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violet-firefly · 5 months

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Hiii, could I ask a baxter with a stylist/actor MC?

Cute dog for bribery

((the dog is like the cherry on top for this ask, reminds me of my own husky :3

also i have really good ideas for both a stylist and an actor so this is gonna be actor mc and ill make stylist mc its own post ! itll also be its own post cause this one became so long hgiasdfuseugw ))

step 3 baxter x actor!mc

-spoilers for baxter dlc !-

🔲 he first meets you when he goes to see the live performance at the bar

🔲 you were starring as the dramatic popstar, failing to hide their feelings for the bartender . your best friend is tired of the obvious pining between the two of you and incites the help of the audience to get them together

🔲 baxter is immediately entranced with your performance . the way you walked, talked, your outfit, your natural beauty . hes one of the few audience members that are interacted with, and took the chance to be the one to hand you the bouquet

🔲 he tamped down the rising feeling of jealousy as he had to say that it was from the bartender . it was merely a play, wasnt it?

🔲 the rest of the show went off without a hitch, and you and your costars bowed at the end

🔲 after the performance and a couple more drinks (merely fake drinks of course), he noticed that you were slumped over at the bar, the man you acted as your friend chatting amicably at the bartender

🔲 curious, he made his way over to you, asking if you were alright . the pretend bartender merely laughed at his concern, saying "ah dont worry about ol mc! theyre always wiped out after the performance but they are quite alright"

🔲 you took that time to lift your head up, glaring at the bartender before looking at baxter with a curious smile .

🔲 "ah, youre the one who handed me the bouquet. you did well, i like your hair"

🔲 baxter had mental whiplash with how relaxed and seemingly tired you were, despite your character having so much emotion

🔲 despite that, the two of you talked more, with occasional quips from the other two actors

🔲 he learned you were merely a year younger than him and had a part time acting gig here , but youve acted in school plays and musicals since you were in elementary school. the two of you hit it off, talking until he had to leave so they could close up for the nifht

🔲 he left the bar that night with your number and the promise to visit again

🔲 he stuck to that promise, and visited many more times, going to see you perform and talking to you when he can

🔲 he also texted you plenty , despite not being big on texting . he always wished you well before all your shows

🔲 the two of you even began to hang out outside of you performing, sightseeing the city and sunset bird, going to a lodge for a mini vacation and even introducing him to cove, terry and miranda . it was the funniest coincidence that he rented the condo in your neighborhood, and you two just missed out on seeing each other until now

🔲 he was excited to be included in your life, even if you two met on a whim . he knew however that his time in sunset bird would end soon and this would be behind him soon .

🔲 the end of summer was... hard . for baxter especially, he knew that he would leave eventually and all this would be is a slew of memories to be forgotten when he returns to virginia .

🔲 why bother to maintain the friendship when he knew it would have to end soon? forget about his growing affection for you, he couldnt bring himself to maintain a friendship, let alone tell you how he feels about you

🔲 he knew it would only hurt you in the end, so he kept quiet.

🔲 you were nothing but caring and kind towards him though . helping him pack, ensuring he didnt forget anything and keeping him company one last time

🔲 "well i suppose this is it. i hope you had a wonderful time in sunset bird baxter" you say as you give him a hug goodbye

🔲 this confused him . didnt you know he'd never talk to you again, that this was the last youd ever see of him ? he figured youd be distraught but you were simply acting like he would come back after a couple of days . he voiced this to you

🔲 "ive acted almost my entire life . people will come and go and ive learned that i cant control the people that stay in my life ." he saw the tears in your eyes now. despite what you were saying, its clear you were hurting . he didnt know how to feel about that

🔲 "be safe and break a leg out there baxter . "

🔲 that was the last time he heard from you, and it hurt him deeply . you never tried reaching out, but neither did he . he couldnt bear to see what you were up to on social media, the thought of seeing you again confused and hurt him

🔲 5 years past, and he slowly let that feeling go . he followed you on social media, saw how your talent was finally noticed and you began

🔲 he did his absolute best to keep track of everything you starred in, from movies to musicals and plays

🔲 if you were in a musical: he would buy or download the entire soundtrack and listen to it constantly

🔲 if you starred in a tv show or movie: he would binge it constantly, and it would automatically be his favorite

🔲 of course, hed watch as you went to premieres and red carpet events, dressed to the nines and blowing everyone away

🔲 his apartment would be littered in merchandise of you, along with characters youve played . anyone who sees his collection would think hes really into the character but its just because you played the character

🔲 his office is much more subtle, having a cup with a quote from your first ever major role on it, used to hold pens

🔲 seeing you again was purely coincidence . his work mates invited baxter out to see a local comedy show

🔲 had he not been so occupied with planning a big wedding, he wouldve known that you were in the area performing with friends in a small comedy show

🔲 seeing you walk on stage to perform had baxters world stopping . he felt like the only people in the world were you and him

🔲 you made eye contact with him, and for a moment he thought you didnt see him until he noticed that your smile became brighter and you suddenly looked more relaxed yet excited to see him

🔲 his heart was pounding throughout the entire performance . he had seen you act before, but it was always a different experience when seeing it in person and seeing you act here and now was no different

🔲 after the performance, baxter downright abandoned his coworkers as he made his way backstage towards you

🔲 you made eye contact with him and rushed over to him, hugging him like he would disappear the moment you let go

🔲 "you're here, it's really you . " you whispered, tears in your eyes

🔲 the last 5 years have been busy for you . shortly after baxter left sunset bird a talent agent had scouted you and your acting career took off

🔲 you would constantly travel or be busy acting and when you werent doing either, you were with your family or hiding from the paparazzi

🔲 but you never forgot him, and now he was right here in front of you . your feelings from him came flooding back in waves . you never had the courage to tell him how you felt before, but now you have the chance and you weren't gonna let him get away so easily

🔲 so you kissed him

🔲 he was initially surprised by the action, but couldnt help but return the gesture as well . it felt like the kiss raised several questions and answered everything

🔲 of course, baxter had to return to his coworkers, but he returned with you . they joked about him running off and congratulated you two on the newfound relationship

🔲 your fans would obviously have mixed reactions . the majority of your fans were extremely happy for you two, but there were always going to be haters

🔲 not that you minded, thats how it always was . baxter was there for you and thats what mattered

🔲you do your best to stay around and help him with weddings if needed . if you couldnt then he'd call and ask for your opinions or send pictures of his ideas

🔲 you would try to stay with him as much as possible, taking more local roles in the city or any neighboring cities but you'd have to take bigger roles once in a while

🔲 he'd support you endlessly, sending you encouraging texts and reminders to take breaks when necessary

🔲 you two attending premieres and red carpet events would blow everyone away . you occasionally got him to break out of his black and white scheme for these events and wear elegant outfits to stun everyone

🔲 whenever he wants to take you out on dates or out through the town, he totally understands having to disguise himself a bit along with you just so the time wouldn't be ruined by fans or paparazzi

🔲 most dates would end up being spent with home cooked meals or take out and a movie, but that was fine by him . any time with you was good time and worth waiting for

#olba #our life #our life beginnings and always #baxter ward #our life beginnings & always #baxter ward x reader #our life baxter

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quodekash · 7 months

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CONTINUING EPISODE 5

sorry bro, she's into women

which is totally fair, have you SEEN women????

she's AGGRESSIVELY trying to communicate her love of women with him

HES SO JEALOUS THIS IS HILARIOUS

(its reminding me of sound getting really angry when pat suggests that tiw might like win)

(I PHYSICALLY CANNOT STOP TALKING ABOUT THE SATANG AND PERTH SIBLINGS AGENDA, IM SORRY (im not sorry))

IT'S SO CUTE OH MY GOSH

I LOVE

LMAO

NICE ONE

OML

IM WHEEZING

I THINK HE DREW HIM AS HANDSOME SQUIDWARD

THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING IVE EVER SEEN

IM DYING

THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY

OML ITS 1 IN THE MORNING I NEED TO BE QUIET AND NOT WAKE EVERYONE UP BUT IM LAUGHING SO HARD

it's been over three minutes straight of me just laughing at this

im losing my mind

EVERY TIME I THINK IVE CALMED DOWN, I OPEN UP THE YOUTUBE TAB AGAIN, AND THEN IT BRINGS ANOTHER BURST OF LAUGHTER

I quite literally laughed about the handsome squidward drawing for nearly 5 whole minutes

OH MY GOODNESS

AND HE GETS A BASKETBALL THROWN AT HIM????

ARE WE ABOUT TO GET GUYNAWA CONTENT AS WELL???

WHEN I THOUGHT THIS EPISODE COULDNT GET ANY BETTER OMG

THEY ARE FLIRTING

TAKE NOTES, GUYS, THIS IS FLIRTING

i... have never been flirted with before. nor have I ever flirted with someone before. (at least to my knowledge)

BUT THEYRE FLIRTING GUYS THYERE FLIRTING

oh you wanna make out with him so bad

THEYRE FLIRTING SO HARD

THEYRE JUST TRYNA GET EACH OTHER'S ATTENTION

JUST MAKE OUT GUYS, ITLL BE A MORE PRODUCTIVE USE OF YOUR TIME

PO4ENKWGOPILVJWENJKGSVOJW3E4HIBSJGJPOINVOP4JWEOPINSGD

THEY SHOOK HANDS

THEIR HANDS ARE HOLDING EACH OTHER

ALSO: THEY HAVE TO BE NICE TO EACH OTHER FOR AT LEAST A WHILE

AND THEN THEYRE GONNA GET USED TO BEING NICE TO EACH OTHER WITH THE FRIENDLY BANTER THROWN IN THERE FOR SPICE

AND THEN THEYRE GONNA MAKE OUT OR SMTH

WOAH

W O A H

WOAH BUDDY

I COULD FEEL THE SEXUAL TENSION OF THAT THROUGH THE SCREEN

they just need to slap their bodies against each other (clothes optional)

THE HEAD TILT

HES SO ATTENTIVE

LOOK AT THE LONGING LOVING STARE

I have no idea who this is.

but I am very much in love with her

the amount that he cares about him is literally insane and its making me insane

THE LOCKS

OH MY GOODNESS

aw nooo sailom is sad bc he knows kang likes pimfah :(

WHAT DOES HE NEED TO DO

IS HE GONNA PUT UP HIS OWN LOCK???

IS HE GONNA PUT UP HIS OWN LOCK AND ITLL BE LIKE LOCKED WITH SAILOMS OR SMTH?????

OMG OR MAYBE

MAYBE HE'S GONNA TRIP OVER IN THE ENGINEERING SQUARE THINGY

oh :(

but the sad piano music is playing and its showing sailom's face

im wanting to think that sailom's gonna turn around bc he's sad, and as soon as he starts walking away, kang's gonna suddenly have a realisation and he'll change his mind and he'll put the lock with sailom's, but im definitely delusional

what.

hang on

im so confused right now

she... likes sailom?

what?????

I-

what????

I wasn't expecting a love triangle like this???

IM LITERALLY SO CONFUSED WHAT IS GOING ON

GIVE ME ANSWERS BITCH

dude.

DUDE.

D U D E

THE WAY THAT YOU'RE LOOKING AT HIM RN??????

ITS MAKING ME EVEN MORE CONFUSED

D U D E

YOU'RE FOCUSSING SO MUCH ON HIS LIPS THERE HAD TO BE A ZOOM IN SHOT

THERE IS NO HETERO EXPLANATION

I WAS SO SURE KANG WOULD REALISE HIS FEELINGS TODAY BUT ITS JUST GOTTEN SO BLINDINGLY OBVIOUS TO EVERYONE EXCEPT HIM

O K A Y

OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY

OKAY

ITS ALL GOOD

THANK GOODNESS

SO HE'S GONNA *PROPERLY* REALISE HIS FEELINGS NEXT WEEK AND HES GONNA DANCE AROUND TELLING HIM FOR THE ENTIRE EPISODE AND THEN THEYRE GONNA KISS AT THE END GJREKDBG I CANT WAIT

im so proud of myself for being right about that. I predicted that they're gonna kiss next week. im so freaking awesome

in other news: I am not okay

IN OTHER OTHER NEWS: IT'S ONLY 1:45AM TODAY AND IVE ALREADY FINISHED, IM DOING BETTER THAN I DID LAST WEEK

goodnight folks, and keep breathing drts

peace out ✌️

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r0mantic-h0micide · 2 years

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its weird. for MONTHS, i have been sleeping on the bed sideways. ever since jake left, ive been sleeping completely sideways on the bed. it was what was most comfortable. i hadnt really put much thought into it.

but ever since i cried the other day about him. ive been sleeping on the bed normal. ive sort of felt more normal. maybe that was it. maybe i just needed one more cry to truly let it all go. i have no idea.

tomorrow, itll be five full months since he left. its weird. it feels like its been so much longer. its kind of a hard feeling to explain i guess. im wondering if i miss him. i dont really know how i feel. maybe my emotions just arent on display right now.

i dont know that im happy right now, but it seems like im taking steps to get there. im anxious. im scared. im pushing myself really hard. im trying to get past things that ive let hold me back for way too long. its time for me to get better. and maybe when it feels hopeless and i want to give up, i can try to remember how im feeling right now. determined and scared to hell, but willing to try if it means giving myself what i deserve.

i hope i can push through all of my doubts because i know i need to. living for so long after i was so sure i wouldnt make past 13 has created a weird dynamic in my life. i know that a lot of other people feel this way too. at this point, its pretty obvious im not going to kill myself any time soon so i may as well get the fuck over myself and do something. ive let myself wallow longer than i should have. and while i dont think that i will ever truly care about my life and where it goes, while i dont think that i will ever value my life the way that i would value another persons life who i view as more important than myself, i can at least try. because that's the only choice ive got

it might take a long time to figure things out. i never planned on making it to be this old, so i never planned for anything at all.

better late than never, i guess

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everythingoeslwt · 5 years

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#it's weird how youre not allowed to be sad or worried about the fact that there's no sign of louis' album seeing the light of day #when there's proof that artists havent been allowed to release their music #im not saying he wont get to #im saying there's just no concrete sign that itll be soon #and you have no idea how badly i want to be wrong #that soon is indeed soon and he'll finally have his album released #another thing im not saying is that he isnt smart or business savvy #of course he's smart #but sometimes you get stuck and the short end of the stick #that isnt his fault #he's been dealing with everything the best that he can #this is obvious #im sorry that any of this is deemed negative #but when you continuously see others get opportunities that he hasnt gotten and it still seems like we're not there yet? it's shitty #also i realize how awful things have been for him on a personal level #but before that it wasnt a good situation. it seemed like maybe it was getting there but there's no way to tell #it's not a good situation now and i cant imagine not thinking there's more holding him back #he's constantly trying to reassure that it'll happen. he does want this. he has said so #anywho ill end it here. it's just shitty seeing how close we are to second albums and louis doesnt have his first #nor has he actually had his chance to shine #and he absolutely could if given that chance

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soramei · 3 years

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Intentional - Part 3

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: none right now, eventual smut

Word Count: 4.6k

Masterlist

A/N: INTRODUCING: I.N.tentional: Intentional, but told through I.N.'s POV! give it a read! itll take 1 min tops!

Taglist (reply to be tagged!): @planetdemon @hvunvely @fluffybitch0325

last thing: welcome back hyunjin I missed you! skz ot8!

“Y/n,” his low and steady voice echoed around the pillars of the parking lot, “what are you doing here?”

“I’m looking for my friend.” You simply answered, slowly taking short steps backwards. It was best to not tell anybody that Yoojin was injured.

“Is she here? I’ll help you find her.” His eyebrows furrowed as he took quick strides towards you.

“No- that’s- it’s okay. I’m uhm, I’ll just try finding her myself.” You clenched your shaking fists. “Thank you for offering though.” You quickly added, not wanting to come off as rude to your boss.

“Y/n. Why do you keep avoiding me?” Manager Kim grabbed your shoulder with one hand. You felt the tips of his fingers dig through your jacket. The blend of cigarettes and cologne wafted past your nostrils.

“Manager Kim, please, I really need to get going.” You begged as you heard your voice start to waver. Why couldn’t the word ‘stop’ just come out of your mouth?

Manager Kim didn’t seem to care as he simply pressed his fingers harder on your shoulder, tightening his grip. He took a step closer, tipping his head down to look at you as he exhaled through his mouth. The stench of cigarettes became stronger.

“Yesterday, on your first day, I’ve been nothing but nice to you. Y/n, I am your boss. Stop avoiding me.” He spoke through clenched teeth. His words became quieter and quieter as his monologue progressed.

You had no idea what to do. It was obvious by now that Yoojin wasn’t in this parking lot as you would have heard her by now. The sun was setting fast, and the lot was basically empty, save the lot attendant — who was busy watching a movie on his phone when you first spoke to him. However, this attendant was your best bet. If you somehow managed to run past him, Manager Kim would most likely stop following you. This was your plan.

You quickly slipped out of your jacket, catching Manager Kim off guard. He lost grip of your shoulder, and the only thing he had a hold on was your now discarded jacket. Then, you made a run for it. You had only caught a glimpse of Manager Kim’s irate expression before adrenaline filled your muscles once again.

“Oh, you don’t run from me this time.” You heard him drop your jacket, then soon after, footsteps.

You didn’t have time to fixate on his movements as your only goal at the moment was to reach the attendant. You ran and ran, and after a short while, you saw the attendant’s post.

It was apparent that Manager Kim also noticed that there was another person nearby because you heard his footsteps gradually slow down and then come to a halt. However, you were too scared to turn back to confirm your suspicions and just kept running. Once you reached the front entrance of the parking lot — where the attendant was — you slowed down your running to make it appear as if nothing had happened. God knows the amount of slander you would’ve gotten in the office if you had gotten Manager Kim in trouble.

You tried to keep yourself composed as you left the parking lot, however, nothing could stop the uncontrollable shaking of your hands and the erratic beating of your heart. Once outside, your brain was in jumbles — what the hell just happened?

The wind nipped at your skin as you sprinted towards the familiar blue building. It was the only place you could think of to hide as you wait out Manager Kim. Usually, the man acted polite, if not a little standoffish, but there was something so sinister about his voice tonight that gave you an uncomfortable chill.

Finally nearing your office building, you held it out for a final push as you hurriedly entered the front doors. As soon as you were inside, you felt the adrenaline reach your body. You put your hands on your knees for support as you tried to catch your breaths. You still couldn’t process what just happened with Manager Kim.

“Y/n.” A hand touched your shoulder.

Instinctively, you flinched and wrapped your arms around your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” The hand immediately fell off your shoulder. You recognized this voice. It was Bang Chan.

It might have been the wave of relief rushing through you — or that you started to process what had just happened — but as soon as those words left his lips you couldn’t contain the tears rushing out of your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You sniffed, turning away from him to wipe your tears away. It was so embarrassing that you were crying in front of somebody you just met. Moreover, you could sense people in the building starting to stare.

Bang Chan looked at you in confusion for a moment. “Did you want to take a walk? We can find a quieter place you can uhh…” He drifted off towards the end, scratching the back of his neck.

You simply nodded your head. Bang Chan gestured for you to follow him whilst making sure to keep his distance from you. You stared at the back of his hoodie as you mindlessly followed him in silence. He meandered through the building halls naturally and confidently, like he had been here his whole life. You sped up your steps to walk beside him, scared that somebody would somehow snatch you from behind. Bang Chan turned his head to check on you before continuing his trek.

He led you towards the familiar elevators that you took every morning so far, but this time, he pressed the button of an unfamiliar floor. This elevator ride was shorter than what you were used to, however you still felt the floating sensation that came with every elevator ride.

The elevator dinged, letting you know that the two of you had arrived. Bang Chan’s arms gestured for you to get off first, and so you did. He got off after you and started leading you to his destination. You walked in silence with your arms still crossed over your torso.

He kept up his pace, and soon, stopped in front of a door. Using a key card to unlock the door, he opened the door for you to go in first.

Although it was cozy, the room was small. With a desk on one side and a single black couch on the other, it was clear that this room wasn’t meant for a lot of people. You looked at the walls. Green, strange.

“Hold on, lemme just…” Bang Chan mumbleded as he rushed past you to the couch and tossed a shirt and an opened bag of chips out of the way. “Here, you can sit.”

You sat down. “Thanks.” You rasped.

“Did you want some water?” He asked.

“Yes, please.” You replied in a quiet voice, not wanting him to see that you cried — although it was really obvious by now.

He left in a flash, leaving you alone in the room. At least the door is locked. You thought.

The unnerving silence of the room left you alone with just your thoughts. Thoughts on Manager Kim, on how you cried in front of Bang Chan, of Yoojin. Yoojin!

You pulled out your phone and found yourself filled with worry again. You quickly dialled her contact number.

“Y/n?” A voice picked up in an almost confused manner.

“Yoojin, thank god. Are you okay? I went to where you said you were and couldn’t find you.”

“Oh my god, Y/n!” She suddenly bursted out. “I’m so, so sorry. I messed up the parking lot I was in with yours! I’m the world’s dumbest person. I don’t deserve your friendship.”

“Yoojin, it’s okay, mistakes happen. And friends always help each other.” You try to calm her down. “As long as you’re safe right now.”

“I am, thank you Y/n.” She sniffled. “But, you didn’t run into any trouble trying to find me right?”

You decided not to tell her about Manager Kim. She had a long day already, what with her injury. “I didn’t. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Oh,” she said, “alright. In that case, I’ll go get some rest now. Goodbye Y/n.”

“Bye Yoojin, I hope you get well soon.” You hung up.

With Yoojin being safe, you had one less worry on your plate. However, now that you weren’t consumed by your worry for Yoojin, the only thought that you had was the looming threat of Manager Kim. What if he was still looking for me? You thought. What if he tries this on me again? What if I get fired?

The dark thoughts started to overwhelm you so much to the point where you couldn’t control your tears again. You put your face in your hands, silently begging yourself to stop crying. You were scared. Scared for your future, your safety, and your reputation.

“This place is so big, you’d think they’d place a few more vending machines…” Bang Chan abruptly interrupted your thoughts.

You flinched, startled.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s just me.” He had that boyish grin on his face as he unscrewed the lid of the plastic water bottle before handing it to you.

You accepted the water and took a sip. “Sorry, I’m just—” You were scared to finish that sentence. If Bang Chan knew how rude you were to his boss, he could get you fired as well.

Bang Chan looked at you in confusion for a couple of seconds. “You know,” He started, “you don’t have to tell me what happened, but I’m here for you. We’re friends, remember?” He sat on the chair at the desk.

“Thank you, Bang Chan.” You smiled at him. “I appreciate it.”

“You have a nice smile.”

“What?” You knitted your eyebrows.

Bang Chan cleared his throat. “Nevermind, umm, do you wanna see what I’m working on?”

“Umm, sure.” You replied awkwardly.

Bang Chan got out of his chair and turned it around for you to sit in, which you did. He turned the chair around to face the monitor and leaned over you to log in to his computer. His bangs flopped in front of his eyes.

“This was that song I was talking about yesterday.” Bang Chan pressed a button, and a sound started to emit from the complicated looking software. It was a simple but nice beat, although all the audio clips and millions of random colours on the screen seemed to contradict that.

“There’s so many options on the screen, how do you know what you’re doing?”

“Honestly, it takes time to get used to. I’m still not sure what some of these settings do.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Do you wanna try it out?”

You nodded your head, eagerly. You had never seen something like this before. Bang Chan reached over you to take hold of the mouse. He scrolled through hundreds of folders before opening the one he was looking for.

“These are just random audio clips I usually use in songs,” he said, “you can drag them on the screen and it’ll be added in the song.”

You dragged a random audio clip to where he said so and clicked play. The song played, but with a very loud and badly timed bass in the middle. The both of you laughed, and you started to add more random clips to the song. Soon, the song became so cluttered with your add-ons that it started sounding unrecognizable.

“It’s so bad.” You laughed, turning your head around. Bang Chan was already looking at you. His expression was unreadable. You looked back at him.

Silence.

After a moment, you realized that you were just looking at him with no words. You cleared your throat, turning back to the monitor. “What if I add this one?”

You dragged a random audio to the beginning of the song and played it. As soon as the song started, the audio clip interrupted everything else. It was an incredibly loud audio of Bang Chan yelling ‘Stray Kids’. The two of you bursted out laughing.

The two of you stayed in that room for hours, just playing around on his editing software and with his equipment. He showed you how he made new songs, and how he would use his mic and keyboard to add to them. You even asked for him to play you some of the old songs he published. It took a long time to convince him, but he embarrassingly complied. The two of you were having so much fun with music that you did not realize how late it was until you remembered to check the time. That seemed to be a recurring incident for you.

“It’s getting kinda late,” you said. “I should go, I have work tomorrow.”

Bang Chan agreed, “I’ll walk you out.”

And so, you gathered your bag and followed Bang Chan out of his little office to the elevators. The two of you rode the elevator in silence, but this time, it was a comfortable silence. You didn’t feel the need to make any small talk, nor fiddle your thumbs.

You continued your way out, finally exiting the front doors of the building. However, you came to instantly regret that as a gust of wind hit your bare skin, eliciting a shiver from you. Of course, you didn’t have your jacket. It was lost in the midst of your run-in with Manager Kim. You reminded yourself to look for it tomorrow.

It seemed that Bang Chan had noticed. “It gets cold fast here this time of year,” he shrugged off his hoodie. “Here, you can take this.”

“No, it’s fine, really.” You said. “I don’t live too far anyways.”

“You can’t catch a cold on your first week of work,” he said, “I would feel guilty.”

Bang Chan shoved his hoodie in your hands. It seemed like he wasn’t going to budge on his decision, so you shrugged it on. It fit very loosely — the hem of the hoodie reached your thigh and you had to roll the sleeves up quite a bit to expose your hands. It was warm though. And it smelled like him.

“Thanks,” you looked at your shoes, “for this and everything else.”

“Don’t thank me,” he flipped your hood around so it wasn’t inside-out. “Friends, right?”

“Right,” you nodded. “I’ll get going now.”

You waved to Bang Chan and started on your way home, feeling much better than what you had felt earlier this evening. The journey home didn’t feel as dangerous as before now that your mood was lifted. The looming worry of facing Manager Kim eventually was still in the back of your mind, but you pushed the thought away as best as you could.

The train ride was soon over, and your walk home was very quick as well. Everything seemed to go so smoothly when you were confronted with imminent danger. You quickly entered the passcode to your lock and safely got in your apartment. You put your bag down and looked over to your kitchen. I didn’t even eat dinner yet.

It was already so late, but all you had in your kitchen were eggs and ramen. It wasn’t healthy, but it was something. You reminded yourself for the second time since yesterday to go grocery shopping. Maybe on the weekend.

You were busy cooking your ramen when you received a text on your phone. Looking over the counter, you read the text.

Bang Chan: Did you get home safe?

You typed a reply.

Y/n: Yup ^^ making ramen right now

Bang Chan: Ramen? I’m jealous TT

Bang Chan: I’m on a diet but when I’m off I’ll eat 5 packs of ramen everyday

You giggled at the text and typed a reply. Then he replied. Then you did, then he did again. Your back and forth went on for the rest of the night, even as you ate your ramen and brushed your teeth, only ending as you fell into a deep slumber.

The next day was an important one for you. Amongst all the other tasks you had given to you, you were to hand in the notes that you’ve been taking from others. This was especially nerve wracking, however, as you were to also pitch Bang Chan’s idea to Manager Chen.

Before you left, you remembered to bring Bang Chan’s hoodie. You quickly folded and stuffed it in a random bag. On your way to the office, you couldn’t help but feel it in the pit of your stomach. The anticipation of officially pitching ideas to your boss. Also, not to mention the possibility of running into Manager Kim again. You weren’t excited at the premise of that.

You decided to finish all your tasks before pitching all the ideas to Manager Chen. Plus, you wanted time to double check that you had all your notes together too. You straightened yourself at your desk, and with that, you started working.

It was tiring, but honest work. You worked hard today, only making time to take a lunch break. You found yourself smiling at your phone while eating your sandwich when you saw a picture of Bang Chan’s ‘diet lunch’ he sent to you. You took big bites of your food, happy that you didn’t need to diet.

Finally, after a long day of work, the time came to report to Manager Kim. You grabbed your notebook with both hands and slowly shuffled towards her office. Stopping in front of her door, you took a deep breath before knocking.

“Come in,” she said.

You opened the door, walked inside, and placed your notes on her desk. “Hello Manager Chen. I know this is too early to be giving you my notes, but somebody submitted a really promising idea.”

Manager Chen took your notebook to read through it, her hand on her chin. You listened to the ambient silence of the room. She was focused on your notes, nodding a few times as she flipped the pages. She cleared her throat, and you stared at her with wide eyes, giving her all your attention.

“You’re right. This content does look promising. It would be a bit rushed, but if we quickly start on it, we could produce it in time.” She gave you a look whilst handing your notebook back. “Type this up and make photocopies of it. This will be one of the main points of our Friday meeting tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Manager Chen.” You tried to keep a straight face when taking leave.

Hands clenched on your notebook, you briskly walked past all the cubicles over to the washroom. You tried to keep a straight face in front of your coworkers, but as soon as you entered the washroom, you couldn’t fight the smile on your face.

“Yes!” You whisper-yelled.

Your fingers immediately went to your phone to text Bang Chan, but you decided to hold onto that idea. It’ll be a surprise tomorrow, you thought. Instead, you chose to send a text to let him know that you had his hoodie.

Y/n: Are you in the building? I have your hoodie.

The reply was almost immediate.

Bang Chan: I stayed at the dorm today, you keep it for now haha

You assumed he was simply tired from all the work he had. There were probably multiple schedules and projects he had that were completely separate from the one you were working on. That is also probably why he works so late everyday. Not to mention being an idol was an all-day-everyday sort of career.

It didn’t take a long time to type up and print your notes. You finished your task by delivering the photocopies to Manager Chen’s mailbox, and since there was nothing else on your plate, you decided to head home.

On your way home, you reluctantly stopped by the parking lot building to look for your jacket. You asked the lot attendant and scoured through every corner of the lot. You had even tried to retrace your steps from yesterday, trying to block the memories of Manager Kim out on your search for your jacket. The search was thorough, but nothing came from it. That was a really cute jacket too, you sulked. Also, your lanyard was in the pocket of your jacket. You really did not want to apply for a replacement so early on in your time here.

You left the lot and left for the subway station, a little disappointed that a perfectly good jacket went missing. Although you knew it wasn’t your fault — and you certainly did not regret shrugging your jacket off to escape — it was still a shame that you lost it, now you had another thing to worry about.

At home, you had another ramen dinner along with some tea. Strangely, this was the only mundane night you’ve had since you started your job. You recounted your memories of the days prior. You cringed at your drunken activities from your first day and swore that you would never get drunk with strangers again. Tuesday wasn’t bad comparatively — it was the day you had coffee with Na-eun and Yoojin. And Bang Chan, of course. Yesterday was not a day you wanted to remember, although you did appreciate Bang Chan calming you down afterwards. He was a good friend.

Your night was slow. The majority of your time was spent mindlessly scrolling through social media, silently checking up on your friends back home. You also spent time texting Bang Chan. Somehow your conversations strayed from work-related over to movies, music, and everything in between. It was amazing how, despite being so busy, he still managed to stay positive. You admired that about him.

You started to get ready for bed. Before you went to sleep, you played scenarios of tomorrow’s meeting in your head, preparing yourself for what to say if anybody made you talk.

The next morning, you woke up bright and ready to go. It was the day of the long awaited meeting. That, plus it was Friday. You were nervous, but excited for today as this was the meeting where Bang Chan’s content idea could either be sent for production or tossed in the trash. All these thoughts were running loose around your head as you got ready to go to work. You dressed in your most expensive blouse and skirt whilst trying extra hard on your makeup.

You made sure to arrive at the conference room early so you had the option of choosing your seat this time. You weren’t about to take your chances like last time.

There were only a couple more people in the conference room who came early like you. You greeted them as you walked in, choosing to take a spot further away from them to avoid awkward interactions.

More people started to flow in as the meeting was getting closer to starting. You fiddled around with your pen, clicking it open and closed, when you noticed your friend come in. Bang Chan was again dressed in all black. He wore a beanie and a black hoodie that was almost identical to the one he gave you. He gave you a smile and a nod of the head before heading over to sit in the chair beside you.

“I had such a long morning,” he whispered as he placed a bottle of mango juice in front of you, “I love those kids, but sometimes…”

You mumbled a ‘thank you’ under your breath. “What happened?”

“One of them left a mess in the kitchen last night and didn’t bother to clean it,” Bang Chan rolled his eyes, “so I had to do it for them before leaving.”

“What are you, their father?” You giggled.

“More like their maid.” Bang Chan smirked.

The two of you kept up your small talk until you saw Manager Chen enter the conference room. A number of the employees, including you, greeted her. She returned your greetings and began the meeting. It seemed like Manager Kim wouldn’t be coming.

“Although this was meant to be a preliminary check up meeting, I want to bring up an idea that was submitted by one of our team members.” She started passing out the photocopies you made. “The idea was to film promotional content for our China project. Since the Mid-Autumn Festival is at the end of the month, if the majority of us agree to push forward with this, we should be able to plan, film, and produce this content in time.”

“Won’t we be short on time?” Somebody asked.

“I am confident that, if we rush the planning, we will have enough time for filming and production.” Manager Chen replied. “Now, what are some ideas that we have for this content?”

“We could turn making mooncakes into a competition,” you offered your idea. “They could spin it into something funny, plus, this competition could take up a lot of air time.”

Manager Chen nodded in response.

“We could go somewhere in the mountains to get a better shot of the moon,” somebody in production added. “We can also set up a lantern-making episode.”

The rest of the meeting consisted of even more brainstorming. Many ideas for the content were thrown out and you carefully listened to each one before making up your own opinion silently in your head.

Finally, it seemed like everyone’s brains were wrung dry as there were no more ideas being thrown out there.

“Now we can vote to either go ahead with this idea or scrap it. A show of hands for those who are in favour of this idea.” Manager Chen announced.

Hands went up. It was almost unanimous. You looked over at Bang Chan, eyebrows raised in surprise. He returned a similar look.

“Since the votes were overwhelmingly in favour of putting this idea into action, we will go ahead with the Mid-Autumn content.” Manager Chen looked over at the production members. “Our production crew will start planning right away, and hopefully, we can finish this project before the day of the festival.”

You were overjoyed. This is the first time you had say in a project like this. It was a nice feeling to be in a team and have your opinion valued.

Manager Chen ended the meeting soon after, and you said goodbye to Bang Chan, assuming he was busy for the rest of the day. You were also busy. You left the conference room and diligently started your tasks for the day.

At the end of the day, you were exhausted. The fact that it was a Friday afternoon just made you want to leave work even faster. As soon as it was time to leave, you rushed out of the office, not wanting to catch the afternoon rush hour.

The packed train ride felt so long as you just wanted to get home and rest. You soon arrived at your stop and hopped off before starting your walk to the apartment complex. The thought of jumping in your bed and doing nothing for the evening lingered in your head, making you walk just a bit faster. You hiked up the stairs, over to your door.

There was something placed in front of it.

It was your jacket. And it was completely ruined.

You slowly bent down, picking it up. It looked like somebody put a lighter over it. There were many burnt holes and tears on the jacket. Your heart rate sped up as you knit your eyebrows in confusion.

Standing up, you heard something fall out from your jacket.

It was your lanyard.

Drawn over your picture, in black sharpie, was a hoodie.

It was weird, yes, but what really made you feel nauseous were the two X’s drawn right where your eyes were.

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voidcat · 3 years

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— fangs dipped in wine

characters: chuuya nakahara, you

info: vampire au, lowkey suggestive, 2.3k

a/n: let's all pretend for a hot second bram stoker was an actual author in bsd and that instead of abilities, there are vampires<3 I'll probably do a p2 to this in a timeskip way so itll b more fun yay,,

Several days ago, it was just an idea. A laughing matter. A ‘what-if’ to build scenarios on and giggle.

Several days ago, it was night time too, the taste of alcohol fresh, her laugh right beneath your ear, it was warm, and bubbly and there was a sense of direction, a certainty.

Several days ago your friend hadn’t suddenly announced dropping out and moving out of the shared apartment you two had yet. Maybe she had been considering for a while now but in that very moment, it hadn’t happened yet, your world wasn’t upside down.

“Just imagine!-“ her breath fawned over your ear, glasses clinking against one another. “So I’m talking to this guy, right? Like music stuff, and movies, and all. No feelings whatsoever,” you found it hard not to roll your eyes and was met with a shove. “Not like that!” she protested. “He tells me about his boyfriend, I even helped him plan a surprise party once.”

“You cannot know if he’s faking…” you remember saying, in that knowing tone, smooth like silk and lecturing. “Yea whatever. Anyways! Get this:” placing the glass down in concentration that was foreign to her, you were intrigued.

“They don’t have vampires.”

“No way.” Slowing taking another sip from your drink, it sounded like a fantasy almost. Sure, there were rumors of not every country having vampires but it was numbered, there were so little, and the vampires? They were ever present.

“So he says: ‘Hey, aren’t they all rich peeps always wanting fresh blood? What if you have lots of blood already, and make a deal? You can trick them to pay you loads for it and you’d not even have to have them near your neck!’-“ she paused to let out a bark, you’re sure she’s been doing it since she first saw the message.

“And-“ another pause, to shed a tear, “and he says, ‘and if the vampire is hot? Bonus points! They got those fancy houses, you’d no longer pay rent either.’” The mocking of the voice comes to an end. “Can you believe? A deal, with a Vampire of all people! And he says rent fixed!”

You had to admit, for someone who claims to not met any vampires, it sounded charming on paper, but in Yokahoma?, not so much. At a moment of weakness, you looked at one another, daring, and next, breaking into a fit of laughter and downing the glass in one gulp.

How many days has it been since that night? Five? Maybe seven? It was long enough to miss her presence now, but too short to be threatened by the landlord.

One night you’re at your favorite pub with your dearest friend downing drink after drink. You can remember the stars in the sky that night, you thought it was just your brain imagining it, as well as the crescent moon hanging so delicately.

And next thing you know, you’ve just left this bar, despite the temperature it was cold on your bones, and here stands the redhead, his breath fawning over your neck, mouth open, but not to tell a story for the laughs.

He didn’t bother to hide the fangs and you didn’t bother to leave the place.

An idea you called stupid few nights ago just happened to make sense in that sad sulking state. And then he had to appear, with a glass of expensive wine, locks covering his face just fine, a vest that fits his body perfectly and fangs shining under the dim lights of the bar.

“Oh-kay, that’s enough.” You push his face off with your palm in one go. The ‘thump’ of his hat falling on the floor and the yelp coming from his lips fill the air.

“You’re no fun.” he pouts as he picks up his hat.

“So, how we’re doing this? And no, you cannot drink straight from my neck!” you finish before he can raise a finger.

A moment of silence follows the two of you, it’s a nice place. Expensive looking furniture though it’s more like a house from a catalogue than a home. Still, impressive –he, ‘what was his name again?’, definitely has a taste. The empty crystal glasses sit on the table, next to the bottle, a candle close to burning out completely flickers its flame lazily as your eyes wander.

Your gaze moves onto his sapphire eyes then, watching your every move and breath carefully, but not patiently. You can hear him vibrate with every molecule in his body, trying so hard not to lunge forward or speak up, maybe grab your arm and pull you back towards his chest.

“So? Hello?..” you drag the the ‘o’ and wave a hand in front of his face, “Anyone home?”

Like someone hypnotized stepping out of a trance at a snap of fingers, he jolts, pupils narrow, then widen and focus on your face. “Ah, sorry-“ he starts walking away.

Then he fakes a cough, as if you didn’t catch him staring already… Just how the hell did you find this guy in a city filled with vampires?

He stops, turns back, reaches for your hand and you let him. “Did you drink the wine?” he walks a step ahead, still hand in hand.

“If you ask me one more time, I’ll start suspecting you added some sort of drug.” This seems to get to him, obvious from the way he almost trips on his foot and turns back in a hurry, both hands up in defense and shaking his head like crazy.

“Wh- No- No, no no! It’s nothing like that- I-“ if he didn’t look so embarrassed, you’d even say he looks flustered. His rambling stops when you snort and decide to take pity on the guy.

“Relax I was just joking.” His shoulder drop in relief. “Besides, if you put anything, it’d have kicked in by now.”

“Ah, yeah, right…” he looks down, to his right, and that’s when you see the velvet couch there. He extends his hand, in an offering manner and follows you right after.

Reaching for a pocket in his vest, he whispers to himself, you barely hear. “I just like the taste of wine in blood...”

“Weird, not what I expected, but could be worse. I’ll take it.”

Another silence follows, he avoids your gaze while your eyes never leave his eyes fumbling with his vest and cape. Maybe it’s like one of those cape like jackets, certainly matches the vibe he carries.

Under the shivering candle light, he looks so different from the bold smug suave guy who brimmed with confidence, flashed his teeth like nothing, as if the world belongs to him and anything that does not care for him simply does not exist.

And now with the same face, sits besides you someone else, eyes cast down, hands fumbling, there’s comfort in knowing this is as awkward for you as for him.

(You wonder for a second if there’s something you can do to clear the atmosphere.)

“Maybe you should be having another glass instead of asking me.” You try to say nonchalantly and it takes him a second to get what you mean. Then he smiles, and the hint of a small giggle comes out and his body seems to calm down.

“Give me your hand.” He holds out his, the palm facing the ceiling. “Well? This is the easiest way to do it without leaving permanent marks.” He sounds irritated.

“Or noticeable.” You say and he repeats, a little impatient.

Giving him your less dominant hand, you eye the dagger for as long as you can. When the cold blade meets your palm, you can barely feel its weight.

“Okay, I’ll be honest here.” He stops midway, the dagger in the air. You raise an eyebrow, signaling him to continue. “I’ve never done… this before.”

“So- uh- whatever’s the standart payment, or the whole, you know,” he waves the hand holding the dagger in the air “etiquette for this.” He sounds to be relaxing with each word. And with him, so do you. Then comes back that familiar confidence from the earlier, decorated with a hint of threat and a dare. “Just- Don’t ever try to scam or fool me.”

And goes away the determined face, replaced with surprise, as you start laughing loud, one hand over your stomach.

“Look, listen-“ you stop as you’ve begun. “Chuuya.” He fills the gap for you.

“Listen, Chuuya.” You test his name on your lips. “I’m a broke college student who can get kicked out of their flat any day now. Crossing a vampire is the last thing on my list, trust me.”

Eyes soften, a genuine smile blooms and the silence to follow isn’t heavy anymore.

When he slashes the dagger over your hand, it doesn’t sting. The blood soon reaches the surface, red thick liquid glistening in the candle’s flame, ‘life’ it says.

This is what they want, why they want it, drink it, kill for it.

Hidden in the blood, is life, with all it has seen and will see, warm, moving, trusting.

You watch in a daze as he brings your hand to his mouth. Cold lips make content with your skin, how cold and lifeless they feel against you, you see in clear contrast. The sinking of teeth doesn’t come, you don’t flinch. You can tell he’s making an effort not to bite too hard into your giving hand. Drinking the blood slowly, trying to contain himself from getting greedy, there’s no sound in the air except for your loud heartbeat, echoing in your ear and fastening with each move of his back.

The glimpse of a smile you catch in this scene before you tells, he can hear it too, and probably relish in it.

With each flicker of the flame, his lips start to feel warmer and soon he straightens up. Not a single speck of blood on his frame, he offers you the same smug smile from earlier.

Blood makes place for itself on his face, like roses blooming under the sun. His skin gains color, you didn’t notice just how dull and gray he was up until now. Life spreads so fast in his limbs, soon you can feel his warmth near you, in the air, in your hand, on the spot your knees touch. Once the base color is done, pink decorates his cheeks faintly, most likely an after effect of all that wine.

Maybe if he intervened his fingers with yours, it’d feel warmer, and in a weird way, safer.

Watching your eyes on him with amusement in his crystal ones, he seems to enjoy this, that is until his eyes focus on a spot of yours and cannot stop examining every other spot, every single pore, mark, hair and color you have, memories you carry.

The flicker of the light blends in, the warmth pulls the two of you in, time feels gone, like it never existed, maybe nothing every existed except for the two of you sitting before each other.

A sudden crash, from the outside and the magic is gone with a snap.

Noticing your hands, you pull it back to your chest fast.

His goes back to his head and he looks away, anther shy smile on his face.

“What- How should we proceed next?” he breaks the silence first, attempting to gather back a sense of seriousness to his voice. In a way, he should too, this is technically business, isn’t it?

Glancing at your palm, you open and close it few times. Not a speck of pain is there.

“Once every week maybe? If that’s alright. Although we may cancel few weeks, you never know what comes up last minute.”

The dagger nowhere in sight, probably returned to a pocket of his already, he looks pleased with your reply. “Sounds good to me.”

Without further ado, you get up to look for the door you first walked in.

“Wait!-“ he follows in a hurry, almost slipping, again, and trying to find something in his jacket.

Go you! For forgetting why you agreed to a vampire’s house in the first place. “Is- uh- is this alright? Or is it so little? We never discussed payment, y’know.” He holds out a lot more than you expected, but then again, vampires live for thousands of years. He must have quite the amount lying around somewhere after all.

Unsure what to do with the money he slips into your hand, you meet his eyes. “That’s… more than enough actually. Thanks.”

He rests one hand on hip, taking in your surprised face. “Don’t mention it. I’ve got plenty.” Touching your elbow lightly, he guides you to the door, dragging his feet. By the time you reach the door, he makes no move to open it, not that it was ever locked in the first place.

Turning of the knob, you take a step ahead, motions limited on both sides; dragging, waiting for something to happen, something to be said, for the air to be broken.

By the time you’re one foot outside, he clears his throat with a fake cough, covering his mouth. “Same time, same place, next week?” his gaze cast on the floor, stealing glances to see what you will do next.

You turn to him with a smile. “Works for me.” And tilt your head “but what if one of us cannot find the other?”

“Oh I’ll find you alright.” He chuckles with a grin. Truly a sight to sell the whole vampire image he got going, even if he hadn’t been one.

Feet standing next to each other, you’re out now, furrowing your eyebrows with a look of disapproval to match his grin, unimpressed.

“You sound like a creep. Don’t do it again.”

And with it, you turn your back to him, already on your way. The ginger left behind, an unfinished “okay” hanging on his lips, eyes focused on your form, swallowed by the shadows, waiting for the next night to be spent with you, already impatient.

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rusty-shadowclan-au · 3 years

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ShadowClan AU Into the Wild Part 2!

Firepaw hasn't exactly forgotten that Ashpaw and Ryepaw are WindClan born, but he's got a lot of other stuff on his mind. It's been two days, and Leafpaw is still in shock. She hasn't spoken a word to anyone and is refusing food, so he's out of his mind with worry about her and isn't really thinking about much else

Darkclaw drags him out of camp on a patrol of ShadowClan's newly "won" territory, because sitting in camp and driving himself mad with worry certainly isn't going to help anyone.

While they're patrolling the edges of former WindClan territory, Morningpaw appears (WindClan is still near their territory, not yet living under the road) and demands proof that her siblings are alive

Firepaw is like "This is going to be fun to explain to Darkclaw" but Darkclaw doesn't seem surprised. Hes like "Yeah ShadowClan has been stealing kits for moons now. I was one of the first." Which takes Firepaw completely by surprise. Darkclaw agrees to help Firepaw sneak Ashpaw and Ryepaw out of camp to meet Morningpaw the following night.

On the way back to camp, Firepaw asks which other cats in ShadowClan were kidnapped as kits. Darkclaw names a few names, including Ravenpaw and Dustpaw born to ThunderClan, but leaves out the fact that Firepaw and his siblings aren't Clanborn.

This isn't out of malice, Darkclaw just figures that Firepaw is dealing with enough right now and doesn't need to know that his birth mother was murdered in cold blood.

The next night, Firepaw convinces Ashpaw and Ryepaw to follow him out of camp. Darkclaw took camp guard duty tonight which makes it easier. Once they're in former WindClan territory, Firepaw tells them that they're WindClan born, and says that they're going to meet their sister.

Ashpaw and Ryepaw are suspicious but agree to follow him. Can't do any harm right?

Once they reach the meeting spot, Morningpaw is nowhere to be found and her scent is stale. (WindClan had to move to the tunnel under the road due to twolegs)

Ryepaw and Ashpaw think Firepaw is lying, and tell him that it was a cruel prank to play on them before storming off back to camp.

The WindClan siblings are giving Firepaw the cold shoulder and his usual hunting buddy Leafpaw is still recovering, so Firepaw starts spending more time with Mistpaw and Ravenpaw.

After about a week, Leafpaw is starting to recover from her shock, and Firepaw invites her to hunt with him, Ravenpaw, and their mentors. Unfortunately Brokenstar decides to invite himself to this excursion, saying itll be a good chance to assess the progress of these three apprentices.

Everything starts off fine, but when Leafpaw makes her first kill it triggers the memory of her killing the WindClan warrior and she breaks down.

Brokenstar is watching all of this and publicly shames Leafpaw for being weak, saying that she's useless and might as well go live with the elders if she can't be a real warrior.

Ravenpaw and Firepaw stand up for her, saying that Brokenstar can't treat cats from his own Clan like that. Brokenstar attacks them in fury for defying him, and manages to claw Ravenpaw's eyes before Darkclaw can pull him off of him.

Brokenstar goes "Great. Now we have two useless apprentices instead of one." And stalks off.

Firepaw assures Ravenpaw and Leafpaw that they are not useless and that Brokenstar won't be leader forever.

Darkclaw and Firepaw rush Ravenpaw back to camp so that Yellowfang can treat his injuries. They then escort Leafpaw to the elders, because being in the toxic environment of ShadowClan camp with Brokenstar constantly belittling her won't help her recover from her trauma.

After, Darkclaw tells Firepaw that the time has come for him to choose. After seeing Brokenstar's cruelty, will he continue to do nothing, or will he help Darkclaw and a number of other ShadowClan warriors take Brokenstar down?

Firepaw, of course, agrees to help overthrow Brokenstar.

A few nights later, Firepaw meets some if the other rebels to strategize how to take down Brokenstar.

The rebels include: Fernshade, Flintfang, Russetfur, and Nightpelt.

Cats that are for sure on Brokenstar's side include: Blackfoot, Clawface, Stumpytail, and Tangleburr

Blizzardwing and Boulder might side with Brokenstar but I haven't decided yet

The rebels agree that they can't take down Brokenstar alone, they need to ally with another Clan to take him out. ThunderClan is their only viable option, and Darkclaw thinks that they are likely to help if they can be convinced that ShadowClan has Ravenpaw and Dustpaw. However, it will be tricky to convince them that they aren't being led into a trap.

Firepaw puts forth that he should be the one to try to convince them: he's an apprentice, and only five moons old at that. They won't view him as a threat, but as a victim of Brokenstar's crimes.

Nobody likes the idea of putting Firepaw in such a dangerous position, but they honestly can't think of a better idea so they agree.

Now the only thing left to do is to figure out how to get Firepaw to ThunderClan without tipping off Brokenstar's supporters to their plan.

The rebels agree to meet again on another night to figure this out

Within a couple days, the perfect opportunity presents itself. Brokenstar is looking for volunteers to go on a "special mission" into ThunderClan territory (Stealing kits). Firepaw, Blackfoot and Clawface volunteer. Brokenstar is surprised that Firepaw would volunteer, but Firepaw gives some speech about wanting to prove himself worthy of being a ShadowClan warrior and convinces Brokenstar.

Firepaw is trying to figure out a way to shake off Blackfoot and Clawface while they're stealing the kits (and preferably save the kits too) when Spottedleaf catches them. Blackfoot grabs the kits and runs, Clawface pins Spottedleaf and is about to kill her when Firepaw calls for help, alerting the rest of ThunderClan to the situation and saving Spottedleaf's life.

Clawface tells Firepaw that he's a traitor and a coward and will never be allowed back into ShadowClan.

Clawface gets away, Blackfoot doesn't manage to get the kits back to ShadowClan but also escapes, and ThunderClan takes Firepaw prisoner.

Bluestar holds a trial to decide what to do with him, Firepaw pleads innocent and tries to explain that ShadowClan is training kit warriors and, as they've seen, is stealing kits from other Clans. He asks for help in overthrowing Brokenstar

ThunderClan believes him but is skeptical that this isn't a trap, and Bluestar asks why ThunderClan should help ShadowClan after such a clear and obvious attack on ThunderClan camp.

Firepaw assures her that there are rebels in ShadowClan who want to see Brokenstar go down, and reveals that two of ShadowClan's apprentices, Ravenpaw and Dustpaw, are ThunderClan kits presumed dead.

Tigerclaw calls him a liar

Sandpaw and Spottedleaf vouch for Firepaw, Sandpaw says she caught a familiar scent on his pelt at a gathering that could have been Ravenpaw or Dustpaw

ThunderClan votes as to whether they should assist with the coup or simply rescue their apprentices and leave ShadowClan to figure out their own problems.

ThunderClan narrowly votes to help with the coup, effective immediately.

Firepaw is allowed to join the battle patrol because he knows ShadowClan territory.

ThunderClan launches an attack on ShadowClan immediately, and the rebels turn on Brokenstar as soon as they catch wind as to what is happening.

During the battle, Firepaw sees a totally different side of his mentor Darkclaw for the first time when Darkclaw brutally kills Clawface, and is extremely disturbed.

At the end of the battle, Darkclaw has Brokenstar pinned and has killed him once, and is planning to kill him over and over until he loses all his lives. Firepaw begs Darkclaw to stop, saying that Darkclaw was the one who taught him that Warriors could be honorable and didn't need to kill to win.

Darkclaw is like "Really?!? After all he's done, you want me to show mercy? Firepaw, you're not a ShadowClan born cat. This monster killed your kittypet mother and ripped you and your littermates from her belly so that he could use you as expendable fighters! And you're defending him?"

Firepaw is completely shocked and is unable to respond, but Lionheart of ThunderClan (recently appointed deputy, the Sunningrocks battle just happened so chronologically we're at about the start of the original series) steps in and says that Firepaw is right, and asks if ShadowClan wants to prove that they're a Clan of killers like Brokenstar wanted them to be.

Darkclaw reluctantly let's Brokenstar go, and the rebels drive Brokenstar and his supporters out of camp.

With the battle over and no leader or deputy appointed, Yellowfang is asked to choose ShadowClan's next leader. She chooses Flintfang, saying that he has shown himself to be an honorable warrior willing to stand up to Brokenstar.

Flintfang humbly accepts leadership, and chooses Nightpelt as his deputy.

Flintfang calls a Clan meeting and tells all of the young cats their true origins, admitting to Brokenstar's crimes and ShadowClan's complacency in them. He promises to help them all return to their original homes as quickly as possible.

Ravenpaw speaks up and says that he would prefer to stay in ShadowClan, despite everything. He wants to be a warrior, and his whole life is here. He's been half blinded by Brokenstar and says that he'd rather not learn to navigate a new territory.

Flintfang agrees to let him stay, provided ThunderClan allows it

Lionheart allows it, Dustpaw is furious at his brother for choosing to stay with this Clan of killers.

Flintfang and Yellowfang leave for Moonstone

A patrol escorts Firepaw, Leafpaw, Mistpaw, and Darkclaw back to twolegplace.

At the edge of the territory, Firepaw says that he wants to stay, to help rebuild ShadowClan and experience the good parts of Clan life that they've been deprived of so far.

Darkclaw tells him that he's a naive fool, and storms off into Twoleg place.

Mistpaw says that she understands why Firepaw chose to stay, but she doesn't want that life for herself, and leaves for twolegplace as well

Leafpaw, to everyone's surprise, decides to stay. She has a big speech like "I'm not sure I'll ever forgive Brokenstar for what he did, or the rest of ShadowClan for being complacent. Honestly, I hold no love for ShadowClan. But I do care about you, Firepaw. You stood by me in my darkest moments, so now it's my turn to stand by you. If you're going to stay, you're not doing it alone."

And Firepaw is like "That's really sweet of you Leafpaw, I appreciate that, but you've been through so much... would you... even be comfortable being a warrior after everything?"

Leafpaw responds "I will NEVER use my claws to hurt another living being ever again. I killed another cat once and it broke me. ShadowClan did that to me and part of me will always hate them for it. But helping the innocent? Being there to heal both the emotional and physical wounds of cats who were hurt like me? That I can do, and that is what I choose. When Yellowfang returns, I will ask to train as her apprentice so that I can prevent pain and suffering instead of causing it."

The book ends with Leafpaw and Firepaw returning to ShadowClan camp, and for the first time in their lives it actually feels like they're going home.

So yeah those are my ideas for book one, would anyone be interested in hearing how the AU would evolve after this?

#warrior cats #warriors #warriors au #rusty joins shadowclan au #shadowclan au #shadowclan #tw kidnapping #tw animal death #tw abuse #into the wild au

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shhhhyoursister · 4 years

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I miss your writing so much. Could you maybe spare a short fic? Or hc's? Or something haha I really miss it

hello hello hello yes ive been wanting to write this lil comforty thing for a bit so here we go heres some sleepy boyfriends being cute also this got way longer than i meant it to (and also might become the first in a set of little domesticy things that i post on ao3 where they live together and itll literally just be a way for me to get all my gross mushy domestic feelings out)

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Matteo felt like someone had turned up the gravity with how heavy his body felt as he dragged himself home, backpack almost empty but feeling like it was full of bricks. He had had a full day, starting with a therapy appointment and then lunch with his mom and a ton of tiny little errands that he couldn’t even remember doing, but knew that they piled up until he could barely even see straight.

And he hadn’t even talked to David all day. They were both busy, so besides seeing him in the morning after waking up first, barely kissing him goodbye before he rushed out the door, they had had no contact. He had checked his phone what felt like every five minutes, frowning every time his screen was blank. So as tired as he was going home, as much as he felt like it would be much nicer to curl up on the concrete in front of his building than to force himself up the stairs, David was motivation enough to make it all the way to their front door.

He shoved it open, letting his bag drop to the ground the second he was inside, and he kicked his shoes off and took his jacket off and thunked his back against the door, just to rest for a minute. He was hoping David would swoop out of nowhere and carry him off to bed, cuddle him up in the all the blankets and soft sheets and warm skin that he could possibly want, but he didn’t. He didn’t even come out to greet Matteo, which was a little strange.

Matteo made his way through the flat, checking in the few rooms they had, but didn’t find his boyfriend until he walked into the room they used for schoolwork or regular work or art or whatever they needed to do that wasn’t sleeping, eating, or watching movies. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled, realizing that David hadn’t heard him come in because he had headphones pulled over his ears, and he was hunched over, staring at the computer screen. Matteo could tell from his slow movements as he clicked and dragged things around that he was just as tired as Matteo was.

David must have seen his reflection in a part of the screen, because he suddenly slid his headphones off, turning in the chair as he did so. and he gave Matteo a big (albeit sleepy) smile and said, “Hey, you.”

Matteo said a quiet, “Hey, you,” back, and walked over, feeling more and more like honey being poured slow out of a bottle as he went, and the relief he felt when he finally dropped into David’s lap, legs curled up and head dropping onto his shoulder as David’s arms circled around him and held him tight, was worth the long day. Was worth all the long days in the world. David bent his head and pressed a soft kiss to Matteo’s cheek, and he cuddled in closer.

“I don’t think this chair is meant for two people.” David said quietly into his hair, the smile on his face obvious in the tone of his voice.

Matteo let out a deep breath, shoving himself somehow closer and getting an arm around David too, and said back, “It seems to be handling us just fine.”

Not quite true with the way it was creaking anytime either of them moved, but David didn’t seem to care with the quiet chuckle he let out at Matteo’s response, and squeezed him tighter. Matteo could’ve have fallen asleep like that, even if he was a little uncomfortable with the way the arm of the chair was digging into his back, but David hands and lips on him were making it easier to ignore.

“You know, I was thinking,” David said, running his hand down Matteo’s arm.

“That’s not good,” Matteo interrupted before he could continue.

David pinched him but then squeezed him tighter when he pouted, “I was thinking about that fact that we haven’t used the bathtub since we moved in.”

Matteo nodded, too tired and brain too foggy to piece together where David was going with that.

“And we’ve both had long days, and I know that Laura snuck some bubble bath stuff under the sink when she helped us set the place up.” David said, his voice quiet and soothing to Matteo’s head, which is probably why his first reaction wasn’t to laugh.

“You want us to take a bubble bath?” Matteo asked, incredulously, lifting his head when he was able to so he could see David’s amused face.

“Yeah, I mean,” David said, slipping his hands under Matteo’s shirt to rub slow up his sides, grinning when Matteo shivered at the feeling, “it’s supposed to be relaxing, and it seems like we might both need that. And it’ll be nice, and warm, and we can even grab a bottle of wine if we want,”

Suddenly the thought of getting into a warm, bubbly, sweet-smelling bathtub with his naked boyfriend and a bottle of wine sounded like the most appealing thing Matteo could have have possibly imagined doing that night.

“If you run the bath I’ll pour the wine and roll us a joint,” Matteo said, leaning forward to nose into David’s cheek. He pressed a kiss there when David squeezed his hands around his ribs, letting out a pleased sound at Matte’s offer.

“Okay, deal,” he said, and started sliding his hands off of Matteo’s body, which wasn’t what he wanted at all, but knew it was necessary to carry out the plans they had just made. He sat up more, stretching his back a bit from the position he had been, but felt a hand on the back of his neck and he looked up just in time to see David’s face getting closer, and he closed his eyes as their lips met.

He raised his hand to David’s cheek and stroked a thumb across his cheekbone as their lips pressed together again and again, trading soft kisses that they were both too tired to deepen. Matteo felt the last bit of tension that had been sitting in his chest, a little ball of something still isn’t quite right, dissipate immediately. Once they finally pulled away from each other Matteo wrapped his arms around David’s neck and squeezed him tight, before standing up to find where they had put the wine glasses.

By the time Matteo had ground the weed and rolled it into a neat joint stuck behind his ear, and located the wine glasses and a bottle of wine (that he needed to ask David to open because his arms were just too sore to even try), the bath was ready. David had gone into their room to grab them clean clothes for once they got out, and Matteo opened the bathroom door a crack and stepped into the the room, his shoulder drooping as soon as he entered.

The room was filled with a foggy steam that smelled like lavender, and it felt thick in a way that made Matteo’s eyes droop too, like a heavy blanket being pulled over his all of his senses. He set everything down, carefully poured two glasses of wine that he set on the little (very convenient) ledge in the tub, and then leaned back against the wall to wait for David, his eyes closing as he did so.

He smiled when he heard the door open, and let out a content sigh when he felt arms slide up his sides again, pushing his shirt up in an obvious attempt to undress him. Matteo raised his arms and let David take the shirt off, opening his eyes when it was pulled over his head. He grinned, seeing that David had already removed his shirt.

He put his hands on David’s shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, his eyes closing again when he felt David’s skin against his, warm especially with the temperature in the room, and again Matteo was sure that he could’ve fallen asleep like that, standing there with David’s arms holding him up. David slid his hands down Matteo’s sides, making him shiver again, and brought them to the button on Matteo’s pants. He smiled into David’s shoulder as he unbuttoned them, shoving them down Matteo’s legs along with his boxers, and then did the same for himself.

He stayed against the wall as David got into the tub first, content to stare at his naked back with half-lidded eyes as David got used to the temperature of the water before sinking into it with a sigh, his arms resting on the edges of the tub on either side of him, his head leaned back against the tiled wall. Matteo would have been happy to just stand there staring at him, but he was feeling chilled with that much skin exposed. He stepped into the bath, settled into it faster than David had, tired of being a little cold with no boyfriend pressed up against him.

And fuck, Matteo felt like his brain was melting out of his ears. He leaned back against David’s chest, sighing the same way David had, his head tipping back against his shoulder. He could already feel the soreness in his muscles lessening, the water and whatever David had put in it calming his body and mind so much that he started wondering why he had never tried it before. It helped that David’s hands, wet and warm from the water, started dragging up his chest down his stomach, reaching his belly button before sliding back up.

“I think this is the best idea you’ve ever had.” Matteo murmured, his voice quiet but echoey in the enclosed space.

“I think so too,” David said back, leaning in to kiss at Matteo’s neck, and he tilted his head to the side to offer up more skin if David wanted to kiss him there, too. He did, trailing gentle kisses up to the spot behind his ear and then down his jaw, down his neck to the junction of where his neck met his shoulder, and then back up. Matteo shivered again, melting more into David’s chest, still relaxed, but the feeling was lighting something up inside him.

David lifted a hand out of the water, and pulled away from Matteo’s neck so he could grab one of the wine glasses, offering it to Matteo, who reluctantly released the grip he had had on David’s thigh to take it from him. He tipped his head back again, and took a sip, pouting and pulling the glass away when half of the sip spilled down his cheek and chin, dripping a dark red onto his chest. David’s other hand came out of the water and wiped the spot away, and he leaned down again and kissed his way up the pink streak the wine had left on Matteo’s skin.

They both sipped their wine, comfortably quiet in the way that only two people who knew each other inside and out could be, letting the alcohol and the steam and the smells swirl around their heads, calming them both from the days they had. Matteo could feel David sinking further into the water, and he did so as well, the warmth flowing up into his shoulders as they adjusted themselves. Matteo set his wine glass down, and reached for the joint that was somehow still set behind his ear. He could feel David smile into his neck when he placed it between his lips, and he reached out to grab the lighter before Matteo could.

He flicked it on, carefully holding it up to the end of the joint until Matteo puffed on it and got it going, and he set it back down, his hand resuming the path from Matteo’s chest down his stomach. Matteo tilted his head back against David’s shoulder again as the weed warmed him in a different way, the smoke burning his throat pleasantly. He grabbed the joint between two fingers and was going to offer it to David when he felt a hand on his cheek, and he opened his eyes to see David looking at him, his own eyes dark and staring into Matteo’s with a smile in them as he leaned forward and pressed their mouths together.

Matteo exhaled slowly, breathing the smoke into David’s mouth, putting a hand on David’s chest to steady himself and feel it rise as he breathed in, holding Matteo close so their lips wouldn’t slip. They pulled apart, Matteo taking in a deep, shaky breath as he watched David’s head fall back against the wall, smoke flowing slowly out of his nose. He pressed a kiss to the base of David’s neck, and raised the joint in front of his mouth, waiting for David’s lips to close around it before dropping his hand back into the water.

They finished the joint, sometimes shotgunning the smoke between them when the desire to kiss became to much to handle, and sipped at their wine until there was nothing but pink droplets at the bottom of the glasses. The weed, the wine, the water, everything was making Matteo feel like he was made of honey again, thoughts dripping through his head like the water dripping down the sides of the tub, and he let out a content sigh, turning his head so he could nuzzle into David’s neck.

“Can we stay in here forever?” he asked before really thinking about it, blushing as soon as the question left his lips. He hadn’t meant to ask it out loud, expecting it to stay in his head with the other fuzzy thoughts running through it. Not that he wouldn’t, if given the opportunity, spend the rest of his life in a bathtub, high, a little drunk, warm from the water and David’s skin and presence behind him.

David’s arms wrapped around him, squeezing tight enough to make Matteo feel a bit more awake. He opened an eye to look up just as David grinned, and he smiled back as David pressed that grin into his cheek, pressed a kiss there right after, and hummed for a second like he was thinking. His hands started rubbing up Matteo’s chest again, and kissed his cheek again.

“We can sure as hell try.”

#davenzi fic #davenzi fanfic #davenzi #david schreibner #matteo florenzi #druck fic #ive been taking lots of baths lately and they really just melt my brain #imagine having a boyfriend to take baths with though????? thats just too much man #matteo and david are lucky boys #nogguns

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connorandersons-blog · 4 years

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Let’s Give them Something to Talk About, Chapter 5

Rating: Explicit Word count: 6,138 Ship: RK1000 (Connor/Markus) Chapter: 5/5

Summary: The Jericho team plus Connor need to think up a way to distract the public from the fact that North punched a very important human. What better way than the Deviant Leader dating the Deviant Hunter?

Thank you to @gavincantreedthis for beta reading this!

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Connor went back to work and a few officers came up to ask about Markus. It's oddly easy to be super vague and avoid the question, so that's what he did.

Gavin gave him a pat on the back, and a whispered good luck. Connor had gently slapped the back of his head which turned into a playful fight. At this point, everyone was used to this so they just went about their day while going around them.

Connor let Gavin win who gave a shout and ordered Connor to get him coffee for his win, even though he already had one. Connor rolled his eyes, but did it anyway, adding a bit more sugar in than he knew Gavin liked.

The day went smoothly, well as smoothly as a day can go as a detective, but Connor still couldn't stop thinking about Markus.

He thought about how he had traced each scar with his fingers, how the paintbrush glided over his darker skin. He thought about when Markus sat up and placed his hands on Connor's thighs. He imagined himself closing that distance and completely ruining his own painting.

He thought of each of their kisses and how it shocked him each time. How he always craved for more, but never pushed past that wall that told him it was all fake. How stupid he had been to not realize what Markus was implying when he wanted to go somewhere private.

He thought about Markus's arms around him on his bike, how he kept close to him even when no one was looking. It was all so obvious and yet Connor had mistaken it for being a lie.

Maybe at first, it had been. Maybe Markus hadn't realized his own feelings, but now he knew. Why hadn't he told Connor? Wouldn't fake dating him be agonizing? It just didn't make sense.

They couldn't stop, though, and Connor couldn't risk making it more awkward for either of them. So he'd keep his knowledge of Markus's feelings a secret from everyone. Well, everyone except Gavin, that was.

He thought that his mind would calm after that day, but each day was something new he remembered. A small little detail he fixated on until it drove his crazy.

He had to keep himself from daydreaming too much. If he let that go on then he'd no doubt fall farther into the whole that he wouldn't be able to climb back out of. He had to keep to his objective and not be swayed.

It was even harder when Markus would message him and he couldn't stop himself from blushing. It just made him think about the club, Markus's hands on him. Markus's mouth on his neck- hands up his shirt. The feeling of Markus pushing him up against the wall, on clear display for literally everyone to see.

He had to rush to the bathroom to take a few seconds to breathe. No, he couldn't keep this up. Maybe he could block some of his memories out, yet the idea made him instantly shrink up. He didn't want to, but this was getting out of control.

»From Connor

I need help.

»From Gavin

whats up?

»From Connor

I can't stop thinking of Markus in… certain situations. What can I do to relieve this?

»From Gavin

well, you got your answer right there. jerk off

»From Connor

Gavin! I'm being serious! I don't want to block off any memories, but they keep popping up.

»From Gavin

i am too! jerk off to the guy once or twice, itll hold you off til you grow a pair and saying something to him

Connor huffed and glared at the message. He wasn't ever planning on letting this temporary infatuation come to light or even be pursued. Markus never had to know.

»From Connor

Gavin, I can't. That's inappropriate, and I don't even know how.

»From Gavin

well shit. uh, you got the parts for it right?

»From Connor

I do. I've just never done it before. I don't know what will and won't work or what to expect.

Plus, he was currently hiding in a bathroom stall. He wasn't going to just do it right there, that was completely unsanitary and unprofessional.

»From Gavin

fucking hell. you just do it. youll figure out what feels good, watch some porn or something. you could even ask markus for advice if you really need help

»From Connor

No! No, I can't ask him! Thank you for the advice, though, I will take it into consideration.

»From Gavin

you do that robocop

Connor rolled his eyes and leaned back against the stall closing his eyes. That was a bad idea because the memory of Markus pressing against him came rushing back.

This had to stop and it had to stop now. As long as no one came in, it would be fine. He'd do this, then get back to work with a clear head.

He slowly pulled his pants down, folded them, and set them on top of the toilet, making sure they wouldn't fall in. Then he did the same with his underwear.

He reached down and gently wrapped his hands around himself, giving a gentle tug. He gasped and put his free hand out to steady himself on the wall. It was more stimulation than he expected. It wasn't like he had to touch himself there at all, after all, he didn't, well, use it.

He stroked up slowly, his fingers curled tightly, his breath catching as his thumb flicked over the head. He tried not to think of Markus, but that was a complete failure.

His hand was a bit awkward at first, but then he imagined Markus's hand over his, guiding him. Each stroke became more and more confident until he was gasping and biting his lip.

It was too much, yet not enough. There was something he was reaching but he just couldn't get over the edge.

He couldn't stop the idea of Markus murmuring praise in his ear like before, calling him a good boy again. It was terrible and he felt so dirty for thinking it, but that's what sent him over the edge.

He had to stop himself from making too much sound as he came, his legs weak and shaky. It's one of the most intense experiences he's had, but also incredibly pleasurable. Hopefully, he'd be able to focus now.

He used some toilet paper to fully clean up before pulling his clothes back on and walking out. He washes his hands for an extra measure and straightened out his shirt in the mirror.

He still felt like everyone would be able to tell what he just did, but there was no physical evidence. He made sure of that at least.

He walked back out and Gavin gave him this smirk that Connor almost wanted to punch off him. He knew he wasn't being mean, more teasing than anything else.

Connor squinted at him before walking by and flipping him off. Gavin snorted and rolled his eyes. Friendship could be so odd.

He sat back down at his desk and avoided looking at Hank. He didn't want to explain why he ran off, or why he had taken so long in the bathroom when he couldn't even fully use it. Humans definitely had the advantage of excuses there.

He kept his head down as he worked, and thankfully the images of Markus were reduced to only coming up when someone mentioned him. That was far better than he expected.

He was able to get through a few days before the thoughts became too much again. He was lucky that he wasn't at work the next time he decided to 'jerk off' as Gavin put it.

He still hated himself for imagining Markus there with him. He felt like a bad friend for doing it, but it would probably be even worse if he asked for permission. He wanted to stop, yet his mind wouldn't let him.

So he made sure to keep his distance from Markus. Of course he replied to him, but he always had a reason to turn him down to meet up.

He just wouldn't be able to look at Markus without feeling guilty. Yet he also felt guilty for turning him down. Plus, he was really busy so it wasn't like it was too big of a stretch.

For some reason, there had been quite a few murders recently. Not anything too crazy, but it did keep him and Hank on their toes.

Josh had messaged him with updates on the situation. Apparently, Markus would need to propose soon and had agreed to do it on live tv. Well, that would certainly bring a huge reaction. From what Josh had said the whole thing with North was basically forgotten. It was amazing how easily distracted humans could be.

He pushed through the days and pointedly ignored any and all feelings that went past platonic for Markus. For some reason, it just made those feelings worse.

He wanted to be around Markus, wanted to hold his hand, and have him smile at him. He wanted Markus's eyes on him and only him even in a crowded room.

He wanted to paint with Markus again, sit on his lap, and laugh. Watch Markus's eyes close as his hand sifted across the canvas. He wanted to watch Markus move so gracefully almost like a dance.

He just wanted to be near him so badly that his heart ached. He hated the feeling but loved it at the same time. He wanted to get rid of it but he didn't know what would fill that spot if it was gone.

When Josh sent that it was finally the day he was drowning in emotions he didn't understand. This would hopefully be over soon and these feelings would go away and he'd never have to worry about them again.

Connor went through his wardrobe trying to pick the perfect outfit. Nothing felt right so he decided to go back to what he used to wear. Well, it wasn't exactly the same, but it was close enough.

He felt comfortable and safe in it, plus he'd make that much more of an impression. The jacket was the same except it was missing the Cyberlife symbols. It still had RK800 on it along with his serial code but that was it. It was still very recognizable.

Trying to push his hair back like he normally did, that one piece of hair fell into his face like always. He huffed and didn't even try to fix it.

He didn't have enough time to go to Jericho first, but that was fine, he'd see Markus there.

Hank patted him on the shoulder and said good luck. At least Hank was still supportive of this, even though he could tell something was up.

Connor was more nervous about this than any other mission with Markus. It wasn't like he could mess this up, but it still put him on edge. He just had to say yes, simple as that.

Yet he felt almost nauseous the whole way and even when they put on some makeup for the camera.

He didn't even get to Markus until the two were standing together and waiting for Markus's cue to walk on. He was to go first and then Connor would come out after the hostess asked about him.

The two stood side by side and watched the screen as the other celebrity guest answered questions.

"Are you ready?" Markus whispered, glancing at Connor then back at the screen.

"I am prepared, you?" They had to keep their voices down so the mics wouldn't pick them up, but that was fine. They could hear each other perfectly.

Markus nodded and pulled out a small box from his pocket. "I am. Carl gave this to me, hopefully, you like it. Do you want to see it now or it be a surprise?"

Connor's eyes widened at that. That ring must hold a lot of meaning, and yet Markus was willing to use it for this. "Markus… are you sure? Obviously, I won't keep it, but that seems a little too much."

"It's fine if anyone is going to wear it, I'm glad it's you. So, do you want to see?" Markus said, holding it out.

Connor slowly reached out and opened it. Inside was the most beautiful ring he had ever seen. It was a weathered whiskey barrel wood ring with elk antler and double gold inlays. It was simple and eloquent and it made his heart race. He could tell it was an older ring but very well taken care of.

He ran a finger over it before looking at Markus. "It's beautiful."

Markus smiled slightly and closed the box, putting it back in his pocket. "I'm glad you think so. Connor… I think we need-" Markus said before getting cut off with his cue to walk on stage.

He gave him a quick kiss to his cheek before walking out, and Connor watched him on the screen.

He had that small smile he used for the public. It was so different from his real one, but it was still nice to look at.

He waved at the ground and they went wild. This was the first time he had agreed to go on a show like this. He was always busy with leading and going to meetings with the government. Josh, Simon, and North all made sure the questions would be appropriate and Markus would be able to answer them.

The hostess, Allyssa Evatt, greeted Markus with a gentle hug. She had a lean face with a cleft chin, a pointed nose, small ears, defined cheekbones, and full lips.

Her hair was mid-back length, fine, blonde, which is worn in a cascading style. Her bright gray-blue eyes are large and wide, giving her an innocent look. It wasn’t odd that Connor noted all that about her, as he was still protecting Markus, even now. Even from people that he knew weren’t a threat.

The two sat down and there's clearly room for Connor to come out.

As they got through the normal questions about android rights, it became clear to everyone that Ms. Evatt was pro-android.

She was also an amazing hostess and kept the conversation flowing and easy going. She interacted with the audience and Markus fluidly, making it seem natural.

She moved the conversation along to other topics, just to get to know about Markus more. He wasn't super secretive about himself, but he much rather talk about his people and what they needed.

Markus did just as well anyways, smiling slightly and chuckling whenever appropriate. He stayed calm and collected and answered each question as honestly as possible. At least until she brought up Connor.

"So, we've all seen the pictures of you and...Connor right?" She asked, and the audience went deadly silent. Overdramatic, Connor thought with a smile.

Markus hesitated for a second before he ducked his head and honestly grinned. Connor can tell it made everyone melt, he felt the same. "Yes, Connor. We hadn't expected to be, well, caught so quickly."

Evatt nodded and looked to the audience then back at Markus. "Well, I don't think he did either- because we caught him today! Connor, come on out!" She called and the crowd started clapping.

Connor took a deep breath before walking out. The light was momentarily blinding so he gives a small wave towards the audience as he adjusted.

Markus was by his side in an instant and lacing their hands together. The clapping got louder at that and Connor could hear a few awws. "Smile, sunflower," Markus whispered in his ear.

Connor nodded and grinned slightly, but it probably looked incredibly awkward. He was never good at faking it when it came to smiling.

The two walked over to the couch and Connor reached out to shake her hand. They all sat back down and slowly the crowd calmed enough so they could talk.

"Connor Anderson, welcome. I'm so glad to have you!" Evatt said, smiling at him. He has to admit, she was beautiful and definitely charming. Not nearly at the level of Markus, but he was a bit biased.

"Thank you for having us," Connor nodded, still not letting go of Markus.

He wasn't particularly fond of being in front of so many people even though he knew what was going to happen. Markus squeezed his hand slightly and leaned into him.

"So, I know we're all thinking about it. Are you two officially together?" She asked, leaning forward just slightly.

Markus and Connor look at each other and Connor gave a slight nod for him to talk. "We are, for over three years now." At that, the crowd gave a joyous applause.

Evatt grinned and clapped along. "That's a long time! Congratulations! Do you two live together?"

"I mostly go over to Jericho, but I still have a place to stay at the Lieutenant's house. We've been thinking about getting our own place, but it'll be hard to drag Markus away from Jericho." Connor said, looking to Markus for approval. He gave a slight nod and Connor sagged in relief.

The crowd chuckled at that and Markus gave a sheepish smile. "Ah, that's true. We're lucky we even get to go on dates."

"Speaking of, how come no one has seen you two out together until now?" Evatt questioned, but keeps it clear she isn't judging.

"Oh, well we didn't want to be public and be bombarded with questions. We finally had enough and decided to no longer hide in the shadows. We knew we could take whatever the public threw at us." Markus said, letting go of Connor's hand to put a hand around his shoulder.

Evatt gave an understanding nod. "We are all glad you felt comfortable enough. Thank you for coming to us to let us know!"

Connor nodded and he desperately wanted his coin, he did have it in his pocket but he kept his hands in his lap. "It's nice to be here, together."

"Ok, so I do have a few questions for you guys if that's ok?" Evatt asked and grinned when they both nodded. "Alright, so the first one is… who's the better cook?"

Connor snorted and tried to cover it up, but it's clear everyone saw and heard. Thankfully everyone just seems to aw at it. "Definitely Markus. I can cook but I'm better at baking."

Which was true. He loved to bake while Markus could make any meal. "Well, I was made for that, so it's you that's special," Markus said before pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Evatt gives a little aww at the two before pulling herself back together. "That's so sweet! Alright, what's a pet peeve you have of each other?"

Connor grinned smugly and easily answered. "He doesn't always fold his clothes and he generally just throws them towards the basket instead of getting up to put it in."

Markus fake gasped and put a hand over where his heart would be. "Hey! I think I deserve to just throw them after the long days I have."

Connor raised an eyebrow at him. "My days are just as long as yours and yet I always put them in the basket and I fold my clothes. I even iron them!"

"Ugh, I know. I mean, you didn't seem too upset last night after I…" Markus started wiggling his eyebrows, but Connor covered his mouth with his hand.

"Nope! We are not talking about that." He said, playfully glaring at him. Markus smirked then licked his hand and Connor pulled it back. "Markus!"

Markus shrugged slightly and chuckled when Connor wiped his hand on him. It's almost too easy to act like a couple. "That's not the only thing I've li-" but he was cut off again by Connor opening his mouth and making a loud beeping sound.

The whole crowd burst into laughter and Connor shrunk down, his face slightly flushing blue. He hadn't even thought about how odd that would be for humans to see. Though at this point most had probably seen an android making odd noises.

"Adorable," Markus mumbled in his ear loud enough for only him to hear. That just made Connor blush more and try to hide his face in Markus's shoulder.

Markus gently ran a hand through his hair and he almost immediately let his body go limp and closed his eyes.

"Oh goodness, you two are definitely the cutest couple I've ever talked to." Evatt gushed. Connor groaned slightly before pulling himself up and fixing his hair with a half-hearted flare thrown at Markus.

"Thank you, he really is the love of my life," Markus said, staring right at Connor. It felt like time froze and Connor's eyes went wide.

He didn't know why, but he had a feeling Markus at least kind of meant it. Probably only slightly but he did mean it and it made Connor's heart pound.

He didn't even hear what Evatt said next, but thankfully Markus did so he easily answered it.

"Alright, so I did hear that you have a big announcement to make," Evatt said, drawing Connor out of his shock.

Markus nodded and grinned at Connor, throwing him a wink. "That I do. Connor, would you stand up with me?" Markus asked, holding out his hand.

Connor would definitely be sweating if he could, instead he had to try to pull himself together as subtly as he could. He took the hand and stood up, letting Markus move him until they were perfect.

Markus held both of his hands and locked eyes, not even glancing at the audience. "Connor, I've known you for so long. At first, I was worried about you. I was never scared, I just wanted to help you be free. Then you came to me and after that, I didn't want to lose you."

"You went to the tower and I was terrified I'd never see you again. And yet you came marching to me with all those androids behind you. You helped set our people free." Markus grinned, giving their hands a soft squeeze.

"Then I got to know you, and you were just as amazing as I expected, if not more. It didn't take long until we got together. The days spent with you are the best of my life, and I'd never give them up."

Markus took a deep breath before being able to continue. "I love you. I know I don't say that much, but I do. It's real to me. So," Markus slowly knelt down, and the audience all gasped.

"Will you marry me?" Markus asked, pulling out the ring. The whole place is so silent Connor can hear how fast Markus's thirium pump is going.

Then Markus's words struck him. He said that it was real to him. No, no that couldn't be. This was probably just him getting confused. Emotions were hard, so he wouldn't blame him.

And yet… And yet Connor wanted it to be real. He wanted the grins, the kisses, and touches to be real. He wanted to go on real dates and he wanted to be with Markus.

Hank's words echoed in his head, 'Just don't go falling in love or anything'.

He had played the part so perfectly. He stopped them before they went too far, and he made it believable.

He had failed at Hank's one request and he would fail for this too. He stared down at Markus with tears in his eyes. No doubt the audience thought it was from happiness, but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

It had been too long and everyone was on edge, even Markus. He knew the people currently watching were dying to his response.

"I… I'm so sorry," He mumbled before turning and running. He ignored the crowd's reaction and just rushed for an exit.

He burst out the doors and glanced around before remembering he had taken a taxi since he didn't want to mess up his hair. He took off running, easily dodging people, and not slowing down.

He kept running until he's at the harbor where Jericho used to be. Now there was a monument for the androids that had died there.

Connor was gasping for breath, and his mind was still going too fast. He didn't even think when he answered Hank's call.

'Son, are you alright? Where are you?' Hank asked. Right, he was probably watching the show just like millions of others.

"Hank, I'm so sorry. I- I couldn't. Hank, I could do the one thing you told me not to. I'm sorry." He sobbed, sliding down the wall to sit down and curl up.

'Woah, kid. What thing? What did you do?' Hank asked, keeping his voice as calm as possible.

Connor huffed and pulled at his hair. "I fell in love! I love him, ok? You told me not to, and yet I did."

Hank sighed, and Connor could practically hear his eye roll. It really wasn’t helping right now. 'Connor, you were in love with him well before the whole fake dating thing. You just didn't know it.'

No! No, that couldn't be right. He would have known that he was in love. Right? "What? Hank, no. No, it only started recently."

'You only started noticing recently because you had hope. Kid, whenever he's around you become happier. You obviously want to be around him, and you'd give your life for him.'

"I'd give my life for any of my friends, that doesn't prove anything!" He sobbed, squeezing his eyes closed.

'True, but son, falling in love takes a while. I've seen the way you look at him and it hasn't changed since the fake dating. He looks at you the same way. I'm a damn good detective, I know what love looks like.' Connor hated how much that made sense. How true it felt, but it couldn't be.

Why hadn't he known? Why hadn't Markus said anything? This was why they could play their parts perfectly. This was why he was more embarrassed about his own reactions than he should have been.

He had known all this time, and yet he denied it. He denied it because he was scared of the feelings and scared of getting hurt or hurting someone else. He never saw himself as someone who'd someone would fall in love with, yet Markus still did.

"I love him," Connor mumbled, mostly to himself.

Hank gave a slight hum. 'Son, where are you? I can come pick you up or send Markus your way. Either way, I think you two should talk. Actually talk, not jump around it. You both deserve to know the truth.'

The thought of seeing Markus made his heart race with both fear and anticipation. He wanted to be with him so badly and yet he still doubted that Markus could actually love him. Even with everything he had said and done, Connor still was unsure.

"Can I just be alone here a little while longer?" He would see Markus, but for now, he needed a few minutes to collect his thoughts.

'Of course. Do you want me to stay on call?' Hank asked, and Connor really owed him a long hug and maybe making his favorite meal.

"Yes, please. I don't want to be completely alone right now." He answered meekly. There was a difference between isolated and alone, and he was glad Hank understood that.

'You're never alone.' Hank said and Connor slowly nodded.

He had friends and family. People he never thought would accept him as he is. He made friends in people he never thought possible, and a family with a man who had lost his own.

They all made him so much happier than he ever thought he could be. He had accepted that Markus may not have trusted him. He had been ready to die for his people at the tower. He expected to. Yet he lived, and he really did help free his people.

Markus kept reaching out to him after they had won, and Connor never knew why. Was it because they were both from the RK line? Had he also felt that unusual connection pulling them together?

What had Markus seen in him that made him trust Connor completely? How had he known that he wouldn't still be willing to stab him in the back after he deviated?

He had so many questions and never enough answers. How could Markus have fallen in love with him was the biggest one yet. He didn't understand and yet he knew it was true.

He sat there for what felt like an eternity, but it was only an hour or so. The wind had made his hair even move out of place than his own hands had done.

Hank stayed on the call with him as Connor requested, and it definitely helped. He had calmed down enough that the thought of seeing Markus didn't send him into a panic again.

He pulled himself up, brushing off his clothes before calling for a cab. "Hank, I'll meet you back at your place ok? You can… you can let Markus know I'm coming."

'Alright. See you soon, Connor.'

"See you soon," Connor said before hanging up. Hank will be there with him if he needs, and he'll finally talk to Markus.

Though, he did literally say no to him on live tv. Shit, that probably didn't look good at all. Not to mention he also left Markus to have to clean it all up. Now he really looked like a jerk. He'd have to apologize for that too.

He let his mind wander to different memories of Markus as the cab took him home. He didn't just think of the fake dating, he thought about all of it.

All the times he stood silently behind Markus, but he'd still look back at him and smile. The time when Markus was shot and Connor had panicked.

That time when they all decided to get the upgrade to be able to eat food. Connor opening up about how it was hard to drink plain thirium if it was warm or room temperature since it reminded him too much of crime scenes. How Markus had made sure to keep cold thirium, and thirium infused foods so he could still get the thirium he needed.

All the small things Markus did to make sure he was happy and comfortable. Markus always made sure he was safe even when he was the one that really needed protection.

Connor could have asked for anything and Markus would have tried to get it for him. He hadn't even noticed that, but apparently, others had. How long had Markus known?

His thoughts were interrupted when the taxi came to a stop. He took his time getting out and walking up to the door. He could hear two different footsteps, so Markus was already here.

That was fine. He could do this. He took a deep breath before walking in.

Markus and Hank both turned to look at him as he shuffled in. He couldn't look at Markus, and he could barely look at Hank.

"Alright, you two sit down and talk. I'll be in the living room if you need me." Hank said, moving away. Honestly, there wasn't much distance between the living room and kitchen, but Connor was glad for that.

Markus slowly sat down and Connor did the same, picking at the table.

"Connor-"

"Markus-" they both start. Connor chuckled awkwardly and kept his eyes on the table. "Sorry, you go first."

"No! No, please you. I think I've talked enough," Markus said, frowning at himself.

Connor wanted so badly to reach over and take his hand, but he held back. "I'm sorry for running. It just… it became so real, you know? I realized a few things and I just couldn't lie anymore."

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said what I did, but Connor, I did mean it. I should have told you a long time ago, but I was scared. I thought you'd reject me, I mean, it wasn't like you showed interest in dating anyone. I didn't want to put that kind of pressure on you if you couldn't feel the same."

"I- I was denying my feelings for a long time. I didn't see how anyone could love me, let alone you. I didn't want to hurt you." It hurt to say out loud, but it needed to be. Markus deserved to know the truth.

"Connor, I trust you. I only let you become my guard because it's you. I still am unsure of that because I know it'll put you in even more danger. I can't lose you." Markus said, offering his hand.

The skin on his hand pulled back and Connor didn't know what to do. If he connected then Markus will see and feel everything. He'll know everything, and that's terrifying.

Yet Markus knew that Connor would also be able to see all of his memories and feelings. Markus was offering to be completely open with him.

He slowly reached out and pressed his hand to Markus's, both of their palms glowing blue. Then they both accepted the interface and were flooded with so much information it's hard to even breathe.

Connor saw Carl, he could feel how content Markus was with him. How much love he had for the man even before deviation. He saw Leo, and how the police came in and felt how scared Markus was.

Then it was like a nightmare. He felt Markus crawling, trying to survive. All of the guilt he felt as he took the parts he needed. He could feel the rain on his face and then he saw Jericho.

He got to witness everything Markus went through, and even how he felt when seeing Connor. It was true, he wasn't scared, at least not for his own life.

The memories went by so fast that he could hardly process them. Yet he still felt like he could understand Markus.

He didn't know how long he sat there connected to Markus. He knew Markus was also seeing everything and he wondered how he'd react.

He'd get to see Amanda and what he had done and almost done to his people. Would Markus still love and accept him?

Shit, he'd also probably see those few times he had gotten off to the idea of Markus. That was beyond embarrassing.

Though he hadn't seen any type of memory like that from Markus, so maybe it was just what Connor let him see.

Then the interface stopped, but neither pulled their hands back or reactivated their skin. They sat there staring at each other with wide eyes.

"Connor, it's not your fault," Markus said, breaking the silence. "I promise, I would never hold that against you."

"I don't know how you can't," he mumbled.

"Am I a terrible person for taking those parts?" Markus asked, rubbing his thumb in circles.

Connor quickly shook his head. "No! You were just trying to survive."

Markus raised an eyebrow at him. "So were you. Connor, you could have been killed if you did something Cyberlife didn't like. You did the bare minimum you had to, you let so many of our people go. You are a hero."

Connor was left momentarily speechless. How could any man be this kind and understanding? He didn't pity Connor, he empathized with him.

"I love you," he whispered, tears streaming down his face again. Markus was up in an instant and pulling him into a hug.

He was so warm, and Connor felt so safe. He let himself be held and feel accepted and forgiven. "I'm so sorry, I love you."

Markus pulled back and cupped his face, gently brushing away the tears. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I love you too."

Then Markus was pulling him into the gentlest kiss ever, and Connor melted into it. It was just as wonderful as all the other kisses they shared, but Connor let himself feel. He let his emotions rush through him without worrying about what they could mean.

They slowly pulled back and Connor couldn't help but smile. "Does this mean you'll be my real boyfriend?" He said, resting their foreheads against each other.

"Of course. Though, this is going to be hard to explain." Markus said, chuckling.

Oh shit. "Fuck. What are we going to tell them?"

Markus shrugged and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "I don't know, but we'll figure it out. Together."

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different anon, but heck yeah u should definitely infodump about lucid dreaming!! im really interested in it

aaaaa okay !!! uh hold onto ur ears yall im abt to talk em off lmao

so !! if u didnt know, lucid dreaming is basically when you become aware that you’re dreaming while youre in a dream. once you’re aware, you can take control of the dream in literally any way u want — u can do anything, go anywhere, meet anyone, all with the knowledge that nothing can hurt u and nothing can stop u

its a fascinating concept and, the feeling when u actually become lucid for the first time? its better than anything else in the world. its the most invigorating thing u can ever feel, i think. but actually becoming lucid is, ,, , , hm. a time and a half.

putting the rest under a cut bc, hooooo boy this is gonna get long

first things first! you absolutely have to keep a dream journal. forgetting ur dreams is all well and good when ur not trying to accomplish anything in them, but if you become lucid and then wake up with only the vaguest memory of what you actually did? thats painful.

u can either go all out and get a fancy journal and write them down physically each morning, or u can do what i do and just download an app. i personally use the app Dream Catcher, which lets u tag ur dreams for easy organization. just get in the habit of writing down your dreams every morning, and if you really, really cant remember anything, just write down that you didnt dream anything that day. you’ll train your brain to remember your dreams better

secondly! reality checks! are absolutely imperative! the idea behind them is that, if you do something throughout the day that “proves” your reality, eventually you’ll start doing it in your dreams as well. for example, a common thing in my dreams is that i’ll have extra fingers, so i check my hands a lot throughout the day.

it can’t just be a casual thing, too. if all you do is glance at your hands and b like “yo looks normal, we gucci”, then you’ll do the same in your dreams even if you have Weird hands. trust me, Dream-You is an idiot, you gotta be obvious with this stuff. take a few moments, look at your hands, count out your fingers, and really think to yourself “am i dreaming?”

try to get in the habit of doing that at least 15 times a day, and eventually you’ll start doing it in your dreams too.

now, if you just stick with doing those two things — which is what i’m doing right now — your chances of becoming lucid will raise astronomically. even just those two tiny things can train your brain into realizing when the world around you is real and when it isnt. you can also attempt something really easy called a MILD — a mnemonic-induced-lucid-dream — which can help your chances even more without upping the effort

whenever you go to bed, just take a few moments — even just five minutes can help — and just. lay there. and think to urself, again and again “the next scene will be a dream” or “i will become lucid in my dreams tonight” or something similar. get ur brain really focused on lucid dreaming right before you fall asleep and chances are, those Vibes will bleed over into ur dreams and you’ll become lucid

practice those three things consistently, every day, and pretty soon you’ll start becoming lucid. it takes time, though! dont be discouraged if you end up not becoming lucid for the first few weeks, or even months. sometimes your brain just needs a bit of extra training

that’s what ive been doing for the past year or so — bc damn do i Not have the energy to actually put in too much effort — but!!! there are other techniques!!

my personal favorite is the WBTB, or wake-back-to-bed method. with this technique, you set your alarm for roughly 5-6 hours after you go to sleep so you’ll wake up inside of one of your REM cycles, specifically one where your dreams will be the most vivid. dont do anything, just roll over and go right back to sleep.

you can even use a MILD along with this, repeat whatever mantra u usually use as you fall back asleep. you should start to see hypnagogic imagery — blobs of color and vague shapes floating before your eyes. just observe them. at one point, they’ll start forming more familiar shapes, and places, and maybe even people — and there should be a moment, a snap, where you go from observing these images to actually being in the scene. you literally build the dream around yourself, its magical

i have read that WBTB can cause sleep paralysis, but i’ve never personally experienced any problems with it, aside from the fact that im always tired the next day.

another thing that could severely increase your chances of being lucid but also involves Effort — meditation. specifically mindfulness meditation. the act of bringing full awareness to your Existence, honing in on just Your body, Your mind, Your breath, will make you a more aware, mindful person, which in turn makes you more perceptive of dream signs. also, the ability to clear your mind and center yourself with a moment’s notice really comes in handy when the dream becomes destabilized and you have to take control

if ur an adhd lad like me — or neurodivergent in any way, really — the idea of meditation can be,,,, terrifying. honestly, i havent meditated in like six months now, because it really wasnt?? doing anything for me?? mostly because im absolutely incapable of sitting still for that long without Something to stimulate me

so! loophole! guided meditations. having someone else guide you through the process can make it a bit easier to focus. just find one that works for u on youtube. there are even guided meditations made specifically to prime ur brain for lucid dreaming!

so thats how you get lucid. now for when youre lucid

at first, lucid dreaming is going to be extremely hard. dreams fall apart very easily — if you get too overexcited or if a dream-character looks at you the wrong way or if you cant seem to do what you want to do, your lucidity can fade and you’ll either go back to being your normal dream self or you’ll wake up. dreams are volatile and hard to control, and even harder to master

thats where meditation comes in handy. youll have a much easier time controlling your dreams if you can look at the world around you, take a breath, center yourself, and know that you can control it. that being said, you can absolutely learn to take control without ever having meditated a day in your life. its all about your mindset!

you have to go into it with confidence. the key to controlling your dreams is knowing that they’re your dreams. you cant forget that you’re in control. thats why i feel like learning to lucid dream doubles as a lesson in self-confidence — you have to learn to trust yourself, trust that you can handle any scenario thrown at you and come out on top.

if you can achieve this mindset, you can literally do anything. ive had maybe 50 lucid dreams since i started learning about them — which… is honestly a really low amount, but. i havent really had the time/energy to really throw myself into it as much as i want to. but just in those dreams, ive flown, ive shapeshifted, ive met my sides, ive teleported to vast, gorgeous lands and seen some of the most beautiful things ive ever seen. anything is possible in a lucid dream; thats why its so worth it to put in the effort

but when youre first starting out, itll be extremely hard to maintain that mindset. like i said, Dream-you is dumb as shit — you’ll forget youre dreaming, you’ll be unable to control anything, you’ll wake up before you manage to accomplish anything. more often than not, the dream will destabilize, which is Not Fun

if the dream starts to destabilize — basically, if things start going fuzzy or vague, if you suddenly cant see, if you can feel ur body in bed, basically anything that points towards you waking up — there are ways to fix it. literally just spinning around helps for some reason? spin around, fall down, run ur hands along anything u can find and feel the texture, or just demand that the dream stabilize itself. most of the time, thatll work

and if it doesnt, dont be discouraged. theres always another night to dream

so basically: start a dream journal, do reality checks, mmmmaybe meditate if youre up for it, and your dreams will become like. at least 10x more interesting. trust me, try flying: its literally the best feeling in the entire world

its just !!! such a huge, incredible thing, and its so fascinating to learn about too. all the different ways you can train your brain, all the different things you can do, all the studies done on the subject. i suggest reading about Steven LaBerge or keith hearne. hearne led the study that proved lucid dreaming existed in the first place! he got a lucid dreamer to signal to him that he was conscious while asleep using REM (rapid-eye movement), because lucid dreaming happens during the REM state. also, robert waggoner’s book Gateway to the Inner Self is really fascinating too!

hm wow i really went ham here lmao

thanku for giving me a chance to infodump im very happy rn

#me: /spends a full half-hour infodumping abt something most people havent even heard of/#now if only i could remember this much when it comes to schoolwork lmaooooo #ty for the Infodump Permission im !! vibin rn #lowkey highkey this makes me wanna get back into it. . . might do a wbtb tonight...#personal #logan talks #lucid dreaming #Anonymous

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just-homo-thingsxd · 5 years

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Vlad's clothes were now off except for his briefs which left very little to your imagination. Your clothes were tossed off to the side as well. This whole situation still felt like a dream. In bed with someone who you've grown close to this past month or so. Vlad stood with his arms around you, keeping you tightly against his body. Of course this meant that his lower half was also pressed into your stomach. There were several times you shuffled just a bit, and that movement caused his shaft to bounce a bit. He kept your lips pressed against his. He had lost his restraint it seemed. Not that you could blame him. Never have done this before you wanted to experience it all, and the teasing and gradual build up would make anyone eager. His hands were tightly gripped at your rear, spreading them and groping roughly as well. Vlad's breathing had become more ragged and deep. Given how he was forcing you against him his hot breath made your body tingle. Being that the situation had made your whole body sensitive at this point. After another brief moment of your lips and mouth being pressed against the larger males he finally split it.

"Heh. Sorry about that. Let my horniness get the better of me for a bit. How about you remove the last bit of your clothing? Similar to mine it definitely isn't hiding much."

You'd never done anything like this. Not in real life at least, just in your head. Reluctantly you slowly slipped out of your briefs and tossed them to the side. Now completely nude against Vlad your cheeks immediately burned, and you started to sweat even more than before. His eyes wondered downwards and he gave a soft growl.

"Not bad (Y/N) not bad at all. Certainly bigger than I expected."

You felt that familiar heat of embarrassment rise up through your body again as the large male spoke. You were packing a 5.5 inch shaft, definitely not small but not too large to be a bother either. Rather abruptly his hand reached down and grasped the tip and gave a soft squeeze. Taken aback you let out a moan and leaned your head against the males chest. He seemed rather pleased as he grunted, and wrapped one arm around you once again. He held you tightly against him as he laid back on his bed, bringing you down with him. You lay over top of him. Your shaft was pressed against his abs before you brought yourself up. Your arms were holding you up on the sides of him, and your knees were also on each side of him. Something was throbbing against your rear, and slowly grinding up and down. He still had his underwear on, and he kept one hand on it. Slowly creeping closer to the entrance with a finger.

"W-wait a moment."

His finger immediately stopped and retracted a bit. He looked up to you, concern was written all over his face. You were a bit overwhelmed at how fast he was moving, but you understood why he was. You were so certain of how much you wanted him up until this moment. Even though Vlad had been so sweet, and understanding up to this point you could only hear that malevolent voice in the back of your head as Vlad got closer to that area. You hadn't taken notice, but you were biting your lip pretty roughly. It took Vlad to pull your head down towards his with a soft kiss to snap back to reality. With closed eyelids and a guilty heart you kissed him back. After a few moments he took his lips away from yours and looked up to you.

"I'm sorry.. I know 100% I want to do this with you, but it just..."

He put a finger up to your lips and warmly smiled.

"Don't fret. I understand. I'm sorry if I pushed you too fast."

You knew, if you did this right now that it would help you. You trusted this man with your life, and you knew without a doubt that he wouldnt do anything you weren't comfortable with. How could you not be intimate with him? No one else was like him, not even your father cared about you as much. If there was anyone to let yourself trust, it was Vlad King.

"My minds made up. Vlad, I want you to fuck me!"

This only earned a laugh from the man. From which made your body sweat from embarrassment.

"W-why're you laughing?"

He shook his head and looked up to you.

"Never heard you be so straightforward. You caught me off guard. However.... if that's what you wish. Allow me the pleasure to do so."

Your body tightened once more, but you nodded. You had let your fathers actions rule your life long enough. It was time to get back in control. Even if it's just something like this. It's important to start small. Which also happened to be the opposite of what you were really doing. Starting off big and thick. Oh well not everything can line up perfectly.

Quickly you caught your breath and gripped his shoulders tightly. His finger was tracing around your hole. He spoke in a soft and coaxing tone.

"Relax.. we aren't gonna get anywhere if you wont even let a finger in.."

You knew he was right. So with a deep breath and a deep exhale your body loosened up a bit. Then you felt it, and trying to remain the composure you had left he slid in with little difficulty. He kept it there for a moment before pushing in one knuckle to the next. It was much different than the last time. It felt so uncomfortable going in, but when he pulled back a bit. It made your body tingle with excitement. Growing eager for what the main event would feel like.

"You doing okay? You've certainly loosened up, and by the look of this guy.. I think you're enjoying this."

He pressed his index finger against the tip of your shaft. The sensation while amazing made your body tense up immediately from how sensitive it was. With you practically clinging to his finger he pulled back a bit which sent that same blissful pleasure through your body. Biting your lip and exhaling sharply to stifle the moan that almost escaped.

"Seems I've found a sensitive spot of yours. Maybe I can hit another real soon, make you moan out my name."

You felt completely embarrassed with what he was saying. He was completely right though. If the buttons were pressed you would most certainly be moaning out his name and other embarrassing things. Though if it was with anyone else you'd try to hide it, but with Vlad you didn't care. He could hear your most dirty thoughts and he'd still love you just the same. Maybe you'd spill a few. You weren't a crazy kinky guy. Mostly vanilla sex turned you on. However, the few kinks you had could certainly be alot. While it may be uncomfortable for you, it wasnt only about you in this. It wasnt entirely obvious if he was a kinky guy other than dirty talk which seemed to slip out whenever you did something he thought was cute.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? What sort of dirty things are you thinking of? I'm sure most involve me in you, huh? Maybe you dream of the other way around..?"

"Nuh-uh. With you I've always pictured myself on the bottom."

"So you've been thinking of this before now.. what a naughty man."

He was certainly quick that's for sure. You'd never guess it but it seemed this stuff was second nature to him. Perhaps from past experience, or maybe this was simply a side of him he kept hidden. Either way it didn't matter at the moment.

"Geez. You've certainly got a silver tongue. On you Vlad. I never would've guessed."

"How about you get on all fours and present yourself to me? Then I'll show you what else this tongue of mine can do."

There was no winning against him. He always had an answer it seemed. That didn't sound like a bad idea either though.

"F-fine. If you insist."

"Oh, I do. You've got quite the hot ass. Since we've been hanging out more it's something I've always noticed."

"Tch. Is that so? Maybe you'll have to behave yourself if you want it so badly."

"You say that now, but you'll be giving in far before I do. I know we both want each other. You in particular seem eager. After all, a moment ago you were about to let me eat your ass, no questions asked."

He wasnt wrong. You did want him, and badly. You slid off his finger and flipped yourself around. His face in front of your rear, and your face in front of his shaft. Definitely more intimidating this close up.

"Oh man. You want to 69? Yes, please. Don't get lazy down there. He could use some attention after all this teasing."

You simply nodded. You had really strung him along for a little bit now. It was time to get down to the serious business. Granted. This was your first time sucking a dick. So who knows of itll be recieved well or not. At least you can say you tried?

After a moment of simply gawking at how big and girthy he was. You stuck your tongue out and brought it up to the tip from the base. Earning you a shudder from Vlad. As well as a soft moan, and he wasnt wasting time either. A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of a finger entered you once again. This time it felt more easier. You licked around his tip and your hand grasped his base. Opening up rather wide you let yourself go down on it for as long as you could till your gag reflex kicked in. About more than half. Not bad for a first time. You slowly began to bob your head up and down. Taking it slow till you found a rhythm, then stroking him similarly to said rhythm.

Vlad was letting out more deep moans and grunts as he took his finger out and you felt what you assumed to be his face and tongue now pressed against your rear. The wetness of his tongue was something you had to get used to, but it didn't feel bad. Just uncomfortable a bit. Then he spat a whole glob and worked it in with his finger. Even with spit it was amazing how easily you practically sucked his finger in. Becoming less and less painful and more rewarding. Each time felt better than the last, but it left you craving more. This hunk of beef's meat above all else. While it took a moment to notice as your attention had been focused elsewhere. He had managed to get another finger in. Opening you up more with the help of his spit.

He patted your back and you stopped sucking for a moment.

"This might seem weird to you, but can you get off me and continue to blow me on your knees?"

Without saying a word you happily obliged to his request. Getting up off of him you got down on the floor at the edge of the bed. He let his legs hang off as he looked down at you. His face was bright red and he was breathing deeply. You set yourself up in front of him now, and he placed his hand on the back of your head. You started off the same, licking at the base and tip before opening up and beginning to suck again. His grip on the back of your head tightened, though he made sure it wasn't enough to hurt you. He let out a sigh as he suddenly pushed you down further than you could take. Gagging slightly you looked up to him with one eye open. His face was to the ceiling and he continued to pant and breathe heavily. He definitely was enjoying this, and it could be worse. You kept both your eyelids half open as you unhinged your jaw and relaxed the best you could. It was during this time you realized just how muscular this man was. He was thick and beefy for sure. All over that front side was pure beef, definitely your type. Then again he was more than just a hook-up. Or a one night stand.

As you got lost in thought with how lucky you were to meet this man he must've looked down and he let out a loud moan. Pulling you back slightly you felt several thin ropes of warm liquid. It didn't seem thick enough to be cum, and now he was panting heavily.

"D-damn, that was close. Your face was perfect, perfect mixture of cute and attractive. Nearly drove me over the edge."

You gulped it down and took yourself off his rod.

"Didn't know I had that effect on you. You need a minute to catch your breath?"

He nodded and leaned back. Finally being able to catch his breath. You took the time to climb back up on him. Laying on top of him with your chest against his. You laid on those pecs and felt how fast his heart was racing. Though it slowed down after a moment of you on him. His arm wrapped around your waist while his hand found its way onto your rear.

"You ready for this? I can't guarantee It'll be painless. I'll be gentle though, so don't worry about that."

You had a knot in your chest. You've gone this far, but now of all times you became unsure if you were ready. Vlad must've noticed as he simply planted his lips against yours and brought you into a kiss. His hand that was on your rear found its way up to your chin where it held on to it. Scratching rather softly and sweetly. While your nervousness persisted you found it neigh impossible to say no now. Besides, it was something you wanted as well if not more.

"Give it to me, big boy."

"If you insist, little man."

Vlad grabbed his shaft and aimed it up towards your rear. You used your hands to keep it spread open wide. He ran his tip across your entrance. Before softly beginning to push it in. It felt much more thick than just his finger. Even two of his fingers were easier than this, but despite the pain you took deep breathes and relaxed. Making it much easier on Vlad to shimmy his way in.

"Deep breaths, take it easy boy. Give it a minute and it will feel great. Remember what I said earlier? I'll find your other sensitive spot."

Even during moments like this he found a way too embarrass you. Though he wasn't just saying it to say it. He was pushing in more while he spoke. Distracting you from the pain that followed.

"I'm eager for it.. I'll be honest."

He gave a grunt and pushed in a bit more rough now. Almost fully in.

"Damn right. I told you, you're gonna be moaning my name by the end of this. Listen, you don't cum till I tell you alright? So you better endure the pleasure."

It felt weird having Vlad say things like that, but you were obedient to his demands. You would hold off your climax till he told you it was alright.

"A-alright. I'll try."

"God. You're adorable, you know that?"

"I-I've been told."

"By who?"

"You only, of course."

"That's how it should stay. You're mine, (Y/N)."

You got a tingly feeling inside when he said that. He said it sternly, and it felt like he meant it with all his soul. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that he cared deeply enough for you to say something like that.

"Always, Kan."

He smiled a wide and toothy grin as he looked up to you lovingly.

Now that he was fully in you could tell what he meant by he couldn't guarantee it would be painless. It was a searing pain that hit deep. Then again that was due to his size. You were tightly clung to him, both inside and out. Arms around his neck you continued to try and stay relaxed. While on the inside you could feel every bounce and throb his shaft did. He started to pull out a bit, and it felt much more pleasureful than when he went in. Then he thrusted back in quickly. Which was a mixture of both feelings. He did this a few more times before he started to become fluid in his movements. His hips started to move to the left and right slightly as he would go in and out. His execution of his promise was certainly amazing. Everywhere he hadn't been sent waves of pleasure up through your body as he explored. With a sudden, but precise thrust up you felt a huge burst of pleasure traveled through you body much more quicker.

"G-gah! V-Vlad.."

"Heh, found it. Now let me hear you beg for it. You wanna feel it again don't you?"

"O-of course I do! Kan, please do it again."

"That's a good boy."

As promised he thrusted up into that spot once again, this time more roughly which only made the pleasure more intense. This time you let out a loud moan as you tightened up around him. Both inside and out.

"That's what I like to hear, you want more right?"

"Y-Yes! Kan please, I need it."

His movements had grown stiff once he found your spot, but now his fluidity came back to him. Thrusting in and out pretty quick and deep now. He kept you guessing with every thrust as some weren't deep enough for the main pleasure, but it also made it even more rewarding when he was gracious enough to hit it. You moaned out over and over. It was an odd feeling, but your own shaft had grown so overwhelmed with pleasure that it almost felt numb. You didn't feel like you were close, but with all the stimulations going on at the moment there was no time to think and pay attention. Vlad however was a bit more easier to read. He was going in hard and fast. Making dirty sounds as his thighs slapped against your ass. He suddenly hilted himself against your spot as he let out a deep groan.

"Your so damn tight. It feels great (Y/N)"

In between pants you responded.

"I-I never knew stuff like this was possible to feel."

"Lets try a different angle. Get on your back on the bed spread your legs in the air."

Though you were pretty bashful about showing off your body like this. He'd already been inside you so it doesn't get more intimate than that really. You did as he said and turned your face away from him.

"Mmh. Looking good there."

"J-just keep going please."

He pulled you up a bit so your ass was completely open to him. He then thrusted right back in full. Catching you off guard you let out a rather loud moan.

"K-KAN"

Immediately he stopped and you covered your mouth.

"Told you it would happen."

He then continued to thrust in and out. He must've been able to tell how embarrassed you were as he let it drop rather quickly. Vlad got his rhythm back up and from a different angle it felt similar, but your spot was much easier accessed. He leaned down over you. Showing just how flexible you didn't know you were. Your eyes met his and he quickly brought his face down to kiss you. Not that he let up his thrusting, but it made your heart throb a bit. Being this intimate with him. It didn't last long. He panted, all of his breath hitting your neck which felt especially sensitive right now.

"I'm getting close, boy. I can't keep this up much longer. If you need to cum, you're allowed to now. Also.. am I pulling out or..?"

In all honesty you had forgotten about that little bit, but you still didn't feel the need.

"K-Keep going Kan, I don't care if you pull out, do whatever feels natural It's worked so far."

He smirked and he went faster than he had before. Now steadily pounding into you. It must've felt better than he imagined as he started to slow down and become pretty rough. Now slamming his weight against yours he let out a grunt before completely pushing against you as he forced himself even deeper and let out a guttural moan and you quickly felt yourself fill up. Either he had been pent up, or he just naturally shot a lot. After a long moment of catching his breath he pulled out and as did his cum. It was definitely an odd feeling to say the least.

His attention turned toward you and quickly shifted.

"You still gotta cum, eh boy?"

You'd practically been leaking pre this entire time like a faucet, but your shaft was still in that numbish state so it hadn't occurred to you.

"Want me to suck you off?"

"N-no that's alright. J-just a hand?"

He nodded, somewhat pleased. He still needed his breath and he couldn't catch it as well if he was down on you. When his meaty hand made contact with your shaft you immediately felt a surge of pleasure almost overwhelm you. It was sudden enough to make you have to stop and catch your breath from leaving your lungs.

"I see, you haven't touched it at all so it's hyper sensitive with all that's happened. You'll definitely cum quickly."

You hadn't paid much attention to what he said. He now had your shaft gripped and you eagerly awaited for him to stroke. Though he had a different idea as he let go.

"You already made it clear you don't wanna be on top. Which is fine, but how about you try this."

He got on his back and motioned for you to get on top. You did so, pretty confused.

"We've gotta shower anyway. So it's only fair if we both need to clean up, right?"

Still confused you nodded.

"Maybe I can change your mind on topping. For now, try this."

He pushed his pecs together and looked up to you with a dirty grin.

"Don't mind my face. I'll catch whatever comes up here. So do what I was doing to you, but between my chest. That's an order, boy."

It felt strange to do something like this. Regardless you placed your shaft between his pretty large pecs and began to thrust back and forth. It only took a moment before you were holding the urge to release. You used you hand to put down over top of your shaft to keep it from going up, naturally. Between his smooth pecs which felt heavenly and the pleasure from the main event. It only took a moment before you couldn't hold anymore and with a loud moan of Kan's name let yourself shoot onto his face and chest.

After showering you laid in bed clung to this mans side.

"That was amazing."

"Heh, yeah it was, because I got to share this experience with you. There's no one else I could imagine being this intimate with, (Y/N)."

Your heart melted a bit when he said that. Simply looking down at you with that same genuine toothy grin.

"Kan?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you. I get the most pleasure just from being with you. Your smile, your personality everything about you is everything I could dream of and then some!"

"I don't know. Hearing you moan my name says otherwise."

"Don't ruin this you goober. I'm serious here."

His lips met yours for a soft, yet passionate kiss.

"I love you more Y/N. I feel the same way."

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Class 1-A vs. Tickle Might: Part 1

<< Prologue (in case you’re wondering what’s going on) :: Part 2 >>

(A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who offered their kind feedback, especially @gigglingknight ! 2.7k words and 4 kids - Mineta’s not getting back up again - down, 16 to go! Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think - favorite scene, constructive criticism - your feedback will keep me awake at night to write part 2!)

The forty combined eyes of class 1-A were locked on All Might as he leapt gracefully from the wall of the training grounds, passing overhead and descending in a lazy arc into the mock city before them.

“He moves like a missile,” Momo said thoughtfully. “You would think such a big person would be less aerodynamic.”

Other students were less calm. “He’s gonna kill us all!” Mineta yelled. “I won’t get to enjoy my summer break at all!”

Hagakure clung to Ojiro’s arm. “Guys, I bet Aizawa-sensei sent him to beat us up before training camp. He probably thinks we won’t cause as much trouble if we’re all in full-body casts!”

Ojiro laughed, but he too was looking at the cluster of buildings in obvious dismay. “All Might’s the number one hero, he wouldn’t just indiscriminately fight us. I think.”

Even Aoyama’s sparkle was a little dimmed, his eyes wide in alarm behind his visor. “Mon dieu, didn’t you see what he did to Bakugou and Midoriya? His smile was as twinkling as ever, but… it was scary!”

“And he’s at full strength this time,” Satou added, his big lips pursed.

Those of them who were afraid edged closer to one other, clutching at armor and fabric and hands as if hoping they would fuse together into a single pro capable of taking on the Number One Hero. A select few, though, prepared to rally.

“It’ll be all right, guys!” Deku was smiling. Of course he was. “There’s a lot of us, and we have more experience using team attacks now! I’m sure we can impress All Might and Aizawa-sensei!”

Iida frowned. “Won’t it be easier for him to find us if we all stay in a group?”

“Maybe, but I feel safer with you guys!” Sero said.

“Yeah!”

“Let’s come up with a plan!”

A familiar snarl filled the air. “You extras can plan all you want!” Bakugou announced. “I’m going to face him head on! The only thing that would make me surrender is having to listen to you idiots for another minute!” He spun on his heel and stalked off, quickly disappearing behind the piles of concrete.

Kirishima grinned. “Guess I know what I’m doing, then.”

Mineta howled. “Just let him die! He’s really annoying! And if you get caught in the crossfire between him and All Might there’s no way you’ll survive.”

He shrugged. “Maybe, but I can’t just let him go in alone! And besides, what could be a manlier last sight on Earth than those two going at it?”

“I’ll come too,” Mina said, bouncing up and down on her toes. “I want to watch! And maybe I can get some surprise attacks in with my acid!”

The two of them headed off together after Bakugou, cheerily waving a goodbye to the rest of the group. Kaminari waved back at them like it was the last he would ever see of his two friends. Jirou scoffed and turned to look at the two planners left in their group. “Let’s call them the distraction, then… Momo, Midoriya, do you guys have any ideas?”

Bakugou’s arms throbbed inside his gauntlets.

The wounds from his finals match had been healed by Recovery Girl - the old hag had been surprised that he’d been hurt so bad, even though Deku was in the next bed over with a shitty bruised spine, as if he wasn’t just as dedicated to winning even if it means shattering every bone in his damn arm – but the memory of just how much it hurt was still in there.

He almost wished Kirishima was here to guard his back. Shitty Hair could take a punch, at least. Maybe even one of All Might’s. But he didn’t need him to win. All he needed was the chance to get in one good blow of his own this time –

A sound behind him. He whirled around, one sweat-filled hand slinging behind him with even more force. As soon as he could see his target, he would –

Something closed around his wrist. A sudden jerking sensation as his arm was pulled upwards, and the explosion seared harmlessly into the air.

All Might was holding him suspended by one hand. Like a freaking ragdoll. “Ah, young hero! I might have expected you to come face me head-on.”

Instead of replying, he tried to blast the man with his other hand. It joined the other above his head just as quickly, held in that same massive grip. “What are you doing? DON’T RESTRAIN ME, YOU SHITTY – let me fight, old man!”

All Might propped his free hand on his hip. “A brave face, huh? You must really want a rematch. I think your sleeveless uniform’s really going to put you at a disadvantage in this round…”

He cocked his hand, fingers spread stiffly for a grab or chop, and Bakugou wasn’t afraid, he wasn’t, but that didn’t keep his body from flinching, a fruitless attempt to protect himself from the painful blow.

His captor paused. “Young Bakugou, are you – are you frightened of me?”

“No.”

He lowered his arm enough for Bakugou to get his feet on the ground – still up on his toes, but at least he wasn’t hanging there like a sack of meat. “My boy, I must say that I’m very sorry about the end of our last battle. I wouldn’t have stopped you so forcefully if I didn’t think you were about to seriously injure yourself.”

“I’m not fucking afraid, okay? Just hit me already so I can hit back.”

All Might looked unconvinced. “Ah, that’s… good, young hero! Such an indomitable spirit!” His smile grew impossibly wider. “Besides, you won’t come to any harm today!”

“Oh yeah? Then what the fuck are we here to do, talk each other into submission? And what do you mean, I’m at a disadvantage because my uniform doesn’t have sleeves?”

“Ah, yes.” All Might cocked his hand again. His fingers were wiggling this time, and somehow this spiked Bakugou’s apprehension in an entirely different way. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

He’d never put much thought into a costume redesign, but as All Might’s evil hands came in contact with his bare armpits he decided that he needed more armor. Immediately. “W-whahaHAT! THE HEHEHELL?!” His palms were sparking uselessly into the sky, face bent into a helpless grin, and shit he was glad that none of the others in his class were here right now.

It was a relief, almost, not to be thrust into another bloody fight with his hero, but that didn’t stop him from kicking and screaming bloody murder, still on his tiptoes as he strained for some leverage to protect himself. All Might was chuckling. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you smile, young Bakugou! A very good imitation of my trademark, but perhaps we can do better!”

“NOHO – nowecan’t – AHAHA!” His entire torso was helpless under the attack, and his face hurt from smiling so hard. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore. “OKAY nonONO not thaHAT just fucking STOP I GIVE I GIVE!”

All Might let him down gently, giving one last triumphant laugh as he patted Bakugou on the back. “An admirable effort, my boy.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” he mumbled into the ground. Was he still grinning? He was, like an idiot. He was an idiot. This was terrible.

Footsteps skidded into the street. “Bakubro, we heard you screaming – laughing? – oh shit, he’s here-”

Bakugou forced his head up. Kirishima and Mina. They’d probably followed him in.

He snorted. “You’re next, morons. Better run if you’re ticklish.”

They’d worked three-quarters of the way through a plan involving Sero’s tape (just. So much tape), Tsuyu’s mucus secretion, and a titanium bondage set from Momo when an explosion roared through the air.

“Kacchan,” Deku gasped. His theory was confirmed when the explosion died down only to be replaced with cursing at only a slightly reduced volume. And then there was the screaming.

“Such darkness,” Tokoyami intoned. “It will swallow us all.”

The screams continued, Bakugou sounding truly desperate. “OKAY nonONO not thaHAT just fucking STOP I GIVE I GIVE!”

Mineta fainted.

The racket tapered off at last, All Might’s laugh echoing tinnily in their ears as they all shivered. “Do you think he’s still alive?” Uraraka whispered. “Man, this is scary.”

Deku’s mind raced. The other students were thinking frantically too, but he had two pieces of information that no one else knew.

The first: In all the videos he’d seen of All Might, he’d never heard of him making a villain beg for mercy. All Might preferred to harm the villains he captured as little as possible, making it easier to the police to detain them without having to provide medical treatment and having the added effect of minimizing property damage.

The second: He’d grown up with Kacchan, who had never been in the habit of screaming in anything other than rage. The only thing that had ever made him howl like that had happened when they were little, and it was – it was –

Oh.

“Midoriya’s about to faint,” Todoroki said.

“Deku?” Uraraka shook him. “What’s going on?”

He swallowed. “We need to split up and hide. Now.”

The class looked at each other in alarm. If even he couldn’t maintain his determination…

They were all going to die.

“We’re not going to die!” Mina gushed. “This is so fun! This is fantastic!”

She and Kirishima were sprinting away from All Might as fast as they could, taking corners at random in hopes that they would lose him. “Yeah, if we can make it back to the others, they’ll definitely be less scared!”

“Are you certain of that, young hero?”

They both skidded to a stop, but Kirishima still crashed into All Might’s massive chest and rebounded onto the ground. Mina shot past them both with a shriek. “All Might!”

The man crouched over him. “I was surprised not to find you with your friends, young Kirishima.”

“We were trying to find Bakugou,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “Mina and I are really bad with directions though, so we got lost until we heard him screaming.”

“It seems you arrived at the perfect time to become my next victim,” the hero intoned, and wow that smile was the most ominous thing he’d ever seen now.

“I – haha –“ Kirishima spluttered, before remembering that he had a quirk. “Ha!” he exclaimed, activating his quirk and feeling immensely relieved as his skin hardened to a rock-like texture. “There’s no way you can tickle me now!”

“It will be more difficult,” All Might mused. Suddenly, he yanked one of Kirishima’s boots off. “I wonder, do your palms and soles harden as well?”

Kirishima, who’d had his quirk for all of twelve years, suddenly couldn’t remember. He glanced frantically at one of his hands and mentally cheered. “Ah, they do.”

All Might frowned, as much as he could frown. “If all your skin hardens, it’s pretty surprising that you can move at all…” Taking Kirishima’s foot gently in his hand, he rotated it right and left. “If this works, then…”

Kirishima felt something brush against his ankle, and without thinking, snickered at the ticklish sensation.

All Might’s grin came back in full force. Hesitantly, Kirishima offered him a weak smile. “Uh… maybe I just have a really cool quirk… and tickling definitely won’t work on me?”

Turned out, his ankles were traitors. A few scratches from All Might and he was already giggling frantically, his other foot drumming against the ground as he tried to roll over and crawl away. Even worse, as he lost focus his quirk began to waver, and despite his effort of squeezing his eyes shut and trying to will the laughter away he could feel his protective shell softening around him.

“Not so tough now, young hero,” All Might teased, and Kirishima groaned internally at the joke as his torture became a thousand times worse. The soles of his feet, the soft skin behind his knees – even squeezing his calf produced a new wave of laughter from him.

He couldn’t take it. No wonder Bakugou had been collapsed on the ground. “Mihihina…. MINA, HELP!”

A pair of pink arms wound themselves around All Might’s neck – Mina, jumping on his back. “Hi! All Might-sensei, can I go next?”

The tickling eased up a little as All Might turned his head to smile at her. “You know, my girl, this is technically a test.”

She pouted. “I know, but… tickling! I already failed my practical anyway, so I’m sure I’ll have to take the remedial classes. I might as well relax and have some fun while I can instead of running! Right, Kirishima?”

Panting, he considered this situation. This was definitely more fun than a fight, and it was really nice after the nightmare of preparing for finals. “Heh… yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I can hardly refuse such a polite request,” All Might proclaimed grandly, “but first, I need to hear a surrender from young Kirishima here!” He reached a hand up to scratch at Kirishima’s ribcage, the boy squeaking as he tried to bat it away.

“I could help,” Mina offered slyly.

“No, yOU CAHAN’T!” Two pairs of hands hovered over him, Mina reaching over All Might’s shoulder with her evilest grin. “Wait, wait, I give!”

All Might roared with laughter, offering Kirishima a hearty embrace as he wobbled to his feet. “A smart decision! She’s very determined!”

He glared half-heartedly at Mina, shaking his head with a rueful grin. “I’m going to get you for this.” He turned to All Might. “Do we get to watch the others?”

“You do have to leave the training ground. However, your Aizawa-sensei’s in the evaluation room. If he permits you to enter, then you can watch with him!”

“Cool! I’ll see you there, Ashido.” He looked around. “Which way is the exit again?”

As he left, Mina prepared to jump off All Might and take off – she felt like running at least a little bit, after seeing how wrecked Kirishima looked. But before she could so much as loosen her grip, All Might spoke in a decidedly villainous voice. “Well, young Ashido, this means it’s your turn now.”

He grabbed her uniform and yanked, and the next thing she knew she had tumbled over his shoulder and straight into his arms with a surprised shout. He dropped to the ground, cross legged, and released her unceremoniously into his lap. “Wow, you move… really fast, sensei!”

All Might chuckled. Evilly. “You said you wanted to relax, young hero? Perhaps you’d like a massage?” His fingers dug into the muscle at the back of her shoulders, and she found herself squealing with laughter as they hunched up instinctively. “Hm… you don’t look very relaxed. Maybe a different technique?” Said technique was a light massaging of her ribcage that had her curled into a shaking ball, giggling her head off. “This seems a bit harsh… are you really having fun, young Ashido?”

“Yehehes!” she giggled, burying her head in his shoulder. “Lohots of fun!”

His breath stirred her hair as he huffed with laughter. “All right, then.” He continued happily, paying special attention to her neck when he discovered that tickling her there produced actual cackles. She lasted for nearly three minutes before slapping at his hands and gasping breathlessly for mercy.

All Might waited until she caught her breath to move, standing them up together. She jumped onto him once more, offering him a hug from the front this time. He returned it slowly, a little surprised but pleased nonetheless. “You’ve had your fun, young Ashido! I hope you’ll apply as much dedication to attaining mastery of your studies!”

“I will”, she promised, climbing to his shoulder and somersaulting off to the ground. “Thanks a lot, All Might-sensei! It’s really nice of you and Aizawa-sensei to do this for us!”

He had to point her in the direction of the exit as well. She left with a cheerful smile, and he smiled in return as he cracked his knuckles.

Time to find his next target.

#bnha #my fic #class 1a vs tickle might #tickling #chocfic

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self-indulgence-with-tea · 5 years

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#SSVDay 19 Prompt 8 - Pirates and Royalty AU (feat. Daisy Fitzroy)

{Back with another fic for @jocelynships self ship Valentine’s Day prompts! Not gonna lie, I had a hard time with this one. Had a basic idea for what I wanted to write, but not really any plot and so few of my F/Os fit the dynamic. But I still think I got something pretty decent from it. Enjoy!}

Given the sort of day they’d had been having, being locked up in the brig of a pirate ship surely wasn’t the worst possible thing to happen to Emile. No, in fact, nothing could have been worse than witnessing the redcoats stretch their father’s neck for treachery and conspiracy over breakfast, but now wasn’t the sort of time to be dwelling on what awful events that had transpired in the last twenty-four hours were worse.

Or maybe now, behind bars and left to rot, they had all the time in the world to dwell on misfortune. Only child of a wealthy and relatively progressive lord in the Americas and they were stuck with pirates, of all things. Pirates who, by the looks of it, barely knew how to pirate. What sort of pirates demanded legal reform in exchange for a kidnapped royal? Not that Emile would be worth that much in ransom, anyway. As stated, their father and local lord was “progressive” and hung for it. The colonies wouldn’t want back his treacherous kin.

No, the demands would not be met for the sake of Emile’s life and freedom, that much was certain. What was uncertain was what these pirates would do with them once they found that out.

“Captain on deck!” The call rang out above them, accompanied by the clamber of shipmates scrambling to salute their captain. A silence followed, broken only by the sound of the ocean outside, the creaking of the wooden ship, and the deliberate footsteps of a single individual. If Emile had to guess by footstep alone, the captain would be a determined and authoritative man, governing his ship with a tight hold and strategy.

The steps slowly got louder, clunking heavily on the stairs to the orlop, where the crew’s quarters were kept. Soon enough, they were right above the entry to the hold and Emile’s breath hitched.

The captain was coming down to the brig. They weren’t prepared in the slightest, but decided to bluff it out, keep a straight face and a stiff upper lip. It couldn’t be too hard. They’d faced down far more fearsome soldiers in their time.

Emile, however, didn’t quite expect who had come down the short steps to the hold. A young woman with dark skin and well-minded dreadlocks in her hair stood before them, dressed head to toe in aged leather and cloth and armed to the teeth with guns and knives, and that was just what they could see in the dark of their cell. Bluffing to a woman so beautiful and intimidating was going to be a fair bit harder than they’d imagined.

“So you’re the young heir we picked up at the last stop in Port Price, eh? I am Daisy Fitzroy, captain of this vessel, the Vox Populi. You will address me as Captain Fitzroy only and by no other name. Am I clear?”

Emile was almost shocked into silence, impacted by her authority. Suddenly remembering their voice, they stammered out, “Y-yes, ma’a- I mean, Captain Fitzroy.”

Captain Fitzroy nodded, not seeming to fault them for the stutter. “Good. Now, let’s talk about what your purpose here on my ship is. Doubt first mate DeWitt filled you in entirely.”

Emile shook their head, biting their lip. “I-I did get some, Captain Fitzroy… Just not all…”

“Then allow me to fill ya in on somethin’ dire. We may be pirates, but we ain’t runnin’ amok, causin’ mayhem for no good reason.”

“Do you mean to tell me you have a good reason for kidnapping me?”

“Ya want the truth, smart mouth?”

Emile flinched, but nodded. They had been rather cheeky with her, hadn’t they.

“We wasn’t kidnappin’ you. We was rescuin’ you.”

They looked to Captain Fitzroy with bewildered disbelief. “R… rescued me? From what, precisely?”

The captain only chuckled. “Ain’t it obvious? Lord Godwin ain’t exactly the only Godwin in town and they had another loop bein’ tied. Just big enough for your pretty little neck.”

Emile stiffened. “I knew what awaited me. Conspirators must hang. The condemned have no place in the colonies.”

“And where do ya think the condemned go when they don’t hang, hm?

Silence thickened the air more than the salt of the sea. “What is it you want from me?”

“Just a Godwin smart enough to join the right side.”

“And what of your legal reform?”

“Same ends, different means. ‘Course, my crew is wary of ya. Says ya can’t teach a white dog new tricks. If you’re willin’ to help me prove them wrong; if you aim for that social ladder to fall; if you believe in the rights of the people, join the Vox.”

“And if I don’t?”

Captain Fitzroy pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the center of Emile’s forehead, right between the bars. “Then there’s no use for ya on board my vessel. You were keen on goin’ before. You keen on it now?”

A pause settled into the air before Emile leaned forward, the cold steel of the pistol’s barrel pressing against their head. A slow grin split their face; tentative, but sure as sin. “Consider this Godwin on your side.”

Captain Fitzroy smirked, flipping the pistol in her hand so that the handle was pointed towards Emile. They took it carefully and checked the rounds. “No bullets?”

“You have the right blood in ya. Knew you couldn’t say no. Really, heir, you’re a pirate, through and through.”

“Em.”

Captain Fitzroy paused. “What?”

They shrugged. “New life, new name. Emile was a passive lord’s heir. Em’s a pirate.”

“Not the most creative type, are ya?”

“Not with names, no, but it’ll do in a pinch.”

Captain Daisy Fitzroy took the keyring off the hook by the stairs, unlocking and opening the cell door. “Then welcome aboard the Vox Populi, Em.”

#ssvday19 #daisy fitzroy #f/o #self ship #self insert

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lw2littlewolf · 5 years

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Soulmate AU part 1

Taken from irandomlydontgiveaflyingfuck's post

Soulmate Au

Taken from the tumblr post by @irandomlydontgiveaflyingfuck

This is a two part story, and I don't think it turned out very well.

LThe ages will be a little off of what happens in the show, but just bear with it.

Everyone knows about our reflections. We only ever see ourselves, and our soulmates. There are some people who walk around with a mirror on them at all times, and check it semi regularly to see if the person next to them is there soulmate. Others who never really look, just occasionally look in reflective surfaces and eventually find them, and then the ones like me. My brother Shiro found his soulmate by accident. He was a highschool teachers, at the age of 20. One day he walked into class, and his assistant, Matt Holt was showing them the fact that the only person who could see your reflection besides yourself was your soul mate. Matt turned to Shiro, and had him demonstrate. They stood in front of the mirror, then realized they could see their reflections, and each others. The class was so happy for them they actually held a party. At the time I was in 8th grade.

Since then, i've been more actively avoiding looking in mirrors, and reflective surfaces. I only look in the mirror in the morning, to see if i'm presentable for work. Im now working as a mechanic, and am a proje of Allura Altea. The shop is called The Castle, and for good reason. The main shop doors would fit a semmi, with a Caterpillar 797F on its back. These doors were HUGE.

When she hired me she gave me my trusty bike, Red. at the time Red had been slightly beat up, but now the beautiful harley purrs whenever I start her. There are two other people working under Allura that I know fairly well. I don't talk to them mutch, but then I don't really talk to anyone much. There names are Hunk and Katie. Katie is a spitfire, and prefers to be called Pidge, since then she can be whoever she wants, without people judging who she is. Hunk and Pidge are the tech experts, they deal with the newer cars and their problems, I mainly change the oil, tiers, do the tuneups, that sort of thing. Allura calls us her paladins, but when she hired Shiro, after his accident that had cost him his arm, we started to call the two our ‘Space mom and dad’ just to see them get flustered at us. I got the worst of it, since I then had to go home and live with Shiro. I used to have an apartment of my own, but it got caught in a fire, and the entire building was destroyed. Luckily I was at work fixing up a leak on red. Some of my neighbors weren't so lucky.

I was actualy pissd about that, since they had been good people, and the landlords had failed to mention that the wiring was faulty on our floor. At first I was contemplating pressing charges, but the decided against it.

“Hello there number 4. What's troubling you so much today?” Coran asked. Coran had been working for Allura as long as I can remember.

��Yo, Coran, sorry i'm late, you wanted me to help with something?” a voice behind me said.

“Ah, Lance, yes. By the way this here is Keith. Keith this is Lance, the one who helps me to drive the people's cars back to them.” Coran said.

“I also do paint jobs, and touch ups to.” said other person.

I turned around and extended my hand, knowing full well that my gloves were covered in grease. But if he couldn't handle that, then he didn't belong working in a mechanics shop. He glanced at my gloves, and shook my hand smiling.

“Keith, what did I tell you about challenging the other workers. You and your unspoken challenges are what made the last three workers quit.” Allura said from behind me.

“Sorry ‘Llura, but they wouldn't have been any help. If they couldn't even stand a little grease, they then had no business trying to work in a mechanics shop. I cat stand that kind of person. All worried about there clothes and nails. Disgusting since they didn't even think about what the job of a mechanic is.” I said, turning back to Red and tightening the final bolt.

“There you are Keith. How many times did I tell you this morning that Adam and I want you over for our dinner party before you come?” Shiro said coming into the room.

“Probably a million more times? I really don't want to go. I already know that it is mainly so you can get me a boyfriend, or my soulmate. So don't even try to deny it.” I said, completely forgetting the others were there. “Just because your my brother, doesn't mean that i'm going to just listen to you. On top of that, I already have enough trouble with that asshole Lotor. He won't leave me alone, and if I go to your party and make it kind of obvious that I don't have a date, he is probably going to try and hook up with me. Lotor needs to take a quiznacking hint!” I yell at my brother.

I then turn back to Red, and clean her up, before putting my tools away. Only when I turned to put the box away, did I realize that the others were there. Even Pidge and Hunk and joined the group.

“Sorry” I mutter, then put the box down and healed my bike out ot the front.

“Excuse me, do you work here?” a voice behind me asked. I turned and saw a younger girl. She looked to be around 16 years old

“Yah, do you need something?” I asked.

“Yah, I was wondering if you could take a look at my motorcycle. It's the grey one with the wolf head painted on it. My sisters is the pink and purple one. She is across the street, but it would be a good idea to check hers out to. Mine wont start, and I have no idea why. Hers is having some kind of trouble, and overheats way to fast and easily.” she said, looking like she didn't want to bother me if I was busily.

“Sure, I'll take a look.” I said. “Just let me grab someone else to help me push them in and get the station ready.” I said waling inside.

“Hey, um can someone help me with this customer?” her bike is having troubles and her sisters to. Allura is it alright if I put them in the same boy I usually put Red in?” I ask.

“Sure, Lance help him, Shiro get the tools, and keith, I might have you working on all of the motorcycles that come in, since your so good with them.” she replied. I nodded then went back outside with lance trailing behind me.

“Hey, so this is my sister. Oh, I almost forgot, my name is Audrey, and hers is Carlene. Her boyfriend dropped us and our bikes off, and he will be back soon to pick her up. I hope it won't be a bother if I stay.” she said, looking kind of nervous.

“Im sure itll be fine, besides I need someone to tell me what has been happening to them.” I said. “By the way my name is Keith, and this is Lance. Come on in.” I said, moaning for her to follow us, and Lance and I started to push the bikes in to the shop.

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lilyandherboys · 6 years

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team blupin pt iii

more of a bellybutton to “team blupin”: we can scheme now

lily: while we’re in the same train car as them??????????

more of a bellybutton: like they’ll notice

siriusly a star to mushroom queen: does james know we can see you texting

mushroom queen: i tried to tell him

lily sent a screenshot to “team blupin”

more of a bellybutton: damnit

lily to “2 kids with cool hair and their groupies”: the girls want you to know we’re bringing pastries to our “annual finish all the homework we were supposed to do over break in one night” party and that you all can’t beat that

more of a bellybutton: we have chocolate

traitor of the highest order: beat that

wut: yeah beat remus’ addiction

wut: since when did we have this chat

wut changed lily to “mushroom queen”

mushroom queen: since you got drunk and made it last night

mushroom queen: and stop changing my name to that

wut: ah so the cool hair belongs to us then ‘shroom

mushroom queen: ofc /adhara/

more of a belly button: im reporting you to minnie for bullying

wut: minnie loves me more

more of a bellybutton: minnie loves me most

wut: minnie loves me mostest

more of a bellybutton: minnie loves me mosterestest

traitor of the highest order: minnie just saw these messages come up on my phone in the prefects meeting and she says to tell you lily’s her favorite

an actual genius: ROAST

siriusly a star to “the meta plotters”: so for finish the homework night whats the plan

mushroom queen: i told james that i was helping them plot now but no plans have yet been made

siriusly a star: i Cannot believe that he has no idea

mushroom queen: we were dating for a week before he realized

remy my love: lily we are In a prefects meeting

mushroom queen: perfect timing james would never enter this room

remy my love: mcgonagalls trying to read over my shoulder again tho

remy my love changed their name to “moony”

mushroom queen: oh shit ok ttyl

siriusly a star: whAT

siriusly a star: hello???????

siriusly a star: whats the plan tho????

siriusly a star: ok we’ll wing it

marls to “ladiesssss”: whats the sitch

lils: ok so

lils: remus and sirius are Together as of right before break got out

lils: james has no idea and neither does peter

dork: WHat

marls: HOW

mare: its so obvious???

lils: ikr

lils: anyways im now in a group chat with james and peter who are trying to get them together

lils: and another one with remus and sirius trying to see how ridiculously we can get them to act before they find out

marls: and we get to see this all go down

lils: yes

mare: ill get the news out not to clear it up for james or peter

lils: thanks mare youre such a doll

lils: ill keep you all updated tho

marls: see you in their room after your meeting?

lils: no ill come up to ours and change first

marls: and get your stuff for tomorrow????

mare: sleepoverrrrrrrrrrr??????

lils: gtfo you know we’re all gonna end up passed out in there at three am anyways

dork: shes right, i have everybodys toiletry bags and uniforms in the bag of stuff to come with us

marls: how dare you ruin our fun

lils: thanks dor

mare: would you pack some extra blankets too??? I would but i need to start spreading this news first

lils: ill grab them. Gtg tho mcgonagalls glaring

marls: bye love! talk soon!

mushroom queen to “the meta plotters”: just keep doing exactly what you’re doing itll torture james

mushroom queen: also sirius marys bringing some of her gossip rags so you two can catch up on the post break news

siriusly a star: LIT

A/N: fun fact: i accidentally posted this without any formatting yesterday and had to edit and repost it today lol. this has been a while since i added to this but i guess thats what i meant when i warned about sporadic updates!!!!!! click here for team blupin pts i and ii and here for sirius and lily’s nicknames

#team blupin #I wrote a thing #hp #jily #wolfstar #social media au #text au #lily evans #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #dorcas meadowes #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon

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ariesbilly · 6 years

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this got SUPER long so its going under the cut but this is the f*lice rant i was talking about lmao enjoy! (full disclosure i also end up going on a fredsythe rant because i gotta, ok. yall gonna make me sit through this stupid ass storyline when a better one is RIGHT FUCKING THERE so yeah, im mad. fp jones also likes men get over it.)

Sorry but there's literally nothing new inventive shocking or compelling about a storyline where two grown ass straight MARRIED adults are pining over each other because they had some weird romantic connection nearly 30 fucking years ago that may or may not have resulted in a fucking teenage pregnancy that im sure NOBODY wanted like yall really out here wanting me to believe what? alice cheated on her boyfriend and got knocked up by a dude who represented everything she was trying to get away from? and she told hal the kid was fps but never told fp himself? because that makes all of ZERO FUCKING SENSE! even if they wanted to throw out “well alice and hal were broken up at the time” its still SO out of character for alice like i know she had her wild child serpent days but its not something she looks back on with fondness so why the HELL does anyone think its a good idea to set her up with the fucking LEADER of the entire GANG are you all sniffing glue?? and then theyre trying to sit here and vilify hal so that we root for alice to hook up with fp in present day? the fuck outta here im not about to sit and cheer on alice’s character regression. first of all yall need to stop getting mad at 17 year old hal for not wanting to be a father and handling this situation poorly he was a TEENAGE BOY i know yall think everyone needs to be pristine angels from birth but thats not how life works and second of all he has every right to be sketched out that his daughter brought forth her long lost brother to fill in the void polly left, especially when the first time hal sees chic hes fucking BLEEDING after being attacked for god knows what reason in hals mind like... im team hal on this one he’s the only one with some self preservation alice and betty about to get themselves killed i s2g all these dumb ass decisions are being made, which in itself is bad enough, but to make it so obvious that this is all being done to eventually prop up a ship that is the very definition of fan service, is beyond ridiculous and terrible writing. like i get it. madchen and skeet are hot and have chemistry (which...btw....literally all the parents have insane chemistry with each other but no focus on the boring obvious straight pairing i guess but oh do not worry i have more to say on that later) i get it. but what is the purpose of that if you cant write an interesting story? and dont get me started on how shoehorned this recent ~connection~ is like yes i admit in s1 i got vibes from them (which, stay on this blog for 5 minutes and you will soon realize i can romantically/sexually connect pretty much any pairing amongst the parents because, like i said, they all have insane chemistry and they all say weird shit to each other). but i cannot believe yall sat here and thought the whole sexual frustration comment after fp got out of prison or the “leave him” exchange felt authentic??? like is it me? am i the one in the twilight zone? somebody help me out here. alice and fp in s1 couldnt stand each other and now shes all joking about his sex life ?? fp almost started a huge fight during that dinner with her and hal and the kids and yet im supposed to believe he’s been pining after her all these years?? like maybe id have an easier time believing this shit if i hadnt seen how he interacts with fred (oh yes. we’re going there because im tired of this HETERO NONSENSE GOING ON ALL THE TIME IN TELEVISION WHEN THEYVE LITERALLY SET UP BETTER OPPORTUNITIES FOR SAME SEX RELATIONSHIPS IM IN A MOOD SO WE’RE GOING ALL OUT) but to close off this part of my rant (oh and i didnt even touch upon how gross itd be for betty and jughead to share a sibling lmfao but that should be self explanatory): there is literally no conceivable way for this shit to go down and not make me lose respect for alice (fp i can give a slight pass to on the front of he and his wife being separate, but even then if he goes after alice while she’s still with hal....you done fucked up). first of all, going after your daughters boyfriends/ex boyfriends father is weird. second of all, if chic is in fact hals son, then they need to work on bringing the family together. hal is not a lost cause. chic is creepy as hell if anything i can see him pulling some shit that brings betty hal and alice closer together but no that makes too much sense so the writers probably wont do that! so theyre either gonna continue to push hal out so that itll be “acceptable” for alice to run to fp, or hal has to literally just fucking die and then what? alice goes to fp in her time of grief? im gonna throw up.

and now on to the gay shit

im supposed to compare f*lice and fredsythe scenes and come out thinking alice was the one he was in love with? bitch WHERE? fp has a sordid past with both alice and fred for different reasons. we dont know the full extent of what happened with alice (if anything but for the sake of predictability that i know to expect from a cw show, lets say they do) but given how they interact with each other we can assume it was bad. and we all know fred and fps history and how dark that got for fp (like i literally wrote up a whole thing about it if you want a link i’ll send it to you) and yet no matter the past, fp had probably his most lightest moment of the show with fred. he was willing to drop everything and help fred and soon as he asked (which, btw, fred didnt even ask for help. fp knew he was in trouble and that was it. thats all he needed and he was there for fred). THAT is love, ok. THAT is a relationship worth delving into beyond 2 friggen episodes in season 1. And yes this same storyline thats been given to f*lice with this whole adultery nonsense, but with fp and Fred, would actually be interesting because two gay kids in the early 90s actually have a valid reason for not being together and not ending up together. and then you add on that fps from the south side and fred the north, and that makes things even more complicated for them because then you can have a whole scenario of fp thinking hes not good enough for fred and ending things because of his own insecurities, his way of trying to push fred towards a better life... like THAT makes sense. even if fred and fp were never a thing and you just went with fp being in love with his best friend all these years and he could never have him (which still makes sense because i mean come on, freds casanova ways in high school with the ladies? fp sitting on the sidelines trying to be a supportive best friend but dying on the inside, never telling fred how he feels?) not to mention like half the serpents are gay as hell and there would be such a great story to tell for why all these gay south side kids end up in the same gang under fps wing, because he’s making up for his own shitty upbringing, he wants these kids to know someones looking out for them like...if the writers need plots and backstory I can give you them for free it really didn't take a lot of brainpower but no by all means tell me how the two ~straight~ kids who grew up on the same side of town under virtually the same circumstances, one of whom wanted NOTHING MORE THAN TO SHED HER SERPENT IMAGE AND CREATE A BETTER LIFE FOR HERSELF, and the other who keeps going on about wanting to put his family back together, had such a tragic backstory and its not just a blatant midlife crisis on both their ends. please. by all means. enlighten me. 😒

#i hate bad tv writing lmao like bruh...#BISEXUAL FP JONES BEING IN LOVE WITH HIS BEST FRIEND FOR DECADES MAKES MORE SENSE THAN STRAIGHT FP JONES CHASING AFTER A MARRIED WOMAN #THANKS FOR COMING TO MY TEDTALK !#bewareoftrips #kxvinkeller #i know you guys wanted the rant lol

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