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yanderestarangel · 9 months

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HEADKANONS MK1 - TRIO LIN KUEI + FRIEND!READER | SFW

TW: gn reader, sfw, headcanons in general, spoilers about mk1, platonic relationship, little angst.

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A/N: I'm just used to writing smut things, but here's something softer. Maybe I'll do a part 2 after Bi Han's betrayal with his brothers and his reign of tyranny, what the relationships would be like, but just maybe.

You were friends with all of them, since you were a teenager. The first to bestfriend you was Kuai Liang, he was always the most communicative of the trio of brothers - he saw you training with other newly arrived ninjas and decided to welcome you into the clan, you were friendly towards him, which Liang was Unaccustomed, he really liked you so he invited you to dinner at one of the local restaurants - perhaps Mrs. Bo's - You really didn't want to bother him, after all, he was the grand master's son but he was extremely simple and humble, even offering to pay for the meal, so you accepted.

When you got there you met the shy Tomas, sitting alone at a table and eating in silence, he got a little clumsy when he saw you - the poor boy had no social interaction skills, he still doesn't have any to this day - so he stays quiet, just watching you talk to the his brother but soon he starts to loosen up more, laughing and talking to you too - and the two of you become closer than you and Kuai -

Over time, you became so friendly with the two that you started visiting their house, meeting their father and mother and being welcomed as their son too, but Bi Han looked at you crookedly and coldly - as he did with everyone - however he began to see potential in you, a future ally and skilled ninja and also you miraculously made him laugh even if a little, it was the beginning of the three of you's friendship.

You train with Bi Han, and he goes hard on you not because he hates you but because he sees you as a future ally, even his right-hand man after you prove your loyalty to him - even more loyal than Kuai Liang - "-You have a lot of potential (Y/N) just don't fall." -Bi Han is serious, however, offering you his hand after knocking you to the ground in one blow, lifting you up and helping you shake off the dust from your body.

Kuai Liang likes to talk and ramble with you, he would sometimes skip class with you to stroll through the cherry blossom gardens or just practice fighting in other places - once Bi Han caught you two skipping class and almost killed you both, Kuai ran with you on his back across the roofs of the houses in the local village -

Tomas likes to sleep with you and this was a habit he got used to doing even after he was an adult - on the days you went to sleep at their house you always slept between Tomas and Kuai Liang, Bi Han would stay in a separate bed in the same room . Tomas hugged you tightly and the next thing you knew he was clinging to the ninja's arms with him accidentally suffocating you with his chest and Kuai sleeping crookedly next to you, drooling on the pillows and with his leg over you, accidentally - Bi Han also snores at night, meaning he gets used to the loud noise.

On summer days you played games... Not very conventional - one of them being you, Tomas, Liang and Bi Han on a calm day doing a mouth-watering challenge, whoever smiled first would pay for the other's dinner, you all got dirty of water because of Liang who tickled you, making everyone laugh and lose the challenge, the last one to laugh was Bi Han who was extremely competitive, but after being spat with water in the face by Kuai Liang, laughing and then doing an ice dagger to run after his brother - while you and Tomas watched Liang laugh as he ran from his older brother -

Speaking of competition, Bi Han likes to play fights with you, but please don't go any further, he is very competitive and will end up putting you in a headlock and really hurting you - without meaning to -

On missions, everyone will be super protective of you, especially Tomas and Bi Han, in different ways. Tomas wants you 100% safe, without a scratch even if it's impossible sometimes. "-You're my best friend, I don't want you to get hurt (Y/N)." -Vrbada spoke worriedly as he followed you with his brothers.

But unlike his younger brother, Bi Han liked to see you in challenges, obviously he cared about you but he knew that evolution came from competitions. "-You are my best ninja and... Friend, come back alive (Y/N) I know that you are capable of many great feats, because I trained you." -Bi Han spoke seriously and arrogantly as always, but with a little concern in his dark irises, a reminder from him for you to return alive to the Liu Kuei clan and into his arms.

You, Tomas and Kuai wear friendship bracelets, the bracelet was made of strong fabric with the colors yellow, gray and blue mixed. The only one who didn't wear it was Bi Han - but he kept the bracelet in his pocket, he always put his hand in his pocket and brushed his fingertips against the accessory, smiling slightly behind the sub zero mask, it was good to know that he and his brothers They had you as a friend.

One day, when you and Kuai had no training he let you touch his hair, ending up with Liang with two braids in his hair, Tomas also wanted to do it but his hair was too short to style.

"-You can't do it on mine because it's too short?:(" -Tomas said sadly as he lowered his shoulders in defeat - he let his hair grow after that, just so you could style it - Bi Han said that was nonsense , but soon ended the day with two braids raised with colorful clips, arms crossed and sighing "-I'm only doing this because (Y/N) insisted a lot" -He said, looking at himself in the mirror irritated, it was a lie, he himself had offered to be your hairstyle "model".

You and Kuai had a game of slapping each other's asses, but one fine day, you confused which ass you were going to hit by slapping Bi Han's ass hard - he was on his back and wearing neutral clothes, you saw his round ass and gave a hard slap, soon seeing Bi Han jump and look at you with a murderous look, you had to use all your skills to run away at full speed to escape the grand master's attack, then you only came back at the end of the day seeing Bi Han with an ice complex on his ass. -

"-YOU WILL PAY ME (Y/N)!!!" *starts saying something about being the grand master and needing to be respected and about the honor of the Liu Kuei, typical boring talk from Bi Han* -He shouted pointing to you while Kuai Liang walked in between the two of you, trying not to smile, while Tomas was practically laughing, crying with laughter while Bi Han was still holding the ice on his ass.

(Y/N): "-Pikmin:3"

Bi Han : "-I'LL BREAK YOU (Y/N) I'LL DESTROY YOU I'LL-"

(Y/N): "-Pikmin:3"

When you had a birthday, everyone gave you a gift. Tomas gave you a little letter about how important you were to him, with some detailed drawings of the two of you together - Vrbada knows how to draw very well, with his favorite pastime being drawing you or the two of you together. "-I hope you know how important it is to me (Y/N)." -Tomas said while smiling, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek, blushing to see that you were moved by his letter.

Kuai presented you with an outfit that you had wanted for a long time, a fine fabric from the best store in the village and the best seamstress of the Liu Kuei clan, it was fabrics in your favorite color, a luxurious and soft silk. "-I knew you had your eye on this outfit, so I decided to buy it for you (Y/N), I hope you like it, it will look beautiful on you." -Liang speaks with a soft voice and a smile, ruffling your hair.

Bi Han pretends not to remember that it's your birthday but obviously he does, he's a serious man and cares about you - so, when everyone goes to sleep he calls you into his living room giving you a custom-made and personalized katana, with purple blade and your name engraved, along with a phrase: "From: Grandmaster Bi Han, To: (Y/N) (L/N)". - you are extremely happy as you saw Bi Han cross his arms and also smile a little. "-This is a useful gift for you (Y/N), which will remind you how important you are to the Liu Kuei clan." -He speaks in a confident and happier voice, as he walks towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder "-And important for me too, happy birthday little one." -Bi Han gestures with his head, while smiling, it was one of the few times he showed feelings, on your birthday.

Every time you see a kitten in the windows of the tallest houses, Tomas will help you pet them, easily lifting you on his shoulders while Kuai and Bi Han watch, Kuai would laugh at the cute moment while Bi Han would say "-that was silly." but deep down I also thought it was adorable, even if I would never admit it out loud.

One time Bi Han saw you, Tomas and Kuai watching some random cartoon on television, rolling his eyes while giving a lecture about "You're too adults and too old to watch silly children's cartoons." In the end, Bi Han was also sitting on the couch with the three of you and focused on drawing - yes, it was my little pony and he marathoned everything with you that afternoon -

When you went shopping in the city, the four of you would stay on the sidewalk in the late afternoon, sitting on the asphalt curb, watching the cars pass by, with the joke of "that's my car", Tomas would always stay and point to the white ones in the city, Kuai for the red ones and you for the colored ones (which rarely passed), Bi Han just said "this one", pointing to the black cars, it was a silly joke, but you liked it.

When the betrayal happened, you were torn between helping Bi Han or your other two friends Kuai and Tomas.

If you chose Bi Han's side, you would have his approval and pride and as you always believed in your potential to be his right-hand man in a new era of the Liu Kuei, you would be treated like royalty, having respect from everyone, but leaving Kuai and Tomas extremely sad and swearing to themselves that they would rescue you one day from Bi Han's clutches - even if it had been by their own choice -

If you chose Kuai and Tomas' side, they would welcome you with open arms telling you how you would make a new clan without Bi Han's tyranny, but Bi Han would be extremely disappointed in you, even if he masked it with anger and hatred. In his speech, deep in his eyes you would be able to see his pain at not having you around anymore, he would swear to take revenge on his brothers and get you back to the Lin Kuei clan and to him.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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astaroth1357 · 6 months

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Flipping the Script: Leviathan Progression (Human World AU)

Previously: After a baggage mishap at the airport, you and your cosplay group found the perfect replacement for your Lord of Shadows! Rejoice, as now a demon has your number! (Not that you know that)

Contents: Second person (you), fluff, MC is an otaku, MC is down bad, mutual pining between idiots

Part One, Part Two (You are here), Part Three (Coming Soon)...

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Levi met up with you and your team for the photoshoot that day, and it couldn’t have gone better!

As promised, you spent your first visit to the vendors room with him as part of his compensation for helping you out. What you hadn’t expected was for him to be quite so funny during your time together.

He had an infectious energy about him… Especially when talking about the shows and hobbies that he liked to indulge in. Coincidently, they happened to line up with a lot of your interests as well, so there was a nearly endless conversations between you two.

By the time the rest of your team tracked you down to do a scheduled fan signing, you and Levi had already gotten lunch at a themed café and exchanged online handles to play games together back at the hotel. Then they had to sit and suffer through you rambling about just how sweet and hilarious he was...

Even after the convention, the two of you kept up a very steady contact. Weekly game nights were an absolute must and he occasionally would join chats with you if you decided to stream. Leviachan, as you'd happily begun to call him, became a fast regular in your DMs and on your chat history.

You were surprised that for all of Levi's skill, he didn’t have the same kind of social media presence that you had to share his cosplay. You offered multiple times to bring him in for collabs together, but…

Well, Levi was always super cagey with you about just WHERE he lives or even where he was born in! When you first asked, he said it was, “J-just a small place somewhere out there! Nowhere important.”

To some extent, you understood his desire for privacy, so you've never really pried, but it still felt so odd that he wouldn’t even give you a country… Not even a time zone! Whenever you wanted to call him, he’d always just “up.” Did he ever sleep??

What information you could gain from him was mainly family-related. He had six brothers, no Mom, and an estranged Dad. The one you saw on the day you met him, Malcolm, was the second oldest and their relationship seemed… complicated.

It wasn’t until you both decided to do a video call to play a game he sent you that you got to first meet the others...

You had your computer booting up the copy of Demonlands 2 that Levi sent for you to play while the window for your video call rang for him to pick up. It was another typical Friday game night for you, though you decided not to stream in favor of having a chill night of fun with Levi. He had been talking up this as one of his comfort games for a long while, though you had never heard of it yourself, so when he offered to give you copy you sprang for it! Over the months you’d gotten to know the shy otaku, you’d learned to put paramount trust in his recommendations. He really knew his stuff, anime AND game-wise, so listening to him was like having your own personal guru.

You slid your headphones on and got comfortable in your chair right as Levi’s end picked up and the corner of your monitor displayed the smiling face of the man who'd quickly grown to become your best friend. The ambient blue light of his room tinged the violet in his hair a shade of indigo, but left the sunset shade of his eyes more or less intact. You'd already expressed some jealousy to Levi over his sweet setup... what parts of it he's been willing to show you anyway. He'd given you the digital tour of his figurines, manga, and games collections, as well as showing you little Henry. You had no idea someone would commit to an aquatic aesthetic so hard that they’d actually sleep in a bathtub, but at the same time it felt so very… Levi. Nothing in his bedroom was like anything you'd ever seen before, like, who actually sleeps next to an aquarium tank?? Maybe his family were the eccentric type…

“Hey, Y/n! Sorry that I'm picking up late.”

“No, it’s fine! I was grabbing a snack earlier. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing important.”

You watched Levi start checking over his monitor through the screen while mindlessly twisting the black wire of your headphones between your fingertips. When you first started to play games together, these little silences between you would feel awkward and Levi would scramble to get find anything he could to fill them. To alleviate the tension, you’d play a shared playlist of your favorite otacore or ani-songs to make him more comfortable, but for the last month or so he hadn’t needed it as much. The silences were now… pleasant. You could take your time with each other like real friends could and it felt pretty nice.

Most of your offline friends knew how embarrassingly down bad you'd become for this guy. You hoped your cosplay audience hadn't picked up on it yet, but there would always be those comments that point out how you gush about him whenever he offered you a new accessory for your outfits… If you guys had a ship name, you didn’t know it'd be yet.

…

Not that you had any ideas about it or anything. You? Ship yourself with your best friend?? Absolutely not! Like, who would actually do that-?

“Y/n?”

“Huh??”

Levi's voice interjected itself into your thoughts, making you fumble with the headphone wire as you recovered.

“Hey, are you alright? You were just staring off there…”

Now back in reality, you stuttered out an embarrassed apology to your confused friend and try to smile it off.

“Oh yeah, Levi, I'm alright. It's just a long week, so I'm ready for some gaming!”

You prayed that the bubbly feeling in your chest wasn't also showing on your face when you watched his expression light up. That determined smile was more than half of the reason you agreed to these game nights of yours when he first brought up the idea. He took to giving you a good time as passionately as a great DM runs their campaign and you appreciated the hell out of him for it... Having a life on social media and being in the public eye could absolutely drain a person, but with Levi you could just relax and recharge with the stuff you loved…

“Okay, Y/n, do you have everything running?”

“Yep! Got it all installed last night.”

“Great! Go ahead and open the co-op menu and-"

His voice got cut off in your headphones by the sound of a sharp knock coming from behind him. Levi's eyes briefly grew to the size of saucers as they darted over his shoulder then back at your image onscreen.

“Levi...? What's wrong?”

“Nothing! Uh… J-just a second!”

You watched him lurch over his desk and fumble with his mouse until eventually the camera feed cut to black. You were definitely getting concerned, since Levi had almost never reacted that way to an outside noise before, but soon your worry morphed into curiosity. A sing-song voice called out through your headphones, one you had never heard before, and after checking the chat window you realized that, yep…

Levi forgot to mute the call.

“Oh Levi~! What made you think we're done talking? Is that your little friend in there??”

The man's voice was at a higher pitch than Levi's and he sounded pretty… annoyed. Or at least insistent about something. You heard the sound of door hinges swinging open, followed by Levi's much more exasperated tone.

“Go away, Asmo-gak! Why are all of you here!?”

A new voice joined the fray, this one was much softer than the other two. They spoke at a languid pace, slow like honey pouring from a bottle. Did he just wake up or something...?

“We thought you've been talking to a computer this whole time, but Mammon says that they're a real person…”

“Yeah, I’ve seen'em too! Tell'em Levi!”

That one you knew had to be Malcolm! There was no mistaking the energetic punch to his words, but who the heck was Mammon?? You didn’t recall meeting him too…

“Ugh, yes! They're real, but no you can’t all see them! We just started a new game, so go away!!”

“Uhm, Levi?”

Your question must have come through the speakers because, for moment, the sudden silence on the other end was deafening… then all hell broke loose at once.

Another voice spoke up now, one that sounded a lot deeper and almost velvety coming through your headphones.

“Was that them just now?”

Another responds, also deep, but muffled? As if they're trying to speak past a mouthful of marshmallows…

“Mmnph-‘ink so-mmmgh…”

The higher voice chimed in well over them both.

“Oh, we should go say hi!! What do you think, Levi? You can't keep teasing us like this!”

The blank screen on your monitor was starting to kill you seemingly as much as it was them… You desperately wanted some kind of explanation, but more importantly…!

“Levi, who's over there? Are those your brothers?!”

Your ears perked from the a collective gasp you heard on the other end, then the excitable one spoke again.

“They know about us???”

“NO!! N-not everything! Please leave-!!”

You'd be lying if you said that Levi's shout hadn't hurt you right then… It felt like a little crack went tink right on your heart! Had he been keeping you a secret from them this whole time? Was he embarrassed? Or did he not trust you to know too much about himself…? Was it your platform that he was scared of??? You had never broadcasted anything he hadn’t given permission about ahead if time… You wouldn't dare to dox him!! Though you could understand if that was his reasoning, the secrecy still kind of hurt…

“W-wait, Levi, I’ve always wanted to see more of your family...! Why not let them in? Please? We can still play right afterwards!”

“Huh?? But Y/n-!!”

“You heard'em, Levi! Let us through!”

A mass of shuffling filled your headphones while you waited with baited breath. You had even leaned in so close to your monitor that when the window flashed back on, you were briefly blinded by all of the colors at once! It took a few moments for you to make out all five pairs of eyes staring back through the screen. Each boy seemed to be crammed up against Levi's computer desk like lab students all forced to share the same microscope... To your surprise, not a single one of them looked like Levi or even like each other! You probably should have guessed, considering Malcom (who was seated center stage, having stole Levi's gamer chair for himself) looked nothing like him before, but you wouldn’t have guessed all 5 would differ quite as drastically… Would the sixth look that different as well?

“Uhm… hi?”

You tried to smile again to make a good impression, but it was hard to do while feeling like a living petri-dish. You were used to having eyes on you, but this was another level. Perhaps it was the added pressure of not wanting to look bad in front of a good friend's family, but it also could have also been the sheer intensity of their gaze… Levi could get this way too sometimes and it always felt like his orange-hued irises could almost see right through you... Especially if he just lost a game. In those times, his intimidating edge gave you a bit of a thrill. It'd feel like you just bested a dangerous beast in combat, but against ten eyes it was overwhelming… Each one bore right through you as if to examine your very soul…

“Huh,” a blonde one peering over Malcom's right shoulder was the first to speak up. His eyebrows were raised practically off of his forehead in surprise. “So they are real, then.”

The shortest boy, squished up against Malcom as if trying to steal center frame, clasped his hands over his heart and cooed back towards the doorway.

“Aww, Levi, look at that! You actually have a friend now!! And a real cutie, too~ Hello, hun!”

“Yeah, but why do they look like a human…?”

You watched guys instantly stiffen up as all eyes shifted towards a dark-haired boy clutching a spotted pillow just barely in view. It was hard for you to see his face, since it was only half on screen and even then some of it was behind his pillow, yet you could detect something… cold in it. He sounded annoyed, but you couldn’t place why… Was he seriously expecting you to be an AI or something?

To your surprise, the pillow guy was swiftly yanked out of frame and replaced by Levi, though you couldn’t see much of his face either. Only that he was holding onto the pillow guy's sleeved arm rather tightly as he spoke.

“Of course they're human! Not a 2D person or just a computer, but human like the rest of us… Right?”

You'd never heard such a dark edge come over Levi’s tone before. Not even in jest! It must have been rare for his brothers to hear as well, because most stared at him with equally shocked expressions. The arm in Levi's grasp yanked itself away and you heard footsteps head towards the door… but the other brothers stayed where they were. Another long silence flooded in, somethibg that felt far more uncomfortable than any you had experienced with Levi before, until a (frankly) massive dude chewing on a huge slab of jerky spoke up behind Malcolm.

“If they're nice to Levi, that's enough for me.” He inhaled the rest of the jerky into his mouth (which you didn’t quite detect him chewing) before he was already smiling at you with the kind of warmth that you'd see saved up only for the sappiest of shojo scenes. “Hello, thank you for being Levi's friend.”

The rest of the boys all exchanged glances with each other, then a similar kindness took over their faces too. Gone were the piercing stares of just a moment ago, and instead you only felt a welcoming energy radiating out from your monitor. As if sensing the change too, Levi finally came into view of the camera. He leaned down by Malcolm in the spot the pillow guy left open, grinning at you in that way only he really could.

“Y/n... These are my brothers.”

#personally i think not enough time is spent on ridiculously infatuated mcs #if you dont want to put your man in a chokehold #and burrow into his chest with your bare hands #is it even love?#come on now #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me fic #obey me scenarios #obey me nightbringer

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mouschiwrites · 7 months

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hi i was the one who asked ab the character match up thing but i also have a request!

could you write headcanons of being best friends with lloyd garmadon (and a slight unaddressed undertone of them having crushes on each other maybe)

like they’re really dumb and make fun of each other all the time but would die for each other easily and they have starfarrer marathons and play video games together and all that junk

totally fine if not though!! ⭐️🌟

Absolutely!!

Ninjago - Being Lloyd’s Best Friend (?) ;)

You guys met when he was on a mission

The ninjas were on the hunt for an ancient magical artifact, which you just happened to remember finding as a child

You guided them through the wilderness, secretly doubting your own navigational skills

That and the fact that you weren’t sure it was even there anymore made you obviously anxious

Lloyd, who was following the closest behind you, noticed the way you chewed your cheek and wiggled your fingers

You locked eyes once, and the look he gave you was the gentlest, most trusting yet understanding look you’d ever seen

Your anxiety melted away as you gazed into his deep green eyes

Then, realizing you were staring, you giggled awkwardly and apologized

That was how your very first conversation began

Lloyd was just trying to keep you calm so you could focus, but he completely forgot his goal when you mentioned Starfarer

“You like Starfarer?”

“Yeah, haha. I know it’s a little childish—”

“I love Starfarer!”

“No kidding?!”

Honestly, you had no idea where you were at that point

You were just taking random turns while you gushed about the series

(Much to the annoyance of the others following close behind)

By some miracle, you eventually found the artifact

On the way back, Lloyd explained what it was and what he needed it for

You thought he was so cool

You demanded to have him update you when the mission was completed

You exchanged numbers before finally departing

Less than five minutes after he left, you guys were already texting up a storm

You found out you actually had much more in common than being Starfarer fans; for one, you both loved video games

You compared which games you’d played and which you hadn’t, making vague promises to get together and play the ones you hadn’t

Needless to say, you guys text a lot

Lloyd is frequently gone on missions, but he always keeps his phone nearby

Calling you is his favorite way to pass the time when traveling

You keep him updated on more worldly matters, like when a new Starfarer comic is going to be released

He tells you about his fantastic adventures in return

Secretly, you both think to yourselves as the other speaks: Man, they’re the coolest person in the whole world…

Lloyd tries to visit whenever he can

Playing video games and goofing off with you always makes his day

He’ll lie awake at night recollecting your jokes and bursting into laughter all over again

You lie awake at night envisioning him on his missions, your heart racing as you picture him escaping peril time and time again

So, when one of you texts the other late at night, you’re both awake anyway

Your late night texts are different from daytime texts

You talk about deeper things: life, death, your pasts, anything and everything

You don’t really do this when you meet up; no, that time is reserved for teasing and goofing off ONLY

But you both sort of wish you did talk like that in real life, though neither of you bring it up

You just push down that stirring in your chests when you sit just a bit too close, or when you stare for half a second too long at your friend’s face

A rather pleasing face…

anYWAY you guys also share a huge sweet tooth

Snacks are a must whenever you hang out

And if you bake… oh man

You will immediately become Lloyd’s favorite cook

Even if you’re nowhere near Cole’s or Zane’s level, Lloyd will stand by his opinion that your goodies are better than theirs

You guys would ABSOLUTELY go to fan conventions together

Matching cosplays!!

If you cosplay a ship, you’ll awkwardly agree to do cute poses together when people want a picture

Again, just push down that stirring in your chest when you hold each other…

The other ninjas don’t tease Lloyd about you being his s/o

Mostly because they aren’t sure if you guys are actually dating or what

Lloyd doesn’t notice their skepticism though, he’s too focused on being silly with you :)

Thanks for reading! And thank you anon for the request :) take care guys <33

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #lloyd garmadon #lloyd garmadon x reader #lloyd x reader #ninjago lloyd

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awmancreeper · 4 months

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⋆｡˚⋆꒰ঌMY DRESS-UP, DREAMER ໒꒱⋆ ˚｡⋆ 14 - For You<3

--౨ৎ✩°｡⋆ Soobin, a quiet doll painter finds it too good to be true when a charismatic girl asks Soobin to help fulfill her dream of being a cosplayer. Along the way, they’ve realized they have much more in common than they thought and maybe something more.

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“Holy shit….”

Your eyes danced over the beautifully crafted dark Lolita-styled dress.

The black lace was elegant and soft, and the skirt was perfectly fluffed. The apron portion gave the sensual black dress a sense of purity and desire.

Your heart skipped a beat as if the dress had jumped straight out from the game. It was everything you could ever want…

“It was extremely close but I made it in time,” Soobin spoke with a relived tone “Now you can go to your event”

You peeked over him feelings your heart fall out of your ass “S-Soobin,”

He returned your gaze curiously “Please tell me you didn’t actually think I’d go in cosplay to today’s event…”

“Y-You’re not?…”

You look at Soobin’s exhausted expression, his bags were deeper than his cloudy voice, his shoulders sloughed knocking him down 3 inches in height and his fingers were covered in bandages.

“I.. really had no clue how it took to make clothes,” you said holding your hand to your mouth distraught “These conventions and events are more common now… I was gonna wait until you were completely finished to wear the cosplay”

Soobin’s legs gave out from under him as your words hit his ears making his head get lightheaded again. Now on his rear end, you joined him on the ground.

“You totally got the wrong idea because I wasn’t clear enough!…” the guilt began to rise as Soobin brought his long legs to his chest. “I-I just wanted you to come with me to this event, you know so we can see all the cosplayers together!”

Althought he spent all night making this dress he could help but to feel relieved. Hiding his head in his knees and sighed not in distress but in contempt“Oh thank goodness” Soobin spoke tiredly

You blinked at him utterly confused

“I was so anxious about not finishing in time I rushed some parts, now that there’s more time I can perfect it” Soobin leaned his head onto the wall behind him feeling the fear of disappointing you disappear

He was so enervated, but a soft smile rose upon his face. Your eyes darted between the stunning dress then back at the drained bunny-like man.

He did this all for you, even though Soobin was beyond busy with working, studying, and visiting his injured grandfather he still made time for you.

You focused on Soobin the best you could for your vision was becoming blurry from the tears forming in your eyes. The idea of him overexerting himself for you made you openly sob.

Soobin ears perked up at your little whines, he looked over at you seeing tears run down your soft cheeks. “Y/n!”

“I’m so sorry Soobin,”

You look down feeling an intense amount of shame. “You were busy dealing with your own problems and I pushed my stupid dreams on you”

You were wearing yourself thin just to help me when you were already dealing with so much

I really had no idea, I should’ve been more helpful”

You felt your warm tears fall onto your hand “Soobin I really am sorry, please forgive me!”

He watched as you continued to cry, now feeling bad since both you and Yeonjun offered to help yet he didn’t see the point in taking in. Now sitting in front of you exhausted and in pain, he regretted not telling you.

“I’m also sorry…”

You peeked up at him confused while you face was stained with salty tears. “I should’ve discussed this with you”

Soobin looked over at you as you tried to calm yourself down, almost feeling bad for thinking you looked so pretty with tears running down your delicate face.

“I’m so sorry,” you continued to cry “I’m such a terrible friend”

He shook his head and clutched his knees as your small whines made his heart jump

“No you’re not,… why don’t you try it on?” Soobin suggested gaining your attention “put it on so I can see if there’s any parts that I need to take in”

“We can do your makeup and put the wig on!” He said trying to make you feel better but you shook your head “But Soobin you’re exhausted”

“You want to become Shizuku right?” Soobin question graced your ears, you nodded rubbing the tears out of your eyes

“Then you should put it on,

I’m happy that it’s done, because as long as you’re happy with it; that’s all that matters to me

Are you happy with it?”

Your eyes sparked at him “Of course I’m happy”

You leaned forward embracing the larger man in your arms “I’m so happy… thank you soobin. Thank you so much” Soobin’s heart rate picked up as you began to softly cry against him

“I did it for you” his hand softly fell upon the small of your back in hopes of comforting you. Burying your head in the crook of his neck your small voice spoke “And I’ll wear the hell out of it, really soobin thank you”

Soobin smiled and patted your back unaware of what to do.

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You sat in front of him blowing your nose while Soobin gently brushed your hair back. He chuckled asking if you were okay you responded with “I’m fine now, thank you”

“You know I haven’t seen many girls that still look good crying” Soobin immediately turned red realizing what he just said. “Uh! I’m sorry I was-“

“I’ll take that as a compliment” you snickered

As time passed Soobin broke down the makeup for your cosplay. What colors to use and where to place them to achieve the best resemblance to the character.

“So ‘sick girl’ makeup?” You said trying to contribute to the conversation earning a nod from Soobin “Sort of, and we can use false eyelashes and angle them slightly downwards on the outer corner of your eye to give a ‘droopy eye’ effect” he added

You scratched the back of your neck embarrassed “Well you see i don’t have any falsies, I never was able to get the hang of them”

“Don’t worry I have some” Soobin suggested a little too fast for your brain to comprehend. He stood up and retrieved a tiny stack of fake eyelashes.

Your cheeks heated up as he showed you the different styles he had. “We should use a winged lash” he said to you but there was only one thing going through your mind… well two

“Are these your girlfriend’s?” and how would soobin look with lashes on

Soobin’s cheeks immediately heated up as he rushed to shut down the idea “No! Some traditional dolls have eyelashes nowadays! I just wanted to try them out!”

You nodded feeling Soobin pass you his phone, it was a picture of a beautiful traditional doll with small wispy lashes. “Oh, how cute~”

Soobin hummed in agreement “I can’t tell myself, but apparently people like my grandpa can tell which creator painted their faces” You looked at the picture longer “That’s so cool!”

He also watched the picture feeling himself nearly erupt with passion “I hope….

I’ll be able to make one of kind dolls like that someday too…” your eyes drifted over to Soobin as he softly smiled at the image

“You will”

Soobin looked over at you feeling flustered by those two little words. This man in your eyes could do great things and you had no doubt in your mind that Soobin could do anything he’d want to and succeed.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you Binnie”

His heart fluttered at the new nickname while a gentle smile spread across his face revealing his dimples “Thank you very much”

A new feeling erupted in your chest staring at the man in front of you. Has his smile always made your heart dance to the sound of his heartbeat?

You impulsively poked his dimple with your finger completely throwing him off “W-what was that for?!”

“Your smile… i like it”

His eyes froze on yours. “M-My smile”

You just watched him as he tried to ground himself but all it led to was more stuttering, now resting your chin on your hand you waited for Soobin to finish making a fool of himself.

“I…. We… Eyebrows! How are we gonna do your eyebrows?” Soobin spoke trying to change the subject completely and it worked as you tend to get distracted pretty easily “Right!”

“Shizuku has really thin eyebrows so what should we do-“

Soobin’s jaw dropped as you held a razor but your forehead no longer held any eyebrows

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darkk-academic · 1 year

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[Morpheus x F!Reader]

Summary : You, Morpheus and a black light party.

Warning : Tension?

"And it's done."

Since you were still in contact with your friends from…earth? Land of humans? Whatever the term, you've been waiting for a chance to visit them again.

Bet Boss won't give you permission, not until you successfully shape one dream anyway, was Matthew's advice.

So, you'd thrown yourself into the task.

Into the task of actually creating a whole dream.

Your gaze trails over your creation.

Obsidian pillars littered with different imitations of nebulas stand tall along the border of the wide hall. The ceiling covered in the night sky and stars that shine neon lights down at intervals.

Music fills the area from no particular source other than the very atoms present in it. Glittering mist covers the ground, a distinct scent, a mix of champagne and absinthe, permeates the hall.

A black light party, with a dream twist.

Your very first creation. Your very first dream.

"Enchanting."

At the compliment, your eyes flick in his direction.

He stands with his hands behind his back, adorning the black coat, a hint of pride in his starry eyes.

Crimson stains your cheeks. You laugh, giddy. Gaze scanning the scene once again, this time with delight, a sheen of tears covers your eyes.

"Thank-you," you reply.

Dreamers will fill up the space soon enough, and you'll get to join, to see the effect of your creation in full.

Your reward, Morpheus had said.

"I'll go get ready," you say.

Morpheus inclines his head in permission, you aren't certain whether he'll give you permission to leave that easily.

Well, you think, feeling the heat of his gaze on your back, maybe you need to give him a reward instead.

•••

Dressed in scant black clothes that leave your legs—down to mid-thigh—your arms and collarbones bare, you contemplate your makeup.

An array of glitters, sequins and paints lay scattered on the dresser, waiting for you to come to a decision.

"May I be of assistance?"

What the—

You whirl around, the action so fast it makes you stumble.

What is he doing here? In your room?

"No, no, it's… alright." You turn back to the mirror, under his gaze, keenly aware of how exposed you're in this outfit.

"So…are you going to join me?" You question, diverting his attention. "In the dream?"

You don't think he will entertain something so trivial, busy as he—

"Indeed," he replies. "It is only convention to do as much."

Oh.

The realisation sets in slow, but once it does—

"Dressed like that?" You question, gazing at his reflection.

Morpheus tilts his head, staring at you for a beat, something shifts in his eyes. "I was hoping you could help," he states.

Stepping towards you, he slides his coat off his shoulders.

"What—" your voice octaves higher, "—are you doing?"

"Seeking your service, what else?"

Your eyes lock on his reflection, watching as he holds your gaze, and in one swift motion he pulls his dark t-shirt off.

I—

What.

You blink.

Mouth opening and closing like a fish.

The sight of his well-defined pectoral to his toned abdomen, renders you speechless.

Even your vision seems incapable to look past the expanse of pale naked skin.

"You appear deep in thought—"

His voice snaps you out.

In the span of you becoming a staring statue, he has seen it fit to construct a countertop right in the middle of your room and perch upon it.

"—I appreciate your diligence to contemplate in such a severe manner, just to provide me with the best artwork."

He…

He is such an ass.

Fine, two can play at that game.

Picking up red paint and a brush, you saunter in his direction.

Putting the supplies next to him, you get ready, dipping the brush in the paint.

Stepping between his parted legs, you fight the images threatening to consume your mind, hesitating for a moment before settling your hand on his lower abdomen, his muscles tense under the touch.

You decide to go with the Celtic symbol—Serch Bythol with ivy curled around it, starting from the lower-left corner of his abdomen working up towards his right shoulder, covering his sternum.

Fingers featherlight tease him, as you continue to paint, acting nonchalant, paying extra attention to the hitch in his breath.

Palm trailing low under the pretence of adjusting your hold, comes to rest under his navel. He sucks in a sharp breath.

Biting your lip, you peer up at him through your lashes. "Alright?"

Your only reply is a rather jerky nod.

Hand sliding up slow and deliberate, gripping his shoulder, you step closer, letting your front push against his, you keep your gaze on the shoulder you're painting.

Even when he smothers a strangled groan, you keep the smugness you feel off your face.

Once finished, you turn to face him. Nose brushing his as you do. You move the brush closer to his face—

He captures your wrist in his hold, centimetres from his face.

Staring down at you with fathomless eyes. "My turn," he rasps.

•••

The tables turn.

Now it's your turn to sit on the countertop as Morpheus sits on a chair—which he built again, in the middle of your room—looking up at you.

"There are more supplies on my dresser, and here," you say, holding out the paint and brush to him.

His lips stretch into an almost amused smile. "I do not have any need of them."

"Wh—"

The words turn to ash in your mouth once his hand curls around your heel, and yanks you forward.

You yelp, surprised you haven't fallen.

Or maybe not considering he has excellent control of everything that comes inside the dreaming, so the countertop must've moved to accommodate the gesture.

His thumb and forefinger encircles your ankle.

Your breathing stutters, heartbeat rising.

You watch in awe as a shimmering white and silver design comes alive under his touch, following his instructions, and wraps around your ankle.

He starts by the ankle going up your calf, fingers cold against your heated skin, trail up and up, languid and achingly soft they trace a design around your leg.

Heat pools in your belly, you resist the urge to press your thighs together, resist the urge to surrender under his mellow torture.

A moan catches in your throat as his palm glides up to your inner thigh, thumb rubbing there.

Please, you want to plead. Fuck the game. Do something. Touch me. Please. Please.

His hand falls away.

You bite the inside of your cheek to stop a whine.

Standing up, he strides closer, leaning down into your face.

His hand snakes around your throat. Nose grazing yours, your lips part as you take shallow breaths.

He holds your gaze, free hand coming up, you feel two of his fingers right on the curve of your chest, below your collarbone.

He bites down on his lower lip.

Sweet lord...

You swallow hard, fighting the desperate need to wrap your legs around his middle and—

"Finished."

No, I'm no—

You blink.

Becoming conscious of the absence of his touch.

Before you can utter a word, he's leaving with a, "I shall see you there."

As soon as he leaves, your breath leaves you in a whoosh, head hanging low, you try to gather your wits.

Scanning your figure in the mirror, before you leave, you finally notice that the design he drew is actually vines, twirling around your right leg, a mix of white and silver, they glow like starlight—

Gaze narrowing, you scrutinise them a bit more, this time seeing the faint black tracing the centre of the vines, giving the illusion of darkness chasing after light.

•••

You're dancing to the beat of music, eyes scanning the vibrant perimeter for a certain King.

All in vain.

He's here, you know, can feel the current against your skin, and yet, you fail to find him.

It's like he has submerged into the shadows. As though after winning—you admit, reluctantly—the previous round, he doesn't wish for you to spoil it, by winning again like all the other times.

Regardless, you need his permission for something, a permission you'll make sure to get by the end of this dream.

Your search, once again, comes up empty.

You huff in frustration. Very well, you know what will drag him out of whatever hole he's crawled in.

Eyes latching onto the nearest dreamer, you take a hold of their wrist and start tugging them through the crowd and over to the elevated stage.

Taking the centre, you stand in front of the dreamer, back to their front. Grabbing their hands, you place them on your hips, swaying lightly to the beat. Narrow eyes gaze down at the party crowd as you slide your hand up to the back of their neck—

You find him.

Stepping out of the darkness, he stares up at you.

Gotcha, you smirk.

The dreamer's lips meet the junction where your neck meets shoulder. Gaze locked with Morpheus' you tilt your head to the side, giving them access.

You're twirled around, and dipped. Upside down, your gaze still stays on him, letting your fingers glide from the middle of your chest to your belly as you're pulled up again.

The dreamer's hand abandons you all of a sudden.

"This dream is over."

Chuckling, you turn to face him. Hands folding, you raise a brow in question. "And what was that?"

"It is your duty as a host to see to it that your Lord is satisfied." Two fingers under your chin, he tips your head up. "Your Lord, first and foremost."

That so?

"Of course," you agree. "Will you dance with your host then?" You offer him your hand, palm up.

"With honour." He takes your hand.

•••

One hand on his exposed shoulder, you circle him, trailing a finger down his spine as you get behind, delighting in the shiver that runs through him, then you're facing him again.

He spins you in place, then pulls you into him. Forearm supporting your waist, he dips you, nose grazing the exposed column of your neck and jawline—your heart a staccato—before you're tugged up.

You both lose yourself to the music, to the rhythm, to the drunken moment of heady haze.

His hand grips the back of your thigh, locking your leg around his hip, he swivels with you.

Instead of dropping your leg, you tighten it. Palms tracing his front—the muscles flex beneath your touch—moving up, they settle at his nape.

Bringing your face near his, "Morpheus?" You whisper.

His dark eyes track your lips as they form his name. "Yes?" Voice hoarse, he replies.

This is it.

"I need your permission for something," the words that leave your mouth carry a heavy suggestive tone. Intentional. Calculated.

"You needn't ask for permission," he states, gaze still glued to your lips.

Trampling down a grin, you lean into him, lips touching the crook of his neck, you repeat, "Really?"

"Really."

Resting your mouth next to his ear, you tug at the hair curled around your fingers. "So I don't need your permission to do anything?"

"No," he breathes out.

"You swear?"

You roll your hips, the action making the hand that's been running lazy circles at your waist come to grasp your other thigh.

"I swear."

You do it again, a little more fervent, biting the inside of your cheek to stop from moaning at the feel of him.

His fingers dig into your thighs. A groan rumbles out of his throat, a honey dripped sin, one that forces you to close your eyes.

You don't want to stop.

Morpheus drags you closer.

Oh, fuck.

But if you want to win, you'll have to.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Taking a shuddering breath, you try to recompose yourself. Reminding yourself of the game.

"Thank-you, my Lord," you whisper.

Nipping at his ear, you pull away completely.

Dubious, he blinks down at you, lips pouting in confusion.

It'll take him a while till he understands what happened, won't it?

"Until next time, my Lord."

Then you're disappearing into the crowd. Breathing and heartbeat at an all-time high because of the encounter, adrenaline rushing through your veins at wrangling out a promise from The King of dreams.

And if there's a small voice inside your head yelling at you for leaving, you shove it deep down.

Victory is yours for now.

A flash goes in your mind, of red paint, pale skin and a special symbol.

You smile.

And so is the Lord of Dreams.

………………………………………………………………………

A/N :

I have never written something like this before, so, apologies if it's not really good.

Serch Bythol is a Celtic symbol which represents Everlasting love. Ivy is a symbol of, among many other things, devotion and loyalty.

Do you guys think that there's a hidden meaning behind Morpheus' design too?

Also, do you guys like Thessaly? If so, you might not like the next part...well some of it anyway.

Hope you guys enjoyed this.

Thankyou! ❤️

#morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless x reader #the sandman x reader #the sandman x you #the sandman #lord morpheus #dream of the endless #the sandman imagine

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

A problem happened with my old masterless and I had to make a new one

* = smut

The masterlist will be updated every two weeks

MCU!PETER PARKER

Boxing lessons Stark!Reader

Tony asks Peter to gives you boxing lessons. Little did they know, you are not as defenseless as they thought

The forbidden Avenger Stark!Reader

It’s difficult to have alone time with Peter at the Avengers compound. When everyone goes away on a mission, you take invite Peter over and act on your feelings

I could never give you peace

Peter laments the lack of stability he can offer his lover and the danger his other identity puts her in (inspired by Peace by Taylor Swift)

I’ll always come back to you Stark!Reader

Peter returns after the blip

I’ll keep you safe Stark!Reader

You look out for Peter during the battle with Molten Man

Late nights sneaking in your bed Hogan!Reader

When Peter and May temporarily move in with you and Happy, you go against your dad’s rules and sneak Peter into your room at night

Maybe this trip wasn’t so bad

You and Peter sneak out for a date during the Europe trip

My baby’s fit like a daydream

Peter gets a new body from training with the Avengers. You like it - a lot

My friends gets annoyed by how much I talk about you

You talk about Peter to your friends a little too much

Now I wake up by your side

You found your way back to Peter after the memory spell

Spider kiss

Peter surprised you at your window

Uncharted territories *

You and Peter explore each other’s bodies while May is out

Want some help? *

Peter gets a little excited after training. You offer your help

What am I supposed to do if there’s no you

May dies. You find Peter on the school’s roof and comfort him

Wherever you stray, I follow

Happy go get Peter in the Netherlands and you play nurse

TOM HOLLAND

King of my heart (multi-part) Co-Star!Reader

You get the role of MJ for the new Spiderman movie…aka, the classic trope of co-stars falling for each other

King of social media

Tom makes a mistake and post a private video on his Instagram Story

Puppy pictures

You accidentally send Tom NSFW pictures while he’s at work

Surprise Spider!

You surprise Tom at a convention and dress up as Black Cat

That’s my man

Tom flashes his pants-less bottom half on live TV

Tom’s new girl

Tom has a surprise for you when you come home

JESS MARIANO

Do you want to build a snowman?

You convince Jess to partake in Stars Hollow winter festival activities

Follow your heart

You pay Jess a visit after Luke puts him on a bus to New York. A few weeks later, it’s Jess’ turn to visit you

Guiding Star

Jess gets a tattoo

I’d marry you with paper rings

From the day you met to your wedding day (inspired by Paper Rings by Taylor Swift)

Night visitor

Jess pays you a little visit in the middle of the night

Prom?

Jess tells you he won’t be graduating…but he still goes to prom

Silent breakup | part 1 | part 2

Part 1: Jess breaks up with you by leaving town

Part 2: Your boyfriend of three years get down on one knee, but there’s someone else on your mind

Part 3: After some thinking, you drive up to Philadelphia to see Jess

STILES STILINSKI

A dream within a dream

Stiles has a nightmare

A weekend in Quantico

You surprise Stiles and visit him in Quantico

An easy nightmare remedy

Stiles still has nightmares after the Nogitsune possess him. You offer your help

I only bought this dress so you could take it off

You confess your feelings to Stiles

My MVP

You come to Stiles’ game…and they lose

RAFE CAMERON

He should’ve been here

Rafe doesn’t show up on your birthday

My best friend’s brother (multi-part) *

You go on a boat trip with the Camerons…and get a little more than what you came for

Summer loving

You and rafe have a summer fling. You get attached

JJ MAYBANK

Don’t die on me

You and JJ fight against the captain. JJ falls over and almost dies

Father, dear father

JJ always sees his dad when he least expects it

Hot tempered, but loyal

JJ got fired from his job (set after the scene we got on ig)

I don’t want perfect

You get a new boyfriend, the perfect boyfriend. But you don’t want perfect

Simp

JJ is in love and the Pogues like to tease him

They’re alive

The Pogues gets a message from an unknown number: John B and Sarah are alive

DAEMON TARGARYEN

His wife’s bed *

Illicit affair *

A Song of heart and blood (multi-part) *

After an horrible prophetical dream, you find yourself traveling through time to try and save your sister, Daenerys, from her fatal ascension to the Iron Throne. During your mission, your heart derives you from your duty and you fall in love with your ancestor

Taking care of my dragon

After getting his pride hurt at the tourney, Daemon needs help to calm down and unwind

Warm me up

AEMOND TARGARYEN

Bigger than the whole sky

TW: Miscarriage

False god *

Naughty dreams | Jacaerys twin!Reader *

Midnight rain

JON SNOW

I’ll keep your bed warm

Need a hand?

What happens in the cave, stays in the cave | Jeor Mormont daughter!Reader *

You and Jon spend the night in a cave

XAVIER THORPE

The devil’s bite Addams!Reader

The night of the final battle, you get hurt by the hyde

I don’t want you like a best friend

You and Xavier have been best friends for a while, but you don’t want to be just friends anymore. Come the Rave’n dance, you decide to tell him

Jealousy, jealousy

Murder Mittens

Nightshades library *

Outreach day | Normie!Reader

Post Poe Cup

Sorry, wrong number | Xavier x Reader x Ajax *

After sending a nude to the wrong contact (your mistake), you and Xavier invite Ajax for one night

Wrong suspect

Because of Wednesday, everyone believes Xavier is the monster. Everyone except you.

AJAX PETROPOLUS

7 Minutes in heaven

Poe Cup distractions *

First time

Makeup

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outrunningthedark · 2 years

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Buddie in 6A: The Recap

What it says on the tin: a recap of the Buddie scenes from each episode in 6A. I previously made similar posts for 5A and 5B. 6x01 // Let the Games Begin For context: The season-opening disaster involved a blimp crashing into Cal-Am Bank Stadium, home of LA’s two football (soccer) teams. 🌈 Bobby radios Eddie to tell him "Buck is on his way up to help you evacuate the co-pilot.”

🌈 Buckley-Diaz lasagna night that starts with Buck’s disappointment over not being named interim captain and ends with a discussion about “couches”:

(Only took him three tries to get it right!)

Buck: I just want to know what these other candidates have that apparently I don’t.

Christopher: Buck, you don’t even have a couch.

Buck: So what does that have to do with being fire captain?

Christopher: It’s weird.

Buck: My last two couches came with girlfriends.

Eddie: I think you mean your last two girlfriends came with couches. Taylor moved out, what, four months ago, Buck?

🌈 The team responds to a call about an injured golfer. Wanting to prove himself worthy of the interim captain role, Buck “secures the perimeter” even though he wasn’t asked.

Eddie: *is done with him*

🌈 The 118 is called to a car dealership when a competition for a brand new car leaves contestants in poor health. When the owner of the dealership refuses to suspend the competition, Bobby tells Buck to get the “saws and jaws” to cut up the car.

Eddie: *is highly amused*

6x02 // Crash and Learn

🌈 Buck and Eddie observe an overworked Hen (juggling med school and interim captain duties) napping in the fire truck.

Buck: I feel like we should do something.

Eddie: *nods* Get her a pillow.

🌈 After being unable to save a man named Lev at a happiness convention, Eddie and Chim try to get Buck and Hen to go out with them for breakfast.

Per writer & director Juan Carlos Coto, the shared glance between Eddie and Chim prior to mentioning breakfast was Ryan and Kenny’s suggestion:

It was Ryan and Kenny’s idea to do that little look at the top of the scene. Made the whole thing work.

6x04 // Animal Instincts Note: This episode marks the beginning of an individual arc for Buck that, though not related to Buddie, should be mentioned because it may influence future scenes between them - Buck is visited by an old roommate he hasn’t spoken to in years (Connor) and his wife (Kameron), who are hoping that Buck will agree to be their sperm donor. Also important, as it will come into play later: Buck adopts the theory of “radical acceptance” (his phrase, not mine), which is supposed to mean that he will say yes to new possibilities in order to gain new life experiences and figure out what will make him happiest.

🌈 As the rest of the 118 loads an injured birdwatcher into the ambulance, Buck and Eddie (still gathering the supplies) watch as the man who made the 9-1-1 call tries to flirt with the birdwatcher’s sister…and is rejected:

Embarrassed, the man explains that he thought it was “his shot” at asking her out.

Buck: Well, I think maybe you have bad instincts.

Eddie: Better luck next time.

🌈 Eddie discovers that Christopher has been skipping Science Club to hang out at the park with friends and discusses it with Hen (who is supposed to be taking time off) and Chim.

Eddie: I notice you’ve been awfully quiet over there, Buck. Christopher hasn’t said anything to you about these little secrets, has he? Buck (not listening because he’s still pondering Connor and Kameron’s request): Uh, to me? No, no-no secrets here. Eddie: *is suspicious*

🌈 The 118 tends to a bicyclist and the drunk driver that hit him. While Chim is attempting to treat the unconscious driver inside the vehicle, the man suddenly awakens, panics, and speeds off. When everyone realizes Chim has been “kidnapped”, Buck jumps on the abandoned bike and goes after him. Eddie: *is annoyed*

“Buck! Where the hell are you going?!” Note: By the end of the episode, Buck agrees to donate his sperm so Connor and Kameron can fulfill their dream. (Putting “radical acceptance” to the test.) 6x05 // Home Invasion 🌈 The 118 saves a man named Vincent who lost consciousness while trying to insulate/soundproof his sister Marisol’s attic. The rescue involved tearing down the walls of Marisol’s recently-purchased home, so Buck and Eddie decide to recruit some (never before seen) friends to help patch up the damage.

Buck: We thought maybe you could use a hand with some repairs. Eddie: Yeah, we heard somebody really destroyed your house. 6x06 // Tomorrow Setup: formerly known as “Henren Begins”, the 118 must save Karen and her coworkers after an explosion in their space lab. The present day is juxtaposed with scenes from Henren’s early days as a couple. Karen is led out of the building, but collapses and nearly dies because her heart is not pumping enough blood. She is brought back by her wife. At the hospital, Chim informs Athena and the 118 (minus Hen) that Karen made it out of surgery - minus her spleen. Buck questions whether Karen will be able to live without the organ. (Up to you whether you think it was another example of Himbo Buck or he was so anxious he needed verbal confirmation.) Eddie: *bows head and smiles to himself*

“She’s gonna be okay.” 6x07 // Cursed Note: This is the first episode since 6x04 where the sperm donor request is brought up. Buck has multiple failed attempts at “finishing the job” (a sign that he should not go through with it), but successfully completes the first round by the end of the hour. Setup: The 118 responds to a series of calls where a fading Hollywood star (Felisa) finds herself in dangerous situations. The belief is that a bracelet she purchased for good luck has actually “cursed” her, but Eddie disagrees. 🌈 At the firehouse, the 118 plus Athena are sitting down for breakfast in anticipation of Hen’s return to work following Karen’s brush with death. Buck, however, is only drinking green juice because he thinks it will help his overall health when donating. Eddie looked at Buck as he sat down with his green juice, but, well...

“How did the age of absolutely turn into alfalfa smoothies?” Bonus: Bobby: What’s with the, uh, green juice? *eyes land on Eddie* Eddie: *puts hand up* I don’t know. 🌈 (Following a call where Felisa was left unconscious) Buck: So you still don’t think she’s cursed? Eddie. No, but I’m starting to think I am. 🌈 Buck looking on fondly as Eddie attempts to get into contact with Felisa to return her bracelet (that was left in the back of the ambulance) 🌈 Buck backs up Eddie��s stance re: the bracelet not actually causing Felisa’s troubles: “Listen, I’m-I’m starting to think maybe Eddie has a point here. The accident at the crystal shop...bracelet wasn’t even there.” Note: Buck quickly changes his mind about the bracelet after the 118 (excluding Hen, who found out in 6x04) learns of his plans to donate his sperm thanks to an unplanned conversation between Buck, Connor, and Kameron at the firehouse.

6x08 // What’s Your Fantasy? 🌈 The firefam learns that Christopher has a crush on a classmate, but Eddie doesn’t know their name because “he’s not spilling, and I don’t feel like pushing.” Buck, predictably, has Opinions on the matter:

“Uh, isn’t he kinda young to start dating?” 🌈 Back in the truck, the conversation turns to first kisses. Eddie says they’ve “drifted off topic” because “Christopher isn’t kissing anyone.” Buck: *is not helping* Eddie: I know it's normal. I just didn't think Christopher was old enough yet. Bobby: Maybe the problem is it makes you feel old. Chimney: Wait till he starts shaving. Buck: Before you know it, someone's gonna be calling you Grandpa. Eddie: I don't know why I tell you guys anything. 🌈 (Still in the truck) Bobby spots a mysterious man falling from somewhere above, landing on the pavement. The 118 gets out to help the victim and inspect the premises. Buck: There aren’t any tall buildings around here. Eddie: Right. Buck: And unless that song was based in truth, I don’t think it’s ever actually raining men. Eddie: *has no idea how to respond to that*

🌈 The Buddie moments this week concluded with these shots of the Buckley-Diazes in action. 6x09 // Red Flag 🌈 The opening call saw members of the 118 going door-to-door to try and find the owner of a severed hand. Buck and Eddie: *over it*

[link to full set]

🌈 After all attempts are unsuccessful, the 118 catches a bystander running away with their cooler of ice. He and his friends are missing appendages thanks to a fireworks mishap. Buck says he’s “not it” to get out of chasing after the kid. Eddie is displeased. 🌈 A woman sleepwalks (really, sleepdrives) her way into the firehouse, causing an accident. The car does not belong to her. She is also naked. Buck and Eddie try to be gentlemen about it, ofc. 🌈 Buck asks the woman if she always sleeps “in the nude.” Eddie reacts as you would expect. 🌈 The 118 is on the roof of the firehouse, talking and drinking hot chocolate because nobody can sleep. Buck: Who can sleep when there’s cars driving unannounced into the building? Eddie: Would you prefer an announcement? (Answer: Yes.) 🌈 gifsets one + two of Eddie and Buck on the roof, featuring Eddie handing Buck his cup of cocoa 🌈 Buck calls Chim, who’s already on the phone with Hen, because he has some news he wants to share. But before doing so, he decides to “grab Eddie” and add him to the conversation. The news is that Buck’s sperm donation has been successful, Connor and Kameron are finally pregnant. Eddie doesn’t think this is news worth celebrating. He also removes himself from the conversation before Buck expresses how he feels about helping create a new life:

I'll try and take a nap. Chris is gonna be up in an hour. Hey, see you guys tomorrow. Hen: All right. See ya. Hey, Buck, you never said. How are you feeling about this... creation of new life? Buck: I mean, I'm-I'm happy. You know, I'm happy for them. I-I was worried that... what if it didn't work out, a-and me saying yes just ended up setting them up for more disappointment? Chimney: So, you're good? Buck: Yeah. Yeah, I-I think I am. In fact, I feel like I can finally go and get some sleep. 🌈 We say goodbye to Buddie in 6A with these shots of the guys getting a well-deserved rest. Note: the camera transitioned from Eddie to Buck as the scene unfolded.

Bonus: gifset one + two showing just how close they were in the finale. (Queen Brenna was back and she fed us well.) >>See ya in the spring (I hope)!<<

#tina speaks #otp: pretty boy and the kid #buddie in 6A #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1

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merbear25 · 2 months

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Two Truths and a Lie Tag Game:

Thanks so much for the fun tag: @indydonuts

Your answers:

My bestie, who has mobility issues, and I got into a wheelchair race with another guy and his aide when we visited Universal Studios. They rolled up next to us, the guy said, "Wanna race?" and his poor aide went, "No, not again!"

Once, at a family reunion when I was little, my cousins and I discovered a litter of baby opossums and spent the next few hours taking turns feeding them from the buffet. My mom only caught us because I'm a picky eater, and I was putting way too much on my plate.

I took a trip to Budapest with a friend. On our first night there, we ended up getting goulash and potatoes at an American Western-themed bar that was recommended to us by some very drunk British guys. Our ticket read 2 tourist specials.

Reading the comments on your post, I already know which one is true. I really want the first one to be true, so I'll go with the family reunion.

Mer's Two Truths and a Lie:

I used to have night terrors and one night I woke up to something grabbing my leg. I screamed and kicked it off, and when I looked in the far corner of my room, I saw a dark hunched figure. Staring at it for a few moments, it finally crawled towards the door and inched it open. My door remained ajar for the rest of the night.

My older brother and I used to go on a lot of late night runs to the stores to buy video games during summer vacation. One of those nights, we were driving down a country road with the windows down. We heard faint wailing in the distance and assumed it was an animal. However, further down the road a figure in white appeared on the shoulder. Slowing down so as not to risk hitting them, we passed by only catching a glimps of a faceless woman.

I transfered during my higher education a couple of times and one of those was a Catholic college, which at one point was a convent. It had a cemetery on the premises and many students over the years had reported eerie experiences. In the middle of the night, I woke up needing to use the restroom. The floor was quiet as I passed through the communal space. While in the stalls, I heard footsteps coming from down the hall, stopping at the entrance of the bathroom. Trying not to feed into the negative energy I was sensing, I did my best to ignore the dark figure I could see in my periphreral. Laying in bed, I worried that thinking about what'd just happened would inadvertently invite it in.

Hope you enjoy ghost stories!!

Tagging: @karusenka @lady-of-endless @escenariosinfumables @actuallysaiyan @rosydolly @help-i-lost-my-sock

#ghost stories #tag game

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ghostly-gifts · 7 months

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🎃🌹 Trick or treat!!! 🏍️🎃

On this haunting Halloween night, @technicallyverycowboy has been haunted by the spooky ghost @justanothervariant, and they've left behind a treat!

A Different Game

by @justanothervariant

When Gun first asked him to keep an eye on Porsche, Vegas’s thoughts naturally turned to seduction. He’d used his attractiveness many times to gain an advantage, ferret out information or bring someone over to the minor family. Besides, Porsche was a handsome guy; this time, it might even be fun.

Destiny seemed to be favouring him; on his next visit to the major family compound, Vegas spotted Porsche alone and struggling with his lighter. Vegas stepped up to his side, smoothly lit the cigarette and began his well-honed routine of smiles and flirtation. But instead of smiling back or blushing, Porsche looked distinctly uncomfortable. It wasn’t until Vegas dialled it down a notch that Porsche seemed to relax; an alarm tripped in the back of Vegas’s mind, and he realised that he might need to rethink his tactics. That evening he called on his main family informant, and within the hour he had a copy of their comprehensive dossier on Porsche Pachara Kittisawasd.

Vegas skimmed over the details of Porsche’s martial arts training, his family background, his educational history. His attention snagged on a note that Porsche had worked for years at a local nightclub called Hum Bar. The staff and regulars would be able to tell Vegas far more about Porsche than any dossier, so he put on his favourite shirt and went to see it for himself.

The owner, resplendent in sequins and leather, welcomed him with a wide smile and literal open arms. “Welcome, welcome, always nice to have such stylish guests!” she beamed. “My name is Yok, your hostess for the evening. This is your first time here, I’m sure - I’d remember that handsome face for certain.”

Vegas smiled, immune to the flattery. “Actually, I’m here because one of my friends told me about a bartender that works here - Porsche, is it?”

“Ah, sorry khun, Porsche isn’t working tonight,” Yok said, with a regretful cluck of her tongue. “But we have many other talented servers to help you. I’ll introduce you to Mo, he’s a genius with cocktails.” She signalled to one of the bartenders and said, “Mo, this gentleman is an honoured guest this evening, be sure to serve him well.”

“Of course. What can I get you, khun?” asked Mo.

Vegas slid a folded 1,000 baht note across the bar and asked, “Can you tell me any more about this Porsche? I’d really love to meet him.”

Mo’s eyes locked onto the money, but he said regretfully, “Oh, well…sorry, khun, but Porsche is my friend. I don’t think I should tell you anything without asking him first.”

Vegas nodded to hide his irritation, then added a second note. “I see. Well, at least tell me this - is it even likely that he’d be interested in me, or are his tastes more…conventional?”

The bartender glanced around, then snatched up the money and said, “I’ve only ever seen him leave with female guests, so sorry.”

Vegas turned away, the man already dismissed in his mind. His informant had seemed sure that there was some interest between Kinn and Porsche, but perhaps it was only on his cousin’s side. Perhaps Porsche was straight, or closeted, or had just never experimented with a man before. Whatever the truth, Vegas realised that going into full seduction mode was more likely to spook him than win him over. Malicious delight shivered through him as he imagined Kinn’s graceless attempts to woo Porsche, the possessiveness and entitlement that would be so off-putting to a guy with no experience. Vegas smiled to himself, a new plan already settling into place.

To win Porsche over, first Vegas would have to become his friend.

* * *

Vegas was used to getting quick results. Whoever he put his mind to pursuing - Kinn’s exes, Gun’s business contacts, random strangers in clubs - sooner rather than later, they gave in to him. It made his slow, subtle wooing of Porsche a novelty, but one he found himself enjoying immensely.

When Gun next visited his brother for lunch, Vegas went to say hello to the bodyguards but didn’t linger. He made small talk, tried to appear genuinely interested in their responses, and didn’t focus on Porsche more than anyone else. Kinn and Tankhun both gave him suspicious glares but he smiled and shrugged it off, noting Porsche’s frown at Kinn’s possessiveness.

At the diamond auction, he delighted in the palpable awkwardness between Porsche and Kinn; his cousin looked out of his depth, despite his pretty friend’s attempts to encourage him. When Kinn smiled at Porsche like he was suffering from indigestion, Vegas could hardly believe his good fortune. To capitalise on the weirdness between the two of them, Vegas gave specifically worded instructions to his mole on the bar staff then collected a small glass of clean water and took it to Porsche.

When Porsche was reluctant to take it, Vegas said, “I know you’re on duty and don’t have much time for breaks, that’s all. But no problem, I’ll take it back.”

“No, wait,” Porsche said, his face betraying all of his emotions as he wavered before finally taking the drink. He downed it hastily, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Thanks.”

Vegas nodded. “We’re not so harsh with our people in the minor family. Standing around all night, you’ll get thirsty. You should be able to go and grab a drink.”

Porsche’s smile was quick, reluctant. He gestured to his earpiece and said, “I get shouted at for not standing up straight enough, never mind leaving my position.”

“My cousin always was more of a stickler for conformity,” Vegas said, adding a note of regret to his tone. “But to me, you’re a person first and a bodyguard second.”

Vegas saw the moment his words snagged in Porsche’s brain, the hint of surprise and gratitude.

“Anyway, I’ll let you focus,” Vegas said, briefly laying a hand on Porsche’s shoulder. “Remember, though, that your own needs are as important as anyone else’s.”

“Yeah, okay,” Porsche nodded.

Later, sitting in his booth surveying the crowd of rich idiots and bootlickers, he saw Porsche staggering from the room and nodded to his men to follow. They knew what to do, where to take Porsche. A word from his inside man would send Kinn up to the Imperial Suite, where he’d find Porsche passed out ‘drunk’ on duty. Repercussions would follow, punishment guaranteed, the wedge between Kinn and Porsche driven ever deeper.

Vegas allowed himself a smile as he settled back and sipped his champagne; so far, his plan was working beautifully.

* * *

A couple of days later, once the dust had settled, Vegas messaged his informant for an update. It was a surprise when, instead of just replying, Ken showed up at the compound to give a report in person.

Vegas took Ken into his office, shut the door and asked, “What’s so important that you had to risk coming here yourself?”

“I thought you’d have questions,” Ken replied, his gaze dipping to Vegas’s lips.

Vegas sighed; this was a complication he didn’t need. “I see. Go ahead, then.”

“Porsche was right where you said he’d be,” Ken said, grinning. “Kinn looked like he’d been slapped when he saw him, sprawled out and snoring on that big fancy bed. He made us leave while he sobered Porsche up.”

“And he believed that Porsche had wandered in there and passed out drunk?”

“Yes, I said I saw him drinking earlier. Khun Korn was furious, so Kinn gave him to me and Big for his punishment,” Ken said, malicious delight glinting in his eyes.

“I’m sure you didn’t make it pleasant,” Vegas said wryly.

“It was brutal,” Ken said with relish. “I fucking loved it.” His spiteful glee was almost charming, but marred by his obvious, pathetic hunger for praise.

Ken went on to give a full report of the main family’s business for the last few days, Vegas interrupting a few times for clarification or more details. When they were done, Vegas said, “Thanks for all the intel. We really do appreciate it. And remember, if Porsche goes out anywhere without Kinn, call me immediately.”

“I will, khun,” Ken said, hovering despite the dismissal.

“Was there something else?” Vegas asked, disquiet stirring.

Ken licked his lips. “It’s just…I’m off duty tonight, so I thought we could - ”

“No,” Vegas interrupted. “Not tonight, I have too much to do.”

“You said that last time,” Ken said, a hint of a whine in his voice, then in English. “It’s been ages, Vegas. I miss you.”

Vegas managed, somehow, not to roll his eyes. Instead he reached out to run his thumb across Ken’s pouting lower lip. “I know. I miss this mouth, believe me. But Pa has given me a very important task, and I need to focus. It won’t be much longer, I promise.”

Ken’s tongue darted out to lick Vegas’s thumb. “Maybe I could just blow you, then? I’ll get you off real fast, I swear.”

His bratty eagerness was tempting, but Vegas shook his head. “I said no. Do we need to do some more discipline training?”

“No,” Ken said immediately. “Fine, not tonight. But soon, right?”

“Do you think I’m a liar, Ken?”

Ken swallowed. “No, Khun Vegas.”

Vegas smiled. “Good boy,” he said, knowing it would make Ken shudder, viciously delighted when it did. “Now run along. I have a lot of thinking to do.”

* * *

When Vegas got the call from Ken, he dropped everything and drove over to Hum Bar. As he’d predicted, Porsche was awed by his new motorbike and needed only a little prodding to take it for a drive.

“Where shall we go?” Porsche called back to him as they sped down the floodlit roads.

“Anywhere you want,” Vegas replied, wrapping his arms around Porsche and leaning into the warmth of his back.

It was exhilarating, riding with Porsche. He drove fast and took risks, but handled the bike deftly enough that Vegas could relax and enjoy it. Vegas reminded himself that this was just part of a plan, but it was hard not to get caught up in Porsche’s enthusiasm, in the freedom of driving into the night not knowing where he was going. Elation bubbled up in his chest, dizzyingly bright, and he raised a fist and a cry into the night sky. He caught Porsche’s grin, couldn’t help laughing; he didn’t feel like himself, suddenly, in an oddly comforting way.

Eventually Porsche pulled into a small parking lot down beside the river. The surrounding businesses were shut and there was nobody around as they settled onto a bench overlooking the river. The breeze was fresh, lifting Vegas’s hair gently. The water lapped below them, its soft susurration calming and kind. Lights twinkled in the water, a string of headlights streaming across the bridge nearby, but here it was dark and quiet with only a little light to show him Porsche’s face.

He looked happy, at first, his cheeks pink and his smile wide. It was disarming, genuine and honest, aimed at Vegas without intent or agenda. Vegas told himself that it was a weakness; his heart sang a different song.

But then the smile dipped, and his head dropped, and Vegas knew he’d been right; softness always meant weakness.

Vegas played his opening gambit. “Tankhun looked wasted, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that. I take it you had a good night?”

Porsche shrugged. “I guess so.”

“You guess so? You know you smell like perfume, right?” Vegas asked, grinning.

“Oh. Yeah. I met a woman at the bar and we went outside but…” Porsche sighed, tilted his head back. The moonlight silvered his bronze skin; he looked, Vegas thought, beautiful. “My head wasn’t in the right place, I s’pose. It’s not usually a problem for me, I can switch off my brain when I’m with someone, but since that thing with Kinn - ” At that he stopped dead, eyes widening before he looked away.

A cool, vicious thrill spiked in Vegas’s gut. As he’d hoped, maybe even expected, Kinn had overplayed his hand, and Vegas was ready to reap the benefits.

Vegas laid a gentle hand on Porsche’s shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I have no fucking idea,” Porsche said, something raw in his voice and his eyes. “I’m really confused, and I feel like I don’t know myself any more, and I’m making all these stupid choices and I don’t even know why. Do you ever feel like that?” He glanced over at Vegas, and shook his head. “No, of course you don’t. You always know what you’re doing, right?”

Vegas blinked, covered his surprise. “I like to have a plan, if that’s what you mean. Doesn’t mean I always know what I’m doing.”

“But you’re so…put-together all the time,” Porsche said, tilting his head in an alarmingly endearing way. “Your clothes, and your hair - your amazing bike over there…not like me, I just stumble from one disaster to the next. Runs in the family, I guess.”

Vegas took a moment to think, unsettled and uncertain. “I don’t think that’s true,” he eventually said. “You seem to be doing fine to me. Being a bodyguard is a tough job, I couldn’t do it. But you look like you’re fitting right into it.”

“Fuck, don’t say that,” Porsche exclaimed. “I’m only here to protect my brother, this isn’t who I want to be. The dumb thing is, if he knew what I was doing he’d be so ashamed.” His tone was plaintive and vulnerable; it called to the predator in Vegas.

“Surely he’d appreciate you taking care of him?” Vegas asked.

“I don’t know about that.” Porsche slumped back on the bench, his long legs sprawling out in front of him. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve had to be more of a parent than a brother, and it sucks. I don’t know how to be his dad, y’know? But our uncle is useless and just brings trouble into our home. I do my best to shield Chay, I don’t want him to have to do the same ugly shit that I’ve done just to survive. Thing is, he’s almost 18 and suddenly thinks he knows it all, but when I look at him I still see that miserable little kid who kept asking where our parents had gone.” He swiped the back of his hand across his nose, glanced over at Vegas and said, “But you know what that’s like, right? You look out for Macau, I mean.”

“Yeah, I do,” Vegas said, thrown. That instinct to pounce on Porsche’s vulnerability was ebbing, replaced by a sense of empathy, connection. “My father wants him to start getting more involved with our family business, but I’ve been shielding him from it as much as I can. I can’t do it forever, though.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Porsche nodded, nudging Vegas with his elbow. “I knew you’d get it.”

Vegas smiled, unable to resist. “But do the little shits appreciate it?”

Porsche laughed, sudden and irresistible. “No, they definitely do not.”

The silence stretched, and Vegas let it expand comfortably between them. He knew that Porsche’s life was filled with noise and busyness, commands and directions; he needed to be different, a safe place for Porsche.

“Why does Kinn hate you so much?” Porsche asked eventually. “You’re family, right? But he keeps telling me not to trust you, and I don’t get it at all. You’ve been so kind to me - like tonight.”

Against all odds, a weird swirling sense of regret kicked up in Vegas’s gut. But he smiled softly and said, “We’re family, yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything. He sees me as a rival, not a cousin. That’s the way we’ve been raised - I know it might not make sense to an outsider but that’s how it’s always been.”

“Well, that’s stupid,” Porsche said bluntly. “Family is everything. You should all support each other, not fight over everything.” He looked at Vegas, completely without obfuscation. “Did you never get on, then? With any of them?”

Vegas was all set to use the opening, say something to undermine Kinn and build sympathy for himself. But then, out of nowhere, he was hit with a memory of playing in the park with Kinn while their mothers sat chatting in the sunshine. He hadn’t thought about that for a long time, and to his horror he felt his throat thicken and burn. He was about to shrug it off, get back to his plan, until he saw what looked like sympathy in Porsche’s expressive eyes and the words began to flow.

“We used to play together - Kinn and I, I mean. Our mothers would arrange it, when our fathers were busy. Sometimes we’d picnic in the park, or go to our favourite sweet shop, or drive out along the coast and spend the day by the sea.”

“That sounds nice,” Porsche said.

“It was,” Vegas said. “But then Pa found out and he…he put a stop to it.”

“Oh,” Porsche said; just that, oh, but it was soft and understanding, and Vegas had to clench his jaw against the tears that prickled behind his eyes.

The silence swept back in and Vegas fought for control of himself; he was off-plan, unprepared.

“I suppose,” Porsche said slowly, “that it’s hard for you to make friends in your position. But maybe, if it’s not too weird or, like, against the rules…maybe you could think of me as your friend.”

Vegas laughed; he’d prepared a line just like that to use on Porsche, and the ridiculous coincidence struck him as hilarious.

Porsche frowned, sat up straighter. “Okay, I get it, you wouldn’t want to be friends with someone like me.”

“No, Porsche,” Vegas said, unthinkingly reaching out to grasp Porsche’s arm. “It’s not that - of course I want to be friends with you. It’s just…nobody’s ever said anything like that to me. Everyone’s scared of me, or hates me, or wants to use me.” He stopped himself, honesty swelling too close to the surface.

“I’m not scared of you,” Porsche said with a big grin, knocking his elbow into Vegas’s ribs again. “I think you’re a much nicer guy than anyone realises.”

Painful as it was, Vegas managed to smile. “You’re sweet, Porsche. But you’re wrong.”

“I’m not,” Porsche insisted. “I know these things. I’m good at reading people.”

It was almost funny, how wrong Porsche was; how much Vegas wished he was right.

“We should be getting back,” Vegas said, his reluctance less of an act than it should have been. “Kinn will be thinking I’ve kidnapped you.”

“I don’t really give a flying fuck what Kinn thinks,” Porsche said expansively, but he stood when Vegas did. “Thanks for tonight, though. I needed to get away for a while.”

“You can always reach out to me,” Vegas said, his hand resting on Porsche’s arm for a long moment.

Porsche’s expression, for once, was hard to read as he studied Vegas’s face. “You too,” he said. “The only good thing to come out of this mess so far…is you.”

Vegas had no answer to that. He let Porsche drive home, smiled and demurred at Porsche’s gratitude. When Porsche hugged him, tight and close and sincere, Vegas closed his eyes and squeezed back just as hard. It was foolish, and childish, but for a moment he let himself pretend that they could actually be friends.

* * *

Vegas smoothed back his hair as he waited for Porsche to answer the bell. Behind him in the darkness stood a group of men, waiting as instructed.

The gate creaked open and Porsche said, “Vegas? What are you doing here?”

“I came to warn you,” Vegas said, adding a little fear to his tone. “One of our informants told me that there’s a plot to kidnap Kinn - is he here yet?”

“No,” Porsche frowned. “Why would you think that?”

“Pa called Uncle Korn to tell him what we’d heard, and he mentioned you had this week off. Apparently your roommate said Kinn was planning to come here to see you.”

Porsche’s expression melted from confusion to annoyance. “To drag me back, probably. Asshole.”

Porsche’s eye roll made Vegas smile, until he caught and hid it. “I brought some men with me to protect you, you should come with me now,” he said. “Uncle Korn is going to call Kinn back home.”

“So much for my week off,” Porsche sighed, “but you didn’t have to come all the way out here yourself, you could have called me.”

“I wanted to make sure you were safe,” Vegas said, a lie but also not.

Porsche smiled and gestured Vegas inside. “Well, come in for a second while I explain to my friends.”

“And Porchay? He needs to leave too,” Vegas said, following Porsche across the lawn.

Porsche smiled over his shoulder. “It’s okay, he’s away at camp. Thank you, though.”

Guilt tugged at Vegas’s belly. “Sure. I have a younger brother too, remember?”

Two men were sitting at the garden table, the air thick with the smell of pork frying. One smiled at Vegas, the other narrowed his eyes and blatantly looked Vegas up and down.

“This is Jom, and Tem,” Porsche told Vegas, then said to his friends, “Sorry, but you need to go home. I have to leave now.”

“Oh? Emergency booty call?” asked Jom, waggling his eyebrows.

“Some men are on their way here who you really don’t want to meet,” Vegas said, noting subtly how Porsche blushed at Jom’s words. “I’m sorry to break up your evening, gentlemen, but believe me that it’s for your own good.”

When they looked at him sceptically, Porsche added, “He’s not kidding - clear off home, now!”

“Ugh, fine,” Jom grumbled, stuffing his mouth as he stood.

“Will you be okay?” Tem asked Porsche.

“Sure, Vegas will take care of me,” Porsche said.

Vegas froze as Porsche’s words thudded into his skin like bullets. His trust in Vegas, instinctual and freely given, felt like a burden and a blessing all at once. It was new, but not unwelcome, and made Vegas feel like scum.

As they all hurried across the lawn, Kinn stepped in through the open gate. “Porsche?” he said, his puzzled frown turning into a sneer as he added, “Vegas? What the hell are you doing here?”

“Didn’t you get the call from your father?” Vegas asked, striving to keep the triumph locked down inside. “Donna Giulietta has sent some men after you, they’re probably tailing you right now. I came here to warn Porsche that you might be bringing danger to his door.”

“You fucking snake,” Kinn growled, moving towards Vegas, but Porsche stepped in between them to everyone’s surprise.

“Look, we all have to leave before those thugs arrive,” Porsche said, glaring at Kinn. “Vegas is here to help me, and I trust him. I’m not sure why you’re here, though.”

A flash of hurt surprise crossed Kinn’s face, before he schooled it back to his habitual scowl. “Well, how convenient. How do you know he didn’t bring them here?”

“If he was behind this, would he really have called your father to warn him, and then come here to help me?” Porsche snapped back.

“Porsche,” Vegas said, taking Porsche’s arm, “we don’t have time, they could be here any minute.”

As if on cue, a white van screeched around the corner. Vegas barked orders for his men to get Kinn to safety, then hurried Porsche across to his bike. As Porsche gunned the engine and Vegas climbed on behind him, he was unable to resist a grin back at Kinn before they sped away.

* * *

Vegas directed Porsche to his family’s safehouse. The Italians weren’t aware of it, Kinn had never been there, and it was probably the safest place for them to be. It was also peaceful, serene, beautiful without being showy; a contrast to the opulence of the main compound, and hopefully a place where Porsche would feel relaxed.

“Wow,” Porsche breathed, strolling out along a pier to a small summerhouse sitting over the lake. “This is gorgeous.”

Vegas leaned on the railing beside him, watching the stars swimming in the black water. “Yeah. I’d live here all the time, if I could.”

“Why can’t you?” Porsche asked, glancing over at him. “It’s not that far out of the city.”

“Macau needs to be near his school, he couldn’t live here, and I wouldn’t leave him,” Vegas said. “And anyway, Pa would never agree. He wants me close, so he can keep an eye on me.”

Porsche turned to face Vegas, one elbow on the wooden railing. “Hey, thanks for getting me out of there. That was a pretty close call.”

“Sure,” Vegas said, and smiled. “I told you before, I’m here when you need me.”

The words were like bile in his mouth. Somehow, lying to Porsche wasn’t the same as lying to Tawan. His secret lover was also a liar and a cheat, but gobbled up every word of praise, every platitude, every false declaration; it was easy, unsatisfying. But Porsche was earnest and genuine, sincere, kind. Lying to him made Vegas feel the weight of every label that had ever been pinned to his chest, made him long to be a different man.

Without warning, Porsche leaned forward and kissed him. Vegas was stunned, caught in a moment of hesitation. This was the perfect outcome, the fruition of his plan, the best possible way to hurt and weaken Kinn. Why, then, was he reluctant to pounce on it?

Porsche pulled back, brows drawing down. “Sorry, you don’t seem…I thought you liked me.”

“I do,” Vegas said, grasping Porsche’s hand. “That was just sudden - I didn’t know you were interested in me that way.”

Porsche’s smile was a light in the darkness. “Well, I am,” he said playfully. “What are you going to do about it?”

This was what he’d wanted, what he’d planned and worked and manoeuvred for; but again, the flirty response stuck in Vegas’s mouth.

“Vegas?” Porsche asked, a touch of hurt in his tone but his thumb stroking gently over Vegas’s hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Vegas said, summoning a smile. “Tonight’s just been…a lot.”

Porsche’s free hand lifted to rest on Vegas’s cheek, butterfly-light. “I know. But we’re safe now.” He leaned in, watching Vegas’s mouth, and kissed him again.

Vegas closed his eyes and kissed Porsche back, a hand on his hip to pull him closer. He felt exhilarated and sick, aroused and disgusted, until it was too much and he had to draw back again.

“I can’t, Porsche,” he gasped, adrenalin making him shaky. “It’s not fair, you don’t deserve this.”

“I don’t know what that means, but I can make my own decisions, Vegas - I’ve had enough of other people deciding what I need.”

“No, listen to me - I’m not the man you think I am,” Vegas said, a sense of desperation creeping over him; he couldn’t bear to imagine that soft glow in Porsche’s eyes turning to loathing when he realised he’d been played.

“I don’t care,” Porsche persisted. “I know you’ve done bad things, probably even worse than I know, but I still want you, Vegas. You’re the only thing that makes sense to me any more.”

When Porsche kissed him again, Vegas was too weak to resist.

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