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⭐️ for Up, Up, and Away?

First let me just thank you @christianfoxymc for the ask and the star about Up, Up, and Away!. For those who do not know it's one of my personal favorite stories of mine and it's the first (and so far only) story in my series The Iron Duck of Steel: The Gizmoduck Movie, Part I!. Second, probably not a good idea to let me choose what to talk about because I choose the entire beach scene from the story because it contains so many different headcanons and characterization things I want to talk about! Mainly the Dewey and Gandra dynamic I want to do for this series!

Perfect timing too! A mutual of mine was questioning me why out of all the triplets and Webby would I want Dewey to be assigned to her, my answer: He’s perfect that’s why! I’ll elaborate more below but I’ll just start off by saying this thought came to me when I was thinking how often Dewey is a sidekick/partner to someone in the show (Webby, his mom, Launchpad, Kit, etc) and how Gandra often picks who she works with. And then I thought wouldn’t it be great if just once Dewey selected an adult he wanted to go on an adventure with and that adult wants absolutely NOTHING to do with him?

Before I begin I might as well give a brief summary of what’s going on in this story just in case:

Both Dewey and Webby are working on a movie called The Spear of Selene which is about their journey to find Della as well as Della’s journey home. Besides writing and directing and composing music, Dewey is playing dual roles as himself and Della. Other members of the team include Lena and Violet as well as recently signed on producer, Louie. Currently the family is at the beach to film some Moon scenes but can’t due to Funso’s Fun Zone using the space to film a commercial

While that is going on both Fenton and Gandra Dee are fighting Gizmoduck’s villain of the week, The Punnysher. A villain Gandra inadvertently helped create

But enough about that, let’s talk about the most underrated character of DuckTales: Jane the Funso’s Fun Zone employee

You know who's a great DuckTales character? Jane the Funso's Fun Zone Employee. Her job at the Fun Zone is one she clearly doesn't want to work at forever for she has plans on moving out of Duckburg, but for now she continues to work there with a smile on her face while letting a certain sharpie schemer get away with a few things such as free fruit punch. Not to mention she's worked alongside Magica and Phantom Blot, which I'm sure is no easy feat

I'm sure everyone is familiar with that fan theory that Donald Duck knows that Louie's Kids is a scam by Louie but pays his sneaky nephew anyway to support the kid and his fake children's charity. Yeah, I never was a fan of that theory, just doesn't seem to fit Donald's character in my opinion. However, I do think something similar is happening with Jane and Louie in the show

Personally, I like to think the first time the two met was when Louie first pulled off the whole "asking for a cup of water to get whatever drink he wants" scheme at Funso's. When she caught him in the act, Lil' Sharpie acted quickly on his feet and bribed her with a Funso's Token so that she saw nothing. Now obviously Jane was not going to snitch on Louie because why should she care? She just works there. But she decided to play along with it because she loved the kid's spunk and the way he was quick to think on his feet plus she doesn't care how much money Funso's lost from Louie's free drinks, thus beginning a beautiful friendship

I always loved Jane's interactions with Louie as well as Webby. When she's with Louie she's down to do whatever with the payment of a Funso's Token, including participating in a scheme to boost Louie's Uncle's failed college band into stardom. And her first and last interactions with Webby are very beautiful too. I always loved when Webby attempted to do the free drink scheme you can see Jane knows what she's trying to do and even tries to lead her to say the right thing. And in the finale when Webby asks for a cup for water you can see Jane proud of the young duck and the growth she went through. So yeah, if you ask me; Jane is a part of the McDuck found family

Besides Louie and Webby, I always figured Jane is just chill with everyone who comes to Funso's and isn't an asshole, so she's friends with the whole McDuck Family

One of my favorite things to do when writing DuckTales fanfiction is come up with nicknames for characters from other characters since that's something the show does a lot and I like the ones Jane had for the kids. I had her call Violet "Ms. Sabrewing", which yes is definitely inspired by the fact she calls Louie "Mr. Duck", but I'd say the reasons are different. For Louie, she calls him Mr. Duck in a more professional sense, while she calls Violet Ms. Sabrewing in a more formal sense because Violet always refers to others by their proper names. And as for Dewey, she calls him "The Dew Man" because of that thing Dewey Deweys with his name all the time.

So yeah, post-canon Jane still works at Funso's as a means to get by in life and as we learn is going through some rebranding:

While Dewey stood by his mother’s side, the other crew members of The Spear of Selene began exploring the set of the Funso’s ad.

“I know nothing lasts forever,” Huey said as the five birds looked over at the fake palm trees being set up by the water, “but I’m really going to miss the old Funso.”

“A lot of fun memories were had thanks to that wonderful walrus.” Louie solemnly agreed.

“I just hope I’ll have a better first impression with the new one than I did with the first one.” Webby sighed, “I’m gonna miss that walrus.”

“I mean, he’s still going to be Funso,” Lena assured the group, “just slightly different I’m sure.”

“Rebranding usually happens when a company needs to revitalize their image.” Violet stated. “But business for Funso’s Fun Zone hasn’t really shown signs of slowing down. I wonder why they’re changing their iconic mascot.”

“Well, when your last Funso was played by a member of a criminal organization and said criminal organization worked underneath your business, you might wanna do whatever it takes to make sure the public forgets about it.” An older voice answered, catching the attention of the five birds.

“Oh, hey Jane!” Webby greeted.

“Hey.”

“So word got out about F.O.W.L. and ol’ Blotty, huh?” Lena asked.

“Oh yeah, it happened like a month ago, right after your family’s last adventure-”

“Oh, that was not our last adventure.” Huey clarified.

“Yeah! We’ve been on a lot of adventure since then!” Webby added.

“Too many.” Louie chimed in.

“Okay.” Jane said trying to get back on track. “Right after your family’s last adventure that I was aware of, some disgruntled employee leaked out information about that F.O.W.L and that Blot guy. The higher ups were not too pleased when they found that out and had Blot fired, and now they want to do whatever they can to make people forget about that little ordeal.”

“Be honest,” Lena folded her arms, “was that employee you?”

Jane scoffed. “While I am honored you’d think I have the skills and intel to leak all that, it wasn’t me or any of the other Funso’s employees. The disgruntled employee was from F.O.W.L. And let me tell ya, that employee is my personal hero. Blot was honestly the worst to work with, always micromanaging. So good riddance.”

Why yes I am proud of that meta humor joke and gee I wonder who that F.O.W.L. employee was that Jane was talking about...

Anyway, could be just me, but I always wondered what kind of an effect the whole F.O.W.L. operating under Funso's would have on not just the kids, but with the general public. To me, the kids would not care. Funso's is still Funso's and all the evil people are gone! But I always imagined if word got out, the Funso company would panic and quickly do something different with the brand so the public would just forget about it? So what do you do when the previous mascot was played by a villain? Get a new actor and reboot the character of course!

So yeah, Funso's is filming an ad where the kids want to film their movie which is unfortunate for the latter and leads to an interaction I like because of each of the characters involved in it:

“We obviously do not want to disrupt the business of Funso’s Fun Zone, but the rest of the beach is being used for Duckburg’s Annual Sandcastle Building Contest,” Louie explained.

“I can’t believe we forgot that was today!” Huey said to both Violet and Webby who nodded in agreement.

I just wanted to remind the audience that these three are the huge nerds of their little group

Louie, Lena and Jane quickly glanced at one another before the green triplet continued speaking. “Anyway, do you think it'd be possible to share some of your guys’ space to film?”

Louie flipped a token to Jane, who instinctively caught before handing it back to Louie. “I’m sorry, but that is beyond my power, Mr. Duck.”

“She’s not taking the bribe, Louie.” Lena stated. “Maybe try giving her your 10 Free Funso Tokens birthday coupon.”

“I can’t! I already used mine as well as Huey’s and Dewey’s!”

“How could you?!”

“Well Huebert, I have perfected my impression of you and since we’re triplets I can pull of a very convincing Dewey look, but I’m still struggling with the voice. So I just don’t talk while I play him.”

I just love Lena being snarky about Jane and Louie's relationship while Louie takes her sarcastic suggestion seriously to which Huey finds out what his brother did causing him to question why he did it in anger to which Louie explains how he did it knowing full well what his brother meant. I love writing snarky characters

Webby frowned as she looked over to Dewey and watched as she saw him slowly accepting the fact there was no way they were filming any moon scenes on the beach today. “Well since we’re already down here, we might as well check out that sandcastle building contest. Or maybe Aunt Della could take us to Funso’s. You know, so our trip to the beach wasn’t a total waste.”

As Jane looked over to Dewey, she could not help but notice two crew members carrying a large surfboard over to the fake palm trees. A small smirk snaked its way onto the eagle’s beak as she spoke in a rather laid-back casual tone. “Would you guys be interested in meeting Funso?”

“We very much would.” Louie responded for the group as he flipped his token back to Jane, who of course caught it and pocketed her payment.

Things I love here: Webby showing empathy for her brother/best friend/co-director (also she calls Della "Aunt Della"!!), Jane using her powers of as a Funso's employee to pull a few strings for these kids, and Louie being the good employer he is and paying Jane for her good work

Speaking of Della, I love Della in this story! (Surprise, surprise). All though she is not a main character in this story (in fact she's sharing the D-Story with Team Magic) I still think I gave her a lot of great moments in the story. I wanted to show off her "Soccer Mom energy" in this story where she's doing whatever she can to make sure her kids can accomplish whatever they put their mind to, but I didn't want her to go full Karen at any point, so I didn't want her to be mean to the crew member she argues with to let her kids film their movie

Even after that fails, she still tries to salvage the day for Dewey who is well aware his mom is doing her best and that these things are out of her control

“Dewey!” Webby ran over to the two ducks waving her hands around in excitement. “Dewey! Guess what! We’re going to be the first ones to meet Funso!”

“Whaaat?! Well, lucky you guys.” Della said in awe as she looked back and forth between Dewey and Webby. “How did you score a sweet deal like that?”

I love Della here, acting like meeting an actor playing a fictional walrus is the coolest thing in the world right now, because it is.

“Let’s just say they have connections at Funso’s Fun Zone.” Jane answered as she and the rest of the birds joined the trio.

“Oh, hey Jane!” Della stood up and waved.

“Hey.”

EVERYONE KNOWS AND LOVES JANE IN THE MCDUCK FAMILY

Dewey offered a small wave to Jane. “Thanks, but I don’t really feel up to meeting the new Funso.”

“Dewford!” Violet exclaimed in disbelief. “Not many kids are given an opportunity such as this!”

Lena looked over to her sister in slight confusion. “…You do realize it’s probably gonna be just another guy in a walrus costume, right?”

“I know that.” Violet responded in a more rational tone. “Just because I know that, it doesn’t mean I can’t suspend my disbelief and buy into the illusion.”

I love this little back-and-forth between Lena and Violet. Lena just being a teen and not really as interested in this as the rest of her younger friends and sister, who she expected a little bit better from. And Violet being like, "Yeah, I'm not stupid. I can still have fun, Lena."

“Actually, they’re switching things up and got an actual walrus to play him.” Jane chimed in.

“You guys can go ahead and meet Funso,” Dewey assured the group as he broke away from them, “I just need some time for myself to think things over…”

After the day Dewey has had, he really doesn't feel like doing anything right now. And Louie is nice enough to go comfort his brother allowing his friends and family to not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be the first to meet the new Funso

As the group watched Louie join his brother, Della could not help but chuckle softly. “Guess some things never change.”

“What never changes?” Huey asked.

“Huh?” Della replied now realizing she just spoke out loud. “Oh. Nothing, just thinking about your Uncle Donald and his old band.”

“He was in a band?” Violet inquired.

“He didn’t actually sing, did he?” Lena queried.

“Yes and yes,” Della answered the two Sabrewing girls as she reminisced, “back in our college days, Donald started a band with his buddies.”

“Ms. Duck, were you a member too?”

“Who, me?” Della looked over to Violet in disbelief before chuckling again. “Nah, they were The Three Caballeros and having a fourth member just wouldn’t make sense. All though I did hang out with them enough that it felt like I was part of the band too. I’d watch them practice, give them my feedback whether they wanted it or not, there were even times when I’d join in their songs.” The older duck sighed happily to herself. “I miss José and Panchito.”

It is a possibility that Lena and Violet did know about the McDuck Family's adventure with the Three Caballeros, but I still wanted this scene as an excuse for Della to talk about her perspective on this chapter of Donald's life, plus we got that somewhat snarky question from Lena. I always loved that bit where Donald tries to reassure the girl only for her to respond, "What?"

I also love this section cause it gave me and excuse to draw more parallels between the triplets and their mother and uncle. Out of all the members of their family, the Duck Boys have the most in common with their mom and uncle Donald, they all have traits from them and I think that's great

It's very common to see parallels between Dewey and Della as well as Louie and Donald, but for this I wanted Della to see the parallels between her and Louie here while also seeing the parallels between Donald and Dewey.

Speaking of which, let's check on 2/3rds of the Duck Boys!

Dewey was unaware of his brother approaching him for he was far too busy flipping through his script. Which was good news for Louie, it gave him plenty of time to assess the situation at hand. As he arrived at the shore, the green triplet went ahead and grabbed a smooth stone that was near his brother.

“Hey.”

Dewey looked over to his brother. “Hey.” And then immediately went back to his work.

Louie went ahead and tossed the stone across the ocean and watched it skip a few time before sinking into the ocean. “All right, three skips.” Louie then went ahead and picked up another stone. “Betcha can’t beat that, Dewford.”

“Not now, Louie.”

“Oh come on, it will only take a few seconds.”

Dewey let out a frustrated sigh before grabbing the stone from his brother and effortlessly tossing it to the ocean. “Oh no. It looks like you won. Good job.”

As Dewey looked back at his script, Louie watched the middle triplet’s stone skip across the water several times before hitting a buoy.

DING

Louie placed his hands in his pockets as he looked over at the buoy and then back to Dewey who was caught up in his own world.

Do you think Louie ever gets jealous of his brother's comedic dumb luck?

Anyway, while Dewey is a main character in this story, Louie will be there with him by his side for the majority of the middle triplet's storyline. These two had a great dynamic in Louie's Eleven! and it's something that I want to expand upon. Seriously, I find it very underrated and it often gets overshadowed by the Huey and Louie dynamic which is also great

But back to Dewey and Louie, one aspect of that episode that I think about a lot are the scenes where Dewey expresses how he thinks Louie doesn’t really have faith in Dewey’s own abilities and I wanted to show the growth Louie had in that episode in this scene by having him be the one to let Dewey know that no one thinks he’s dumb and that they do have faith in his project and that they’re just trying to help

Another thing I want to explore in Dewey's storyline is the duck's creative side: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. A very important moment in Dewey's character to me was the first appearance of Dewey Dew-Night where we see Dewey has had an internet show that his brothers were at the time not aware of

I remember seeing a comment on a video of that scene saying that Dewey is basically the kid that played by himself at recess and that's something I agree with and wanted to show in this story and for the rest of the story

All though he is more comfortable with sharing his ideas and visions with his friends and family, those things are still very personal to him. He has his perfect vision on his creations and the final results aren't always going to look like that, especially when you have help from other people. At times it does not feel like the personal story you wanted to tell

And the thing that Dewey is worked up about is a scene that would depict his mom as the badass she is while also negatively depicting the moonlanders which is a problem that everyone fully understands, except Dewey. Not that he doesn’t understand why, he just thinks he can still salvage the scene cause the song he made for it is too gosh darn good and he’s proud of it, dang it

Louie nodded. “It really helps to have another perspective. You wouldn’t happen to have that song on you, do you?”

“Uh yeah,” Dewey pulled out his phone, “why?”

Louie scoffed. “Because, dear Dewford, I would like to listen to it. You might think that is should only be played during mom’s epic space battle, but maybe I might find another use for it. After all, you did work really hard composing it, it would be a shame if we were to just drop it.”

“Oh…” Dewey smiled at Louie, “okay!”

“And hey if we can’t find a spot in the movie for that song. No big deal, you could always give it to DJ Daft Duck.

“No! This is NOT a DJ Daft Duck song!” Realizing he just shouted, Dewey immediately awkwardly lowered his volume. “It’s just not the right vibe for him, you know?...Also, I’m kinda taking a break from DJ Daft Duck stuff…cause the movie and all.”

“Oh…well okay, it’s not a DJ Daft Duck song. It belongs in the movie” Louie acknowledged.

Gee I wonder why Dewey is so adamant about it not being a DJ Daft Duck song. I sure hope this gets explained later on in the story during a heart-to-heart moment with one of the other main characters of this story

Dewey smiled at Louie before pulling his phone out of his pocket only for the moment to be ruined by Louie’s phone.

RING

Louie quickly looked at his phone and glanced at the screen. “Ooh boy” Louie looked over to Dewey, “I’ll listen to it soon. I promise. I just have to take this REALLY important phone call. I’ve been waiting all day for her to call back!”

Before Dewey could say anything, Louie answered the phone in buttery smooth tone as he walked and talked. “Why hello Aunt Gertie! Yeah! I just wanted to thank you again for the very thoughtful and might I add generous Christmas card you sent us last Christmas…Yes Aunt Gertie, I can hear your lovely kisses over the phone. Oh, how I wish you were here with me so I could receive them. Anyway, your favorite very talented and very creative nephews are putting together a movie about our family, and we can use all the help we can get.”

“…” For a brief moment Louie stood in silence. Suddenly a satisfied smirk grew on the green triplet’s beak before he smiled over to Dewey giving his brother a thumbs up. “Oh, thank you so much Aunt Gertie! I promise you; you’re making a wise investment…”

It wouldn’t be a DuckTales 2017 fanfic without cameos/shoutouts to other Duck characters from the Duckverse that didn’t make the cut! So here’s Aunt Gertie! An aunt of the boys who for all I know only had one appearance in my childhood favorite Christmas movie Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas! I love Louie pulling the schmooze on her

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But enough about her. Let’s talk Darkwing villains! Let’s check on Jane and the kids:

As the four kids waited, they watched as the older bird walked over to a walrus wearing a white sailor hart, orange sweater, blue pants, a yellow scarf, and a pair of white gloves. Most likely the new Funso. Jane returned to the group accompanying her was the walrus. “Hey guys I’d like you to meet-”

“FUNSO! Of Funso’s Fun Zone!” The walrus introduced himself with a rather jovial tone.

“Hi! I’m Webby!” Webby introduced herself as she shook hands with the walrus. As the two shook hands, Lena could not help but stare at the new Funso.

“…Wait. I recognize you!” Lena stated catching the attention of everyone in the group.

“Of course, you do; he’s Funso.” Violet said.

“I know that, but that’s not what I meant. He’s that walrus from that show!” Lena explained.

“…”

“The one our dads took us to last week.”

Violet’s eyes widen. “I think you’re right,” she turned to Funso, “excuse me but were you a cast of member of MacDuck from last week’s Drakespeare in the Park?”

“And didn’t you play like seven different roles in that play? Tuskerninni, right?”

“Arturo Tuskerninni!” The walrus properly introduced himself; it was as if Funso was no more as the walrus spoke in a more boastful yet gravitas tone, as if every single word that came from his mouth was said was dripping with pride (or in other words, extremely British). “Graduate of Julliard, Director, Character Actor, Writer, Performer, Filmmaker, and now Funso of Funso’s Fun Zone: Where Fun…is in the Zone. It’s great to see I have fans who appreciate my art and recognize my talent.”

Fun fact about me: I never watched the OG DuckTales show or Darkwing Duck until I started writing DT17 fanfiction. And I’m really glad I did! Especially Darkwing. And the first time I saw Tuskerninni I knew I just HAD TO use him for a story! He was honestly the first Darkwing villain (besides the main villain of this story who has not appeared yet but has been mentioned by a couple of characters) I chose to put in this story

I just love the character! He dresses up in a lot of costumes, is a huge ham and has an even bigger ego than Darkwing! He’s just a lot of fun! And since this is the reboot I headcanon him having a celebrity voice actor and I can’t think of anyone better to play him than Matt Berry:

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Also MacDuck and Drakespeare is a reference to an OG DuckTales episode called Much Ado About Scrooge. Good episode, I recommend watching it if you’re a 2017 Louie fan

Neither Lena nor Violet were fans of Tuskerninni. Their dads took them the outdoor play so they both could be exposed to some culture. And all though Violet kept her full attention on the play, she found it hard to enjoy the scenes that featured Tuskerninni since the walrus could not help but chew the scenery every time he was on stage. The only reason why Lena even remembered the walrus' name was due to boredom. It was during one of the walrus' many drawn out monologues that the young sorceress took it upon herself to look through the show’s pamphlet and upon discovering the walrus’s name she immediately showed her sister the name and sneered “More like Tusker-weenie.” To which Violet said nothing and continued watching the play while Lena chuckled to herself. Needless to say, that was the highlight of Lena’s night.

“Uh, yeah sure.” Lena confirmed.

I just want to say this my favorite joke I’ve ever written for Lena and Violet. I love these two

“Excuse me, Funso,” Huey began as he winked to Tuskerninni, “as the new Funso what are you brining to the table to differentiate you from the previous Funso without deviating too far from what we expect to see from such a beloved role?”

“Well, in my commercial debut, you will see I bring the fun wherever I go!” The new Funso replied, “I will arrive to the masses from the sea on a surfboard and let the whole world know that Funso’s Fun Zone is where Fun is in the Zone. I like to think I’m a more hip and happening Funso than the previous one and I plan on brining more to the table.”

“And is one of those things, penguin minions!?” Webby asked as several penguins approached the group.

“Nope.” Jane answered for the walrus. “They came with him though. And have been here all day…”

“Yes of course they have!” Tuskerninni responded to the overworked Funso employee. “They are my cortège. My posse. My homeboys. My entourage. Wherever I go they follow.”

I really proud of the Webby line mainly because one of my beta readers told me “I can totally hear Webby saying that!" Also we gotta have Tuskerninni’s penguin minions! Also WWDITS fans will probably be able to catch that “subtle” reference I put at the end there

One of the penguins then waddled over to the walrus, to which Tuskerninni then bent down, so the penguin could whisper into his ear.

“Hmm. Yes.” Tuskerninni nodded before turning back to Jane. “My homeboy Ray brings up an excellent point, Jane. We are an hour behind the schedule and the director is still not here. Something must be done, Jane.”

“Well it’s not like I can control the traffic or whenever supervillains attack, I’m just a Funso’s employee.” Jane deadpanned as she kept her cool. “You’re just gonna have to wait, Funso.”

“Ah…” Tuskerninni responded, “in that case: while we’re waiting, my colleagues and I would like to split a pizza. We’ll take a large pizza that’s half red and half white. On the red half the crust is to be stuffed crust while the white half’s crust will be thin crust. The cheese needs to cover every inch of the sauce, however it needs too put on lightly on the white sauce. On the white half, a fourth of it needs to be topped with green peppers and the other fourth with pineapple, but the whole white half needs to have banana peppers. The red sauce half needs to be one fourth pepperoni and one fourth bacon. We’d also like anchovies which is our topping of choice that needs to be cover all of the pizza, both the white and the red halves. And a large Diet Cherry Pep.”

“A number four with a large Diet Cherry Pep, got it;” Jane said as she walked away from the walrus and over to the kids “well duty calls.” The eagle then pulled out two birthday coupons and handed them to Huey before heading her way back to the Funso, “I’ll catch you kids later.”

Two things I wanna say about this: Jane is a good employee and giving Huey back his as well as Dewey’s birthday coupons was really cool of here. And two. The complicated order joke is a joke I stole from this scene from the rom-com spoof They Came Together it's the first joke in the clip if you're interested in seeing:

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I figured no one would notice cause I don’t know how many DuckTales fans have watched a movie made by the people who made Wet Hot American Summer.

Anyway, Tuskerninni rants about superheroes and their over-saturation when the Gizmoduck fight finally makes it to the beach (also Huey is the first one to notice because Huey fanboying over Gizmoduck will always be adorable to me) , yada yada, let’s just move ahead to Dewey and Gandra’s first scene together

In fact, Dewey could not keep his eyes off the superhero battle ever since it made its way to the beach. As soon as the two figures whooshed by the young filmmaker immediately pulled out his phone and started recording the whole thing.

Though his phone was focused on both Duckburg’s beloved superhero and the town’s villain-of-the-day, Dewey could not keep his eyes off the hen who was in-between this battle. He watched as the armorless bird attack the villain head on.

The attack was certainly not planned, more of an impulsive move. He knew that for sure, for his dropped jaw match the one on Gizmoduck’s face as the two watched as the freelance agent kicked the jetpacked rat off his flightpath and towards the ground. Using the force of her own kick, the hen flipped backwards off the costumed villain whilst that was happening, she made sure to unhook her sweatshirt from her waist and used it to help lessen the impact of her fall; she landed several feet away from Dewey.

As the sand cleared in front of the middle triplet, Dewey peeked from behind his phone as he watched Gandra rise up from the ground, tying her sweatshirt around her waist as she shot a smirk up at Gizmoduck. “Told ya I could knock him down!”

So for the first scene with these two I just knew I had to give Gandra a badass entrance. Cause she deserves it. Anyway…

“I didn’t say you couldn’t!” Gizmoduck retorted, “I suggested we consider our other options first!”

Gandra Dee rolled her eyes and shrugged. “The opportunity was right there and figured I might as well do it.”

And it was those choice of words that made Gandra Dee Dewey’s new favorite member of Team Science. Before it was Manny, probably…

Dewey put his phone down as he watched the hen pull out a device from her pocket.

“Go on after him, I’ll catch up!”

As the superhero flew to the direction of the knocked down villain, the young hen immediately got to work. A projection came out of her eye, which displayed what Gizmoduck was seeing through his visors as well as some other things that Dewey was sure must be very important cause they looked scientific. Having a projection come out of one’s eye must have not be as distracting as Dewey thought it would since the young adult was multitasking; he watched as she unscrewed the bottom part of her device and attached it to her palm as if she was powering it up.

A projection came out of her eye, which displayed what Gizmoduck was seeing through his visors as well as some other things that Dewey was sure must be very important cause they looked scientific. -

That’s my way of saying “Look use your imagination cause I don’t know how to describe what I’m seeing in my mind

“Wait, I know you!” Dewey finally spoke up. “You’re Huey’s friend; Sandra, right?!”

“Huh?” Gandra must have not noticed the middle triplet was with her the entire time, because for the first time today she was caught off-guard. She looked over to Dewey as she did her best to put a friendly smile on her beak. “Uh, yeah I’m Huey’s friend. And it’s Gandra, Gandra Dee.”

These two have met previously of course in The Splitsword of Swanstantine! where they fought one another (Dewey of course had help from Webby), Dewey of course was told about the events of Beaks in the Shell! from Huey so before properly introducing one another, he would know Gandra as Huey’s friend because she is. She likes Huey. Everyone likes Huey.

Also Huey will be alongside Gandra and Fenton for the majority of Gandra’s story. It’s what he deserves

I do this a lot in my fanfics, but I love having Gandra introduce herself by going “Gandra, Gandra Dee” Why? Cause that’s how she introduced her name to Fenton, that’s why. It’s her spy introduction. Like how Bond says “The name’s Bond, James Bond.”

Also Dewey thinking her name is Sandra is a reference to where the OG Gandra got her name from, Sandra Lee, who was a…{quickly Googles Sandra Lee} an American TV Chef and author…huh.

Anyway. Let’s delve into something I haven’t talked about yet: the OC I made up for this story Rick Rath aka The Punnysher

So here’s the thing about me. I don’t really go out my way to make up OCs. Just something I never really feel like doing unless I really feel the need to for a story. And more often than not, they’re jokes. Which is exactly who Rick Rath is

So for the Gandra and Fenton side of the story, I knew I wanted them to work together as Agent Dee and Gizmoduck to take down Duckburg’s villain of the week. I wanted this villain to be some lucky jerk that Gandra knew through her freelancer career and was an absolute dork. I didn’t want to use a Darkwing Duck villain (I saved that for Drake and Gosalyn) because I didn’t want any Darkwing fans to think I did one of their favorite villains dirty. (And if there are any Darkwing fans who thought I did Splatter Phoenix dirty I promise you SHE WILL BE BACK with a vengeance later in the series)

Anyway, besides working for various evildoers as a means to get by, I always headcanon Gandra’s freelancing job involved smaller projects for the everyman. Fixing stuff, selling her own stuff, etc. And Rick is that, just an everyman and longtime client of Gandra that mainly kept to himself until one day he snapped

So who is The Punnysher? Well he’s basically an amalgam of some of my favorite “pathetic nerd type” villains. He was inspired by my favorite Darkwing Duck villain Megavolt, Paul Dano’s Riddler from The Batman, and Stu from Scream (I personally like to think Matthew Lillard voiced him). His name is Rick Rath cause alliteration, it sorta sounds like riffraff (street rat!), Rath sounds like wrath, and Rick I’m pretty sure I chose because of the Spidey Send-Up character from Superhero Movie was named Rick and that movie is just one of my biggest guilty pleasures. Yeah. Go ahead and judge me but it’s nowhere near as bad as the other _____ Movies of that horrible era of bad spoof movies

And yeah he was created as an excuse to make puns

Earlier in the story, both Fenton and Gandra talk about wanting to avoid causing any property damage when taking down the Punnysher. So I thought it’d be funny if the climatic battle would be at the beach where instead of building being knocked down it’s big sandcastles. Still all that sand everywhere would would be a nightmare what with it being coarse and rough

ANYWAY back to Gandra and Dewey:

“-just keep him busy, Gizmoduck.” Agent Dee said into her earpiece. “I’m just about done here.”

“It was so cool how you knocked that bad guy down! Have you always had the ability to shoot lightning out of your hands!? Don’t tell me, you’re magic, right!?” Dewey asked as he ran up to Gandra.

“Uh, nope. Not magic, just science.” Gandra removed the charging Kill-Bitch from her hand to show off her ungloved hand, giving the young duck some visual aid, “I’ve got nanites in my bloodstream.”

“…Nanites?

“Really tiny microscopic robots.” Gandra explained, emphasizing their size by pinching the air with her thumb and finger to Dewey.

Dewey’s eyes widened as he watched Gandra once again attach her device to her palm.

“YOU’VE GOT ROBOTS IN YOUR BODY!?”

Reasons Why Gandra Dee Would Be Dewey Duck's Favorite Member of Team Science:

She's a badass

She's a spy

She can shoot electricity from her hands

She's an independent freelancer

She's part robot

Dewey's reaction to Gandra having robots in her body is my favorite line in this entire story because you can't tell me that wouldn't be his reaction

So another reason why I think Gandra would be Dewey's favorite Team Science member is because I personally think out of all the members she'd be the one who can explain science related stuff to Dewey the best due to her bluntness and getting straight to the point

Speaking of Gandra, I might as well talk about her for a bit since she is also a main character of this story (also Gosalyn and in a way Boorswan but they're not here so I'm not talking about them)

Now if they're were a Season 4, I'd want a storyline about Gandra trying to fit in the McDuck Found Family because I'd think that'd make for a great story. Out of all the characters, she probably has the weakest connection to the family for the only reason why she became a part of it in the first place is because she hooked up with one of McDuck's employees. Not to mention she doesn't have the highest opinions of Scrooge

I always saw Gandra as more of an anti-hero throughout the show, kind of like Goldie, and I like to think that post-canon she still has some of those qualities. She is still a freelancer but is currently working on the Gizmocloud with Fenton and Gyro

I've said it before but I'll say it again, I really don't like the idea of Gandra working for McDuck Enterprises as part of her character development. It just seems like a betrayal to her character by going corporate and just feels like she's being shaped to be more like Fenton or Gyro when she's a punk garage scientist. I fully support her anti-corporate attitude

I always loved DuckTales for how they show a member returning or trying to turn a new leaf is often a difficult transition for both the member and the family. We saw that with characters like Della when she returned and with Lena when she was trying to hide the De Spell side of her, to me it makes sense doing something similar with Gandra who hasn't really had the chance to interact with the rest of the family, who all their own dynamics and little groups that were able to grow while she was not a part of that family, and I wanted to explore that with this story

“Okay can one of you kids gotta help me out here, but who is she, what exactly is her connection to our family?” Della asked as she pointed to Gandra. “I feel like I know her from somewhere, but I don’t know what…”

“Oh her? She’s Gandra Dee.” Huey answered. “She’s currently dating Fenton.”

“Thanks to us.” Webby proudly added, to which Huey high-fived in response.

I like to think that both Huey and Webby are so proud of the date they put together for Fenton and Gandra that they like to think they played a big part in the two's relationship. Also Huey will totally be Fenton's best man for their wedding and will credit Webby in his speech for their job well done

“…Wait, Fenton is with her?” Lena asked in confusion as she looked over to Violet, “I thought he was with Gyro.”

“Gyro!?” Della repeated in a tone that was a mixture of disbelief and disgust. “Oh please that duck can do waaay better than that hack. And the evidence is right there! I mean did you SEE that landing!? And she can shoot lightning from her hands?!”

“Well, she is a spy and a scientist.” Huey explained.

“Who worked for F.O.W.L.” Louie reminded the group.

“Wait, they were still seeing each other while she was working for F.O.W.L.?!” Della asked.

“Yep.” Huey answered.

“Cool.” Della, Webby, and Lena reacted in unison.

Della, Webby and Lena are Team I Don't Mind that Fenton and Gandra were Seeing Each Other While Gandra was a Part of F.O.W.L. because That is Honestly Really Hot and I Probably Would've Done the Same if I was in Fenton's Position

“Oh yeah, so cool how that she and Fenton found time to see each other while she was busy hacking the money bin and Uncle Scrooge’s robot that nearly killed us.” Louie deadpanned.

“That’s where I know her from!” Della snapped her fingers as if she just remembered the lyrics to a song she hadn’t heard in a while. She then turned towards Louie. “Yeah, crazy day huh? At least she’s on our side now. And hey, she looks like she’s getting along with Dewey, maybe she might need our help.”

I did a joke similar to this in my Indi-Quack! story Convergence at Bud's Dispensary! where both Della and Louie have two very different opinions on Gandra Dee's role in the Escape from the Impossibin!. I still love Della's reaction to it all like she just remembered the name of an actor in a movie she's watching on TV while Louie is a little less forgiving than his mother

This will be explored more in the next story, but when it comes to the triplet's opinions about Gandra Dee now a part of the team it'll be very similar to what we saw when the triplets first hung out with Webby and when their mother returned

Dewey is the most optimistic member of the trio who is ready to welcome the newest member in open arms without a second thought. Louie is the most skeptical, but is not entirely against them being here and still has an open mind about the situation. Huey of course will be the most logical, being a good balance of his two brothers and is not only seeing things from their point of view but also the new member's point of view; understanding how this situation can be complicated for everyone

“HEY AGENT DEE!!?” Della shouted.

“Huh?” Gandra looked away from Dewey and over to the middle triplet’s family.

I've done this in my other stories, but I really love the idea of Della almost always referring to Gandra as Agent Dee kinda like how she calls Beakley by her spy name, 22. Gandra Dee is a spy after all and that is her spy name. Plus I think it'd be nice if for once someone called her that who wasn't using her for their own gain and is only calling that because they think her being a spy is cool

“Hey Gandra!” Huey waved to the hen.

“Oh…” the projection coming from the hen’s eye disappeared as she waved back to the oldest triplet, “hey Huey” Gandra’s eyes surveyed the small group of birds who waved back, “…and family.”

“Do you two need any help?!” Della shouted to Gandra. “Because we’re all ready to fight!” Della looked back over to her son Louie, who was still sitting comfortably on his blanket, shaking his head in indifference. Della looked back. “Well most of us are!”

Isn't nice that this found family is now big enough that some members can sit out of adventures if they need it

“Help?” Gandra repeated in slight confusion. “Oh. Uh, nope, we’re fine here.”

“Aw, are you sure!?” Webby called over. “Because we’d be more than happy to help!”

“We are experienced.” Violet stated.

“And I’m magic.” Lena added.

Gandra's storyline honestly would be a much shorter one if she hung with Della and Team Magic. They are way more chill than Dewey and are allowing Gandra her space. Also I really wanted to capture Gandra's awkward energy we see her have everyone now and then in this scene

“Oh no, no, it’s fine. It’s not necessary for you all to join in.”

“You heard the woman!” Louie exclaimed. “This is one adventure we’re allowed to sit out of! Let the power couple handle this.”

“Right, thanks…” having forgotten his name, Gandra’s Eyebuds scanned the green triplet for more information, “…Llewellyn.”

“It’s Louie, actually!”

It might take Louie awhile to warm up to Gandra...

“Louie, right.” Gandra corrected herself. “But don’t worry, we got this. We’ll get rid of the supervillain so you guys can go back to enjoying your beach day.”

“Yeah! Don’t worry guys,” Dewey said as he stepped by Gandra’s side, “we got this!”

“We?” Gandra asked as she looked down at Dewey in annoyance.

“Yeah! I wanna help you two!” Dewey said as he looked up at Gandra with an excited grin. “That supervillain stands no chance against the collaborative team-up of Gizmoduck, Agent Dee, and their super sidekick Dewey! I even got a team name for our little group, The Super Spies! You know cause Gizmoduck is a superhero, you’re a spy, and yours Dew-ly is a little bit of both. I’ve helped Darkwing Duck on his superhero adventures, and I helped Launchpad beat Double-O-Duck which I know is a video game, but like it’s a VR video game, so it’s pretty much the same thing. I’m basically the Ultimate Sidekick!”

Dewey is looking up at Gandra, while she is looking down at him. Symbolism.

Also I decided to flex Dewey's resume here to further prove why he'd be great with Gandra (as well as Fenton). Also I like to think Gandra's eyelids went lower when he said "yours Dew-ly"

“Oh really? That’s cool and all, but did you not hear what I just told your family, kid?” Gandra grumbled.

“Nerp! I was too busy looking at the sleeves on your shirt!” Dewey answered. “I really dig your style! Did your shirt come like that or did you cut them yourself?!”

“I-..what?” Out of all the responses Dewey could have given Gandra, that was one of them that she was not ready for.

Honestly, that's a question I always wondered about Gandra's shirt but I'm too scared to ask. Dewey wouldn't be tho

“Agent Dee?” The sound of Fenton’s voice music to Gandra’s ears as it came out of her earpiece, “Not to sound too impatient but is the Kill-Bitch ready yet, I could really use your assistance.”

DING

The moment the device dinged, Dewey’s eyes widened as he immediately grabbed the Kill-Bitch out of Gandra’s palm.

“Okay! What do you want me to do with this!?” Dewey said as he examined the device. “It looks dangerous, but don’t worry Danger is my middle name! Pretty cool that you made something that looks deadly that’s no bigger than my phone!” Dewey exclaimed as he put the Kill-Bitch by phone for the size comparison, accidentally causing the device to latch onto his phone. “Oh no…”

I love Dewey cause he's always down for whatever adventure he gets caught in and always ready to help. Which I'm sure can be a nuisance for some especially if he isn't caught up with what's going on

“What are you doing!?” Gandra yelled at Dewey, “I was going to use that to destroy The Punnysher’s jetpack!”

“This thing’s gonna destroy my phone?!” Dewey yelled back in shock as he instinctively threw his phone aside, landing it in the water.

BZZT

“No!” Gandra groaned as she pulled Dewey’s phone out of the water and detached the Kill-Bitch from the phone. “I didn’t waterproof this thing.”

“But don’t worry, my phone is.” Dewey replied hoping to make the hen feel better.

“Yeah but the Kill-B-…my device still was able to do some damage to it.” Gandra tossed Dewey’s phone to the middle triplet while she pulled out the other broken Kill-Bitch from her pocket and examined the two broken devices. “…Oh yeah, I can fix it.”

I always imagined Gandra would be a mixture of being both good and bad with children. But she does know not to swear in front of children. We saw that in Beaks in the Shell!, seriously watch the scene when Huey enters the Gizmocloud, she almost dropped an F-bomb in front of sweet Huey.

“Oh no!” Dewey examined his phone, “I just got upgraded my phone recently! Aw man, do you know how many ducks are on our family plan? My turn to upgrade won’t be for a long time now!”

I too am from a big family and on a family phone plan. Waiting for your turn for an upgrade sure is a bitch

Gandra rolled her eyes as she pulled out The Thanks, Bitch from her pockets and attached it to Dewey’s phone. “This thing will ding when it’s done. Do NOT throw it into the ocean. Now please give me some space so I can help Gizmoduck.”

“Wait! Gandra I’m sorry for messing up, I wanna redeem myself! Please let me help you guys, I’ll do whatever you tell me to do!”

Gandra did not know what could have possibly come over her, but looking down at the young duck dressed as an aviator who looked like he disappointed his elders, made her not want to tell him no. But at the same time, she did not want any of his help at all.

You know I did want to do a joke about Dewey dressed up as his mom for this scene with Gandra. Something along the lines that he looks like he's going to fight the Red Baron, but I couldn't find any good space for it that wouldn't disrupt the flow of the story

When writing these scenes where Gandra is brushing Dewey away from, I really wanted none of this to feel mean-spirited and I hope it didn't feel like it at all

“…Hey Dewey, do you like music?”

Dewey grinned up at Gandra, “I sure do! Actually I’m a-”

“Great!” Gandra responded as she crouched down so that she was eye-level with the duck and mirrored his grin and spoke in a peppier voice. “I like music too. In fact, I love listening to it whenever I need to work on my gadgets or do spy missions.”

“Oh! So you can stay focused and not be bothered by any annoying distractions, right!?” Dewey asked as he bounced his body up and down in excitement.”

Don't you just love it when people don't know they're insulting themselves?

“Right.” Gandra said as she pulled out her phone and handed it to Dewey. “Now I need you to help me pick out one of my playlists for me to listen to while I make a new device to take down Gizmoduck’s bad guy.”

“…Oh.” Dewey looked down at the phone and then back to Gandra. “And that will be helpful?”

Dewey may not be the brightest character in DuckTales, but I don't think he's an idiot and I wanted to show that by having him question Gandra.

“It sure will!” Gandra exclaimed as she got to taking apart both Kill-Bitches to combine them into one working Kill-Bitch. “The playlist you pick will also be the one I listen to while fighting that bad guy over there, so I’m counting on you on picking out something good.”

What Gandra is doing her is the equivalent of handing a younger sibling a video game controller that isn't plugged in and saying "Yeah, you're helping!"

The hen immediately got to work as Dewey started scrolling through her various playlists, finding the task to be more difficult than he thought since he wanted to pick out something really good for Gandra that would be perfect background music for what was going on.

-Workout

-Running

-Sciencing

-Just wanna smash something

-Sciencing (w/ Fenton)

-F%@# the System!!

-Just Vibing

-Gaming

-F.O.W.L. Work Playlist

-Gizmocloud

-Just wanna “smash” something (Fenton)

“Uh…” Dewey said as he looked through.

I had too much fun coming up with different names for Gandra's various playlists. And don't worry, Dewey doesn't understand the meaning behind the final one.

and I ain't explaining it if you don't know

DING

“Sorry for the delay, Gizmoduck. I’ll be joining you shortly.” Gandra said to her earpiece as she stood up and looked back at Dewey. “You done, kid?”

“I…Uh, wait! I think I know the perfect song for you!” Dewey exclaimed as he went away Gandra’s playlists and searched for another song which he selected.

Gandra stood in place for a brief second as the music started to play out of her headphones. “Hmm…”

So the song I selected for this fight sequence is the song Runaway Baby by Bruno Mars. I think I first heard the song at work listening to Spotify when it randomly started playing and I instantly loved it and thought it would be the perfect song for this sequence. It also pairs well with the storyline I have planned for this unlikely duo

“…Did I select a good song?”

“Hmm?” Gandra looked over to Dewey. “Oh yeah. I mean, it’s a bit mainstream for my liking, but I can work with this.” The hen spoke into her earpiece. “Going radio silent, Gizmoduck. Heading right into the action.” She took the earpiece out of her ear.

Gandra's a hipster and I just love making fun of her for that

“Anything else I can do, Agent Dee?!” Dewey grinned at Gandra.

“Nah, don’t worry kid, we got this.”

“Oh…” Dewey held up his phone. “Is it cool if I record the fight once it’s done getting fixed?”

“Sure thing, just try not to be in the crossfire; okay kid?”

“Okay!”

Gandra smirked as she placed her headphones and made her way to the battle on the beach, doing several flips in the process.

Right now, the nickname Gandra has for Dewey is "kid", something short, simple, and to the point. Also we see Gandra with those headphones but we never saw her wear them! She deserves to have a fight scene where she's listening to music while fighitng

“…Were all those flips really necessary?” Violet asked as she watched the fight happen before her eyes.

Since I already established that Lena and Webby both think Gandra is really cool I thought it'd be funny and a good balance if Violet was the least impressed with her.

“Shut up, Violet.” Lena answered as she kept her attention on Gandra.

“Yeah, Violet, sh- no.” Della stopped herself before she could say anything else. Della looked over to Lena. “Lena, Violet is entitled to her own opinion. Now how about we just watch the fight before our eyes without any commentary.”

Part of me wanted Della to actually say "shut up", but I really don't think that'd be a good look for Della. Plus I don't want anyone to think I hate Violet. Violet is great

“Hey Rick!” Gandra called up to the Punnysher.

Rick looked over to Gandra the very moment she decided to stick her middle finger right up at the rat, further emphasizing the finger with electricity surrounding it. Needless to say, he took the bait as he charged right at the hen. “It’s The Punnysher!”

So here's a funny thing about how I write Gandra during her cockier scenes. I know how she's hated character to various people in the fandom, well when I write her I like to pretend that those people are reading the story and I do whatever I can to emphasize the traits they don't like about her as if she's holding a middle finger at them

The smirk on Gandra’s face stayed on as she waited to the last possible second to jump over the villain and onto Gizmoduck’s back which stood on. “Thanks for the ride, Suit.”

“Glad you’re back, Agent Dee, what took ya?”

“Just a minor inconvenience that I took care…Seven o’clock!”

"minor inconvenience" She's talking about Dewey! It was a pun!

An arm came out of the front of the Gizmosuit and threw a pie in the seven o’clock position which hit yet another one of the drones out of the sky, while Gandra herself took care of some of the drones surrounding the duo. Gizmoduck kept his focus on the Punnysher who was still ahead of him.

Besides the two doing more sciencey stuff together, I always felt the show could have used more scenes showing their skills as fighters. Fenton's a superhero and Gandra's a spy, they're a pair of dorks but also badasses

Once the drones were no longer an issue for the dynamic duo, Gizmoduck stopped trailing the jetpacked villain and flew at him head-on, throwing one final pie at the Punnysher. Which unfortunately did not land on the villain and instead hit a random citizen at the beach.

“AHHHHHH!! Coconut!”

“Sorry!” Gizmoduck shouted to the pie-covered civilian and then looked back to his partner. “That was my last pie.”

I actually really love coconut cream pie. I just knew that would be the funniest flavor to complain about

“Got a number four with a large diet Cherry Pep for Tuskerninni…” Perhaps it was because she was too frustrated with all she had to do on what was supposed to be a chilled workday, or maybe it was because she was used to Duckburg’s many different inconveniences, but it was not until Jane was back with the rest of the cast and crew of the Funso’s ad that she noticed what was happening. “Oh. A Gizmoduck battle, neat.”

“Jane, look out!” Louie called over to the Funso employee.

“Relax, Mr. Duck, I’m fine.”

Of course Louie would be concerned for Jane's safety. He's a good kid

And although that may be true, she was however unaware of the middle triplet who was filming the battle on his phone. And since Dewey’s focus was on the battle he was unaware of his own surroundings, which was why he collided into Jane causing the Funso employee to knock the pizza box out of her hands.

“My pizza!!!” Tuskerninni reacted in terror as the box landed closer to the superhero battle.

It was then Gandra landed on the ground. “Perfect!” The hen picked up the box and called up to her boyfriend “Yo! Gizmoduck! Special delivery!”

Gizmoduck flew by and grabbed the pizza from Gandra.

“Hey!” Tuskerninni snarled in anger. “Those two stole my pizza!” He turned over to Jane, who was busy comforting Dewey.

I just want say Spider-Man 2 is my favorite Spider-Man 2 film out of all the Spider-Man 2s out there. And I'm pretty sure this bit was inspired by the film's opening. Pizza Time.

“You okay, Dew-Man? I didn’t see ya there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t get hurt.”

SPLAT

“YAAAAARGGHH!! It burns!!”

Dewey, Jane, the McDuck family members and friends, as well as the rest of the beachgoers looked over as they watched The Punnysher (whose face was now covered with pizza) crash down to the ground yet again.

“Nice throw, Suit!” Gandra said before looking back over to Jane and Dewey. “Oh, hey Jane.”

“Hey.”

This isn't the first time I've written Gandra and Jane together in a story. In the Indi-Quack! story F.O.W.L. Play! I had Jane vent to Gandra about her job at Funso's. I personally like to think that while Gandra was at F.O.W.L. she ran into Jane at Funso's and the two hit it off by complaining about their horrible jobs, cause sometimes you just need one person to listen to you about your crappy job who understands what you're going through

The rat got up and wiped the hot pizza and sand off of his face and was greeted to the sight of a smirking Gandra Dee.

“Hey Rick.”

“Gandra…”

“You done playing supervillain?”

“Never.” Rick once again started his jetpack, only this time it didn’t turn on. After hitting the button several more times while Gandra stood and watched in amusement.

“Having some performance issues, Rick?”

The rat took off his backpack and glared at the Kill-Bitch which Gandra stuck on when he was done, he attempted to pull the device off, but it wouldn’t budge.

BZZT

The jetpack part of the backpack was completely powerless, completely drained, and no longer useful. But it could serve as a decent backpack. The rat looked over to the hen who simply shrugged in response.

Gandra's a smartass and I love when I can write her as such

“You bootlicking bi-”

BZZZZZT

Gandra punched Rick right in the gut with a full force of electricity coming out of her hands, causing the rat to fall to the ground. “There are children present, mister.”

Gandra knows not to swear in front of kids

Rick groaned as he curled on the ground in pain. “…Can I at least get a refund on the crap you broke?”

“No refunds on damaged goods.” Gandra stated before she kicked the rat, damaging his goods.

Yeah I’m proud of this crotch kicking joke, he deserved it

“Ha! Nice!” Della commented as she watched Gandra kick the villain in his groin before looking back to the kids she was accompanying at the beach. “Man, I love that everyone we know is some type of adventurer that knows how to fight.

Besides Dewey, I love to think Della also really loves meeting new members of this adventure found family

Gandra looked over to Gizmoduck as he landed beside her. “He’s down.”

“I saw…” Gizmoduck stated as he looked down at the villain curled up in the sand, groaning in pain.

Don’t worry Gandra, Della thought it was funny. I like to think when it comes to superhero battles Fenton is a real boy scout like Superman. Or I guess Junior Woodchuck in this world

The duo then looked away from the villain as they heard the sounds of the beachgoers and the press (who arrived shortly after the fight) making their way to the trio involved in the superhero fight.

It was then Gandra felt a hand clamp onto her shoulder.

“Why don’t you kids get out of here?” Della offered as her children, Webby, and the Sabrewings followed close behind. “We’ll make sure he doesn’t get away, plus I don’t think you want to deal with all that.” Della motioned over to the various news teams and police officers heading their way.

Della is a pro at adventure and knows the press is the last thing these two need to deal with

“Oh, thanks.” Gandra looked over to Fenton. “Mind giving a ride back to work?”

“Not at all.” Fenton held out his arms, to which Gandra hopped up into.

Look I just think their finale end credits appearance was adorable, okay!???!

“Gandra, wait!” Dewey, who still had his phone out, tossed the Thanks, Bitch to the hen.

“Almost forgot.” Gandra caught the device and then winked at Dewey. “Thanks for the help, kid.”

Dewey stood in silence as Huey joined him by his side, the two watched as Gizmoduck fly away with Gandra.

“We know some pretty cool people, huh, Dewey?”

“Yeah, we sure do…”

Oh Gandra. If only you knew what a little bit of praise from an adult does to these kids…

Pretty soon the police arrived and arrested Rick Rath, while the press started to do their thing.

“Roxanne Featherly reporting live at Duckburg Beach where excitement is in the air.Gizmoduck has stopped yet another supervillain from attacking the city. Or so we are to presume for the only evidence we have is eyewitness accounts.”

“Wrong you are Roxanne.” Louie said as he slipped his way onto the cameras, snagging Dewey’s phone from his brother. “For my very talented filmmaker brother was able to capture the whole fight on his phone and yes are willing to share it with this highest bidder.”

Louie leaned towards Dewey and whispered. “Dude we are going to get so much money for this project it's insane.”

As the press started to make their bids to the green triplet, Webby could not help and smiled towards her friends. “Even though we didn’t get to film any more of The Spear of Selene, I’d still say this was a great trip to the beach.”

“Indeed” Violet agreed, “for not only did we get to meet the new Funso in person, Dewford also got to participate in an exciting superhero battle.”

“Well,” Della stretched before grabbing the keys to the car, “I’d say we’re done here. Let’s go home.”

I didn’t say this in the story but Della got the car from Donald

Lena then looked over to the parked car with a devious grin on her face. “Shotgun.”

“DAMN IT!!!” Louie shouted in annoyance.

I love brick jokes and knew this was gonna be the final joke in the Dewey storyline of this story when I started writing this

Well I hope you enjoyed this commentary, christianfoxymc! Thanks again! Here’s hoping I’ll be able to continue this story real soon!

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Not going anywhere | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

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Request:” Hi i have request for you ,Lucifer and the reader have a big fight they are married, and this fight it's lucifer fault The reader leaves home and Lucifer decides to give her space After a few days, he goes to the reader and realizes that she has been missing for a few days,When the person behind all this claims that the reader is dead and gives them a her body . Everyone thinks that the reader is dead and Lucifer He gets depressed and thinks it's all his fault , and after a few days, the thieves release the singer and the reader goes to Lucifer.Lucifer first thinks it is an imagination and then apologizes to the reader Thank you so much”

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: kidnapping, death

~~~

Your intention had never been to start a fight. All you wanted an explanation (preferably one that also made sense) and an apology, but apparently that was too much to ask, because as soon as you voiced your opinion, Lucifer went up in flames

“Don’t start this again!”

“I dislike it just as much as you do but what I hate more is being cancelled on, AGAIN, through a text message no less!”

“It was an emergency!”

“It’s always an emergency Lucifer! It’s starting to sound a lot like work means more to you than I do!” “The detective needs me, damn it!” your husband yelled

“And she has you! Every day of every week! All I ask for is one date night and for the past month you’ve done nothing but avoid committing to one or backing out at the last second! I’m tired of being your second choice Lucifer! I’m your wife and you are my husband, I love you to the ends of the world, I just wish you'd say no to Decker from time to time...”

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N. So if you’re not on your deathbed, other people are and they need me now!” as he said this, Lucifer walked right past you and into your bedroom, seemingly ignorant to the painful words he’d just said. You looked around the living room, vision blurry with tears, your chest heavy with anger and disgust. You rushed towards the elevator.

“When you find time in your busy schedule and feel like being my spouse again, let me know!” the elevator door closed before Lucifer could say anything

~~~

When Lucifer woke up the next morning to a cold and empty bed, he didn’t think much of it.Truthfully, he was still kind of pissed at the attitude you had given him a day before, so he got dressed as usual and went to the precinct, assuming you’ll be home by nightfall.

Except when he got home that night, he stopped by Lux first, which ended up like it always does: with him sucked into an endless cycle of booze and dancing, that lasted until well into the night. When he did enter the penthouse eventually, he found it empty. Exactly the way he had left it in the morning. Even the tie he had left on the floor, after deciding last minute that it didn’t go with his suit, was untouched. Now this was curious, but still, Lucifer felt like you must be playing hard to get. He sent you one text message, before going to bed

“Call me when you can!”

The day after that, he figured his part was done! By reaching out first, he had already made a big compromise, so now it was your turn! To reach out, come home! But that didn’t happen that day, or the day after that.

Three days after the text message,Lucifer was getting worried. He was looking at his phone every other minute. Always making sure he hadn’t accidently put it on silent or missed any texts. He sent more messages, telling you he was sorry and that he wanted you to come home. That he would listen and spend more time with you, promising luxurious dates and weekend trips, if only you forgave him. You didn’t even open the messages.

“Lucifer are you listening?” Decker was insanely annoyed at her partner’s lack of concentration

“Sorry detective. I’ve...I’ve got a lot on my mind”

“Well, better get it out of the way now, so that we can move on to our case!” she said, cleaning out her desk quickly, before resting back into her chair “Talk to me!”

“It’s Y/N. I’m worried about her!”

“Why?” “We...had a fight a couple days ago and she left. She hasn’t come back since”

“Have you heard from her at all?”

“No…” Lucifer said, embarrassed at his own lack of care for you. He should have called you earlier, reached out more! He should have tried harder!

“How long had she been missing for?”

“4...maybe 5 days…”

“Lucifer, are you sane? And you’re only telling me now?!” Chloe jumped from her seat, turning on her computer

“I thought she needed space! I thought she was avoiding me intentionally cause she was angry! I didn’t know…” Lucifer choked back a sob, not wanting to break down in tears in the middle of the precinct

“Lucifer!” Chloe caught hold of his hand “I’m gonna find her! I promise you!” A few days later, she did. Well, more like Y/n came to her, in the shape of a pretty little gift box left on Decker's doorstep.

“A lil too late on your case detective” read the note attached to it.

Inside were Y/N’s clothes, all of them stained with dark, dried blood. Y/N was declared dead that day and the case was closed. At her funeral, only her closests friends were present. Lucifer wanted it to be as intimate as possible.

That day was also the first time anyone had seen Lucifer, since the news. His eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles under his eyes almost matched the black suit he was wearing. Throughout the ceremony he kept twisting his wedding band, a habit he’d picked up on since you went missing. He chose not to do a speech, but once the crowd disappeared, and he was left face to face with your grave, he pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket and sat down on the grass.

“In hell, everyone feared me. There, I was nothing but another server of the universe, ruling over an empire I never really wanted, because I never had a choice. So eventually I left, thinking anywhere will be better than what I had, and I came to earth.

I ran into you about 2 weeks later, before I really even knew how to behave myself. Before I knew anything about who I really was besides ‘the devil’. I longed to know, grow and discovers different sides of me, where I could be something new, and you gave it to me. You made me who I never thought I could possibly be. You made me a lover. I never thought of myself as capable to love anyone, in any degree, but your light shone everywhere you went and your kindness touched me and everyone around you. It became impossible to not get infatuated with your person. I allowed you to see and feel around every dark corner of my soul and being and every time I thought it was the end. Everytime I would take in your touch as if it was the last, I would prepare myself for abandonment, but it never came. Through everything you stood by my side and when I felt my darkest, you gave me a fistful of your light and that was enough to keep me going. You married a broken man and called him perfect, despite everyone telling you how much of a foul you were. Even then, you shooed them away. Even then you chose me. I wasn’t worthy of your love or your trust and our last night together proved it.

You’re not here anymore to hear my apologies and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You’ve gone now somewhere I can not follow, but I know you are well taken care of there. I hope, someway, somehow, you’ll hear these words: I am sorry. I loved you with my entire soul. Not listening to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll never forgive myself. I choose however, to remember you as you were, because I know that’s what you’d want. I’ll remember you and your laugh.I’ll remember our date nights and shopping sprees. Nights in Lux or on the penthouse balcony. I’ll remember all the meals you prepared for me and the flirtatious remarks you used to make, because you thought they were so silly. I’ll remember the little frown on your face whenever you worked on an important project for work and I’ll remember every evening walk around the block you’d make me accompany you on. I know I always complained about them, but they were always fun. Everything I ever did with you was always fun.

I loved you. I still do. You are my everything Y/N. Thank you for devoting yourself to me in all the ways that you did. I’ll forever live on in my heart.“

~~~

It had been months since your disappearance. After all this time, you finally managed to escape your kidnappers and report them to the New York police station, since that’s where you had been held hostage for so long. As soon as the paperwork was done and you were sure that the people who ruined you were getting the punishment they deserved, you jumped on a train and headed straight back home. Straight to Lucifer.

Lux looked exactly the same as you had left it. You were washed over by a wave of comfort that almost brought you to tears. Home. You never thought you’d get to step in here again. Overwhelmed, you took a seat on one of the couches, allowing your head to rest back on it, as you took in every detail of your surroundings: the feel of the leather on your fingertips, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, the warm lights. Everything was still here.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound

“Hi love…” your voice broke as you said those words. Words you never thought you would be able to mutter again. The sight of your husband, messy as he was, made you weak in the knees. He was standing at the top of the staircase, dressed in nothing but his robe, tied carelessly around his waist. He had probably just woken up. You wanted to say something again, but before you could, he laughed

“Nope” he said simply, before making his way down the stairs and to the bar “I’m not doing this. Not today, not ever!” Lucifer filled his glass to the top with bourbon, before turning around and trying to leave back to where he came from

“Lucifer, it's me!”

“Sure you are, except you’re not real! Nice of dad, taking my ability to stay endlessly sober, getting me drunk, forcing visions of my dead wife onto me to teach me another lesson about managing my emotions. Real clever, except this is too much! So I’m going to enter that elevator and I expect to never have to see you again, hum? Right, well, au revoir now!” he continued on his way, but before he could get far, you were clutching on the silk tie of his robe. Lucifer felt the tug around his waist and turned around slowly to look at you, this time a little more unsure. As if he was trying to figure you out

“Lucifer, I’m Y/N. I escaped”

“Escaped? But that’s impossible, she died! I saw it-”

“What you saw was a bloody shirt!” he looked up to meet your gaze, tears already forming “They lied to you Lucifer”

Finally, it seemed like he had connected all of the pieces of the puzzle. The glass of alcohol fell to the ground and your husband wrapped you in a big hug for the first time in months. He nuzzled his head in your hair and took in your scent, your figure, your warmth. Hell, you were even more perfect that he remembered! Silent tears fell down both of your cheeks as you collapsed to the ground, still holding onto each other for dear life

“I’m so sorry” Lucifer sobbed in your hair “I’m so so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault Luci”

“If I hadn’t been a jerk you wouldn’t have left! If I would have simply listened to you, they wouldn’t have gotten to you! You would’ve stayed here, where you belong! You would have stayed with me but instead I was too busy with my stupid job and the stupid cases and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” he continued crying on your shoulder as you rubbed small circles on his back

“I’m here now my love” you whispered, kissing his cheek “And I’m not going anywhere”

#lucifer #lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar angst #lucifer morningstar

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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Can u make mc is the actual owner of Cerberus when he was a pup but villagers killed him because they thought that he was a monster and what how would the brothers and the undateable react to that when mc started to cry when she saw Cerberus headcanons

Oh Beans! I totally spaced when reading this and only have the brothers.

I'll post what I have here right now, but this will also be on AO3, so if you keep checking/subscribe there, you'll get a notification when I've added the undateables! It might not be for a while though, since I'm about to start school again ^-^;;

Who's a Good Boy?

The Guard Dog of the House of Hades. A vicious, three-headed hellhound that only the fallen Morningstar himself could command. Unfathomably massive. Devourer of demons, angels, and humans alike. Notoriously difficult to groom.

That is Cerberus, Lucifer’s extremely volatile pet named after a figure from Greek mythology for reasons no one truly understands. The creature has struck fear into the hearts of its housemates, and the Devildom at large, for what feels like ages.

So when MC cries upon seeing the wolf-dog for the first time, none of the brothers are especially surprised. How could a human cross such a monster’s path and live, after all?

Except those who weep in fear usually don’t then barrel full-tilt into one of the monster’s furry legs, babbling incoherently about how they thought they’d never see him again.

One of Cerberus’ heads leans down to the human, and the brothers panic, fearing the worst. It opens its mouth, revealing razor sharp fangs—

And licks MC’s entire body in a saliva-filled canine kiss. Now covered in tears and drool, MC laughs as they shake themself off, teasing the hellhound by saying that they already showered today, thank you very much.

“So, did you miss me as much as I missed you?” they ask, giving Cerberus’ central head some under the chin scritches (the only part of its head they can currently reach).

Cerberus boofs loudly, enormous tail waving back and forth at an increasingly hazardous pace.

Lucifer

What.

Lucifer is dealing with a Lot right now. He almost lost the exchange student to his own dog, except apparently Cerberus used to belong to MC?! How?!

He orders Cerberus to back away from the human, part of him still convinced that this is somehow a combination of MC being mistaken and Cerberus playing with its food, but the hellhound actually growls at him and picks MC up by the back of their shirt, tossing them onto its back.

MC, in response, finds new places to scritch.

He stares at the scene for a few minutes, unable to process what his life has become.

Later, once Cerberus finally agrees to let MC leave, they explain to him that Cerberus used to be a puppy in the human world.

Obviously, he was immediately noted as strange due to his three heads, and the people of MC’s village believed him to be an omen of death. MC themself didn’t care, and just saw “lil’ Cerb” as a puppy like any other, albeit an exceptionally drooly one.

He used to be more or less normal dog-sized, but it quickly became obvious that Cerberus was growing fast, and would be much larger than even a wolf by the time he was done. He also became harder and harder to hide.

Unfortunately, one night they awoke to poor Cerberus being chased out into the night by a mob, never to return.

They assumed the worst, mourned, and got on with their life as best as they could. But seeing Cerberus— they knew it was the same dog as soon as they saw him — brought all those emotions right back to the surface.

It’s not hard to adapt to these strange circumstances. Lucifer is actually quite relieved to have someone who is both willing and able to safely help him in caring for Cerberus, and both MC and the hellhound delight in each other’s company.

Lucifer also won’t deny the pride he feels upon seeing MC, the one he loves, getting along so well with his son dog.

Mammon

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The P A N I C of seeing MC within bite-chomp-murder-kill distance of Cerberus nearly killed Mammon.

What the hell is he supposed to do against that furball?! MC’s dead meat, a chew toy, he can’t save them again—

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY D O I N G ? !

Torn between passing out from fear and yelling about how brave and cool HIS human is!

So he kinda just… stands there, slack-jawed, as MC finds a spot on the creature that makes it thump its leg so hard the ground shakes.

Already he’s cooking up ways to use MC’s Cerberus-taming powers to get into all kinds of Shenanigans

Except he quickly learns that while Cerb is much more gentle with MC, it won’t let them distract it from its duties.

Has this resulted in MC semi-unwillingly riding Cerberus as it chases a terrified Mammon throughout the Devildom? Possibly~

Though when MC explains to Mammon how Cerberus used to be their dog, and what had happened to him… He can’t help but feel a touch more sympathetic to the hellhound.

Only a little bit though. It still does try and tear him apart whenever he gets too close, after all.

Leviathan

Levi’s fear metamorphoses into awe much faster than the others’. MC LOOKS SO COOL!! Riding the mighty Cerberus like a steed!

He desperately wishes he had the art skills to capture this iconic moment forever. But alas, a camera will have to do.

It’s a pretty good picture, the comparatively small human sitting on Cerberus’ back like something straight out of a fantasy novel. Levi even has a shot of them accidentally scritching a spot that makes Cerberus breathe fire (like a furry dragon!)

100% gets super emotional when MC tells him how they originally had— and lost— Cerberus as a puppy. It reminds him of his precious Henry 1.0 in some ways…

Begs MC to let him post the photos he took, along with their story as the caption. It’s just too good! It’s exactly like that arc in My Adventurer Boyfriend Keeps Adopting the Monsters He Beats in Combat and Now We’re Running Out of Space to Keep Them!

Like Mammon, Levi also quickly learns that just because he unlocked Cerberus’ tragic backstory, doesn’t mean that the hellhound will treat him any differently.

But sometimes, after a long “walk” with MC, the massive creature will be mostly asleep. And then, his hand shaking, MC will guide Levi to pet Cerberus’ flank. Its tail swishes softly, Levi’s own swaying in response.

Satan

He shakes his head and laughs, torn between relief, awe, shock, and lingering horror for MC’s safety. Of course they can tame even the ferocious Cerberus…

Guess all sorts of angry monsters like MC, huh?

He definitely wants to hear the story of MC owning Cerberus in the past, but first he’s going to drink in the absolutely dumbfounded expression on Lucifer’s face.

Toooootally doesn’t cry upon hearing MC’s story with Cerberus. No way, he’s still a cat person, he swears!

...No one is allowed to comment on Satan’s various burn injuries that occur over the next few weeks.

Not if they don’t want to be left with worse.

Asmodeus

OH SHIT!! Also, ewwwww

Once the fear for MC’s safety subsides, Asmo can appreciate the cuteness and hilarity that is MC with Cerberus. Truly no one is immune to their charms it seems, and their affections know no bounds.

...Is it that same quality that allows MC to continue to care for him and his brothers despite their past actions?

Asmo claims that the smoke from Cerberus’ fire breath is getting into his eyes, prompting him to leave. He has a good long stare-at-a-wall crisis for a bit.

Learning MC and Cerberus’ story only makes him mushier. Their tragedy got a happy ending after all!

As much as he loves MC’s charms, he still insists that they de-drool themself before touching him or any of his things. It stinks like brimstone!

Now if they need any help getting clean… That he can oblige~

Beelzebub

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH part 2

As one of the physically stronger brothers, when Lucifer’s not available it’s Beel’s job to groom Cerberus. He knows how dangerous that mutt is.

But apparently not for MC “Knows No Fear” over there!

As Cerberus continues to remain docile in MC’s presence, Beel starts to appreciate the cuteness of a human and their giant hellhound.

Unabashedly mushy upon hearing MC’s story about Cerberus. The themes of losing a loved one, only to find them much later in a new form… it kinda hits a little close to home for him.

(It’s not a perfect analogy: Beel knows MC isn’t Lilith, but having them as part of her legacy is undeniably cathartic. It’s why he doesn’t share these exact feelings with them, since he knows they’re uncomfortable with being compared to her excessively. Still, he can’t help but note the comparison.)

Naturally, he’s also very happy to have a very useful partner for grooming Cerberus. That living nightmare turns into an overgrown puppy whenever MC’s around. It’s much easier, and much safer, to work with this way.

Plus, it means he gets some quality time with MC! And there’s nothing quite like the fond smiles they share with him during these moments.

Belphegor

He has got to be dreaming. No way is this actually happening— nope, Mammon just stepped on his foot, and that hurt, he’s awake.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Does MC not fear death? Is that it? Did that part of their brain just completely shut down when he killed them?!

Unlike the others, he can’t really shut down his panic. Sure, right now Cerberus is acting all cuddly, but that could change on a dime. That dog only listens to Lucifer, and right now all Lucifer is doing is staring gormlessly at it!!!

He nearly loses his hand trying to pull MC away from the creature (which it naturally did Not appreciate).

“Belphie, wait! It’s okay,” MC reassures him even as smoke blows out of Cerberus’ nostrils.

They explain their history with the hellhound, how they rescued it as a puppy and then lost it to the angry and frightened people of their village.

Belphegor can’t help but recall their expression when he told them about his imprisonment, the outrage there mingling with a much older emotion. Is that why they were so quick to help him?

He’s still wary of Cerberus. He refuses to be fooled by any facades the creature may be putting up.

But one day, MC invites him to one of their “playdates”. Cerberus watches him like a hawk, growling when he first approaches, but MC just shushes and soothes the monster until it allows him closer.

And maybe, after a few tense minutes, the pair begin to relax around each other.

And maybe, Lucifer has a picture of MC and Belphegor curled up in Cerberus’ fur as the three take a mid-afternoon nap.

And maybe, Belphegor lets him keep it.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me cerberus #obey me scenarios #mine #my writing #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #mc

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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can you write a drabble of s/o age regressing after a scary situation and maybe hawks or dabi (whatever you feel) hugging them and just general fluff and comfort? I totally understand if you don't wanna write this so no pressure!!

Yeppers! As someone who experiences something similar to age regression/ little space, this will be based on my own experiences

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Type: headcanons/drabble

Warnings: Age regression/little space, crying, Manga spoilers for Dabi's backstory, reader being adorable

Other: I'm not %100 sure if I'd call my experience 'little space,' it's something that only showed up in the past year or so. Also, I usually only go into 'little space' when I'm very happy or comfortable or I'm doing something childish, and even after talking to people who actually age regress, I'm not sure what to call my experience.

Fluff Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Touya Todoroki/Dabi-

I feel like he doesn't understand it at first; like mans has never even heard of people who age regress until he met you.

When you first mentioned it to him, he was so confused.

"Okay so- hang on what?"

The first time you actually do it in front of him he literally has no idea what to do, he's so confused and probably more scared than you are.

He has the best intentions, but he did lock you in a room and call Toga for advice when you started to cry.

When you got big again, you were pissed.

And reasonably so.

It took a while, but he eventually got used to your little space and figured out what to do when you did this.

There was a point where he tried to deny how cute he thought it was- you acting like a child and doing childlike things.

He uses it as an opportunity to atone for the things he did as a child to his younger siblings, and as a way to feel like he can actually take care of something.

"Y/n, I'm back!" The door swung shut behind him as he stepped into your apartment, looking around, he couldn't see you. The whole place was a mess, books torn off their shelves and even some broken dishes in the kitchen.

Dabi frowned, he'd seen your apartment like this a couple of times before, usually what happens when you absolutely can't take it anymore.

He peeked inside your room, finding you sprawled on top of the sheets with your clothes still on, fast asleep.

He wished you'd called him, he knew he told you he was on a mission and not to bother him but if you had called he would've dropped anything and everything to appear by your side to comfort you throughout whatever caused this. He crept into your bedroom quietly, pulling the blankets you had kicked onto the ground up and over your body, turning the lights off.

He sighed, grabbing the broom and sweeping up the glass from the broken plate, and throwing it away. He put everything back in its place, even vacuuming the carpet so it was nice and soft when you woke up.

He was just finishing wiping down the counters when he heard you coming out of the bedroom. He turned his head to see you waddling towards him, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"Touya?" you murmured, looking up at him "What are you doing here?"

"I live here too, y'know, it's only natural I come here in my free time," he explained. He felt your arms wrap around him, face pressing into his back.

"Warm..." your voice was soft, and he had to stop himself from burying his face into his arms to escape from the pure ball of cuteness that was hugging him. "Wanna cuddle."

He glanced over his shoulder at you, finding you staring up at him with a pout on your face, oh yeah you were definitely in 'smol mode' as he sometimes called it.

"Wanna cuddle, hm? Sorry baby you gotta wait until I'm finished cleaning."

"Nooooooo" you whined, slowly sliding down his body until you were clutching his leg. "Want cuddles!"

"Just let me fini-"

"Do that later! Cuddles now!"

Dabi chuckled, pressing a hand to his face.

"I can't- I just can't you're too cute like this." He shook his head, laughing now. "Okay fine, I'll cuddle you ya clingy lil baby~"

"Yayyy!" you were on your feet a moment later, arms in the air, giggling "I wanna wear your coat!" you pointed at his jacket, and he chuckled again, shrugging it off his shoulders and flinging it onto your back, helping your arms into the sleeves that were just a little too big for your body.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, looking down at you, he only saw pure love and admiration staring back up at you.

He had to protect this little bundle of joy in his life, this human that made him feel so happy, he would never let anything bad happen to you. When you were big again, he'd ask you what happened, and he'd make sure you'd call him if you were ever stressed.

But he did like the adorable faces you made when you were little.

Keigo Takami/Hawks-

He's a pro hero, he's done his research; so he knows what 'little space' is before he meets you.

But I can promise the commission probably made it seem like something gross, but you're his partner, he knows you're not some horrible person, so maybe he understands age regression wrong.

So.

Many.

Questions.

Like constant questions- it almost feels like he's interrogating you, like seriously it's getting old, Keigo

But he's so precious you kind of have to answer his questions.

Like Dabi, he finds you acting little to be the most adorable thing in the world, sometimes he leaves kid's stuff around the house hoping to trigger your little space so he can hold you and play with you.

He thinks of it as practice for when the two of you have children

The one day Keigo has off, to regrow his wings, all he really wants to do it sleep. Just lay in bed, wrapped up in his blankets and just dream and nap and snore and do nothing.

But little ole you had other plans.

"Keigooooooooo!"

The blonde bird boy shot upright in bed upon hearing your distressed call. He sped down the hall into the living room, panicked, only to find you sitting on the carpet with a box of crayons next to you, a coloring book open, page half filled in.

You looked up at Keigo with wide tear-filled eyes, shakily holding up the blue crayon snapped in half. Your lower lip quivered as you whimpered.

"I-it broke!" you cried, "I'm sorry it broke, Kei!" Keigo melted on the spot, slightly annoyed that you woke him up for something so small, but also-

Holy fuck you were just the cutest thing in the world.

He hoped your only stress would forever be broken crayons.

"It's okay, Y/n, things break sometimes, you're not in trouble." he cooed, sitting down next to you and patting your head.

"But- but it broke!" you exclaimed, sniffling

"It still functions though, doesn't it?" He scooched the coloring book closer to you, and you pressed the pointed end of the crayon against the paper, coloring the smiling puppy dog's nose blue.

You lit up, a bright smile spreading across your face, you cheered, bouncing up and down and hugging Keigo.

"It still works! It still works, Kei!" he giggled, holding you close to his body and enjoying the way you laughed.

"That's right! There's nothing that can't be resolved!" He pressed a kiss to your cheek, but couldn't hold himself back from attacking your entire face with little kisses.

"Keiiii noooo that tickles!" you giggled, pushing at him gently.

"One more? Please, baby?" he pleaded, pouting a little.

"Okiii!" you sat up, pressing your lips to his, pulling back with a laugh. "Can I have a juice box?"

"Of course," Keigo's face softened, you were just too precious, too cute, to perfect.

He really did hope the only thing you'd ever worry about was the crayon.

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bellesowl · 3 years

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tell me you love me

- multiple characters

⤷ sakusa, atsumu, ushijima, kuroo

genre: fluff ; established relationships

synopsis: haikyuu boys and their love languages

word count: 1.5k total <3

warnings: very very small mention of bullies and season 4 spoilers in atsumu’s, i curse a lil

- a/n: one last fluff hc before february ends! i just wanted to do something short & sweet but then it evolved into this as always atsumu’s is too long. oh and ai (@/ luvnami) has a post very similar to tsumu’s so make sure to check it out too! kuroo’s is a sort of prequel to this post too. finally, are we surprised at my choice of characters to write at this point?

- sakusa kiyoomi

his love language is physical touch

PHEWW i know y’all weren’t expecting this

but let me explain myself

i abhor the fact that people think sakusa would detest touching his partner & that he wouldn’t act completely touch starved

so obviously, even getting him to talk to you was a whole quest and a half in and of itself but once he gets comfortable around you?

especially enough that he willingly spends time with you as your boyfriend?

you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be completely cuddled up to you 24/7

“kiyooo” you sigh, “baby, you have practice right?”

he shakes his head, trying to trick you into spending more time with him, but by now you have his practice schedule memorized.

“c’mon, c’mon, up we go” you gently shove him off you and he pouts, “as much as i would love to stay like this forever, we both know you can’t be late to practice- especially with nationals right around the corner.” you grab his hand and lead him towards the gym.

“well maybe if you became a manager like i suggested, i would be more inclined to go to practice because i wouldn’t have to choose between my favorite things- you and volleyball.” he says with a pointed look in your direction.

you both stop in front of the gym and turn to face each other. “maybe if you do well enough at nationals, you might come back next year with a new manager, huh?” you unhook his mask and give him a slight peck. “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay babe?”

he pulls you in for a slightly longer kiss, “i was thinking more like tonight after practice, okay my love?”

you nod and shove him into the gym, where the smile on his face fades back into his signature scowl. you laugh slightly, he never will change, will he?

- miya atsumu

his love language is words of affirmation

i think this one was pretty obvious, but along with this is definitely physical touch

i mean we all know that tsumu is known for being clingy as hell but it’s cute so it’s fine

but words of affirmation- like we saw in s4, he was constantly left out, tbh borderline bullied by the other kids

sure, he always acted like it didn’t matter but that hurts, especially in middle school.

so having someone tell him they love him, that he’s great & all (at something other than volleyball), and that he’s enough? he’ll follow you to the moon and back.

as karasuno’s cheering section continues to roar with delight and the crows are on the brink of tears on the court, you can’t seem to take your eyes off a certain setter. you watch as he stands there, almost in denial. come on tsumu, you’re fine love, you think, silently cheering him on. you watch as he says something to the karasuno duo, and you smile slightly when he begins to argue with his brother.

as they line up, you stay a moment to make sure the goddamn cheering squad doesn’t say anything rude to the team who just poured their hearts out on that court. satisfied with their applause, you make your way down to the court. you wait for them to finish their team meeting before approaching your boyfriend.

“tsumu!” you yell, hoping to grab his attention. his head whips toward you and his smile widens.

“baby!!! you came!” he runs up to you with a grin but you realize his eyes aren’t lighting up the way they usually do.

“of course i did,” you scoff, “you think i’d miss this?” you grab his arm and drag him over to kita. “kita-san, i hope you don’t mind me stealing atsumu for the rest of the day?” he shakes his head and waves you off. your eyes lock for a single moment, but you receive the message loud and clear. take care of him, will you? you nod slightly before dragging your boyfriend out of the stadium.

the drive to your hotel was silent, the music keeping it from becoming awkward. the walk to your hotel room was slightly worse. you finally enter and force him to sit on the bed.

“babe, i- what?” he asks, confused and slightly flustered.

“nothing like that you idiot.” you slap him lightly on the head. “just wanna talk ‘s all.”

he avoids your gaze but you grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “hey” you smile, “how do you feel, my love?”

by this point, he looks to be on the verge of tears. you pull him into your chest and he finally breaks down.

“you deserve so much better than a loser like me, doll. much much better than someone who practices all day and all night and still couldn’t manage to bring his team past their first day- a complete and utter failure.” he sobs lightly. you shush him and run your hands through his hair.

“ ‘mu, you know you’re so much more than that, right?” you ask softly. he opens his mouth to interrupt but you continue, “you have a natural talent for this sport, and a drive and ambition unlike anyone i know. you’re the absolute best boyfriend, and a good brother. you’ve learned to care for your teammates, and they’ve learned to love you for you, not just your skills. you’ve grown so much as a person that no one can call you a failure- ever. and if they do, send them to me.” you crack your knuckles and finish with a wink.

he chuckled lightly and pulls away from you. “i love ya, you know? i really don’t know what i did to be able to get a partner as perfect as you.” he ends with a kiss.

- ushijima wakatoshi

his love language is gifts

okay his is specifically giving gifts

not even extravagant gifts, just small knickknacks he sees that reminds him of u

he knows he isn’t the best with his words, so he tries to make up for it with these trinkets

you enter the gym and your eyes immediately lock on your boyfriend. you see tendou nudge him and point over in your direction, and you smile at the way his eyes soften. you walk over to the bench and give him a small kiss.

“hey toshi” you say with a smile, “i hope you don’t mind me coming over to watch you.”

“of course not, my love. your presence is a very welcome distraction” he answers, his eyes lighting up as he remembered something, “actually, it is very convenient timing.”

he pulls something out of his bag and hands it to you. he watches the way your eyes light up at the keychain and explains, “i remembered that you wanted something for us to match,” he pulls out a matching keychain, the lighter side of the yin and yang symbol, “so i got us this. i assumed you would want the darker side? unless i assumed wrong and you wish to switch?”

you kiss him once more, “it’s perfect, tosh, thank you.” you reply with a bright smile, the joy in your eyes evident. you kiss him a final time before gently nudging him back to the court, “i’ll be here, miracle boy.” you say, amusement and love shining in your eyes.

as wakatoshi walks back toward his best friend, he realizes that he’d do anything to make sure you look at him like that for the rest of your lives.

- kuroo tetsurou

his love language is quality time

okay so i hc kuroo as someone who wants to be with you 24/7

like while doing hw he would be facetiming you, walks you to classes, wants you to watch practice & brings you home after, etc.

he does this because it makes him feel like he’s knowing everything there is to know about you. he wants to understand each and every side to you cause he knows it will only make him love you more.

“babyyy” kuroo whined, “are you done yet?”

you sighed and answered, “like the last 5 times you asked, no. if you want to go to the party that bad, then you can go ahead. i’ll try to catch up.”

he scoffed, “and have to suffer without you? no thanks.”

“they’re your friends.” you deadpanned, irritation evident in your eyes.

“okay, but you’re much more interesting- easier on the eyes too.” he winked, “and besides, i’m going to have to stare at their ugly faces for a week.”

“and you’ll miss me” you chimed in.

he nodded, “and i’ll miss you. which is why you should just come with me to the training camp. just, i don’t know, pretend to be a manager? please?” he pleaded.

“you’ll be fine without me for a week, you idiot.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“it will be a week of hell.” he stated, “which is why i want to spend as much time as i can with you before i have to leave. and if that means sitting here while you do your homework, then so be it.”

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You'll See me in Hindsight // Calum Hood

hello friends. I hope you are here to enjoy the first part of Even if it's Just Pretend, a three part series featuring the Calum Hood. I've been working on this for months. like probably since late July early august. and It's a lot of angst and smut (because what else would you expect!) @kindahoping4forever who is forever my partner in things did these graphics and helped me clean up the grammar. 🦦🦦💕💕

Warnings: This part is mostly just angst and a lil bit of smut.

Word count: 5382

Cass & Crystal’s Masterlist

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March 26th.

If you could do the whole day over again, you probably would.

Logically, you knew that even if you could go back and make different choices, it wouldn’t change the outcome.

You take a sip of the drink you’re holding. You know he’s gonna be here, he has to be. Ashton finally found someone to spend his life with. You were around for so much of their relationship, you ended up becoming quite close with both Ash and Lyric.

In fact, when you’d tried to opt out of the wedding shower, you were told it was required since you were, of course, the maid of honor. When you made eye contact to ask if Cal would be the best man, you just got a slight nod, indicating that yes, he would be.

You take a sip and you hear his giggle above everything else and it’s like suddenly the air is knocked out of your lungs. He still knocks the breath out of you, like when he walks in the room, all the air leaves. It’s far from an ego thing, people just can’t help but love him.

Everyone’s Baby, that’s what you used to say to him. No one ever stayed mad at him and everyone loved having him around. He just drew that kind of attention. It’s what makes it hard for you to stay mad at him. Even as he missed another date, even as you broke up… you couldn’t stay mad.

He did his best but it just wasn’t enough to meet your needs.

You sit on the couch with your laptop and a glass of wine. Cal’s hoodie engulfs your body as you lounge. You'd practically begged him to be early or at the very least on time so that you could watch a movie and spend some time together but he’s already an hour and a half later than he said he’d be.

You hear his key in the door and he breezes through, kissing you on the forehead, “Hey gorgeous… I know… but you know how Ash gets about getting things perfect while the vibe is good.” He plops next to you.

“Yeah… I get it,” you nod, leaving it at that for now. “Um, I was just looking at the calendar, do you think you can update with any stuff you guys have? I have days off I need to burn and I’d like to spend them with you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll sync it right now, while I go change.” He leans over to press a kiss to your lips.

“Cal, it’s already pretty late and I have shit I have to do in the morning. I’m not gonna make it through a movie,” you admit.

“I know… I’m so sorry, babe. With Lyric outta town, Ash didn’t want to go home and be alone, so he basically kept us all hostage.”

You take a deep breath. “We just don’t get time together anymore. I don’t remember it being this hard. This… whatever this conversation is... is the longest we’ve been awake in the house together since I can remember.”

“Love.” Cal waits until you meet his eyes. “We’ll make time. I promise.”

“Yeah… when we can pencil in time to pencil each other in.” You sigh. “I miss when we were in pen, Cal.” You look at him for what feels like both a lifetime and only seconds all at once. “I’m just… I’m gonna go to bed. I’m tired.”

Cal surprises you by crawling into bed next to you instead of staying up. He rests his arm over your waist but judging by his breathing and the amount of movement, he’s having as much trouble sleeping as you are.

You’re a zombie when you finally get out of bed, little bits of fitful sleep are all you’d managed. You text your boss that you’ll be late. You make a pot of coffee, grab your laptop and sit at the dining table.

Cal comes out about 40 minutes later. He kisses the top of your head and grabs a cup of coffee. He makes toast for both of you and you silently eat together. You have the urge to cry but you hold it in.

“You’re home late,” he mentions.

“Um, I didn’t think I should leave without us at least seeing each other… instead of me just seeing you sleep,” you shrug, shutting the laptop and turning toward him.

He lets out a humorless laugh, “I wasn’t really doing that last night.”

“I know… me either.”

“I know.”

You stay silent for another few minutes before Cal grabs your hands. You watch him admire them, like he's trying to memorize them. He turns them over, rubs over them, feels each of your fingers and cups them in his, bringing them to his lips to kiss.

“This isn’t working, is it?” You ask, voice cracking as you chew your lip, trying to stop the tears.

Cal looks at you and you can tell he’s fighting back his own tears. “I don’t think so,” he admits, taking a couple deep breaths. “But I love you so, so much,” he emphasizes, letting his tears fall.

You sigh, “I know. I love you.”

“I don’t know when… when we stopped putting us in pen… but I know I thought that loving each other would take us through it, till we got back to that point… but I don’t know if it’s coming… and it’s not fair to keep you always waiting on me.” Cal hangs his head, his tears hit your hands where he holds them in his lap.

“I don’t want this,” you whisper, not trusting your voice.

Cal tugs your hands and pulls you into his lap, holding you tight to his body. “I don’t either… but…”

“Don’t say it, Cal, I know.” You cling to him.

You can still feel the soft kisses, the way the two of you made love for the last time, his hands memorizing your body, his mouth doing the same to yours. His last “I love you” as he walked you to your car, and the last look as he tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed you for the last time, saying he’d stay with Ash until you found a place.

Cal makes his way around the room, greeting everyone as if this party was for him. It makes you smile to see him so extroverted among his friends.

“And you,” he says, stopping in front of you. “It’s really good to see you.�� A soft smile crosses his face but you see conflict in his eyes, not knowing if he should hug you or not.

“It’s good to see you.” You reach over and touch his arm. “You look good.”

He rolls his eyes. “Ash made me dress up.” He reaches for your hand and does the thing he used to, where he’d feel all over it, rub his thumb over both sides, and gently pull each of your fingers between his. It calmed anxiety for the both of you.

“I get that… Lyric picked my dress,” you chuckle, fanning out the skirt a little.

“You look incredible.” He stops for a moment to take you in. “Can you believe these two are gonna do this?!” He asks, finally dropping your hand, realizing it might be a little weird. “I mean we were there for the proposal but I guess I never realized it’d finally get here.” He turns so you're both looking out among the rest of the party.

“I guess I just kinda figured they’d be perpetually engaged until Crystal annoyed them enough to start planning a wedding and then Ash would get frustrated and just take Lyric to the courthouse.”

“Yeah…” He nods. “I kinda always thought we’d elope,” he mentions with a shrug, looking over at you.

You clench your jaw and let out a tense laugh, “That definitely seems like something we would have done...” There’s a beat before you hold up your empty glass. “Uhh… I’m gonna go get another drink.” You need to get away and fast, because that hurt, like a punch to the stomach.

You get your drink and start to make your own rounds, acutely aware of where Calum is at all times. Those four months apart haven't healed anything for you yet and if it had, that comment he just made would’ve torn off any scab that had formed.

Lyric can tell immediately that something is off when you approach her and it’s written on her face. Ash intercepts you in a bear hug. “There’s the maid of honor!” He teases, “Saw you and the best man getting a little cozy.”

“Yeah… then my ex said he always thought we’d elope.”

A pained expression crosses both Ash and Lyric’s faces at the same time. “He really said that, huh?” Lyric squeezes your arm sympathetically.

“And I ran away.”

“I’m sorry babe,” Ash says, squeezing your other arm.

“It’s not like we could avoid each other forever, especially with you two lovebirds getting married,” you sing-song. Ash gets another pained expression and you shake your head. “Don’t say it, Ash. I know everyone thought Cal and I would too. But this is about you guys!” You squeeze Lyric’s hand.

A couple hours pass and then the party is winding down. Ash and Lyric had asked the wedding party to stop by their place afterwards for drinks and to discuss some plans, so you gather your things, preparing to head over there.

Cal comes up to you. “Hey, can I catch a ride? I came with the happy couple and I want them to have this moment a bit longer.”

“Of course.” You smile.

As the two of you head for the door, Cal rests his hand on your lower back. You don’t say anything because it’s always been comfortable, even before the two of you were dating, back when Lyric had just introduced you.

“Hey… I probably owe you an apology. I said too much earlier… I just…”

You interrupt him. “It’s OK, handsome. We haven’t really seen each other since everything and I guess we haven’t really adjusted how we speak to each other.”

Cal sighs quietly, “I don’t want to have to adjust how I talk to you.” You bite your lip and pretend you didn’t hear him because the only response you have toward it wouldn’t be fair of you to say to him right now. He asks, “You want me to drive? I know you hate the hills at night.”

“Sure.” You hand him the keys and he opens the passenger side door for you.

When you stop at a red light, you watch him as his hand starts to reach over to rest on your thigh and then he stops himself, flexing his fingers before putting them back on the steering wheel. “Habit,” he explains.

“Yeah I know… I’ve watched from the backseat while you put your hand on Ash’s thigh,” you laugh.

“He does have really nice, strong thighs.” He plays along, saying it flirtatiously and slowly, emphasizing nice and strong.

You both laugh. “So do you, Cal… I know that all too well.” You wink when he glances at you and some of the tension dissipates.

“They want destination stag parties, have they told you? Same destination. Ash wants to be able to go to bed with her.” He shrugs. “I was thinking Vegas.”

“Yeah, we had lunch last week. I don’t think Vegas will be that fun for Ash… maybe somewhere we can go and spend some time out on the water or something. Plenty to do together and separate, you know?”

“Oh yeah… you always think things through more. We should get a meal and talk about it. Or you can come by, we can make dinner…”

“What, like a date?” You tease.

“Yeah, OK… that’s fair,” he nods, chuckling. “We’ll do lunch then.”

“Cal, it’s fine, I know how you are with public outings, I’ll come to the house. I miss Little Man anyway.”

“Duke’ll be so excited to see you.” Cal puts your car in park and then smiles over at you. “Just let me know what works.”

———————

Cal feels nervous. His hands shake slightly as he tries to clean up the house a bit and at the last minute, he decides he needs to change. You show up in the middle of that, letting yourself in.

Cal walks out, buttoning up his shirt, “Hey, you’re here!”

“Yeah, sorry, I let myself in.”

“It’s fine, I should’ve guessed you would.” He smiles.

“I still like that shirt,” you smile back.

“Thank you.” He leans in to kiss your cheek. “You look… amazing.”

You glance around. “Tried to do a quick clean up?” You tease.

“You can tell?”

“I know your tells.” You laugh, pointing toward a small pile of stuff on a shelf that doesn’t belong. Cal feels even more nervous as he sheepishly shrugs. “It’s why we usually hired someone to come in, we both do shit like that.” You chuckle and Cal relaxes, letting out a small giggle.

Cal orders dinner, pours you a glass of wine and the two of you sit on the couch and start discussing the upcoming trip, laughing about the shenanigans that you’ve experienced on past group vacations.

He grabs his MacBook so you guys can start looking things over and pricing them out. He can’t help but stare at you while you make decisions between hotels and AirBnBs, lake versus ocean, the kind of nightlife you want available in balance with daytime activities.

He loves you like this, totally in your element and getting excited about something. He watches your eyes light up when something catches your attention. Without much thought he rests his hand on your thigh and his heart skips a beat for a moment while you kind of stare at it. You rest your hand on top of his and wrap your fingers around his, giving it a little squeeze.

He moves in a little closer and rests his chin on your shoulder so he can see what you're so fascinated with. He feels you hold your breath and considers what that might mean. He hopes you miss him because he definitely misses you. He’s thought about you everyday for months.

He relaxes when you finally breathe. You squeeze his hand again and Cal pulls his chin off your shoulder so you can turn your head to look at him. He sees the questions in your eyes but he seizes the opportunity and gently pushes the hair off your face. He tucks his fingers under your chin to pull you in for a kiss. You’re hesitant at first and slowly kiss back but he waits you out until you melt into him. But when his hand slips into your hair, you pull back.

He knows immediately that you’re upset. Your nostrils flare and you huff out a breath.

“What? Did I read that wrong?”

“No… but we can’t do this. We’ve made promises to our friends, the bride and groom, that we’d be chill and not complicate this.”

Cal nods. “It’s complicated whether they want it to be or not, babe. Because at the end of the day we’re not done… or at least, I don’t think we are. And it’s my goal to get back to you and be good enough for you.”

“Calum.” You sigh. “You are good enough for me… we just… need to work on ourselves a bit.” You shrug. “Figure out how we work together now… in the beginning we did all our growing together and then things really started taking off for you guys so we started growing more separate than together. And now… well, we have to figure ourselves out before we try to jam the pieces back together.”

“But you want to get back together?” He clarifies.

“Yes…. No? …Maybe? You’re all I’ve known for four years... What am I supposed to do, stop wanting you all together? Stop loving you? I don’t think that’s possible.”

“It’s my goal to get back to you.” He reiterates, grabbing your hand, gently rubbing his thumb across the skin.

Your eyes soften as they meet his and you cup his cheek. “I want nothing more but I don’t want to rush it… and I don’t want it to get in the way of what we’re doing for Lyric and Ash.”

Cal chews his lip. He wants to argue and have this out now. He wants his life to go back to normal and to have you back home with him. He misses your laugh, your smell, and your little whines. He misses the way you take up space in his bed and the way you touch him. Your presence was beyond reassuring for him. You know his soul.

But you’re headstrong, stubborn, and loyal to a fault. There’s no way you’re gonna let this go that easily. So he decides to wait.

———————

Cal wraps his arm around your waist as you all head toward the next bar. Ashton and Lyric are already heading back to the hotel, anticipating the following island day being hot and exhausting. With the guests of honor gone, you and Cal both feel the shared responsibility to take care of everyone.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Cal asks.

“Please, no,” you laugh. “I want to enjoy tomorrow and if I get drunk tonight I’m going to be miserable.”

“Water it is.”

“Hey, you don’t have to join me.”

“And leave you to wrangle slutty, drunk Luke? I don’t think so.”

Luke does get drunk and everyone gets easily annoyed. Once that happens, the night quickly ends. Cal gets in a car with half the people and sends you off with the other half in a separate car. You see people onto the elevator and get them going to their respective floors and you wait for Cal in the lobby. You're not sure why… but with as much time as you’ve spent with him lately, it just felt right.

“Hey,” he greets, ushering people, including you, onto the elevator. He asks you quietly, “You wanna stay up with me?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Once everyone is safely in their rooms, Cal walks you to his, just three doors down from yours. He lets you in, turns on a lamp and leads you out to the balcony. “Tonight was… wild,” he laughs.

“Uh… yeah… can you imagine us all being on a boat, stuck on an island tomorrow?”

He smiles over at you. “Oh no… this was a bad idea…”

“Well… it’s what the bride and groom wanted,” you shrug, biting your lip.

Cal reaches over and pushes the hair off your face, putting the two of you in yet another trance. He gently cups your chin and then his lips are on yours. He pulls you in, tight against his chest, and deepens the kiss. You let him.

He still makes all the right moves, just like his timing and curious hands were made only for your body. It’s easy for you to melt into him - it’s familiar yet it’s been long enough that it almost feels new.

You push against his chest and he immediately pulls back. He rushes out, “Shit, I’m so sorry… it’s just…”

“Fine… it’s fine… just let me get my bearings for a second.” You hum, smiling at him, grabbing onto his arms so he won’t pull away. You take a deep breath as you look at Calum and then you’re on your toes, kissing him again. His hands slide down to your ass; he squeezes and picks you up, your legs wrap around his waist and he moves you both to the bed. You remember how being with him like this was one of the greatest feelings in the world. And it’s feeling like that still proves to be true.

He looks focused as he gently yanks the shorts you’re wearing off your hips. His eyebrows knit together as his eyes find yours. You reach and cup his chin, nodding to let him know it’s OK. “I’ve missed the way you taste,” he murmurs.

“I’ve missed this.”

His eyes are back on yours. “Me too, Darlin’,” he hums. “C’mere.” He pulls you up for another kiss and this time the two of you peel the rest of the clothing off each other. When Cal’s shirt comes off, you take a moment to admire him and the tattoos, appreciating the new ones and how his body has been responding to working out. He chuckles, “Get a good look, little one?”

“Sorry,” you say, blushing. “Been a minute since I’ve seen anyone naked, let alone you and this bod I've always loved.”

“Ash is looking great naked… ya know, Luke’s been looking good too,” he jokes and you know it’s to make you feel better and also to answer a question you were afraid to ask. “But you? Gorgeous as always.” You blush harder and Cal leans in to kiss your cheek. “I always felt so lucky to be the man that got to see you like this… and what’s coming next.”

He scoops his arm around your back and repositions you on the bed, making room for him to lay on his stomach between your legs. He takes his time kissing on your thighs, his thumbs slowly pulling your lips apart, and you shudder when his hot breath hits your sensitive skin. You sigh, “Please, handsome.”

“Relax for me… it’s me, babe. We’ve been here,” he reminds you.

And it does seem to help: your legs relax over his shoulders and your fingers thread into his hair. “Yeah,” you nod.

“I know it’s been awhile, love. For me too. We can take this slow,” he promises.

His tongue almost feels foreign as it slicks through your folds. You used to know what to anticipate but it seems it’s either been too long or you're too keyed up because when his lips wrap around your clit to suck, you see stars and your body tenses in an almost painful way. Cal pulls off, letting his tongue caress over your clit while his hands try to comfort you and coax you into relaxing.

He changes his technique after seeing that it’s clearly too much for you. He switches over to the technique where he basically just makes out with your pussy. It’s still unmistakably intimate but not quite as intense. Your body relaxes into his embrace, thankful to be with someone who knows you so well. Not that you’ve even thought about being with anyone since Cal.

You look down at him and see he’s looking up at you. Your breathing picks up at the sight - you get lost in his warm, brown eyes. Your fingers tighten in his hair and he tightens his grip on you, keeping you close and anchored to him.

“Oh… Caaaal,” you moan, back arching off the bed.

“That’s my girl,” he coos.

You know he loves when you’re vocal and you can’t help but chant his name. Stringing it out like a melody, decorated with the occasional “fuck” and “please, baby”. Calum’s tongue presses into your entrance and you tense up, orgasm sneaking up on you. He licks you through it and then kisses up your belly to your mouth, and the resulting kiss you share is so slow yet needy. You pull him against you, needing to feel the weight of him and his familiar warmth.

“You want more?” He asks, pushing himself up to get a look at you. And you know just from looking at him that he’s prepared to give you anything you want.

You nod, biting your lip, “Want you.”

He nods, “Want you too.” He thinks for a minute. “I don’t have any condoms… I wasn’t expecting to…”

“I still have my IUD… it’s OK.” You rub your hands over his chest.

“Baby…” he starts.

“I mean it, Calum, it’s OK, we still can,” you reassure him.

He seems to think on it a little longer. “OK… but…” He rolls the two of you onto your sides, facing each other, pulling your leg so your thigh is over his hip. “Like this.”

He’s so hard. You can feel his stiff cock between your bodies but he doesn’t seem to be in any sort of rush. He’s letting his fingers trail over your skin all while he captures your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. His lips move down to your neck as he gently palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples. You trail your hand down his stomach, wondering if he’s waiting for you to take the lead.

“It’s been 8 months, love, and a long ass tour, let me take my time,” he insists, and you can’t help but let him. He gropes your ass and pulls you impossibly close before checking in. “You ready?”

You nod, bracing yourself. He pushes his head in, stopping to gauge your reaction. You bite your lip but keep eye contact and he gives you a few shallow thrusts, causing you to moan.

He slides all the way in and then stops, letting each of you adjust. He tilts your chin up for a kiss. “Still feels like you’re made for me,” he groans.

“Yeah… yeah… feels good,” you moan, nodding at him.

Calum kisses you softly, which is fine because you want to remember every second of this; the way he feels and all his sounds, the way his chest moves as he starts to breathe heavier, thrusting into you like he’s trying to savor the way it feels as well.

He cums first, squeezing your ass tight as he holds you on him, moaning out for you.

You barely have time to fully comprehend him pulling out before he’s pushing two fingers in to finish you off. Always a gentleman in bed. It didn’t matter though, all you really wanted was to be close to him again.

Your second orgasm causes your body to shake and it seems Cal anticipates that, squeezing you tight to his body before pulling his fingers out. He rocks you, whispering, “I’ve got you,” like a mantra, like if he says it enough, he’ll convince you both it’s true for more than this moment.

After a quick bathroom break to clean up, the two of you are back in bed. Cal’s on his back and you’re laying with your arms crossed over his stomach and chest, head resting on top looking at him. The sheet covers your naked lower halves. Cal’s fingers draw patterns into your skin as he tells you funny stories from tour.

You both quiet down from a fit of giggles and his tone turns serious. “Can I ask you something? Probably gonna be tough to discuss,” he admits. You nod, noting it’s 4AM and you both need to be down at breakfast in four hours. He checks the clock too and shrugs, “Maybe we should sleep.” You gently pinch him so he knows to ask his question. He goes for it. “Do you think, if I’d have come home on time that night, we’d still be together?”

You don’t know why you were expecting anything but that question. You sigh, “Honestly? No. I think if you’d come home on time it just would have prolonged it a little bit? Like if it wasn’t then then it would have probably been in the next couple weeks. I don’t think we’d have made it through tour.” He takes a deep breath and you watch him. That wasn’t the answer he expected. “I think we needed it, honestly. Like, I’m to blame too. And I wanted it to be all your fault. I never would have admitted that.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, flattening his hand on your back to rub it.

“I knew where you were. If I really wanted to spend time with you, I could have texted you and come to the studio, like the other girls do. I could have made time to be with you too, instead of expecting you to do it all. I think part of me just wanted to see you put me first, which was dumb. I knew from the day we met that music would always be your number one and I operated fine knowing that. But the times I forgot that or wanted something different, that’s when I stopped being a good partner to you. Do I think that you could have come home on time? Absolutely. But it just furthers my point that we’re both to blame. We both stopped prioritizing each other where we used to. I needed to be away from you to know that,” you say quietly.

“You’ve thought about this. A lot.”

“I’ve had plenty of time to, in case we ever had this exact conversation. Never really saw it happening like this, though,” you chuckle.

“Are you gonna regret this?” He chews his lip, which tells you he’s now feeling insecure about having done this with you.

You give him a soft smile and lean up to kiss him, cupping his face.“No. It’s always worth it to be the center of your world for a minute.” You make it sound definite so he doesn’t keep worrying about it.

“Last thing and we can move on, I swear... d’you think you’re ready to get back together?”

You don’t hesitate to answer. “It’s a conversation I’m more than open to having. You?”

“Of course… I’ve been thinking about nobody but you for 8 months. How we both cried and I held you and how if something hurt so bad, how could it be right? Wondering if the pain was the right thing.” He gently pets your hair. “How hurt you looked both that night and in the morning. But then I always think... ‘Is it just because I was comfortable? Do I really want you or will a series of warm bodies do?’ And I always, always came back to you. No one’s ever gonna compare to you. You hit this very high standard thanks to my mom and Mali. A world tour away, not having you to call when I needed someone…”

“You could have called anyone,” you point out lightly.

“Oh I did, called half the people in my contacts at some point during tour but you’re the only one I actually wanted or needed to hear from. And I didn’t. And I couldn't ask that of you because I knew how’d it’d live with you.” He sighs. “So suffice it to say, yes, I have thought about getting back together and getting you back is very high on my list of things to do. But I think it’s gonna take more than a night together. We obviously need to talk through some things…”

You put your hand over his mouth so he’ll stop talking and you shift so you’re on your knees, face to face with him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Bubba,” you softly say, running your hand through his curls. “Let’s make it through this wedding. None of the spotlight should be taken from Lyric and Ash. Then we can talk about it.”

Cal pulls you into another kiss. “Does that mean this can’t happen anymore?”

“I think we should feel it out, like we did tonight. I don’t want to put any more pressure on either of us.” You lay back down next to him, your head sharing his pillow.

He turns his head and cups your face for a kiss. “You’re welcome in my bed whenever you want. Here or back home.” He watches your eyes, making sure you understand the depth of his invitation. You give him a little nod and a barely whispered ‘OK’ before sharing another gentle kiss, allowing you to relish in the very distinct feeling of his lips on yours.

The topic is changed and you and Cal cuddle in further together, giggling and talking until the sun comes up, when you both declare you need the 45 minutes of sleep before you have to get ready for the day. You curl into him and he wraps around you protectively.

#calum hood #calum smut #5sos #5 seconds of summer #5sos smut #even if it's just pretend #eiijp #you'll see me in hindsight #title credit to one ms swift #we love her #wildest dreams #cass #smut #calum

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matsbarzal · 3 years

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Could I request fluff #6 with Jack Hughes?

fluff #6. "you've been my best friend for 10 years, why not change it to husband and wife?"

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader word count: 1.4k

It was always easy to love him. It was easy to love the friendship he initiated all those years ago, and it was even easier to admit your love bore a little deeper when he admitted his feelings were more than friendly about you. A decade long friendship had blossomed into something more, and it was something neither you, nor Jack had any arguments against.

Jack always brought up your ‘friendiversary’, and you couldn’t help but get a laugh out of the pure joy he always bestowed on you every time he mentioned it. The new kid in school accidentally exploding his yogurt tube all over his desk partner was probably one of the funnier ways to begin a lifelong friendship that would eventually blossom into more.

“So, how are we celebrating a whole decade together this year? Should we go get frozen yogurt? Maybe we can make a re-enactment of what happened in middle school? We could make it a whole thing, make a tiktok about it and everything,” you could feel your eyes rolling involuntarily at his words, shooting Jack a glare from across the room.

“We’re not doing anything that involves yogurt.”

“Not even something sexy?” Wigging his eyebrows at you, your hand immediately reached for the pillow beside you to whip at your boyfriend.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Lil’ Jizzy,” groaning at your words, Jack plopped himself on the couch beside you, instantly pulling you into his side.

Shrugging his shoulders at you, you could see him googling friendiversary ideas out of the corner of your eye. “Babe, we don’t even have to do anything. We could cuddle up and order food and just watch a movie or something, it doesn’t have to be anything special.”

“It’s our ten-year friendiversary, baby. We can’t just do nothing. I’ll figure something out, don’t worry. You’ll love it.”

It would be hard to admit that a trip to Florida in the middle of the season was what you were expecting from Jack. He had practically thrust the tickets into your hand, informing you that you had less than three hours to pack, all while giving you a list of the specific outfits he wanted you to bring.

You knew almost immediately that Jack had definitely not planned the celebration alone, just by the Airbnb that you pulled up in front of. First, you didn’t even realize he knew what an Airbnb was. Second of all, there was no way Jack Hughes had managed to find a place this gorgeous on his own.

Shooting a message to P.K. was your first priority, knowing full well he was the likely culprit behind the gorgeous booking in front of you.

“Okay, so I have a full itinerary. Tonight, we’re just going to chill, relax, get situated, maybe break the house in, you know… the usual stuff,” ending his sentence off with a wink, Jack grabbed your hand and pulled you along behind him.

“Tomorrow we’re going to head out to the marina that I don’t know the exact name of but will figure out and we’re gonna spend most of the day on the water, and then dinner… obviously. Sunday, you have to plan. I’ll pay… but you have to plan.”

Giggling into his ear as you pressed your body closer to his to press a gentle kiss on the nape of his neck, Jack tilted his head to the side with a small grin plastered across his lips.

“Sounds like the perfect weekend, baby. I think we should probably get started on your plans for today.” The grin never left his lips as he whipped around to press them to yours, his body moulding against yours easily.

The next day came quicker than you were expecting, Jack picking out your outfit as you picked his. That was something you both just found easier; there was no one else you would ever let pick your outfit, Jack just… knew you. He knew your style, knew what you did and didn’t like, knew what would fly and what wouldn’t. Small things like that with him were easy, everything was easy when it came to him.

“Well, don’t you look sexy. Damn, I’m so good at picking your fits. Should I quit hockey, maybe get into fashion? You could be my main model, baby.” Laughing as he wrapped you up in his arms with a smile, his happiness infectious.

Shaking your head against his chest, you peaked up at him from between his arms. “I don’t think you should quit your day job, maybe get some pointers before you start making drastic decisions like that. Can’t use you as my future trophy husband if you’re going to up and quit the job that makes you that.”

Pinching your side gently, Jack just smiled as he pulled away and interlocked his fingers with his.

It didn’t take you long to get to the marina in the car he had rented, everyone greeting the both of you politely as they directed you towards the boat Jack had rented for the day. You almost stopped in your tracks when you observed the setup on the boat; a picnic basket set up, non-alcoholic champagne on ice, fairy lights adorning the inside edges of the boat.

“Damn, I didn’t read the fine print when I booked. Just said I wanted the closest setup to an anniversary they could get, guess they went all out,” popping his hip into yours gently with a beam.

“Jack, do you even have your boating license?”

Eyeing the steering wheel with a curious look, you turned towards your boyfriend just in time to see him roll his eyes and glare at you playfully. “No, this place just let a random guy with no boating license rent a boat. Obviously, I have my boating license.”

Rolling your eyes back, you tapped his side as you made your way to the small seat next to the drivers. It only took a few moments to get out from the dock, far enough away that you and Jack could have some privacy without being too far and worrying how you were going to get back.

“Do you remember the first day we met? Other than when I accidentally exploded my yogurt tube all over you? You told me that boys were icky, and all they did was ruin everything,” nodding your head with a loud laugh, you let your mind wander to your first few years with Jack.

“Crazy how things have changed, huh? I remember going home that night and telling my mom I needed to get those stupid yogurt tubes so I could hit them against the desk and do what you did to me, she said no real quick.”

Smiling softly towards you, you could see the love in his eyes the way he looked at you, the softness that crossed his features every time you were on his mind or in his sight. It had been the same look he had given you since you both were fifteen, Jack never having eyes for anyone except you.

Standing up and holding his hand out, you took it and allowed him to pull you from your seat and towards the picnic basket and bottle of champagne.

“It always makes me laugh; I told my mom back when I first moved from Sauga to Michigan that I wasn’t sure how I was going to live without you. She said you’d always be there, even if you weren’t physically there. Pretty sure that was when I realized you were more than just a friend to me, then I moved and wasn’t sure what’d happen. Never really thought we’d get here, honestly.”

Sighing as he sat down, Jack gestured for you to sit in his lap, both of your legs extended out in front of you as he ruffled through the picnic basket beside him.

“I say it a lot, but I’m so glad you sprayed that yogurt all over me. It sucked, but I don’t think we’d be where we are without it,” nodding his head gently as he rested his cheek on the top of your head.

“You know, you’ve been my best friend for ten years, why not just change it to husband and wife?”

Swivelling around to look at him, you almost cried when you saw the little black box in his hand, his eyes glistening at he looked at you. Moving so he was directly on one knee and not sitting, your hands instantly pressed to your mouth.

“I’ve had this thing sitting around since my first season. So, I guess what I’m trying to say here is… I’ve been so grateful for your friendship and your unconditional love these last ten years, so how about we make it forever? Will you marry me?”

You couldn’t contain your body flying towards him, the aggressive nod of your head the only answer he needed.

note: so sorry that this is so late, but i hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for requesting. and yes i did steal mitch marner's proposal idea for this thank u very much simply bc i have reason to believe jack would too

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essaysbyciara · 3 years

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It’s Been A Long Time | Nebraska Williams x Black!PlusSize Reader [Part 1/?]

Warnings: language, smut thoughts (my ministry!)

So this has been in my drafts for a *HOT MINUTE* but that photo of Trevante in high school triggered a release. If people dig where it could be going, I will add it to my list of stuff to finish and open up a taglist. I’ll try my best to do so, I promise! lol

“God, I played this album out…” Lil’ Wayne’s seminal album, The Carter, didn’t age at all. Back in 2004, Wayne was a secret about to bubble over to superstardom, just years shy of lollipops and Static Major (rest in peace). Wayne represented the teenage angst of your time, even though you toiled in the suburbs while he wrestled with the streets. But as “On My Own” damn near explodes your factory speakers, a high pitch ping from your phone pauses your trip down memory lane.

Message from Sheena: Let’s catch up before the babies wake up.

You hit the call button on your dash once you stop at a red light.

“Girl, hey. You on your way to work?”

“Ain’t I always, Shi Shi? Damn near almost overslept. Thought I missed my flight.”

Sheena, or Shi Shi, is the epitome of a best-friend-forever. You two met in Ms. Grayson’s civics class, 11th grade. On the first day of school, you rolled into third period wearing a Scream Tour II t-shirt and if you were to describe Sheena in that moment, jealous wasn’t even the word. She stanned hard for Lil’ Bow Wow but her mom wouldn’t let her go to the concert because she got caught with a boy in her room. That boy is now the husband half-way responsible for the twin girls she’s hoping will give her some grace by sleeping a little bit longer.

“Damn. You wanna gift some of that sleep to these twins, God mommy?”

“Only if you gift me some of those post-pregnancy boobs, Mommy Dearest,”

“Can’t do that. Jarell been having too much fun with those!”

“Girl, eww. I don’t need to know all that.”

You kinda did. Sheena’s stories were always live, wild and uncut. And the only fireworks you’ve been adjacent to in months since you broke up with that lame stockbroker, Keith. You curve around the airport parking lot as Sheena starts digging deep into her latest soft-core episode with her husband since the six weeks ain’t up yet. In between interjections of how nasty Jarrell could be and watching planes taxi in the distance, you cruise through Instagram to take inventory of what your day might be like.

Managing social media for the biggest sports publication in the country was not the fulfillment of a dream after high school because, shit, social media didn’t exist when you were in high school. But it’s what has you just hours away from a flight to the NFL Combine in Indianapolis, sitting in a parking lot, listening to your BFF’s slow burn sexcapades. You break up the audio immersion experience once your timeline displays something else to ruminate over.

“Sheena! Shi -- shut up! I can’t believe - you remember Lisa from high school? She got married ...and it ain’t to Brasco.”

“Whaaaa… you can finally stop making u-turns in the hallway and snag your man!”

You didn’t appreciate the lowly dig from your friend about Nebraska “Brasco” Williams, star running back, track champion and boy so fine he made both Omarion and J-Boog look like ogres. Your high school crush had you shook to your pubescent core; pretty teeth, deep skin tone and two tattoos before the age of eighteen. You’d see him in the student parking lot with the rest of the football team and you’d rush to your car as if it would go home without you. He was too hot to handle. You were beyond envious that Lisa could.

“Lisa ain’t do too bad. Her man is crazy fine. I mean, not Brasco fine but still…”

“Man, he had high school going crazy. I wonder what happened to him after that fight? I should stalk him on Facebook while I pump.” You laugh so hard, the couple walking past your car stops their argument to stare at you.

Your laughs break once you realize you might actually miss that flight. You relegate Shi Shi to kiss the twins for you and to send his Facebook profile if she can actually find it. You tried years ago and failed.

“Aight, fave. I will. Love you. Text me when you touch down in Indy.”

As you weave through the terminal, your mind thinks back to the days at New Birth High School. While it brought you joy in a forever friend and the launching point for your forever career in sports journalism, it did bring you one of the most hurtful days of your life that took years to shake.

It was the summer going into your senior year. Lisa’s sweet sixteen pool party. No way in Hell you thought you’d be there but your Mom and Lisa’s stepmom sat on the same deacon board at church and somehow thought you two were friends; Lisa paid you dust in those hallways. You fretted over every part of your outfit, especially the swim shoes you didn’t want but your Dad picked up at Sports Authority. But you were fretting the most over your swimsuit, a red one-piece with a deep open back. It was sexy for a 16-year-old, to be honest, but you secretly tried it on at the mall and fell in love with it -- especially how it made you feel.

You fell in deep love with your body that day. The way the swimsuit clenched your waist, giving your almost-pear shape some definition you’d never seen before. Your hips sat wide, your breast placed taunt, just peeking through the sides, showing off a crescent shaped birthmark right below your collarbone. It was Jet Beauty of the Week-esque and it made you feel on top of the world. Something that society kept telling you a plus-size teenage girl was not to feel. You used the last of your paper route money to buy it and hid your secret weapon in the back of your closet until the day arrived. You were hoping to get some boy’s attention -- especially Brasco. But you’d take anybody’s glare if you could get it.

You were in the clear once your Mom dropped you and Sheena both off at Lisa’s back gate. As you walked into the party, the sounds of the local hip-hop and R&B radio station blasted throughout her huge backyard. So much fun was had -- so much splash and dash -- that the faint sounds of “Knuck If You Buck” failed to erupt a party full of teenagers it was made for. The pool seemed tempting in 90-plus heat but most of the temptation came from the jacuzzi next to it. There inside sat Brasco, his lanky on-field wide receiver sidekick Kenny and Jarell, Sheena’s partner-in-bedroom-bust crime looking delicious in their highlighter-color swim trunks. You were still figuring out your body and the reactions conjured up from the sight of water droplets chasing down their backs confused you even more. But the heat of the sun -- and the heat from your body -- got too much to bear. That pool called your name.

You stripped off your t-shirt and denim shorts, leaving your swim shoes back by the picnic table. They clashed. Your nerves splashed together like the water you couldn’t wait to feel, battering against your heart. Were you ready for all this attention? Amongst the rest of the classmates, you disappeared. You weren’t popular. People knew of you but didn’t know you, only associating you with Sheena by proxy of Jarell. “My Goodies” came on the radio, providing you a soundtrack and a sign from God. Before you could answer the call, Sheena jumped into the pool. You tossed your glasses on top of your clothes and did the same.

The water felt golden. Sheena smacked your face with sheets of chlorinated goodness. Too much fun was had by all, even Lisa joined in the fun. Suddenly the entire football team did too except Brasco and Jarell, languishing on the edge of the jacuzzi because like most boys from their side of town, they didn’t know how to swim. Lisa saw her boo in isolation and tapped Sheena on the shoulder.

“Hey, Shi Shi. Let’s get in the jacuzzi.” Sheena grabbed your hand to guide you out of the pool. You weren’t expecting to see your Mom at the other end. Sheena didn’t grab you to join her in the warm bubbles, she got you out at the angry-faced-behest of your mother. You both were going home. The party silenced and stares followed as everyone watched your walk-of-shame to grab your clothes. You got what you wanted in the worst way possible.

Your unholy exodus commenced when Lisa’s mom called yours to report what she saw: this red bathing suit too revealing for a little girl to wear. It wasn’t the green ruffled mess-of-a-bathing-suit from last year. She claimed to witness stares and whispers and “boobs hanging out, butt all out.” Your mom got over there quicker than a church shout. She waited to scold you after she dropped off Sheena.

It was a Sunday School scolding like no other. Tears pooled deep like the one you were just having fun in. You tossed the bathing suit into the trash bin. You were never going to see it again.

The announcement of your flight breaks you out of your day nightmare. Grabbing the handle on your suitcase, you see a text with an attachment from Sheena.

Girllllllllllll. I found Brasco and babyyyyyyyyyyy…

You gasp. Time did a wonder on him in all the right ways. He packed on even more muscle, chiseling out the navy thermal dressing his upper body. Teeth still bright, Moonlight-bright. His Omarion-Pandemonium-era braids were gone, now donning a clean fade with perfect waves. His stance meant business, a lot of it risky. You bite your lower lip to mask the “damn!” urging a release from you, staring at his picture so intensely that you damn near walk into the stewardess checking your boarding pass.

You couldn’t wait to get to your first-class seat. You needed a safe space to drown in your own splash waterfalls. You beg Sheena to send you his profile, looking to make some more of that mess and she obliges. Scrolling through his Facebook, you see nothing. You needed him to match your uncleanliness. Another text from Sheena breaks you out of your spell.

Ain’t shit on here though. I can’t find an Instagram or anything. That’s where the dirt is at lol

You put your social media skills to work. Ain’t an Instagram profile that you can’t find. Nebraska Williams brings up nothing. Such a unique name and nothing to show for it.

Maybe Jarell can follow him, Shi.

Jarell ain’t on this thing. He hates all this stuff. You want me to follow him?

Girl, yes! I need more pictures! I’m trying to find his ‘gram and no diceeeeeee. Ughhhh.

Damn the “no cell phone until after lift off” announcement. You then try “Brasco”, too many names -- rappers, really-- and a dog company to boot. “Brasco Williams” yields no results. You couldn’t wait what could be hours, days, weeks, maybe never, for a response from Brasco to Sheena’s friend request.

You pull up Google as a last ditch effort. The results bring up what only seems to be archives from your now-defunct city newspaper covering one of Nebraska’s record-setting games from 2005. You know to quit while you’re ahead until you see a Youtube video: “Nebraska Williams (RB) New Birth High School (MD). uploaded by Donyell Williams. You remember Donyell as this boy who played too damn much in Geometry class but right now, he’s Brasco’s cousin who's Instagram profile came up on the first search. Thank God his profile wasn’t private. You scroll back far enough to hit the jackpot.

I found it! @donniebrascowill is his Instagram.

Sheena was right about the dirt. His posts were bare but his stories carried enough. Enough shirtless, weightlifting, fresh-out-the-barbershop-got-to-show-you-the-fade dirt. You hit the follow button before the stewardess asked for your drink selection.

End of Part I

#trevante rhodes x reader #trevante rhodes x fanfiction #nebraska williams

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yelenayena · 3 years

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Sweet Candy

Pairing: Yelena x Fem!reader

Genre: Romance, fluff, modern AU

A/N: This story is a little bit longer, so I suggest you bring your fav beverage, play your fav songs, and enjoy your free time this weekend by fantasizing about Yelena 💕 Suddenly I wanna make a tsundere Yelena, and I think I love every side of Yelena. I gave the title Sweet Candy bc between you and Yelena are really sweet like a candy 🥺 💕 I hope you like it, and I hope you understand my English because I’m poor at grammar hehe.

Summary: Your apartment was on fire, your best friend, Zeke, couldn't help you bc he wanted to fix his relationship with his gf. He insisted you stay in Yelena’s house for a while. After you stayed in Yelena’s house for weeks, on Valentine's Day, Yelena did something that opens up your mind and changed your life forever!

Warning: Explicit Content!

You just started your first year in university. You decided to study abroad, because your childhood friend, Zeke, had already come and being an international student, and that was inspired you as you saw his student life looked so interesting.

A couple of months ago you came to the same university as Zeke, and only a few days ago you got an unpleasant event when your apartment was on fire. So today, Zeke told you to come to his best friend’s house to stay in their home for a while.

You have just arrived at Zeke's friend's house, and you are standing in front of the door. On the third knock, the door opened. The tall-ass blonde, the one who opened the door, looked at you suspiciously.

By ignoring her expression, you smiled widely. “Hi! You must be Yelena! I’m Y/N, nice to meet ya!”

Before she responded to your words, you stepped into her house. “Wow! Your house is so lovely!”

Yelena’s eyes widened as you came into her house. “I’m sorry, but who the hell are you?” She asked with an annoyed tone.

You turned your body around to look at her, “Ah! Zeke hasn't told you yet?” You threw yourself on the couch, “I’m sorry for coming to your house so suddenly without prior notice, but in my condition, I also have no choice. So he asked me to come to your house, and he will give you further details later.”

She stared at you with a gaze full of confusion. You smiled nervously, “I’m sorry but I’m really bad at explaining.”

She held her index finger to her temple, “just hold a sec!” She brought and placed you in front of the door then she closed it.

You sighed and smiled sadly. You can understand her conduct, however, you are just a stranger to her. You sat on the step in front of her house, waiting and thinking, if she refuses you, maybe you have to find another motel or guest house nearby to campus.

In the house. Yelena grabbed her phone on the desk and called Zeke. On the third ring, Zeke picked up the call.

“ZEKE! What the hell did you do to me?!” She said indignantly.

“I meant to call you. So, she must have arrived at your house?” he asked.

Even though she knew Zeke wouldn’t see her face, she still nodded her head. “Uh-huh! And why the fuck she came to my house?! I mean, who the hell is she??

Yelena can hear Zeke sighed, “Yelena, listen. Y/N is my hometown friend, my grandmother even considered her as her own grandchild and I considered her as my lil’ sister. She studied in the same university as us. But unfortunately, her apartment was on fire the day before yesterday, it was on the news, you knew it, right?

“I immediately brought her to my place when it happened. She only had me in this city because she hasn’t had many friends in her department. She slept in my place last night, but my girlfriend was really upset when she saw Y/N in my apartment.

“You know my relationship was on the rocks, so it’s hard for my girlfriend to believe that Y/N is just my friend. So please, accept her in your house until she finds a new apartment, or until my girlfriend believes me and allows her to stay in my apartment. Okay?” he explained.

“It's so sudden,” Yelena replied.

“Please, I'm begging you. I'm so worried about her, she had no luck in her life, so you're the one I can trust to help her,” Zeke pleaded.

“Does she really have no relatives or friends here?”

“No, she only had me. You know we’re foreign students. She just started her first year in our university. I can’t let her stay in her new friends’ house, I ain’t trusting them. I really want to help her but unfortunately, I can’t help her right now because I wanna fix my relationship with my girlfriend, I’m screwed without her. You owed me so it’s time to repay the favor by allowing Y/N to stay in your house for a while. I promise she won't do such annoying things during her stay. She’s a good girl.”

Yelena sighed, “fine! I’ll allow her to stay in my house JUST for a while.”

“I know I can count on you!” Said Zeke happily.

“I told you, I can’t blame your girlfriend because you fucked every girl you met before you dated her. So take your responsibility and be a good man! I’m out!” Yelena turned off her phone.

When Yelena opened the door, she saw you walk through the yard to leave her house. “Hey! Wait!” She shouted.

You turned your head immediately when you heard her voice.

“I just called Zeke and- you can stay here for a while,” she said.

You smiled happily, “really?!” She nodded. You’re walking toward her and hugging her. “Thank you!”

Yelena looked awkward, “whoa- whoa- what is it for?”

“It’s my habit to hug someone when I’m happy,” you answered. “And- this is the reason why Zeke’s girlfriend was upset when she came to his place and she saw me hug him,” you continued, speaking more to yourself than to Yelena.

But Yelena can still hear your voice, she let out a long sigh, “the two of you really are weirdos! Come in!”

This time, Yelena lets you come to her house. And since today, you’ll stay in her house together. You told your story about the fire in your apartment and when Zeke brought you to his apartment until his girlfriend came over. You convinced her that you won’t stay long in her house until you find a new apartment. You believed Zeke so much, so when he insisted that you have to stay in Yelena’s house, you obeyed him without question. If Zeke believes Yelena, so you believe her as well.

She lets you sleep in the guest room. You asked her how much you have to pay for the room, but she refused it and told you it was just for a while so you don’t have to pay her except you paid yourself for a meal.

You stayed in Yelena’s house for almost a week. You thought she was a little bit cocky with an unfriendly attitude, but she is just a straightforward person with an expressionless face. She's nice actually, at least she still lets you stay in her house until now because you discovered difficulties to find a new apartment. People might consider her as a male because of her masculine figure, and she is a very tall woman with a height of six feet three inches. For you, she’s the perfect figure for the androgynous look, she look pretty and handsome at the same time. Her hair is blonde in a short bob with straight bangs, and it suits her well. You bet she’s pretty famous among girls or boys.

Even so, you found that her friends are just Zeke and Onyankopon, a cool and nice black guy. You found out quickly because she rarely hangs out with other friends except for Zeke and Onyankopon, but she's good at negotiating with others. You often see her talking on the phone with her business partner, and in the end, she smiled with satisfaction and told you that she reached an advantageous deal. She’s also an ambitious person.

Yeah, she’s a third-year business student just like Zeke, so she often gets the assignments for making a brand or a start-up from her lecturers. Well, maybe now you can be her new good friend, you’re a friendly and funny person, so it’s not hard for you to get along with her.

“What the hell are you doing in the kitchen for hours??” Yelena asked you on the phone. You can hear the class ambiance behind her voice.

“How did you know?” you asked.

“You didn't realize? I’ve been watching you from the CCTV in every corner of my house. Even when you did some silly movements in front of the TV to workout,” she explained.

You turned your head to the upper corner where the CCTV hangs. You looked at that with surprise. How can you not realize that there are many CCTVs in her house, and she's been watching you all the time!

“You! You're a sly peeper!”

She chuckled, “my house, my rule. So what are you up to?”

“I’m making chocolate. Valentine's Day is almost coming, so I wanna make delicious chocolate for my crush. Don't worry, I'll clean up the kitchen when I’m done.”

“Chocolate? That sucks! Why are you in such a hurry? It's still a week 'till Valentine's Day.”

You rolled your eyes, “as you know, I suck at cooking, so I need to learn to make un chocolat parfait.”

“Ah! And I still remember how horrible an omelet you made!” her tone was almost mocking.

“I know you're really good at cooking, but please don't be so mean to me.”

She laughed slightly, “okay. Do what you want. Bye.”

You thought you would be able to make perfect chocolate for your crush instantly, but it’s not that easy! Luckily, Yelena was kind enough to permit you to use her kitchen often. Although she’s good at cooking, she can't help you to give you some advice to make chocolate because she hates sweets. You practice almost every day until the V day comes, and efforts won’t betray you, you did your best to make beautiful and delicious chocolate.

“Finally-” you said while straightening your back and stretching your aching muscles, feeling incredibly relieved. Today is Valentine’s day, now you can go to college before the morning class starts, and give this beautiful chocolate you made to a Mister Perfect.

“You did it?” asked Yelena, you saw her standing on the stairway in the kitchen, still wearing her pajamas. And she stepped down to the floor.

“I did it!” you said happily. You looked at the wristwatches, “and I can go to the morning class on time. How could I've been awesome with that! Ah, I bought savory croissants you like and made hot coffee on the dining table. It's just a little reward for letting me use your kitchen, and as a valentine's gift.” You smiled and winked at her.

For the first time, she looked at you with eyes that sparkled. She smiled slightly, “thanks- So, when are you going to give that chocolate to the unlucky guy?”

You smiled at her, sometimes, she can be an innocent, sarcastic woman. “Perhaps, during lunchtime. He’s a second-year student in the Political Sciences Department, and he’s the coolest guy I’ve ever met on campus. When he puts on his football uniform, he's even cooler!” you said full of joy while imagining your crush’s face.

She rolled her eyes, “I don't give a shit. Besides, giving chocolate to the boys on Valentine’s Day is kinda old fashioned. Why don't you give him a bouquet or a concert ticket?”

“I- I don't know. Isn't that something men always do?”

She clucked her tongue, “it’s women’s emancipation.”

“You're right!” you said eagerly. “Chocolate and flowers! That's cool! I’ll buy flowers for him, too! Thank you, Yelena, you're brilliant!” and you left her to go to campus.

In the late afternoon, it’s a beautiful day at the end of winter, the warmth of the sun is still accompanying people on the outside.

It’s valentine’s day, a day full of love. But all you can feel is the cold wind in your heart, the day gets grey, and pain haunts you. You remembered all the hurtful things he said to you, you feel so rejected by him. It really hurts when you expect so much more from a person you once liked so much. You’ve liked him ever since the first day of college.

Love can sometimes be magic but magic can sometimes just be an illusion. Before you realize it, the tears stream down your face. You walked so slow in Yelena’s neighborhood.

You heard the horn behind you. “Ayo, Taffy! Walking to my house?” That’s Yelena with her car, driving very slowly to follow your steps.

You turned your head to her. She looked at you with a surprise, “Hey, you okay?”

“I- I’m okay,” you said sobbing.

Without asking you first, she scrambled out of the car, and put you in the front passenger seat of the car, and got behind the wheel.

“What happened?” she asked gently.

You cried harder when she asked that. Moments later, you told her your story when you got a raw rejection from your crush. “He even called me fat and I'm not his type. I mean, I’m okay with his ridicule, it's a fact after all. But when he mocked my chocolate, that's when I felt hurt. Anyhow, it was my hard work you even helped me make it,” and you cried again.

“I did nothing, you made it yourself with love,” she said and she turned her vehicle around.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I’m going to give that motherfucker a lesson.”

“You- WHAT?”

“Gimme his location!”

“Yelena- No! Turn around your car! Let's just go home.”

She gazed at you in silence for a while, “just shut the fuck up and keep your seat belt fastened!” she spoke firmly.

In the end, you just let her drive to the university yard where your crush and his friends are hanging around. Yelena insisted on giving him a lesson. Your heart raced when you saw her walk through the yard and stepped closer to the table where your crush sat.

Your crush stopped laughing when she stood in front of him, it also gave his friends in silence and looked at her in confusion. “Ayo! Rough guy!” She greeted him with a condescending tone.

“Who the hell are you, tomboy?” he asked her.

“Nobody, just a courier. I delivered a package for you,” she showed him a chocolate box and a bouquet.

“Ah, that’s from Y/N, huh? Take back, I ain't gonna need that. If I take that shit, I’m afraid that fatty would think I will accept her feelings.”

Yelena spat on the ground, “you know I was relieved I never dated a guy, and the guy I hate the most is the guy like you. You're more gay than I am, y’know? Before you mocked her, look at yourself in the mirror whether you're better than her or not! You think you're perfect, huh?”

Yelena threw the flowers and the chocolate on your crush’s face. Her hands in the fluid movement to deliver precisely aimed blows to a startled opponent.

“What the fuck!” He shouted out in shock. Getting rid of the flowers on his face and the chocolate stains off his jacket.

“Take that, you motherfucker! You should've respected her! It shows her love and hard work!” Yelena grunted, “but at least I’m relieved she wouldn't fall for an asshole like you again.” And she left him without waiting for his response.

You watched what Yelena did to him far behind, and it gives you a new perspective that you adore her so much.

“Thank you,” you said gently when you and she sat in the car.

“For what?”

“For everything. Why are you so kind to me? I mean, I am the one who often troubles you, but you still want to add a new enemy, because of me. I’ve seen everything you’ve done to him, and I really appreciate it.” You laughed strangely, “you were very rude to him, but I think he deserved it.

She grunted, “that son of a bitch deserves worse. Why do you think I'm doing this to you?” She looked at you seriously with her deep voice.

You find it difficult to answer. In silence, you looked at each other. You felt an odd feeling when you looked into her big beautiful eyes. You felt captivated by the look in her eyes, so you couldn't move your body when you realized her body moved closer to yours as she tried to kiss you.

As though conscious of what she was about to do, she stopped and sat up straight again. She cleared her throat awkwardly, “and the only one who can make fun of you is me.” She stared at the last small chocolate box on your lap. “Oh, there’s one more.”

“Yup, there is. Don’t worry, I’ll throw away this thing.”

She grabbed the small box immediately, “don’t! I’ll eat it.”

“What? Don't you hate sweets?”

“It’s okay if it's your make,” she eats a piece of chocolate you made. “Umm- not bad, ” she smiled slightly after she finished eating, then she turned the engine on.

After the incident on Valentine’s day, you can't look at her in the same way again, you felt confused about your feelings towards her. You thought she was just your friend, but now you realized you want her more than just a friend. You don't want to ruin your friendship with her, you need to find a new apartment as soon as possible no matter how to keep a distance from her and reset unnecessary feelings.

Luckily, you got a new apartment so you can leave Yelena’s house. Yelena and Zeke helped you pack the stuff and decorate your new room. After those busy days, you can finally enjoy your free time in your new apartment, all alone. And it gives you extra time to prioritize your revenge plan, once you've accepted the insult of the guy you liked. And a wise man said the best revenge is to improve yourself.

On the other hand, you wouldn't believe how much Yelena missed you. She felt empty when she stayed alone, she missed your presence in her house. She once got so annoyed by your noisy existence, but now she really wants to hear all your ridiculous babbling. When she thought of you, she smiled slightly, she didn't believe she could fall for a silly girl like you. Silly but sweet.

Since when did this feeling grow in her heart? She didn't know. Little thing she knew, you're the sweetest, most sincere girl she's ever met. Sometimes she wishes you could open your heart to a girl like her, but she doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable if she expresses any romantic interest in you. To get rid of all her thoughts about you, she occupied herself with the project the lecturer gave her. It is funny, you two are mutually interested in each other, but you two are too afraid to express your feelings.

Time flies so fast. Spring break is over. You are ready to open a new chapter of your life in this warm spring. You were viral by the rejection video of your crush to you, it was a nightmare because everyone recognizes you with something you don't want to be. But now, everyone on campus is amazed by the change you made to yourself. And the best thing is, your crush seems regretful that he has rejected and said something cruel to you. Now, you have some respect from others.

“Wow, I heard an issue that you're now some big news and one of the hotties in this university.”

You heard a familiar voice when you walked alone in the park near your faculty building. You frowned at your face and turned around your body, your eyes widened as you saw a big-beauty blonde standing behind you.

“Long time no see and, look at you, you've changed a lot! Now you've become- a Barbie doll? Eww! You look more ugly than before when you still have those fats in your body,” she continued.

You chuckled, “we’ve lived together under the same roof for almost three weeks, and I got your own dictionary. When you say no, it means yes. So when you say I’m ugly, it means I’m pretty?”

“Jesus, no! I tell the truth, I swear, the new you is ugly.”

“I, I just wanna love myself more by changing my lifestyle to make it healthier,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Whatever. I rather like your old appearance because now you’re a little conscious. Many morons will steal glances at you.”

“What?”

She sighed heavily, “something that didn’t change in you is you still slow like a sloth! Then, I’m leaving!”

“Hey, wait!” You grabbed her long arm to hold her step, “it’s unfair you come and go like a fart!”

Just one touch from you gives her a magical sensation. She then grabbed your hands and pulled your body to get closer to hers.

“I miss you so much! I can’t even stop thinking about you once you leave my house,” she hoarsely whispered.

She bent over you and kissed you. You were shocked by her sudden act, but her kiss is pure, fresh, and thirst-quenching. You felt her stiffening in surprise when you kissed her back, then she continued to insert her tongue into your mouth and moved wildly to play with yours. You two now are kissing so passionately, feeling the burn by the lust of each other.

“So this means, we’re stepping to the next level” she asked with a broad smile on her face. She looked happy.

You smiled mischievously, “what do you think?”

I think Yelena is the type who can make a straight girl gay. Who can ignore this big-beauty-badass bae 🥵🥵

My fav quotes from Yelena in this story 💕

Yelena to your crush: “...I was relieved I never dated a guy, and the guy I hate the most is a guy like you. You're gayer than I am, y’know?”

[she acted like a gentleman 🥰]

Sweet moments with Yelena 💕

Yelena to you: “Why do you think I'm doing this to you?”

[and you two were looked at each other until she tried to kiss you but she stopped it 😔]

You to Yelena: “Yup. I’ll throw away this thing.”

Yelena to you: “Don’t! I’ll eat it.”

You to Yelena: “Don’t you hate sweets?”

Yelena to you: “It’s okay if it’s your make.”

[then she ate your chocolate even she hates sweets 🥺]

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karasimpno · 3 years

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Karasimpno’s Top 10 Posts of 2020!

Thank you so much to Jade (@honeybunny-sawamura) for tagging me in this and giving me a reason to celebrate myself! And also because I didn’t get around to doing an end of year appreciation post! First, here are my top ten posts of the year (based both on the stats and my personal preferences ;) ), and then I’m gonna talk a lil about folks I’m super grateful for!!!!

HQ Boys Seeing their S/O in Lingerie

This one kicked off my winter writing mini-marathon hahaha! I’m pretty proud of it - just some good ole fashioned boys lovin their sexy partner in lingerie!! Ft. Atsumu, Akaashi, Suga, Iwaizumi, and Sakusa

Bokuto//Back Muscles//2pm

Need I say more? Bokuto smut as a part of my 2:25 event! SMUT

Run Away With Me ft. Suga

Suga rushes over to your place to ask you a very important question. Whaddaya say? Fluff, part of my 25 Days of Ficmas event!

Sick Day ft. Akaashi

Ugh this one was so self indulgent for my Akaashi simping self but yeah. Things get a lil heated w Akaashi before he realizes your forehead is a lil heated and exerting yourself is the LAST thing you should be doing. Fluff with a dash of spice. Part of fluffvember!

The Party Goes With You ft. Kuroo

You don’t know his name, but you’re almost certain you’re in love with him. Mystery man Kuroo sweeps you off your feet during winning dances in the high-stakes poker game you deal for. Angsty, part of my 25 Days of Ficmas event!

What Happens If I Do This? Ft. Oikawa

You’ve been working hard and Oikawa just wants to make you feel better... fluff that gets a lil spicy (the best kind of fluff)

Graduation Button Ft. Kenma

This was such a sweet request I got where Kenma gives you his button at graduation. Fluff!

(Un)Wedded Bliss Ft. HardDom!Ennoshita

You and Ennoshita attend a wedding together, and dang if he doesn’t look good in a suit. It gets you thinking ideas that should probably wait until you get home, but Ennoshita’s gonna make you wait as long as possible before that happens. SMUT

Who Will Say It First? Ft. Asahi

You and your best friend are nearing the end of your high school year. Maybe it’s time you’re both honest with each other. Fluff:)

If I Loved You ft. Ushijima

You meet college volleyball star Ushijima Wakatoshi at the end of your senior year, not looking to get involved with anyone new. But a discussion about hypotheticals and a perfect night may end up surprising you. Fluff, part of my 25 Days of Ficmas event

Thank you so much to ALL OF YOU for following and liking and reblogging and commenting, it means the world to me and I read every one. I seriously do it for the serotonin hahahaha so I appreciate each and every one of you. Below the cut are some folks that I’ve particularly gotten joy from ilygsm

@chiefest-and-greatest-calamity you were literally my first follower and continue to be my biggest fan. I’ll never know what you see so much in my writing but I can’t tell you how much your support means to me. I love u SO MUCH and thank you for bringing a smile to my face with memes every day:) ily

@ceo-of-daichi LYDIA you were like one of my first ten followers and the first person to really encourage me to write smut heheheh so thank you for that. But beyond that, YOU’RE SO TALENTED I remember being floored when you followed me it felt like the beginning of making big strides for me. You were a huge role model to me in how I structured my blog and writing and stuff and it’s been so lovely to interact with you

@mrs-kuroojinguji aaaaa darling you’re so wonderful!! I’m so glad we’re moots and I love reading your writing!!!

@azo-musxas ugh GOD I PROMISE I’M GETTING TO YOUR OIKAWA REQ I’m sorry it’s taken forever!!! Ily please forgive me, I love going feral with you and seeing your comments on my posts <3

@heauxzenji IT WAS LITERALLY THE BIGGEST HONOR WHEN YOU FOLLOWED ME!!!!!! I adore everything you write and I just think you’re the coolest cucumber. You’re like hq tumblr royalty; I’m so glad we’re moots, thank you for being amazing <3

@honeybunny-sawamura JADE YOU ABSOLUTE ANGEL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! Idk what I did to be blessed by your constant love and support, you’re amazing and I love your writing, thank you for being such an incredible cheerleader

@tsumurai ILYSM you’re so cool I’m so glad we’re moots. You were such an incredible support during the 25 days of ficmas event and it meant so much to me!!

@waitforitillwritemywayout AAAA Sabi I’m so glad we interact so much now!! You used to really intimidate me bc I love everything about your blog but it warms my heart to know you a little better now:):)

@alto-march-of-death AL YOU ANGEL it’s been so good to get to know you recently, thank you so much for interacting so often, you’re such a sweetheart and I feel like we’re very similar :) makes me happy to see you on my dash

@kodzurin ugh. Darling. I love you so much. I love seeing you interact with all your character anons (yes all of them, but especially one ;) ) and I’m so glad we’re moots. I love your work and I selfishly hope you post more of it!!!

@daichis-kitty Kat you are my whole life omg your comments and tags on my posts recently mean the WORLD TO ME and you just fill my heart with joy ILYSM THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR LOVE N SUPPORT

@keishinslove I’m so GLAD we bonded over our love for Ukai Keishin, 26, high school volleyball coach last week like I just felt like I had a kindred spirit there and I’m so glad we met <3

@helloaisabelle AISY I - I’m so grateful that we chatted for so long the other night about writing and everything. Your writing is seriously incredible and it was so nice to just talk about writing in general. I know we like just became moots but I really kinda already consider you a friend haha I just really enjoyed talking to you and I think you’re wonderful <3

@lovingseijoh, @datech, @chaotickatts, @kenmasbb, @b0ba-chan, @aiiishiiiteru, @tetsurolls, @atsubos, @softsakusa, @prettysetterbaby I still cannot beLIEVE each of you follows me. Y’all are like hq tumblr royalty to me and I’m so GRATEFUL that you follow me. Thank you for being such inspirations and for making me so excited to be here. Thank you thank you thank you.

@karasunobbys, @matsukipple, @kingdoms--night--star, @crescentsteel @tsumtsumland see you guys on my dash all the time and it makes me happy!!!

and of course I’d be remiss if I didn’t give the BIGGEST THANK U to @bluntkingkuroo for getting me into this show, for beta reading all my shit, for indulging me in tom foolery, and for generally being a great friend. so grateful I’ve known you this long!!!! thank u for enabling me lol

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So about that 'Blue Bloods' episode…

I recently saw something come across my dash regarding Alex Brightman’s guest appearance on the season 11 episode of 'Blue Bloods' (The Common Good) and it reignited the vehement response I had to the episode as a whole. And, since I have this blog now, I figured…fuck it. I need to rant about it.

So that's what this is.

Take what I say with a grain of salt, of course. This show is so clearly not for me and I acknowledge that, but I went to school for and got my degree in creative writing and so much of this episode pissed me off from a narrative perspective and I just really need to talk about it. Putting it under a Read More, though, so you can ignore me if you’d like while I rage to no one in particular. Apologies in advance if you choose to read on. I'm super long-winded. Luckily I don't have pictures and this is more of just a lot of text, so…it could be longer?

So, to begin, I’ll freely admit that I’d never seen an episode of 'Blue Bloods' before this and I’ve not watched it since. I mean, if the rest of the episodes are as badly written as this one, I have no interest to either, but I digress.

Overall my main problem with the episode was how desperately it avoided ‘showing’ over ‘telling’ and, as a visual medium, that’s kind’ve a big deal. We were told pretty much every detail that was presented to us. These people love to hear themselves talk, but do little to actually show things as they happen and I believe a part of that has to do with the focus of the show itself, which is definitely unique to this brand of television. By that, I just mean that it’s not the format I might’ve expected from a show like this. Most cop shows give a lot of focus to the cases, and the intrigue you get with the characters is how they apply their own skills and knowledge to solve them, with the hi-jinks they get into along the way being more of a bonus.

This is not that kind of show.

No, 'Blue Bloods' as a show is way more interested in the cops and their familial ties than it is about the actual job that they’re doing, as shown prominently with the political plot of this episode which was also very focused on the relationship between Tom Selleck’s character and his daughter and the wholly unrelated dinner scene where they talk about lent for 2 and a half minutes and acknowledge nothing else that happened in the episode. This show doesn’t care about the job of being a cop so much as it cares about the cops themselves.

Which would be fine if I gave a shit about cops, but I don’t.

You could argue that the mentor plot is the exception to that, but that entire situation had no real consequences for the cop in question, Jamie, abusing his power. It was entirely focused on how the situation affected him and how it was fine that he’d nudged this kid to get information which ultimately led to the arrest of Dion's brother, and Dion quitting the program. Hell, if Jamie had, in his final scene with Dion, owned up to his abuse of power and left the program — to then urge Dion to rejoin so that he can have that positive outlet in his life without him there — I would’ve been way more okay with it, but Jamie faces no consequences past ‘I don’t wanna see you anymore’, which I was never convinced he actually cared about in the slightest. There's nothing cathartic about it, it's just shitty and left me feeling frustrated at the lack of consequences for the cop.

But hey, you prolly don’t wanna read me going on and on about those parts. You prolly wanna know why I hate it despite Alex’s plot — which I fully expected to love because he’s perfect and gorgeous even when he’s playing a bad guy and he was just so adorable in his lil suit and they let him keep the scruff this time, and he was all handsome an— I need to stop. That could go on forever.

Anyway, to put it simply; it was bad, but I'll definitely explain why.

Now, I don’t think any of the guests in this episode necessarily did a bad job. They still acted well enough for what they were given. I just think they had a shit script that wasn’t interested in that story line. I mentioned at the top of this that this show cared more about telling than showing and that’s a huge problem when you want me to buy a character being the culprit in your murder plot. I need evidence, not anecdotes. Cuz, yeah, by the end of the episode, I didn’t buy for even a second that Ralph did it. And it’s not because he was played by Alex who is just charisma incarnate. I can believe him playing a bad guy. I also watched his 'Law & Order SVU' episode where he scared the shit outta me. He can play a creepy and violent character very well, he just wasn’t convincing to me as a bad guy in this show.

And here’s why!

First of all, he confessed at knife point. That confession would be thrown away IRL. It’s the same problem with using torture to get information. If a person’s life is threatened or they're being harmed in some way, they’ll usually say whatever it takes to get you to stop threatening them/causing them pain. Same deal here. You can’t convince me with a confession like that.

But they didn't seem to be interested in convincing anyone as far as I could tell. They just expected you to believe it because, ‘no, didn’t you hear? He said he did it, so he did it.’ They had so many opportunities to portray this character as the shitbag that we’re told he is. Hell, great way to really implicate him? Give him a female assistant that Donnie Wahlberg and his partner overhear / walk in on him berating for something small like getting him the wrong coffee or something. Then have them talk to that assistant later on and her mention some weird behavior from him on the night of Andrea’s death. It's cliché, but it's more than what we got.

Or you could have him talk to Meghan in a super condescending voice when he approaches her after her interview later on. Or, hell, have him refer to the murder victim in a condescending way even as he talks about her death. But no. The most we get out of him is that he's maybe a little snarky and smug when talking to the cops, but that’s not enough to convince me he’s a bad dude. Frankly, his producer buddy came off as more of an asshole, if I'm being honest. Just cuz (we’re told) his character did shitty things to her in the past doesn’t mean he’s still shitty. Show me he’s still shitty. I wanna see it and I know Alex is capable of a performance like that.

Second, it’s also just…obvious to make him the culprit if we're to believe everything we're told about him. He and Andrea are described as having had beef a little while before the murder with him being abusive mentally and physically. He’s known in the community to be a misogynist and an abusive person overall. He’s the obvious suspect, but if there’s anything that Scooby-Doo taught me, it’s that it’s never the most obvious person. Like, once in a blue moon, sure — but it’s rare.

So yeah, I don’t believe that Ralph did it. You wanna know who I do think did it?

Meghan.

Alright, so bear with me. This'll prolly sound a little conspiratorial, but hear me out:

She had the motive. She confirms in the beginning of the episode that she’s also a female gamer like the victim, but that she was ‘no Andrea’. Andrea was her competition. They were (supposedly) friends and stuck together as female gamers, but Andrea was still competition. With her out of the way, Meghan’s able to rise in the ranks, if even a little bit.

She had a scapegoat in Ralph — again, the obvious suspect given his tumultuous relationship with Andrea sometime prior — and an obvious grudge against men in their community in general. And, don’t get me wrong, men in gaming can and often are hella toxic — I’m not, in any way, denying that — but she got way more emotional when talking about the men in their community than when she was talking about her supposed friend lying dead in the adjoining room.

Speaking of the adjoining room, how did she not hear the murder happening? It couldn’t have been when she was down in the bar, cuz we see Ralph there too in the crappy CCTV footage that was supposed to show him being an asshole, I think (hard to really see). Was she just fucking around somewhere else when it happened? She doesn’t mention as much that I recall (correct me if I'm wrong on that, of course). And Andrea was strangled to death. I would assume that there would’ve been a struggle with that. Are you seriously telling me she wouldn’t hear that in her adjoining hotel room? Those walls aren’t that thick. I find that kinda hard to believe. And that she wouldn’t have found her till the next morning after that, also strikes me as a little odd.

Going off on some previous points, she shows very little grief over her friend’s death. Not just in the intro scene, either, but later on as well. (Side bar: that intro scene itself was very misleading. Don’t lead with a murder plot if it only takes up less than 10 minutes of the overall runtime, kay?) The show did a pretty bad job at indicating the passage of time, but it’s implied that the convention is still happening when Meghan gets the confession out of Ralph, so it would’ve had to have been the same weekend, or possibly the same week (though most conventions I’m aware of don’t last that long — it’s usually a weekend thing, at most Thursday-Sunday — but it could be similar to AGDQ, which seems to last about a week). So, if this is only a day or so later, why would someone who is supposedly grieving over their dead friend do interviews like nothing is wrong? Wouldn't you, like, reschedule or just politely decline and say you need time to process the shock? Like, when we cut to ol’ Donnie Wahlberg calling her after her interview, she doesn’t look upset — as I imagine she might if they’d likely asked her questions about Andrea / her feelings about the murder — and she seems cool as a cucumber when she asks Ralph to go somewhere private. In fact, the look on her face indicates pretty clearly that she’s planning to do something. Specifically, not that she's scared, that she's angry.

Finally, she’s the one who’s attacking Ralph when Donnie Wahlberg and company arrive on the scene. She doesn’t seem to have any marks on her indicating that he made any move to harm her (again, correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't remember seeing her with any marks / cuts), but he’s got a clear, bleeding cut on his face. She attacked him first and was going in for the kill.

Or…was she? Cuz right before Donnie Wahlberg pulls her into that bear hug to stop her from the attack, she doesn’t do a great job of actually trying to kill Ralph. She was close enough that a quick dart at him would’ve probably been enough to at least injure him pretty significantly — maybe even fatally — and would’ve surely led the cops to pull them apart to secure him, but she kinda just hops around a bit and screams before lunging for him. That’s a really weird way to attack when you actually want to kill someone.

But, then again, I don’t necessarily think she did want to kill him. I’m convinced she wanted that confession, but that she also wanted him in jail and was playing the part of the super sad and hysterical victim who was just so overcome with her grief that she wasn’t in her right mind. I think that’s what they were going for in regards to her character in general, but it came across as less sincere in the performance and more like the character was putting on an act. They then cart Ralph off while comforting her — despite the fact that she disobeyed a direct order from police, which should lead to her being detained as well! — and that plot ends.

So, she gets what she wants in the end. A person she despises is now in police custody, her competition is out of the way, and the publicity she might get for bringing that ‘murderer’ to justice might eventually lead to her own career getting a nice boost. I dunno, it just strikes me as her having a great reason to have initiated this over Ralph just being a misogynist who 'was really trying to kill Meghan and just got the wrong girl'.

So yeah, with what the show presented to us, I believe Meghan’s the real killer. Again, if they’d done more to show me that Ralph was a bad dude or that she was more affected by her supposed friend’s death, or if they'd just given that plot more room to breathe to show those things, I might’ve been more inclined to buy the narrative they were pushing but…as is, I don’t believe it.

That’s pretty much all I wanted to say on the matter. I had a lot of issues with the domestic abuse plot line too, but they barely gave that 5 minutes of the overall runtime, so does it really matter in the long run? This is just…my thought process of the only part of the episode I watched for and how disappointing it was for me. And yes, I timed each section of the episode to figure out how much time was given to each of the 4 plots, plus the dinner scene at the end, but not counting the intro theme, and the murder plot got just over 8 minutes, of which Alex was on screen for half of that time. He got less than 5 minutes of screen time. It was definitely worth it just because he’s wonderful and I just like seeing him on these shows, but from a narrative standpoint, it felt pointless.

Okay, I’m done. Thank you for coming to my TED talk. Unless y’all wanna talk about this some more, cuz I’m so down for that.

#scammy talks too much #scammy rants #blue bloods #the common good #alex brightman #long post is long #I'm long-winded as fuck #obviously I'm not an authority on what makes good tv #this is just all how I felt after watching the episode #It was just so disappointing after the INCREDIBLE performance on Law & Order SVU #if you like it that's cool #I'm not here to tell you you're wrong #or that I'm right about this #like whatcha like #sometimes I just gotta rant and get it outta my brain

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crushzone · 3 years

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Nin! I’ve been seeing this around recently, but I would love to see you ship your moots if it is ok! ♥️

Hahaha hey there, sure thing! It’s so difficult to be bias free because I know my moots’ crushes, but I shall do my best! I’ll mostly likely pair you guys with someone outside of your crush, just to introduce some new potential partner to your life ;). If I had left anyone out by accident, I am SO sorry!!

✨ Shipping my Moots ✨

@scorpiosanssexy

Sugawara Koshi - Lil sis, I am so sorry it is not Kei. I think Suga is absolutely hilarious and a sweetheart, I’m sure he loves it when you roast him here and there because he’d do the same right back at you. He’s also such a sassy man, so if sassiness is something you enjoy (*cough* like Kei’s, except he’s not a meanie 😠), he’s got it! If you do not know how to cook, neither does he, but you will get to suffer together. He’s also a teacher (which I know is also your thing), so let’s pretend he had to read so many books that he has to eventually get glasses! Will 100% dance real silly with you when you’re both tipsy, but please try to calm him down when he keeps getting ID’ed whenever he tries to buy booze, he’s got that forever cute baby face.

Look, I photoshopped him in glasses for u. ☝🏼

@ceo-of-daichi

Takeru Nakashima - Tbh, it was really difficult not to go with Daichi for this one. I know Takeru may not suit your appearance preferences, but I think you guys would be a very adorable pair! He is very family oriented, had grown up with a bunch of siblings, is a team captain (i know u like captains 😉), and seems like a sweet guy in general. So he will 100% be a fun pal to joke around with, but he’s also really responsible and will take care of u on your night outs. I can see you with his little family cheer squad, they are all just in love with you and consider you a part of their family. 10/10 husband material with that A+ domestic lifestyle.

@honey-makki

Saeko Tanaka - I shall pair you, my queen, with my other queen, Saeko. 👑 Together, you are unstoppable, and just the sight of you both hanging out together would make me run away because I tend to do that whenever I am near anyone attractive. Imagine Saeko picking you up on her motorbike just to go grab some dinner downtown together. All the jokes you’d share, how loudly you would laugh with each other, regardless if whether you are in a public or private place!! She’d probably help you proof read your fics and brainstorm any spicy scenarios with you too! Bet she loveees having you lay on her chest as she strokes your hair, alternatively, she also loves being your big spoon. 🥺

@heauxzenji

Kuroo Tetsuro - My other queen, I shall offer you my nerdy king, Kuroo. 👑 Idk man, appearance-wise alone, I already think you’d both be such a beautiful pair. You two are definitely the type of couples on Tik Tok (or whichever apps people use now a days LOL 👵🏻) with a bunch of “relationship goals” in the comments. He’d be a lot of fun to joke around with, will take great care of you, loves to smack your booty (respectfully) because he knows you are absolutely beautiful, and will call you the cutest nicknames. He also secretly reads your spicy fics without telling you, and will maybe try out a new thing or two from it the next time u guys baaaaang. 💥Spiciness aside, he cherishes all your quiet moments, just sitting next to each other as you sip on some tea, your books in hand as you lean shoulder to shoulder against one another.

@tedwardos

Azumane Asahi - idk, I think you both would be incredibly adorable! He is basically kind of like Yams but with a whee bit more softness. He absolutely loves to cuddle, play video games with you (but please go easy on him, he’s a little scared of certain games), and learn new things (e.g. playing DnD for the first time). Tbh, I think he would be great at DnD because he enjoys the imagination and character design aspect, bet his characters are always the best dressed one. Will help style your hair, cook you breakfast, give you shoulder massages, and just spoiling you in general, as long as you hold him close and tell him you love him every now and then to keep him well assured. You’ll never get cold during winter, he’s basically a human furnace who always make sure your feet are covered by the blanket when you cuddle on the couch.

@nonexistent-social-life-mainacct

Akaashi Keiji - I genuinely think this would be a wonderful match. Firstly, he is a wonderful listener, so he’s there for you to come home to after a tough day at work. If it is not something he can actually help you with, he will do his best to cheer you back up after you had gotten everything off your chest. Secondly, look at this 👇🏼

Girl, he will PROTECT you from all those mysterious bruises that tend to appear on your legs haha. Lastly, I know that when he loves someone, he will do all these adorably thoughtful things for you: like massaging your feet, leaving you cute post-it notes before he leaves for work and buying you flowers randomly. I just, I just want the best for u and I KNOW Akaashi will not disappoint at all.

@mer92

Tadashi Yamaguchi - ok hear me out! Baby boy had been crushing on you from a distance for the longest time, he just absolutely admires how you are so hardworking and passionate towards your dream job. He sees how much you care for your friends and he’d always wished he could be a part of your group too. Eventually, when you are both together, he is a wonderful listener, will go out of his ways to spoil you just to see you smile again. He will give you shoulder massages when you are being too tense, and if anyone gets in the way of achieving your goals, he will step up and defend you. Will also buy extra onigiris from Onigiri Miya and bring them to u for lunch, just to make sure that you don’t accidentally skip any meals because you’re too laser focused on your studies! Speaking of studying, he loves studying with you, and is actually a wonderful work buddy. (Always sneaks a glance at your adorable concentrated face)

@danibby

Kotaro Bokuto - Bokuto ADORES you with all his heart omg. When he catches you dancing or choreographing, he will straight up sway or beg you to teach him some moves, before proceeding to absolutely crush it. If he sees you trying out or applying some makeup/skincare products, he will ask you if he could watch or play with it too. Basically, he loves you so much, he just wants to understand and be a part of what you are doing, while he’ll also do the same where he’d teach you the little things he loves to do (will probably try to get you to play volleyball with him ahah). Is fantastic at cheering you up when you are not feeling too good about yourself, and will tickle fight you until you smile for him. Speaking of tickle fights, initiate it at your risk, because he is hella strong, he’ll pin you down or pick you up really easily to his advantage. BIGGEST HYPE MAN, you can walk out, wearing a trash bag and he would still be 😻😻😻.

@shhhlikeme

Aran Ojiro - I know I’m not being too original with this pairing because you actually crush on him to begin with, but you two are just perfect for each other tbh (was going to pick Toshi at first, but thought Aran would be a better fit)! Firstly, you are both absolutely S T U N N I N G ✨, I would be SO intimidated to come anywhere near this power couple. Secondly, you’re both so diligent, kind, and smart, everyone looks up to the two of you, wishing they could be you (Keep wishing, peeps 💅🏼) . Lastly, he seems like an absolute sweetheart, loveeeeees to spoil you with random hugs, kisses, and gifts, and will joke around with you a lot. He’ll find any way he could show you off to his friends, and they’d all be so jealous. It is nice to know that you can always lean on him if you ever have to, and he knows he could do the same with you. Bet your family absolutely LOVES him too, 100% the kind of guy you would want to bring home.

@bjbex

Yu Nishinoya - Noya is IN LOVE with you, he thinks you are freaking beautiful, is a hottie, and basically his queen. He’d keep crushing on you until you finally give him a chance. When you are together, he’d do anything to please you, ultimately, he just wants to see you smile and happy all the time. He’ll crack some jokes and be a little goof just to cheer you up! Also wants you to freaking DOMINATE him hahahah, trusts you completely, please do as you would like, he’s all yours. Loves getting his lil booty smacked and pegged, but is also always down to pleasure you. Just grab him by his hair (loves getting his hair pulled) and put him in any position you want him.

Will pull some “accident” like this often, so please prepare yourself. Will travel the world with you and take a ton of photos, then proceed to set photos of you as his wallpaper/lock screen on every device.☝🏼

@dymphnasprose

Tendou Satori - Tendou ADORES YOU, for real, he freaking ADORES you (But I adore you more, so he can back down 🤚). He loves to be your little spoon (will literary purr if you give him head rubs), boasts about you to his friends all the time (especially to Toshi), likes to endearingly tease you a lot, and will cook you some nice food all the time (he probably went to culinary school, after all, to become a chocolatier). The first thing he does when he gets back home from work? Hunt you down and immediately cling on to you as he pepper kisses all over your face with that oWo face, if ya know what I mean. Also LOVES to get freaky, this man is flexible, he just loves being intimate with ya, so tell him what you want to do and he will most likely be down to at least give it a shot. ;) Also loves to randomly buy you some cute clothes or jewelry you had been eyeing, he doesn’t do it often, but he’ll spoil you with it here and there when he can. Loves to sing random songs for you, “Dymph-nuhhh, Dymph-nuhhh, my darlin, Dymph-nuhhh~~”

@pleasantanathema

Akiteru Tsukishima - Let me start off by saying that I am absolutely in love with Akiteru, and because I love him so much, I shall pair him with you! Lauren, I am in love with you from the very first moment you’ve hit me up, I feel like our vibes match and because I feel the same way with Akiteru, I believe he would really vibe with you too! He’s an absolute sweetheart who will go out of his ways just to make you happy, you’d both spend hours chit chatting about the most random things, just giggling constantly, and before you know it, it’s already really late at night. He LOVES taking photos of you, and his phone is filled with photos of the two of you. Kei doesn’t really care much about you, but Akiteru will keep bringing you up in conversations with him anyway because he’s just extremely grateful to have you in his life.

@afictionalwhore

Ittetsu Takeda - Listen, as much as I believe Keishin is the perfect man for us you, Takeda is another husband material, adorable man who would also be just as perfect.

LOOK AT HIM REALIZING THAT HE IS IN LOVE WITH U. Also Keishin looking like a snacc right next to him, but this post is not about him mmkay?

Takeda is so weak for you, he’ll spoil you rotten where he can, and his affection bank is unlimited, will constantly remind you that he loves you. He’s also really shy, so sometimes, he’ll try to be “sexy” and initiate something, only to stutter and blush terribly when he attempts to execute it, so please be kind HAHA (I think find that really endearing tbh). Fully understands how tiring it can be to work with children, he is also a teacher after all, so at the end of each day, you’ll both take warm baths together, cuddling as you laugh about all the silly things your kids had done today. Sometimes he will help substitute for you too, if you ever need to take a day off.

I’m very proud of this list, ngl, I stand by my ships 😉

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bubbabobabubbles · 3 years

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im jus gonna uh,, put my fanfics on here from other sites,,, okay bye now

since i'm bored and have nothing better to do,, here tumbler have my quotev fanfiction bAHA

if you're interested,, it's a bnha x reader x assassination classroom

I'll figure out how to do links later

this is pretty much the info on (y/n)'s character

name: (y/n) [redacted]

i promise we'll see their name pretty early on I just wanted it to be a surprise

age: 13-14

13 int the first ch.

14 for the rest of the majority

height is somewhere between 157-162 cm (5'2-'4)

quirk: DRAGONS HELLFIRE

you can summon or become this mf if you're summoning you can talk to him which you mostly do

you can ALSO summon only certain parts of this, you can eat fire since you have something called 'scaled lungs' this protects you from burning from the inside out

if you're turning into the dragon you can still summon others they'll just be a bit weaker, still pretty cool though

drawbacks: this uses a lot of energy, it's likely that you'll pass out after using this. you just need to rest though and you'll be fine

quirk: TELEKINESIS

you can move stuff with your mind, pretty dope ngl 100t kg is the limit though. it's a lot,, but I think you'd be fine

drawbacks: you just get headaches man, they may hurt like hell but push through it boo you got it

at age 12 you were skilled enough w a rifle that you could be a government assassin (your mother never knew about the offer she's a drunk)

^^i'll go more into this later

at 13 you ended up with a pretty nice badonkadonkers and a cute dump truck (cause a girl can dream) so you ended up unintentionally learning to seduce scum, (y/n) is pretty developed and even

so by 18 you can be a SSS+ assassin(idk if I'll take the story that far tho)

names: silent flame; sweet killer; forever ember

ahaha I'm having too much fun with this

okay and I think there's just some fun & quick info now!!

(y/n) and karma have known each other since childhood

the two are best friends and partners in crime

(y/n)'s mother had her as an accident

her family situation was extremely toxic and no one really gave a shit about her

a certain blond pomeranian is actually really soft without girl cause he's had a lowkey crush for the longest time

shinsou knows our baby as well because they met each other at a park one time and she talked to him first

she actually met jirou since (y/n) went to a music shop with karma and the three of them hit it off

(y/n) is lowkey an almost perfect wife. like- a beast at cooking, can clean without getting prissy, knows how to work when she wants something honestly,, she's stacys mom

uhm- she loves to prove people wrong,, so when she's challenged she won't give up till it's done

bunny is a little john wick man and I love it.got a lil carried away there.. it's fine tho uhhhhh...

#bnha #assassination classroom #x reader

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okk--maaan · 4 years

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Hello :) it's the anon who requested the headcanons on how Charlie would take care of a partner who had experience with bad relationships. I absolutely LOVED how you wrote that/handled that and I was wondering if you could tell me how Charlie would be with a lover who is curvy and a bit insecure about that? -🦕

Hello my dear!! Oohh! If you’re gonna use the dino emoji can I call you Lil Foot (I can’t think of any other cute/clever nicknames lol)? I’m SO glad you liked the last thing I wrote for you - I was a lil worried about it for a minute!

Instead of HCs, I wrote you a whole lil (wow I say lil a lot) ficlet this time! It definitely turned into smut - WHOOPS! When I started outlining it I literally wrote -- in my notebook with a pen -- ‘ok this gone get real nasty’. I hope that’s ok and I hope it gives what you were looking for! And let me say that I and any of the boys I will ever write for LOVE AND APPRECIATE AND ACCEPT ALL BODY TYPES!!! Thicc Thighs Save Lives is a longstanding motto here!!

Also I’m a bad writer so it takes me forever to write anything (and my ADHD and anxiety be like nah fam) and I did very little editing to this so sorry for all of those things.

Word Count: ~2k

CW: curvy/plus size RC, body insecurity, smuuttt, like one mention of spanking, slightly Dom!Charlie (?), alcohol consumption, fluffiness (’cause ‘course), lots of build up (what can I say? I like foreplay), bad grammar

“Charlie,” you whine standing in front of your open closet, still in your robe. You couldn’t believe what you were looking at. He really wanted you to wear this tonight? And he really wanted you to wear that underneath?

Hanging neatly on the inside of the closet door was a slinky red dress -- that you knew was going to be way too tight -- and a meticulously matched set of lacey lingerie. Silently judging you. ‘Nope’ you thought to yourself, ‘Not happening’.

Just as you start rummaging through your wardrobe for one of your other perfectly fine, perfectly comfortable dresses, Charlie steps into the bedroom. Sensing his presence, you turn to find him already fully dressed. He’s wearing a charcoal gray suit, tapered and tailored precisely to his body, and a slim navy blue tie. His black oxfords look freshly polished and his neatly parted hair is almost as shiny.

“Wow. You look nice,” you say with a bit of a bite as you pivot back to the task at hand. It wasn’t fair that he was able to look that sophisticated and handsome with such little effort.

Hearing your bitterness, he cautiously moves in closer, rests a large hand on your back. “What’s wrong honey? You don’t like what I picked out for you?” He nods his head towards the offending articles of fabric.

Without losing any heat in your voice, you shoot back, “Well Mr. Barber. I don’t think your lovely gifts here are going to exactly accentuate my figure!” Oohh maybe that was a little harsh. But Charlie never falters, takes you in stride, like he always does.

“Baby,” he says in that way that just makes your heart -- and every other part of your body -- melt. “I wouldn’t have picked these things for you if I didn’t think you were going to look absolutely stunning in them.” With that, he places a loving peck to your forehead and steps back to sit on the bed. “Please, honey, put them on. For me.”

And only because you have such a weakness for when he talks to you like that, do you undo the tie on your robe, place it in the closet, and begin timidly dressing yourself in his gifts.

Even with your back to him, you can feel Charlie’s gaze boring into. Studying. Studying the way your hips and thighs round out as you stand naked in front of him. The way your backside swells as you bend down to step into your panties. The way the soft curve of your breasts peeks out as you reach up to loop your arms through your bra.

Charlie can already feel himself stirring under his suit pants.

As soon as you pull the dress straps over your shoulders, he’s back to standing behind you, hand on your zipper. “Let me, sweet thing,” he whispers into your skin, right against that tender spot between your neck and shoulder. His lips never leave you as he closes you up. Once the zipper reaches the top, he shifts back to observe you fully. Admire.

Even technically fully clothed, you can’t help but feel self-conscious exposed with the way the fabric hugs your body. Instinctually, you go to wrap your arms around your middle, to try to hide. But apparently Charlie can read minds and he’ll have none of that. His long fingers wrap gently, knowingly around each of your wrists. He places another kiss to that spot on your neck and whispers, “beautiful.”

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The theater is dark, aside from the few soft spotlights that glow over the actors on stage. It’s quiet enough that you can hear Charlie beside you, scribbling in his notebook.

But he’s not focusing on what he’s writing nearly as much as he should be. Instead of the words on the page, all he can see are images of you pulling on that dress. All he can think about is that memory of your supple skin, wanting to map out every inch. If he wasn’t trying so hard to get these damned notes down, his hands would be all over you.

Those thoughts alone are enough to get him growing in his pants again.

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With your second glass of wine in your hand, you are finally starting to relax a little. You lost Charlie to the hustle and bustle of the after party some time ago. But that’s ok. You understand there are certain duties he must fulfill as the director on opening night. When you find each other again, you can tell he’s already had several scotches by the flush in his cheeks and slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. And that’s also ok. He deserves to celebrate tonight after all those months of hard work.

When his eyes lock with yours, his pupils are blown black and wide and there’s something behind them other than just a few drinks. He doesn’t interrupt the conversation you’re having, just places a hot hand on your ass. And squeezes. It takes everything in you not to squeal outright in front of your friends and Charlie’s cast. He leans down to murmur into your ear, “let’s go home now.” His words are slurred just slightly but their meaning rings through you crystal clear. He composes himself enough to turn to the small crowd that’s gathered and excuse the two off you. And before you have a chance to say the rest of your goodbyes, he’s whisking you out the door.

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The second the doorknob to Charlie’s apartment latches closed, his hands lips tongue are all over you. You have little time to catch your breath before his hot hot mouth is on yours, prying you open. You can taste the remnants of alcohol on his breath. With his hands on your waist he’s pulling pulling pulling you further through the foyer and into the living room. As you stumble around corners and furniture, he mumbles against you, “You looked so good tonight baby. So fucking sexy. Mmnhh I love you in this dress. I was getting so hard just looking at you.”

“Charlie,” you gasp as he suddenly breaks all contact, leaving you disoriented, and plops down on the couch. His legs are spread wide and his chest is heaving.

“Take this off baby,” he leans forward to pinch at your thigh, just above the hem of your dress.

“Uh-huh,” you bob your head up and down until it tips back and your eyes close and your hands reach behind you for your zipper. You tilt your chin down and open your eyes to him when the zipper reaches the bottom. Your arms fall to your sides knowing he’s in charge right now. He’ll tell you how he wants you next.

“Turn around sweet thing,” he instructs, more breath than words.

Somehow more heat rushes through your body, through your face, neck, fingers, thighs, toes. You’re already so hot too hot. You cross one heeled foot in front of the other and spin to face away from him. Behind you, you hear the clink clink of Charlie’s belt buckle followed by his own zipper sliding down. Then the sound of fabric rustling, bunching up. You know he’s stroking himself now. Watching you.

“Pull it down. Slowly.”

You do as you're told. Of course you do. You want this just as badly as he does. You push the straps down your arms and over your plump chest, breath ragged. You let the dress pool atop your full hips and wait for further direction.

Charlie huffs out a light life, reveling in how good you’re being for him. “Keep going baby.”

With one final shove, the crimson cloth slides down your thick thighs before falling around your ankles. Charlie groans, deep and guttural. Goosebumps spring up over your newly exposed flesh, assaulted by the cool air and Charlie’s sounds.

“Take your bra off.”

That one was easy. You unhook the clasp and let it hit the floor with your dress.

And you wait again. Wait. Wait. You listen to Charlie’s deep breathing and picture him slowly pulling up down up down on his length. Your pussy drips then clenches at the thought. You’re not sure how much longer you’ll be able to stand.

“Bend over baby.”

Ever so slowly, you lower your torso, brace yourself on your shins.

You hear movement behind you again. Charlie moves off the couch to rest on his knees. Eye level with your ass. You feel his fingertips trace lightly up your thighs, exploring. More goosebumps. A moan escapes your throat. “Nnnnhh yes sweet thing,” he says. Then another squeeze. “Mmm so soft.” He relishes in the way your flesh gives for his fingers. Mesmerized by the way he can leave little dimples where he presses. He inches closer to graze his lips across each leg. “I love you so much baby. I love your body. You’re so perfect.” His words send a shock from the crown of your head to your needy core. You need him.

“Charlie please. Give me something. Anything,” why was he teasing you like this? You know you hadn’t drank nearly as much as him, but now it felt like you did.

Mischievously he responds, “Oh I’ll give you something.” With one swift movement, he rips down your panties -- probably ruining them -- and buries his face in your pussy. “Ahhh!” is the only answer you have. He lavishes scorching open mouth kisses over your slick lips, occasionally brushing your stiff clit with his tongue. “Mmmm you really are so sweet baby,” he groans against you. Losing yourself, all you can do is chant, “Yes yes yes.” With one final suck, he pulls off. He sticks two of his fingers in his mouth, getting them nice and wet and warm for you, then shoves them into you. While he pumps in and out of you, he kisses your thighs, nips at your ass and asks, “Are you ready for my cock sweet thing?” His hands fill you to the brim, but they’re never enough, never compare to his cock. “Yes Charlie ! Yes! Please!” After a few more thrust, he withdraws his digits, smacks one of your bare cheeks loving the way it shakes, and returns to the couch.

“Come here my beautiful flower,” he holds his full proud dick up for you. You more than happily lower yourself over him, hands on his knees, just enough for him to drag his swollen head through your folds. When he feels he’s slicked up enough, he grips your waist and pulls you all the way down. His big cock knocks the wind out of you. Always does. And your body is already so exhausted from the build up, you can’t help but slump against him, heavy head leaning on his broad shoulder. Your back sticks to his chest.

You roll your head so your tingling lips can find his neck. There you moan and whisper sweet nothings between kisses. One of your sweaty hands reaches up to tug at his ear and fist in his hair. You roll your hips on him one...two...three...four.

Charlie can’t take it anymore. “Fuck,” he grunts as he lifts you to give him space to really pound into you. And oh he does. Digging into your fleshy hips, he fucks hard into you, asks, “You like that sweet thing? Does that feel good?” “Aaarghh! Yes baby! Unngghhh! Please. Don’t. Stop!” You were already so close. And so was he.

Reading your thoughts again, he drops one hand to rub at your wanting clit. And you see stars. Moans, grunts, screams rip your throat raw. The hand still on your hip smooths its way up your soft belly and gropes at your tit, your stiff nipple. “Char-uh-lie! I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” He picks up the pace and pressure of the circles he’s drawing into your clit. And you tumble. Down down down a hole of pure pleasure. “Fuucckk!!” you shout as the tidal waves of your orgasm come crashing down on you. You can barely hear Charlie’s stangled words, “Yes yes sweet thing cum for me. Shit!” With the sensation of you squeezing clenching fluttering around him, he’s cumming. Cumming so deep inside you. Hot thick ropes.

“Hhhnngg,” his final moan rumbles through your bones as his hips stutter, slow, and eventually stop. Your bodies feel like jelly and mold into one another as you come down, trying to steady your breath.

Finally able to speak, Charlie nuzzles his nose behind your ear and places a tender kiss there. “I love you flower. And that dress fit you perfectly.”

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