#i always gotta suffer for best boy ugh >_<

[scintilans]

it’s the evil nefarious villainous sorcerer solomon!!!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #why must all solomon events involve celestial blessing boxes T-T #i always gotta suffer for best boy ugh >_<

[mymoodwriting]

Request for @tenswife (Bimbo Haechan) 3.3k, yandere reader, athletes, cheerleading, manipulation, abuse, violence, physical violence, physical assault, verbal abuse, gaslighting, alcohol, drinking, drugs, implied smut (@starillusion13)

“I thought only pretty people could be on the cheer squad.”

“That’s why you’ll never make the team.” You spat back. “So run along now, loser.”

“Make me!”

“Haechan!”

“Ooh, I’m so scared. Little girl had to call her boyfriend to fight her battles, huh?”

“You better watch it. My boyfriend is the best baseball player on the team.”

“So?”

You stuck your tongue out at the bully, feeling a tap on your shoulder and turning around to see Haechan. You smiled brightly and hugged him tight. He was sweaty and a bit out of breath, but he welcomed you into his arms.

“Did you call me, baby?”

“Those mean boys on the bleachers are picking on me and my squad. They won’t leave.” You pouted. “Can you make them go away?”

“Anything for you.”

“Make it hurt.”

“We gotta give them a chance first.”

“But that’s no fun.”

“Just hold on.”

Haechan stepped up to the bleachers, seeing the small group of boys sizing him up, but he wasn’t worried. He offered a smile.

“Are you guys bothering the cheer squad?”

“What’s it to you? Go back to throwing your little balls around.”

“I don’t like your attitude, it lowers morale. So I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“Like I told your little bitch, make me.”

“Heachan!”

You grabbed Haechan’s arms, giving him a look asking if he was just gonna let this slide. You knew what he had to do, so you called over to the rest of the team, asking one of them to toss you a ball. They threw one over and Haechan caught it, looking over at you.

“Do it.” You kissed his cheek. “Right in the face.”

Haechan chuckled, and you took a step back. The bullies didn’t understand what was happening until Haechan threw the ball, hitting the one who was running his mouth right in the face. He collapsed back, immediately suffering from a bloody nose, and you cheered.

“It’s a hit! It’s a hit! Right up on the piece of shit! Who’s the best!? Who’s the best!? Who can never fail the test!? I’m his fan! I’m his fan! Give it up for our Haechan!”

The rest of your squad soon repeated your words, continuing to do so until all the bullies left. By then one of his teammates had come over.

“Ya! What did you do?”

“It’s fine.” You explained. “Don’t worry about it, Doyoung.”

“He hit someone in the face! He’s gonna get in trouble, all of us are!”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Y/n-”

“Haechan.” You whined. “Tell him it’s okay. You’re not gonna get in trouble, I promise.”

“I trust her hyung, it’ll be fine.”

“Haechan, I swear-”

“Don’t be mean to him.” You huffed. “He’s your best player. I’d never do anything to hurt him.”

“Ugh. Whatever, let’s get back to practice.”

You gave Haechan a kiss on the cheek, promising him a reward for his good behavior today. He smirked and told you he’d be looking forward to it. You waved him off, watching him head back onto the field. The joint practices were so nice, and that way you could always keep an eye on Haechan. Besides it was good to be outside, the fresh air was nice, and this is where you’d be cheering anyway when the games are on, so it was good to get familiar with your work area too. After practice you went over some notes with your squad and then dismissed them for the day. They all grabbed their things and headed out, but you had other plans.

The baseball team had finished up a few minutes before you, so by now they’d all be in the locker room. You got your things and went over there. It didn’t matter the sign said boys only, nothing could really keep you from Haechan. You walked in, hearing the sounds of water running, and seeing a bunch of boys walking around with towels, some without. You knew where Haechan’s locker was, sneaking up behind him and hugging him. He chuckled when you kissed his cheek, turning around to give you proper attention. You’d do this often, but it wouldn’t stop the others from teasing.

“Careful, Haechan.” Jaemin teased. “She’s surrounded by naked men.”

“Hands off.” Haechan growled.

“Easy teddy bear.” You hushed. “I may be in the boys locker room, but I only got eyes for you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“Now why don’t you give me a little show.”

After practice the team wanted to go out together, but you told them Haechan couldn’t. You had already made dinner plans, and he also had to receive his reward. You took him to his favorite place, having a private room for the two of you.

“Today was so long.” You whined. “But seeing you was the best part.”

“For a moment I thought I just heard your voice, but you were really calling for me.”

“Yes I was. I need my big strong man to protect me.”

“If they bother you again, just let me know.”

“Of course. The cheer squad has tryouts tomorrow, so if they’re smart they won’t bother us again, but not everyone is as smart as you, my little genius.”

“I’m a genius on the field, I’m not so sure about the classroom.”

“You’re doing great.”

“Thanks.”

“So what do you say we head back to your dorm, and I can give you your reward.”

“Yeah?”

“Yup, but we need to make a quick stop.”

“What? Where? Why?”

“Do you have whip cream in your dorm?”

“No.”

“Then we need some. Don’t worry, I won’t leave a mess.”

🖤

You weren’t surprised that the next morning you got called into the dean’s office over an accusation of school violence. The bullies who were bothering you were there, as was Haechan and Doyoung. You didn’t need to look over to see Doyoung glaring daggers at you, so you just sat down next to Haechan, calm and collected.

“Good morning, can I ask what this is about?”

“My face you bitch!” The bully snapped. “I got hit with a baseball because of you!”

“Me?”

“Yeah! You told your boy toy over there to hit me!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You-”

“Please calm down.” The dean interrupted. “I’ve heard your story, so let them explain.”

“There’s nothing to-”

“It was an accident.” You said. “The baseball team was practicing and one of their throws went rogue. We saw the boys here rush to leave as we apologized.”

“Liar!”

“It was an honest mistake, nobody meant any harm. You can’t punish them over an accident.”

“You bitch! It wasn’t an accident! It was on purpose!”

“You take a risk when you watch them practice.” You snapped back. “My cheer squad takes that risk too, and believe me, we’ve been hit a few times too. By accident of course.”

“That’s not what happened.”

“Anyone who goes to watch a baseball game, college or not, knows there’s always a chance of getting hit. You were watching the practice, weren’t you? So surely you were aware of the dangers.”

“That is true.” The dean agreed. “There is a risk of getting hit, even in the face.”

“You’re not seriously taking her side.” 

“We’re very sorry.” Doyoung admitted. “We’re not trying to hit the ball in a certain direction but sometimes my batters hit it out of the park. It’s very unfortunate we hit someone yesterday, we are very sorry.”

Doyoung stood up and bowed to the boys, soon followed by Haechan and yourself. That was the nail in the coffin as the dean could see it was an accident and you were all very sorry. Despite the bully’s protests, it was left as that, a mistake. He was just told to be careful in the future when watching the baseball team practice. You were all dismissed and allowed to return to your classes, although when you were outside the office the bully grabbed your arm and yanked you to the side. Before anything could happen Haechan pulled you away and Doyoung stood between everyone, not wanting a fight to start. You couldn’t help but laugh though.

“You think this is funny?”

“Very, but you got your apology.”

“You should all be expelled!”

“Why? We’re sorry you got hit while watching our practice, unless you wanna go back and tell the dean what you were really doing? Verbal harassment has consequences, asshole.”

“You better watch your back!”

“I’m so scared.” You mocked. “I got classes, so bye.”

A fight didn’t break out, and you all went your separate ways. You pressed kisses against Haechan’s cheek, telling him he was a good boy, and played his part well.

“I cannot believe you got away with that.” Doyoung commented. 

“I know what I’m doing, so don’t worry.”

“Just don’t drag Haechan or my team into it again.”

“No promises, but I’ll try.”

You always had joint practices, well, today it was tryouts for your cheer squad. You did one of your routines to show the potential candidates the type of things you do. Since you were there early, the baseball team hung around to watch the routine. They didn’t always get to see the cheer squad do their cheers when they had a game, so this was a nice opportunity for them. Although you did notice some of the candidates chatting with the baseball team, and you weren’t going to let that slide. So once the baseball team began their practice you rounded everyone up.

“So, before we begin, a reminder. We practice out here, right alongside the baseball team. That means there’s a risk of getting hit by a ball, and the same applies during actual games. If that scares you it’s okay to leave. And another thing, don’t be flirting with the baseball team.”

“What kind of a rule is that?” A girl mumbled.

“My rule.” You snapped. “I saw some of you doing so earlier, and I don’t want anyone on my squad distracting the team, especially during games.”

“Aren’t you dating one of the players?” Another questioned.

“Yes. Our MVP Haechan, but I know I won’t be a distraction for him. He was eyeing me up way before he asked me out, and it never affected his game. If they initiate anything, go for it, otherwise, don’t be an issue.”

“You sound insane.”

“If you don’t like it, leave. Cause if you break my rule, well, I see some potential here, and all it takes is one bad accident to completely ruin you.”

“Are you serious?”

“That’s love, it makes you crazy.” You smiled. “Now let’s see what you got.”

The rest of the tryouts went by fine, that is until the end. You were wrapping things up when you heard someone throw profanities your way. You already knew who it was, looking back to see that same group of boys back again. They were asking for punishment, and you were going to make them regret every crossing you.

“Excuse me, I have something I need to take care of.”

“Y/n, just ignore them.”

“That’s too easy. The rest of you continue, and behave.”

You went up to the bleachers, a smile on your face. The boys were looking you up and down, not intimidated at all, and that would work to your advantage.

“Leave.” You stated. “I’m giving you one chance.”

“Or what? You’re gonna call your boy toy to come fight your battles.”

“I take care of him, not the other way around. So if you’re not gonna leave, I guess I’ll just take matters into my own hands.”

“And how are you-”

You took a step forward and pretended to fall, hitting him in the gut on your way down. Anyone would know that falling back onto bleachers sucks, but you didn’t mind the hit. Of course the bully wasn’t gonna take that well. His friends pulled you off, and when he got up he hit you in the face.

“Pay back, bitch!”

You screamed at that moment, loud enough to get everyone’s attention, and the scene was too good to ignore. Your cheer squad rushed over, as did the baseball team. Haechan was obviously pissed, opting to throw his own fist into the bully’s face this time. A bit of a fight broke out, but it wasn’t long before a staff member noticed the commotion. Everyone involved wound up in the dean’s office. While the bullies got questioned first you were icing Haechan’s hand, scolding him over his actions.

“What were you thinking!?” You cried softly. “You could have seriously gotten hurt.”

“And what about you? I couldn’t let him bust up your pretty face.”

“I agree with her.” YangYang chimed in. “They started it.”

“Exactly.” You agreed. “I was just trying to get them to leave, since they were just being rude again, but I guess they don’t like me.”

“I wonder why.” Doyoung commented. “You have a plan this time?”

“Of course.” You smiled. “I’ll take care of everything.”

Eventually you and the rest of the baseball team entered the dean’s office. You were about to speak when the bully shut you up, wanting someone else to explain.

“You started it.” Jeno said.

“What?”

“Yeah.” Mark added. “We heard a scream and saw you guys jumping her.”

“That’s not what happened!”

“That’s what we saw.”

“I was just asking them to leave.” You stated. “They were being rude, and I didn’t want that to ruin morale as I was holding tryouts. Not to mention the baseball team has a game coming up. I asked nicely but they-”

“Liar! You hit me and then-”

“I tripped and fell! Those bleachers don’t give you a lot of room to walk on. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to cause trouble.” You started sobbing. “I’m sorry.”

“You psychotic, bitch. You’re seriously gonna get away with this.”

“I’m not trying to get away with anything. I’m sorry.”

“This type of behavior is unacceptable.” The dean spoke. “For causing violence I’m afraid I have to expel you.”

“What!”

“The inciting incident was an accident but you decided to take things further so these are the consequences you must face. As for those involved, I’m gonna have to suspend you for-”

“You can’t!” You cried. “If the baseball team misses a game it will look bad on the school! Haechan is the best player too, this is all my fault so I should be punished alone. If not for my faults they would have never stepped in to help me. Please.”

“Shut up already and accept the consequences!” The bully yelled.

“I am! Please, I’ll take the suspension, but don’t ruin the baseball team.”

Tears always seemed to work. In the end the dean decided to forgive the baseball team and yourself, only having the others expelled. They even had to call campus security to have them removed. You were just glad the issue had been dealt with, and would not be a problem again. No one was seriously hurt, the only injury being from your busted lip, so things just continued as normal. This time around though you went with Haechan and his team to dinner, everyone celebrating and hyping themselves up for the next game.

“You kinda crazy, y/n.” Xiaojun commented. “Really taking a hit over some name calling.”

“You didn’t hear what they were saying.” You countered. “I had to have them removed, permanently.”

“Wait… did they not make the first move?”

“They started it when they yelled.”

“What really happened?” Jungwoo questioned. “I’m not even sure why he was so pissed at you.”

“Let’s not get into the details.” Doyoung cut in. “We’re here to enjoy ourselves before we get serious.”

“To the baseball team!” You cheered. “Bring home another victory!”

You were a light drinker, but you trusted Haechan and his team. As the hours went by you ended up passing out in your lover’s arms. The rest of the guys were winding down as well, and only really a bit tipsy.

“Haechan.”

“Hm?”

“What’s up with your girl?”

“What do you mean?”

“Today, in the dean’s office. What happened?”

“Nothing my girl can’t handle.” Haechan kissed your head. “She’s the best.”

“No, she’s crazy.” Doyoung said. “You threw a baseball at that kid cause she told you too.”

“So? Not like I got in trouble.”

“Is that what happened?” Jaemin questioned. “And they got expelled?”

“She’s a miracle worker, isn’t she?”

“I don’t know, she’s a bit nuts sometimes.” YangYang mentioned. “We rarely get to hang out besides practice.”

“Do you have any friends besides us?” Mark asked.

“I don’t need anyone else really. She’s good to me, so I hit the jackpot.”

“Still, you need a life outside her.”

“You guys are just jealous. Find your own girlfriends and then we can talk.”

“Hm… Haechan…” You mumbled, starting to wake. “Haechan…”

“Yes, baby? I’m right here.”

“… hm… can we go home now… I’m tired…”

“Yeah, it’s getting late. I’ll see you all at practice.”

Haechan got you to your feet, more sober than you. The two of you made it out of the restaurant and caught a cab back to the dorms. You stayed with him that night, deciding to sleep in the next morning. Things went back to the way they were with practice, and the energy was high for the big day. Just as you knew, Haechan’s team came out victorious, and both the baseball team and cheer squad went out to celebrate. By the end of the festivities you took Haechan back to your dorm, knowing your roommate was elsewhere.

“Babe… baby…”

As soon as the door shut behind you both your lips were all over Haechan’s face. You wanted to keep the party going in a more private area. Although Haechan wasn’t in a mood.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just pretty tired and don’t want to do this right now.”

“Oh… okay, yeah, you just played and drank, so you must be tired. I’ll get you some water to sober up and then you can shower.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

You gave Haechan a chaste kiss and went off to get him a drink. You knew he was tired, but you also knew he’d hate to miss out on such a night. So you got him his glass of water and added a little something special. You found him in the bedroom, taking a sip yourself before handing it over. You turned on the TV in the room and started undressing, having your attention elsewhere. Haechan went into the bathroom, and you could hear the water running, and then it suddenly turned off.

“Haechan, you alright?”

“Yeah…”

Haechan came back into the room and threw himself on the bed. You glanced back for a moment before crawling over to him.

“Are you okay?”

“Maybe a shower isn’t a good idea right now.”

“Why not?”

“It put me in a mood.”

“Huh?”

Haechan looked up at you and smiled, getting on his elbows to press a kiss to your lips. You giggled, moving away but he followed, pressing more soft and gentle kisses to your cheek and then trailing down to your collarbone. You placed your palm on his head and pushed him back, getting a childish chuckle out of him.

“I thought someone was tired?”

“The adrenaline of the game hasn’t worn off yet I guess.”

“Hm…”

“Please.” Haechan whined. “It’s getting very hot.”

“Aren’t you like an animal in heat?”

“I will be if you keep teasing.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m all yours, isn’t it?”

“All mine?”

“You know it baby.” You kissed him deeply. “Say it back.”

“Hm?”

“Say you’re mine, or you might have to play with yourself.”

“Don’t be mean like that. You know I’m all yours, baby.”

“Exactly. Mine, and only mine.”

#nct #haechan #doyoung #jungwoo #mark #xiaojun #jeno #jaemin #yangyang #shotaro #nct u #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #lee donghyuck #kim dongyoung #kim jungwoo #mark lee #xiao de #lee jeno #na jaemin #liu yangyang #osaki shotaro #request

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I love that everyone is coming to talk to you about fanfics, haha! Don't mind if I join in - tell us about your favourite style fanfic tropes. 😎

Fr lmaoooo idk where all this is coming from but I’m here for it!!!!

OH BOY DO I HAVE A LOT OF STYLE TROPES!!!

Okay so WEARING EACH OTHERS CLOTHES!!! God I eat that one up every time it’s so cute like I just KNOW growing up they had half their clothes at each other’s houses and constantly lost track of who owned what shirt and THEN!!! As they got older and weren’t the same size anymore (personally I’m a big boy Stan truther but it’s precious the other way too) and Kyle started absolutely SWIMMING in Stan’s baggy ass sweatshirts and Stan gets cuteness aggression lmao he’s just like awwww look how cute my super best boyfriend is in the peace love pine trees hoodie asjdjdkgfj

Calling each other “dude” romantically!!! Like other pet names come into play but dude stays bc it’s them

WHEN THEY HAVE THEIR OWN SECRET UNSPOKEN LANGUAGE like they’re always on the same wavelength totally in sync with each other!!! They understand each other like no one else, can read each other like a book, fully on the same side and will follow each other to the ends of the earth!!!

Okay okay we all know I STAY reading and writing style whump and PROTECTIVENESS!!! When they worry about each other constantly and get so freaked out when one of them isn’t okay I eat that shit UP every time I love them defending each other, physically or verbally, like no one fucks with Stan without experiencing Kyle Rage and vice versa!!! When Stan is the one to completely flip his lid and panic because Kyle’s hurt or in danger just AAAAA

On that note: TAKING CARE OF EACH OTHER!!! There’s a reason most of my stories have a “yep I injured the boys again” tag because I LIVE for the sweet sweet tender moments after an Incident where they’re patching up each other’s wounds all worried and Soft, talking each other through the pain and telling them that it’s gonna be okay bonus points if we get a tearful “I could’ve lost you” “you didn’t, I’m right here” GOOD SHIT RIGHT THERE!!!

On THAT note (sorry I’m just fucking insane) STAN CARRYING KYLE!!!!!!!!! Once again I’m a short angy Kyle/ big boy Stan truther and I looovvvvveeee a little bridal style carrying moment holy shit (I’m surprised I didn’t put any of that in my style week stuff lmao) like I am fully guilty of putting my favorite redhead in Situations JUST so I can have that, like I gave OrangeJuiceVerse Kyle chronic knee pain, diabetes, an ed, and Stan carries him so much lmfao someone put me in Making Kyle Suffer Jail

Ok another one I love is Kyle as the Voice of Reason! Like when he’s the go to guy, savior complex mom friend who just wants to take care of everyone! And boy howdy does Stan not make it easy lmao between him and Kenny (the disaster duo) that man is Exasperated

THEM BEING EACH OTHERS RIGHT HAND MAN!!!!! Fighting side by side, Stan and Kyle against the world! When they can depend on each other more than anyone else and trust each other with their lives. Stan would follow Kyle into a burning building and Kyle would pull him out! That trope is why I’m so feral about stick of truth like they gotta be on the same side or they feel like somethings missing (codependent bastards)

Stan playing guitar for Kyle/ Kyle reading to Stan!!! The domesticity ugh I love it

Casual cuddling oh my godddddd like even before they got together they’re always touching each other in some way and Cartman’s like it’s fuckin gay to cuddle at sleepovers you guys are 15 and they’re like fym it’s not gay to cuddle the homies? (It so is) best friends to lovers on TOP!!!

Them generally being huge simps like PLEASE why y’all staring longingly also in the same vein them thinking the other is the most beautiful thing in the world those two are DOWN HORRENDOUS

I also reeeaaaaly like when they’re kissin… and it starts off all slow and sweet… and then it gets more passionate… and suddenly Stan’s hands are tangled in Kyle’s hair and Kyle’s pushing him against the wall and they’re practically falling into each other desperate to be closer and whispering “I love you” into each others mouths and nothing in the world exists other than the two of them and

Lmao that’s some of my favorite style tropes I’m super normal about them obviously

#south park #asks #style #i had too much fun with this #I’m not apologizing for being a whump enthusiast I live for the comfort #style headcanons #them #fanfiction #ao3 #fic tropes

[doorrobloxstuff]

SEEK PROMPTS I GOTCHU

Listennn

Poly that with Figure.

What if we give him anxious transman s/o, right?

Said f/o likes the library, the history! Seek and Figure protect this anxious ball of human flesh.

What if if if! S/O sings nice but hates their voice? How would they react with such voice? What if they try to coax S/O into reading and practicing male voices? Figure would be proud noticing the smallest pitch detail. Seek would def attempt to become like, oversized hoodie to hug S/O or even to get Figure and S/O as group hug???

I LOVE! YOUR HEADCANNONS!!!

Need more and I wanna provide! Suggestions and prompt by this guy who is also transman and loves the two main bois!

IDK HOW I CAN SHOVE ALL THESE THINGS INTO THERE BUT HERE I GO.

Tws//gender dysphoria.

Also Seek being a bit stupid (yes it’s loving and accepting but you gotta remember it can change it’s anatomy with literally a snap of its fingers.)

Also important, Seek was already chilling in the library.

—

Seek always hated gender.

Such frivolous, unnecessary things things were below it! Barbaric, primitive things! Silly Binaries where the vestiges of feeble minded mortal beings!

And of course, Y/N had to have one.

Or rather, cursed with one given his pain with it.

He didn’t need to jump through all these hoops trying to prove to some invisible force that he was man!

He already was one! He didn’t need to prove that! ‘Yes!’ It thought, as it flipped a page in the book it wasn’t even currently reading.

‘A strong, handsome, sophisticated-’ Its face grew warm and it pulled the book closer. ‘Sharply Dressed, accomplished, incredibly attractive m-’

The sound of books being quickly plucked off a shelf caught its attention. Peering over its book, it spotted Figure sorting some titles. Seek felt ripply all over and instinctively ducked its head back down into the protection of it's book. "Ah, Good afternoon Figure!" It said, trying it's best not to stammer.

Figure raised it's head and trilled a brief greeting though it It seemed quite focused. "Studious today, aren't we?" "I gotta help Y/N with his voice lessons, His dysphoria's been really bad this week." Figure trilled with a hint of sadness as it plucked a few more books off the shelf. Seek slumped back in its chair. "Ugh, can't Y/N just shift it away?"

Figure shook its head.

“No it’s..not as simple as that. Oh, Seek…If only you knew how much trouble humans go through to do this.”

Seek kept its head firmly pinned to the couch and sighed.

“Great, so there’s complications. Enlighten me, beloved.”

And oh, was Seek enlightened. Too much enlightenment. It never wanted to know what mammary gland was or for some INANE reason they wouldn’t let other humans just BE.

By the end of the conversation, Seek was completely silent and utterly appalled.

“Seek..? Oh no- did I kill you?” Figure gave its partner a teasing butt of its head.

Seek put a hand on its hand and groaned.

“..Ignorance is bliss.”

Figure gave a trill-filled mirthful laugh. “Sorry honey~”

A door opened nearby.

“Hey guys!”

“The man of the hour.” Seek

“Hi Y/N!” Figured chirped, running over and plopping it’s head on his shoulder.

Y/N smiled and gave Figure a little chin scratch. “How’s my two favorite people in the world doing?”

“Oh, fine.” Seek didn’t turn to face the two. “Figure just informed me of what a…‘Thyroid..’ is. Just a question love, can I eat it?”

“..FIGURE..WHAT WERE YOU TWO TALKING ABOUT-“

“I CAN EXPLAIN!” Figure trilled. “We were just talking about human anatomy and how it isn’t as easily changed as an entities…”

“I can remove it Y/N. I can remove it all. I can end your suffering Y/N. I can and will do it. JUST Say the word and I’ll-“

Figure trilled even louder in embarrassment. That was enough to shut up Seek.

Y/N gave a tired smile and sat down at the library table across from Seek’s.

“Tempting offer, but no…Not yet sweetheart.”

He pressed his face into the chair. His face falling and a hundred buzzing flies buzzed a little in his chest.

“Not yet..”

Figure did a little click and sat next to him. Setting the books aside and sitting on the floor.

“Do you wanna practice Y/N..? Maybe it’ll make you feel better-?”

Seek peeked over its book, its mass rippled in excitement. with the book still in its mass it slid over to the pair.

It Climbed up the table’s legs and formed as a small puddle on its flat surface.

Y/N reached over and lightly kneaded it with the tips of his fingers.

“Yea, i guess we can try..”

Seek set itself closer to Y/N, who now stirred it with a hint of skittishness.

It produced the book from its mass. “Perhaps a warm up first? I do like hearing your wonderful voice read casually after all.”

“Okay..” Y/N murmured and picked up the book. It was about the history of beekeeping.

His hands felt a bit moist as he opened to the first page.

“..At least 10,000 years ago, humans began to attempt to maintain colonies of wild bees in artificial hives made from hollow logs, wooden boxes, pottery vessels, and woven straw baskets known as ske-“

His voice slipped like he was running on a wet floor. He sighed and let his head fall on the table’s cool surface. Seek nestled into his chest and gave him an encouraging ripple that made him the flies stop buzzing for a moment.

“Depictions..of humans collecting honey from wild bees date to 10,000 years a-ago Beekeeping in pottery vessels began about 9,000 years aGO-“

Another crack.

Figure gave a soft click. “Try going down an octave..? You always seem to stutter right before a crack.”

“I’ll try..”

Figure reached downward and gently brushed Y/N’s cheek with a knarled hand.

“Your doing so much better..just keep trying okay..? You’ve gotten so much better.” It cooed.

Y/N stayed silent for a second. Figure’s words and actions warming him like sunlight on a cold day. “..Alright.”

He straightened up and continued to read while Seek felt like it had been put in an electric mixer form how many times Y/N kneaded it with his fingers.

But it dare not say a word. He could throw it around like a ball for all it cared. As long as it was with them both.

Figure listened as he continued talk. Occasionally nudging him with its head every time he slowed or was about to change pitch.

“Before the invention of the movable comb hive, the harvesting of honey frequently resulted in the destruction of the whole colony. The wild hive was broken into using smoke to quiet the bees.”

Y/N continued forcing himself to keep it straight. His fingers began to grip the table.

“The honeycombs were pulled out and either immediately e-eaten whole or C-crushed, along with the eggs, larvae, and honey they h-held.” Y/N took a deep breath. Seek gently wrapped some tiny hands around his fingers and bubbled beneath them.

“This is the longest you’ve went without slipping dear. Make it just one more page and drinks are on me.”

“Go go go!” Figure chittered. It’s toothy mouth beginning to curl into an excited smile. It instinctively reached reached over to seek and the latter squeezed its hand for good luck.

“A sie-eve or basket w-was used to separate the liquid honey from the de-demolished brood nest.” Y/N took a sharp breath and pressed himself even closer to Seek Who was now still as stone.

“I-In medieval times I-in northern Europe, although s-s-skeps and o-other containers were made to h-house-“ Figure lightly nudged him.

“Lower.. your cracking Y/N..” figure cautioned.

Y/N listened and silently prayed to whatever holy being that was out there that his voice would not crack.

“Bees. The honey and wax were still extracted after the bee colony was killed.” Figure raised its hands into the air and cheered while Seek practically melted off the table.

“THREE PAGES LETS FUCKING GOOOOO!” Figure screeched and pulled them both into a hug, It’s heart full of pride.

Y/N wiped the sweat off his brow.

“..Still offering those drinks, Seek?”

“Mhmm.”

—

Writing this while having writers block was harder then Sisyphus lifting his Boulder.

I did my best to include Seekgure, SeekYN and Figureyn so all three partners would get equal screentime. I could not include all of that stuff in that request for the goddamn life of me.

#wardenrush.txt #doors roblox #roblox doors

[your-girl-mj]

Soulmates [Camilo x gn!reader] pt 1

Summary: Soulmates exist, so why does it feel like you two aren't meant to be?

Warning: injury, swear words. angsty??

Note: this fic was inspired by the peter parker x reader "ugh" in the wattpad, that fic was years ago, but I still remembered it 'cause it's one of my favorite stories. He/him for camilo, they/them for reader.

Created: January 26, 2022

Published: February 28, 2022

Part 1 part 2

Soulmates exist, and you can find them in so many different ways.

First, we have the red string. Just like his cousin had: Mirabel and her best friend, this also goes with his cousin: Luisa and their friend who works in the library. Second, in your body, the first words you say to each other are marked, just like his cousin Isabela and the farmer's daughter.

Thirdly is the last words you say to each other are marked on your body, just like his Abuela Alma and Abuelo Pedro. Fourth is feeling each other's feelings, like his Mamá and Papá.

Fifth is a tattoo marked in a part of your body like his sister: Dolores and Mariano, same ones like his tía Julieta and tío Agustin.

Unfortunately to Camilo, he doesn't experience any of those. He can't see any red string at his pinky like it is supposed to be, He can't see any words marked on any part of his body, he doesn't feel any emotions that are not from him.

Any sign from them, anything. His heartache at the thought of it, he has a soulmate, he knows it. The boy is determined for the past few days after his 16th birthday.

The shape-shifter looked for other signs like his friends have, like: feeling the same pain, or the time and date is marked when you will meet them.

Maybe his soulmate's still haven't on the right age so that's why he still doesn't have a mark? Or any string? Maybe it's another sign, something that's not taken by his family? Maybe... but after years of waiting, still nothing.

He was almost certain, that he doesn't have a soulmate. He'll be all alone for the rest of his life. Just like his Tìo Bruno.

~

It felt like they were doing it on purpose, not a day goes by without you feeling a single pain from them. You can feel your ribs ache yet no bone cracked, you clench your chest as pain roam all over.

Gasping for air, gripping tightly at the side of the table as your cousin rushes over to you, distress written on his face, doing his best to help you, to his dismay all he can do is comfort you.

It was nothing new, you'll never get used to something like this. It's embarrassing how you just suddenly crouch down in public, as you try to endure the torture.

Oh, how you despise your soulmate.

Do they even think about how much pain you are in right now? Or every time they decided to jump from the second floor??

The agony stopped like it was never there in the first place. Your breath, as relief washed over you, "Mierda, you gotta find that huevón, [name]!" Your cousin: Manuel, exclaimed. Frustrated that he can't do anything about your situation. "They can't keep being reckless, you're also getting hurt!"

"I'm fine, it's gone now." You breathe out, finally standing from your spot at the side. Rubbing your chest, as you lightly pant.

"For now," the boy runs a hand through his hair. He can't help but be furious, he hates seeing his close family suffering, "you can't live like this for forever, it's been 2 years..."

2 years. You've been suffering for two years.

The sudden pain arrived unexpectedly. It was the day after your 16th birthday, thinking about your father's words once again for the nth time for the day. Your family has always been against soulmates, they can't tell you who to love and who you can't.

As you were walking alongside Manuel by the bridge, the sunshine above you as he assist you with the supplies you need to the house, you instantly felt your leg numb by a second before you feel the most painful thing happen to your leg, you can barely stand. Manuel is so worried about you that he carried you to Juieta as fast as he could, but before you two could make it to her stall, the pain stopped.

It's been like that ever since, random pain kept appearing, here and there. You don't know why they're doing this, you never knew.

You're scared, terrified even. No warnings, no signs, nothing. It just happens unexpectedly, even in the middle of the night, you can feel someone hit you from the back of the head.

What are they even doing? Are they part of some sort of circus? Why are they getting hurt all of the sudden?

♡♥︎♡

Yesterday was a bummer, your cousin is more determined than ever to find the person who's causing you so much pain. You consider him lucky for having a mark on his back instead of feeling the torture you're having.

The morning sky is beautiful, goofy cloud shapes here and there as the rays of the sun hits the crown of your head, reading peacefully by the porch of your house as you sip on your Avena Colombiana, as a good start of the day.

Turning the page, careful not to give yourself a papercut, you felt a scrape on your left knee, but no wound is seen. Your other toe hurts, so you assume they tripped while running.

They're ruining my day already. You had enough of waiting, and want to take action yourself. You did nothing to deserve the pain. Taking revenge, you purposely burn your tongue, with your hot beverage, wincing at the feeling of it, but give you slight contentment at the thought of hurting them as well. They deserve it.

Not a moment later, the side of your face burns so bad, that you yelp at it and almost drop your cup. It feels as if their face is being scraped on the ground, both of your palms are next, then your right elbow, they hurt so bad you can't help but feel tears flooding your eyes as you rub the ones that sore the most.

Are they serious, right now!? Just after your little revenge, they will give you a much painful one?? How cruel.

You massage your hands together, trying to ease the prickle of it you were feeling. You continued to read, frown plastered on your face, as your eyes trailed along with the words. Angry thoughts cloud your head. You can't even fight back, so how can they be your soulmate when they don't care about you!

In the streets of Encanto, a boy around your age is running at the speed of volt. Camilo is trying to do his cousin a favor by taking care of the little kids in town, now they all teamed up and chase him for "cheating" when he's just good at the games they played, as they announced they are it while Camilo is the only one they have to tag, to win.

A pant is heard as a certain shape-shifter hid by the corner of your house, his curls stick to his forehead from the sweat. His body is straight as a pole, like a chameleon in camouflage, moving his side to the side, glancing if the kids are there. He let out a big sigh of relief when the kids chasing him pass, leaning at the wall him, finally relaxing from the chase he just had.

"What a lovely morning, isn't it?" Camilo greeted, smiling warmly once he noticed you, fixing his posture and appearance quickly, despite his bruised face, and red-stained sleeve, you guess his bleeding elbow, he's oddly happy. His words are pronounced funny in some way, it's like he's avoiding using his tongue.

"Aye, Santa rosa! Are you alright? Señora Julieta is kinda far from my house, here have some rest!" Taken aback by his appearance, you quickly lead him to one of the seats by your porch, worried about the Madrigal's wound, but he swiftly assured you.

"Oh it's okay, I'm fine! More than fine, that is!" His grin never left his face, still breathing heavily, you giggled at how he spoke.

"Funny how you talk like that." You stated, the shape-shifter mimicking your smile, also laughing lightly, shaking his head. "You're all bruised up too! I'll be back, I'm just gonna get the kit, then I'll help to Señora."

Not waiting for his reply, you dash inside for the kit, just to disinfect his injuries, leaving Camilo by himself. What a caring person, how come he never met you before?

The boy examined his cuts, whimpering a bit when he moved his arm. He's more worried about his Soulmate though, they got hurt too because of him. How will they react when they met him?

"Sorry for waiting. Let's clean that before you go." You exit to your door, putting a little bucket full of water, as well as a small basket made of pure wheat straws, as you turn your chair in front of him, before sitting. Inside is a bunch of bandages, a small piece of clothing, and a little bottle of an unknown substance. "Early in the morning, you're already beaten up," Gesturing to bring his bruised face forward, which he gladly does.

Groaning a bit at you pat the now wet clothing to his face, closing his eyes as he does so. Your gaze fell on his cheeks dusted with freckles as you clean the injury before you catch a glimpse of his emerald-like eyes, smiling in appreciation at you. "Thank you, by the way." Mirroring his smile, you ignore the little sting on the side of your face.

It's quite peculiar.

"Don't mention it," you carefully move to his elbow, gently lifting it before folding the helms of it, revealing a huge scratch on it. "Aye, that's a big one. Do you mind telling me, how did this happen?"

"It's a funny story really, my Soulmate accidentally burn their tongue." His words cause you to halt, heart pounding, but recovered quickly and get back to work.

His Soulmate did what?

Camilo continued, strangely animated by the actions of the person he's betrothed to. "it caught me off guard, and tripped! That's why I hurt my face and elbow. My hands got hurt too, but I think it's fine," looking at his palms, seeing a few scratches. 

Is he being serious, right now?

You started to connect the dots about what's happening. You analyze his body, from the top of his head to the bottom of his foot.

The boy's face has a huge scratch on his cheek, his curly hair covering up the rest. His right elbow, the one you're treating right now, you can feel how painful it is as you clean it. You experimentally press the clothing hard, your eyes expand as you put things together. Glancing at his left knee, his pants (that has a bit of dirty over them) is shielding the wound, but you can feel the pain it's causing.

He can't be...

You're only hafted sure about it, but how can you prove that's he's your soulmate? Your eyes trailed back to the hot beverage of Avena Colombiana that is still chilling beside your book.

"I'm alright!" He exclaimed once he noticed you were observing at his wounds. "I just hope my soulmate-"

What caused him to stop talking is how you suddenly grabbed your hot beverage and dumped them in your hand.

"Ugh!" You both winced in pain, your hand burns so bad, but you were more focused on his reaction. As he held his untouched hand in agony, waving it to soothe the pain. Finally, click on what just happened. The shape-shifter's gaze fell on you, his eyes filled with hope and admiration.

He's my soulmate.

They're my soulmate.

You, on the other hand, are furious.

"you're my—"

"So you're the one who's behind all of this?!?" Your sudden rise of voice caught him off guard, as you stood up. The motion causes the chair to scrape when it slides. Why are you angry?

"Behind what? What do you mean?" Following your actions, he also stood up, approaching you.

"Behind all of the torturing!" Camilo fell silent for a bit, not knowing how to respond. "Of all the pain, you've been causing me for the past 2 years!"

"2 years...? You've been- you've been feeling the same pain as I am for the past 2 years??" So you've been here, all this time... he has a soulmate. He has a soulmate!!

You scoff at him, grabbing your things running past him, before storming inside the house. "I can't believe this!" You mumbled to yourself, the boy heard it loud and clear.

"Wait! Can I at least know your name?" The curly-haired called out, trying to stop you from taking another step by grabbing your arm but failing to grasp it.

"Tsk, why do you even care?? You've been going around hurting yourself, I feel the pain too!" Your glare pierces through his skin, as you repeatedly point at your chest. "Do you even know how scary it is to suddenly feel your ribs stab your lungs, without even warning!? Not a day goes by without worrying if you're free from it!"

Camilo stood, frozen from his spot. He just met you, at least give him a chance. The heart in his chest-beating rapidly, as he stared back at your scowl. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't-"

"Damn right you're sorry, I don't want to see your face, ever again!"

With that, you slammed your doors closed, the structure shook at the impact. Leaving a stun Madrigal by your porch, mouth agape at the events that happen unfold.

♡♥︎♡

Camilo lay on his bed, staring at his ceiling, deep in thought. Arms support the back of his head, as he rethinks what had happened. His mind trailed back to you, he can't believe it. He has a soulmate all this time.

You're here all this time...

After years of thinking that he doesn't have a soulmate, there you are. He doesn't want to lose you, never again.

How did he not know you? Not even your name. You're a very nice person, he knows it! Offering him a seat, cleaning his wounds, you have the gentleness touch he ever receive from a girl outside his family, You're worried about him, and still are! When he passes by your house again at noon attempting to see you at least. All that he saw is a drink of Chicha, with a small note. "I feel bad for pushing you, but I'm still mad. here's a drink, mi tia likes to drink it whenever she's stressed." He doesn't need a name for it, he knows it's from you. He'll keep the note forever.

You're sweet and kind, you only change once you realize he's your soulmate.

Your angered face flashed back, as his heartache. He hurt you, and he can't forgive himself. He needs to be more careful, and not hurt you.

Hehe, they look like an angry chihuahua, and an adorable one too!

Note to himself: not get hurt, and befriend you. It's the least he can do.

The boy is beyond happy when he finally felt the pain that's not caused by him. But sadden knowing you're annoyed with him, so much that he doesn't want to see his face.

Unless it doesn't have to be his face!

Tomorrow came, as you work by the wheat fields. The sun is mocking you with your hardships, as you swing your sickle, wanting to finish the chore as much as possible. Wiping your sweat with the back of your hand, cursing yourself when you feel more of your hair stick on your skin, cheeks flushed from exhaustion. A familiar hand offers you a towel, as the face of your cousin beamed when you greeted him. "Manuel! Good to see you, didn't think you'll be here. I thought you hated the heat?"

The boy listened as you folded the towel with a careful hand, before wiping your forehead as well as your neck, he looked away at your action, red dusting his cheeks. "Heh, I'm not Manuel..." the shape-shifter stated, still looking down.

You throw him a confused expression, before realizing what he meant. Frowning at him, "what do you want Madrigal." You inquired, though it's more like a statement, swinging your tool to cut the wheat, ignoring the boy.

"I just want to get to know you! That's all!" Flinching when you professionally sliced the plant. Gulping when meeting your glare, but he won't give up.

"Did my sentence 'i don't want to see your face, ever again' not enough for you?" You pointed your tool at him, the blade barely touching his skin which made his breath hitch. The boy's hands are up, showing you that he wants no harm. 

"It's not my face though, it's your cousin's!" Camilo smiled sheepishly, but look away when your glare hardens. "Come on, let's start over..." He slowly lowered the tool, gently touching the slides that are not sharpened, you can see the uneasy expression he's giving to the tool. Thankful that you didn't slice his throat. He introduced himself, "I am Camilo Madrigal, son of Pepa and Félix Madrigal! Nice to meet you!" The shape-shifter offers you his hand.

You had your eyes narrowed at his offer but took it. Giving it a rough shake, that you can feel your other hand tingle. "[Name] [lastname]." You utter sternly before you went back to work, not wanting to feel his existence anymore.

"[Name], huh? It suits you!"

"Piss off, Madrigal."

"No need to be formal, Camilo is fine."

"Ugh, has anyone ever told you, how annoying you are!?"

"Yes actually, you and Dolores!"

You two talk for the whole day, it's more like one-sided conversations. Where ever you go, he goes as well. He still does choirs but, he will find a way to speak to you again, much to your dismay. He's still in your cousin's form, as he talks to you, which is kinda weird.

Not gonna lie, Camilo is enjoying himself. He's finally talking to his soulmate! The one he's been waiting for in his entire life. You're insulting him though, with every chance you get. He doesn't mind, of course, your voice sounds lovely, even when they're full of threats.

"Great talking to you!"

"Can't say the same!"

The shape-shifter waved at you for the last time before taking his leave when he was sure you got to your porch safely. You wave back at him, not wanting to be rude considering he did escort you home.

You rub your face in exhaustion, watching his figure retreat for the night. He's not as bad as you thought he is, not as bad as any of your family said about your soulmate. Growing up with a family that does not believe in soulmates, made you think that these things are just something for others to have hope for when there isn't.

"The universe doesn't tell you who you need to be with, you do." your father's word rang in your head, as Camilo's silhouette faded into the distance, rethinking what he said to you when your mother left for another man. "but if you want to be with them, then go for it, I won't stop you. I just don't want you to make the same mistake as I am."

All soulmates do is bring you pain and distraction with the important things you need to take care of. Ignoring the slight pain in your chest, you got inside the house.

The shape-shifter went home grinning like a Cheshire cat, everyone noticed of course. He's never been this cheerful ever since he found out he doesn't have a soulmate. No one knows the reason for the sudden joyful attitude, except his sister: Dolores, who can't help but smile at his state.

"How is your day, mijo?" Félix inquired, all ears for the news as he sweep on the floor. He wants to know what happens and why his son is all love-struck.

"Wow, Cami'. Who made you all smiley-smiley, eh?" Isabela teased as she pass by, holding a bunch of colored bombs.

"Guess who I met today!" The shape-shifter exclaimed, trying to contain his excitement.

"Santa??" Antonio asked jumping into his brother's arms who caught him, as he imitated his grin. He can see the stars in his eyes.

"No, but it will be cool if it's Santa though! Hehe," he lightly chuckles, tickling the little one by the neck. "I met my soulmate!"

"Wooah, I wanna meet them too!"

"Soulmate?" His father throws his questioning look, but the smile is still there. stopping his sweep for a moment.

Years ago the teen admitted with tearful eyes to his family that he can't feel nor see any signs of having a connection with his soulmate. Félix can't help but feel sorrow for his eldest son, but now seeing him this happy makes him feel the same joy.

"Yea, I talked to them all day! They're a lovely person, Papá!" He strolled forward while putting his little brother up to his shoulders. The grin never left his face. "They told me that they feel the same pain as me for the past 2 years!"

"Aye, look at that! Pepita, our son finally found his one and only!" The man said to his wife, who happen to be reading a sad story in a book. The rain above her stopped and look at her family, heart-melting at the news she just heard.

"Aww, that's so wonderful mijo!" She showered him with cheek kisses as her sons both giggled at their mother.

"Amor, you still haven't changed." Her lovable husband reminded, giving her a soft look.

"How did this happen? When are we gonna me-", pepa's words stopped when she realized something. "hold on, how are you sure that they're your soulmate?" She questioned, slightly pulling away from her son.

She will be furious if someone took advantage of his son's desperateness of having a soulmate and break his heart. She would have any of it.

"Uh, hehe... they hurt themselves and I got hurt too, so that's how I met them." Camilo played it off, leaving out the parts where you yelled at him and blame him, which is something he's technically responsible with. The boy didn't want you to have a bad first impression with his parents.

A rainbow glows brighter, above them. Good thing it's night, or the sun with shine brightly and cause some heat.

~~

"Buenos Dias, [name]!" The shape-shifter greeted you, from across the street. Waving his arm up, with a radiant smile.

Flinching at the sudden voice, gripping at the basket tightly in your hands, you looked back immediately at the boy. Glaring at his beaming face, you gestured your hand to shut up, and signaling him that your Father, who was with you the entire time and witness the whole thing.

Did he give a damn? No.

His actions cause many people to look at you, questioning if you're the one Camilo's talking to. As a result, you tried to hide with the basket you've been carrying.

"A friend of yours?" Your father asked, lightly grinning at your embarrassed expression.

"More like an acquaintance, I hate that guy." You mutter under your breath at the last part of your sentence, grimacing as the boy approaches you both.

"Ah, señor [last name]! Buenos días to you too!" The curly-haired playfully salute the man, erupting a chuckle from him. "I'm here to assist your child, señor!"

"Are you sure, you two aren't friends?" The older [last name], giving you a side glance. A little suspicious about your guy's relationship.

"I'm sure, papá." Nodding your head, you secretly pinch your sides, knowing that Camilo can feel it too. "A Hundred percent."

"Ack-!" The said boy yelps, moving his body as if he's avoiding something when nothing is touching him. "Hey, that's hurts..." he whined at you, pouting as he gently rubbed his side.

Your breath hitch at the shape-shifter's choice of words, glancing at your father who has narrowed his eyes at the both of you. You wince at yourself for forgetting to tell him since you're too busy complaining to your cousin about your soulmate.

"Hurts? What hurts?" The older man's eyes shifted between the two of you making you panic.

"Oh, they didn't tell you?" You'll find it adorable how Camilo tilts his head in confusion if you aren't in a situation like this. "I'm [name]'s so-"

Swift as a light, you cover his mouth with your hand, blocking his words, "nothing, pá! I need to- we need to go now, bye-bye!"

The [last name] watched you as you, dragged the boy away, pinching his ear and whispering things at him. Making him assume you two are more than just an acquaintance.

"What do you think you're doing?! Are you insane??" You harshly whispered, your ear tingling at the pain you're giving to the green-eyed.

"Your dad doesn't know we're soulmates, why didn't you tell him?"

"I couldn't! He will kill you!"

"What?? I didn't do anything!"

"If he knows you're the one who's behind all my pain, you'll be dead by the end of the day!" making sure you leave a few parts. Letting go of his ear, slightly rubbing it to ease a bit of soreness from it. "Now go do your own thing, and leave me alone."

"Nah, I'm good. I'll help you again like I did yesterday! Let's go!" He dragged you to do your chores for the day, with you groaning, not wanting to go with him.

As weeks go by, his constant bugging you is getting on your nerves. He'll pop out of nowhere, he's trying to befriend you badly, and even try to explain his situation why he always got hurt.

Why do kids like it when someone face planted? He doesn't know, but still, does it, because not only he get to make the children laugh, he also got an excuse to eat as much food as he wants. He's trying not to get hurt again for you, he doesn't want you to hate him even more than you do, right now.

You hate to admit it, but you enjoy it. You enjoyed his company, his jokes, his caring attitude, his joyful personality, all of it.

But there's something that's always been at the back of your head. You're his soulmate.

You two are meant to be.

But what if this soulmate thing didn't exist, would he still like you? Would he still be your friend?

He didn't care about you until he learned you were his.

You hate it. You hate your overthinking brain for coming up with something like that, but what if soulmates don't exist. Would he still like you?

No, of course not.

You hate how he made you feel butterflies, you hate how much love spending time with him. You hate his dazzling smile he flashes you every time you're with him.

You're not sure anymore. If you hate him for hurting you before you met, or the thought of him not caring about if you two aren't soulmates.

He is a Madrigal, he can have all he wanted!

Maybe your father is right. it's the universe's fault for making you believe that you're meant to be.

♡♥︎♡

Camilo trailed behind you around once again, humming a little tune he made up. "So, when are we going to the river?"

"We? No, me."

"[Nickname] we all know you have-"

"[Name]." You emphasize every syllable of your name.

"Oh right, [name]..." glancing at you for approval, and grinning when you nodded, he continued. "We all know you have a big family, like mine. So, I'm helping."

His heart warms up with your little laugh, rolling your eyes at his attempts, "okay, fine. Later at 3, don't be late, molesto."

The shape-shifter watches your back as you leave, breathing out a lovesick sigh. Hearing a familiar grunt at his back, he turned around meeting his cousin: Luisa's curious look with a hint of amusement, as she carried a bunch of shovels.

"I didn't know you were friends with the [last name]s." Lightly chuckling, like she's in disbelief, "no one has ever befriended a member of their family, they're good people though." She announced, before walking away.

"Wait, no one?? As in, never?" Camilo followed right after her, wanting to know the reason behind it. "Why? [Name] seems likable, her cousin too!"

"Wait, you haven't heard?" The big Woman stopped her steps, turning around with a baffled expression, the skirt of her dress swaying side to side. "Their family is against soulmates."

Tagglist: @chayauwu @dai-tsukki-desu

Part 2

Storyline explanation: here

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Thomas Shelby Best Friend X

“Alright, Zoey get up.” Pol told Zoey as she shook her awake.

Zoey groaned. What now?

“Your family is looking for you.” Pol told Zoey as she pulled the covers off of her.

Zoey rubbed her eyes. Why can’t they leave me be? Her eyes snapped open. Did they find out?

She quickly got off the bed. Should I go? Ugh. So help me God, if I find out.

Pol observed her as she moved by the dresser. They seemed worried, almost angry. Must be from all the running Zoey does.

“Thanks for the heads up, Pol.” Zoey said to her as she put on her shoes.

“No worries. I’m only looking after you.” Pol gently told Zoey. God knows what they’re gonna tell Zoey.

“Uh, I’m not coming by tonight. Have to stay over my moms.” Zoey sighed as she told Pol. She swiftly put on her coat and took her cap.

Pol nodded. “Go on. I’ll let Thomas know. Ohh, and John is looking for you as well.”

“Yeah, I’ll get to him.” Zoey mumbled as she left the room.

“Donde estabas? (Where were you?)” Zoey’s mom, Lupita yelled at her.

Zoey looked at her. I was home. Somewhere safe.

“No te precupes. No estaba siendo nada malo. (Don’t worry. I wasn’t doing anything bad.)” Zoey told her mom as she carried her bag. Zoey hid her cap and trench coat in the bag.

Her mom heard the rumors but she put her daughter’s trust above a stranger big mouth.

“Un muchacho vino y me dejo que tu me estas mintiendo. que yo no conozco a mi hija.

(Some boy came and left me that you are lying to me. I don't know my daughter.)”Lupita told Zoey.

Zoey frowned as she looked at her mom in confusion. “Yo no se de que estan hablando.

(I have no idea what that stranger was referring to)” It’s gotta be Kai. Who else?

“Bueno pues, ya deja de salir sin avisar me. Y recuerda que tu no te mandas sola. (Alright then, stop going out without telling me. Who do you think you are? As long as you live under my roof, you obey my rules) Lupita spat at Zoey.

Zoey clenched her jaw and nodded as she hand her head low. I only listen because she’s sick. I wouldn’t be able to live if she suffered because of me. But, she knows I hate yelling and still does it. Makes me feel so…so small…so unworthy…so lost. Does she even care about me? Im grown but she pushes me around and expects me to obey her every command. Makes me feel like she’s my Sargent and not my mom.

Lupita nodded, she was satisfied that Zoey listened. Not like she had much choice.

Zoey left to the room that was given to her. She put her bag on her dresser. She glanced around her room. She felt like the walls were closing in.

She sighed as she shook her head. Why do I stay? She has my siblings. I’m old enough to be on my own? I’m more than capable of defending myself. Maybe it’s the guilt trip. She’s always uses her sickness against me. Plays the card well. Tells me that I don’t love her. That I’m a bad daughter if I leave.

She groans. I can’t keep up. These memories haunt me.

The house phone rings. Zoey head snapped behind her. Who would call at this hour?

She quickly left her room to reach the phone. She turned and reached the phone.

She picked up the phone and waited. No, the last thing I need is some bloke recognizing my voice and coming after my family.

“Hello. Uh- Bueno. Lupita.” Someone spoke into the phone. Who the fuck?

Lucas, Zoey twin walked over to Zoey. He gestured her to hang up. Zoey waved him off.

No one knows my mum.

As she was thinking, a bang on the door was heard. Both their heads snapped towards the door.

“Zoey!!” Some man shouted as he banged on the door.

This better be worth my time. Or else someone is gonna pay.

“Get the door. Tell that person whoever they’re looking for will meet them at the library.” Zoey instructed her twin. If that person knows her then they’ll know which library.

He nodded and went to answer it. Zoey went back upstairs to get her bag. She gripped her bag tightly. To the library I guess.

She opened her window and sneak out like she always did. Yeah, her mom was strict, she couldn’t go out even as an adult. Protection from who, whoever she meant needed protection from her.

She climbed down the pole by her window. She landed on a trash can and jump off onto the floor.

She walked down the dark streets. She could drink laughter from guys and the giggles of woman.

She passed the garrison which was near by her house. She didn’t stop to glance. She gripped her bag. Nah, I’ll keep my hat off, it’ll catch unwanted attention. If John or Tommy saw her, they would pull her over and demand where she would be going. Yeah, I could defend myself but they were so protective that it was funny yet exhausting for me.

She gripped her blade, Kindness. She named it Kindness. She always carried a blade under her sleeves. Of course the blade had a protecting wrapping so she wouldn’t hurt herself.

There stood the library. Birmingham Library. She went inside and sat down. Let’s see how long it takes them.

The library doors slammed open. She clicked her tongue in disbelief. Alright, so much for meeting in secret.

There stood a copper that Zoey befriended. He saw her and quickly made his way over.

She look at him and nodded as a way to greet him as she said, “What you find?”

“That bloke you said to keep an eye out for is here.” He said, as he wiped his forehead with the back of his sleeve.

No, it can’t be.

Zoey nodded and asked, “How long has he been here?”

“He’s been here for three days. I just found out he was around the area. He’s been laying low.” He rushed out as he gripped onto the chair in front of him.

Eli just had to appear. Some obsessive idiot. Fucking mad I say.

Zoey kept her cool and instructed him to continue to keep an eye out for him.

“Also make sure to not appear at my mums house. For fuck sake, we meet here. You of all should know that.” Zoey spat at him.

“O-of course. I apologize.” He said, as he glanced down at the floor.

Zoey nodded, and said, “Keep this to yourself. Take this.” She pushed a book over to him.

He reached over and picked it up. “That’s yours. Keep it. Take it home.” Zoey told him. Can’t leave a library without a book.

The book contained his payment. He knew that. It was a reoccurring thing. This was the meeting spot unless changes had to be made.

“Well, if that’s all. You can go.” Zoey said, as she leaned back on the chair.

The doors of the library swung open. They both turned to look. No, why now?

Tommy stared at them. He calmly made his way over.

Zoey glanced away to signal the officer to leave. She picked up the other book that she got in case of anything or anyone showing up.

“You’re not dismissed. Sit down.” Thomas firmly told the officer.

Zoey sighed as she stood up. I guess I’ll leave then.

“Sit down.” Thomas snapped at her. She sat back down.

“What’s going on here?” Thomas asked them as he glanced between them.

“Nothing. He was just asking where the librarian was.” Zoey smoothly answered.

“Oh, and there she is. Ms. Maple is right over there.” Zoey told the officer who as planned didn’t wear his uniform.

The officer nodded and quickly left before Thomas could snap at him.

Thomas glared at him as he left. Zoey opened the book and glanced at the page as she waited for Thomas to question her.

“Why are you even here? Did you forget something.” Thomas asked Zoey as he snatch the book away from her.

Zoey looked at him and snapped at him, “I had other things to do. Sorry I couldn’t make it to your date with Grace.”

Stay around for more of Thomas Shelby Best Friend

#thomas shelby x reader #john shelby #john shelby x oc #john shelby x reader #michael gray #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x oc #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x imagine #thomas shelby angst #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby x oc #polly gray #peaky blinders x reader

[ironmandeficiency]

assorted commander fox headcanons

pairing: commander fox / reader

word count: 879

a/n: some of these were carried from c&m but most of them just came to mind the more i typed on this one. this is in no way the end of my fox hc’s. can’t do taglist rn bc i’m posting this from my phone at work lol

this man is literally so kind

one of the most selfless men you’ll ever meet, like UGH he’s selfless to a fault

he puts everyone else’s needs before his (look at the workload he buries himself under so his fellow commanders don’t have to suffer thru it)

he’s at his best when he’s helping others. has and will continue to give the shirt off his back (or even a vibroblade or two) to someone if he thinks they need it more than he does

if he’s had a relatively good day but he sees that you’re upset abt something, his good mood is shoved down as far as it’ll go and you are immediately his first priority. once you’re feeling better, he’ll share abt his day (with a few sprinkles of Guard™️ shenanigans bc they always make you laugh)

he’s not good at asking for help but the few times he does ask, he’s shy abt it. it’s as if this kind man thinks he doesn’t deserve the help he so unabashedly gives to other ppl

this man will need a bit more reassurance of your feelings for him but it isn’t bc he thinks you don’t care for him; it’s bc he doesn’t always see himself as worthy of the love you show him

his favored method of making you smile is nice slow dancing that quickly just turns into the two of you just swaying and holding each other close, him kissing your temple occasionally

it doesn’t matter if there’s music or not, he loves to dance with you 24/7

no matter where you are, he’ll sometimes spin/twirl you if he needs to get by you. you resolve to get in his way a little more often bc of how nice his hands feel but he doesn’t need to know that

you call him foxtrot one day and boy was he not ready for that

he loves it, don’t get it twisted, but it was relatively soon after you started dating and he already had a nickname???

he’s smitten

and another thing!!!

this man!!! enjoys!!! baths!!!

once you show him the healing wonders of a nice, long bubble bath, he’s sold

he lights several candles, turns some smooth jazz on, and pours entirely too much bubble bath and epsom salts in and just lets his worries melt away

sometimes you join him at his request, other times you let him have his space

sharing a bath is intimate af and the fact you share them with each other at all is a testament to the trust you have in each other

has an iron stomach (don’t ask me why i just know). even if you can’t cook, fox will eat what you make bc he can handle it. he can’t cook all that great either but there’s always the chance to learn together

everyone learned to never challenge fox to slapboxing. legend has it that a slapboxing match as cadets is how commander cody got the scar on the side of his head. neither brother denies it and it’s hilarious to watch a shiny’s eyes go wide when the tale is recounted

i will say this until my lungs give out but fox dances like no one’s business

was always adamant that he didn’t particularly like animals. they were okay, but not his thing. he would respect them from a distance and call it a day… until thorn brought a three-legged tooka to his office with a “quick take it i gotta go on senator duty and it needs a home okay by vod see you later!”

fox didn’t want to be around the tooka as much as the tooka wanted to be around him but after a few hours, he couldn’t resist the 🥺 eyes. thorn came back for it and the poor thing didn’t want to leave. now ehn (mando’a for 3) will perch on fox’s shoulder when at his desk doing flimsiwork and is his baby. if anything ever happened to ehn, think john wick level retaliation

ehn is trained to do some p cool stuff. fox put a tooka tree by the keypad of the door and she can lock it on command. she can also retrieve certain things for him (first aid kit, datapad, flask, etc.) and she is prone to meowing over the voices of ppl that are clearly upsetting fox

if you don’t like/respect ehn or she doesn’t trust your vibes, good luck getting anywhere with fox. he trusts her vibe checks implicitly and her word is gospel

his love languages are acts of service and quality time (and sometimes said quality time can involve cuddles if both parties are consenting)

the moment ehn brushes up against your legs and purrs like a motor (hope you’re not allergic), fox resigns himself to falling head over heels for you

on the heartbreaking occasion that you’re allergic to tookas, fox teaches ehn a new command, greet, so that way ehn says hi and you don’t break out (or worse)

after getting ehn, fox is much more understanding of why/how hound loves grizzer the way he does and will sometimes even pat the massif on the head here and there where he used to stay a respectable distance away

#commander fox #commander fox x you #commander fox x reader #star wars the clone wars #star wars #star wars imagines #star wars reader insert #swtcw #star wars fanfic #coruscant guard #commander thorn #sergeant hound

[redrobin-detective]

because I could not stop for death

because I could not stop for death / he kindly stopped for me / the carriage held but just ourselves / and immortality ~ Emily Dickinson

Danny Fenton was dying, properly this time.

Somehow, in the back of his head and in his worst nightmares, he knew it would end this way: bleeding on the floor of his parents’ lab where it had all began. He was so hot he felt like his skin was on fire, blood and ectoplasm were dripping all over him and his lungs and heart were working overtime to try in vain to keep him alive a moment longer. He’d imagined at the time that there would be more screaming but death, in the end, was turning out to be a quiet little affair. A lonely table set for one.

“Danny, Danny come on, you-you gotta slow down your breathing, just relax, for me, please,” Sam moaned, more than making up for his lack of noise. She was shaking and touching him all over, his chest, his face, his hair. Normally she jumped right into action but she had to know, deep down, that there was nothing she could do. All that was left was to watch her panic and cry, it wasn’t his favorite image. 

“Vlad!” He heard Tucker scream cry into the phone, “please it’s Tucker, Danny’s dying I think. The Fentons had some new invention, something about his core, please we don’t know what to do!” 

Ugh Vlad, he was probably going to be so happy Danny was on his way out. He wasn’t looking much forward to his last images being his archenemy gloating. Tucker hung up and reached down to grasp Danny’s hand so hard it hurt. “Don’t worry dude, Vlad’s coming. He knows so much about you half ghosts that you’ll be fixed up on no time.” Right, Danny was already dead. If calling Vlad, feeling like he did something, helped Tucker move on then he’d deal with it.

Danny tilted his head to the side where Sam’s fingernails were carding through his hair. It was getting harder to see with the blood pouring out of his eyes but he looked at her, and tried to memorize her face. He’d never been able to tell her how much he loved her, that any day spent with her was a blessing. Tucker too, his best bro and a part of his soul. His best friends in the whole wide world, through thick and thin. God, he was going to miss them.

“Glurk,” he said, trying to convey those feeling but the fluids in his mouth and airway made it impossible. “Blerh.”

“Shh shh shh,” Sam soothed, “it’s okay, don’t try to talk.”

“Daniel!” He heard Vlad’s voice shriek as he materialized in front of the portal. Sam and Tucker were violently pushed out the way. Danny wanted to be angry at his loved ones being taken away in his final moments but anger was for the living, he barely had the energy to breathe. This death was too long and too short all at once. He made eye contact with Vlad who all at once lost the frantic edge to his tone and and instead knelt on the floor. “Oh my dear boy. What did they do to you?”

“What is going on?” Sam demanded, shoving her way back in. Danny was glad, he could see again like this. “Why aren’t you doing something!”

“There’s nothing to be done,” Vlad said in a flat, monotone, he picked up one of Danny’s hands and patted it gently. “His core is dying, it’s like a ghost’s heart. It contains their very essence, it is from which everything they are comes from. If Jack and Maddie somehow disrupted it then there’s nothing anyone can do to save him.”

“But he’s human too,” Tucker defended, grabbing Danny’s other hand. His human warm skin burned but the contact felt so good, he twitched his fingers closer to his friend’s. “He-he doesn’t need a core, he’s already got a heart. So, so he doesn’t have powers, we can do normal again.”

“You-” Vlad hissed before taking a calming breath. “The accident that made Daniel like this irreparably altered him. His core was as much a part of keeping him alive as his other organs, without it, his body is shutting down.” Vlad turned down to look Danny in the eye and saw true, genuine grief in those hateful red eyes. 

“I cannot imagine the agony you are going through, I’m so sorry. I’d say it will be over soon but,” a hitch that sounded almost like a sob if it was coming from anyone other than Vlad. “But you’ve hovered on the edge of death for years, son, and you’ve always been such a fighter. You have minutes at most but those minutes are an eternity when you’re suffering.”

Sam and Tucker’s sobbing blended together in the background, Vlad was saying something with a miserable, stunned expression. The swirling of the portal in the background seemed louder than anything, louder than his heart beat pounding and pounding as it ran it’s last race. 

“Daniel, Danny,” he focused his eyes back on Vlad who had a stubborn, unhappy set to his brow. “Do you want me to make the pain stop? An ectoblast to your chest will end your life instantly.”

“Don’t you dare touch him,” Sam shrieked, coming back into view and looking like she was trying to fight Vlad off. “You do anything to him and I’ll kill you!” Tucker just sat and stared at him, like he too was trying memorize Danny’s face.

“It’s a mercy, Samantha or do you want his last moments on earth to be drowning on the blood in his lungs.”

“Sam, he has a point. I don’t- I don’t think we can fix this.”

“No! No we always fix things, I’ll do it myself if I have to!”

Danny’s vision was starting to go, more black than anything else. He closed his eyes and readied himself for the inevitable. 

“Time Out,” Danny opened his eyes and found he was no longer in pain. He was standing up and apart from where he’d previously been lying. Sam had her hands in Vlad’s face and the older hybrid was snarling something at her. Tucker was midmotion trying to stand up, presumably to get Sam but the three of them were frozen in the moment. Danny turned and found Clockwork floating, looking very out of place in his parents lab. “Good evening, Danny.”

“You that short on cash that you work part time as a grim reaper?” Danny quipped out of habit. He looked down at his body and grimaced a bit, that wasn’t a pretty sight. No doubt traumatizing for Tucker and Sam. God how were they going to explain this to his parents? “Gonna ferry me across the River Styx? I don’t have two pennies but I think I have a bloodied $10 on me.”

“You’re core is dying and you have 17 seconds left in this world before all your organs give out and finish the process you began when you turned on your parent’s ghost portal,” Clockwork explained as he changed into child form. 

“O-okay,” Danny said shakily, trying to be brave even when he was so, so scared. He was going out whether he wanted it or not but he refused to leave crying. “Nice of you to come say goodbye then but, uh but unless you have something to say then you should let me go back. No one knows better than me that you can’t outrun death. Thanks but I’m uh I’m ready.”

Clockwork stared at him for a bit, not sure how long, time was weird like this but he changed forms a few times. “You’re quite the remarkable young man, Danny Fenton.”

“Uh thanks,” Danny added, once more looking at his body which had, according to Clockwork, a 17 second expiration date. “What’s going to happen? Am I going to become a ghost? Does heaven or hell exist for someone like me?”

“I don’t get to decide what happens, I merely see options,” Clockwork stated easily, taking his time. “If you die naturally you’ll become ghost, a mere shadow of who you are now and one who would fade fairly quickly. You don’t have strong enough anger or regrets to tie you in the real world for long.” Not great but okay he supposed, hell for his friends and family though. “You could let Plasmius deliver his mercy kill, destroying what’s left of your ghost core and ensuring you do not come back.” Better, probably won’t help the Fruitloop’s instability but he can’t save everyone.

“That one comes with it’s own caveat but I’ll get to that in a moment,” Clockwork explained. “There is a third option where you get up off the floor and walk away.” Danny blinked then looked back at his body which certainly wasn’t walking anywhere but into a plush casket. Clockwork opened his hands and the Ghost King’s Crown materialized in his hands. “If you accept your claim to the King’s Cown, it will revitalize your core and your life would be saved.”

Danny blinked.

“By sealing Pariah Dark, you won by proxy and established a legitimate claim to the throne. The Zone has been without a king for millennia, most have forgotten the old rules. Those who remembered were not too keen on a half-ghost child assuming leadership and kept you in the dark. If Plasmius ends your life then your claim transfers over to him, which he is aware of. It had been his plan all along to trick you into defeating Pariah so he could steal the Crown from you at a later date, a much easier opponent.”

Danny’s mind was overloaded with information, he didn’t know what to focus on first. He stared at his 17 seconds from death face and tried to process it all. Crown? Claim? Vlad?

“Of course,” Clockwork tutted, “he didn’t plan on your dying and in such a gruesome fashion. If he kills you and takes your claim, he would spend his remaining years ruling the Ghost Zone in a just, controlled fashion for your memory. He destroys all the stable portals and keeps the ghost and human worlds separate.” Clockwork became and old man and titled his head, “it’s not a bad timeline, all things considered.”

“And if I take it?” Danny asked quietly.

“You’re compassionate, brave and motivated, you have all the makings of a revolutionary king,” Clockwork smiled. “The Zone would experience and unprecedented era of peace, there would be positive interactions between human and ghosts for the first time since life and death split into two. Your name would spoken with reverence for the rest of time.”

“But I don’t want to be king,” Danny frowned.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Clockwork stated. “Which is why I am giving you the choice. If you pass peacefully there will be no one to claim the Crown and life will continue on, ghost attacks and all. If Plasmius kills you, he becomes an effective but unmemorable king. If you take the Crown, you can get the chance to tell Sam and Tucker how much you love them.”

Danny rubbed at his face, he didn’t want to die but he’d be sealing away his entire future with a move like this. He didn’t even know if the Crown would let him go with death, maybe he’d die and be stuck as the Ghost King until his core finally gave out lord in who knows how long. Eternity was an awful long time to carry such a responsibility. He couldn’t bring himself to ask, too afraid of the answer.

“Is there ever a timeline I became an astronaut?” He asked instead. Clockwork hummed, seemingly unsurprised by Danny’s non-sequitur. 

“Yes, in one of the few universes where you never walked into the portal. You never go into space what with human politics putting a halt on the programs but you work for NASA. You leave Amity Park at 17 and don’t come back save for your parents’ dual funeral.” He paused and Danny felt read down to his very bones, “from the moment you became half ghost you were always heading for this moment. The circumstances varied but it always came down to you and the Crown. Time is straining to continue, to see how this drama plays out. Will you accept it and all the joy and grief that comes with it?”

Danny looked over at Vlad, still mid-sneer but there was a scared desperation in his face. He and Vlad sniped at each other all the time but Danny didn’t really hate him and he didn’t think Vlad did either. Leaving him alone, plus making him be king was a heavy burden to put on his enemy. 

Sam and Tuck probably wouldn’t recover from this, he’d put them through so much already but he just knew that they’d never be the same. Could he do that to them? Take the easy way out and leave them to suffer? Mom and Dad didn’t deserve to come home to a dead son, the truth would come out and they’d never forgive themselves. Jazz certainly wouldn’t, she was 2 states over at University but he could already hear her angry, grief-stricken screams. 

Death, death was quiet. It was quiet and merciful and sad, but it was also easy. And Danny Fenton had never once taken the easy route. He reached out and took and the crown before shakily placing it on his head. He gasped, throwing his head back as his core swelled, taking up residence once more right next to his heart. Clockwork smiled, looking like the cat who ate the canary. 

“The Crown of Fire, pardon me the Crown changes with each core, the Crown of Ice is now yours as is the Zone. Your reign begins now but so too does the rest of your life. People are waiting for you. Time in.” Danny slammed back into awareness on the floor of his parents’ lab, the floor he’d almost died on twice. 

He sat up as cold radiated off his body, causing frost to crawl down his arms and along the floor. Sam, Tucker and Vlad, who’d been frozen up until now, jumped back to life. There was a new, familiar weight on his head that he didn’t dare acknowledge. 

He squeezed his eyes shut and said a silent goodbye to a quiet, normal life. It wouldn’t be all bad, he could be happy like this but the Crown still felt like a iron manacle around his neck. But he got used to the ghost powers, he could get used to this too. Maybe one day he won’t look at the stars and say ‘what if?’

“Danny!” Sam shouted, throwing herself into his arms soon followed by Tucker. Their warm weight, their relieved sobs, their shaky breaths in his air, now this was something worth living for. He squeezed them tightly.

“But how dude, you were at death’s door!” Tucker asked, still not letting go.

“You accepted the Crown,” Vlad said evenly, “I wasn’t aware you even knew about your claim. Who told you?”

“You don’t know everything, Vlad,” Danny sighed, sitting himself upright. Ugh his shirt was covered in blood and ectoplasm. He needed to trash these clothes before his parents freaked. And find a way to hide the floating ice crown on his head. 

“Even an old man can be surprised every now and again,” Vlad said wearily. He stood up to his full height before startling Danny by dipping down to one knee. “Then allow me to be the first to welcome my new king and wish him well.”

“I thought you wanted this,” Danny questioned.

“I do, I did,” Vlad said, unusually off balance. “To be quite honest, I’m not sure how to feel about it but, right now, I’m just immeasurably happy you’re alive, little badger. Now I best be off, enjoy your kingdom, my liege, I’ll be sure to come bother you some time soon.” Vlad disappeared in a swirl of pink leaving just him, Sam and Tucker still clinging to him.

Danny may have a kingdom, a job he didn’t want and his whole life decided in a spur of the moment choice, but he also had something very important. He squeezed his friends tightly.

“I love you guys, thank you for being my friends even though I have the worst ideas for activities. Dying? On a Sunday night? How lame is that?” Sam laughed, a bit hysterical but it was real and it made Danny feel weightless. 

“Don’t do that again, buddy,” Tucker breathed into his shoulder. “So you gonna explain what just happened and why you’re apparently the Ghost King or something?”

“Yeah, yeah I will but let’s get changed first. Mom and Dad will be home soon and I think I’m going to need to have a conversation with them about my new job.” 

#danny phantom #i was watching forever phantom and said 'i should kill danny' and then i fucking didn't #im obsessed with ghost king danny as end game #Im not sure this is the route I would want to go but I want him to end up woth tje crown #its bitter sweet bc its a *lifelong (possibly afterlife) commitment that he didnt get a choice in #he will be happy and he will be a good king but it wasnt his choice and he'll always regret it a little #i love clockwork but he's a bit shady and will always work in favor of the timeline #anyway happy fucking sunday bitches #have some homemade angst #also i typed this directly in tumblr and almost hit the power screen on my computer instead of backspace #god was trying to stop me from publishing but i overcame #Only did one quick edit Im too tired to care anymore #lmk if you want it on ao3

[thepartyresponsible]

this fill is for @jhscdood, @windcalling, and the anon who asked for jason todd and clint barton to #69 on my wrapped 2020 spotify playlist, which is “the rush” by jj wilde.

so here’s a fic about clint barton, shield agent, accidentally hooking up with red hood the night before the big shield & bats meeting in gotham.

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Clint’s right in the middle of advanced negotiations with his hookup’s coffeemaker when a very aggressive Mr. Universe contestant crashes through the door, smashing it to kindling with one improbably muscled shoulder.

“Aw, shit,” Clint says, and throws the coffeepot.

It shatters apart against the man’s mask, and the man swivels slowly to stare at Clint.

He’s huge, and he’s angry, and he looks like he’s here to settle business.

“Oh, c’mon,” Clint says, half-begging, half-protesting. “I don’t even have pants on. It’s six in the morning. Raincheck this, for the love of God.”

The man straightens to his full height, and Clint sighs. He’s a menace, is what he is. Some actual, no-shit, Gotham-level nonsense. He’s a monster. 6’8” at least. He probably has a minimum of a hundred pounds on Clint.

He’s fully dressed.

It’s six in the morning.

“Ugh, fine,” Clint says. “Just be quiet about it, okay? He’s still asleep.”

Still asleep, still unbelievably good looking. Clint had been hoping for another round before he left to meet up with Coulson and Nat for their meeting with the various Bats, and now he’s going to ruin the poor bastard’s whole apartment, instead.

“I am not,” the belligerent bodybuilder says, “here for you.”

Clint blinks. “You—what?”

“You owe me for that door,” Jason says. He’s standing in his bedroom doorway, with a SIG in either hand and a very aggrieved slant to his eyebrows. “And for fucking up my morning.”

The human wall of muscle shifts to face Jason, leaving him open, but Clint is honestly too flabbergasted by this turn of events to take advantage of that. “Talia is looking for you,” the man says. “She wants you to come back.”

“And who can blame her?” Clint asks.

“That’s sweet,” Jason says. He grins at Clint, a flash of white teeth that reminds Clint of the line of bruises he can still feel along his collarbone. “You always this sweet in the morning?”

“Oh, feel free to find out,” Clint says.

“I’m here to return you to her,” the man announces. He’s beginning to sound genuinely irritated by all the interruptions. Clint can empathize.

Jason sighs. “You ever get tired of being her errand boy?”

“No,” the man says. “I consider it an honor.”

“I am just, wow.” Clint shakes his head, looks back and forth between them. “Really confused by the dynamics of this situation.”

“Welcome to Gotham,” Jason says.

“You said that last night,” Clint reminds him. “You said you were the welcome party.”

“Yeah,” Jason says and then he points one of those SIGs right at the breaking and entering suspect, “and he’s the welcome hangover.”

“I like you better,” Clint says.

Jason smirks over at him. “Well, I earned it.”

“Sure as hell did,” Clint says.

The massive menace takes this as his opportunity to charge Jason. Clint grabs the skillet off the stovetop and hurls it, sending it whirling end-over-end and slamming directly into the back of the man’s head. There’s a sick, meaty thunk and then a roar, and Clint loses sight of Jason and the behemoth as they go crashing back into Jason’s bedroom.

Clint grabs a couple of knives from the block and goes after them.

Hell, he doesn’t have to meet up with Coulson and Nat for another two hours. How else is he going to fill his morning?

 ---

 They wreck Jason’s entire apartment, the fire escape, a Wells Fargo, and two bodegas, and they steal an ice cream truck, but they make it back to Clint’s hotel room in time to fool around a bit in the still-made bed and then shower together after.

“I’ve gotta,” Clint says, gesturing over his shoulder. He is clean and dressed and running impossibly, hilariously late.

“Oh, me too,” Jason says. He has stubble burn on his chin and throat. Clint never did find the time to shave. Whatever. It pairs nicely with the hickey Clint left on the side of his neck.

Usually, he tries to be polite about leaving marks on hookups, but the noises Jason made set Clint’s good intentions on fire and threw the ashes out the window.

Clint hesitates, his hand on the door. When he looks back, Jason’s hovering close to the window, catching a quick glance down toward the street. “Not that I want—look, this has the best morning after of my life.”

Jason’s mouth quirks up at one corner. “I bet you say that to all the guys who drag you into a street brawl with Bane.”

Clint’s mouth falls open. “That was Bane?”

“Who the hell did you think it was?” Jason shakes his head, looks mystified and a little charmed.

“I dunno, just.” Clint waves his hands. “Your ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend, maybe? Who had a weird thing for-- look, I never got any coffee.”

Jason grins, still shaking his head, and crosses the hotel room to grab Clint’s shirt one-handed, dead over his heart. “Next time you’re in town,” he says, “I’ll make you coffee.”

Clint thinks about coffee and looks at Jason’s mouth, and he groans, a little helpless, downright disoriented trying to decide which he wants more right now. “Jesus,” he says. “You promise?”

“Yeah,” he says. And then he tugs Clint in, kisses him quick and intent and showy, like he thinks he still needs to work to be memorable. “Call me,” he says, and he disappears out the door before Clint’s caught his breath.

 --

 Clint sprints out the rooftop access door and skids to a stop beside Nat exactly thirty seconds before the designated meeting time. The look Phil Coulson sends his way is long-suffering and remarkably unsurprised.

“Barton,” he says. “Next time we come to Gotham, I’m going to handcuff you to me for safekeeping.”

“That’s, uh.” Clint clears his throat, blushes an incendiary shade of red. “That’s gonna get real awkward for you, sir.”

Coulson stares at him for one heavy, terrible moment and then he sighs with worn-in exasperation and directs his eyes skyward.

“Wow, Clint,” Nat says, squinting at him. “What happened to your neck?”

“No, shut up,” Clint says. “Shush. I was in Madrid, remember? I’m not taking any shit from you about this. You showed up in lingerie. Lingerie that wasn’t even yours.”

“Well, it’s mine now,” Natasha says, looking far too smug to be even a touch repentant. “Did you have a good time?”

“Jesus, did I ever,” Clint says, with maybe a bit too much honest appreciation in his voice.

“Could we,” Coulson says, “please just attempt a modicum of professionalism?”

“Sure,” Clint says. “Yeah. Super professional, Coulson. As soon as they get here, I promise.”

“We’re here,” Batman announces, manifesting out of the shadows, taking about five years off Clint’s life.

“Fuck’s sake,” Clint says.

“Very professional,” Red Hood says. He moves up next to Batman, and he looks steady, broad-shouldered. Serious. But there’s something weird about his tone. Something amused, a little strangled.

Clint stares at him.

“We appreciate this meeting,” Coulson says, voice level and controlled.

“You said SHIELD had business in Gotham,” Batman says. Beside him, Red Robin is silent and focused. Red Hood crosses his arms over his chest, seems almost bored. “We need to set the parameters of that business.”

Red Hood, Clint notices, has two SIGs in holsters at his sides.

“Of course,” Coulson says. “There’s no reason for us to have any problems.”

“It’s Gotham,” Red Hood says. “There are always problems.”

There’s a hickey, Clint notices. A bruise, maybe. There’s something on Red Hood’s neck, barely visible in the gap between the collar of his jacket and the metal of his helmet.

“Are you the Gotham welcoming party?” Clint asks. He hears it come out of his own mouth, and he has nobody to blame other than himself and his critical caffeine deficiency.

Red Hood turns to stare at him. They all turn to stare at him, but Red Hood’s the only one he’s looking at.

He didn’t. He didn’t. He didn’t come to Gotham the night before a meeting with the Bats and pick up Red Hood in a dive bar.

He didn’t spend the morning after fighting Bane with Red Hood and then sneaking him into his SHIELD-approved hotel room. He did not.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Red Hood says, head tipped. “I’ve been told I’m more of Gotham’s hangover.”

Clint nods slowly.

He has no idea – no idea – how the hell he’s going to make any of this seem reasonable in the post-mission report. He has no idea how much of this will even make it in the report.

But he has Red Hood’s phone number scrawled on a bar napkin in his pocket, and he knows, whatever else happens in this ludicrous, lunatic town, he’s sure as hell not losing that.

#writing #soundtrack fills

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

15x20

Spoilers for Season 15x20 finale

Summary: This is a semi-rewrite of episode 15x20...

Pairing: Dean x reader (reader is treated more like an OC than a typical reader)

Word Count: 2,000ish

Warnings: language, major 15x20 spoilers

A/N: I wrote this for myself honestly. I know it is idealistic and was never going to happen. Again, I’m sharing simply if you’re interested but please feel free to ignore. This picks up from a very obvious point in the episode...

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Dean POV

“Fuck,” said Dean, his hand over his chest. Something big was stabbing into his back. This felt wrong though. A dull, achy pain trickled up and down his spine and across his chest. His heart was racing up and slowing down when it wanted and Dean shut his eyes as he recognized the feeling in his bones.

He was dying. The kind of dying a doctor can’t fix.

“Jack!” shouted Sam, Dean peeling open his eyes as he realized Sam was besides him, hand covered in blood. A few seconds later Jack appeared in front of them eating a bar of nougat. “Jack fix him. Please.”

“He said he was hands off,” said Dean with a wince, his whole body shaking. Jack cocked his head and walked over, touching Dean’s forehead. The next thing he knew, Dean was sat on the ground and taking a deep breath, the pain gone as he looked up. “You said you were hands off.”

“You’re my dads. Why wouldn’t I help you?” he asked, a confused look on his face. Dean chuckled and nodded, still holding onto his chest. “You seem upset. I’ll pop you guys home.”

“Kid there’s-”

“Those boys are okay,” said Jack, snapping his fingers. Dean was suddenly sat on the steps up into the library, Jack mentioning something about taking some nougat from the pantry before he headed out. 

“You alright?” asked Sam. Dean shook his head and he took a seat. Dean rubbed the heel of his palm against his chest and shuddered. “Jack got there in time.”

“If he hadn’t-”

“Dean-”

“If he hadn’t...because it was bad, Sammy. If he hadn’t...I’m so proud of you and I love you, so fucking much. I couldn’t have asked for a better baby brother, a better best friend. You just gotta tell me something. When the time comes, you’ll be okay without me. Tell me Sam. Please.”

“I’ll be okay,” said Sam quietly. Dean nodded and moved his hand to his lap, Sam scooting closer. “Let’s get out of here.”

“What?”

“Let’s get a house. We can get a big yard for Miracle. Run an operation like Bobby did, do the occasional case. Let’s go live more,” said Sam. Dean paused but rubbed his chest again and smiled.

“Dibs on the master bedroom,” said Dean. Sam chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. This place is home but I wouldn’t mind an upgrade.”

Two Months Later

“Miracle!” called Dean when he ignored the ball Dean had just thrown across the yard and ran around the corner of the house. “Miracle!”

“I think your daddy’s looking for you,” Dean heard a voice giggle. He walked around the house and saw a woman knelt down and ruffling the dog. “You’re so cute. You’re so cute.”

“Yes, I am,” smirked Dean as the woman popped her head up. “So, how can I help you and why are you parked in my driveway?”

“I’m Y/N. Y/N-”

“I heard of you. Hunter out of Alaska right?” he asked as she nodded. “You work a lot of Canada cases.”

“I did,” she said with a shrug. “I was thinking of retiring down south. Wondering if you got any tips on how to adjust.”

“A dog helps,” he said and she smiled, Dean looking her up and down. “You do realize this is Austin, Texas right?”

“This is south to me,” she said. “I know Donna through a friend of a friend. She said it’d be cool if I came and talked to you?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” said Dean, Miracle running over to the ball and rushing back with it. He nudged Dean’s hand and Y/N smiled. “You mind chatting while we do some fetch?”

“Not at all, Winchester.”

“Kinda funny how Eileen and Y/N know each other,” said Sam, Dean looking out the back window to where the girls and Miracle were sat on the back deck after dinner drinking a beer. Dean hummed and dried a plate, Sam nudging his arm. “You like her, don’t you.”

“You like her.”

“Dean.”

“Yeah, I like her. What’s the big deal?”

“Oh, I don’t know. A gorgeous, former hunter with your kind of humor, love for pie, muscle cars and classic rock that’s single just happens to have stuck around long after she got done talking to you.”

“I invited her to dinner.”

“She understands the life Dean. All the shit we carry. You’ve never tried with a hunter. Give her a chance.”

“Tried what?” said Dean, putting the plate in the cupboard. 

“You can have a relationship Dean. I’m pretty sure she likes you too,” said Sam.

“Hello, Dean,” said Castiel, both guys jumping as they spun around. They stared at the angel as Cas looked around. “I enjoy your home. The air is fragrant.”

“It’s a candle,” said Sam, pointing to the flickering light on the countertop. He blew it out and Dean walked around the island, shaking his head. 

“Where the fuck have you been?” said Dean, giving Cas a hug. Sam joined them and Castiel shrugged.

“Rebuilding heaven is labor intensive process,” said Cas before turning to Dean. “I felt you would be coming there soon a few months ago.”

“Why didn’t you pop down when you knew he was dying?” asked Sam.

“You are humans,” said Cas with a pout. “You will die someday. It’s an inevitable fact. Time is very strange in heaven in its relation to earth. I assumed you were an old man.”

“No, not old,” said Dean.

“Would you two like for me to prevent your deaths until a certain age?” asked Cas. 

“No,” they both said, Dean smiling. 

“But if we ask for help, you will help?” asked Dean.

“Always,” said Castiel. He tilted his head and looked out the back window. “Who is the woman with Eileen?”

“Y/N. Hunter from the Yukon area. Dean has a crush,” said Sam. He smirked when Dean whacked his arm, Cas still cocking his head. “You know her?”

“She’s quite drawn to Dean. Metaphysically speaking.”

“Yes cause whatever you just said was very clear. Like I’m five Cas,” said Dean. Cas sighed and pursed his lips.

“Jack has given me some extra power to help assist him better. I can see more of a person now,” said Cas. “Their energy, soul, things of that nature.”

“Okay...so what does that mean?” asked Dean.

“Oh your souls are quite intertwined. She’s your soulmate,” said Cas.

“Really?” said Dean, allowing a brief smile to cross his face.

“She also has a growing inoperable mass in her head that will kill her in the next few years. She suffers from headaches quite frequently,” said Cas. Dean sat down at the counter and stared out the back door, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Why can’t I be happy?” he breathed out. “For a fucking minute I can’t even be happy before the rug gets pulled out.”

“...Did you not want me to heal her?” asked Cas. Dean rolled his eyes and Cas’ glowed blue for a moment. “She’s fine now. You seem...emotional.”

“Well I am Cas,” said Dean. 

“You’ve been off since that hunt and the barn,” said Sam.

“Sam I shouldn’t be alive,” said Dean. “I got lucky.”

“You have sacrificed your entire life for others, Dean,” said Cas, Sam taking a seat next to Dean. “You should take advantage of your powerful friends. Let others care for you now. I will speak to Jack about the remaining monsters and their relocation to somewhere better suited for them, perhaps a new world.”

“Everything alright?” asked Y/N, slipping in through the back door with an empty beer bottle. 

“Yeah, we’re all good,” said Sam.

“Liar,” she said, smiling at Dean. “I’ll be right back.”

She excused herself to the bathroom, Sam and Cas going outside. Dean got another set of beers out just in time for Y/N to return. 

“Can I ask you a question?” she said.

“Shoot,” said Dean, handing her the drink.

“Your friend, the angel, did he just heal me? I’ve had constant headaches for awhile now. Brain tumor. I feel different. You guys wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that would you?”

“You deserve to enjoy your retirement,” he said. “A very long retirement. You’re fine now.”

“I won’t be mad about that,” she said, leaning against the counter by him. She took a long sip and smiled. “I like you, Dean.”

“I like you,” he said.

“I’m gonna stick around town for a bit, see if things work out,” she said. He nodded and smiled, watching her smirk. “So there’s really no more monsters?”

“Uh, what?”

“I overheard Castiel when I walked in. Guess we’re really out of jobs now,” you said.

“I got an offer for a construction manager,” he said. 

“You gonna take it?” she asked.

“I think so. What do you think?” he asked.

“I think it’s a great idea,” she said. “Gotta keep busy somehow.”

“What’s your retirement look like?” he asked. She shrugged and smiled. “Now that death isn’t imminent.”

“Maybe I’ll find a guy, try the domestic thing,” she said, a soft smile staying on her lips. “Know anyone who might be interested?”

“I’m sure I can think of someone, sweetheart.”

One Year Later

“So what do you think?” asked Sam as he spun around in his suit in the family room.

“What do we think junior?” asked Dean, the baby on his lap clapping his hands. “He says dad’s gonna score tonight.”

“I fear for you teaching my son things when he’s a teenager,” chuckled Sam.

“That’s what Uncles are for,” said Dean as Y/N got up from the couch and started fixing Sam’s tie.

“And what Aunt’s are for to rein them in,” she said, smoothing it out. 

“Thank you,” said Sam. “Hey, when you two gonna have a kid?”

“Who says we aren’t?” smirked Dean. Sam went wide eyed and she rolled hers.

“We’re trying just recently. You will literally be the first to know once we do,” she said. She winked and Sam narrowed his eyes, looking back and forth between them then down to her stomach. 

“You’re so pregnant.”

“Ugh, we were gonna surprise you guys. Let us surprise, Eileen at least,” she said.

“You guys are pregnant!” said Eileen from over the balcony upstairs. Y/N laughed and headed up, Sam taking a seat next to Dean and plucking his son into his arms.

“You’re gonna be a real good dad. You got a lot of practice,” said Sam. Dean shrugged and Sam gave him a side hug. “I’m really happy he gets to know his Uncle, Dean. You’re gonna do great.”

“I’m really happy I get to be here too,” said Dean. He sat back and shut his eyes. “I owe you one.”

“For what?”

“The barn. I thought Jack wouldn’t come. I didn’t even bother. I thought that was gonna be it,” said Dean. “I didn’t want to go yet.”

“You don’t owe me for that,” said Sam, handing the baby back when he heard feet on the stairs. “Be good for Uncle Dean, baby boy.”

“Go have fun on your date, Sammy,” said Dean.

“You have fun on your stay at home date,” chuckled Sam. “See ya later, De.”

“Later, Sammy.”

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#spn #spn spoilers #dontspoilthefinalhunt #spn season 15 spoilers #supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural dean winchester #supernatural sam winchester #one shot

[papers4me]

Fruits Basket, Se3, ep11 (part 1)

Breaking toxic bonds & accepting healthy ones isn’t a miracle. A bond that started with love could end up chained & toxic, another that started wrong could’ve become the joy of a life time. You can do it. Break the cycle of abuse & stand up for yourself, it is easy yet so difficult, you aren’t alone, tho, loved ones stand nearby cheering. Be kind on yourself, otherwise you’ll throw your life away. Life isn’t just happiness & joy, it’s also sadness & loneliness. Break free from the shackles that held you down. Embrace life & Live.

-Tohru’s “ I’m okay” mask is finally shattered! (the Importance of kyo’s rejection for her development):

This is the last part of tohru’s character development! The last few eps were abt her role in Akito’s redemption & their similarities. she staood up for herself & choose a path away from her mom while keeping her mom’s memory in a healthy manner. No more planning my life according to mom’s wishes, no more talking to mom ‘s picture 24/7. Now, I’ll plan my life & move forward even if it is with the guy mom said she cant forgive. even If it is without him, I’ll move forward. I love him so much, yet I won’t force our bond & let go. So easy yet so difficult!. tohru doesnt know anything abt kyo after her fall. All she remembers is his heart-broken face as he wept beside her. Those tears on his face, she caused them. He cried cuz it is too painful to see her hurt. She was a burden to him! tohru restored to her old coping mechanism of pretending “ i’m Okay” & smiling. She did so numerous times before. Always worked. No one noticed. Except him. Se02, ep7. he urged her to show her true fears. Now, she’s faced with a pain so big she can’t pretend no more. the pain of loosing him. She cried in front of yuki! The smile & chatting abt chores couldn’t conceal the running tears! Yuki’s first time seeing her like that. Se01, ep14, yuki wondered how could tohru smile after her mom’s death. She can’t pretend no more! She’ll have to wear her feelings on her sleeve! cuz it IS ok to do so! She tells kyo to give her a moment to compose herself. She couldn’t lie & pretend like she did with yuki. Here she either run away or just try to compose myself! I LOVE THAT! This way, whenever kyo/tohru fight or have any misunderstanding in the future as a couple, you’ll know tohru won’t just bear it & pretend, “ i;m okay” No! she’ll talk to kyo & express herself! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! It gives her so much strength as a human & I’m happy all the obstacles & set backs in kyo/tohru’s romantic journey has led them to be better ppl little by little to build healthier & more realistic love! 

-The mechanics of writing a compelling slow-burn romance:

1. Igniting the romantic feelings slowly: Slow burns don’t work with love at 1st sight. It must first sparkle naturally, slowly & subtly. Both kyo & tohru repeatedly stated they don’t know exactly when they first fell in love. The author’s decision to create an environment where the two live together is a genius way to start & nurture their romance quietly & subtly. Kyo was tricked to stay in shigure’s house while tohru had to stay cuz she had no home, Natural reasons that force the two to spend days together & get to know each other gradually.

2. Dynamics of their personalities: For slow burns to work, the two characters need to be similar yet opposites! Kyo & tohru are both kind, endearing, innocent, good at chores, independent & hardworking. They both have history with their mothers that is filled with love yet traumas. However, tohru is calm yet prefer maneuvering around subjects, can’t stand up for herself, reads ppl easily, tends to trust ppl easily & disregard herself. Kyo is fierce, strong, tends to distrust ppl, despite ppl loving his spontaneous character, he has hard time figuring out if they’re mocking him or teasing him, very straightforward with his words & actions. The similarities helps them understand each other, however, the differences creates chances to clash & come even closer thro various situation. Ex, se01, ep2, kyo apologizing for hitting her head with the table which created the situation where she needed to confess she always loved the cat zodiac! It is HER gush of emotions that struck kyo. ppl really want my friendship? the cat is loved? Thro those difference they learned to better themselves so they won’t hurt the other, kyo toning down his anger for her, tohru desiring to know him even more as he becomes even more awkward.

3. Creating natural, realistic  & convincing obstacles that prevents them from being together:  This is the most important part! Slow-burn is two characters in love & cant be together despite everyone wanting them to be! if the reason that stops them from uniting is trivial, stupid, one-sided, can easily be solved, then the slow-burn would be a fillery & no one would cheer for it! Takaya-san is a genius!

Kyo can’t be with tohru cuz he thinks (a) he killed her mom! we saw thr flashback, he could’ve saved her & couldn’t save her. It was a split of a second difference & he hates himsef for NOT trying! that split of a second also prevented from thinking of better ways to save her than holding her! it happened to fast, he couldn't think of a better alternative cuz this was his 2nd time loosing someone (b) his mom’s sucide being pinned as his fault created this immense guilt & defeated feeling that “ no matter what, I just cause death & misery! There’s (c) too!, he knew tohru! thinks she deserves the world & cuz he didnt save her mom, he watched tohru talk to a freaking picture for two years! heck! he is the only one who can see thro tohru’s “ i;m okay” mask, so in se01, ep 14 in the grave yard! kyo wasnt the only one who is sad! tohru was too! & kyo could tell! (d) her mom’s death is the reason tohru is accepting shigure’s offer to stay with them rent-free in exchange of doing housework! (e)? he saw her confess crying her heart out abt missing her mom so much that she imitated her dad! so tragicly sad! (f) he saw her die in his nightmare!! how can he accept her love,now? Perfectly orchestrated obstacles! 

Tohru, unfortunately, in the anime it wasn't that clear due to shortening her backstories & trauma in se03, ep6. But she too couldn’t see herself confessing love to kyo. Tohru is has low self-esteem, always thinks she’s a burden to others, an orphan who just wants her mom, so scared, lonely & sad! we the audience believed the mask! we saw her work her motherly charm yuki, isusuz, kisa & believe her issues are not that deep.  tohru wont cry for herself but shed rivers for others! grief is so ugly it broke her! I cant let go of mom, must keep her always in my heart, such a hard emotions to write & I believe 100% the director couldn’t understand her grief & decided to split ep6 between her, kyo, isuzu & shigure. But Tohru struggling to confess to kyo is no laughing matter. ppl who are grieving find it the hardest to live after the loved ones die. they wont mostly commit suicide, they are alive, but they arent living. they just go thro the motions & live for the sake of those around them but not themselves. Tohru deciding to confess to kyo is her deciding to live for herself.

4. Writing a perfect psychologically & emotionally packed climax: I dont need to explain how perfect kyo’s rejection of tohru in se03 ep9 was. How much we felt for him yet were mad at him. He we were “ ugh! kyo no!!!! I mean I get why you do that , but you idiot no! come back! poor kyo! He was just so sad & broken! OMG he’ll kill himself after finding tohru’s injured body!! he totally would! his nightmare came true! But Tohru reached him! she wanted him to be okay! he wont kill himself but still feels hella guilty! but so utterly in love with her that his instinct upon seeing her come to life after near death is kiss her! Perfect display of psychology & emotions! filled with right, wrong, sad, happy, guilty, innocent! basically so human~ As the audience you MUST have this mixture of feelings of wanting to hug him so bad cuz this boy has been killing himself for years now yet want him to stop & just see that he was a good boy afterall. Tohru is THE best girl & if the audience are cheering for kyo to be with her, kyo really deserves her! The only problem is for kyo to see that now.

5. The Perfect wrap up of all romance: If you make your audience suffer the slow-burn this long, you gotta reward them good! & Takaya-san delivered! Just like how the entire romantic story is realistic, the reunion must be as realistic too! Tohru is hurt by kyo;s words. Facts remain his words were hurtful to her. I love that was addressed! tohru gets to tell her side, too! If you love someone, you are bound to be hurt by them as much as be happy with them. Simply cuz they matter so much to you! you arent one person, but two ppl coming together. Kyo must work hard for this confession. Must run & chase her. Must earn her proper! He gets on his knees, I cant express how important that is! he is way taller than her, Imagine apologizing while she looks way up & he looks down? He gets on his knees & apologize like a man, for every mistake, all while not loathing himself. He aint going back to that deep abyss again. He did wrong by her & he is owning up to his mistakes. Give me one chance. I’m not gonna force you with persistence or guilt you into taking me. Give me ONE chance cuz i deserve it & no more. The choice is yours. She asks to confirm, he shows her, they kiss, they hug, they are rewarded with a blessing from the heavens! One of the most simple yet emotionally fulfilling confessions in anime!

- Hugs over kisses: (And her kiss hugs her & the curse was lifted):

Prince charming kisses the princess & she wakes up~ they live ever after~ except furuba is all abt “ eternal ever after is not true, real life is where the real love is”

Kyo kissed tohru once, she didnt wake up, she didnt even think he loved her back. didnt even remember the kiss.

Kyo hugged tohru once. se01, e024, He initiated it, tohru was all in tears, surprised, happy & so utterly in love. he called her name for the first time ever, for a brief moment, they both connected, they both comforted each other. The rain stopped, he became a man not a monster, she got him back. She got her kyo that she fought for with none other than kyo himself.

kyo hugged her again, se03, ep6. They both initiated it. He made the first move, pulling her just a little closer, she made the second move & hugged him hard, he transformed, it was a moment were they both connected, both so sad & broken, both feeling needy for the other, both desperate for the other, both just living the moment. the result is them coming closer, her wanting him more, him realizing her love, there is no escape. Admit it. she loves you. You can tell.

Kyo hugs her again today. He asks permission. No spur of the moment feeling. But a long lasting permission to be together. To hug. He wants to hear her acceptance of his cursed body. “ is ok to hug you? this body will cause you pain as it wont be able to fulfill your wishes of constant hugs & intimacy”. She responds, permission granted, for love, for hugs, for a life long acceptance of you as a whole. weakness & strength, sadness & happiness. I accept you all in better & worse! we’re invincible. Why? cuz we understand love isnt magic. It is a path for us to walk together~~~ reward curse break!

Every time kyoru are closer it is a hug. The one thing the zodiacs cant do. A hug. They can kiss. But cant hug. comes this Zodiac Ruler girl so lonely, away from ppl, so sad, meets a cat boy who comes to the house she’s living in, a house away from ppl, the boy is drawn to the girl, However, when the boy needed to leave, the girl was able to let go despite loving him, the boy comes again, this time wanting to stay, the girl accepts the boy. They both accept the realistic reality of life. Embrace the obstacles & the achievements, celebrates the weakness above the strength. Both so imperfect. Both so endearingly dumb! that’s why the girl’s hug broke the boy’s curse. The girl’s acceptance of the cat broke all curses.

Side Note:

Kyo’s confession is so kyo! so straightforward, so direct, & so physical. He’s on his knees, holding her hands, looking at her eyes. “ i want to be WITH you. If I’m gona live, I want to to do it with you & no one else! cuz I love you” that’s it. That’s all.  So sincere & so romantic!

it is crazy how different tohru & kyo are now after the confession! she stood confidently & happily & said “dont you know, I love you!” all while teasing him, her giggle is so girlish & cute! my girl is a happy woman in love! long buried the angelic mother image of se02! YES! also, kyo’s happy face is love! Dude! when was the last time he smiled so freely? Did he ever do that? He smiled in se01, ep4 with kazmua, but not like this! T_T. my son is healing~

Kyo’s “ i wont ever feel afraid if you’re with me” is a huge growth from his “ I want to protect her” mindset. Now he realizes it is two-sided mutual desire. She gives him strength as much as he does! <3

I dont like open eye while kissing, but here it is so perfect for tohru in this moment! cuz she spent days thinking kyo rejected her & even ran away as soon as she saw him, now he’s not only confessing, apologizing, admitting she is his life, but also kissing her signaling they’re romantic couple. kissing on lips is so personal, what more evidence she needs? still, her thoughts? “ it’s like a dream?” aww~~~ tohru~~~ my precious girl! she just cant believe all her suffering is over, now? She was just practicing “ i’m okay” smile & now she’s an official girlfriend to the man of her dreams? He just bent da kneeee~ go for it queen!

yuki’s face when tohru cried is exactly what I meant of “ allowing yuki to have strong facial expressions”! XD these types of faces humanize yuki so much into the teenage boy he is! Unfortunately the anime team only sees him as the pretty prince in most times. That’s why fave yuki is when he’s with kakeru. He becomes so un-princly as he should be.

Speaking of yuki, I see you anime team~ postponing his moment into next ep so him & machi wont be overshadowed by the long awaited kyoru!! While this defies the perfection of all cursed zodiacs breaking on the same ep making akito’s breakdown less perfect & poetic, I take it as the anime team admitting they underdeveloped yuchi & decided let’s give them more screen time & not putting them in close distance from any couple. A week later ep is enough with lots of time. I dont mind at all, I’m just saying more time after/while confession is not what i was hoping for~~ sigh~ At least I hope yuki would say sth along the lines” all this time I was looking at you, i realized i love you” to imply he was thinking of her as a lover not his kindness for someone he helped. I just dont want their love to be sudden simply cuz yuki needs happy ending. oh well~ I’m sure whatever it will be, the anime will give it utmost attention.

That sad moment when kagura wasnt allowed a moving image. lol. girl was given a still image that didnt even move with the breeze! T_T

Not gonna lie... the scene with kazuma & kyo was underwhelming. Why the wide shot? I mean you dont need budget for that. Just give me a closeup from the waist up with kyo head buried in kazuma’s chest. Dont need to waste budget on kazuma’s face, either.... do the old trick of hair covering eyes & show me glittery tears~  why the awkward shot of kazma towering in his own house! how tall is this man & why cant he he fix his roof?...lol

Also, shigure, you got scars man... who can hurt shigure? akito? gotta be her. I dont think hatori scratches...lol.. Aya? nah~ too busy with Mine! yup, akito... another steamy night? could be, she’s changed as he wish now. But scratching a face is weird while..um..kissing? a quarrel? but why? I bet she wants him now & we know he wants her....

More on part 2! especially abt the curse’s lore~

#Fruits Basket #Anime Only #happy paper #final season #part 1

[jkeuphoriadreamland]

best looks for each member?

oh my there are so many! I'm crying now thinking of this. It took me a minute to answer  because...ugh...I needed to think for bit.

So for Kim Namjoon: There is no doubt the man always looks amazing, but let's go with Fake Love era. His hair was on point. Baby boy was starting that work out journey. He just looked delicious overall. I mean can we say harness?

Kim Seokjin: does this man ever have a bad era? I think the hell not, but let's be real--blonde Jin makes everyone weak. Let's take it back to fire era because this man was out for blood each and every time he hit that fire bridge.

Min Yoongi: let me count the ways. This man honestly is just adorable in any look but let me just say A to the U to G to the STD:

Also I’m gonna cheat because Daechwita Yoongi can get it:

Jung Hoseok: Man oh man, he kills every era too...why is this so hard? I’m going to have to go with Blood Sweat and Tears Hobi because that red hair...

Park Jimin: ohhhh PARK JIMIN! I am literally going to scream because he is my bias so I’m forcing myself to settle down and think. I’m sorry but, Fire era Jimin...mostly because of that black hair I love on him so much, and that slut drop he does during the choreo 👀 I mean I can tell you about it, but this compilation will reinforce my point.

Kim Taehyung: Man, when is this god-like human model not doing it? If I may, I absolutely LOVE when his hair is super long and fluffy. There’s just something about this soft look that kills. So Fake Love Tae is gonna be the one for me.

And now to my ult Jeon Jungkook 😭: I absolutely cannot choose. He has always looked amazing, and I just could never choose, but since I gotta let’s go with the man Jungkook is today--Mots 7 Jk. His hair was growing, he was working out even more, his tatts. I’m suffering.😭😭😭😭

#anon ask #bts #my faves #i struggled with this so much

[wannabemobwife]

Guns, Glamour, Goodfellas - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: An Offer He Can’t Refuse

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Parker Holland x Platonic!Henry Osterfield

-Warnings: Language, small smut, always a lot of dialogue, idk if there is anything else.

-Words: 3.2K

Author note: The driving test thing actually happened to me. I failed twice and then passed 3rd time. Feel free to leave comments or message me directly your feelings while reading the chapter. Always love hearing from you guys.

Chapter 6: An Offer He Can’t Refuse

Words: 3.2K

The Holland household was about to retire for the night. The lights of the rooms had been flipped off and the exit and entrance doors locked. When, SLAM, the sound of the front door shutting echoed through the house. It shook the pictures on the walls and knocked over a vase, spilling the delicate flowers.

Parker couldn’t stay in that house a minute longer, not after what he just learned, what he just overheard. Tom was in his office along with you, contemplating what to do next.

“What the hell was that?” You questioned as you sat on Tom’s lap.

“Sir?” William entered out of breath. “What is it William?” Tom asked, sounding concerned. “Parker just left.” “He what?” You asked. “He walked out of here,” William explained.

“Why the fuck didn’t you stop him.” Tom yelled, steam basically coming out of his ears. “I didn’t know what I was supposed to.” “Tom, come on. We have to go find him” you screamed, rushing out of the room.

“I’ll deal with you later,” Tom said sternly, pointing his finger at William as he fled to get his car keys.

Driving around aimlessly on the streets of London. You were scared for the safety of your son. Parker coming home today with bloody knuckles showed you a glimpse of his future. A life of unapologetic dealings, making him question his morals once in a blue moon. You wanted more for your son. You would be proud of him regardless but, you wanted him to be happy.

Tom, in the past, suffered from nightmares, ever since your kidnapping. He would wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night screaming your name.

“Y/N? Y/N!?! NOOOO,” Tom screamed in his sleep.

“Tom? What’s wrong?”

“Y/N? Y/N! You’re.. you’re—,“ Tom gasped, coming out of his sleep

“Tommy, shh, I’m right here. I’m right here,” you whispered trying to calm him down. “Y/N, thank god you are okay. I thought I lost you,” Tom exasperated, trying to calm down his harsh breathing. “I’m right here, it was just a nightmare.”

“Can I just hold you for a little while?” “Of course, Tommy” you said as Tom started to fall asleep in her arms. You could feel his soft tiny breaths on her neck. And all was right with the world.

That euphoric feeling was associated with being in love. You were happy your son got to experience it for as brief a time. You didn’t know Charlotte all that well, be she made Parker happy. He had to grow up so fast, it wasn’t fair.

“Y/N were not going to find him, we should just go back home.” Tom said to you. “No, we’re gonna keep looking,” you replied, you couldn’t leave your son out in the cold all night.

“Wait, Tom stop the car. STOP THE CAR!” You thundered.

“It’s Parker,” you said, hopping out of the car.

“Parker? What are you doing?” You questioned as he kept his strides, moving away from you.

“Get in the car, let’s go home,” Tom explained.

“No. I’m not going anywhere with you,” Parker yelled, continuing to walk away. “Parker stop fucking around and get in the car!” Tom yelled.

“Fuck you, dad. I’m done. When were you going to tell me that you are the reason. SHE IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!” Parker raged, pointing fingers left and right. “Parker get in the car and we can talk this out,” you pleaded. “No, mom. I love you and I’m sorry. Don’t worry about me I’m staying at uncle Haz’s tonight.”

“PARKER GET BACK HERE!” Tom screamed.

“Let him go Tom. He’ll be back, I know he will,” you said, holding Tom back.

In this moment, Tom felt like he lost Parker for good. They had a good relationship but, were growing closer because of the mob. Finally something to bond over.

The night had fallen a few hours later and Parker was walking through the deserted streets of southwest London. Coming up upon a house he had known all too familiar, Henry and Harrison’s abode. After a few knocks, he was surprised anyone answered the door at this ungodly hour.

“Parker? What are you doing here?” Henry answered half asleep. “Can I stay here tonight?” Parker asked directly, not inviting anymore questions.

“Yeah, of course,” Henry agreed. “Henry who the fuck is it?” Harrison yelled, coming down the stairs. “Oh, Parker… Do your parents know you are here?” Harrison asked, surprised to see the boy on his doorstep. “Yeah, I just can’t go back there, not tonight,” Parker explained. “Alright then, you can sleep on the couch,” Harrison said. “Thank you sir,” Parker said. He didn’t sleep well. It wasn’t the couch, the couch was rather comfy, it was all the thoughts running amuck in his mind.

Why the fuck would his family arrange the death of girlfriend? Why would his dad put on a show of pretending to look for her killer? Who the fuck were his parents? Mrs Owens, Charlotte’s mom, was right he and his family are in the business of ending lives and Parker had already gone too deep.

He was woken up by Henry coming down for morning coffee. “Hey. How’d you sleep?” Henry asked lowly. “Shitty,” Parker replied. “Henry I swear to god are you shagging my sister?” Parker screamed, addressing the invisible elephant in the room. “What she told you?” “Maybe. How the fuck could you do that. She’s my sister!” “Mate you got it all wrong. We aren’t shagging, just dating. Ok?” Henry explained.

“Alright, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me though. Also don’t break her heart or I will hurt you,” Parker said only to be returned with chuckles from Henry. “I wouldn’t dream of it, she’s amazing. I think falling in love with her. By the way, that was a shitty threat. You’re a mobster and that’s the best you could come up with,” Henry ridiculed.

“Fuck you. Can I have some coffee?” Parker proposed. “Sure, but you gotta tell me what happened last night. Never in a million years have you ran away from home,” Henry asked, genuinely concerned. “I overheard my dad on the phone, he said “it was Dom who arranged the hit.” I have never met a Dom, never seen him around the house. I don’t think he is the one who pulled the trigger but, if he’s the one who gave up my location he might as well have,” Parker exclaimed. “Jesus, Parker. This is some fucked up shit. It sounds like your dad didn’t have anything to do with it anyway.” Henry mumbled, not to deliberately defend Tom

“I know he did. I’m done talking about this.” Parker asserted and Henry just nodded in response.

“Oh shit! Is today the 23rd?” Parker asked, afraid it was. “Yeah, why?” Henry replied, confused by the look of terror on Parker’s face.

“I have my drivers test today and I can’t believe I have to see my dad. Ugh!” Parker exclaimed.

Parker was doing his best to avoid the estate. He didn’t have a change of clothes or a toothbrush, he’d have to go back at some point. The fact that his driving license exam was today majorly screwed up his plans of ignoring Tom.

He was ready to get his license and had been practicing quite a lot. He stopped after his accident cause it hurt to drive but, getting a license was the first step in becoming an adult and earning more freedom, something he desperately needed.

What he needed the most was to get out. He wasn’t bred for this type of life. Killing, torturing and breaking the law took a loose morality that he didn’t know if he had. Parker was hurting and Tom was responsible. Parker felt like he needed to make Tom pay but, how could he hurt his own father. He couldn’t, he wasn’t some villain in a movie, he was only kid.

Deep down Parker loved Tom but, it was hard to love the person responsible for the bomb that blew up your life. Parker had to hit Tom where it hurts. Parker wouldn’t dream of hurting you but mobsters were brutal. He had heard the stories in the past of mobster’s hurting you to get to Tom. People would think rival mobs would want to come after him and not you. On the contrary, people associated with the mob were heartless, spineless creatures. They loved watching someone beg for their life and someone fall apart, knowing everything has been stripped away from them. Leaving them vulnerable and utterly alone.

The thing Tom loved most in this world, but he would never admit it, was his mob. Being apart of the mob gave Tom purpose. He didn’t know what he would be without it. He was too devious to be a wall street guy and too adventurous to be a stay at home dad. Tom didn’t run the mob for money, it was simply pleasure.

Devising the plan to take Tom down from the inside out required more planning than ever imagined. Parker’s main focus was to find the person that despised Tom the most. Someone who could make Tom’s blood boil at the utterance of his or her name.

Parker had Harrison drive him to the DMV, fully expecting to see you, but his heart stopped when he saw Tom. Barely acknowledging him, only nodding when Tom muttered something. Rosie was there also, taking her test at the same time. She hadn’t practiced as much as Parker but was confident in her driving ability.

Just like the driving license exam, Parker was the first to go. He waited in driver’s seat, in line, on the side of DMV. Trying to not let his nerves get the best of him. The examiner instructed Parker to start the car, do his hand signals and make his way out of the parking lot to begin the test. The entire process was routine. The whole thing only spanning about 20 mins, then it was Rosie’s turn.

Parker came out of the car, thrusting the paper that signified his passing in the air.

“I passed! I passed! You’re looking at the newest driver of the Hollands,” Parker exclaimed, extremely giddy.

“Rosie Holland?” Called out the driving test examiner. Rosie stood up and took a much needed long breath.

She wasn’t one for cracking under the pressure but, did have trouble being judged. As a child Rosie used to participate in gymnastics, she gave it up as she grew more and more self conscious with age. Later switching to a mix of after-school activities celebrating the arts. She very much enjoyed choir and drama, occasionally dance. “I know you’ll do great honey,” Tom reassured her. “Thanks, dad,” Rosie murmured, ready to face her biggest fear, judgment.

The exam was the same as Parkers. The examiner asked for her to show all the buttons in the car, the hand signals and exit the parking lot safely. The test also only took 20 mins, however when they pulled up she wasn’t as ecstatic as Parker was.

“I didn’t pass,” she mumbled, trying to not let tears fall. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. You can always take the test again. Parker, can you take her to the car while I run to the restroom,” Tom said, bring his daughter into a warm embrace. Parker nodded in return and led the way. Now, it was only Tom making his way into the DMV to give the examiner an offer he can’t refuse.

“I’m sorry sir, I heard that you didn’t pass my daughter but you passed my son. I’d like to hear your reasoning for such a grave error. I don’t understand they are both excellent drivers, I’ve been driving with them for months.” Tom asked, he wasn’t going to let his baby girl cry over something so basic as a driving test.

“She only turned her signal on at 100 feet before the light and not at 150 feet before,” he explained. “That’s complete and utter bullshit and you know it. I would greatly appreciate it if you were to pass my daughter, Rosie Holland, as in Tom Holland. I’m sure you’re not as stupid as I think you are. Am I right?” Tom threatened.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I wasn’t aware of who she… who you are,” pleaded the examiner. “It’s alright, just consider it a warning. Now, should I call my daughter back in here so you can give her her license?” Tom asked as the examiner nodded, almost fearful for his life. Tom’s reputation preceded him everywhere he went. What good was his reputation if it couldn’t put a smile on Rosie’s face?

Tom quickly sent a text to Parker saying “Come inside with Rosie.” In a few minutes they were there and the examiner apologized for the confusion and passed her.

“I can’t believe I passed! Dad can you drop me off at Henry’s? I want to tell him the good news,” Rosie cheered.

“Sure darling. Parker, are you staying there tonight?” Asked Tom. “No, I need new clothes,” Parker mumbled.

“Good. Your mother misses you,” Tom responded. Tom didn’t know how to address everything. Everything had gotten so screwed up. How was he supposed to explain to his son that his grandfather is the reason Charlotte was dead?

Pulling up to Henry’s house, Rosie practically jumped out of the car. She couldn’t contain her excitement to see the person who made life worthwhile. Just looking at his greenish hazel eyes gave her butterflies.

“Henry, I passed! Wanna go for a drive?” Rosie asked, twirling his keys on her fingers. “Sure, let’s get some dinner.”

They went to a nice restaurant in downtown London. Henry had the whole night planned out. Take Rosie to a lovely dinner, go on the London Eye, confess his true feelings and drive back to spend the night with his girl.

Love was new to both of them. Just learning the fact that when you are in love, you become half of a whole. The dinner was lovely, they went to a little Italian restaurant called Casa Nostra and fell in love with the ambiance. Rosie order a shrimp scampi and Henry ordered a pizza. She made fun of him for taking her to such a classy place and only ordering pizza. Not even a luxury pizza with truffles or sausage, just classic pepperoni.

After dinner, they made their way to the London Eye. Rosie and Henry had both been there before, but they enjoyed watching the city from that height. As they reached the top, Henry pulled Rosie close. How did he get this lucky to have her in his arms. He wouldn’t know what he’d do without her.

“Rosie, I have something for you. Hold out your hands,” Henry said, pulling out silver a necklace with a H and a R on it.

“Oh my god, Henry. It’s beautiful,” Rosie exclaimed admiring the dainty jewelry. “You’re beautiful,” he responded, causing Rosie to blush.

After a few moments of silence along with staring deeply into each other’s eyes, Henry chimed in, “Roo, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Henry, I know I’m falling in love you.” Smiles both envelop their faces as they pressed into a kiss.

They made their way back to Henry’s house and found comfort on the couch. Rosie and Henry put on a movie but barely paid attention to it as they were both too consumed in each other.

As the movie played in the background, clothes were discarded one after the other. First Rosie’s shirt and Henry’s was soon to follow.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” Henry whispered nuzzling himself between her breasts.

“Henry,” Rosie hummed as his hand traveled to the waistband of her jeans. He started to fiddle with the button and zipper, ready to take this love fest further.

Rosie was not ready for that. God she loved him but Rosie wanted it to be more special. Especially since the last time she almost inadvertently lost her virginity was at that party.

“Henry... stop,” Rosie said, trying to hide her timid tone. He immediately pulled away, halting all movements.

“Roo, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry but I want to wait. Is that ok?”

“Rosie, of course. I never want you to feel pressured. We’ll wait as long as you want,” Henry assured.

“Thank you. Now that that’s out of the way. Can we go back to kissing?” Rosie questioned, missing the taste of his lips.

“Of course, baby.” He chuckled, smiling into the kiss.

Henry placed his hands on her hips and brought her into a loving kiss. She immediately kissed back, opening her mouth wider to allow entrance for his tongue, deepening the kiss. Nothing could get more perfect than this moment.

Meanwhile, Parker was having an awkward dinner with you and Tom. Tom had refused to talk to his son and you were giving Tom the cold shoulder because of it.

“Thanks for dinner. I’m going out,” said Parker as he exited the dining room. “Where are you going?” Tom asked, tired of all his games. “Like I said out,” Parker exclaimed, leaving without a single goodbye.

Parker drove to hotel and casino downtown called Aurelia. He had contacted a fairly new friend for information on Tom’s rival. Jazz, aka Jasmine Ramsey a contract killer, was starting to become quite the informant to Parker. She enjoyed bouncing around even though her allegiance with always be with Tom secondly, after herself. She didn’t become a master assassin by not playing on both teams. The valets parked his car as he walked toward the hotel.

Coming up to concierge to ask “I’m here to see some guy called Wilson.” “Is he expecting you?” asked the concierge. “Doubt it, tell him a Holland needs to talk to him. I’ll wait,” Parker said, really coming into this new role.

“Right this way Mr. Holland,” Parker was escorted to the 11th floor, almost like a penthouse.

“Tommy boy, what’s this concerning? You have some balls showing up. I could have you dead on the spot.” Spoke the mysterious mobster, from his dim office. Parker stood in the doorway, this was his last chance, he could leave right now and not screw over his father. But it was too late.

“It’s not Tom. I hear you hate my old man. Something we have in common. I’m here to offer my services,” Parker said, confidence fading.

Swallowing the lump in his throat and hiding the sweat marks on his face, those were all huge tells of lying. He could be dead in 5 seconds flat if they thought his motives weren’t pure. “What the fuck do you think you have to offer me?” replied the cunning mobster. “I’m Tom Holland’s son, anything. Take your pick Wilson.” Parker concluded.

That was it. There is no going back now. Parker was what they would call a double agent, only if he was a spy. Nope, he is a mobster and he is now a rat. People have been killed in front of their family for far less.

Betrayal is the ultimate crime, having someone you trust just turn their back on them. Whatever Parker just did, changed everything. He could never go back. He started a war and this was just the beginning.

Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas Masterlist

Taglist: @thenoddingbunny-blog @adriannauni @dummiesshort

#tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland series #tom holland fanfic #tom holland mob au #tom holland au #tom holland x reader #tom #mob!tom x reader #mob!tom #mob tom #dad!mob!tom holland #mob!tom x mob!reader #mob!tom holland x reader #mob!tom holland

[intheticklecloset]

Just For a Minute (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

At this point I’m pretty sure I’ve read every MHA tickle fic there is on Tumblr. I LOVE this anime so freaking much; it’s become an obsession at this point. Help me. XD’

Note: This fic is not part of the 12 Days of Ficmas.

Shoutout to the Anon who wanted to see lee Bakugou and ler Kirishima! Your request didn’t match the criteria I set up for the 12 Days fics (and I had already written this before your ask came in), but I see you! :D

~

Bakugou grunted when Kirishima nudged his side. To his credit, he didn’t flinch, but his whole body tensed, and the redhead noticed.

Kiri looked at him sideways. “Hey, man.” A smirk appeared. “You ticklish?”

Bakugou said nothing at first; only sat very still and appeared as if he were concentrating on something. Then he muttered under his breath, “I don’t like it. So don’t even think about it.”

Surprised that he hadn’t outright denied it, Kiri’s eyebrows shot up. “Whoa, really? No way!”

“Don’t get excited, idiot,” Bakugou growled, finally turning to glare at his friend. “I said I don’t like it.”

Kiri nudged Bakugou’s shoulder this time. “Come on, dude. We never hear you laugh.”

“I laugh all the time, moron.”

“I mean really laugh. None of that evil I’m-going-to-destroy-the-world nonsense.”

“Forget it.”

Kirishima looked across to Kaminari, and the two exchanged a brief nod. Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, but both boys tackled him right back onto the couch.

“Get off!” Bakugou yelled, sounding as angry as ever. He pushed at both of them, managing to succeed in getting Kaminari off him while Kirishima merely hardened his body so he was immovable and pushed the blonde down to the floor. Bakugou growled and sparks began to appear in his palms, but Kiri stopped him.

“Ah-ah, Bakugou! You can’t do that; you’ll blow up the whole living room and get in trouble with Mr. Aizawa.”

Bakugou growled, still struggling. “I said I don’t like it! Let me go!”

“Come onnn,” Kiri whined. “Just for a minute.”

“No!”

Kaminari reappeared. “Here, you pin him down with your quirk. I’ll do the rest.”

“Idiots! Let me go!” Bakugou shouted, fighting every step of the way as Kiri climbed off of him to reposition himself behind the blonde’s head, bringing his arms up and pinning them down firmly while Kaminari straddled their explosive friend. “Wait!”

Then Bakugou was biting down hard on his lip, using every ounce of strength he had to keep himself in control. Kaminari’s fingers skittered all over his ribs and stomach, forcing him to twitch and struggle to get away, but it was useless.

“N-No, this is—” Bakugou ground out, every word sounding like it pained him to speak it. A single bark of laughter escaped him before he regained control. “This is harassment! Get off, you idiots!”

“Just let it out, Bakugou. You know you want to~” Teased Kiri from behind him, but his words only made the blonde angrier.

“I do not! Dang it, let me go!”

Then Kaminari found a spot – right at the top of his ribs, beneath his underarms – and Bakugou giggled. Instantly his face went beet red, even as his mirth continued to spill over despite his best efforts. “N-No! Idiots, l-let me go, or I swear I’ll—!” Fingers moved up into his underarms, making him lose control even further, giggles being pulled out of him whether he liked it or not. He thrashed beneath his captors, face nearly unrecognizable for how red it had become. “Gah! S-Stop it! Seriously, I d-don’t--!”

“Ugh, stop fighting it,” Kirishima said, shifting so his knees were pinning Bakugou’s arms down now. Eager to get in on the fun, he scribbled in the blonde’s underarms while Kaminari returned to his ribs and sides.

“Knock it off!” Bakugou demanded, still struggling as much as possible. He managed to make Kaminari lose his balance a couple of times, but ultimately he was still trapped.

The two captors looked at each other again, and again came to a silent agreement. In the next instant Kaminari was untucking Bakugou’s shirt and sliding his hands underneath while Kirishima slipped his wiggling fingers underneath his short sleeves.

Bakugou jolted. “Nohohohohohohoho!” Soft, reluctant laughter poured from him freely now, and his body reacted more by squirming than anything else at this point. He squeezed his eyes shut to block out their grinning faces, but then immediately opened them again. Nope. Not doing that. “Agh! S-Stahahahahahap you mohohohohorons!”

“But it’s nice to hear you laughing, Bakugou,” Kaminari replied with a smile.

Kiri nodded. “Yeah! You’re always so grumpy and serious. It’s good to see you lighten up a little.”

“F-Fricking get ohohohohoff of me!” Bakugou managed between snickers. “I swear I’ll k-kihihihill you bohohohoth! Stahahahahap!”

“Uh…guys?”

The new voice made all three of them freeze and turn. Deku had entered the living room, looking completely perplexed and a little flustered. He looked first at Bakugou, then Kaminari, then Kirishima, and back to the first again. “W-What…what’s going on?”

“What does it look like, Midoriya?” Kiri scoffed good-naturedly. “You should know.”

“B-But…um…” Deku met Bakugou’s eyes for the briefest of moments before the blonde turned his face away, obviously blushing furiously from embarrassment. “He doesn’t…he doesn’t like it, you know? Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

That nerd was defending him now, dang it. Bakugou hated this. He hated it with every fiber of his being. Deku knowing he was ticklish was one thing. They’d grown up together; it was practically inevitable. But this? Having two of his classmates find out and then use it against him? This was a living nightmare.

“We just want to hear him laugh for a change,” Kaminari replied.

“Yeah! Oh, hey, Midoriya – you two grew up together, right?” Kiri asked, grinning. “Want to give us some tips?”

Suddenly Bakugou was struggling again, kicking and pushing against his two captors with renewed vigor, hoping that their being distracted would also mean they were off-guard. This was true for Kaminari, who toppled off of him with a yelp of surprise, but the same couldn’t be said for Kirishima, who continued to hold him down firmly like an immovable boulder.

“Dang it, spiky hair! Let me up already!” Bakugou yelled, keeping himself curled up so he could kick Kaminari away again if he needed to.

Deku frowned. He could tell his friend was really uncomfortable and embarrassed, but he didn’t know what to say to get Kirishima to let him go. “Listen, I know it would be nice to see Kacchan smile and laugh for once, but…it’s not worth making him hate you later, you know? Believe me, being on the receiving end of his wrath is not…not fun.”

Bakugou dared a glance back at Deku and was surprised to find him looking just as unhappy as he felt right now. Suddenly he had flashbacks to all the times growing up where the nerd would follow him around everywhere like a puppy – both before and after he got his quirk – always there to have his back and offer encouragement, even though Bakugou had never asked for it.

And here he was again – years later – doing the exact same thing. Defending him, trying to protect him, even though Bakugou never asked and never wanted it in the first place. Even though he had put Deku through so much torment over the years.

“UGH.” Bakugou growled loudly, letting his legs fall back to the floor in resignation, rolling his eyes. “FINE. Look, I hate this. I hate it. But if it will get you idiots to leave me the heck alone – and as long as you swear not to breathe a word of this to anyone – then fine. Just do it. Get it over with already.”

“K-Kacchan…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself!” Bakugou snapped. “Just tell them and get on with it.”

Deku hesitated, but eventually the expectant looks from Kirishima and Kaminari coupled with the resigned face of his childhood friend made him cave, if nothing else just so Bakugou could be relieved of his suffering.

“I-It’s, um…y-you gotta…” Deku sighed, kneeling down beside them. “Here. Like this.” He didn’t dare look at Bakugou as he curled his hands into fists and drilled his knuckles into either side of the blonde’s ribcage.

“AAAGH!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Laughter exploded from Bakugou, his struggling coming back twice as strong as before. The atomic teen blushed so hard it spread to his ears and neck, but he couldn’t stop laughing, and Deku found he suddenly couldn’t stop smiling, either.

“Whoa! Dude, let me try!” Kaminari exclaimed, repeating what Deku did and making Bakugou unleash a new round of hysterics.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Me, too!” Kirishima reached over to repeat the action.

Bakugou writhed, lost in ticklish agony. “AHAHAHAHALL RIGHT ENOHOHOHOHOUGH ALREADYHEHEHEHE!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Just one minute,” Kirishima replied, beaming. “I promise.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU IHIHIHIHIHIDIOTS!!” Bakugou shrieked and thrashed and dug his heels into the floor, but none of it saved him, and he was blushing so hard Deku wondered if he could even breathe. “FRICKING STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! YOU GOT WHAHAHAHAHAT YOU WAHAHAHAHAHANTED!!”

“What about here?” Kaminari asked, knuckling into the spot that had made Bakugou break the first time, and the blonde dissolved into silent laughter.

“All right, that’s enough,” Kirishima announced, climbing off of his friend’s arms. Kaminari hopped off as well, leaving Bakugou to curl up in a ball and catch his breath.

Deku sat back, watching his friend with a worried expression on his face. His heart was pounding. He had no idea what Bakugou would do to any of them now that he was free, and it terrified him. “Kacchan—”

“Shut up,” Bakugou growled, though he didn’t turn to face any of them. “Not a word. Not a single. Word. Understand me?”

“We won’t tell anyone,” Kirishima said with a nod.

Kaminari concurred. “We promise.”

“Definitely,” Deku added, feeling the need to reaffirm the vow he’d already made years ago.

Bakugou was silent for a long while. Then he took in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and sat up, climbing back up to where he’d been seated on the couch not five minutes ago. He snatched up his textbook and glared at its contents. “Ugh. Where were we?”

#fanfiction #tickle fic #boku no hero #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugou #kirishima #kaminari #kacchan #deku #tickling #ticklish #tickled

[thiswasinevitableid]

for the meet ugly asks, 08 with the ot4 if that’s ok? (the note in the locker one, in case I have the wrong number). rating up to you! :)

Here you go! I went NSFW

Joseph is not missing his chance. Not again.

If he’s keeping count, which he’s certainly not, he’s missed fifty-two chances between fifth grade and now.

Barclay’s family moved next door in the summer of 1951, causing eleven year old Joseph to learn very quickly what it’s like to have someone whose side you never want to leave. Lucky for him, Barclay felt the same way; they were in the same boyscout troop, were each others first choice for sleep overs or outings where they were allowed to take one friend. When they hit high school, Barclay went out for football because Joseph did (and Joseph did because that’s what upstanding young men do). They played together all four years, Barclays growth spurt rendering him doubly dangerous on defense and the dominant source of Joseph’s late-night fantasies. Joseph did debate club alone, but Barclay joined him for chess club. And when Barclay bought his car, his first stop was to take Joseph cruising, just the two of them.

Unluckily, Joseph’s never worked up the nerve to tell Barclay how he feels. This may be why he hasn’t had a date since the spring hop two years ago, while Barclay’s had quite a few (cheerleaders and band boys alike can’t seem to resist his physique and general gentleness).

That all changes today. Joseph slipped a note into Barclays locker right before lunch that conveyed all relevant information.

Dear you,

Drive in on Friday? We can park in the back row.

Love,

Joseph.

He’s sitting in his normal spot on the bench near the cafeteria, doing his best impersonation of someone who’s heart isn’t in his throat.

As he’s scanning the crowd, none other than Duck Newton begins weaving his way over to him, leather jacket reflecting the sun and his black hair combed back as always. Joseph was wary of him for years--as any good square is of kids from the rough side of town--until they got paired together in biology their senior year. Duck, who seems not to give a shit about school the rest of the time, is incredibly good at science. And he’s funny, nearly got them both kept after class for cracking a joke that made Joseph lose his breath laughing.

The problem is, right now he’s waving a very familiar piece of paper.

“Gotta say, I’m pretty fuckin flattered, Joe. But, uh” he leans on the table, smiling playfully, “I gotta make sure ‘Drid is okay with me playin backseat bingo with someone who ain’t him.”

“Um.” Joseph shakes his head, trying not to focus on the idea of Duck holding his head in his lap in the dark corner of the drive in, “I, I’m so sorry. I must have been nervous enough to put the note in the wrong locker. Not, not that you’re not a catch.”

Duck raises his eyebrow, “1650 or 1652?”

“1652.”

“Huh. Well, I got shop class with Barclay. You want me to just give it to him?”

“No.” Joseph holds out his hand.

Duck places the letter in it with a shrug, “Suit yourself, slick. See you later.”

Joseph rips the letter to shreds, tosses it in the trash, and hopes that’s the end of this humiliating error.

It’s not.

“Hello, Joseph.” Indrid Cold rests a shoulder on the locker next to his. There’s no one in Kepler High quite like him; his family moved from California three years ago, which most people use as the explanation for Indrid’s red glasses, crystal necklace, and pale hair that is always a quarter-inch shy of the principal writing him up for it. He’s never struck Joseph as the kind to fight, but he did mistakenly proposition his boyfriend three hours ago.

“Indrid. How can I help you?”

The taller boy hands him a folded slip of notebook paper, “By taking me up on this invitation.”

Before Joseph can ask any questions, Indrid is disappearing down the hall. The paper contains a hand drawn map to an X, under which is the word “Bash” but nothing else. Joseph has never been invited to any kind of party that needed a secret map. He mostly just gets invited to get togethers because he’s the captain of the football team. No one talks to him once he’s there. Well, except Barclay.

He stares at the map; he doesn’t have to be home until ten. He’s never going to get a chance to make the scene like this again.

Joseph shuts his locker and hurries to his car.

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Indrid’s remarkably accurate map leads him to a dirt parking lot beneath the sign for Amnesty Point. As he follows the signs for the “beach house,” a Coaster’s song drifts through the air, underscored by splashes from the lake to his right. He’s deep in the woods on the wrong side of the tracks, but even so he’s unprepared for how everyone lounging around the weathered picnic tables on a shaded patio stops talking and stares at him.

“Who the fuck invited the square?” Someone whispers, making him wish he hadn’t left the map in the car.

“Joseph?”

He turns so fast the gravel flies. Barclay, clad in a grease-stained apron, is smiling so bright it evaporates his nervousness.

“Hi, big guy.”

His friend hoists him in a hug, “I’m so glad you’re here, Indrid said he invited you but I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

“He piqued my curiosity. Um, is this the new job you were so cagey about?”

“Yep. Mama--she runs this place--pays real well, but tries to keep Amnesty Point kinda secret. Cops just love busting places like this up for no reason.”

Joseph nods, still a little hurt Barclay didn’t trust him enough to share where he worked. His friend must notice the dip in his smile before he hides it, because he adds, “It’s gonna be even better working here now that you know where to find me. Listen, um, I gotta get back before Jake sets something on fire, but the burger stand closes at eight. I’ll come find you after that. Duck and Indrid are down by the dock, if you want company.”

He absolutely does, since the alternative is looking even more out of place by being the only person here alone.

When he hits the grey sand, Duck is just pulling himself back onto dry land. The half moon scars on his chest are the only reminders of the trip he took to San Francisco last summer.

“Glad you showed up, slick. Day like this, the water is the only nice place to be.”

“I wish I’d known, I would have brought my swim shorts.” Maybe if he rolls up his pant legs he can get some relief from the heat…

“Could just go in your boxers. I won’t tell.” Duck winks.

“Nothing is also allowed.” Indrid lilts, floating past on his back.

Joseph looks at him, then at the planks of the dock because Indrid is also demonstrating that second option without a care.

Duck snickers, “sugar, put somethin on, you’re scandalizin’ the poor guy.”

“Very well. But I demand help with the sunblock in payment for quashing my self-expression this way.”

“You’re soundin like your pops there, ‘Drid.”

“....ugh, you’re right.” A splash and the soft fwup of a towel, “alright, Joseph, I’m decent.” He is, but his swim shorts leave very little to the imagination. Joseph stares a moment too long, notices Duck smirking when he looks away.

The greaser holds out a bottle of sunblock and they get to work.

“Goddamn, this wouldn’t take so long if you weren’t so fuckin long everywhere.”

“You’ve never complained about that before.” Indrid grins, red sunglasses hiding his eyes. He doesn’t lift a finger to help them, but Duck seems to get a kick from it. Joseph wonders if he spoils Indrid like this in everything they do. If Indrid ever does it back.

(If either of them would do it for him).

They spend the evening talking, Duck skipping stones and Indrid sunning himself while Joseph dangles his legs in the water. When they get back to the beach house Joseph receives fewer stares, Duck and Indrid’s company substituting for cool. He and Duck get a real dinner, but Indrid opts to down three Cokes in place of a meal.

When Barclay closes up shop, he’s immediately at Joseph’s side. Joseph is about to suggest they all go for a walk when Indrid winks at Barclay and steers Duck towards the trees with a promise to see Joseph at school tomorrow.

“You get on okay while I was working?” Barclay starts them on a path towards the edge of the point.

“I did. It was actually really nice just to spend time talking with people who like me. Or at least don’t hate me enough to shove me in the water fully clothed.”

“Nah, they’re not those kind of guys. Hell, it was their idea to invite you here. I was, uh, I was too shy.”

He stops, turning to face Barclay, “what do mean?”

“Duck told me about the note.”

“Oh lord.”

“Not on purpose, he just mentioned he’d seen you and when I asked how you were doing, well, you know he can’t lie for shit. So Indrid suggested we invite you out here.”

“Out of pity?”

“No.” Barclay frowns, sets his hands on Joseph’s shoulders, “Joseph, why didn’t you just ask me out in person?”

“I was too nervous. I thought it might ruin everything.”

“Not a chance, blue eyes.” Barclay rumbles. Then he’s kissing him, gentle and slow, whimpering when Joseph kisses back and cups his face. When they part, he’s certain there’s nothing but air under his feet.

“Can we do that again?”

“Not tonight. Your curfew is still ten.”

“Shit, you’re right, if I don’t get on the road I’ll be late.”

“Lemme walk you to your car. I gotta hang around since I’m Indrid and Duck’s ride home tonight.”

“Do you want to go get them so we can all leave together?”

Barclay chuckles, tips his head towards the woods where a faint, rhythmic grunting cane be heard.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, not gonna ruin their fun.” He pulls Joseph into a much more heated kiss, then sighs, “get home safe, blue eyes.”

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Joseph suffered through both the personal hygiene class at school and his father’s lecture on what to expect now that he was truly a man. But nothing in either of those taught him what to do if he’s so hot under the collar he can’t focus but the guy who’s causing it won’t just fuck him.

He and Barclay have gone out every Friday for the last month, steaming up the car windows with their kissing sessions. They tried to work out who was supposed to give who their varsity jacket and settled on just trading, Joseph smiling whenever he spots Barclays name on his back. And Barclay tells everyone Joseph is his boyfriend with a level of pride he never gave their state football wins.

But he won’t go all the way with him. One Sunday afternoon they were listening to records in Barclays room when the larger boy rolled across the rug to straddle Joseph. His hands were hot and a little rough on his cock, Joseph moaning into his mouth as he came in under a minute. Before he could reciprocate, the front door banged open, announcing the return of Barclay’s parents. His boyfriend told him not to worry about it and kissed him on the cheek.

He’s worried Barclay loves him but doesn’t want him. He’s worried that if he ever does, Joseph will embarrass himself, be so inexperienced and inelegant he’ll turn him off forever. He wonders if he can entice Barclay to ask him to fuck so he doesn’t have to admit the embarssing intensity of his desire.

“Duck? Do you, um, do you think I’d look better if I dressed like you?”

The greaser looks up from his notes, “Maybe? I mean, I dress like this because I dig it. You wanna try it, go wild.”

Joseph nods, intending to drop it. Instead, he slows his stride by Duck during their laps in gym.

“It’s just, I’m worried I’m too square for anyone to be really into me.”

“Joe, what the fuck is this about?”

“Newton, I heard that! That’s an extra lap.”

“Son of uh, hold on, are you worried about Barclay? Because he’s so into your goody-goody thing I’m surprised he ain’t asked you to fuck him with your report card.”

“Stern, you’re done, get off the track!”

He jogs to the bleachers, Duck’s words rattling around long after he’s hit the locker room.

“You’re really worried about this, ain’t you? You’re smart, slick, but I swear sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.” Duck is behind him, still in his gym clothes while Joseph is half changed out of them. They’re both dawdling, the locker room empty save for some other stragglers near the bathroom.

“Duck, if I were in high demand, I’d be getting more, um, attention than I-”

His sentence is cut short by Duck yanking him down into a kiss, lips salty with sweat and so demanding Joseph wants to get on his knees.

Duck pulls back, pats his cheek, “Like I said; right in front of you.”

With that he waves and leaves the room the back way. Joseph can’t even be mad for cutting school; right now, he’s almost ready to follow him.

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“I really must thank you again.” Indrid clears the low table of his math notes, “my focus is such that I struggle with math much more than I’d like. Having someone sit and walk me through it in a calm setting helps a great deal.”

“I’m always happy. Barclay can too, if you ever can’t get a hold of me.”

“Oh, I know he can. He helped me last year.” Indrid stretches his legs; they’re on the floor of his VW Westfalia. His parents let him live in it on the property behind their one-story house as long as he continues to be a cooperative member of the household.

“I didn’t know that.”

“It was only a few times, though he often lingered when we were through.” Indrid’s emphasis makes Joseph blush.

“Duck and I weren’t going steady yet. And my cocksucking skills are not the stuff of legend for nothing.” Indrid smiles, dreamily.

“Oh. Um.” Joseph shifts his notebook into his lap.

Indrid sits up straighter, “I apologize. I, ah, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not sure that’s what this is.”

Indrid cocks his head, “No? Envy perhaps? After all, you’ve had years to dream about him, to hope you’d be the first, and here comes a skinny little freak from the coast to beat you to it.”

“You’re not a freak” Joseph says softly, “I, I can’t say I blame Barclay for taking you up on it.”

“He does have excellent taste” Indrid looks pointedly over his glasses at him. The heat under his skin doubles as Indrid crawls forward, “you know, Duck and I have an...understanding. But if you and Barclay do not, I can stop. I mean, I can stop regardless, if you don’t want this.” He lowers to his belly between Joseph’s legs, nuzzles his fly with a hum.

“I, I--ohlord” He moans when Indrid mouths at his slacks; he’s getting hard, if he had his way he’d lay down and let Indrid suck him off until he came on his glasses. But he knows he won’t enjoy it if he isn’t sure how Barclay feels.

“I, we should stop. Please.”

Indrid sits up, smiling, “Of course. Would you like to stay for dinner? My mother is making fish stew instead of tofu salad for once.”

“...I’d love to.”

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“I didn’t know Amnesty owned all this.” Joseph let’s Barclay guide him through the trees.

“Yeah, Mama’s family bought it years ago and she’s hung onto it through some seriously nasty shit. Hah, there they are.” Barclay waves to Duck and Indrid, resting against each other on a massive, checkered blanket. His boyfriend sets the picnic basket down and then, confusingly, turns off the lantern Duck brought.

“Okay, baby, there’s something I’ve got to ask” Barclay looks at him, “do you think I don’t wanna make it with you?”

“Truthfully? Yes. You, you’ve barely gone beyond some heavy petting, meanwhile Indrid was offering to blow me.” He slaps a hand over his mouth; there go all three of these relationships.

Barclay shrugs, “He told me about that.”

“Honesty is important. Most of the time.” Indrid grins.

“Blue eyes, I’m crazy about you. I’ve just been going slow because I was afraid I’d stress you out. I know how you get, Joseph. You put so much pressure on yourself to do everything right, I was worried you’d try so hard to be perfect for me that you wouldn’t enjoy it at all.”

Joseph stares into deep brown eyes, eyes he’s loved since he was a boy. Then he laughs softly, rests his head on Barclay’s shoulder, “You really do know me well, you know that.”

“Oh, oh baby” Barclay holds him closer, “you really think there was a way of touching me that’d disappoint me? Fuck, just getting to kiss you makes me the happiest guy in the state.”

“That being said” Duck drawls, “aint there somethin about practice makin perfect?”

“I, are, is this really what you three want?”

“Yes” Indrid nods, “but if you don’t, well, we shall never speak of it again.”

“I do. Sweet fucking christ I do.” He kisses Barclay ferociously as the other two scoot closer.

“Hmm, I believe we should let seniority decide. Barclay, what’s your preference?”

His boyfriend pulls back, kissing his jaw, “Do you wanna blow me, blue eyes?”

“So badly.”

“That settles that. Duck, what about--ah, I see you’re already taking off your pants, so I guess you’re fucking hm. He’s fucking you? Ah, semantics.” Indrid waves his hand dismissively.

“Wait, does, do we have a rubber?”

Duck pulls one from his wallet, “never leave to see this one without one. I know how he is.”

Indrid pecks his cheek, then grins, “I believe, Joseph, that leaves me to help you with your hand jobs.”

“Fuck, yes.”

“On your back, baby.” Barclays nudges him and he falls onto the blanket. For a moment only the trees and stars look down on him; then Barclays face fills his vision as his hands open his fly and guide his cock out.

“AHshit, shit that’s good.” He bucks as his boyfriend jerks him off steadily, his cock standing at attention in a matter of seconds.

“Okay big fella, you go get your dick sucked.” Duck straddles him. He’s down to only his undershirt, his muscular thighs, soft belly, and strong arms on full displays as he rolls the condom down.

“You’re so handsome” Joseph sighs.

Duck seems to blush, “Thanks, slick. Not bad yourself.”

“I mean it, really, you’re incredible” he paws his legs, grabs his shirt and pulls him down into the kiss. Duck giggles into his mouth, then sinks down onto his cock. Joseph decides he is never, never letting go of the man above him; his weight is so comforting, his body so perfect, the way his laughs morph into moans so charming.

“G-great thing about this position” Duck gasps, “is you don’t gotta do much besides let me ride you. That’s why it’s ‘Drid’s favorite.”

“Second favorite; you on my face is my first. Speaking of which” he kneels, gently lifts Joseph’s head into his hands while Barclay sits cross-legged on the other side of his head. His cock is thick and long, so mouthwatering Joseph opens his mouth without being told.

“Fuck, baby, wanted this so long.” Barclay guides his cock between his lips when Indrid turns his head. The skinnier man keeps supporting him as his tongue registers skin, sweat, Barclay and he whines for more.

“Easy, blue eyes, fuck, you’re doing great.”

“I’ll say. Fuck, can’t believe you been keepin this dick all to yourself, Joe.”

“I got my haAAnds on it once.”

“Clearly you should have done it more” Indrid purrs, hips moving slightly, “as soon as someone plays with it, he sucks cock very nicely.”

“No fuckin kiddin. Baby, baby, yeah, suck like that.”

Indrid shifts behind him, “Barclay, hold him a moment, there’s been a change of plans.” A zipper goes as Barclay cradles him. Then Indrid’s fingers are back, turning him to face a second, narrower cock.

“Handjobs can wait.” Indrid pulls him forward, moaning high when he sucks the head, “oooh, yes, that’s it.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna fuckin combust watchin you do that.” Duck bounces more deliberately and Joseph yelps joyfully around Indrid’s cock. He’s already close to cumming, the feeling of Duck around him and Indrid inside him flooding the rest of him with pleasure.

Indrid pulls his head back, starts to turn him towards Barclays, when it punches through him. He moans, pushes up into Duck as the shorter man laughs.

“I, I came first, I’m sorry, this is one of the things-”

“Shush” Barclay helps him up as Duck climbs of him, “that was fucking incredible, and you’re not done yet.”

“On your knees, facing us. Unless, sweetheart, do you-”

Duck’s hand is already between his legs, “I’m gonna enjoy the show.”

“Mmm, which means I get to enjoy you enjoying it. Barclay, turn slightly, like this.”

“Why, oh, oh I got it, fuck, you’re a fucking genius.”

Joseph agrees, though he’s going a bit cross-eyed. So he closes them, lets first Indrid and then Barclay press their cock into his mouth. It’s a stretch, his jaw aching instantly, but it’s the best he’s ever felt. They can’t push more than the heads in, so he concentrates on sucking and licking, pre-cum collecting on his tongue and spit seeping down his chin. Duck grunts behind him, offering running commentary on Indrid’s appearance and Joseph's voice. Barclay shoves both hands into his hair while Indrid keeps one on his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, Joseph, baby, this is fucking aces, gonna paint your whole fucking stomach white.”

“Ahnnn, agreed” Indrid pants, “your mouth was made for this, ohyes, that’s it, mmm, this is even better, feeling your cock against mine dearest, oh, oh” Indrid cums, bitterness hitting his tongue, and when he tries to swallow he gasps and gags instead.

“Fuck” Barclay grunts and then another burst of cum fills his mouth. He gasps for air as they pull out, sending some down his chin. He wipes ineffectively at it with the back of his hand.

“Here” Duck, underwear back on, cleans his lips with a napkin.

“Th-thank you.”

“Of course.” Duck kisses him as Indrid flops on his belly and Barclay curls his arms around Joseph.

“Gotta say, blue eyes, don’t think you got anything to worry about when it comes to making it good for me. Or, uh, us.”

“No, I don’t think I do.” Joseph rests against him, then jolts up, “shit, what time is it?”

“Ten.”

“Shit!”

“Don’t worry” Indrid nestles next to his knees, “we’ll say I had car trouble and you two came to my aid.”

Joseph relaxes back among his boyfriends, “Good call. Just, um, don’t let Duck talk?”

“Only if I get an extra kiss for keepin my mouth shut.”

“Deal.”

#OT4: Government Men and There Cryptid Boyfriends #Indruck #agent stern/duck newton #sternclay #50s au #inclay #meet ugly #reader request #trans duck newton

[kiritouyadeku96]

Touya’s Stolen Identity - part 1!

So, I was going to rant and talk about Touya’s backstory once we got the second part, however I have decided I’ll write two parts based around Touya’s past. Before I start I just want to say that this is MY own opinion and thoughts on the chapter, so yeah there that! Anyways here we have part 1 of Touya’s stolen identity!

I think we should start with the marriage of Rei and Enji!

So we already knew that it was an arranged/quirk marriage, but one thing it has sort of cleared up was whether it was forced or not. Well, this is where it gets a bit iffy and sort of implies, because you could say ‘see it wasn’t forced’ but you can also say it was, we see who we can guess is Rei’s father sat with Rei and Endeavor and Rei’s face is not one of a woman happy to get married. I’m not saying she looks scared or terrified, but it’s definitely not a happy face or a face of someone who’s happy with this choice. Whether she was given the choice to say no is not really given, so I can’t say she was forced or wasn’t forced but the next point drives home. Rei only agreed to this marriage for her family’s sake, not for herself or because she wanted to but for her family. And like sure she said yes to it, but like saying yes to something for the sake of someone else is not exactly a positive thing at all! There isn’t really anything else I can say about this, other than it was a marriage no way built on love or positive grounds in my opinion!

Moving on, I want to get straight into my thoughts of Touya, and his tragic childhood! So we all know that the only reason Endeavor had Touya was because he wanted a successor to surpass All Might, and from what we can see Touya was ok with that. Ok so hear me out, he wasn’t like Shouto who hated training no it’s pretty clear that he enjoyed training with his father. To the point that when Endeavor stopped it, he felt lost and upset over it! Now of course Endeavor stopped the training due to the quirk hurting his body, well that was probably the only good thing he did as a father! However, it’s how he handled it afterwards that drives home, that he was NOT a good father!

It is pretty clear that he distanced himself from Touya after stopping the training (on his day off he’s going somewhere instead of spending it with his kid maybe he’s got errands but who knows), and though he speaks to him about why he stopped it! It was too late; he had already planted the seed in Touya’s head, and Touya himself mentioned this along with the fact. That he couldn’t escape the idea of being a hero even at school, because everyone at school wanted to be heroes!

Like that must really suck because from day one he was told he was the one! He was the one who’s going to fulfill his father’s dream, and become the hero his father wants him to be by surpassing All Might! Then suddenly it’s gone, his father selfishly planted his ambition on him, an ambition/obsession that he himself couldn’t even get over, and then he wants him to forget it to find something else to do! Ignoring the fact the he himself injected that obsession into Touya, he himself made Touya feel like all he was good for was surpassing All Might!

We also know that Touya would go crying to Natsuo questioning his own existence, and see that is the damaged Endeavor caused by essentially feeding the idea to his son ‘that he was going to be the one to surpass All Might’! And then doing a 180 and saying he couldn’t due to his quirk which Touya could not understand! But that’s not it Endeavor essentially by neglecting him once his quirk became incompatible with his body, would have gave Touya the thought that he’s not good enough for his father now!

It’s also not just down to him feeling like his identity was stolen, but down to the simple fact that he 1) wanted to make his father proud and 2) he probably wanted to spend time and bond with his father. So, obviously most little boys want to make their father proud(kids in general want to please their parents to some extent), especially if said father placed a big burden on their head - surpassing All Might! Then with the bonding, we can bet that Endeavor never bothered with spending time with Touya outside of training! That alone probably means that Touya linked training with his father as bonding time, and the only time he could really gain his father’s love and attention! So when it all stopped and his father stopped spending time with him, he felt lost, neglected and like he meant nothing. That is probably one of the reasons why Touya is always saying ‘look at me’ to Endeavor!

He was trying to prove himself, and trying to gain back that attention that ‘love’ he had before! So then Touya went on to train by himself, essentially self-harming himself to prove himself and as time went on his mental health deteriorated! Which only got worse, as Endeavor went on to suggest more children under the ‘guise’ of doing it for Touya! Which may I point out also makes him a sucky father not just because it was cruel for Touya but because of this:

A doctor told him it was taboo, that it would be best he quits now because essentially he could end up with another child like Touya. Who’s quirk was dangerous to their own body, but yep let’s try another two times! And if those two times failed what then? Would he do it again and again until he got what he wanted! Probably we already know he was pig headed and stubborn, he said so himself! So anyways, we know that he suggested more children, and Touya was of age to know the meaning of this. He was being replaced! Rei even said to Endeavor that it was ‘too cruel’ and that Touya was aware of Endeavor’s motives!

That look on his face, as Natsuo is born(Baby Natsuo is so cute) is not a happy face or a ugh I’m getting another sibling face! It’s in fact quite haunting, not as haunting as the one he has when Shouto is born, but you can see the dread and realisation that he’s being replaced! Now, of course Natsuo ends up being pushed to the sidelines, but you gotta understand that would hurt as a kid. To try and prove yourself to your father, and then to watch as he essentially works to replace you. Then comes Shouto’s birth which essentially is the final nail in the coffin, or at least is the start of the nail in the coffin.

Touya’s face is haunting he realises this is the one, this is the sibling that is going to replace him. And Endeavor’s face would have heightened that idea! So essentially we have Touya, who’s mental health was already deteriorating, finally reaching a breaking point as he attacks a newborn Shouto! Now, I don’t know what happened after the attack, I do believe they probably didn’t take him to therapy like they should have but I’ll bring that up more in part 2 and when we get chapter 302! I just believe this chapter has shown us how Touya was failed from the start, and showed us how he broke under the pressure of being given an ambition and then neglected by his father. So to conclude this post I just want to say, I do not think Touya was simply a bratty kid who couldn’t take no as an answer or was just throwing a tantrum and he was in no way to blame for feeling like he felt as a child! Oh and for god sake he was also not just simply a bad seed, another shitty take I see people spitting out and it makes me rage! It was a lot deeper than that, and Hori was trying to show us that it is a lot deeper than a bratty child who refused to listen! This flashback was to show that while yes Endeavor wasn’t as monstrous as he was with Shouto, he still failed as a parent as did Rei to some extent hence why she mentioned that he wasn’t the only one who failed to look at Touya!(though she was a victim too, and was suffering just as much and was not the main cause of Touya’s breakdown like endeavor was and I don’t think she should be held as responsible as Endeavor due to her circumstances and own deteriorating health).

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