#I'm back babey! I never really went away!!

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

i'm so sorry for how nonsensical this might be but entertain me for a second here because i think you're maybe one of the only daemon writers who might understand where i'm coming from,,, anyway i'm pretty sure (unless i'm remembering incorrectly) that there's a scene in ilibitsos where we see babey deal with sub-drop, right?

so tell me why i'm now stuck on the thought of daemon and how he 100% deals with dom-drop (or whatever you wanna call the dom equivalent). he's such an emotion heavy guy and that, combined with his emotional constipation (which matches his literal constipation), probably leads him down the path of destruction to dom-dropping.

it would have to be after babey does something to make him worry - which, at this point, her doing anything without his prior knowledge seems to do the trick- and worry is something daemon typically expresses with anger. so let's say the reader pulled some shit where she went and done something that daemon, rhaenyra and basically everyone told her explicitly not to do. when she gets back, daemon's in one of his "gah im so angry i need to stab her womb with my flesh sword" moods (never thought i'd describe a cock as a flesh sword but here we are). so he's taking her from behind, either with his hand shoving her head down into the mattress or pinning her down to whatever surface he's bent her over and he's going at it. like, poor babey is definitely gonna feel it for a few days after. and he's just spewing his usual depravity, barely lucid of the fact he's slowly switching from calling her an ill behaved whore to ranting about how worried he was, how she needs to apologize for not letting him get a wink of sound sleep, how he hates how weak it made him feel to know she was in danger and nothing he could do would take her away from it. until, eventually, everything he feels- in his heart, not his cock- becomes too overwhelming and he just needs to stop. babey's smart so she obviously notices the switch in energy immeadiately and she's calling out to him, trying to turn around and get a look at him but he's not letting her. he's just... staring at the back of her head, hands slowly loosening the iron-tight grip they had on her hips and switching to caresing her skin, feeling that she's physically there. when babey finally manages to turn herself over and face her sweet tortured husband, he's frowning like he's angry but staring at her like she's the finest porcelain that'll smash if he's not careful with the way he touches her. he won't talk, can't talk, but that's okay cause she understands him even when he says nothing and so she gives him what he really needs, craddling him in her arms, soothing over his back with her hand, whispers of i'm okay and i'm right here, kepus and you can't always keep me safe but you'll always lead me home thrown upon deaf ears as daemon does his lil sad boi forehead touch and just melts into her, taking in her smell and just taking in the fact she's present beside him, letting himself finally feel all those dark, heavy, suppressed emotions he pushed down all those days she wasn't by his side.

and ahhh wtf did i just write, i'm so sorry this was genuinely meant to just be a short enquiry onto daemon and his possible dom-dropping but i started writing it and then this happened instead. i hope this wasn't overstepping any boundary or anything like that. all this to say, big slay, loved the first chapter of the pregnancy fic, excited for the possible future return of murderer-core daemon once the dance hits.

(this might have sent twice by accident so, if it did, sorry! tumblr's just a dramatic girlie who likes to tell me there was a problem sending my ask)

Hey! Yes, there is a scene that deals with sub-drop, and it's probably one of the few things that I know about dom/sub dynamics, to be honest haha!

And wow, this is such a good analysis of Daemon's whole come-down, it's like you shoved fingers inside my brain and wiggled stuff around and produced something really cool from half-assed fragments lying around in there, lol. His default is totally anger; it's what he vibes with whenever he has the Big Feelings, even if he's more upset, or worried, or afraid. He gets the Big Angries instead, haha! But oh, vulnerable Daemon hit me in the feels with this one - I fucking love it. Thank you so much for sharing this with me, I DEFINITELY need to start a new tag called 'daemon writing notes' so I can keep this on FILE.

Never be concerned about overstepping boundaries, I'm so fucking flattered that my silly fic was even worth the time it would've taken to type this out! I love your ideas - we are one spiritually, I swear. I'm so glad you liked the first chap of the pregnancy fic, and murderboi!Daemon might even be coming in this fic, to be honest! I'm really craving some violent energy from him, and we gotta start easing Babey in early!

(This ask totally didn't send twice, so you're all good!)

THANK YOU SO MUCH, MY @houseofhyde BAE!!!!

#fanfiction comments #daemon writing notes

[screechthemighty]

Sorry for the day delay, I had a raging headache last night. Here’s the promised Miraith! It’s pure sappy nonsense, as to be expected. The full short is below but I’ll be linking to AO3 in a reblog! It’ll be part of a multi-chapter collection just to keep everything tidy.

It was one of those days, and by one of those days Elliott meant all he had was a P-2020 and grenades. Level 2 helmet but Level 1 body shield and no backpack kind of day. The kind of day that was going to make its way onto some kind of fail compilation (which, of course, meant he was going to be fighting the urge to check once the match was over).

At least he wasn’t the only one suffering. Wraith had her kunai and a Mozambique and Pathfinder had an Alternator with like, half a clip left. He hadn’t spotted what they had for armor, but he had a feeling it wasn’t good. “I hope one of you has a plan, because I don’t have anything,” Elliott confessed as he crouched behind cover. “Seriously, any plan I come up with is gonna need to be thrown out in five seconds.”

“Let me think.” Wraith sounded frustrated, though Elliott was pretty sure it wasn’t with him. It seemed like she was frustrated with herself. This had been her suggested drop point…though, to be fair, he’d agreed. So had Pathfinder. It was a joint screw-up. They all deserved the blame for this one. “Shit. I can’t see a path out.”

Elliott checked the map. “Yeah, uh, path out is through all the fighting. Unless we want to backtrack, but I think a lot of guys were dropping back there, too.” He nearly threw in a pick your poison, but his tongue tripped over the first p sound and he tossed that entirely. Alliteration and stress did not mix for his stupid stutter. “I…kinda vote we backtrack, though. Think things won’t be so bad back there. Especially if everyone is rushing for the good loot. We might be able to slip past.”

Wraith glanced over at Pathfinder. “Path? What do you think?”

“I agree. There is greater building coverage as well. If we can get to the roof, I may be able to give us further distance with my zipline.”

Wraith thought about it, then nodded. “Okay. We’ll move slowly. No picking any fights.”

“Fine by me. I just have this.” Elliott held up the P-2020 and sighed. “I’m starting to think I should’ve stayed in bed today.”

Wraith smiled, just for a second, before she went back to being serious. “Stick close together.”

They moved as quickly as they could without giving their position away, darting between buildings while Pathfinder waited for his zipline to fully charge. They didn’t head for the roof until it was close; no point in showing themselves until they absolutely had to. Fortunately, they were able to skirt around a few skirmishes and find marginally better weapons in the buildings (and on a few unconscious bodies, because listen: you weren’t going to make it in these games unless you were fine with looting corpses). It wasn’t much, but it was better than when they started.

Everything's fine! Everything is going to be fine. You've got this. You're fine.

It's fine.

Elliott was starting to believe it, too, when Pathfinder shot the zip line. That was it. Their ticket out of there. Path first, then him, then Wraith. Elliott was about halfway across the line when he turned around to look back at Wraith, just to see how she was doing.

God or the universe or whoever must have had a hand in him turning around, because it was just in time for him to spot someone coming down the zip line. Gun raised. Ready to blow Wraith away.

Shit - !

Elliott didn't stop to think. It was like he was briefly possessed by every Witt and Medina that had ever held a gun. He just raised the Triple Take he'd managed to grab off someone, aimed not quite down the sights but as close as he could manage while ziplining, and…

Crack.

Their opponent went flying off the zipline. Wraith looked over her shoulder, then back at Elliott. Their eyes met for just a second, before she looked back over to see if the guy's team mates were following.

No one else. Probably just some poor SOB who'd lost their teammates and thought they could shoot their way past to get away. Instead, they'd been one-shotted off the zipline in what was arguably one of the cooler moments in Elliott's career in the games.

The whole thing was capped off by him perfectly nailing the landing and catching Wraith when she hit the end of the zipline. She didn't even protest at what was dangerously close to PDA. She still looked a little bit shocked by the whole thing. Elliott felt a little shocked, too. "Shit," he breathed. "That was close, huh?"

Wraith just stared at him, blue eyes wide. He still had his hands resting loosely on her waist, and her hands were braced against his forearms—again, dangerously close to PDA, but he was still a bit rattled by having almost seen her get hit. So rattled that he almost missed...

She cleared her throat suddenly and pulled away. “Nice shot,” she said. Had her cheeks gone pink? “We should keep moving. We don’t know if he’s got squad mates in the area.”

“Yeah,” Elliott agreed immediately. His brain slipped back into business mode as he jogged after her—well, most of his brain. There was one little nugget that refused to let go of what had just happened. Not in the, Oh, shit, Wraith almost “died” kind of way. In a different way.

It was still stupid. Yes, the moment had been badass, but this wasn’t a movie. Just because he’d pulled off a pretty impressive shot and caught her like it was a dramatic scene out of an action movie didn’t mean...

No. It was Wraith. She wouldn’t...not in front of cameras...

There was no way she was about to kiss me, was she? Right? Right.

...Right?

“That was pretty cool, though, right?” Elliott said in a desperate attempt to get his mind off of it. “Do you think I looked cool?”

Wraith rolled her eyes, but when she replied—“Yes, Mirage, I’m sure you did”—there was no bite to it. Not even the pretend levels of bite she still used to make sure they didn’t get caught.

That really didn’t clear up his confusion.

Cool. Now I have that to obsess over for literally no reason.

 Dating Elliott hadn’t changed her—not that Wraith could tell. It was, at most, awakening parts of herself that had laid dormant, unused muscles stretching as she navigated the landscape of a romantic relationship. That meant she couldn’t blame him for what had almost happened. She only had herself, and whatever part of her mind was still an absolute fucking sap.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, idiot, stupid. What had she been thinking? She hadn’t been, actually; that was the problem. He’d saved her life before, more than once, but she had to admit, this was one of the fancier moments. It had been a damn good shot, and that catch when she hit the end of the zipline was smooth. Completely unnecessary, but even she had to admit it was smooth. It had also been too brief to have been perceived as anything but shock on both their parts, thank God. She’d re-watched the clip more than once when they got out of the arena, just to be sure.

You could’ve given something away, Wraith thought. You definitely would have if you’d kissed him.

That was why she was so pissed at herself. She’d thought about it. She’d really thought about it, in those fleeting-but-infinite seconds after the shot. The urge wasn’t a new development, either. It wasn’t like Elliott saving her and then literally sweeping her off her feet suddenly flipped a switch and she was overwhelmed with the urge to kiss him. Absolutely not. The thought had crossed her mind on and off a few times. The only difference was, all the other times were during more...mundane moments. When he dropped her off at her apartment after lunch. After seeing him genuinely laugh at a stupid joke. One time during a picnic when he accidentally fell asleep. Just...odd little moments that felt right, but not quite right.

She was still a little surprised Elliott hadn’t made the first move—but then again, not that surprised. He’d tried to be respectful of her personal space even before they started dating, and he’d kept that up moving forward. That meant she'd have to be the one to make the first move.

But that meant finding the right time. And it never seemed like it. And it especially hadn't been like the right time on camera, Wraith, you idiot…

Her phone ringed. It was a text from Elliott: u on the roof?

She should’ve been startled by the text, but he knew her by now. She didn't go many places on the new compound. At this time of day, if she wasn't in her room or in the cafeteria, she was probably hiding on the roof. Pathfinder probably would’ve guessed the same. Maybe Crypto, observant as he was.

I need to be less predictable.

Yeah, Wraith texted back. Everything okay?

just wanted to hang out if you're ok with it. do you want me to bring you food? he replied.

Damn it. She had a feeling she knew what this was about. Wraith could have avoided it, but...no. She wasn’t going to do that. Not hungry but you can come up, she replied. Her appetite hadn’t come back yet. That always took some time after a match.

Elliott showed up with a snack of his own, the same chips he always seemed to stress eat even when they won. Salt counteracts adrenaline, didn’t anyone ever tell you that? It looked like he was already halfway through the bag. “You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just...needed to think,” Wraith replied. She could only look him in the eyes for half a second. "I know we won but it's...one of those victories."

Elliott nodded. "Oh, yeah, I know what you mean." He sat down next to her. "I'm definitely sleeping in tomorrow."

"That's fair." Wraith glanced his way again. "That was a good shot, by the way. It really was."

Elliott's ears started to go a bit red, even as he smiled. "Yeah? I saw the footage. I looked cool. And not too romantic, by the way. I think you came across surprised that I could shoot like that."

Wraith laughed quietly. "Agreed. We should be okay." No one had asked her any weird questions post-interview and no one from the Syndicate's PR had reached out, so she figured at best the shippers were reading into it and no one else. Which might work out, actually. If they're the only ones, that's a smokescreen. No one listens to the shippers…

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

Damn it.

Wraith tried not to look panicked. "Sure. What's up?"

Elliott fidgeted with the chip bag, his hands anxiously crinkling the top. "Okay, so I might be...super off base and you can tell at me if I am, but...were uh." He cleared his throat, the next words coming out in a rush: “Wereyouabouttokissmebackthere?”

It actually took Wraith a second to register what he’d said. Once she did..

“...yeah,” Wraith groaned. Quickly, she added, “I’m sorry.”

Elliott’s face had gone red. He still seemed to be registering that she’d admitted to it. “S-sorry for what? I...uhm...I mean, you didn’t...”

“Yeah, but I could’ve blown it. And if I had...I’d have felt bad.”

“Felt...bad?” Elliott’s blush deepened. “Wh-why?”

“Because...” Wraith rubbed her eyes. “I didn’t...I didn’t want to just kiss you out of nowhere. You’ve respected my space, it’d be shitty of me not to do the same. I was going to ask, I just...never was sure how.”

That had been important to her. But she’d almost let the moment get to her head, in public, like an idiot. Wraith was so caught up in her annoyance that she almost missed how long the pause after her confession went on. Until...

“...huh.”

When Wraith looked Elliott’s way, he wasn’t looking at her. He was staring off over the other rooftops, a surprised look on his face. “What?”

“Nothing, just...I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone think about it like that. Not with me. People just sort of assume I’m down for anything, so...” He looked her way finally, his blush mostly faded, his eyes grateful. “Thank you.”

"...yeah, of course." It was...sad that the concept was such a shock to him. She knew he was a flirt, but she also knew that was, in part, a smokescreen. And even a genuine flirt still had boundaries. At least he didn’t seem traumatized...not that she could tell, at least. "If I ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me."

Elliott held out a hand to her questioningly. Wraith took it and squeezed it gently. " I'll remember that. Thank you."

They sat for a while in silence, just watching the sun set, carefully holding onto each other, Wraith's embarrassment slowly fading. She was getting more and more peaceful moments like this. It was nice—not having to worry all the time, just enjoying the moment with someone she cared about.

She hadn’t thought she’d get that so soon, if ever.

"But, uhm, just to answer the question," Elliott said suddenly, "you can kiss me whenever. Privately, I mean. I d-I don't think I'm ready to go public."

...oh.

"I'm not, either." Wraith glanced his way. He was looking out over the rooftops, some of the nervousness back in his eyes. "But since we're alone…"

She caught him on the cheekbone before he could turn his head. Somehow, despite all the random moments when kissing him would have seemed so easy, it was all she had the nerve for. "Thanks for the save," Wraith said.

Elliott stared, his blush returning. She gave him a second to recover, to think of whatever probably witty response his brain was scrambling to drag out. But...

“I...” Elliott cleared his throat, trying to push past the squeak that had entered his voice. “...I think you missed...?”

It was half attempt at a confident statement, half question. And it was so charmingly awkward that any nervousness Wraith might’ve felt melted away.

“Yeah,” she said, leaning a little closer. “Guess I did.”  

 There were a lot of blank spots in Wraith’s life. Maybe this was her first kiss...maybe it wasn’t. She had no way to knowing that, not until she finally remembered who she’d once been.

But it was her first kiss with Elliott, and it was gentle and it was theirs. So that was something special.

She kept her forehead pressed against Elliott’s when they pulled apart. He didn’t look nervous anymore, either; he was smiling, soft and stupid, the way he only seemed to smile around her. “Yeah,” Elliott said quietly. “You can definitely do that any time.”

Wraith laughed quietly. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll remember that.”

Just not on camera. And hopefully not after a near-miss like today’s.

#apex legends #miraith #elliott witt #renee blasey #I'm back babey! I never really went away!!

[terrainofheartfelt]

"It's been more like a 'Choose Your Own Adventure'!" A Rufly Playlist

Finally, a use for my Dad(™) music taste! I threw in a few live recordings/rough sessions because that’s rock and roll, babey. YouTube link here

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American Girl - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

If you think this isn’t a rufly song, then idk what to tell you.

And for one desperate moment there / He crept back in her memory / God, it's so painful when something that is so close / Is still so far out of reach

Light My Fire - The Doors

Making this playlist was fun because I got to imagine a lot of precanon Rufus/Lily, and how they came to be. And like, I can see Rufus covering a LOT of these, yk?

The time to hesitate is through / No time to wallow in the mire

Funny Feelin’ - Langhorne Slim

I can also see Rufus actually writing some of these. Like this one!

Well, I got my eye on you, baby / And I know I ain't the only one / But if you just say maybe / My lonely days would be done

Superstar - tswift

If you don’t project onto at least one tswift song can you even call it a ship playlist?

And I knew from the first note played / I'd be breaking all my rules to see you / You smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row / Scream your name

Lay, Lady, Lay - Bob Dylan

Tour life vibes

His clothes are dirty but his, his hands are clean / And you’re the best thing that he’s ever seen

Fire - Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band

Your kisses they burn / But your heart stays cool

Fooled Around and Fell in Love - as performed by Morgan James

Because Lily Rhodes really did fuck around and find out.

Free, on my own is the way I used to be / Ah, but since I met you baby, love's got a hold on me

Don’t Let Me Down - The Beatles

Nothing says Lily & Rufus like a Beatles deep cut.

I'm in love for the first time / Don't you know it's gonna last

Shadows of the Night - Pat Benatar

80s rock vibes, babe!

You can cry tough baby, it's all right / You can let me down easy, but not tonight

She - as performed by She & Him

She may be the love that cannot hope to last / May come to me from shadows of the past

Can’t Buy Me Love - The Beatles

Tell me that you want the kind of things / That money just can't buy / I don't care too much for money / Money can't buy me love

Second Hand News - Fleetwood Mac

It’s breakup chapter time, y’all

I know there's nothing to say / Someone has taken my place

Hungry Heart - Bruce Springsteen

I met her in a Kingstown bar / We fell in love I knew it had to end / We took what we had and we ripped it apart / Now here I am down in Kingstown again

Piece of My Heart - as performed by Big Brother and the Holding Company

Have another little piece of my heart now, baby / Well, you know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good

Love Really Hurts Without You - Billy Ocean

In my head, this is the “Lily and her cavalcade of failed relationships post-Rufus” montage song

You walk like a dream and you make like you're queen of the action

Halls - Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

This is the “Rufus touring post-Lily” montage song

Thought a broken heart could write a perfect song / And it did and I was right so now you're gone

Mulholland Drive - The Gaslight Anthem

Okay so we all know about the Dair & Rufly parallels, and this song nearly ended up on that playlist, but the vibe didn’t quite fit. And I think, in my heart of hearts, that this song (though probs more punk than Lincoln Hawk sounds) reads like Rufus could have written it. And there are lines that are so evocative of both Dair & Rufly like I still remember holding you, just out of sight of her - like! That’s Valentine’s day 2012 amirite??? And: But it scared you, love, to need someone, so you killed it all instead. And the imagery of Mulholland Drive with Lily being from LA...Anyways this song is one of my all time favorites.

Would you miss me if I was gone and all the simple things were lost? / Would you ever wait on me to say / Oh that I’d just die if you ever took your love away

Malibu 1922 - COIN

You're some old man's new trophy / Locked up in some house in New Jersey / Now money's not a problem / But 20 years it seems you've forgotten

How’s the World Treating You - Elvis Presley

Pilot Rufly vibes, but sad!

Every sweet thing that mattered / Has been broken in two / And I'm asking you, darling / How's the world treating you?

Even Cowgirls Get the Blues - The Gaslight Anthem

Pilot Rufly vibes, but sexy!

Can I get a witness, pretty baby? / I still love Tom Petty songs and drivin' old men crazy

It Ain’t Me Babe - Bob Dylan

“You made a choice to be Lily Bass, and we both need you to go do that.”

Go lightly from the ledge, babe / Go lightly on the ground / I’m not the one you want, babe / I will only let you down

Harvest Moon - Neil Young

It’s about the lovers to strangers to hostile acquaintances to friends to lovers again.

When we were strangers / I watched you from afar / When we were lovers / I loved you with all my heart

Home From Home - Roo Panes

“Well, it’s Thanksgiving, and I couldn’t think of another place that felt more like home.”

Because I'm starting to realise the question worth asking is, who? / I'm starting to realize the question worth answering is you

You Got Lucky - Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

I mean. I mean they do fight a lot.

If you don't feel complete / If I don't take you all the way / Then go

Are We Free? - Mick Flannery and Susan O’Neill

I like how this whole song is a dialogue, but always comes together at the chorus

Are we free to understand / or bound to repeat again / all the wars of before?

The Bones feat. Hozier - Maren Morris

“The king and queen of reconciliation” - Dan Humphrey

No, it won't always go the way we planned it / But the wolves came and went and we're still standing

Songbird - Fleetwood Mac

They didn’t break up, what are you talking about?

And I love you, I love you, I love you / Like never before

Beginning to Feel the Years - Brandi Carlile

And I'm beginning to feel the years / But I'm going to be okay / As long as you're beside me--along the way

Call on Me - Big Brother and the Holding Company

Baby, when you're down and feel so blue / Well, no, you won't drown, honey, I'll be there too

Lily - Benjamin Gibbard

It was too perfect. I had no choice.

Lily is a big brass band who fills the air with song / Lily is a destination and she's where my arms belong

Hard Feelings - Brian Fallon

And the time used to stop in her hands / I could feel it go hesitant / When it rained in Manhattan / We took shelter in the spare room at the Grand

#rufus x lily #lily x rufus #rufly #gossip girl #playlist #source: ggcaps #i swear I've been meaning to post this before the asks I just got today

[fakeloveaskblog]

(my heat bRoke in seven different ways reading that oh my god)

hey janus! hi. uh. do you perhaps have a uh nice message for remy? something hopeful, etc etc. just...i really think they need it right now.

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remy. you may be asleep, if so you'll hear this in some weird drug dream, i'm not completely sure right now, nothing seems to be in my control at the moment. i'm just here to remind you that i do have the power to help you.

i have the power to move you and your belongings, you have options, you have friends and you can have hope.

also consider that i can keep virgil extremely safe. i suppose we all can. also, virgil uhm...may need help. whilst it be therapy or more...drastic...measures...he'll be safe under our collective, begrudging, protection.

now please dont feel pressured at all, you are always under your free will and have every right to ignore my stupid face, but at the same time...he hit you! ((and worse but i dont want to overly upset them)) i cant...i cant just sit around and give to inspiring quotes or some shit, that wont do anything. i'm not good at this.

from someone with a trauma packed past, i can help. whatever you need. i dont care if it seems small. please tell me, just...we're all here. for you.

im sorry i havent been very comforting at all. i am, however, learning to sew plushies! or trying to. don't ask the science behind a sewing snail-

-🐌🕸

(>:D)

Tw: drug use, there are like 2 sentences with transphobia in them

Janus looked up from the stack of books he was sorting "A nice message?" He thought for a bit "Well I believe this is a quite well known fact so they might have heard this before, but the body completely renews itself slowly over a 7 year cycle. So it's truly never too late to change since the body never stops changing either. The traces from someone hurting you will disappear, even if it takes time, it will be gone eventually"

They looked like they were about to explode if they didn't get to blurt out this next part.

"Also I miss them a lot and I hope they're feeling okay and I hope they're not going through a flare up and every time I walk past a bakery I get the urge to go in and buy them a bunch of tasty lil cute cakes...Yeah"

They set the books back into the bookcase before suddenly stopping midmotion and turning to you.

"Wait- Why would Remy need that sort of message right now? Are they okay? Please tell me they're okay"

--

Remy wasn't asleep but they sure were high. They were sitting on the floor in the living room with the side of their head leant against the coffee table. Some ketamine had smeared down onto their lips. Their skull felt like it was filled with a bunch of very very small fireworks all going off constantly. They could almost see the lights in front of them.

It also gave them a massive headache, but they couldn't feel it so it was fine. They couldn't feel the joint pain or the aching around their neck or the bruises on their body. The sounds coming from the kitchen was far away and so distorted it was making them giggle.

They'd woken up at around 5 this morning to puke. They'd found new bruises around their neck and wrists and Virgil babbling on about how he had to go visit his parents and they had had exactly 0 memories of what had happened the night before. They didn't ask about it. Maybe it was for the best not to remember. Even if it was making terror run up their spine just thinking about how they didn't know.

When they saw your shell sticking up on the other side of the table soon followed by your big eyes they managed to let up into a smile. A small pool of warm snail goo came onto the table and they gladly dunked their tired eyes right into it.

"something is always in your control babey” They replied as your message began “You can control whenever the fuck you wanna like smile. or like shoplift. very important! remember that! never lose hope!!" Their voice was much higher than usual.

Their smile went stale as you brought up how to help. They sunk in a little on themself.

"I-" They hesitated "Viv- Virgil making sure we're away from each other for a few days is a good sign isn't it? Maybe he'll change! maybe everything will like go back to normal! He loves me and I love him and-" His threat about killing himself echoed in their mind "And I'm so scared"

They moved a little closer and leant their head against your shell. Just being near you made the deep fog in their mind light up a little for just a moment. For a moment they remembered how Virgil acted even before strangling them. The dismissive silences. The deafening yells. The constant minimizing until they were too afraid to ask something as simple as help in getting out of the shower.

They wondered if there even was a "normal" they wanted to go back to.

"I need a pen" They whispered to you.

Within seconds a pen had appeared in their hand. They scribbled down on the inside of their wrist a few quick words about what you'd just said.

"Sorry I'm like really really stupid right now. Even more stupid than usual. If I don't write it down I'm like def gonna forget" They mumbled this next part to themself "hope...i can have...hope"

They hesitated to write down that they had friends that could help. They put the pen down and looked to you.

"You sure I have friends?....I mean....I mean I know Jannie likes me...but" Their shoulders started to shake "What if Viv is right about them. What if they only want me for- for THAT!? And Remus- I haven't spoken to him for months! What if he's like forgotten about me! Or has stopped giving a shit about me at all! I bet that if I like tried to call him it would be like super awkward and he would wanna hang up like immediately and like avoid me for the rest of forever!! Ugh I've screwed it up! I've lost him haven't I! And-"

They turned to look to the kitchen.

"Well I haven't asked him. I don't know if he counts as a friend yet. I hope he does"

They shook their head and turned back to writing on their skin. A breathe of relief left their lips when they heard you could keep Virgil safe. They wrote that up on their wrist as well.

"Oh babey you don't got a stupid face, and you are good at this I tots promise you that. You feel real safe and like soft even if like 75% of you is like a super hard shell....Sometimes I....Sometimes it's good to hear someone say the quiet parts out loud....like just hearing someone say that Viv....that he hit me.....it makes me feel less like....insane....overemotional...and all that stuff....it makes it.....real.......it has to be real if i leave...If"

Remy reached out and held their hand gently against one of your snail eyes.

"Sweetie I'm sorry to hear 'bout your past. You didn't deserve any of it, that I'm sure of. If you're ever up for like a hug or anything just tell me. I might be a stick but I could probs fit you in my arms"

After you had asked if there was anything you could do to help they thought for a bit.

".....this is probs a stupid thing to ask....but could you somehow make it so one of the doors is lockable?....the bathroom is closest to the exit door so maybe that one? it would help with...with me feeling safe.."

They fumbled with their thumbs a little. It felt so silly to ask these kinds of things.

"And- And oh god you're gonna think I'm so fucking stupid for letting this happen but..but i don't know where like....all of my documents and stuff are.......i don't know where my credit card is.....where the doctor's note i need to take out my meds are.......i think Viv has them somewhere...he said i was unstable and stupid and that it was better if he took care of those kinds of things...I like obviously need that stuff if I'm gonna leave so uhm could you somehow like gather them up? I got a bag hidden in the closet, could you put them in there please?"

They hesitated before saying this last bit.

"Could you...This might be a big thing to ask....But....If I- If I l-leave....could you make sure Viv got therapy? Even if you have to force him there? Please it would...It would make me sleep bet-"

The door to the kitchen swung open and the man who functioned as Remy's dealer came out with a big plate.

"And here they are. All done. My wonderful empanadas"

He was about the same height as Remy but had a broader stature and a normal amount of muscles, making him look like a jacked beast in comparison to them. He had half long strawberry blond hair tied in a lazy ponytail. Light red freckles were scattered all over his face down to his shoulders and his brown eyes bordered on hazel. He had stick and poke tattoos all over his left arm and his clothes constantly smelt like cigarette smoke.

He made Remy scoot over before sitting down on the couch. They immediately curled up against his side and mushed their face against his arm.

"thanks for like coming over to help while Vivs away" They mumbled out.

"It was no bother really"

Remy took one of the empanadas and tried it. They got the urge to spit it out immediately afterwards. "Girl this tastes like shit"

The dealer snickered "Sorry. Seems like I lied about the wonderful part. I learnt the recipe from my ex. She told me they tasted good"

"Then she was a liar"

He moved his hand down to gently stroke his thumb against their cheek "Is the ket helping with the pain?"

"Mhm, thanks"

Surprising exactly no one Remy had gotten attached incredibly quickly to the dealer as soon as Virgil had allowed them to text him whenever they wanted. Only being with their abuser for most days was so isolating that every time the dealer had texted them it had felt like being washed over by a wave of comfort. It reminded them they were a real person and not just Virgil's partner.

Remy let him decide on a movie they could watch while eating. He took some bloody slasher from the 70's and laughed during every killing scene. Meanwhile Remy covered their eyes and cuddled closer to his warm skin to try and hide how they were shaking. He moved his arm around them and played with the loose parts of their hair.

Halfway through the movie he ran out to buy them both some chips and ice cream because neither of them had been able to finish any substantial amount of those horrid empanadas.

The credits were running when Remy let their head rest in his lap. They scratched at his tiny blond beard to annoy him. He just rolled his eyes and let them keep at it.

"Girlie-"

"Do I look like a girlie to you?" He replied "You need prescription contacts"

Remy laughed "I'm just...I'm just wondering bout stuff"

"You becoming a philosopher over here?"

"No. Im just...if I ever had to like leave suddenly...I'm like wondering if you would...If you would be okay with me like staying at your place for a while? I'm just like checking my options"

A soft look came over his face. His lips dragged up into a small smile "Of course I'd let you stay. For however long you want. Though my apartment is kind of a shithole. Just a warning"

"Girl we got rats in the shower here. I ain’t looking for a 5 star hotel"

His brows furrowed just a bit in worry. He let his finger lightly run across the bruise around their neck "Is there any reason you would want to leave?"

It took all of their power to not flinch away "Girl oh my gosh!!! Don't be so like tots silly!!!!" They replied in a forcibly higher pitch "There ain't no reason!!! I'm just like uh I just enjoy sleeping around!! You know me!! Sleeping around in uh people's uh beds!! Y'know my body is like toooottttsss fucked up. I bruise like soooo easilllyyyyyyy. Me and my Vivsie can't do annnnnything interesting in bed without me looking like I was halfway to getting murdered!!"

He didn't look convinced. He only let out a short "Sounds rough"

"It is!!"

He scooted them away again and got up "Actually Remy I've been meaning to give you something"

Remy giggled to themself "Is it a hard cock? JUST Kidding!!! ONly kidding!! I couldn't like help myself. Also I'm high on ketamine"

"You are, exactly. And this thing mixed with ket is great I promise" He went out to the kitchen and got a glass of water. Obviously it wasn’t just a normal glass of water "It isn't dangerous to mix it. I know this kind of stuff so you don't have to worry your pretty little head about it. Okay?"

"Okay"

He sat down close to them and held the glass up to their lips. They put their hand on top of his and met his eyes as they drank. The water tasted weirdly salty, almost bitter.

"It might take a bit to set in" He said as he put the glass aside.

He moved his arm around their shoulders and put on a short horror film while they waited. When Remy started to go numb in his arms and their eyelids started to go down he let them lean their head against his thigh.

"You feeling okay deary?" He asked.

They opened their mouth to respond and this exact slurred mess came out "i gho lekuf fkty"

They shook their head and blinked repeatedly to try and clear their head but somehow the fireworks still going off in their mind had turned hazy and blurred. A fog surrounded them.

"Oh wow. That started acting FAst. You've never been on that before huh"

"i fheel so so blur" Remy managed to get out.

"Mhm. I wasn't lying about letting you stay at my place but I do have some questions. I'll start with the easy one. What's your real name? 'Cause I’m sure 'Remy' isn't"

"....remington" They replied after a few seconds as if they actually had to think about it.

"No. No deary I mean your original name. Your birth name"

Remy stared up at him with a confused look for a long while before slurring out their deadname.

"Thanks deary. That does suit you better. It's such a shame" He ran his hand up and down their arm "You're such a pretty boy"

He ran his hand down to their bruised wrist and held it up to look at the now purple skin.

"You want to tell me why you actually got these bruises?"

Remy's eyes were half closed as they shook their head.

"Oh c'mon deary. I'm only asking because I'm worried. I care about you"

Just trying to think was giving Remy a headache. Their jaw was almost slack as they started to slur out "vivssie virgegil he strangel and he-"

They went on explaining the bruises. Explaining exactly what had happened. Tears went down their cheeks just talking about it but they didn't notice. Until their eyelids turned too heavy to hold open.

--

The birds were singing outside and the sun was blinding by the time Remy woke up. They were so sweaty their body was sticking to the couch and their head felt like it had been filled with cotton. As soon as they even tried to turn their head intense nausea filled their entire throat.

A blanket had been laid over their slightly twitchy body. A bucket had been set right by the couch and on the coffee table was a glass of orange juice along with a sandwich and a note.

Remy saw your snail eyes sticking up right beside the couch and they shone up into a relaxed smile.

"Babey, you're still here. Right we were-"

It felt like a shot of lightning came down into their skull as they tried to remember the previous night. All they could piece together was hazey memories of your conversation and then the dealer stepping into the room. After that everything was just....Blank.

They reached out and took the note. It was sweet and short. Telling them to have a good breakfast and saying sorry for him having to hurry off to work. Lastly there was a short explanation about how Remy had apparently told him about their sleeping problems last night and he'd gotten them some sleeping pills which they hadn't reacted well too. So if they were feeling groggy or nauseous that was why.

Remy pressed the note close to their chest and smiled. When they saw the way you were looking they blushed a little.

"Babey don't look at me like that! I ain't crushing! He's like over 30 which is like right at the edge of the age I could even consider. I'm only enjoying having a friend okay" They weren't lying.

They saw their wrists and the scribbled down notes on it. They froze just a little. Their gaze landed on the door leading out of the apartment. They were all alone. Nothing was stopping them. If they wanted to they could just...leave.

"You can keep Viv safe. You can make sure he stays safe. You can make sure me leaving doesn't break him" They mumbled to themself.

They gritted their teeth together and sat up in the couch.

"Oh but what if- No Viv won't change- But he's trying- But he has hurt me for years- Maybe I can survive through it if I got a locked door to hide behind- I shouldn't have too survive! But I love him!"

Remy crumbled in on themself. Their hands tangled into their hair and they leant forward so their forehead leant on the couch. Tears started to pool at the edges of their eyes.

Angry tears.

"I'm so tired of having to fucking survive! I'm so tired of having to fucking love him!"

They gripped onto their cane and forced themself up on their shaky legs. Every step made whimpers from pain leave their lips. The furious tears rolled down their cheeks.

"I'm so tired of this shitty apartment! I'm so tired of having my cane taken from me! I'm so tired of my actual physical fucking pain being ignored!"

They leant their other arm onto the hallway wall as they forced themself forward.

"I'm so tired of having to drag myself out of the shower! I'm so tired of him treating every single one of his insults like jokes! I'm so tired of him thinking fucking will fix every one of our issues! I'm so tired! I'm so tired! I'm so fucking tired!"

Remy held their hand against the door leading out of the apartment. The wood was cold against their skin. The key was sitting in the lock. All they had to do was turn it and they could leave. Nothing was stopping them. No one was stopping them.

Their breathe stopped in their throat. They couldn’t breathe. It turned into hyperventilating. Their whole body started to shake and they couldn’t breathe! 

"I'm....I'm so weak"

The tears had dried on their cheeks. They leant their forehead against the door and collapsed onto their knees. The cane fell down against the ground behind them.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You- You've all been trying so hard an-and I stay pathetic and weak and I can't even open a door" They banged their forehead against the wood "I can't even open a fucking door!"

Remy moved their arms around themself and closed their eyes as tightly as they could. The hyperventilating didn’t stop.

"I'm so weak and pathetic and stupid and I'm so scared of who am I without him. I'm so scared of not loving him. I'm so scared of leaving him just to discover that Jan- That Rem- That I have no one who loves me left"

Every bruise on their body ached. Their neck ached. They wrists ached. Their cheek ached. Every little fingerprint Virgil had left on them ached.

"My dad abused me. He hit me all my childhood...And now...And now Virgil is...What if I'm just made for this? What if I was born to- to be used- to be some thing people can take their anger out on- What if I leave and- and I end up in another- What if I just keep being abused? What if it doesn't matter if I leave? Maybe Virgil is the best I'll ever get? Maybe people can just instantly tell I'm made for this- what if- What if Janus takes me in and then- and he starts- he uses me as well? There's no end to it. I'm made for it. It doesn't matter. I'm just too weak. I can't do this. I can't. I can't!"

#(remy uses babey completely platonically btw) #the mental image of a snail hard at work sewing is so funny fdhjkhk #thanks for the ask mdude <3 #ask #🐌🕸️ #it feels like the dealer was just veery randomly inserted in here #sorry #it will uhhh make more sense later why hes here??? hopefully

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 15

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TW/SUMMARY: Is bad humour a trigger? Cards against humanity. Loki in the wild. Chaotic Tony, chaotic Reader. Team bonding, a gag chapter lmao

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If someone had bothered to ask me what kind of relationship I had with Tony, it would've made my brain glitch. In the weeks we spent fucking, sciencing and hanging out with the Avengers, it never once crossed my mind. We had fun and it was easy. Unlike both of our lives, it didn't require much mental energy for us to get what we wanted from each other. For me, it was easier to ignore my skin aching for Tony when he was already spending so much time on me. I wasn't sure if it would ever be enough, really, so taking exactly as much as he was giving was my best bet.

We built things in his workshop with Pete by our side and it wasn't awkward. The spiderling said he was happy as long as we were happy and didn't mind it too much when Tony got handsy. The man had at least some morals and stuck to kisses, ass-slaps and lewd comments which made Peter snort and fake-retch sure, yet the boy never displayed any real discomfort. It was endearing. He really became the little brother I never thought I would have.

The sex was fantastic, to say the least. We fucked on just about every flat surface on the residential floors. Steve caught us once, although I am almost hundred percent sure Tony staged it all on purpose. The good Captain didn't even blush, instead just silently closed the door behind him as I stared in his face, gripping Tony's head with my thighs.

The weather grew dreary yet both of my parents still stayed out of New York. Mother went back to Canada and dad continued his never-ending party on the West Coast, conquering California and living his best life. My house was dark and cold, and I started hanging around the tower more often than ever. If I wasn't with Tony, I was busy catching up Wanda and Bucky on pop culture, teaching Thor how to bake cakes and doing other meaningless, domestic stuff. The Avengers tower bustled with life at all hours and there always was someone...

I never felt lonely. It was such an unusual experience. Comfort and reassurance was always one room away. Be it Thor with his gratuitous amount of physical affection or his brother's incredibly witty, dark humor, I never had to stay one-on-one with my thoughts for too long.

Personally witnessing Bruce's coming out of his shell was the highlight of my life, no lie. I was so used to the quiet, mousy Banner that my brain refused to acknowledge his amazing sense of humour at first; I wasn't sure if he was joking or ... Or what? Truth to be told, Brucie-bear was as snarky as Tony,Loki and Stephen. The sorcerer had started visiting more often too, under the guise of tutoring Wanda, but all of us saw the way he lingered in the communal areas after their study time came to an end.

If loneliness was a sickness then the tower's inhabitants and frequent visitors were beginning their recovery journey.

"Have you guys heard about Cards Against Humanity?" I asked one evening once the movie credits began rolling. Wanda was squished into my side with her legs in her brother's lap; Clint laying atop both siblings like the trash bag that he was. And I meant it fondly.

On the other side of me, I had Bucky and Loki, who had begun to discuss their respective collections of sharp and pointy things once they deemed the movie lacked action. Legally Blonde and action, did they really think..? Nevermind.

"Yes, and if you're offering, the answer is yes," Clint mumbled, reaching for his second pack of Cheetos.

We gathered in a circle as I brought the shoebox that had the original deck plus a couple of expansions. This was beginning to look interesting. "So, I have the special Avengers edition right there..."

"Say no more," Clint even abandoned his snacks. "But I'mma put on the episode of Lucifer I missed. Multitasking," He winked, wrestling the remote from Pietro. We waited patiently as they finished the obligatory round of horsing before settling down for the game.

I explained the rules of the game, choosing to disregard Loki's scoffing and Wanda's doubt about the quality of the humor in the game. We played a few rounds with me explaining some of the deeper pop culture references. At a point where all of us were engrossed, laughing and poking fun at each other, more of the Avengers parked themselves on the couch.

Stephen, Tony and Bruce evidently had been sciencing, all three men having had their safety goggles perched forgotten atop their heads. Sam, Natasha and Steve - probably sparring. All three of them brought the smell of soap and laundry detergent to the room. All of the newcomers observed us with mild interest, periodically glance at the TV.

It was Wanda's turn to be the card Czar. I had to take a moment to finish my last giggling fit.

"Okay, the white card goes..." She paused dramatically. "I never truly understood blank until I encountered blank." With that, she poked the timer app on her phone. The sixty second countdown began.

I did a quick inventory check. Then I snorted. I had to quickly stuff two knuckles in my mouth, biting down, to attempt to silence the hysterical fit of laughter I was on the brink of. Loki was definitely going to stab me but the opportunity was too good to pass. No fear, we die like men.

"Ooh, she's got something," Clint teased, having noticed my shaking shoulders.

The timer beeped. Naturally, Loki went first. He wore a mildly disgusted smirk. "I never truly understood parting the red sea until I encountered third base," The trickster caved and began chuckling.

Somewhere behind me, Sam and Tony began cackling while Stephen and Steve groaned loudly in mild distaste.

"Press F to pay respects," Pietro clapped Loki on the shoulder with a sympathetic chuff. "I raise you - I never truly understood licking things to claim as your own until I encountered the clitoris," The young avenger struggled through laughter, followed by everyone else this time.

"That's a keeper, ladies," Sam's rich baritone quipped.

I laughed along, inwardly preparing for the inevitable. "Yikes," I whispered, side-eyeing Loki. "I never truly understood daddy issues..." I trailed off, hearing Bucky and Steve beginning to tease Tony. "... Until I encountered Loki, the trickster God."

The room drowned in a sea of laughter, Tony and Clint busting a gut so hard they fell over. Said trickster God was less than amused, however, glaring in my direction with the force of a pissed off bee swarm.

"Ow, that's cold, Princess, that's just cold," Clint squeezed out.

"Loki," I abandoned my stack of cards, crawling over Pietro and Bucky on all fours, settling prettily on my knees in front of Loki. Making my very best puppy eyes. "I love you, with all my cold black heart. And you're technically the patron saint of fun and shit, so that means you must approve of this very clever joke," I pouted, batting my eyelashes.

"Baby girl, I think you're laying it on too thick," Tony gasped, slumping on the couch, holding his sides. Everyone kept laughing, now at my feeble attempt at placating the upset Loki.

Who, by the way, looked a bit spooked. Subtly but surely, the raven-haired Asgardian leaned away from me.

"Don't be mad, I'm too cute to be mad at," I finally snorted, pat-pat-patting him on the shoulder. "It's okay, you can join my club. We have hot old dudes and cookies."

That broke it. First, the corner of his mouth twitched. Then, Loki looked away. I saw the storm before it crashed; with a weird noise of his own and his cheeks puffed out, Loki joined in on the shit-fest, howling full volume and doubling over. I followed suit, until all of us were writhing around on the floor. We'd stop and then someone would make another remark and it would go into another round again.

"Menace," Loki scoffed at me, smiling. "And for the record, the hottest old dude, as you put it, would be me." That said, he went back to calmly waiting for his next turn. "I'm about a thousand years old."

"Thor's older," Bruce noted thoughtfully.

Loki scoffed. "That man cannot chew with his mouth shut. If that's considered attractive, I'm leaving this forsaken planet."

That struck a thought within me. One that was brewing a long time, to be honest. "Thor is the god of himbos," I said with the same tone as "Eureka!".

"Shit, you're right," Sam exclaimed, following with another, weaker fit of laughter meanwhile Bruce had to be the one explaining the term to the poor, poor, clueless members of the Avengers.

I need to find a way to award them some kind of points for learning the gen-z lingo. "Patrick" stars maybe, since they lived under a fucking rock?

"Princess, never a boring day with you around. You don't half-ass this shit," Tony's warmth reached me as he shuffled around on the couch, sitting directly behind me. I leaned my back against his legs.

"I'm not a clown," I shot back. Tony stiffened. Dramatically flailing my hand I announced: "I am the whole god-damn circus!"

As the game progressed, we found out that Clint was That Guy - meaning, the dude every CAH group had, the one who grossly overused the "Bees?!" card and made Star Wars references whenever humanly possible. The only even slightly funny joke was about a lightsaber up the ass, in the end all of us finding out that Bucky knew a little too much about modern sex toys - "Hey, I saw one on Amazon, I'll send you the link, Birdman" - to Steve's open-mouthed horror.

What Loki lacked in references he made up in wit. The play on "During sex, I like to think about genetically engineered supersoldiers" had Bucky scrambling to switch places with Wanda whilst Loki himself was attempting to shoot bedroom eyes at Steve. It was a mess.

Bucky's own play had Steve abandon all pretense at being in any way appropriate as he struggled for air. "The Avengers new rules prohibit using Mjölnir as a dildo." Me and Tony became somewhat of a messy guffawing octopus of limbs for a moment after the super-soldier said it.

"Don't. Tell. Thor!" Strange gritted out, hiding his laughter behind a palm, uncharacteristically having lost his stuffy attitude. By god's will the man was attractive when he smiled.

As time ticked, each one of the starting players had attracted a newcomer. There weren't enough cards for everyone to play (Tony had, of course, ordered additional ones but they wouldn't arrive until the next day) so people kind of whispered and pointed at what they thought would fit.

Natasha conspired with Wanda, Sam went to his bird-bro, Bruce was forcefully dragged by Bucky to his side. Surprisingly, Steve teamed up with Loki which made Pietro stick his nose up in the air and promptly declare he needed no backup.

I already had Tony on my side. The genius wasn't of much help, however, he simply annoyed me out of my skull by randomly giggling and making immature jokes. It should've alarmed me that Stephen was eager to join me and Tony - usually he just butted heads with anyone who had any opinion whatsoever.

I was left bewildered upon discovering the wizard liked drama as much as the Kardashian clan and was quite competitive at causing the most shit.

My clown crown felt threatened.

"This one," Tony poked at a card in my hand.

"If you think that's funny, your intellect is obviously overestimated." Stephen dismissively waved a hand. "This one," It was unmistakable whom the trembling finger belonged to. It pointed at a card on the other side.

"Wizards are just hilarious," Tony seeped sarcasm.

"Try me, Beyonce," Stephen murmured darkly.

That was just background noise to me. I had all my undivided attention on the TV, my last two functioning brain cells focused on the scene unfolding right in front of me. The Lucifer episode, the devil and his insatiable thirst for honey. The timer buzzed but I was still drawn towards Tom Ellis dipping two of his fingers first in the honeypot, then in his mouth, all the while looking like a damn snack himself. Illegal. I've never simped so hard for a fictional character.

A golden glow snatched a card out of my grasp, levitating it.

"Girl, what the hell?" Wanda saw my face and attempted to revert me back to earth. "Someone turn off the TV, there's not enough water in the tower to quench her thirst."

"Hey, did you two just - don't ignore me!" Tony whined, managing to tug on my hair and attempt to reach for the card now held in Stephen's grasp, simultaneously.

"I don't blame her," Clint mused. "That right there is one very fine dude."

I shook my head, clearing any untoward thoughts. Focus. "First of all, Bird, you're a dude. That there," I pointed up at the TV. "Is a man. A Man." I emphasised, getting a jealous poke in the back from Tony. "Second of all..." I turned towards Stephen. "The quaffle, the snitch and the AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH!" The last of my sentence was pitched. The sorcerer had raised his arm, clutching the card, and I struggled to reach it.

"What... What did you just say?" Stephen was laughing, not at all phased by me climbing him like a tree to take hold of what's mine. Tony was actively helping - or, trying to. One-handed. The other hand attempted to snatch the rest of the cards from my grasp.

"And that's an F on teamwork," Bucky's sarcasm was complemented by Steve's famous Captain America Is Disappointed In You look.

"Uhh... Guys? What's going on?" Peter's timid voice leaked confusion.

"Hello, friends," Thor boomed, drowning out the boy's questioning noises.

"We're playing a game. Cards Against Humanity."

Wordlessly, Peter towed Thor along with him to find a spot amongst us. And even if Thor didn't get any of the references, he still was good fun. His laugh was infectious. The way he cheered for every winner was incredibly wholesome. Golden space puppy. The urge to immediately pet Thor and give him endless pop-tarts was strong in me.

Loki was one dramatic, vengeful bitch. "Women get turned on by the Devil himself"? I was ready to throw hands with the trickster. Everybody's laughter drowned out any cursing I might or might have not directed towards Loki who looked far too satisfied with himself. I was going to substitute the sugar for his tea with salt one day, mark my words.

I wouldn't admit it over my dead body, but the way he got back at me for the daddy issues joke was kinda funny. Okay, very funny. It was fucking hilarious. I admire a clever man.

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[words-with-kyle]

Welcome!

Hi! Welcome to Kyle’s blog! This is an admin post to let you know some stuff! I really hope you enjoy this blog, I made it to try and cheer myself up a bit and so far it’s working!

I had to remake this blog after Tumblr glitched @words-with-kyle-old out so if you were following me there, I'm now here!

(Also a side note, I’m modelling this post after @askjamespatrickmarch’s because their welcome post is laid out really good-)

Tags

I’m gonna add to the tags as more get used! If you need me to tag something because it’s triggering then I am more than happy to, I will tag all triggers as #tw *trigger* (example: #tw death)

NSFW - I’m not the best judge at whether something is NSFW or just bordering it, so if something is remotely uh… sexy time 18+… I will tag it as #NSFW

Admin - Any admin posts (posts out of character) will be tagged as #Admin ! I also sometimes talk in the tags of posts, which I do in brackets.

Headcanons With Kyle - Posts about my personal headcanons for my Kyle!

Interacting With Kyle

I don’t really have any objections to what you send to Kyle! I answer pretty much every ask the blog gets, although maybe try and keep traumatising Kyle to a minimum? Poor boy’s going through so many rabbits because anons keep murdering them :(

Kyle's Relationships

Here you can find all the relationships Kyle has with other blogs! (Kyle’s getting a family y'all!)

@learning-with-zoe - Kyle’s fiancée/soulmate

@i-prepare-for-the-noble-war - Kyle’s dad

@sunshine-harmon - Kyle’s mom

@quicksilver-babey - Kyle’s grandmother

Kyle's Pets

Here are all of Kyle’s pets! For reasons, they are invincible and cannot die, so anons stay away from them!

Rock Zoe - A rock Kyle found when he was outside, he thought it was pretty and named it after the prettiest thing Kyle could think of. (Kyle’s first pet! :D)

Cooki - A white bunny rabbit. One of Kyle’s favourite sayings is bunny! hop hop hop! so Zoe got him a bunny of his own. Named after his favourite thing besides Zoe (cookies)

Cupcake - A baby panda. Stephanie (@0imawitch0) took Kyle to the zoo, and then proceeded to steal two panda cubs, one of which went to Kyle. He then gave it to Zoe as a present, but he still looks after it.

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[paradox-psyc-hoe-sis]

Remus Lupin dating a hufflepuff would include...

Remus lupin x hufflepuff!reader, the marauders x platonic reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: no smut but talk of sexy times (sfw)

A/N: I'm back, babey! Recently took a smol hiatus but I'm back and better than ever. Here are some headcanons of what life would be like dating young Remus Lupin as a hufflepuff; I might do something similar with the different houses and the other marauders, but idk yet. As per usual, if you want a request then by all means shoot me a message! I write for the umbrella academy, marvel and Harry Potter so feel free to request anything :)) - Aphrodite

(Also I'm sorry I didn't spell check this, please forgive me)

• Every moment between you two was adorable!

• Being the semi-traditionalists that you were, it was a mutual agreement to take things slow and steady. But Remus was so infatuated with you - and you with him - that neither could deny the ever growing spark you shared.

• He'd always invite you on study dates in the library every Saturday, but most of the time it was just an excuse to see more of you.

• You'd always bring along a snack from the kitchens to the library, a different pastry or bake every week.

• "Guess who brought muffins!!!"

• When you aren't looking, he likes to leave cute messages on post it notes and hide them in your bag or throughout your books.

• "The only thing sweeter than those muffins is you, my love"

• You totally know when he does it, you've caught him a few times.

• However, you like to return the favour.

• "Maybe next time we 'study', you can let me Slytherin to your arms for cuddles"

• He loves the puns you make. Despite always being followed by an eye roll, he really does love them.

• He keeps all his notes from you in his bedside table and will read them after a particularly rough full moon 🥺

• Obviously, Remus was terrified to tell you his secret, but it went less dramatically than he thought it would.

• When you acted so truly selfless and reassured him that you'd be there for him no matter what, it really made him tear up. You promised to always be there after every full moon.

• You two can always be found cuddling in the gryffindor dormitories, 24/7.

• When you have a free period or a day free from studying, Remus will sneak you past the common room and into the dorms, where you'll just lay in his bed. All day.

• He's definitely the big spoon, he loves to hold you as tight as he can. But sometimes you'll lay your head on his chest, facing the ceiling, and he'll run his fingers through your hair.

• The boy is a human radiator, so you could practically hug him and his warmth all day long.

• One time you slept over with the rest of the marauders, and upon waking up, realised you had started your period. On Remus's sheets.

• "Hey, it's alright. I know this stuff happens, let's get you cleaned up."

• He was so mature about it all that you probably fell in love there and then.

• While you had a shower and changed the sheets, he went to Hogsmeade with James to get you some pads and snacks.

• Not needing a heating pad because he's just so damn warm gosh darn it

• While you and Remus were growing closer, you had an unexpected friendship with Sirius.

• I say unexpected, as when you first met you were positive he'd be trouble.

• "Moony, you never told me you were dating a hufflepuff! What a cute little cupcake she is." (Delivered with a wink)

• Let's just say, you may or may not have threatened to "shave off your pretty little locks if you call me a cupcake again."

• Although, this rivalry soon turned into friendship when you realised your senses of humour were identical.

• When Remus is busy and can't hang out with you, Sirius will take you to hogsmeade or play a game of chess to pass the time.

• Funnily enough, Sirius became oddly protective of you, letting Remus know that if he ever hurt you he'd be dead.

• Remus was always calling you a cute name, despite the circumstance.

• His favourite things to call you were babe, sweetheart, love, and snickerdoodle.

• You just stuck with calling him Remy, Moony, or honey (he'd never admit it, but he loves when you call him 'honeybuns')

• Remus is smart, and so are you. But when you're together, you share half a braincell.

• He's literally such a dumbass.

• "Babe, do you think toads can sense fear?"

• Cue you looking into the camera like Jim in the office.

• Whenever somebody tries to make any comments about Remus being a werewolf you are the first person to defend him.

• Nobody was afraid of you lashing out because you're "just a harmless hufflepuff". Their opinions changed when you punched a Slytherin prefect in the face for calling Remus a monster.

• At night, you'll both sneak out of the common rooms and meet in the kitchens for midnight snacks.

• You making some tea, and him eating some chocolate while talking to the house elves.

• You were always the best in your year at herbology, Remus however didn't stand a chance. He wasn't terrible at it, but certainly needed your help during lessons.

• "Y/n...what in God's name is that!?"

"...babe that's a celery."

• The summer between fourth and fifth year, he had the worlds biggest growth spurt.

• He was a little bit taller than you before, but when you returned to school for fifth year, he towered over you like a half-giant.

• This means that you could steal his fuzzy jumpers with them falling down to your knees.

• Sleepovers at the gryffindor dorms were a common occasion, but sometimes Remus would come to your common room late at night to have a dance party.

• Quietly playing the mixtape he made for you while you both danced around the area.

• You both had your first kiss towards the middle of fifth year, almost a year and a half after you first started dating.

• Remus came top of the class on an important DADA test. When he told you, you instinctively kissed him.

• You pulled away almost straight after, apologising for not asking for consent. Before you could say another word, he pulled you closer to him and placed another kiss on your lips, running a hand through the back of you hair.

• When you broke apart, you rested your forehead in the crook of his neck as he whispered in your ear.

• "I love you, y/n."

"I love you more, Remus."

• He wasn't really a big fan of PDA, but would happily do whatever you wanted.

• When the marauders were planning a prank, Remus made sure you were as far away from the action as possible.

• "What if we get y/n to be the bait? She could get-"

"James, there is no way y/n is going to jump into the great lake with weights ties to her ankles."

• You both did it for the first time near Christmas of sixth year.

• Peter was long gone home. James and Sirius had both left that morning to go back to the Potter's, offering you both a place to stay for the holidays. However, you were both happy to get some alone time.

• In the evening, he lit candles in the dorm and did cute stuff like that.

• He was so so nervous, but was still a gentlemen through and through, always asking if you're comfortable and making sure what he's doing is okay.

• It was really sweet, and both of you were really happy afterwards.

• Sometimes you'd share a bath with him in the prefects bathroom. The rest of the marauders always joked about how there'd be a bit more than bathing involved, but they were wrong.

• When you would share a bath, Remus would bring a book and read to you, doing silly voices for each of the characters just to see you smile. Neither of you ever did the Devil's Tango in the prefects bath, as it was always just for a nice relax.

• Speaking of books, Remus was always reading one. Sometimes you'd cuddle up next to him while he read, and he'd quietly read each line.

• Sometimes you'd do the same, reciting small poems from muggle books.

• He never told you, but after you had your first kiss his boggart changed. It changed from the moon to himself as a werewolf, holding your dead body.

• Gruesome, he knew, but it was significant to him.

• Along with his boggart changing, your patronus changed. In your third year you learned how to conjure a patronus, and yours was a porcupine. Yet in your sixth year, you discovered it to be a werewolf.

• Remus full on cried happy tears when he found out.

• After the worst full moon yet, Remus ended up in the hospital wing for 5 days. He was found unconscious, and woke up 2 days later to see you and Madam Pomfrey by his side.

• You took notes for him in class, brought him a few new books and bars of chocolate, and spent every free moment in the hospital wing with him.

• He had three long slashes across his face when you found him in the shrieking shack, yet he looked so calmly asleep.

• "When you told me you wanted to start having lie-ins, I didn't think you'd sleep for two days straight."

• You were the first person he wanted to see after such a terrible night, and despite your jokes, he was so grateful to have you next to him.

• "I hope you're not going to break up with me now that I'm ugly."

"You? Ugly? How could you ever think such a thing?"

• On valentines day, he enlisted the help of the marauders to make things perfect.

• After a date at Madam Puddifoots, you returned to Remus's dorm to a beautiful view.

• Fairy lights were strung along the bed frames, rose petals in a trail along the floor, your favourite scented candles burning on the bedside tables, and a teddy bear bigger than your entire body sat on Remus's bed.

• Turning around to face your boyfriend, you saw that he held 3 boxes wrapped in red paper.

• "Happy valentines day, m'love"

• Placing the gifts on the bed closest to him, he picked you up and wrapped you in a bear hug.

• You crocheted him a jumper in his house colours and got him a leather bound copy of his favourite book.

• He made you a bar of chocolate with your favourite flavours, bought you a chunky cardigan that he knew you wanted, and placed a painted, small wooden box in your hands.

• "Open the box, love." He stated with a smile. He seemed a little nervous, but eased up as he saw you smile.

• Inside the box was two aeroplane tickets to Paris.

• "It's not much, but I was wondering if you'd come with me this summer?"

• This was followed by a lot of happy screams, to say the least.

• When quidditch season came around, you both loved to support the other's house.

• You'd sport Remus's red and yellow jumpers when gryffindor was playing, and he would go all out with yellow and black spirit when it was a hufflepuff match.

• However, when it was hufflepuff against gryffindor things got way too competitive.

• You didn't speak to Remus for a week after gryffindor won.

• "Come on babe, just talk to me! I didn't mean it when I said that hufflepuffs are as good at quidditch as they are at their owls!"

• Professor Mcgonagall didn't really know much about you, being from a different house and all, but she saw how much Remus changed being with you.

• He seemed really well taken care of, and for once he was unconditionally happy.

• After dinner one night, Mcgonagall asked to see you in her office.

• "I just wanted to say thank you for taking such good care of Mr Lupin. It may be unprofessional for me to see him as a son, but I do, and I'm grateful that he has someone like you to support him."

• From that moment forward, she saw you as a daughter, and invited you to have tea with her every week.

• You didn't know it, but every full moon she'd add 50 points to hufflepuff, she could never thank you enough for looking after Remus.

• After you both graduated, you almost immediately moved in with each other.

• With the help of James and Lily, you bought a small cottage a few hours away from hogwarts.

• Every other wednesday, Sirius and Lily come around for a girls night while Remus and James catch up.

• A few months after you moved in together, Remus realised what he wanted, and for once he wasn't afraid to ask for it.

• It was a beautiful Saturday evening, the sky was purple from the sunset. Both of you were sat on the porch swing in your back garden, surrounded by magical plants and flowers, when he got down on one knee.

• "Y/n y/l/n, I've loved you since the day we met. I couldn't wish for anyone better than you, and it would be my dream to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

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[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Superheroes with Secrets: Control Over Her (Fic part 31) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

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‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby ‘The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

Notes: The story is set in 2001, which would make Helms 27 and Kirby 31. This story also blends Kayfabe and Reality. Certain people speak in different colours, Mainly: Helms is Green. Kirby is Orange. Kane is Red. Undertaker is Purple. Big Show is Blue.

Other members of the BSK are also in purple.

Other women are in Pink.

"And what if we have triplets?"

"Don't jinx my loins, boy."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He grins.

Kirby pulls out the top desk drawer, sliding the picture into it before closing the drawer and finishing her meal.

"...I might dream of it a little."

"Don't, or I'll bite you." Kirby whispers as she finishes the last bite.

"Promise?"

"I'll bite your dick, Helms." Kirby states as she gets up to take her plate downstairs.

Helms winces at the thought and crosses his legs. Kirby smirks as she grabs his plate and heads off to pit them in either the sink or dishwasher.

"You wouldn't really bite my dick, would you?"

"I wouldn't actually bite your dick, maybe nip at your neck a bit too hard, but I'd never bite your dick." Kirby explains.

"That makes me feel better, thank you."

Kirby decides to take a trip, alone, down to the lake, "Helms, babey, I'm gonna step out for a bit, if anyone needs me, yell." She states, putting on her sneakers and a jacket before slipping out the back door and heading to the lake.

"I'll do plenty of yelling, don't worry."

Kirby walks down to the lake, sitting beside the lake and petting the frogs, picking up the ones that approach her and giving them small pats on the head before putting them back on the grass next to the lake. Although she may be big, the tiny little frogs love her just as much as she loves them. She's named every one of them after gothic characters, like one frog is named Fester, another is Lydia after Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice. She's like a big, safe log to them. She could and probably would stay out there all night until the dawn of the next day, she forgets about the rest of the world. As much as she loves her little green guys, there's another little green guy who needs her a lot more at the ranch house.

Kirby looks at her froggie friends and says, "I gotta go sleep my buds, see you tomorrow." And gets up to go back inside.

They each seem to croak a quiet goodbye.

Kirby manages to sneak up behind Helms and put her arms around his waist, "bonjour, mon ange."

He nearly squeaks before he lights up and wraps his arms around her happily.

"I love you." Kirby whispers.

"I love you too. Missed you on your voyage."

"I went and spoke with Fester, and Lydia, and Jason, and the tadpoles."

"Your frogs?"

"Yeah, Jason has the lightest face, so he kinda looks like he's wearing a mask, Fester has dark spots around his eyes and the second lightest head and Lydia has the darkest colouring out of the three." Kirby explains.

"Hope to meet them someday."

"You can meet them now if you want."

"Isn't it getting a bit dark out?"

"Oh ... yeah, I guess I better lock up and go to bed."

"Not without me, you're not."

"You want to come with me, to lock up the gates and everythin'?"

"I just want to be with you, no matter what we do."

"I guess this will eventually be both my home and yours, it's uh, huh... it's a bit of a weird but good feeling, knowing that even though dad's not around to share the house with, I have you instead, the first man to be a constant loving presence in my life since dad died." Kirby murmurs, wiping away tears from her eyes and heading to the front door to go lock up the main gate, Helms following close behind.

"It's an honour to fulfil that role."

Kirby locks the main gate and walks up to the secondary gate, making sure Helms is with her. Secretly, he did have a bit of an ulterior motive of going out to help her. On the off chance Erik had snuck his way out of jail, he wants to be there for protection.

"Helms, you alright babe, you seem awfully worried about something." Kirby whispers as she walks past him to the house.

"It's just been a long, very exciting day."

Kirby smirks as she hoists Helms over her shoulder and walks back to the house, "mind ya head, babe."

"Consider it minded." He grins, the butterflies he gets from her showing off her strength always making him a little dopey.

Kirby gets inside the house and puts Helms' feet on the floor, kissing his forehead after standing up and then turning around to lock the front door.

"Have I mentioned lately that you're perfect?"

"Yes, but I love hearing you say it, so I'm not gonna stop you." Kirby whispers, getting the key for the back door out of her jacket pocket.

"You're perfect. There's not a thing I would change about you."

"You're also perfect, mon ange." Kirby says, walking to the backdoor and locking it, bending down next to the door to remove her shoes.

Helms gives her butt a gentle pat. "Not as perfect as this tookus"

"Helms, if you're going to get horny over my ass, at least grab it or something" Kirby teases.

"Wanted to give you a gentlemanly pat before I got rude." He grins.

Kirby flips her hair back as she stands up, "oh really?" She teases as she messes with her hair.

"Of course. What kind of man would I be if I started with this?" He gives a much more firm slap. Almost like a spanking.

Kirby half-squeaks half-moans.

"Had to get you warmed up before I did that."

Kirby bites her bottom lip, "you should do that more often" she whispers.

"Oh yeah? This?" He grins, giving another smack.

Kirby struggles to hold back a moan, a mix between pleasure, desire and a little pain.

"Goddamn this is a nice ass."

"You like it?" Kirby questions teasingly.

"Absolutely adore it."

"Do you wanna spank me, Hero?" Kirby teases.

"Think I do, yeah. Wanna lay a claim over this ass"

"Well then, Hurricane, spank me, I'm all yours."

"Let's get up to a private room."

Kirby kisses Helms, rushing upstairs and taking down the poster of her father, whispering a small, "sorry dad, don't want you watching this" as she rolls the poster and puts it next to her desk.

"Good call." Helms nods, nearly dragging her back to the bed in excitement.

"Spank me like you own me." Kirby whispers, just as excited as Helms.

"Pants down and over my knee." He smirks, patting his lap.

Kirby pulls down her pants and gets into position for Helms. He rubs his palm over her ass lightly before smacking far harder than he had been. Kirby lets out a small yelp, moaning out Helms' name after she gets her breath back.

"If I get too rough, tell me, okay?" he whispers, his voice gentle.

"I absolutely will." She whispers back.

"Good." He smacks again hard, leaving a light pink handprint.

Kirby moans, but she's not gonna stop him any time soon.

"Good girl. Like when I spank you like this?" He purrs, grinning.

"Helms, I love it." Kirby whispers, her breathing heavy and ragged out of excitement and lust.

"Like when I mark you up like this, do you?"

"Fuck ... yes" Kirby whispers.

"Good. Cause you're all mine, sweetheart."

"Helms, can ... can I make... a request?"

"Anything, honey."

"Bend me over the bed ... fuck me from behind, not anal, but from behind." Kirby murmurs.

"I think I can make that happen."

Kirby lifts herself off Helms' lap, rubbing at the pink palm prints left on her ass. He takes that opportunity to strip down as he watches her touch over the mark. Kirby gets over the bed, swaying her ass slightly as she gets down on her elbows over the bed. Helms kisses down her spine before lining himself up and sliding in. Kirby moans his name as he slides inside her.

"God, this does feel good..."

"Faster, please" Kirby whispers.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please ... I like it when you're fast and rough." Kirby murmurs.

"Your wish is my command." He grins.

Kirby's breath hitches slightly as Helms starts going faster, pumping into her. The bed only starts creaking when he's fucking her like he's trying to destroy her. Kirby buries her face in the bed and she cums, her knees giving up slightly. Helms holds her up as best as he can, groaning loudly as he fills her. Kirby shakily gets up to her feet after Helms pulls out and gets dressed, pulling Helms into a heated kiss.

"Wasn't too rough, was I?"

"That was perfect, absolutely fucking perfect."

"So are you."

"I'm so fucking tired, I'm gonna get cleaned up and then sleep."

"Definitely gonna join you."

"I'm not gonna stop you, Hero." Kirby whispers, kissing him before heading to the shower.

"Good." He laughs, following her in.

Kirby is actually focusing on getting clean, bending over in the bath/shower right in front of Helms as he gets in the shower. Kirby is basically face to 'face' with Helms' crotch.

"How on earth is everything you do so pretty?"

"I don't know what you mean, mon ange."

"Even just cleaning yourself. All I want to do is kiss you."

"Helms, you are my fiancé, you always want to kiss me, don't you?"

"Only every moment of my existence."

"See, I always want to pin you against the wall and kiss you, rough you up a little, pick you up and... well, you know." Kirby blushes.

"Mm, you wanna rough me up a little?"

"What can I say, I like having rough sex with you."

"So do I. Getting all intense like that... it's hot."

Kirby looks up at Helms, quickly realizing that his cock is right in front of her face and blushing a deep red.

"So is when you get all blushy."

"I didn't realise how small the space is in here..." Kirby murmurs.

"Maybe I'm just standing really close. This is a shower built for giants, Hon."

"Correct, yes, but your dick is in my face and you know I'm not easily tempted" Kirby jokes.

"Are you tempted now?"

"Don't you dare" Kirby states, looking up at Helms' face, blushing and trying her hardest to focus on cleaning herself.

"If you had a dick, I'd suck yours, just saying." He shrugs.

"Helms, don't tempt me." Kirby whispers, kissing just under his belly button.

He whimpers in quiet pleasure. "But you're so tempting."

Kirby kisses down to his crotch, getting on her knees in front of him and kissing around his dick.

"And a tease, apparently."

Kirby giggles as she continues to tease him, kissing his inner thighs. He's getting almost painfully hard from how close her lips are. Kirby nips at his thighs, running her fingers up the back of his legs, softly scratching his skin.

"Please... fuck, touch me or something..."

Kirby smirks as she licks his dick, from base to tip before slipping the tip into her mouth. Helms groans loudly, needing to lean against the wall of the shower. Kirby pulls away, trying to make him riled up enough to make her suck him off, she kisses his lower stomach and nips at his flesh.

"Goddamn, I need my cock in your mouth..."

Kirby looks up at Helms and kisses his thigh, "what happens if I don't put your cock in my mouth?" She teases.

"Well, if I were a respectful man, I'd pout... but I don't think you want me to be respectful."

"I know deep down you're a bad boy, Hurricane." Kirby teases as she nips at his flesh.

"As long as you know that if I'm ever too violent, you can tell me to stop."

"Agreed." Kirby whispers against his flesh.

"Good." He tangles his fingers into her hair and pulls her close, almost choking her with his cock.

Kirby rapidly taps on his thigh, trying to convey the message, 'too deep' to him. He pulls back a little, but only enough for her to breathe properly.

#Kirby Roussimoff #Shane Hurricane Helms #Blacklight Bandit #Orange and green - the perfect team #Superheroes with Secrets

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Writing request... perhaps Demon Ethan and Lex making out/cuddling? I'm a ho for your Demon Ethan AU we all been knew 👀👀👀 thank you 🥰

HAPPY FUCKGIN BIRTHDAY BABEY! This one’s for YOU!! I can’t resist writing these two idiots... ever. Wrote the makeout session (despite having Zero experience), so you Better enjoy 3k words of bullshit. 

From what little Lex had managed to put together about the reality of being in a relationship with a creature from the depths of hell, she was fairly certain there were worse demons she could’ve been snuggled up on the couch with.

Not that she would’ve snuggled up with any worse demons— she’d probably whip out the salt and the bible her mother kept somewhere under the liquor cabinet at warp fucking speed if any of them tried it— but the point still held steady as far as she was concerned.

Not that she was concerned about much at this point. It was Ethan’s doing, really.

Bastard.

It was like he was trying to be adorable on purpose, which just wasn’t fucking fair. Like. At all.

Wrapped up in a gentle embrace, from where she lay on her back, Lex couldn’t exactly see the demon in his entirety— but that didn’t exactly matter to her. After all, she could feel him all around her. To anybody else, it would’ve been terrifying— helpless with a demon’s chin on their shoulder and the feeling of breath on their neck— but Lex Foster was hardly anybody else.

After all, this was just Ethan.

With every breath he took, his chest rose and fell beneath her. His arms were slung casually around her middle from behind. His tail— god, that fucking stupid cartoon-devil tail— was wrapped neatly around her ankle, the end of it flicking contentedly back and forth, and when Lex shifted her weight, a sharp set of claws moved with the utmost caution across her ribs and brushed up against her hands.

A low noise resonated through the air. A growl.

A demon growling wasn’t normally something to be taken lightly. The noise was nothing short of bone chilling— a lingering threat that there was a monster that possessed unthinkable power keeping her pinned in place, reminding her that no matter what happened, she was still inevitably in the clutches of—

Oh, who the hell was she kidding?

Stretching slightly before settling back down, a snicker pulled from her in response to the disgruntled noise. “‘M not getting up,” she reassured as the wings she could see out of her peripheral vision threatened to fold over her. “Believe me, it’s been a long as hell day— I’m staying right the fuck here.”

“Good.”

The arms around her middle pulled her a little closer against him— close enough that the sensation of him breathing was even more noticeable— and those wings fluttering on the edges of her vision curled inward just enough to cover her legs.

“...you’re warm...” He added after a moment’s pause, his chin coming to rest on the crook of her neck.

Lex huffed in response. “You’re basically a human space heater,” she grumbled in mock annoyance, “so it’d be hard not to be—“

His grip on her tightened, turning her words into a startled yelp as he changed positions abruptly. The wings curled around her rustled momentarily, the tail practically knotted around her leg like some sort of anklet squeezing at her with a little more pressure.

“I ain’t human anymore! We’ve been over this.” There was an almost whining lilt in his voice when he spoke, though it was clearly playful in nature. “Last I checked, humans don’t have wings... or tails, or—“

There was a pause, followed by a grunt— his arms momentarily uncurling to brace himself against the cushions— before a pair of sharp, hardened points lightly butted against her back. “—those,” he finished.

Lex hummed softly in response. “Right,” she agreed, bringing her hand down to fiddle with his claws— how the fuck is he always so careful with these?— she found herself biting back a grin.

It was a struggle to keep her tone disinterested. Gaze fixed firmly on the dingy ceiling, Lex inclined her head to press her cheek against his.

“...which makes you inhumanly horny.”

An offended scoff wound up from his throat— his chest bouncing beneath her. “Hey,” he huffed, “not all the time—”

His protests were cut short by Lex flipping over abruptly— hands pressing down against the membranes of his wings under his arms. 

And there he was. 

There he was, with those blue-gray eyes fixated on her. With his hair falling messily across his forehead in a nest of curls that were usually styled back with what had to be six tins of hair gel. His pupils were rounded— large like those of a contented cat— and as he raised his eyebrows and shifted under where she’d unceremoniously pinned him, Lex raised a hand and flicked one of the short, sharp horns curling up from his skull. 

“I don’t see you getting rid of those anytime soon,” she remarked, unable to keep a smug lilt out of her voice upon realizing that his cheeks had darkened despite the playful scowl on his face.

“I thought you said they were cute…” 

Fuck.

Ducking her head to hide her blush, Lex gave a small cough. “I said they were annoying.” Again, she pressed her fingers against one of his horns— the one on the right— though this time, she curled her hand around it and lightly trailed her fingers down to the base of it, scratching lightly. 

His breath hitched. 

A moment of silence fell between them before she dragged her nails through his scalp, and instantaneously, it was broken by a low, thundering purr that made Lex snicker. As much as he was supposed to be some terrifying creature, it was pretty easy to turn him into putty— the easiest way coming in the form of scratching the base of his horns. 

Her fingers fiddled with his curls. 

“Because they turn you into a fucking lawnmower,” she finished, the familiar, vibrations that came with the noise enough to make her relax a little more against him— her ribcage buzzing in a way that made her feel warm all over. 

When he spoke, his voice was a little slurred, purrs— demons fucking purr, god, he’s such a dork— interfering with his words, causing them to jumble together. “...a cute lawnmower though, right?” He asked, head tilting slightly. 

In that moment, she knew her answer should’ve been a soft yes. 

His hair was fluffed in a way that made her want nothing more than to play with it, his lips parted slightly in the wake of his question— sharp fangs adding a contrast to the softness of his expression— and when he blinked, his pupils seemed to expand even further. 

A yes would’ve been the truth. 

Humming softly, Lex carefully laid herself down on top of him, freeing up her other hand to lightly skirt along his jawline. “...I’ll think about it,” she murmured, unable to keep a teasing look from flitting across her face when he leaned his head against her hand and gave an offended noise. 

“You’ll think about it?” He echoed, wings rustling as they slid into place over her back like a secondary embrace. 

Maybe living blanket was a better term for what he was. The folds of his wings settled neatly over her— surrounding her in his hold as she cocked her head— face inches from his own. When he was this close, it was easy to pick out the little differences in his features from the ones he would’ve had if he were human. 

His mouth extended a little more on either side to accommodate his fangs. His skin was fair despite the fact that logically, he should’ve looked like a fucking zombie, and when he swiped his tongue over his lips, the end of it was broken into two points. 

She shifted her weight slightly. “Would you rather I just told you—”

“That I’m your favourite?” He finished for her, earning a sharp laugh in response. His crooked grin widened in return— and without a moment’s hesitation, he pulled Lex closer against himself. “Takin’ that as a yes.” 

“It’s possible.”

His tail flicked, tickling the back of her leg in a way that made her instinctively bend her knee. “I ain’t hearin’ no, Lexie.” 

She managed to hold her fake scowl for about three seconds. It was a futile attempt, really— with him looking up at her like that, that cocky look in his eyes turning soft when she lightly scratched the skin just under his ear, behind his jaw. 

The rumbling from his chest grew louder, filling her head with a pleasant emptiness. 

These were the moments where it was easy to fall in love all over agian— the moments that she stored away in the back of her mind and treasured there, pulling them out when shit went sideways. It was there with the memories of sitting on the roof of a weatherbeaten jalopy and staring up at the stars— the only good part of living on an island. It was there with memories of cigarette smoke and lazy mornings, there with stolen glances and tender kisses and promises of forever… 

Looking down at his contented face as his eyes fluttered closed, Lex felt the warmth that had settled in her chest growing. 

God, since when had she become such a fucking sap? 

Yet another thing she could blame Ethan fucking Green for. 

Pulling her hands off his head, Lex ignored the little groan of protest that tugged from his throat in favour of locking her fingers together on the back of his neck and leaning in slowly. 

In the instant their lips connected, she couldn’t help but think that this was right. The kiss was gentle, a slow brush that changed to a press, then to a proper connection between them that left her shifting her grip to clutch the lapels of his jacket. She could feel his hands moving, claws lightly brushing against her sides and causing her to hum into the kiss even as she pulled away to breathe, breathing in the smell of worn leather and cheap cigarettes— the smell of home that had always been a part of him, right from the start. 

His wings pressed a little tighter against her back. His chin angled upward, and although he didn’t say a word, the absolutely whipped expression on his face spoke volumes. 

Lex didn’t resist. 

Kissing Ethan was never like fireworks— not right away, anyway, no— it was more the lit fuse, slowly burning brighter and brighter until—

His tongue slipped into her mouth. 

—sparks shot through the back of her mind. 

The kiss deepened, turning hungrier— needier. Their noses bumped together. His fangs clacked against her teeth as she returned the favour, drawing a shaky breath from him as reward. Her hands roamed, slipping under his jacket and skirting hesitantly across the fabric of his shirt— his own moving to squeeze her shoulderblades. The two moved in tandem, falling into a rhythm— the warm feeling in the back of Lex’s mind changing from fireworks to a steady fire that made her lean farther into it, looking for more yet wanting nothing to change, wanting time to slow down or freeze entirely. 

Her eyes fluttered closed. 

She could almost believe time had stopped, if it weren’t for the steadily building ache in her lungs from lack of air reminding her that time was, in fact, creeping forward. 

I need to breathe.

Pressing her hand against his chest, Lex moved to pull away, though before she could even take a breath in, the sound of a door swinging open caused them both to spring apart. 

And then there was pain. 

A yelp pried from her throat before she could help it— body jerking backward in an instant, hands coming free from under Ethan’s jacket to press against her lip. 

It only worsened when he pulled away, their eyes snapping open at the same time and settling on each other in tandem, Lex’s pupils blown wide and Ethan’s thin, animal slits. The door went completely ignored by both of them— Ethan’s hand moving to concernedly touch Lex’s cheek. 

“Shit, Lex, what—” He started, though before he could get another word out— 

“Are you bleeding?” She interrupted, lowering one hand from her face to reach for his, though… something warm dripped down from her lip when she did. 

Silence fell between them for a moment. 

Lex’s eyes tracked to the blood dribbling from the corner of Ethan’s mouth, then down to her red-stained fingers. 

...maybe there’s a reason he’s always so damn careful.

The thought barely had time to cross her mind before the wings that had been flipped up around her folded downward, the demon they belonged to attempting to sit up despite the fact that she still had him mostly pinned under her. “Shit, Lex, I’ll— I’ll get’cha a bandaid or somethin’ for that, I— I didn’t mean to—” 

When he tried again to stand, Lex carefully slid off him, still keeping one hand on her face, flicking the other in an attempt to wave him off. 

“It’s fine, Eth, it’s not that much blood— I don’t think you went all the way thr—”

“Blood?” Hannah’s voice cut into the conversation suddenly enough to make Lex freeze— halfway standing, in the act of following Ethan toward the bathroom— and turn her gaze to where her sister stood by the front door. 

Right. The door. 

How the fuck was she supposed to explain this?

She almost envied the fact that Ethan had managed to shoot off to rummage through their scant medical supplies. Opening and closing her mouth a few times, Lex tried to find her words to explain why the fuck Ethan had managed to bite her lip. “It— It’s fine, E just slipped a little, Banana,” she explained, “w-we were— we were just—”

“Kissing,” Hannah finished for her, bringing one hand up to press against the side of her head— fingers dipping under the side of the hat that never seemed to leave her. Her brows drew together, and for a second, a look of sage understanding crossed her face. “...Webby says accident.”

The spike of tension that Lex had felt left her in an instant.

She’s used to him now.

Nodding, giving a sheepish chuckle, she carefully sat back down with a sigh. “Yeah, totally an accident,” she agreed, looking up in time to see Ethan fiddling with a pack of bandages as Hannah settled next to her. 

Her brow creased. “I dunno if a bandaid’ll—”

“It’ll stop you from bleedin’ all over th’ damn place.” 

“I’m not bleeding all over the—”

Breezing past Hannah, Ethan shook his head and gave a little growl in the back of his throat, crouching in front of her. “Bullshit, you’re bleeding— fuck, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Ethan.”

“I’m serious, I didn’t want to hurt you— god, maybe we should’a kept the fuckin’ contract.” His claws made quick work of the bandaid’s flimsy wrapping, pulling it off in a smooth motion— though pulling the little adhesive tabs off seemed to give him a little more trouble.

Lex couldn’t help but smile through the slight stinging. It was almost cute in a way, seeing him so worried— his tail thrashing to and fro in his panic. 

What a fucking dork. 

“Ethan,” she tried again, using her free hand to squeeze his knee, “don’t worry about it, it doesn’t hurt that bad, and it’s just a little scratch.” 

Watching as he finally managed to pull off the tabs, Lex couldn’t stop a fond expression from settling on her face when his eyes met hers.

“Lemme see?” 

“I can put on my own bandage, E…” 

Even as she protested, Lex lowered her hand and tilted her head to allow him access to the split in her skin, a mock-annoyed huff rolling from her throat. His touch was feather-light on her face, though she couldn’t help a small wince when he settled the flimsy cotton pad against the scrape. 

“Sorry—”

“Ethan, if you say sorry one more fucking time, I’m killing you again.” Sitting upright next to Hannah, she rolled her eyes and raised a hand to poke at the bandage. “You’re overreacting.” 

Ethan’s nose wrinkled. “I’m not—”

“You are,” Hannah piped up from where she sat, swinging her legs. 

“You totally are,” Lex seconded, playfully kicking him in the ankle when he stood and shot her a tired looking glare. The lashing of his tail didn’t slow, causing her to roll her eyes and offer her hand in an attempt to guide him to the couch. “C’mon. Looks like someone needs to simmer the hell down— Hannah, why don’t you pick a movie?”

“‘Kay!” Hannah chirped as Ethan sat down next to Lex, the three of them shifting to better sit side by side. It wasn’t the largest couch, and having a winged boyfriend did make it a bit of a tight squeeze, but it gave Lex an extra excuse to lean her shoulder against his. 

Which she totally did. 

While Hannah pulled the remote out from between the cushions, Lex took his hand in her own and gave it three quick squeezes. “‘M totally fine, Eth,” she promised, leaning her head into his neck and humming in contentment when he returned the gesture. 

“...okay,” he grumbled, “though I should’a been more careful.”

“What happened to you being a bad boy? Demon straight from hell, remember?”

Leaning forward to allow his wing to settle behind her, Lex bit back a grin as Ethan rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, fuck you, I can be a bad boy from hell and still respect you. That makes me way better than those fuckers that use it to like, hide their fragile masculinity.” 

Lex snorted in response, opening her mouth to shoot something back— though she stopped when Hannah tapped her knee. 

“...no kissing during it,” she instructed, sternly, her gaze flicking from her sister to the demon sitting beside her. 

Lex’s face turned red. “Hannah—” She started, though she was cut off by Ethan’s lips grazing her cheek in a soft peck. 

“Hey!”

“Movie ain’t started yet, Split!” Ethan defended, raising his hands in surrender. “She’s fair game until then!” 

Like magic, that warm feeling was back, and even after the Netflix loading screen shifted to whatever Hannah had thrown on, it didn’t fade. 

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Ethan’s tail had snaked its way around her ankle. Or maybe it had something to do with the clawed fingers laced with her own. And sure, it might’ve had something to do with the sneaky pecks to her neck Ethan pressed to her skin— pulling away whenever Hannah turned to shoot him a dirty look. 

Though in all honesty, Lex could pin the feeling on one thing completely. 

One person. 

Namely, one Ethan Green. 

#lexthan #lex foster #ethan green #hannah foster #black friday #demon!ethan #god i'm soft wtf is this #they are just?? good. #anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABEY!! hope this is what you were lookin' for!! #team starkid

[ryan-spinel]

CHAPTER THREE

“Heavenly Bliss”

“What are you doing out so late Spinel.” Connie challenged

“I wouldn't call 5:45 in the afternoon last Connie. Seems like you've been somewhere, caring paper bags.” I smirked

“Well, Valentine, going grocery shopping after school is better than hanging with drug dealers.” Connie provoked

“Well I guess someone was doing more than shopping, I was helping a friend get a date.” I sassed

“Sure you were.” The whore snickered

I have to say, I alway hated passive aggressive bitches. I mean, if your going to be angry show it, instead of being a dick about it.

“Listen to me Spinel, I don't know what kind of stuff you're involved with the Black Hawks. But my father is the chief inspector of the local police agency, and I will have to report any unusual activity your involved in.” Connie warned

“And that's suppose to mean something, my mothers a lawyer.” I bragged

“Sigh, look Spinel. I don't want any trouble. I don't know why you hit me yesterday, but all I ask for. Is that you stay away from Steven, or you'll regret it. He doesn't need someone like you in his life.” Connie threaten

It's cute that she thinks she can scare me. It's you who will be sorry.

“Connie. You sound like Steven belongs to you, you do realize he has a life outside of you.” I smirked

Connie was about to say something, but then she gave be a defeated look. Looks like I won this battle, but haven't won the war just yet.

“Just, please don't go near him. You're not his friend.” Connie added, walking towards me.

Of course I'm not his friend, I'm his girlfriend, his babey, his sweetheart.

At the moment she walks by me, I pulled out my Italian stiletto and used it to tear the paper bag open. Causing the groceries to drop to the ground.

“Gasp, oopsie daisy.” I gibed, walking by Connie irritably picking up her groceries.

It brings me joy to see someone like her struggling. Now time to go home before my folks worry about me.

It's now sundown, I just arrived to my place. I hope my moms aren't worried.

I walked up to the entrance and was going to open the door, however I stopped. I was hearing muffled screaming inside the house, so I ease dropped to find out what they're talking about.

“This has gone on long enough mother, we can't keep denying the problem with Spinel!” Mother argued

“You watch you're tone with me young lady, Spinel is fine. How is her liking someone so awful.” Grandmother Whitney retaliated

“Liking someone, you mean this boy Steven. I got a call from the school that she punched a girl in the face.” Mother retorted

“How is that a problem, Spinel probably had a good reason to do so.” Grandmother Whitney denied

“She hit that girl, over a piece of cake. I was told by Dr.Maheswaran, that her daughter asked for a piece of cake Steven had, and then all of a sudden Spinel hits her trying to slap the cake out of her hand. Accidentally hitting her in the face, causing her to bite her lip.” Mother shot

There was a silent pause, until I heard Momma speaking.

“Whitney, this isn't normal behavior for a girl like Spinel. Ever since kindergarten she's been very violent towards kids her age. We can't keep hiding and ignoring on what she did to Spin-.”

SLAP

“Never, and I repeat never mentioned that women again.” Grandmother Whitney snapped

“Mother what is wrong with you, don't hit Bella again.” Mother raged

“Or what, you won't defend me in court. I had to teach her a lesson for disobeying me.” Grandmother Whitney threaten

“Bella's right Mother, somethings wrong with Spinel. Sigh, God we should have never given her that knife.” Mother muttered

“The reason why I gave that knife is because that's what she wants. She doesn't want makeup and all that girly crap you get her. I know my Granddaughter.” Grandmother Whitney stated

“You can know Spinel inside and out all you want Whitney , but you gave her a weapon. In the past we got calls that Spinel threaten students in elementary, once I got called into a meeting with the principal because Spinel got suspended for bitting a kid, in middle school. Now she's attacking girls out of jealousy. Sigh, Whitney. Spinel is sick. This can't continue, because if it does Spinel will get herself hurt or go to prison. So if you really care for her, you need to stop defending this toxic side of Spinel. She needs help-.” Momma screeched before being interrupted

Ding, dong

“Hey guys I'm back from the library.” I announced

“Come in starlight.” Grandmother Whitney answered

I opened the door and walked to the dining room. I saw my three care-givers sitting at the dinning table drinking tea. Although I noticed Momma had tears in her eyes, and having a red handprint on the left side of her face.

“How was school today Spinel.” Mother coaxed

“It was a wonderful day Mother, I had lots of fun with Perri today.” I clarified

“That's good sweet-pea, did you have dinner at the Fitzgerald home.” Momma faltered

“Yes Momma, don't worry about wittle old me.” I reassured

Although I wouldn't call a tray of onigiri dinner, even though I'm still a little hungry. But I can wait until tomorrow, I don't want momma to stress about me.

“Okay darling, please get ready for bed.” Grandmother Whitney asserted

“I'll see you guys tomorrow.”

Once I finished getting into my cute bun-bun themed pajamas, I walked to my futon going to bed. Saturday is going to be a big day for me, because that's the day Steven and I will be all alone. No Connie to interfere with us. I'll just have to ask him tomorrow at school.

Ring ring

Another day of school went by so fast, and Friday is the perfect day to ask out Steven. Because that bitch Connie has tennis practice on Fridays, that means Steven will be all alone without any interruptions.

In the distance I see the gullible hunk walking off school grounds. I have to catch up to him before it's to late. I raced like hell to catch up to him, trying to catch his attention.

“Steven!” I exulted

“Wha.”

Finally, I got his attention.

“Hey Steven, huff puff huff puff.” I listlessly

“Oh, Spinel. I didn't expect to see you. Are you okay, from Wednesday.” Steven Gasped

“Ya everything is just swell.” I said trying to ease his nerves

“Anyway, sorry to bother you. But would you like to hang out tomorrow. Like get a milkshake, do karaoke or something.” I hesitated

Please say yes, please say yes.

“Sure, why not.” Steven responded

Yes, yes, oh god yes. I feel my heart racing and I'm sweating like crazy. I honestly had my doubts.

I wanted to reply to his answer, but I was so happy I lost my sense of reality. I couldn't stop smiling and my cheeks were like two hot tomatoes. My heart has never been this happy before, it's going to explode.

“Ah, Spinel. Are you okay.” Steven guessed

Just him looking at me made me paralyzed with joy.

“Oh, oh Stevi your so cute. I just want to cuddle you and feed you cookies.” I mumbled

“Ahhhhhhhhhh, okay. Well, meet me at my place tomorrow at noon. Bye.”

And just like that, my man is gone. Tomorrow I need to look my best, also I need to ask a favor from my geeky bud.

“Congratulations on your date Spinel.” Perri cheered

“It hasn't started yet, but thanks. How was your date with Lexi.” I grinned

“Well, I wouldn't call it a date. At least the clan allows me to hang with her.” Perri hummed

“Does Brooklyn know.” I doubted

“Ah, not yet. She still doesn't want me around the Black Hawks. But I still want to see Lexi, I just want her out of the gang.” Perri worried

“Hey, don't worry. Things will turn out okay, Lex is a smart gal and she'll get out eventually.” I encouraged

“You're a great friend Spinel, how can I repay you for what you did.” Perri offered

“Well, I hate to ask but. Can you keep Connie away from Steven all day.” I begged

Please say yes, please say yes

“Your in luck friend, I'm working on a science assignment with Connie. I'll tell her to come to my house to work on the project.” Perri reassured

“Ah, thank God. I owe you big time.” I burst

“No need, that's what friends do.” Perri acknowledged

It's 30 minutes until noon. I have to make up an excuse to go out.

“Hey Momma.” I shouted from my room

“Yes dear.” Momma groggily

“I'm going to the karaoke club with some friends. I'll be back before sunset.” I lied

“Yawn, okay sweetie. Please be safe.” Momma sleepily

I didn't expect it to be that easy, now time to see senpai.

It's a good thing Steven lives less than five minutes away, I would hate to take the bus. But if I had to I would.

I finally arrived at Stevens house, or tiny home to be exact.

His house wasn't as fancy as mine, although it's a cute little home. But what do you expect when your dad is a Uber driver, and rarely gets the dough at one of his garage concerts.

Speak of the devil, I see Greg Universe. On a lawn chair outside his house, playing his guitar and drinking beer. Although I have to admit, even though Greg looks like a loser he's still a good father. Obviously Steven got that suave charm from him.

“Hello Mr.Universe.” I burst

“Oh, you must be Conn- Ah I mean Spinel. Stevens happy that you asked him to hang out. By the way, call me Greg.” Greg sputtered, sounding like he's one more bottle to being wasted.

“Is Steven almost ready.” I inquired

“Don't worry, he'll be out shorty.” Greg reassured, but still looks like he has more to say.

“You know. I'm actually glad that you asked Steven to hang.” Greg confessed

“Really.” I doubted

“Ya I am. Steven doesn't really hang out with other kids outside of school. Even since his mom passed away, he's been very antisocial. Sure he may be out going at school. But when he isn't at school, he just sits in his room. Or sometimes hangs out with his friend Connie.”

I hate the thought of that bitch being mentioned today.

“Steven may hang with a lot of kids, but they're not his friends. I hate to talk behind someone's back, but I feel like Connie and Steven spend to much time together. I'm not saying that they can't hang out, but Steven needs a variety of friends. Because if they don't stay friends Steven will have trouble finding new ones. Ha, I'm sorry I burden you with all of that. It's just my way of saying thanks, I hope Steven has lots of fun.” Greg rattled on

Wow, you think you know a guy. I really misjudged Greg, he must want Steven to have as many friends has he wants. I'm just glad that we're one the same page that Connie is bad for him. That's what happens when two loners become friends, they're obsessed with spending so much time with each other.

“I'm sorry about your wife Greg, she must be very lucky to have a kid like Steven.” I comforted

“Thank you Spinel, it really means a lot to me.”

“Hey dad, I'm going now-oh hey Spinel. It's good to see you.” Steven beamed

“Hey Schtu-ball, here's so cash to have fun with your lady friend.” Greg happily offered

“Dad, it's not like that.” Steven spluttered

“Loosen up Lil-man. I'm just messing with you.” Greg smiled

Then all of a sudden, Greg was whispering in his ear. I couldn't hear want they are talking about. But what caught me off guard was that Greg secretly slipped a condom in Stevens jacket.

Oh Lordy, Steven and I haven't even got to the batters box's yet. Already Greg gives him a condom on the first date, I guess it's better to be safe then sorry. Now Greg has my full respect now, thinking that Steven and I would get dirty. He really wants Steven to have more friends.

Although poor Steven, he must be so embarrassed that Greg is giving him condoms and advice on girls.

“Okay Dad, I heard enough. Come on Spinel let's go” Steven spluttered

“Okay okay, see you crazy kids later.” Greg joked

“Jesus Christ.” Steven mumbled

After Steven got the talk, we made our way onto the bus.

“So Spinel, What would you like to do.” Steven asked

“Well, lets go to that 50s style dinner. I heard they have to best burgers and milkshakes there.” I suggested

“You mean Krazy Kats, (chuckled) it's been so long since I've been there. After that lets go to the karaoke club.” Steven cheered

“Steven Universe, I didn't know you can sing.” I teased

“Well. I can't, the only song I can sing is twinkle twinkle little star.” Steven joked

“Well it doesn't hurt to try.”

“No, it doesn't.” Steven hoped

After a long drive, we finally arrived at Blossom valley Mall.

As the gentleman Steven is, he helped me off the bus. Such a chivalrous lad.

“We're here, so do you want to do first.” Steven advised

“Lets go to the karaoke club first.” I responded

“Cool, lets go.”

“Wait Steven.” I shouted

“Yes Spinel.” Steven smiled

“I, I need you to hold something for me.” I avowed

“Sure, I'll be happy to help.”

I took out my right hand and reached it out to Steven, palm up.

“My hand.” I cackled shyly

Steven looked at me for a little bit, trying to get a grip of the situation. Until he started to smile.

“(Giggling), your adorable Spinel. Of course I'll hold your hand.” Steven beamed while grapping onto my hand.

He. He called me adorable. Wow, he called me adorable, on our first date. Oh god, I feel like I'm having a heart attack because my heart can't stop beating. He's now holding my hand, his soft skin rubbing onto me. How a I going to make it the whole day without fainting.

We happily dashed to the karaoke club. Inside was just like the interior of the Double Deuce in the movie Road House. It was also very spectral, with smoke, flashing colored lights and giant speakers. It was like a rave in here. Steven and I quickly found a place to sit, now looking at which songs we're going to sing.

“Wow, there's a lot to choose from. What are you going to sing.” Steven asked

“(Giggling), that's a secret. You'll find out soon.” I teased

“Always full of secrets I see.”

Well you got one thing right.

“Okay, you can go first. I'll still need some time to choose.” Steven convinced

“Alright kiddo, I'll go first.” I joked

I walked up to the counter and asked for my song. They told me I was on in five minutes. I walked back to Steven to tell him.

“Hey Stevi, I'm on in five minutes.”

“Cool, I picked mr blue sky electric light orchestra.” Steven mentioned

“Interesting choice bud.”

“Alright everybody give him around of applause. (Laughing) okay folks it's time of our next performer, please welcome to the stage for Spinel.”

(Applause)

I skipped up to the stage, getting ready to sing. Although some people would need to read the lyrics on the screen, but I know this song off by heart.

The song began

I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me 🎶

I still feel your touch in my dreams 🎶

Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why 🎶

Without you it's hard to survive 🎶

Here comes the chorus

'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling 🎶

And every time we kiss I swear I could fly 🎶

Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last 🎶

Need you by my side 🎶

'Cause every time we touch, I feel the static 🎶

And every time we kiss I reach for the sky 🎶

Can't you hear my heart beat so I can't let you go 🎶

Want you in my life 🎶

'

(Freestyle dancing)

Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky 🎶

They wipe away tears that I cry 🎶

The good and the bad times we've been through them all 🎶

You make me rise when I fall 🎶

'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling 🎶

And every time we kiss I swear I could fly 🎶

Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last 🎶

Need you by my side 🎶

'Cause every time we touch, I feel the static 🎶

And every time we kiss I reach for the sky 🎶

Can't you hear my heart beat so I can't let you go 🎶

Want you in my life 🎶

(More freestyle dancing)

'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling 🎶

And every time we kiss I swear I could fly 🎶

Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last 🎶

Need you by my side 🎶

(Applause)

“Spinel that was amazing, your singing voice is beautiful.” Steven praised

“Your so sweet Stevi, it's now your turn to shine.” I encouraged

Now as expected, Steven sucked. But we had a good laugh about it. So far this was the best day of my life. This was true heavenly bliss.

Steven and I weren't really hungry, so we got takeout milkshakes from Krazy Kats. We then found a nice place to sit and catch. On a small green hill under a cherry three.

“How's your mint-chip, butterfingers, Reese's PB cups, Hershey's chocolate syrup with no cherry.”

“It's just delicious, how's your plain boring strawberry milkshake.” I joked

“Hey, it's just as good as yours.”

“(Giggling) I'm just messing with you, you look so cute when flustered.” I teased

“Okay now your just being silly.” Steven gushed

“Puff, (laughing).” Steven and I giggled

“Ha ha hah, Spinel this day was amazing. I'm having so much fun with you.” Steven cackled

This is an amazing day, I just want to relive this moment for the rest of my life. I never expected Steven to have fun with someone like me.

Wait, why's Steven frowning. Did I do something wrong. Fuck, I thought I did everything right.

“Spinel, I should have never given that cake you gave me to Connie. I thought I was doing something nice, but I didn't reconsider on how you'll feel. Although it wasn't right that you hit Connie. But, it was my fault that I blown out of proportion. I'm sorry Spinel.” Steven apologized, on the verge of tears.

“I can just act so stupid sometimes. I don't mean to do anything to hurt anyone, but I do it without knowing. I don't know why I'm like this. Ever since my mom was shanked in an ally by Black Hawk thugs, I just find was to mess up. Dads always stressed about paying the bills and taking care of me. He doesn't need that kind of stress I'm giving him. I'm just a burden. I'm a burden to my friends, my teachers and even my closest friend Connie. I just don't want to keep annoying people all the time, telling me to go away and play kid games. And them saying “your bitch mom got what she deserved”, one time I got a note I found in my locker, saying that it would be better for everyone if I just kill myself. (Sobbing). I feel like the whole world is against me, that everyone has some reason to attack me. Because I keep fucking up all the time. I'm just one. big. fuck up.(sobbing).” Steven bawled

Oh god, I had no idea Steven was in this much pain. It seems like on the outside that he's this layback happy guy. But no one notices that he's breaking and dying inside. Like me.

There was only one thing I can do, I wrapped my arms around him, giving him a tight hug.

“I'm sorry that you're feeling so bad, is this why you wanted to hang with me.”

“No!” Steven screamed

“No, no. I really wanted to spend time with you. I felt guilty for hurting you. But I still enjoyed today. (Sobbing).”

“It's okay daring, I'm not going anywhere. You're never a burden Steven Universe. I know things are stressful for you lately. But please don't consider it. I'll miss you, your dad will miss you, your friends and even your pets. You're important to a lot of us.”

“Lets just say this, you off yourself last year. That means you missed all those precious memories to this day. Your birthday, Christmas and even Halloween. All those events are gone, disappeared.”

“Remember last year. When I started the first year of high school. On Monday during lunchtime, I was waiting in-line to by the canteens fresh baked cookies. I was a limited time offer, only on Mondays. When I walked to the counter and asked for one of their cookies. They said “Sorry kid, we're sold out.” So I started to get upset. I wanted those cookies for so long and now there gone. But out of no where, you saw me. Out of the kindness of your heart you game me half of your homemade chocolate-chip cookie. Even though it wasn't as good as the canteens ones. It was still special that someone as kind as you, would share with me.”

“Don't you see goofball. Your actions have an impact on people's lives, a good impact. If you disappeared, that special moment would never happened. I know we don't know each other well, but I really care about you. Because you cared about me, and I would love to hang out more with you. Those last couple of hours were the best moments in my life so far.”

“(Sniffling) you really think so.”

“I know so Steven, you have a big heart and you care and love everyone. But you need to start loving yourself.”

Steven then wrapped his arms around my petite waist.

“Thank you Spinel, thank you so much.”

“I'll never leave you Steven. Never ever.”

To be continued

#steven universe #spinel #not hate aloud or risk being blocked #stevinel #2020 #yandere #my cute little psychopath au #inspiration #this may not be suitable for all viewers #swearing #first date #cute ​fluff #babeys being babeys #tw mention of suicide #songfic #everytime we touch #by cascade #tw suicude

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I need to go to school really soon, but that won’t stop me from posting the third chapter review which is going to be right now because I got them all down and just need to copy and paste them over to here!

This chapter was something I was hesitating more on for a while because personally I didn’t know that I would be talking about it that much, but then I did?? like a lot?? sO WOO

Like usual, here’s the link to the comic itself if you want to read it!! I highly suggest doing so because it’s really good and i love them sm,,, > http://children-rekindled.top/?c=1&p=1

And also the two other reviews I did which I suggest checking out if you haven’t already!

> https://cr-incorrect-quotes.tumblr.com/post/190279246139/cr-incorrect-quotes-hello-welcome-to-my-first

> https://cr-incorrect-quotes.tumblr.com/post/190281892974/cr-incorrect-quotes-oh-no-whats-this-its

When jumping right into it with this, we already know that unlike before, we're going to be getting more perspective!! Which means more sadness bECAUSE OH GOD I FEEL SO BAD FOR THESE POOR PARENTS THAT ARE JUST TRYING TO LOOK FOR THEIR CHILDREN EVEN IF THEY'RE ALL DEAD

AHAHA SHE REALLY WENT "B O I-"

The denial that is shown really hurts me internally. It just doesn't feel right knowing that any amount of search they try will get them nowhere because their children never ran away. They didn't refuse to come home. if anything they would much rather want to come home than be stuck at Freddy's where they are dead.

the panic finally starts to set in because everyone is realizing 'wait our children are actually missing'. Little do they know that they didn't even want to go-

I'm still surprised there hasn't been a runaway au where the kids just ran away from home instead of dying. I don't know their reason for doing this. No one really wanted to leave their parents behind I think so?? Poor babeys,,

this is where I started sobbing beCAUSE DANIEL HAS A SISTER?? A LITTLE ONE TOO?? OH THAT JUST ADDS ONTO THE SADNESS SO MUCH

He will now never be able to grow up with her or even see her grow up,,if they were missing, there would still be a chance for them to come back, but nah. There is no way of them coming back from this. Once they are free, they are just going to gone, leaving everyone else beHIND AND GOD I FEEL SO BAD FOR DANIEL BECAUSE WHAT IF HE JUST WANTS TO SAY GOODBYE TO EVERYONE?? OR BE THERE FOR HIS SISTER??

THEY'RE NOT COMING BACKKKK

I really just want to hug everyone in this comic apart from the murderer!! It really shows how if someone dies/is murdered, the people they were close to get effected too. Don't die y'all.

AH I LOVE THIS TRANSITION

Honestly though it was a really good way to go back to where they were ghosts!! The blood coming from the eyes in the picture just going right to the scared babey makes me sOB

ah I want to hug him sm

Poor boyo just wants to make sure his sister is ok,,I would be sad too if I was suddenly taken away from my own life and am now unable to even say goodbye or be there for someone who I really cared about!! His pain is really understandable here.

Daniel really needs another hug at this point because he looks so sad over this. He looks as though he is basically on the verge of tears again and that just breaks my heart.

BIANCA HELPS MAKE DANIEL FEEL BETTER AND WOW THAT HIT HE HARDER THAN I SHOULD HAVE

Is this the ship content we're getting this time? I'm glad because it's been really cute so far!! Just Bianca helping out this smol blind boyo makes me so sad yet happy because I know they have eachother for support if needed!!

lots of things in here that I could mention, but the one thing I do want to point out is bRIAN AND KENNY AAAAA THEY'RE STILL AROUND IN THIS CHAPTER AND IM REALLY HAPPY ABOUT THAT

I really wanted to see Lily and John here since we saw them last time in the redrawn version, but hey this is still fine as well!!! We got to see the cup die for the 3rd time?? That's so sad,,,,

y'all the sign said no yelling?? Why are all these kids yelling?? that's against the rules wtf,,

Wow it must feel weird just having to watch all of these kids around having fun while you're heckieing dead. Like Bianca said, they were once there before, but now they're not. How quick things could change really shows here and it makes me qwq,,no one knows all of this horrible stuff had happened while they think "oh yeah this place is a happy place!!! Nothing wrong here!!"

Also Bianca trying to stay positive just gives me more of a reason to call her a favorite?? She's really trying her best to get through this positively even though they are heckieing dead and honestly that would take so much courage so congrats to her!!!

ok so it's confirmed that Charlie still has that 'don't touch me' thing!! We just didn't see it before so I was unsure if they kept it in or not, but I'm sure they had to if they wanted to make it accurate to how she really would feel-

Edit :: hey shout out to the time I thought the fucking background was a hand. I feel like a dumbass everyday of my life, but I feel like this is the worse. No wonder Bon didn't tell me, were you just waiting for me to realize? I'm sure you were laughing 😭

OH NO BIANCAAA,,,,

Poor girl,,her positivity went down right when realizing how hard this is actually going to be and that broke my heart. She just wants to help her friends and now she can't even touch Charlie?? This is not going to be a good time for her and she knows that for sure. She needs all the hugs please I'm begging-

ALSO BON THREW IN REFERENCES TO THE ORIGINAL COMIC AND I SOBBED AHAHXJSOV IT'S THE OLD DESIGNS YESS

Oh boy two background characters want to find out what's going on!! I'm glad some background characters actually have a role now since that really changes a lot in this version

Also yEAH THAT'S NOT TOMATO SAUCE U DUMB HECKIES DO YOU NOT SEE THE FACES OF THE MURDERED

AAAAA LOOK!!!! ME AND ERIC ARE FAMOUS!!! WE GOT OUR KIDDOS INTO CR!!!  WE DID GOOD!!!!

If you didn't know, before me and Eric changed our story to more of an original thing, we had a FNAF comic!! Or at least we were going to. We stopped it before we even got past 3 pages because of how slow it was going. Now we got a different story that I'm actually drawing this time! Same characters and all too!

When we were still making the FNAF comic, we put in Bon's characters as background characters so he returned the favor and put two of our kiddos there(?l We're still keeping his characters in the comic we are now making, but they have more of a role!! I love them,,

gOD I LOVE FRANCIS SO MUCH AHAHCIAOFIW

His reaction to all of this is so great because he is just a big angry boy that wants to get this over with and I love that a lot. He's been bringing himself up to a favorite for a while now and this really got me well, but so did the ending?? The ending got me harder honestly.

I LOVE SAMMY'S POSE SO MUCH AHAHAIFAHAUDAI

Sammy's personality has already changed,,,right?? He wasn't like this before if I remember correctly,,before he was at least more helping. I'm glad my headcanons that Francis and Sammy don't really get along are correct though!! God I love how my incorrect quotes turned into correct quotes when Francis called Sammy a shorty-

SAMMY IS HIDING SOMETHINGGGGG

I love how Sammy just called out Francis even if Francis has only been there for what- a couple hours??? Nice going, Sammy! You are actually right with that one I believe?? Francis is hiding much more than he shows and god I'm so ready to see his character development through all of this

And poor Bianca!! She looks so tired unlike before when she was actually positive. Someone really needs to give this girl a hug,,I'm just glad they are actually able to chill unlike last time where they were trying to control the animatronics cause Sammy was like "yeah that totally works"

Daniel looks so squoft and cute in that picture?? Like he just went baby mode for that picture,,HE STILL IS A SQUOFT NOW, BUT SHH HE MORE BABEY HERE

Big sad though?? It would suck to hear that the children you left at this place are suddenly gone and weren't even seen at night. That would be so heartbreaking and scary?? Where would you even go? If these people can't help you, you will just need to trust in the police and let's see if they would even be able to find a ghost-

BIANCA WHY DID YOU TELL HIM IF HE CAN'T SEE AND IS ALREADY REALLY EMOTIONAL-

I’m sure she was trying to help by showing that his parents really did come to look for him!! She wouldn't have thought he would go crazy,,,it really makes me wonder if she would do the same thing if her parents were there. Does she have more self control enough to stop herself?

DANIEL GOES CRAZY AND GOD THIS MADE ME SO SAD,,HE REALLY JUST WANTS TO SAY SOMETHING TO HIS PARENTS QWQ

He is trying his best y'all,,he just wants to see them again, but babey I don't think you'll even be able to do that if you could considering uhh- you can't see-

gOD THAT MAKES ME EVEN MORE SAD

Do you think that after the curtains close, Bianca has to calm Daniel down because he really wants to go see them again?? My headcanon is yeah that's what happened. Once the animatronics were turned on, Daniel just started breaking down again because he failed at getting the chance to even see his parents. He had messed everything up. Bianca would just pull him into a hug again to try to calm him down and just,,be there as a support. It probably hurts her to see him so emotional too. I really wanna make a short story on this noW AA!!

anyways!! That is the first part! I will be putting out the next part eventually and then we will just have to wait till Bon finishes the fourth chapter for me to make another review.

Oh god I'll have a lot to talk about next time AHAHFOAKG

Have a great day and remember to cry over kiddos.

#fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf comic #gore warning #ghost kiddos still means gore right? #Bon's art #Children Rekindled #Review 3 #Daniel #Bianca #Charlie #Francis #Sammy

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I'm curious to see you answer all those OC asks for Kanemoto. Or as many as you can.

oh boy here we fucking go

What is your OC’s favorite color?Purple, but he generally likes anything in the cool range

Does your OC collect anything? What do they collect?He started collecting coins with his dad when he was a kid and while he’s not an avid collector he’ll still pick up a neat one if he finds it

What kind of things is your OC allergic to?he’s mildly allergic to dogs

What kind of clothing does your OC wear?he’s pretty much always dressed up, colored suits are about as flashy as it gets though

What is your OC’s first memory?He’s got flashes of a family breakfast when he was very young, though he can’t remember his mom’s face anymore. She left shortly after that

What’s your OC’s favorite animal? Least favorite?He likes cranes a lot, and thinks frogs and toads are gross

What element would your OC be?Water/Dark

What is your OC’s theme song? fuck dude I suck at these

Do you have a faceclaim / voiceclaim for your OC?nope I don’t ever do those

What deadly sin would best represent your OC?man that’s tricky for Kanemoto.... probably greed since he easily had enough money to just stop being a yakuza and still pay for all his dad’s treatment when his last like 3 families fell apart but he just keeps joining back up. He’s got this hangup about being absolutely sure he could cover ANYTHING that comes up 

What are your OC’s hobbies?He likes to read, historical fiction is a favorite because he is a big nerd. He also has a few pet beetles and when he’s busy he sends his boys around to take care of them

How patient is your OC? How hot-headed are they?he’s pretty damn patient, he knows he ain’t great in a fight so he doesn’t jump into them often which Saejima appreciates as a leadership quality

What is your OC’s gender / sexuality / race / species / etc.?Japanese Bisexual Cis Man

What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?Surprisingly he likes pizza and has a fondness for mochi. He does not like ketchup which Akanishi takes great personal offense to

If your OC could have any pet, what would they choose? Why?He’s already got a few beetles which he considers ideal because they take up very little room, make very little noise, and he can buy beetle jelly at donki 

What does your OC smell like? he wears nice colognes most the time and favors citrus scents

How do they make a living? What kind of job do they want / not want? What is their dream job? What do they think of their current job?Kanemoto is yakuza babey. He got accepted to college and was on his way to becoming a lawyer but his dad’s medical issues forced him to drop out and the cost of everything pushed him into that line of work, so he kind of got stuck in a “being a yakuza is my job and my only option” mindset even after he had plenty of cash. He enjoys the business side of things and runs things fairly legit if you ignore the massive money laundering and tax evasion. He would rather die than work in fast food again

What are your OC’s greatest fears? Weaknesses? Strengths?He’s got this irrational fear that everything’s gonna fall apart financially. Outside of that he’s got the usual job fears of getting shot or knifed in his sleep, but he’s more scared of the pain than the dying part of it. His strength is that he’s got a rock solid grip on his composure

What kind of music do they listen to? Do they have a favorite song?he’s a whatever song’s on the radio kind of guy. He was so busy with school and then work and then yakuza that he feels like he kind of missed the bus on a lot of songs guys his age are really into, and he struggles to concentrate if music is playing so his musical knowledge is pretty limited

If they came from their world to ours (if not already in our’s) how would they react? What would they do?n/a

What personal problems/issues do they have? Pet peeves?puts up with stuff for too long, a big “lying for their own good” kind of guy, a little judgmental. he does not like these freshly recruited chinpira who won’t learn their damn manners and think since they’re yakuza they shouldn’t try to play by business etiquette when dealing with civilians 

What kind of student were they/would they be in high school?he was a stellar student and a total dweeb

What is a random fact about your OC? He and his ex-wife split amicably and she runs a lgbt bar now which he frequents

What is their outlook on life? What is their philosophy / what do they think in general about living?He thinks a lot about the meaning of it all and decided it’s about how you treat those you care about, so he’s gonna give it his all 

What inspired you to create them / how did you create them? Were they originally a fancharacter? What was their personality / design like when you first made them?honestly he was 100% someone to bounce Akanishi off of that no one could accuse me of making OOC when I did

Who is the most important person in their life? Why? Who is the least important to them (that still has an impact) and why?He’s got a couple, his dad was obviously a huge influence on him and he was proud to give him as long of a life as he did, Saejima’s his first boss after his father passed away and let him leapfrog a lot of the normal drudgery he’d have to do starting from the bottom, and Akanishi has become very important whether he wants him to be or not. The least important to him was probably Dojima who was his first boss but also died within a year of him joining up

What kind of childhood did your character have?His mom left when he was about 4 or 5, he’s not really sure where she went or what happened and he’s content enough not knowing. His dad was a great father and did amazing as a single parent, they didn’t have a ton of money but it was enough

What kind of nervous habits do they have? Do they stim? Do they have any kinds of addictions?tends to pull at his tie/collar when particularly nervous but he’s got a pretty strong grip on himself

If they could choose their epitaph for their grave, what would they choose?oh fuck that’s a hard one..... I think he’d go simple with like “Kanemoto Sho, loyal friend, devoted son”

Do they want to get married? Why or why not? Would they ever want kids? Do they have kids? Why?he’s been married and would definitely be open to it again but he hasn’t really pursued anyone, it doesn’t line up with his line of work and anyone in the yakuza tends not to be the marrying type. He’s too old for kids at this point and once again the line of work just doesn’t agree

What is their most traumatic memory/experience? What is their favorite memory?the first time he properly got his shit wrecked as a young yakuza in a street fight, he had to lie to his dad and say he got mugged and sent to the hospital. It kind of set him up to think he never wanted to be in a position where he had to fight. His fave memory is a fishing trip he took with his dad during high school

If they could have one thing in the world, what would it be?now you’d think the answer would be “his dad back” but he’s a pretty big believer that when it’s someone’s time that’s just how it is and that he provided the best life he could for him. If he could just snap his fingers and make it happen it’d definitely be getting strong enough to be a real contender in the yakuza realm. If that wasn’t possible, he’d like his scar and hearing fixed

Would they ever kill someone? What would someone have to do to push them to kill someone? If they would kill someone, why? he avoids it when possible, but he has shot a few people in very high stakes negotiations. He’s a good shot but prefers not to carry a gun due to the police risk

What social groups and activities does your character attend? What role do they like to play? What role do they actually play, usually?the Saejima family has drinking nights and occasional other excursions but they’re fairly laid back. However he gets dragged to most of the Majima family events by Akanishi and ends up playing baby sitter with Nishida when Minami is breathing fire and Akanishi is lighting sparklers off of it and oh fuck oh god Majima brought fireworks????

How is your character’s imagination? Daydreaming a lot? Worried most of the time? Living in memories?He’s not super imaginative but is a worrier. Can’t really blame him with how many times the family he’s in has crumbled around him

What does your character want most? What do they need really badly, compulsively? What are they willing to do, to sacrifice, to obtain?he does not need more money but he still spends a lot of time getting more, tho now it’s more for the family than taking much of a cut for himself. He’s willing to work his ass off for that

What’s something that your character does, that other people don’t normally do?So Kanemoto has a big complicated money laundering scheme that Saejima doesn’t fully understand but it gives the family a lot more clean money to use than anyone really expectsHe owns several real estate firms, and the employees are ‘encouraged’ to eat at the restaurants across the street that he also owns, and to spend time at the hostess clubs he owns. They’re given large bonuses to go out to these clubs via happy hours. They also are encouraged to spend time at the golf club that Kanemoto owns, and the hostesses are told to bring their dates to there as well. A cut of the profits of everything gets taken back in by the family as it’s now been successfully laundered and very very hard to trace 

What would your character do with a million dollars? what he’s currently doing with a million dollars, making it into more money

What is in your characters refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? Nightstand? Garbage can?he’s got an embarrassingly bachelor fridge with some leftovers and beer, he is not a good cook and spends most of his time out dining with business people or working late and ordering in. He keeps his room clean, his nightstand has whatever book he’s currently reading and a pair of readers that he isn’t thrilled with needing to wear. His garbage has a surprising amount of condoms

Your character is getting ready for a night out. Where are they going? What do they wear? Who will they be with?Akanishi is dragging him to a bar for karaoke and he doesn’t bother dressing up more than usual, but then Saejima is there and he regrets it

What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?it takes a lot to get him really angry but when it happens he is like incoherent rage and yelling (see here)

Does your character have any scars? Where did they get them from? he’s got some minor ones from a couple scuffles but the major one on his head is from a grenade that went off near him. He’s completely deaf in that ear and is annoyed that he’s lost his normal business man look and is more clearly a yakuza

What was the most offensive thing your character had ever said?this is more dumbass than offensive but he had very little experience with trans people before he got assigned kyoudai with Akanishi so he definitely said some stupid shit. He had a handle on MtF since he’d been around some trans women and other gnc individuals at his ex-wife’s Sachiko’s bar Oniyuri but didn’t put two and two together to figure out that FtM was also a thing, which lead to some major confusion when Akanishi said he was trans Akanishi, dropping his pants at the hot spring the first day they met: Oh yeah I’m trans that ain’t gonna be a problem, right?Kanemoto: so you’re... a woman?Akanishi: No!!!!Kanemoto: Oh sorry, so you’re a man...Akanishi: Yes!Kanemoto: ...who’s transitioning to female?Akanishi: NO!!!!! Literally the opposite get it together man!

How does your character react/ accept criticism?Depends on who it comes from, but he takes it pretty seriously. 

If your character was given a slice of pineapple pizza and they HAD to eat it (or something bad would happen), how would they react? Do they even LIKE pineapple pizza?he likea the taste

Your character is given a voodoo doll of themself. What do they do with it? Do they see if it actually works?yeah he’d try pinching it to see if he felt anything and then probably keep it around to scratch his own back (and hide it under as many locks as he can so Akanishi can’t get his hands on it)

Can your character draw? What do they like to draw? Do they doodle?he has no talent for art

What were their parents like? How has that affected how they are as an adult?as mentioned previously his mom left when he was young and his dad raised him as a single parent, his dad was hugely impactful on his life

Does your character like candy? Do they get sugar rushes? What are they like when they get a rush?he’s got a sweet tooth but never really got sugar rushes

If your character was presented with imminent and unavoidable death/fatality, how would they react? Would they try to avoid death anyways? Would they try to make their last days count? If he knew with certainty that he would die in 3 days he would spend every minute getting everything in as much order as he could to keep the Saejima family secure and just spending time with his closets friends. He’d rather leave a positive impact on them than try to avoid death, he’d consider doing so to be unforgivably selfishHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGH that was a lot

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1 notes • Posted 2021-05-30 03:44:42 GMT

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This question is for Kiku. What's the best present anyone could get her and why?

"Well homemade jewelry is always a damn good choice," Kiku said, pushing herself up on the kitchen counter and watching Carver out of the corner of her eye. "It's a sweet gesture, you know? Plus since homemade doesn't cost as much as professional, or at least I hope it doesn't, if it ends up breaking or getting lost or something, it's more just sad than some fucking catastrophe."

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3 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 00:14:30 GMT

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About an hour passed before somebody arrived at the shared home, carrying a large basket of seed packets, fertilizer, and other small gardening supplies. When they saw them, Danielle went upstairs, lightly knocking on the door to Carver and Canopa's room before slowly opening it. "Carver?" they called. "Somebody from the co-op just stopped down with gardening supplies."

Carver looked up from his phone and nodded before getting up and going downstairs, not waiting for Danielle to guide him down.

The person had since come inside and placed the basket on the kitchen counter, starting a conversation with Ruth on the other side of the room. Carver briefly thanked them before searching through the basket, examining what the person had brought over, concentration etched into his face as he quietly muttered to himself.

"Late spring, so... Carrots, carrots are useful, let's see, pumpkins, definitely, so carrots grow with... Cabbage? No, it's too late for cabbage..." He pulled different seed bags out of the basket as he thought of them, putting the ones he wanted to keep to the side.

"Oh, you can just keep the entire basket," the visitor called over. "And if you need anything else, just let me know. I'll probably have it somewhere, and if I don't, I'm sure somebody does."

Carver looked up at them in surprise. "Thanks," he said slowly, as if he was somehow confused by what they had said, and then he went back to sifting through the seed packets.

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3 notes • Posted 2021-01-02 04:26:39 GMT

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For Keanu and Brody, How did you guys come up with your stage names?

"WE USED A FUCKIN NAME GENERATOR, BABEY!!!" Brody shouted over the sound of the Spongebob episode they were currently on.

"Heeellllllyeahboiii."

"JUST STRAIGHT UP TOOK OUR NAMES AND PLUGGED EM INTO THAT SHIT, SLAPPED THAT GENERATE BUTTON, AND BAM!! STAGE NAMES!!!" From behind Brody, Keanu went into a deep dab.

"Will you two shut up?!" Carver shouted from downstairs. "I'm trying to fucking think!" Keanu made a loud, animalistic screech in rebellion, causing Castor within the room to lean away from her and cover his ears. Keanu scampered up to him, rapidly patting his head apologetically.

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4 notes • Posted 2021-02-16 05:13:48 GMT

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🌳 for carver?

🌳: Does this oc collect anything?

"Not really, no," Carver said as he finished gathering up the seed packets. "Never really had much of a reason to."

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7 notes • Posted 2021-04-11 04:14:52 GMT

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