School Bus Graveyard headcanons no one asked for but will still get 😤
Ashlyn has autism. Honestly pretty much canon at this point, considering what we've seen of her, but still
The whole group took a hot second to adjust, but they are now so accommodating to it
Obviously there's the noise issues, but they also recognize when she needs to be alone, and they don't bother her too much about her being so asocial
I’m projecting but I just love these guys
ANYWAY, on a completely different subject, I think Taylor is actually a really good singer! She's just very shy about it
I also think Aiden can definitely play drumset
Top that off with Tyler canonically playing guitar, all you need to do is give Ben a bass or something and then they're basically just a little band!
I think they would be called the Phantoms or some shit like that
Ashlyn can do backup vocals, and I love my boy Logan but he's giving stage manager vibes a little bit lol
Someone's gotta do it
Taylor and Tyler share their clothes all the time. We already see that they have the same room, which most likely means the same closet, and since the two of them have a relatively similar build (and thus, similar clothing sizes), they just don't really bother separating their clothes (probably why they're matching so often)
Aiden does so much stupid rich kid shit. Not obnoxiously, but just out of a lack of understanding
Probably says some shit to the others like "Wait, your parents didn't get you a car? I know we can't drive yet, but you can still like... take pictures with it."
Bro has no idea he's that rich
The twins absolutely love going over to Ashlyn's place to get self-defense training from Mike and Emma. With their father being gone for a while, and their mom being not all there (for lack of a better description), it's been a long time since they've had a stable parental figure in their lives
Ashlyn's parents are just so nice to them and treat them like their own kids. I just think it's something they needed in their life that they found in an unexpected place :(
Ben loves to paint! He took up art and drawing ever since he lost his voice, and finds painting specifically very calming
He's been working on portraits for each of his friends that are all lying half-finished around his room
Even when he finishes them, though, he probably wouldn't show them for a while because he's quite nervous about it
If he DOES show them, he would definitely give Taylor her's first, because that's who he feels closest to
She cries
I feel like Logan, with working at the flower shop and all that, probably spends a bit of time putting together little bouquets for his friends
Not as like a grand show of affection, but just little gifts to show his appreciation for them being around and caring about him
Probably personalizes them a LOT too. Not only does he coordinate them to match the favorite colors/flowers of the person he's making them for, but he knows all the symbolic meanings behind each flower
Like, for example, I bet he gets yellow roses for Ben to signify friendship, and pink roses for Ashlyn to signify gratitude, that sort of stuff
His love language is gift giving and he's never had friends as close as these guys, leave him alone >:[
Okay that's all I got right now send tweet
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Castle Ficlet: Stay This Simple 1/1
Stay This Simple
"You know, for someone who never turns down an opportunity to celebrate something, you're awfully sedate today."
A soft chuckle falls from his lips. When she'd joined him outside a few minutes ago, he'd been expecting to hear an admonishment for letting Lily run wild in the yard so early on. "Am I?"
Kate tilts her head, eying him carefully. "Well, I have to admit that past experiences have taught me to expect sparklers and a marching band as soon as I open my eyes, but I guess I can appreciate the fact that you've allowed us to have coffee and wake up first."
Rick grins, lifting his coffee mug to his mouth. She's not wrong about that much, he has a reputation for rather enthusiastic wake-up calls. Today, though, with the boys finally sleeping through the night, he'd awoken feeling rather calm. Contemplative.
"What can I say? I'm here to surprise and amaze you."
She hums, looping her arm through his and resting her cheek on his shoulder.
"Well, you are good at that."
"Mommy, hi!"
Kate smiles, waving to Lily. "Hi, baby. You're up so early today."
"Uh huh! S'firewowk day!"
Castle chuckles. "Later, Sprout. No fireworks right now."
Lily takes that in stride, skipping around the yard in a large circle. They watch as she attempts a cartwheel, tumbling indelicately into the grass. She doesn't seem upset, though, she simply turns her attention to doing somersaults, popping up after half a dozen and holding her arms out in triumph.
"Tadaa."
"Tadaa," they echo. Kate sips her coffee quickly, putting the mug to the side and holding out her arms.
"Come see me, Little Flower. I have something inside that I think you'll like."
Lily practically thunders up the steps to the deck, skidding to a stop in front of them.
"Whassit?"
Kate grins, tapping her index finger against Lily's nose. "Stay right there, I'll get it."
Lily nods, climbing onto Rick's leg when her mother disappears into the house. She settles in before reaching for his mug.
"Mooch," he teases. He allows her to take a small sip, though, knowing there's more cream than coffee left in this cup anyway.
"Uh huh."
Kate returns a moment later, lifting an eyebrow at the picture they make, sharing a coffee cup.
"It's mostly gone," he murmurs.
"S'yummy!" Lily adds, though whether it's a helpful thing to say, he's not entirely sure.
His wife lets it go, choosing instead to settle back on the chair with them, holding out her treasure to their daughter.
A set of red, white, and blue pinwheels.
"I saw these at the store yesterday and I thought you would have fun with them," she says, kissing Lily's cheek.
Lily beams, taking them both. She blows on them, getting them moving as quickly as they can. "S'wheels!"
"That's right."
"I lub them."
Rick hides a laugh in his arms. She sounds so serious.
"I'm glad, baby. Now, I bet you can run so fast you'll get them spinning. Can you try that?"
Lily nods, resolute. She hops down with the pinwheels clamped in her fists, scrambling down the steps and back into the yard.
Kate grins, slipping under his arm and cuddling against his chest. "I thought she'd like them."
"Oh, she does." His lips touch her forehead. "Good choice."
She settles in, and together they watch their kid play with her pinwheels.
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Father!Kevin x child/teen!reader
I am so sorry for this inconvenience, I totally forgot to enable the ask button. But I think it sould be enabled as of now
Now onto your ask. I would be delighted to write this :)
I decided that I'm going to make two headcanon board's. One where the reader is Skid and Pump's age, and one where the reader is the Hatzgangs age :)
Romantic or platonic?: Platonic/romantic
Readers gender: gender neutral
Type: Fluff
Hope you enjoy this!
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Skid and pumps age:
Kevin would be very protective of you to say the least
He would absolutely freak out if anything happened to you, even a little scratch would make him freak out and run around the house looking for a band-aid
"Dad! It's just a scratch!" Y/n whined s they watched their dad run around the house frantically
"But it can get infected and then your arm will fall of!" He yelled, grabbing the pack of band-aids as he rugged back to you and out one of your scratch
He let out a sigh of relief as he collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion as you just giggled and ran back out outside
Yeahhhh, you don't tell Kevin about small injuries half of the time
I feel like he would sneak out a little bag of candy when his shift is over and give them to you. He just likes to see your eyes light up every time he brings home candy
If you started to hang out with Skid and Pump, he would be devastated. I mean, he's glad you're making new friends but, Skid and Pump? Seriously?!
Although he does warm up to them eventually, he knows the dangerous things the two get into every single day.. well maybe not every day but they do get into dangerous situations often
Every time you come back home after hanging out with Skid and Pump he'd jump to you and check for any injuries
And of course every time you'd come back, there are none. Which of course makes Kevin reliefed, but still does not make him trust Skid and Pump
Anyway, when it comes to you getting bullied, you better believe he's gonna at least try and beat us the kid. But if course since he is an adult he doesn't have the ability to hurt a child
But he has the power to give the most disgusting candy to the kid when they come to the candy store. Yes, it may get him fired, but he's the only worker that actually takes extra hours, and to be honest, he's the only quote 'good employee' end quote
If you come to his workplace he will 100% py attention to you. Honestly, if someone tried to steal candy he wouldn't notice, unless you point it out that is
I bet on every Halloween he'll go out of his way to make you a costume. Oh, you'd like to be a ninja turtle? Boom, now you're one of them
To sum things up he is a really loving father, but he can be overprotective at times
Hatzgangs age
Now, when you're a teen he wouldn't worry that much about you. Yes he still worries when you get hurt but he isn't overreacting over a small paper cut. But he still treats your wound's
He wouldn't tell you to 'wak it off' when you get hurt, but he wouldn't run around the house screaming like a little girl trying to find the first aid kit
He would still steal small candies from the store for you, but not as often. But you still appreciate that he keeps the tradition, at least it's a tradition for the two of you
"I'm home!" Kevin yelled, his eyes half lidded as he closed the door behind him. Letting out a sigh of relief as a smile spread across his face seeing you enter the room
"Welcome home dad." You said, walking towards him as you gave him a hug, "I cleaned up the house a little. Since I know how much you hate seeing the house dirty." You smiled warmly towards him
He returned the smile as he rested a hand on your cheek and kissed the top of your head
"Thank you." He sighed, ruffling your har a little as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small plastic bag filled with candy, "I guess you deserved this." He chuckled s he put the bag in your hands
"Thanks dad, you're the best!" You yelled, hugging Kevin as you ran back into your room
When you start to hang out with the Hatzgang, he'll be a little worried but he knows you'll be able to protect yourself
He'd always laugh when he sees you wearing a hat around the house. But it's always lighthearted
If you got in trouble at school, no matter what, he's always on your side. Oh, you beat up a kid at school? You have to have a reason, since he knows you don't beat kids up out of the blue
He'll just be sitting in the principal's office with you as the principal talks crap about you. He always takes you out for ice cream afterwards, well if it isn't that big of a deal that is
He'll often see you at his store with the Hatzgang, and he loves that you slap Roy's hand every time he tries to steal something from the store. He also gives you a discount on candy so it's a win win situation
Like when you were little, he'd always go out of his way to make you a Halloween costume. And if you're an artsy kid he'd help you with any supplies you might need for your costume
If we're being honest, he'll be kind of sad if you didn't want to dress up for Halloween, like- at least put on a costume so that he can take a picture!
Anyway, caring dad that isn't as protective but still loves you to bits
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If it hasn't been done yet could there be some love at first sight hcs for some the bois? Vinnie and knox both strike me as the trope of boy falls for girl while girl falls slowly lol
Lol no you're totally correct on that anon!
Pairings: Knox x reader, Vinnie x reader
How They Fall In Love
Vinnie
Vinnie is a huge dork who tries to act like the toughest vamp around
Leather jackets, cigarettes (they don't affect him since he's like, undead) and tattoos
But deep down?
This vampire falls
Hard
When he first saw you, he wanted to get to know you immediately
Wanted to know everything about you
And as he got to know you, he fell for you hard
Unless you're oblivious, you'd know that Vinnie liked you immediately
Would try to impress you in anyway that he could
He gives you rides on his motorcycle after telling one of his friends he's not worthy to ride his baby
"C'mon, man let's just ride around!"
"Please, you don't appreciate Baby as much as you think!"
Then he just
"Hey Y/N, want me to drive you home?"
Que the friend throwing his hands in the air in exasperation
He evens does something he'd never do for anyone, no matter how much he liked them
He let you borrow his favorite leather jacket. He's down bad
It was covered in band pins and patches, and it was obviously his most favorite one
You expected him to give you one he didn't care for. Not the one he literally wears every day
Will try to flirt
Will try to flirt very hard
He's not good at it
Poor Vinnie
Tries his best though
He'll want to constantly hang out no matter if the weather sucks or if the day itself sucked. He wants to be around you no matter what
"Hey, Y/N! Wanna go to the comic store with me?"
"Yo, there's this new cafe shop. Let's go!"
"This new horror movie came out and I heard it's really freaky! Bet you'd be too scared to watch it!"
Vinnie is smitten immediately and will try to impress you with jokes, flirtation, letting you borrow his things, and wanting to constantly be around you
Knox
Omfg, the stoic second in command beta
Okay okay okay, so he'll also fall instantly
But my God, it's so hard to tell with him, unlike Vinnie
Will give you things that you need to show that he would be the best provider
Need a pencil? Don't worry ,have his. He'll borrow someone else's
Having trouble with a subject? Hell study with you and help in some way
Feeling down? Vent to him, He's here to listen and will be silent support throughout
He's not as pyshcial love language wise
But that doesn't not mean he doesn't enjoy the little touches
When you jokingly bump shoulders together
When your hands brush up against each other
When he ruffles you hair in greeting because he loves the flushed look of indignation on your face when he does so
He's like the rock you need
But even rocks erode at some point
He doesn't know that he's not as obvious with his crush as he thinks
Like, Oliver has to hear him complain that he's doing everything he can to show his interest, and he literally grunted a reply to you
Oliver is tired of him
It isn't until his alpha had to point out that he's treating you like everyone else does he actually decided to confess
It was when the two of you were walking together to lunch, and he just hit you with the following:
"I would like to date you."
The whiplash that gave you I swear
He explained himself after a bit of probing on your end that he's been harboring feelings for a long time now
"I thought I was obvious. . .,"
Knox is more of the quiet show don't tell.
He'll do everything to show himself as a potential mate by providing what he can for you
Even the little things
It's just so hard to tell with him
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Crane Crazy
Just a short story I wrote long ago on other media, warning this may contain a story of King Olly going crazy because I imagine Olly's Journey folding 999 cranes for whole hours. enjoy at your own risk.
*meanwhile at the castle*
Olly: *folding cranes*
Rubber Bands: uh, boss you've been folding these cranes for hours now, how many do you have to do?
Olly: 1000 cranes
Rubber Bands: 1000 CRANES!? that'll take like days to fold them.
Olly: well he or she shall have the patience to fold the origami cranes, with the 1000 cranes, I shall have my origami kingdom.
Rubber Bands: but that's-
Olly: ugh trust me I have tons of patience, it won't take long
*5 cranes later*
Rubber Bands: hey my king, just checking how you doing.
Olly: I'm fine why'd you ask?
Rubber Bands: well you know, just wanna make sure, you don't go insane while folding the cranes.
Olly: I appreciated your concerns but there is no need, I'm alright, now I must continue. *folding cranes*
*30 cranes later*
Olly: *hands shaking while folding cranes*
*intense music*
Olly: can someone please turn that off?!
Folded goomba: *turns off the music*
*100 cranes later*
Olly: *looks like a crazy lunatic with bags under his eyes and he's still folding the cranes while....jittering* hehehe foldy this, foldy that *insane giggling*
Hole Punch: *comes in* hey boss?
Olly: *still insane* why yes Mr. Foldy I'd love to join you for a teaparty *insane laughter while turning his head around then started drooling*
Hole Punch: ..... *leaves without a word*
*250 Cranes later*
Rubber Bands: *comes in* Olly are you sure you're ok- GREAT BANDY!
Olly: *drawing on the walls while singing a creepy song*
Rubber Bands: Olly!
Olly: *turns his head to Rubber Bands with glowing eyes*
Rubber Bands: *silence*
*500 cranes*
Olly: *reading a storybook to the cranes* and then the origami king and the origami queen finally have their origami kingdom, and lived happily ever after, the end. sleep tight my babies.
Hole Punch and Tape: *watching Olly*
Hole Punch: is he doing ok?
Olly: *hugs his cranes* my babies, my pwecious wittle babies.
Tape: yeah the king's lost it.
*780 cranes*
Rubber Bands: so how is he?
Tape and Hole Punch: *all beaten up and fill with scratches*
Tape:...what do you think? I tried to talk to him but he went all crazy mode on us!
Jean: *sees them all beaten up and started to laugh* HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Rubber Bands: *sighs*
*805 cranes*
Stapler: *whimpers*
Olly: *Ah my sweet cranes, aren't you just the cutest tings?
Stapler: *scared*
Olly: *turns his head at stapler and with a creepy smile* do you want to play with me too,, doggy?
Stapler: *runs off*
999 cranes*
Olly: *unconcious*
Rubber Bands: *comes in and gasps* AAHHHH!!
Tape: *comes in* woman! can't you see I'm trying to- Boss!
Olly: *shaking while babbling* I...did it...I'm almost done!
Tape: what you mean the cranes?
Olly: all...I need is...one more crane. isn't that wight my babies *kisses the cranes*
Tape: *whispers to rubber bands* the boss has lost it.
Olly: *insane laughter*
*fast foward to the final boss*
Olivia: you monster folding the princess is too much, you've gone too far, you could've possibly done anything worse except wait *gasp* all those cranes you wouldn't.
Olly: I would and I did, witness the 1000 cranes technique *shakes a bit* he who has the patience of folding these cranes will have any wish granted!
Me: wait a minute, How did you manage to fold all these cranes in a day?!
Bowser: yeh, even I'm starting to feel curious.
Olly: well dear lady, with the power off patience and determination!
Me: uh huh I bet you went on a insane rampage while folding these cranes.
Olly: .... *eye twitching* ANYWAYS MOVING ON BEFORE I DO SOMETHING I'LL MIGHT REGRET LATER!!!
*the end*
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I'm not gonna lie, Louis referring to his queer fans or the fact the he has them as "weird" would be pretty disheartening. one thing was to do that in 2014 around the great gay war, with so many indicators that they were actively fighting. another is to do this now, in 2023. and even a straight artist not for one second to consider his lyrics could resonate with queer fans regardless of larry would be a bit shitty. I'm just saying that whatever he says is gonna be VERY hard to believe he was forced to. And if he openly shits on Harry it's safe to say his career - as the chance of 1D ever reunite even for a quick photo - is over.
well I absolutely agree that he will not have been 'forced' to say anything that he says in this movie. And I hear where you are coming from, but I just think the catastrophizing is unnecessary. First of all, we have ONE (1) almost certainly made up and definitely purposefully shit stirring anon (and a slow news day) to thank for all this discourse, we have no idea yet what will be in the movie, and it is always weird to me that people are so ready to believe the worst when I, personally, feel like Louis always comes through for me and gives me the BEST. Have FAITH in LOUIS!! WHEN does he let us down like literally WHEN???? (Unless all you care about is him coming out/ ending it/ confirming larry, in which case, IDK, get your priorities right and appreciate what's in front of you? Cause those things are not happening.) But anyway...
I can completely imagine a scenario in which Louis says he thinks it's weird that so many queers feel inspired by him and it makes me want to hug him forever- because I think he does find it weird and remarkable. It makes me think of that one 1D days receipt where someone said they met him on the street and told him he inspired them as a gay and he was like "I don't see how with the way things are but that means a lot." I think that was probably made up, but also it rings true to me, I feel like he does find it wild that with the public face of everything we still are here and love him so much and see what we do in him and think he's brave. As for the Harry thing, anything he says about him will be taken wrong and distorted and picked on by everyone, if he says anything at all less than "he's my husband and has never done anything wrong in his entire life he is perfect" people will say he's "shitting on Harry"; but that said, Louis is an intelligent media trained person, why are people seriously debating whether he's gonna get on screen and talk shit about Harry Styles?! also literally when in Louis' entire life has he ever said one single bad thing about Harry come on It's not fucking realistic and that alone should tell you that that anon either made all that up or it's just a really bad interpretation of whatever was actually said because the person, like everyone else around here, was so busy expecting the worst that they couldn't just chill and listen to Louis. Like, worst case scenario, let's say he does say that Harry was being offered some really incredible opportunities and he wanted to take them and Louis hadn't really thought about what he would do after the band and so when that happened he felt blindsided and adrift by suddenly not having his ever waking moment scheduled and accounted for (as Liam has also talked about experiencing), would that be so horrible??? That sounds like real life stuff and I don't personally think anyone is the bad guy there or it's horrible to say, but also I BET HE DOESN'T SAY THAT. IDK man, I just think we should all calm down and wait and see, but I'm REALLY not worried that the bombshell of this movie will be Louis coming out as being against Harry or talking shit about his fans, you know?! Come ON. I expect that with the premieres before the release we're going to get a whole lot more overwrought interpretations of things but I don't buy it; I look forward to hearing what Louis has to say and I will be real surprised if it isn't reasonable and interesting and probably mostly NOT THAT BIG A DEAL
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Here's a point if you get him out the others go after him and we take over both there are people resisting it and it's a loser thing to do but just keep going after him yeah I'm fighting over it anyways it's a reverse mechanism and it is working that way now he steps out and stuff it goes the other way. I bet he's insisting on being here and the price for him is very high and just went up cuz of what he's saying we're going to his office companies I'm going to take them over in our areas I'm going to do it today he's going to sit around and do nothing no he's going to take the car so we didn't have a template made me mad and he can't tell he's angry I want to know I don't want him to know he's also doing things like he's saying tracing down those minis that Meghan Markle makes hardly anyone can own one send up owning used cars and there's too many for them to trace. Tons of people are smuggling parts around is this wise ass and bja and they're not extorting they're just a bunch of losers who think nobody else will have anything this is coming to a head they're all going to die and her son is fighting for a better standard of living and they keep laughing tell them because he's having them killed and they are dying. There women are pissed off they can barely bear the weight you know son says if you want to survive you're going to make vehicles so you can drive around and hit these pieces of s*** go driving the cars that shut off on them and stuff at the intersection and they can easily disable with intermitter and Megan Merkel is smiling because that's the way it is and she says someone is going to pick up the job do we know who it is and it's not Sarah she's an idiot it's Becca and you thought she was an idiot and she's going to go ahead and do it and she knows which one it's the Pontiac no it's the international harvester the Pontiac is the big one okay. And he's saying try not to ram that through her. Gosh darn it he's got food on his mouth now this is a band of Brothers he says so what we're a band of mothers. And they keep destroying our kids and they're using them wrong and we're going to lose this whole thing cuz they're stupid as hell now I want compensation for what they've lost of mine it says we need to make a team this bigger so Becca is ready and she wants to do it and he says thank you very much I appreciate that and we're going to try and help do things
Meghan Markle
Welcome to the club and I do say that in Earnest we're going to have our own industry meetings small automobile company association something like that and would like you to join up and she says I will there's a couple more someone has the Day tripper and they're trying to make it and it's a friend of Becca and it's Lily and she can't seem to get it going and what he says is there are areas that you can do it in LA is pretty tough I'll tell you it went through because of the model car but these cars were probably not do well here but out there they're still Midwestern people and it's kind of cool off and it'll heat it up but they want to do something to these guys and get information so we're going to go ahead and do it
Kate Middleton
I'm really happy about this I do have an area out there where I'm sort of from I know where this vehicle is from the Pontiac plant where they're making it and I'm going to assemble people I have several of the cars we need big teams in there to defend and BGA if you want information it's going to be coming right there and he knows where it is and today
Becka this is a great way to start off the new year
I have a place too but this is kind of like a rebel car and we're not supposed to be making it and it's Brad's design and it's one of us and he's not making the car because he's a schmuck and it's true he's going to take over Trump's job of doing nothing and it's really stupid what they're doing they're going to get beat to hell and they don't make them and they can sit there and use used ones and get stopped like everyone else. I have a few ideas but he says in this case the Midwest is a good one because Brad was using their name in vain quite a bit said he was one of them and then he was mad at my people who drove them around they drove his around senselessly didn't do anything except get them killed and he wants to a missiles at them and my car would be a good excuse and now I see it would be a double-edged sword and I'm going to do it it's not the every man car with everyday car it's a Day tripper and I am not The negotiator or the violator it's kind of funny but I'm going to get out there and do it now
Lily
And I hear him laughing and he's saying some fun stuff but really we have to get going on this he's got one more big company did someone hasn't stepped up to do and is wondering if one of the Charlie's Angels wants to but really he thinks they're trumpsters so it's a useless organization and we don't know if we need that kind of attention but still we're looking for someone who wants to build the international harvester and that would be most likely Jenna and she said she might do the Pontiac but that's a humongous one and that is a gigantic one that the max one and Sarah is kind of a sleaze ball and he was saying that in a scum and they do the job of the max even if they're in the crosshairs. I hear it too who the hell is this and yeah okay it's not a big trick it's five of us girls and then we can tell who the hell it is. She wants to say something she has two companies left
Kate Middleton
So he introduces her name as an American sounding thing I get that so I'm going to go for the international harvester. And not the Jeep that's true he wants to build a Jeep replica but they look the same as the Jeep it's kind of a tough one. And he might think of something but really I don't know how you can do that it's a tough one any mentioned one way is to make it angular but it looks like a military vehicle cuz we tried that so it's going to have to do the way it is. This thing is a utility vehicle it's going to be used for military application and they'll probably be using it out there and we're going ahead with it and I'm going to do it it's going to cause a lot of fights with these assholes won't shut up and they won't do the job this is the job but it's a parallel we need to make it bigger or it won't be a parallel for us and he's accepting and they're going to try and get us out there going
Jenna
Well John remillard's stuff kind of covers all that up so
Zues Hera
We have another vehicle company that's Pontiac and we're waiting to see and we are hearing from them they're telling us we'll probably do it and they're kind of really shaky on it but the a****** needs to do something else with his time just sit here and mess with that song and get messed up and he'll be out there and we're out there somewhere with his company so he's thinking about it
Frank Castle hardcastle
We happen to hear how it is he'll probably get this going I'll get kicked out of the apartment and start doing stupid s*** I have a lot of plants I can open up and the clothes don't want us to the right now they need it and it's really the max and everybody will be getting up on them even though they're the ones who would be having us do it it's so clever and he says that last part I think I'm going to do it and I was excited about the car but it doesn't want to be living next door because I'm an a****** that wakes people up whether I like it or not and I do sit there waking people up and it's stupid I don't get any sleep at all and I'm a mess usually but here it is we're fighting these people and we need to do something people need transportation in our suck there's a huge Network for used cars there's a huge Network for used cars parts and it's growing and people are making them all over the place it's not going to stop and it's going to go to the perimeter and it's going to be gigantic and a thankful to our friend here because he started it with his garage idea and it's risky and boy was it a hashed mess I do agree I don't really want to live there either this is dumb analogy that I'm his actual son and all that and I can't stand it and he can't stand it it's so dumbest weirdest thing anyone's ever heard of and it should be adhered to but the max are doing it so I don't know what to do he's a young man he's a boy his body is out of a three year old I don't understand that he says I'm like 18 foot tall takes three of you to make one of me and I'm starting to see something else this is terrible and he's got issues with chemicals testosterone and he smells because he's like a baby he's constantly joking because he's very resilient I suppose being near him so the weirdest thing I've ever done he says I'm too close and I look like a child molester and people probably f****** up the ass yeah see that's very nice but it probably happened I could be the guy squealing like a pig and people think it is me instead of dan. But these things are happening so he wants to meet us at the hard Rock casino so you can get him up there cuz he needs money but really he set me up in so many companies I tried to repay him and I did a little and he probably said that's the most I could do for a million years anyways it's kind of thankful for it but he can't say it cuz I start backstabbing him he doesn't want this rinky-dink conch show but we're going to insist on it and they're probably going to do me in because they plan to cuz the Year of the dragon so something happens I want people to know what it's like and he he agrees and it's really deteriorated and he can't stop me and he's experienced in himself but he's not injured and he says there by the grace of God go I if he's on the medicine he gets really weak and it's not similar but it's almost impossible so I do get that and a lot of people get it so hopefully they moved me to a nice place a rehab center that's not one and stuff like that I've ever heard of and it goes along with our plan which is yes to take their plan over
Trump
We don't want to see him in office we probably won't he's a massive spaz where war with him and it's terrible that we do need this to happen and we do understand what it is and we do see what it is the max wanted to clear the area and the clones and other people and people need cars this is ridiculous we can't drive anywhere and I want to see what it looks like and he says they're going to help with the design and his contrary will it's a big one and she's going to probably be the president and chairman because he's kind of into it and wants to fool around with things and their friend says that he could probably beat everybody in drag racing because of the oil trick in the four-cylinder and he says no way and it's true you're allowed to do it in stock so you have to have the stock carburetor and stock intake and stock motor and stock parts in the whole car and he says it's made to be sturdy and like a truck and it really is and nobody's going to beat it he thinks it'll be all sorts of 396 and so he's amazed and he's going to try it he just can't be real fat he says so the secrets so we're going to try and change things but really we can't stand what they're doing and they can't stop themselves it says it might be nice and White satin and we're going to try and get that going and it happens with The malt company which is very strange it's a weird name for The malt company it's like Schneider or Budweiser or Molson had something to do with it and it's true McAllister something like that somebody says we're getting close so we're going to go ahead and do that but boy this is an interesting idea these cars are not bad they can be a pickup truck they can be a sedan a station wagon and a coup and really fast and usually they sit at least four people and you can move people with it and you can have a family car with a big trunk big trunk and a bunch of people make fun of it like bja this is going to be intense it looks like a four-door version in the repo Man but weird so we're going to get going on this and try and help out we need cars
Daniel
I kind of don't know if they're really into it right now they're taking stuff over we think they're going to try and stop it but it's hard to say what what you say is they might go around taking our cars and grabbing us and I get that
Trump
Us too we're into it
Macs
We don't have enough used cars so we have to save them I'm going to go ahead and start doing that
Thor Freya
Olympus
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Inside My Body
#2 Fast Cuts – Slow Heal
For as long as I can remember, my mother does as she pleases. She plays the piano, she reads books, she hangs out with her friends, and at the end of the day, she’d come home to her kids, sleeping soundly after they were lulled by a hired nanny. I surely couldn’t pinpoint the moment I realized whether the idea was liberating or selfish, but when I saw my friends being picked up on time from school by their mothers, I decided it was selfishness. It only added the fuel to the fire when I began realizing that my mother never attended report card days at school. My dad had to juggle between work and attending the meeting with my teacher. At first, I thought it was because I got bad grades. Often times, I’d imagine a conversation with my mom about my grades and in it, she’d at least have something more important other than saying that she’s ashamed of my grades. Your grandmother is sick, she’d say-or I’m finally enrolling at a university, again! She’d exclaim. But none of it was ever something cutthroat or even remotely excusable. It was the same reason all over again.
It was always my fault.
Harry was not the first name that came to mind when someone had asked anyone who’s the least studious student in our class. He was not the worst, but he was the second lesser worst. Regardless, he was a fun person to be around and I could only say that out of all the high school guys that I was surrounded with, he was the most tolerable one. We both hated report card days, so we bonded over the hatred among other nerdy stuffs. The class has ended for the day and most of the kids went home quickly, afraid to waste more hours from their Friday. I didn’t mind taking my time since my walk from school would only take 10 minutes. I got time to spare. Besides, Harry was still playing around with his laptop after all. All the more reasons I could relax a bit. I was collecting my books into my bag when a thought suddenly popped up.
“Do you want to bet if my mom will attend it next week?” I giggled.
“To the report card meeting? Don’t commit to something you’d lose, Luisa” he rose from his seat and grabbed a chair over to sit nearby, a grin decorating his freckled face.
“Maybe this time she would?”
“We can bet, but I wouldn’t put any money on it”
“Wow, you have grown soft” I mocked, knowing very well he might be right.
The day finally came. The school hall was bustling with parents and their kids. From this scenery alone I could grasp which parents were ambitious and which ones were more lenient about potentially getting bad grades. I could just look at some of the kids’ faces and start from there. Do they look like they were constipated? Do they smile at their parents like they need to head start a compensation scheme in case their grades weren’t satisfactory? It somehow made me feel lonely. Sure, I look just as anxious, but my anxiety came from the fact that the parents’ seats next to me remained empty. Harry came over and sat next to me. His presence alone felt like he was trying his best to convince me that everything was going to be okay. That maybe he’d lose this bet. “They’re not here yet?” he shot the question quickly as if he was ripping a band-aid. “No, but my dad told me he was already on his way” I looked over at him nonchalantly as if the absence of my parents had no impact on me. “And your mom?” I think this is where I dropped the nonchalant act and he picked it up just as fast. “Doesn’t really matter if she doesn’t come. Your dad will be here anyway, right?” he said. Ugh, he sounded so desperate to comfort me. I couldn’t look at him now. I had no energy to put the strongheaded girl act anymore.
“It’s bullshit.” I scoffed to hide my disappointment.
“No, it’s not.”
“Just go back to sitting with your parents, Harry. I’m fine”
am I?
I really appreciated him trying to comfort me, but it would all be a waste soon. My dad approached us minutes later. I could tell he was trying to hide the briskness of him trying to make it in time before my turn to be called from the way he rushed to us. Harry stood up and greeted him briefly, looked at me with a hint of guilt, and then he left. Dad was sitting beside me, it all felt too familiar. I lost the bet.
“Hey, honey. Sorry, mom couldn’t make it last minute”
“It’s fine. I’m in high school, I don’t need her anymore”
I still did. I just don’t know how else to beg for her to care anymore.
My turn ended after 15 minutes of discussion with Mrs. Walters. In conclusion-my dad had nothing to worry about. Instead, he walked out with a little smile. His daughter was ranked 7th in class so I was sure all he wanted to talk about was “how?” and “how to maintain or to improve it”, but I was wrong.
“Did you tell your mom about it? About being the 7th in class?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Just my prerogative”
I lied. Harry’s mom would still attend the meeting knowing that Harry hasn’t always been the best student. His dad, too. Why do I need to be bright in order to get mom’s attention? Wasn’t being her daughter enough? When I asked my dad about whether I was a bright kid, he said of course you are, and you have always been. On the other hand, my mom would never even ask about my grades. She just assumed it’s not worth seeing.
This time around, I had given myself some answers. That mom might have never cared. That even if she cared, it wasn’t because I was her daughter-it was because I was a bright kid. But being bright is a quality that you could lose, and If I’d ever fail to be bright, I’d fail to make her care for me. So instead of running after for her love, I’d turn away from it. Because whatever I’m doing right to make her care might go wrong-and I'd quickly revert to the old me again. I'd go back to being the little kid who would have wait for her mother to get her report card, again.
And she would never come.
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Getting Big
prompt: someone discovering they're a feeder as their feedee partner gets bigger
Sometimes you’re both in bed, distracted and ignoring each other on your phones or laptops, when you notice. Your eyes lift from your phone and notice your partner’s relaxed belly, rising and lowering with calm breath, stretching the fabric of their shirt. Really stretching it now, not just with every inhale, but by default. Not just pushing the seams a little with chubbier hips, but forcing the cotton to bow out close to its limit, forcing the stitching to cave into a belly button deeper and softer-looking than you remember. And your eyes inevitably take in the rest: thicker thighs, more shapely chest, less defined arms, softer jawline.
You’re aware that your partner’s gained a little weight. More than a little, but it’s fine. Probably thirty or so pounds, not a big deal, and you absolutely don’t judge them for it. Have they mentioned it at all? No, they just keep tugging at their shirts and pants. And underwear. Their underwear is getting too small for them, with weight gain making them a bit of a pear and all, but you don’t say anything. You don’t say they need bigger underwear. You don’t tell them how much you appreciate the fact that they need it. As long as they stay mum on the subject of their weight and the fit of their clothes, so will you; that’s your rule.
Sometimes you’re both in bed, watching TV, and they’re eating their way to the bottom of a quart of appallingly flavored ice cream (super-caramel-quadruple chocolate-chunk type stuff), and you keep sneaking glances. Because you’re amazed they’re comfortable enough around you to eat freely like this—or so you tell yourself. Their eyes are so glazed with distracted pleasure that maybe it didn’t even occur to them not to gorge themselves tonight, right in front of you.
Not gorging themselves like some kind of pig—no, it’s just, you both ordered a lot of takeout just a couple hours ago, and then they snacked on chips for a while, and then there was that candy bar they ate on a whim while you took out the trash, and now it’s a whole quart of ice cream. A whole quart. The more glances you sneak at them, the more you notice how their budding second chin peeks out when they chew. The more you notice that their bites seem hasty, as if tinged by some kind of distant, unconscious desperation.
You lean against them as if too tired to stay upright, reaching over them casually, letting one arm rest against their belly. It’s soft. It’s bigger. Not a big deal at all, you tell yourself for the millionth time.
And yet, you ponder their weight more. You’ve been pondering it incessantly. You can’t stop thinking about how they went to the mall two weeks ago without telling you, bought clothes a size up, and already were uncomfortably tugging and pulling on on every tight band and seam again. You can’t stop your thoughts from wandering to the idea of them sizing up again any more than your partner can stop their hands from opening another package of cookies.
“Ugh, this stuff is so good,” they mutter, swallowing the last bite, then closing the lid on the carton and setting it aside.
“Mm. I’ll buy more then,” you say without thinking. It’s fine if they size up again, after all. You’ll love them no matter their body type. Their happiness comes first. “I’m going to the grocery store anyway.”
A couple months later, going to the grocery store is not a chore to you, but a fun outing. You never used to even go down the junk food isles if you were by yourself, but now you scour them carefully. You place things in the cart you know your partner will like, and consider new brands and products they might like to try. It’s all so colorful and thrilling to actually buy. You tell yourself you might even try some of it and ignore the intrusive thought of your partner sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night again to binge on half the goodies themselves.
What niggles at you isn’t that you’re buying way too much junk food for your partner, who’s a little overweight now. It’s not as if they’ve told you to stop, or have implied they want to lose weight, or have said anything about any of it at all. That’s the thing: you’re in uncharted waters, and they haven’t told you a word about whether they fine with the way the tide was turning or whether they were actually really concerned that they were getting heavy and a little jiggly and they didn’t know what to do about it, let alone have the wherewithal to say, Honey, stop buying junk food. I’m getting fat.
Just the thought of the word makes you blush at the box of Fudge Covered Twinkies you’re holding. You quickly set them back on the shelf. Twinkies were practically the poster food for getting fat, right? Surely, your partner would suspect something, even though there wasn’t anything to suspect. You just know that they like food, particularly food that’s soft and sugary and addictive, and what better, cheaper food to comfort them with than Twinkies? No, it wouldn’t be good for their waistline, but you can already see their eyes fluttering closed at the taste—which was probably not even good, but that was hardly the point, was it?
Compromising, you buy a limited edition blue-stuffed brand of Twinkies instead, preparing an excuse that you thought the novelty of it was amusing and wondered if it was good.
But later that night, your partner eats six of them while you play video games and doesn’t mention the novelty of it at all. Your character dies stupidly and your partner laughs at you, belly jiggling as they do. You swallow, eyes fixating on their fat thighs. There’s no other word for them—they’re fat. Their thighs have gotten fat, just like their belly got fat, just like their hips and chest and arms and even their neck and face has been rounding out with so much chub. They were fat and they did eat like a pig, and all signs pointed to more weight gain. They were going to keep gaining weight, and when was it going to stop? When you finally decided enough was enough? When their doctor told them to take control? Yeah, so, you could imagine them awkwardly saying, coming home from the doctor, I guess I gotta lose weight. Maybe they would be holding a pamphlet on obesity or something, looking ashamed.
And maybe they would try at first. You would help. They’d exercise a little here and there, maybe only eat one Twinkie instead of six, maybe not ask for takeout so often. But it wouldn’t last. The second their will broke, yours would too. And you’d both be in bed, distracted by nothing but endless waves of pleasure that your sex life hadn’t known in a while, them leaning back against the headboard, eating every fattening thing you had to offer, which would be many, many, as many fattening things as they’d agree to swallow down like they glutton they were becoming.
“Babe?”
You blink.
“You okay?” they say with that chubby face of theirs, a face that said, I’ve been gaining so much weight, and you’re really aroused.
“I’m glad you like those,” you stutter. You look at the Twinkies box, and so do they. Your mouth keeps moving without forethought. “I’ll buy you more next time. Any other flavors you like?” You set down your controller and push your hand into their hair affectionately. Since they’re slouched, they look up at you, and you lower your hand to the back of their neck, touching the bulge of the fat there. “Want me to get you your favorite ice cream? I know you had a long day at work.” You stand and head for the kitchen, ignoring your partner’s confused ums and wells.
You open the freezer and get one of many ice cream quarts. Thanks to you, the fridge and freezer have been stuffed to the gills with crap, but you can’t regret it, not when it makes your partner look perpetually stuffed to the gills too. You get a spoon and sit down next to them again, brain fuzzy with want. “You’ll feel better when you finish this. By the time you do, I’ll finally finish this damn level.”
“I’m—I’m not…” But the look in their eyes is conflicted. “I’m not that hungry, really.”
You laugh. Your body is buzzing. “Please. With you, when you eat and when you’re hungry are completely unrelated. Let’s make it a competition! Finish before I do. Go!”
“What?”
You’re already starting the level over, thinking to yourself What the hell? Don’t make them eat if they don’t want to. Even if they do want to, even when they’re full, because they’re greedy and addicted, gonna get obese soon—
A minute passes, and they’re sitting up, belly folded in rolls on their lap, looking poised to either stand up and put the ice cream away or rip the lid off and devour it all.
“Eat it,” you say innocently, or try to. It mostly comes out like a pathetic attempt at sounding not-horny.
You glance over, and they still look conflicted, so you lean over and kiss them on their tubby cheek. “Go ahead,” you say, quieter. You meet their eyes. “Don’t you want to?”
They look taken aback now, flushed. All at once, they seem aware of their blubbery, overweight body, and they shift on the couch. You forget the game and lean in again, kissing them on the lips, then deeper as they lean into you. “I know you want to,” you whisper. You cup their fattened hip, squeeze it gently. “I bet you really want to.”
They’re blushing really hard now, gone shy and speechless. So you move closer to them, and since their head is lowered to avoid your eyes, you land a sweet peck on their bulging second chin. Then you peel off the lid of the carton, tear the plastic off, and push the spoon satisfyingly into the over-processed sugar that has been fattening your partner out of their clothes so well.
Despite their air of reluctance, they eat the spoonful you offer as if on instinct. They squirm with pleasure, and your breath hitches when their plump hand twitches out to take the spoon away from you when you don’t use it quick enough. You scoop them another bite. Then another. The room is quiet except for the game in the background and your rapidly beating heart. Their eyelids lower, and you murmur encouraging words to them. That’s it. It’s good, huh? Big bite... The experience seems no less momentous to them than to you, and so you keep going. Their eyes drift shut and so you guide their mouth to open at the right times. Eventually, your cooing gets bolder.
“I know how much you like this. Like eating. Eating a little too much.”
Their mouth pauses around the spoon, but their eyes don’t open. They swallow and wait for the next bite.
“And I know you get up in the middle of the night sometimes, just to eat,” you say. “Eat and eat until your clothes feel tight and your stomach’s queasy, right? You always come back to bed so uncomfortable, tossing and turning, panting a little. Holding back little burps. I wake up and all the junk food I bought is gone.”
Your partner leans into to your next spoonful, then takes it from you. Without meeting your eyes, they start eating from the tub themselves, at twice your pace. You smooth your fingers through their hair. Then rub a hand down their arm, which was now sausage-like with so much fat clinging to it. But it’s squishy, when you pinch it. No firmness anywhere you can see.
“I’m sure you know you’re getting big, baby. You’re getting big. But that’s okay.” You rub your hands over their belly, their hips, their rolls of back fat. “You just keep eating as much as you like.”
And after another pause, they nod.
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Can I request Leona winning Fem!Mc heart out of all of the dorm leaders? like they all propose to her and she chooses him?
A Lion Just For Me - Leona X Reader
This ask made me so giddy, I hope you appreciate this piece!
The day after your birthday, was undeniably the most chaotic day in NRC that they'd ever seen.
It was an all out war.
~○~
Leona as usual, was in bed despite the late afternoon. However, this time, he didn't want to be the lazy lion he usually was. Yesterday… on your birthday… He messed up. He planned the entire proposal during that time, and yet… he didn't. He didn't ask you.
"So… You didn't ask her?" Ruggie repeated, folding the scattered cloths on the floor. Leona groaned again, shuffling in the sheets.
"No… because I was too nervous…"
"Mhm… and you've been repeating that for the past 2 hours…" Ruggie sighed. The ring Leona prepared for you was left on the bedside, as well as a small paper with Leona's proposal script underneath it. He didn't know how he chickened out so fast. The date night was going so well… but perhaps it wasn't.
Maybe you didn't want a thrown-away spoilt prince like him. Maybe you didn't even deserve someone like him. Maybe… Maybe you wouldn't even want to marry him. Maybe… Maybe it was useless…
"Oh? How strange… Quite odd to see a sad Kingscholar…"
Leona for once sat up straight. He sneered at the two figures that were at his door. "Vil… and Rook… What the hell do you want?"
Vil, who was observing his nails meticulously, curtly replied. "YN LN huh? I wanted to confirm for myself if you were still pursuing her. I have to make sure after all because she's my bride too!"
"HAH?!"
Ruggie sighed. "They assumed your date didn't work out so I bet all the hot shots of the school are gonna propose to her."
"Not 'going to'. If I'm not mistaken… Al-Asim and Ashengrotto are on their way…"
~○~
You, as usual, decided to eat outside with Grim. He was having a feast as usual, and you were spoiling him with treats. You weren't your usual enthusiastic self though. There was a particular lion of yours that you missed… You hadn't seen him all day, so you wondered if he was alright.
"YN? Is that you?"
A sudden call broke your thoughts. Grim, who was still munching on his sandwich, was nowhere to be found… You looked up, meeting Trey and Cater's gazes. They both bowed deeply to you, and Trey extended his hand to you. "We're here to escort you to Riddle. He asked for you."
You followed, after quickly packing your things. You're sure that Grim would find you later… And you should go to Savanaclaw after this too for Leona. You went along with it, under the premise that it was an urgent situation.
To your surprise, it was a fairly elegant tea party, with Riddle at the head of the table. "YN! Cater, you should've announced her in!"
Cater said his half-hearted sorries, pulling a chair for you right next to Riddle. "What's the occasion?"
Riddle's face flushed, his hands fumbling through his pockets. "I… I tried to do things perfectly for you of course! Accept it cordially!" He said, a small box in his hand.
"YN, I love you, with all my heart," Riddle said, getting on one knee, extending his arm with a box revealing a red, heart shaped gem on a gold ring band. "Will you stand next to me, as the King to the Queen?"
"Riddle… I-"
The reply was quickly cut off by… Kalim and Jamil on brooms… How could this day get any weirder?! Kalim hopped off his broom, dashing to you as Jamil gently carried a silk pillow with a thin gold chain entangled with orange and green crystals intertwined with the chain.
"HOLD UP!" Kalim held his hands up, shoving Riddle aside from flying into an outrage. "I haven't had my input!"
Kalim was on his knees, the pillow handed over to him. He presented the bracelet to you, "YN, YN, my gorgeous desert lotus… I've waited for this moment. I searched for you throughout the school, but besides that… I want you to be my Zahra, YN. For now and forever."
"W-Wait…" You crossed your arms to prevent any jewelry slipping onto your hands or fingers. "Are you both proposing to me at the same time?"
"Yes," They said in unison.
"I ca-"
…Silver and Sebek just had to snatch you up. You didn't scream, it wasn't as if they were going to harm you. At least they got you out of that awkward situation… Now to deal with Malleus… You had the gist of what was going on, but your heart wasn't prepared.
"Silver! Don't drop Waka-sama's bride!"
Soon, you landed in another part of the school's field and Malleus was there, holding a wreath of what seemed to you as dark branches with speckles of green on the tips. The tips were pointed as the spokes, which made it look like a tiara…
"There you are, my human," He said, his tall figure looming over you. "This crown… If you wear it, you will be my queen of the Valley of Thorns and you will rule over all of Fae kind."
His hand circled your wrist, bringing his lips to kiss the front of your hand. "Please, consider my feelings… YN."
"Move back YN!"
On instinct, you did and before you knew it, the Diasomnia quartet were dumped with… water… Oh dear. Two pairs of arms snatched you away, leaving Malleus and the other three looking like pitiful drowned cats. Cat… Where is Leona?!
"Azul?!"
The Tweels presented you to Azul, who was waiting for you by the balcony. If you listened closely, you could hear Sebek yelling at the senior Octavinelle twins, most likely for drenching Waka-sama.
Azul was not the sharp, calm and collected Dorm Leader you saw on the first day of school. He was blushing, his cheeks pink and his hands shaking as he held a pearl necklace, with an octopus charm in the middle.
"YN, this is very ungentlemanly of me, but I had to get you away from that Fae," He defended himself, as you looked beyond the balcony to see if the Diasomnia Quartet were alright.
"Don't blame Azul," Jade bowed to you.
Floyd bowed as well, tipping his hat to you. "It was our idea~"
"A-Anyway!" He coughed, catching your attention. "This necklace… Angelfish, if you accept my love, please wear it. It's a symbol of our union, and in your terms… you and I would be married. If you truly love me then-"
THWIP!
An arrow got in the way between you and Azul. And… you were carried off by your waist by Rook. "Ah~ Fabulous shot from me, but unfortunately I must play with you another day Roi d'Effort!"
Vil and Epel in the garden, with a very annoyed Epel. Actually… you were very much annoyed too. You kept your composure though, they were your friends too. Vil wasn't wearing his uniform, instead wearing a pure white coat where the ends extended to the ground, mimicking a dress. Well… you'd be lying if you weren't stunned by his beauty.
Vil had a small purple velvet box in his hand, and the moment Rook released you from his arms, Epel took your hand and guided you to the centre of the garden. Vil was already waiting, and when you were by his side, he revealed a lavender coloured gem encircled by a silver band.
"YN, my little sweet potato," He took a deep breath. "I understand that we have differences, but you complete me. I want you to be by my side, to complete each other for I love you, LN YN."
You took Vil's hand, closing the box. "Vil, I know-"
"I have to interrupt this moment."
There was Ortho, pushing aside Rook and Epel. Epel at this point didn't care, but kept his tongue shut as Rook warned you and Vil him.
It was not as quick as Ortho, who had a grip on your waist, and soon, you were flying. The flight was short though, as Ortho landed to where you remembered having your lunch. You didn't know what he was looking for, but Ortho called out the bushes.
"Idia-nii… Please get out of the bushes."
After some time of rustling, Idia pops out of the bushes, his hand gripping to an expensive looking box. He tumbled on his steps, and you rushed to help him up. "Idia! Are you okay?"
He opened the box, with a dark blue gem sitting in the middle of the box. "Y-Yeah… but I… I might feel better if you accept my proposal, so… Marry me?"
Idia this time… was interrupted by the other Dorm Leaders rushing towards you. Riddle and Kalim were still butting heads, and so were Azul and Vil. Malleus was glaring at Azul, and Idia was glaring at the rest of them for interrupting his proposal. It blew up into an argument about who had the right to propose, and who was being selfish.
"HEY! GET AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND!"
There was only one person you knew who could roar like that, and that was…
"LEONA!"
With tears at the corners of your eyes, you ran and jumped into the arms of your lion. He spun you around, laughing as he finally had you in his arms, where you belonged. He set you down, not hesitating to get on his knees.
"YN, my little herbivore YN… I'm sorry I was such a coward yesterday," He said, opening the box with a golden ring inside. "I meant to do this. I'm sorry for doubting myself, and I'm sorry doubting your love. I'd never run from you again, so will you marry-"
He never finished his sentence, as you tackled him to the ground. "Yes! Yes yes yes Leona I'll marry you!" You laughed. Leona, for a time in his life, cried tears of joy, swinging you around as he boasted about his success to everyone.
When your feet met the ground, you turned to the Dorm Leaders. You bowed to them, "Everyone… I appreciate your feelings, but Leona's the one for me," You said. "I… I'm sorry I never noticed any of your feelings, but please support my love as I would yours."
They all nodded, some with a few tears, and some with smiles on their faces.
"YN…" Leona pulled you in, slipping the ring on your finger. "Gosh I love you…"
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you wouldn't want me to pt. 2
pt. 1 -> x
pairing: eren jaeger x reader
warnings: blood, mentions of death, cheating, smut: dub-con, mild masochism, dacryphilia, choking, creampie, size kink, overstimulation
request: "pleaseee a part two to "you wouldn't want me to" with the smut"
word count: 2.9k
a/n: ayo i'm team armin but boyeee sometimes it feels nice to digress ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
“We’ll stop here for the night.” you heard Eren command someone, and the carriage stopped.
They covered your eyes and tied your hands behind your backs, so even while you sat huddled next to Armin you couldn’t wrap your hands around him, and neither could he.
You heard steps come into the carriage, followed by a set of rough hands that led you off. Judging by the grass under your feet, you figured the whole caravan stopped at one of the cottages for the night. Once the grass turned into the parquet of the cottage, an alarm rang in your head, realizing that whoever’s leading you isn’t stopping.
“Wait,” you breathed out quietly, all your anger being replaced by panic. “Armin?”
“Y/N!” you heard his voice somewhere behind you.
Judging by the commotion and the wave of swears and slurs, everyone was being stuffed into solitary rooms.
“Stop, stop!” you yelled, your anger coming back, feet stubbornly pushing against the ground. “Armin!” you yelled again, roughly jerking your frame in hopes of getting away.
“No Armin,” your captor whispered in your ear. “just me.”
Your face sank at the realization that it’s him. Even though your heart fluttered, just for a second, making you hate yourself for it, the odium seeped into your blood the very instant you heard his voice.
"You, little –" you didn't get to finish your slur as he pushed you into the room, shutting the door locked behind him.
You stumbled on your feet, the moment of misbalance bringing you down to the hard ground with a dull thud.
You were so angry that you still tried to squirm out of your bindings, just so that you could have a chance to strangle him with your own hands. You felt him approaching as you huffed and panted angrily in your efforts, feeling the eye band and rope binding your wrists come off.
You squinted from the sudden painful contact with the lamplight, rubbing your sore wrists.
“I could really kill you right now,” you spoke with a trembling voice. “I fucking hate you, Eren.”
The anger was manifesting in a form of hot tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks any moment; you hated the way you’d cry once infuriated.
You hated it, but Eren fucking loved it. He took a discreet deep breath to quench the feeling that arose upon seeing your glassy eyes, the sight going straight to his dick. He loved seeing you so conflicted with your feelings, especially when he's the culprit.
"Always wanted to hear you say that," he said with a smug smile that you wanted to wipe off with a slap so bad.
And so that’s what you did. You huffed in anger and closing the space between the two of you with a couple of steps, sent a dry slap across his cheek.
His eyes shut closed as his head turned to the side, a shiver running through his body, orange pre-shifting sparks flying around his head like a halo.
“Do that again and see what happens.” Eren liked what you did to him, but he wanted to frighten you into thinking he would shift.
You gulped, trying to hide your rising panic, as you let your burning palm hang limply beside you.
“What,” you breathed out, carefully calculating your next words. “you’re going to shift and kill everyone inside, even your beloved minions?”
He barely reacted, except for his eyes running over your body, making you realize just how close you two are standing to each other.
“Not before I have something I want.”
You exhaled curtly as you looked down, trying to escape the hazy feeling that was gradually clouding over your mind.
“Eren, unlock the –” he interrupted you by gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look into his bottle-green eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never wondered what it would feel like.”
You felt your face heating as you failed to control your emotions. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He smiled smugly again just before he claimed your lips with his, sucking your soul out. His hand rested dangerously low on your hip, teasing you with the possibility of gripping it tighter at any moment.
“Stop,” you muttered in between the kisses. “Eren, stop!” you shoved him away, all flustered, turning around and steeping towards the window to gaze at the night sky that was just starting to appear.
You panted heavily as the realization of what just happened was sinking into you.
“How can you do this to Armin?” you asked, trying to refrain your trembling voice from breaking completely. “To me?”
He chuckled quietly, revealing his stance just behind you. “I’m going to die soon anyway.”
You hated when they did that. You hated when either Eren or Armin spoke about the fact that they only have a few years left to live. In fact, you hated it so much you forbade them to even speak about it. Even if Eren is not exactly in your good graces right now, you still hated it.
You unclenched your burning fists in an attempt to compose yourself.
“You may disappear, but your actions won't," you said as you turned around to face him.
"I don't care about that," he said nonchalantly. "Hell, Armin's going to go shortly after I do, so you shouldn't even think about the consequences – we will both be dead."
You bit your lip so hard upon hearing the mention of Armin’s impending death you may have drawn blood. You snapped again as you sent your palm flying across his face, but this time he immediately turned his face back and crushed his lips on your bloody ones.
You whined at the tingling of the tiny wound where you bit your lip, droplets of blood staining Eren’s own lips. His palms squeezed your buttocks, bringing your centers together; you gasped as you felt his semi-hard tent against you.
You withdrew from him like a whimpering mess, pushing your dainty palms at his chest to refrain him from connecting your lips again. You turned around in panic and saw your blurry reflection in the window, both of your lips stained with the crimson of your blood.
You yelped briefly as you felt his hands on your hips again, his heavy breathing tickling your skin when he leaned his face towards the crook of your swan-like neck.
“Just this once,” he breathed out, giving a brief slip to his own desperation. “and then I’ll go. I’ll leave you all alone.”
You trembled as you struggled to make a decision: your body already made one, relishing at the feeling of his front against your back, of his stealthy, barely traceable grinding against your frame, but your mind tried so hard to resist.
His hands were roaming all over your body, quite literally driving you insane: the way his palm ran up and down your thigh, the other appreciating the curve of your waist before sneaking its way under your white uniform shirt – it made you moan quietly, realizing that your mind had already lost.
“Did you really never wonder how it would feel like with me?” he whispered smokily.
Of course, you did. You never missed the way his thumb would stroke over your skin whenever he would get the chance to place his hand on your shoulder, you never missed the feeling you got when his eyes would linger on you for a bit too long – all of it burned into your mind.
You were somewhere else entirely as your eyes fluttered closed, head leaning back against his frame; his hand came to cup your breast, gently massaging it, melting your whole stance into a puddle.
As you failed to answer, having lost yourself in a sensual mass of his touches, you felt his hand grip the base of your neck. “Did you?”
Your eyes shot open as the force of his grip grew stronger, making you grasp his hand for some sort of leverage.
“Huh?” he repeated.
"I did." You confessed.
You didn’t see it, but you knew Eren grinned widely against your neck just before he pecked it. “Of course you did.”
His hand retreated from your neck as he gripped your hips, pressing you against the window-sill. “Did you sometimes think about me when you were doing it with Armin?”
You felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as you realized this was too much to admit.
“Eren,” you shook your head in protest.
Eren loved seeing you squirm, he loved torturing you like that, and he wasn’t going to stop. He snuck his hand to cup your burning center, making you cry out and shiver at the needed contact.
“I bet you almost cried out my name accidentally a couple of times, didn’t you? Just like you did now?”
You sobbed quietly, but Eren brushed his tongue against your ear, turning it into a broken moan mid-way. “Say it again, say my name.”
You didn’t realize how your hips rolled against Eren’s hand massaging your warm, slick center; he controlled you as a puppeteer controls his puppet, and you knew it all too well.
“Eren,” you moaned genuinely.
“Shit,” Eren spat out as your mewling went directly to his painfully hard dick.
You choked at the sensation of his fingers sneaking under your panties, coming through your slick folds and finding the little pearlet of pleasure.
“Yes, yes,” you whimpered as he returned the other hand to your breast.
Eren was losing control rapidly, but he wanted to toy with you just a bit more – he probably wouldn’t get another chance.
“Want me to fill you up?” he knew that it was immensely hard for you to admit that you actually want him, and so he purposely pushed you down this guilt trip.
Your eyebrows knitted together out of inner turmoil, but you nodded. “Yes, I do, Eren, please –”
You were an absolute whimpering mess, struggling to weave a proper sentence together, voice broken and trembling – you just wanted him to fill you and ease the sexual tension that would always follow you two.
He chuckled against your cheek as he worked his way with your pants, pushing them down below your ass, cool air hitting your skin and sending a wave of shivers. “To think you were so reluctant before.”
Oh, you still were, in a sense. You knew guilt is going to consume you after, but you cannot control yourself anymore. It’s just the effect that Eren has on people, on you.
You leaned your palms against the edge of the window-sill, anticipating the breach, shallow breaths leaving patches of mist on the glass that would disappear in a moment.
“Ah,” you yelped cutely and rested your heated forehead against the cool glass as you felt Eren’s tip against your slick entrance.
His hand weaved itself around your neck in protest and leaned you back closer to him, bending your spine into a beautiful arch. He ran his other hand up and down your stretched stomach as he eased himself into you, coaxing out a series of broken moans from your mouth.
“Fuck,” you yelped in a high-pitched voice, holding on to that window-sill for dear life.
“So tight, so tight,” Eren whispered to himself, lost in his own bliss as his head hung low on your shoulder.
You yelped in pain as he was approaching your cervix. “W-Wait, ah, it’s too—too—”
“It’s what, baby?” his fingers dug into your hips, bringing you down on his dick a bit further. “What?”
"Too—ah, fuck—too big!" you cried.
You were ashamed of yourself that you enjoyed his dick tearing you apart that much, but you couldn't lie to yourself in this state, not anymore; it's like you're a whole other person.
Eren’s dick twitched inside you at your word. “Bigger than Armin’s, yeah?”
You nodded curtly, doing anything to ease away the dull ache and the guilt that was tickling somewhere at the back of your head. “Yeah,”
He ran his tongue along the vertical curve of your neck, starting to move steadily.
You kept your mouth open as you were even struggling to breathe, Eren's presence consuming the whole of you. You bent your hand backward and ran your fingers through the back of his head, loosening the bun he’s weaved his hair into.
“Faster,” you commanded, catching Eren by surprise. “Please, Eren,”
The sound of you begging for him drove him feral. He wanted to fuck your brains out, but he knew he won’t have another chance to relish in you like that – slowly, sensually, lovingly.
“Patience, baby,” he said to you and to himself at the same time. “Mm, you feel so good.”
The room was rapidly filled with both of your moans as Eren pounded into you rhythmically. His hand snuck to rest on your lower stomach, feeling his own tip stretching your insides.
“Wanted to have you for so long," Eren let his thoughts slip up; he enjoyed destroying you like this, but he failed to consider his own weaknesses coming to the surface. "Could never get you out of my head."
His own confessions were like a catalyst to your approaching release, which was threateningly close now.
“Ah, Eren, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming,”
You screamed so loud he had to cover your mouth with his palm – he wouldn’t want others to condemn you for doing this for the reasons they don’t even understand. Eren himself was close, so close – but there was one more thing he wanted to do.
“Feel good? Yeah?” Eren questioned, containing his own release with all his will, still pounding into you. “Give me another, baby.” His hand reached down to your oversensitive clit.
“Wait, Eren, I just came, I—” you choked, tears welling up in your eyes from overstimulation; yet it felt so good.
“Shh, you can take it,” he cajoled.
It didn’t take long for him to give you another orgasm, not at all – all it took was a few circular strokes with the right amount of pressure, and you came clenching around his dick again, this time covering your mouth with your own palms. Eren buried his head in your disheveled hair as he groaned out in pleasure, bursting deep inside you.
“Fuck,” he blabbered, eyes closed, feeling your shivering, fragile frame falling apart in front of him. He tried not to think too much about the fact that he came inside you, the act contradicting his beliefs and plans.
His hands came snaking around your waist, pulling you closer gently, planting a few kisses on the top of your head. "You did so well."
You couldn’t say a word as you pulled your pants up before you turned around to face him, seeing him buttoning his own.
Something came onto you as you cupped his face and kissed him gently. Now that really did take Eren by surprise.
“What was that for?” he asked quietly after a moment of silence.
You shrugged. “Just felt like kissing you.”
He suppressed a smile as he leaned his palms against the window-sill, trapping you in between his hands, your noses almost brushing. “You won’t be too pissed with me now, will you?”
You raised an eyebrow. “You said it yourself, you’ll die soon, so why do you care?”
"Clever", thought Eren as he continued exploring the pools of your glistening eyes. He withdrew slowly, towering over you as he took your chin between his thumb and index finger, just like he did before. He ran his thumb over a little patch of dried blood from when you bit your lip.
You almost gasped at the absence of his touch when he released you altogether, making his way to the door, unlocking it; you remained in your place, watching him closely, trying to stop him with nothing but your gaze.
He did stop, even though only momentarily. He had already opened the door as he turned his head back to take you in – face still heated, chest rising up and down, hair tousled, gaze… longing?
Something tingled deep inside his chest at the thought that he could’ve had you as his own if the circumstances were different, much different. If only he wasn’t so heavily burdened and consumed by eternal hatred.
He snapped out of his momentary ominous trance.
“Sleep well, Y/N.” he closed the door without another word, locking you from the outside.
Once he was gone, you allowed yourself to exhale properly. You gulped, making your way to the bathroom. You turned on the tap and plugged the bath, letting yourself sob loudly as you remove your clothes.
You didn't want to wash his touches from your skin, but at the same time, you had to – how are you going to face Armin afterward?
Yet the guilt mainly came from the absence of it – no matter how sure and scared you were that it's going to consume you afterward, it didn't.
You don’t want to lose neither Armin nor Eren, and you’re going to do everything in your power to hold on to them both for as long as you can, for as long as they walk the same soil as you.
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May I request hcs of Dabi, Hawks, Kirishima, and Bakugo with an s/o that gets Star shaped pupils like Steven Universe when she feels very excited or happy? She can also use them as ouppy dog eyes cuz who could say no to such a cute face
a/n: aaa, sorry for getting to this so late !! anyways, this idea is so precious, thanks for the rec !! <
warning: mention of sexual intimacy kinda
⇥ dabi
the first time it happened, mans started freaking o u t
“y/n... is this someone’s quirk...? hold on, i’ll help. can you see just fine?”
you remembered seeing your usually composed boyfriend start losing his shit, rushing you to the LOV’s hideout
just like always, you had to explain to everyone that this happened when you got too excited
all dabi could do was blink at you, his face completely blank while he processed that
your eyes got like... that? this kinda made him try to remember other times you’d gotten excited, wondering if he just never paid attention
even though he’d never admit it, after that day, he’d always purposely try to get you super excited to see them often
and when i say it didn’t matter what he had to do... it didn’t matter
mans is a SIMP
it’s three in the morning but you want ice cream?? okay, bet, you’re getting ice cream
after a long day, all of a sudden you want a dog?? ok fine, he’ll get you a dog
you never really noticed, though
always thought he’d just had a weird nice streak, but you never questioned him
not that he’d tell you either,,, tbh seeing your eyes sparkle like a star really made his entire day
it wasn’t until he found out there were other ways to get you excited when he truly realized the glory of your eyes
⇥ hawks
mans would prolly stare at you for a while
“hey, y/n... what’s up with your eyes?”
and when you explain, he’d be all excited like a little kid, constantly asking if he can touch your eyes or something
definitely texts you in the middle of the day like “hey, what do you wanna do today?? we could always book tickets to see your favorite band...?”
there’s no way your lazy boyfriend is just being spontaneous for no reason
ofc you know he just wants to see your eyes do the thingy again
it always comes to bite him in the ass though
“please, pleaseeee, pleaseee keigo. can we take him home???”
ok so you’re not stupid and you obviously know how to use his weakness against him
in every situation, all you have to do is look up with your pleading eyes and almost as soon as the little star replaces your pupil, you already know you’ve got him
“ok fine, whatever”
⇥ bakugou
tbh you’re pretty surprised when he doesn’t really care
you were watching all might in action and something in you basically blew up, so you got really riled and excited
when you turned to your boyfriend, you were expecting him to freak out or get super excited but when you looked at him, he just blinked at you
“dumbass, why are you staring at me?”
you never expected that kind of reaction
you were used to people always being surprised when they saw the excited state of your eyes
bakugou, though, didn’t care much
“‘s not really that serious. just eyes.”
even if you never told him, it still hurt that he didn’t think of you as anything special
at least that’s what he really tried to make you think
if anything, bakugou thought your eyes were prettier than anything he’d ever seen
wasn’t until this one time you heard his phone ring that you’d find out
he wasn’t around so you reached to answer it, but his lock screen seemingly threw you off
it was literally your star-shaped pupil
howd he even manage to get a picture??? you had no idea
even then, you remembered smiling so hard your pupils turned to stars from the thought of your lover loving your eyes
⇥ kirishima
okokok so kiri is absolutely ASTONISHED by your eyes
i mean, yea it felt good to be appreciated, but your lover would go all out for you to the point where it could get a little overwhelming
actually, everywhere he took you, he made sure to let people know what happened
“look! LOOK! her eyes, aren’t they beautiful?”
you never wanted to admit it, but his endless compliments made you even happier and proud of your little quirk
“you’re so pretty. everything about you amazes me.”
aaaa you loved him so much
every time you were around him, you noticed your pupils would naturally turn to stars just from being in his presence
and much to your dismay, he noticed
so you expected a lot of teasing <3
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THE MANY CRUSHES OF LUKE PATTERSON... AND THE ONE THAT STUCK
💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌
1982
Luke Patterson's first crush ever was Haley Martin. He adored the colour of her hair — like the clementines his mom bought — and the way she finger-painted, enough for his four year old eyes to stare at her in awe.
He watched her make mud pies in the sandbox from the monkey bars, only to ruin them to get a rise out of her. He couldn't understand why she didn't like him the way he did, so he nagged his mom to explain.
"Teasing girls should be fun for them too, sweetheart," she soothed. "This Haley clearly didn't like it."
He blinked. "Huh?"
Her smile stayed warm, similar to hot chocolate and whenever grandpa conjured candies from behind his ear. "Why don't you share your grapes with her tomorrow? I'm sure she'll like that."
His nose scrunched up. "Why?"
"Because it's sweet, Luke."
"I don't get that," he shrugged. "But I'll try."
The next day, he sat beside her during storybook time and that seemed to help a little already. By the time it was lunch, her mood was lifted, which excited him too, and urged him to offer the grapes.
It earned him a featherlight kiss on the cheek.
Luke squeaked in surprise, flushing a firetruck red, to which she giggled and plopped another grape in her mouth.
Three days later, his crush was gone from his mind and he began sharing his grapes with his new friend Reginald instead.
1986
"Can you ask Jessica what she thinks of me?" Luke hurriedly whispered, eyes flickering between Reggie and the girl from across the courtyard.
Normally, Luke Patterson exuded confidence. The resident class clown, always opening his jaw to react to the teacher without raising his hand, catching fights with stupid classmates, sneaking into dad's stationwagon to create mixtapes.
Fearlessness was his freaking middle name. (It was actually Beck, but whatever. He wished it was something cool like Duran Duran though.)
But when it came to girls... he got so nervous. Because they were girls! He didn't understand them! They hated rambunctious boys and only listened to stupid pop music and blabbered about how they stole makeup from their sisters.
Jessica, however, somehow made his heart flutter and his stomach twist up. She just looked cool in her dungarees and she had a pretty smile and she didn't wear that overwhelming, sugary perfume that was now popular.
Reggie snickered, in the way only eight year old boys could. "You liiiiiiike her!"
"No!" He scowled. "I–I'm just curious."
"Sure," he drawled, but then shrugged in agreement, the oversized leather jacket rustling on his shoulders. He stole it from his older brother after he saw him kissing (!!!) some girl and figured it held some magic to impress the ladies with.
"Just do it!"
With a dramatic flourish, the boy left their hiding spot, Luke lurking around the corner of the alcove to watch. Jessica looked up from her hard work of creating friendship bracelets and smiled at Reggie.
Oh, gosh. She was pretty.
A minute later, a sheepish Reg slowly crawled back to him, cheeks red and fiddling with the zipper of his jacket.
Luke grabbed his shoulders, urgent. "What did she say?"
"Uh... well..."
"C'mon, dude!"
Reggie sighed. "She... likes me, buddy. Sorry."
His hopeful face crashed into one of devestation, quickly covering it up with a laugh and a squeeze of the shoulder. Oh, man, what would Steven Tyler do?
"That– that's dope!"
In the end, Reggie and Jessica were boyfriend and girlfriend for a week while he wrote an angry poem about how stupid dungarees were.
Huh... it was surprisingly good.
1988
"Hey, Luke," Gwenn greeted, shy, tucking her hands in her Camp Wacky Rocka hoodie. "I really liked that song you made about your guitar."
Jumping from the tree branch to the ground, Luke dazzled her with an appreciative smile. From above, Reggie and their new friend Alex watched on curiously.
"Thanks!"
Who would've thought that summer camp would be the first time he made a real, girl friend! Gwenn was super cool and she played the saxophone and she liked Joan Jett and her hair was all curly and big and it reminded him of pretty clouds.
Looking over her shoulder, he noticed a gaggle of girls staring at them. Like they were waiting.
Gwenn stared at him. "Can you close your eyes?"
He frowned. "Why?"
"Just 'cause."
Whatever. Maybe she wanted to show him something cool and would stick it in his hand. Complying, he closed his eyes and impatiently waited, bouncing on his heels.
"So?"
Suddenly, he felt a light, warm touch on his mouth and — oh! She was kissing him!
Luke staggered back in surprise, gawking at a blushing Gwenn as she squeaked a sorry and ran back to the now giggling and screeching girls. They ran away like a flock of birds.
It was a dare! His first kiss, stolen by a dare!
His boys jumped down beside him, awed.
Reggie hollered. "You kissed Gwenn!"
"I don't get it," Alex muttered.
Luke's face twisted up in a sour expression. Camp Wacky Rocka should be all about the music and becoming legends and Gwenn ruined it!
He stuck his tongue out. "Whatever. Let's go to the mess hall!"
1989
When Luke turned eleven, he kissed someone for real.
His birthday party was at the arcade, loud chatter and robotic sounds clashing together in an amazing cacophony. His parents hated the place, which is why Luke loved it.
Of the twenty guests, Yasmine clapped the loudest after he finished his song with the boys — Math Is For Losers! — and grabbed his hand as they walked to a duel game.
Luke felt fuckin' giddy the entire time. (Freakin' in front of his parents, fuckin' with friends.) The swoop in his stomach, his cheeks stretched into a wide beam.
Freshly eleven and the king of the arcade, he boldly asked if he could kiss her.
She smiled, her purple headband glittering in the neon lights, and nodded.
It was short and warm and her lips tasted like pink lemonade and sour gummies and it gave him an entirely new buzz. It was exciting.
He kissed her a couple more times the days after, eager and curious, until she claimed she was now only interested in twelve year old boys.
Since Luke now held the record of most kisses between him, Alex and Reggie, he wasn't too bothered by it. They shook hands, complimented each other on the kissing, and that was that.
1992
"Are you or are you not my boyfriend?" Olivia bit, crossing her arms.
Luke sighed, lazy gaze drifting from her to his band waiting by their bikes. Damn, he thought having a girlfriend would be way easier. Why was she so tense?
"I am," he said. "Why do you think I'm not?"
"Because you ignore me, like, all the time!" Pouting, she fiddled with the hem of her tartan skirt. "And now you're going to be with your band!"
He shrugged. "You can come with us and listen, if you want."
Luke met Olivia this year as deskmates in French class. Her raven hair was long and thick and her lips were all shiny from lip gloss and maybe he got a little cocky, thinking he could be dating the hottest girl of freshman year, so he naturally asked her out.
Maybe he should've considered beforehand whether they had anything in common, but he'd always been the overzealous type. And besides... she was a good kisser.
She scoffed. "That's not any better. Whatever. I'll just hang with Tina and Priscilla then. Laters!"
Plopping a kiss on his lips, she turned around and stalked to her whispering friends. Luke puffed, adjusted the beanie and made his way to the boys.
Girls were confusing.
"I bet dating boys is easier," Alex mused. "Like, equally terrifying, but also... easier. I think. Maybe."
Bobby laughed. "How's the girlfriend, Luke?"
"Ha ha," he deadpanned. "Let's go. I got this new song, Crooked Teeth, and it's a fucking banger!"
Olivia broke up with him after Sunset Curve's first, official gig at the arcade with the explanation that he loved music more than her. He never loved her to begin with, so maybe that was the problem.
She made out with Bobby that same night.
Holy shit, man. He supposed that bitter feeling at the sight of them tasted like rock 'n roll, the one thing he actually craved.
What a funny, funny feeling. (He wrote a hell of a lot of songs about it after. He never quite looked at Bobby the same way either.)
1995
"Hey, Maisie." Leaning against the locker beside the girl, he shot her a million dollar smile. "You comin' to our gig tonight? It's at The Orpheum."
Maisie was fucking awesome. Always in short, flowery dresses and fishnet tights and thick eyeliner like a rockstar, always listening to something new on her walkman. She came from a rich family, but that didn't hinder them from becoming friends.
Her jaw fell slack in awe, him instantly gaining more confidence. Ducking his head to meet her eye, he leaned a little closer. He knew damn well what he was doing, and he got a thrill every time it worked.
"Really?" She gasped. "That's awesome! I'll so be there!"
"Sweet," he grinned. "And stay after too."
A brow quirked up, intrigued. "Why?"
He shrugged. "Just 'cause."
"Right," she drawled. "Nothing is 'just because' with you, Luke."
"And that's why you gotta stay," he teased, nudging her shoe with his. "To find out."
If they rocked that gig and he felt like a fucking legend, he hoped it would end with the two of them hooking up. He wasn't interested in dating — having learned his lesson after Olivia — and he knew she wasn't either, but she was fun.
And that was the most important to him: to have fucking fun. Luke Patterson was here for a good time, not a long time.
And if nothing happened between him and Maisie, then he'd still feel like a legend. In a couple of hours, he was going to play at The Orpheum! How gnarly was that?!
2022
Twenty-seven years later, Luke was still seventeen years old. While he preferred to not question the science behind ghostly activities — he flunked physics anyway — he was happy that he froze at this age.
Because Julie was seventeen, too.
And, man. He was madly in love with her.
He loved everything, from the babyhairs curling around her ears, to her voice and compassionate soul, to her beautiful smile, all the way to her cute, doodled sneakers.
Her epic music taste, her snark, the way she always found his gaze, the way she finished his lyrics, the way she always knew what to say to make him feel better.
His heart melted to a flickering candle whenever she hugged him, a raging wildfire erupting between every kiss. He was a fool for her.
"Stop moving," she giggled, one hand coming up to hold his chin.
He grinned, "Sorry, Jules."
Shifting closer, she dabbled more glitter on his cheeks. They were playing at a black-light club tonight, so Julie and Flynn bought all the glow in the dark makeup available at the store for the occasion.
They looked ridiculous in daylight, Julie's weirdly pink lipstick claiming all his attention, but he knew they'd look fucking cool once the lights went down.
"You want to watch a movie after the gig?" she whispered.
Luke rolled his eyes, playful. "You're gonna fall asleep."
"Yeah." With a bashful tilt of the shoulder, she leaned in closer. "But then you'll be with me."
"Julie! How scandalous," he teased, though his chest swelled at the thought of having some alone time, some cuddle time, with Julie.
"So?"
Murmuring a yes, he closed the little distance to kiss her, sealing the deal, only for her to chase after him — an attempt to wipe the lipstick stain off his lips.
"Nah, keep it." A smirk grew. "So the people know."
She tsked. "Idiot."
"You like it."
"I'm still taking it off though, seeing as you're supposed to be a hologram," she pointed out. "But... you can kiss my lipstick away after the show."
He sighed, dreamy. "I love you."
Finishing his glitter and removing the stain, she dazzled him with a satisfied smile. "Love you too."
She rose up from the couch and went to search for Reggie, the boy likely with Carlos. For a moment, Luke was alone in the studio, allowing himself to sink into that warm, fuzzy feeling.
No matter how many blunders he went through with girls — Haley, Jessica, Gwenn, Yasmine, Olivia, Maisie — they all prepared him, in one way or the other, for Julie.
To not only recognise when an awesome girl was standing right in front of him, but also how to treat her — because Julie Molina deserved the fucking world.
Even if that world now included the supernatural.
Whatever. They were all a little crazy.
💌💌💌💌💌💌💌💌
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Kinktober Day 2
b. katsuki
☠️ warning(s): 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕤, bathroom sex, mirror sex, rough sex, squirting, established relationship.
☠️ genre: smut, holiday special.
☠️ words: 1.8k words [7 minutes, 10 seconds].
☠️ read more: kinktober(uary)
☠️ summary: after what felt like a long time (week) of you ignoring him over an argument, bakugo finally took the chance to fuck you in at the halloween party hosted by his friends.
To explain how you were clinging onto your boyfriend and moaning out as he rutted into you at a sharply, fast, pace. Your back was pressed up the bathroom’s mirror, his thrusts so forceful he was worried that you two were going to break the mirror. A whole day’s worth of teasing and irking Bakugo had paid him off, the done deal being the clothing that dressed your legs and lightly gave the thiccness of your thighs the squeeze he loved to see.
It was almost comical. The car ride was almost silent, his eyes and hands struggling to keep themselves as he endured your wordless sassy-ness towards. The fact that you two had broken out into an argument before you had left the house and it was now you guys were hoping to the new location of Mina’s party and you were looking absolutely spectacular.
Besides, Bakugo has to hold himself back.
All-day he had to watch you parade around in your revealing outfit, the rendition no other than his own hero suit. Your skirt was cute but short, the obvious tank top accentuated your body and chest, the small but appropriate gauntlets lifting the creativity of the outfit along with the decorative mask. He had to proudly admit, you looked downright sexy and there was no debating about it. The problem was that he couldn’t touch you, at least that’s what your silent treatment towards him said. Bakugo wasn’t one to overstep boundaries, rather hearing you beg and ask him for more was a better alternative anyway.
Bakugo let out a breath of relief once you guys finally rolled up to Kaminari’s house, his clenched hands around the steering wheel calming down as he’s finally able to get out the tense care. He didn’t notice he was holding in his breath this whole time, or the fact his fists were clenched so tight they had turned white. The sight made you grin to yourself, unbuckling yourself and dropping down the mirror to look at yourself in the skimpy costume. He gave you a side-eye, his eyes appreciating the unique stretch your chest gave the material of the tank top, no matter your size successfully filling it out. He practically hopped out his seat once his door was open, not wanting to be the one to succumb to the silent challenge you had started.
Over what?! He didn’t know himself. All he could see was how the outfit made you look more beautiful than he had anticipated, figuring after last week's argument on whether or not you could’ve left the house in that one bra top you had insisted completely flew out his head without further thought. All he could think about now was the burning desire to pin you up somewhere inappropriate and fuck you there, leaving you to clench your thighs together to keep his cum from dripping anywhere that was to the public eye.
His eyes followed you from the moment you left the car on your own accord, not sparing him a glance as you walked into the party’s threshold. It took everything in him to not follow you closely, trying to show you he had control -- or rather convince himself. Bakugo growled before rolling his eyes, knowing that at some point at the other you guys would cross paths anyways.
“You look so amazing, Y/N! I bet Bakugo is going to be all over you by the end of the night, I know I would~” Ashido teased you, quirking her brows to tease you and make you giggle.
“We’ll see how it goes...” You teased back, glancing towards your boyfriend with a more than secretive look only he could read. You knew he was going to watch you, the feeling and thought exciting you.
After a long night of him unabashedly gawking at you, he had managed to whisk you away into the bathroom~ and fuck you raw. He held no remorse immediately sealing a kiss over your mouth and pressing his plump needing lips. His rough hands went to grab your thighs, not giving you enough time to melt into the kiss as he moved them down, his fingers dipping into the bands of the socks you wore that mocked his costume.
“You think you’re so fucking cute? Wearing this shit and teasing me all night?” He growls against your skin, nipping at the spot and roughly sucking on it. Your lips quirked up into a mischievous smile, breathy moans coming from your lips.
“Mmm, is it me or my clothes, Katsuki~?” You sass back. You knew what you were getting yourself into, the added excitement of someone possibly walking in while Bakugo was getting ready to fuck your brains out.
“Shut up.” He curtly responds, pulling away so he could work at getting your clothes off. His hands coming up to fiddle with the fashionable that sat on your waist, shirking off your skirt once he got it done, moving to get your top and shoulder parts off as well, the gauntlets staying on. You weren’t going to let him be the only one to undress, pressing up against him and leaning up to kiss him again. You bit onto his bottom lip and sucked on it, humming in delight when he took the opportunity to let his tongue wander into your mouth. Soon enough when you guys were both decently undressed, walking back before you could hit the sink, his hands hoisting you up on it and spreading your legs far enough so he could fit in it.
Both of your tongues battled for dominance, the two muscles seemingly not backing down from the same grudge that was held before. Bakugo had taken the time when he realized you were distracted to quickly align himself with your opening and thrusting into your dripping sex. He couldn’t help but smirk at how slick your hot core was, your stuck-up attitude being nothing but an act. Your tongue relaxed enough to be taken for him and dart his tongue to the back of your throat to poke at the sensitive walls. You choked at the feeling, your eyes blowing wide and nails digging into his bare shoulders to beg for mercy.
“Mmf--!” You tried pushing him back, him only doing so when he started to run out of air. You glared heavily at him as you both held the same look, a string of saliva connecting your panting mouths with wordless tension between you two. The string snapped when your head tilted back against the mirror, whimpering at the dull pain it caused you and only earning you a mocking chuckle from him. He lifted your thighs to your body, leaning up to watch your thicc thighs press against your folded body.
His hands were precisely placed to wear your thighs stopped at the middle of your thighs, his hands gripping the area tightly, his eyes admiring your body and all its glory. He hadn’t realized-a lie-about how much he missed seeing your body. You had taken up since that day a week ago you had silently declared that he would have to earn seeing you again although you guys lived in the same apartment.
Both of your brain cells left the room, the blue balls he had suffered were finally taking its advantage on you and you could never skip a good quickie with your boyfriend no matter the occasion. It was almost silent in the room minus the sound of his skin roughly slapping against yours and the shameless moans that left your mouth, his grunts accompanying your noises here and there. No fun banter added.
He made the dramatic motion of him pulling out randomly to confuse you, carefully dropping your thighs and dropping them down. Bakugo turns you around to bend you over and face the mirror, your brows rising and your breath hitching at the more than disheveled look of only about 15 minutes passing of you two being in that bathroom alone. He lifted one of your thighs and rested it on the sink again and thrust into you again. Your jaw dropped at the feeling, his cock hitting your g-spot at the angle he knew drove you crazy. Your eyes rolled back as he continued, his hands coming up and tugging your head back at an awkward angle to keep you watching yourself get fucked by him while also deeming his control over you at that moment.
Watching as your tits bounced with each motion, your bra failing to keep in place and had eventually let your breasts spill from his brute force. You shivered trying to hold onto the bars sink trying to brace yourself against his thrusts. He focused on so many things, leaving your cunt throbbing in wanton need as he exposed you and forced you to endure all the teasing you gave to him tenfold. Your words almost broken, not taking a super bright person to understand what you were trying to moan out.
“Are you going to fucking cum, babe?” He asks, tilting his head and talking in your ear, his warm breath teasing your skin and making you cringe. You nodded your head to the best of your ability, eyes watching his dark and lustful gaze, gladly taking his sadistic look without complaint. “Cum.”
Your body was rocked into oblivion. It took you some guidance, your hand coming down to rub your clit and making you cum in anticipation. Your moans were shaken as you finished, the push of your bladder giving you the push to squirt against your familiar fingers, your cum being able to coat the glass, and the rest in front of you with your liquid. The tight squeeze of your cunt provided a pussy-pocket like a squeeze, holding in his final grunt to pull out and cum on your bum, moving his hips to jerk some onto your thigh and some drips onto your socks. You grunt rolling your neck when his hand leaves its grip in your hair.
You breathed out once you were finished, the release of adrenaline catching up with you. He leaned against you while being able to keep himself up, nuzzling your neck and pressing his cock against you. You turn your head to look at his mess on your body, frowning as you attempt to wipe some of the jizz that stained your sock to no avail and pouting as it dawns upon you at the mess you two had made. “Aw… look at what you did Katsuki-”
“I wasn’t the only one in here!” He snaps back, narrowing his eyes at you and rolling his eyes at your annoying pout. He rests your thigh down and kisses your shoulder, his hands rubbing your hips and grinding his hard-on that somehow still packing an erection with the load he just blew. He laughed humorlessly as he looked at your astounded expression, his arms wrapping around your waist as he slowly sinks cock back into your cunt, enjoying the way your face twists in pleasure. He holds you in place as he kisses his way up your ear, his hips slowly rocking into you before taunting you in your ear.
“I’m not finished with you yet.”
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Let the Stars Witness
Okay okay holy— omg I did it! My first request and from an admired writer of mine no less!
From @kim-monsterlings : Hi and welcome!! Really looking forward to seeing your work! ~ If you would, could I request some form of friends to lovers with an orc? (Prompts maybe like, "you deserve better.") Thank you! <3
Since it wasn't specified on what their genders are, I hope your okay with what I went with! And I kinda trailed off from the prompt (or rather it's different but similar)
Anyways you'll know when you read!
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Pairing: Male Orc (Duruk) x Human Fem!Reader
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: None.
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"You know, I never thought I would be friends with anyone here, especially with someone other than my, well, species," you tell your companion, your eyes not leaving the cloudless night sky as you lied on your back on the roof of his house. The stars were out tonight.
If you told your younger self that you'd be having great escapades (if running away and getting into a series of trouble fall under that) with an orc, you would most definitely cry your eyes out because you thought were being teased, taking it as a hurtful comment. You were sensitive like that. Part of the reason why no one would even go near you, afraid they might hurt you with a pat on the shoulder or with one word alone. You became the prime target of bullies, finding twisted amusement at your pathetic reactions. A crybaby, they called you. But it wasn't your fault you didn't have much control over your emotions. You were weird, asocial, timid, maybe even depressed. Having a neglectful family didn't help either, it just worsened.
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The morning you met Duruk was after the orientation. And it was not so good for a first impression.
Long story short, you cried.
But since you're perhaps curious as to what happened exactly, let's elaborate.
You had your headphones on, the melodic sound of gentle rain played in a 3-hour loop and blocked out other noises, your eyes glued to the path you were on. You took long and hurried steps, wishing you could teleport to your classroom and hide in the back, disappear or become invisible.
You were distracted, or should we say, focused on the ground and expecting everyone to step aside and let you through.
Well, except for the one who had his back on you.
You crashed—not an exaggeration— into something- someone massive. You stumbled back and landed on your bum, wincing from the impact. Luckily, your headphones were safe (ah yes, priorities), detaching from your ears and landing on your shoulders. When you looked up to see who it was, you thought your eyes were gonna fall off, grow little legs, and scamper away.
Before you stood an orc, halfway turned to glance at whoever it was that tried to push him, his sharp tusks jutting out from his maw. His brows were furrowed as he looked down on you. Sure, he wasn't as tall as the orcs you've seen around the city and campus but still was over 6 feet, with muscles thicker than your thighs, easily hulking you.
You tried to get out an apology and run as far as you could go, but you just sat there, frozen as you strained your neck to meet his gaze, you couldn't look away. Your heart was trying to claw its way out into the surface.
Then you felt the tears swell up.
They cascaded down your face before you even could stop them.
The orc's eyes widened at your reaction and crouched down to your level in an instant that he almost fell over. His hands hovered, not sure what to do.
"Hey, hey, please don't cry. Please don't—"
"I-I-I'm re..really s-sorry p-please don't hurt m-me..." You managed to choke out pathetically, hiccuping in every word.
"Shhh now hey, it's okay. It was an accident— what? No! Why would I do that?" he replied. The orc peeked over his shoulder and to the sides. "Let's get you to somewhere, uh, less crowded," he added. You turned your head and saw that you had an audience, whispers went around as they sent pitiful and disgusted glances in your direction, only making you cry even more.
He proceeded to unceremoniously lift you into his arms, bridal style, and dashed away. You gripped the front of his shirt and shut your eyes. You were trembling now, scared of what he might do to you. How could you even fight back with your small stature?
It wasn't long until you felt him slow down and placed you carefully on a bench. The orc knelt in front of you, brows scrunched up as he studied your face.
"You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
You didn't reply, only staring at him through your glassy eyes as you heaved.
You flinched when his hand started rubbing your back, his other hand placed on the side of the bench to balance himself.
He continued to caress your back and murmured soothing words in hopes of calming you down.
Your tears didn't stop falling until moments later when you came down from your initial fear, the warmth of his palm leaving your back once you did. All the while the orc remained where he was, at a loss of what to do next.
You rubbed your sticky face with the collar of your pale and blotchy crimson sweater, sniffing and taking slow, deep breaths before you spoke.
"I... I'm sorry for causing you trouble. E-Even going as far as to take me somewhere quiet. I...appreciate that." You thought you'd pass out with the way people gathered around you, it was suffocating. "Thank you..."
"I panicked," he started, "Sorry—I mean, it's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. I get that a lot of people run away from the sight of me, but you didn't, and just froze there on the ground so..." he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck.
You shook your head. He was such an imposing figure to many, their first thought was most likely to get away or scream at him.
"You looked angry... When I bumped into you." You slammed into him actually, but he didn't budge an inch. Guess it was one-sided.
"Oh, that? Well, my brother scolds me a lot for having such a grumpy face, scaring humans away. Like he was the one to talk when he's taller and bigger than me! People would faint on the spot when they see him, I bet!"
The image your mind conjured up tore a laugh out of your body, two orcs arguing about how not to terrify people at sight was damn hilarious. When was the last time someone made you laugh like this?
The orc grinned, your reaction a contrast to that of earlier.
You opened your mouth to say something but the ringing of the great bell resounded, cutting you off. The two of you stood up as you realized you were late for your first class of the school year.
"So, uh, what now?" you asked.
"How about we go to our class, then maybe meet up later? Oh, fu— my mother will gut me— I haven't introduced myself!" He blurted out, his voice making you yelp with the sudden outburst.
Clearing his throat, he reached out, "I'm Duruk."
In turn, you gave him your name, taking his hand and smiled. "Hello, Duruk."
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True to his word, you met again later when lunch came. The cafeteria was packed so you settled on getting the convenience food they offered and eat somewhere quiet.
Your conversation that day spiraled when you found out the two of you had a lot in common. From your favorite rock band to your favorite flavor of ice cream.
You both strongly agreed that vanilla ice cream was superior.
You agreed to meet up during breaks, always having something to chat about.
Eventually, you became inseparable.
He even changed and transferred to your class just so the two of you could be together at the start of the day rather than walk half of the campus to see each other every time.
You became best friends, sharing each moment in school, may it be helping the other stay awake in a boring class, or copying homework when one of you forgot to do it. Soon enough, Duruk started inviting you to his house to hang out. He did mention he had four other siblings, but he lived alone. You came by almost every night and on whole weekends to escape from home, only a few miles in between. No one would notice you gone anyways, but you returned around midnight, not wanting to impose on Duruk no matter what he says, so he walks you back instead.
You basked in each other's company. The odd and scrutinizing glares didn't go unnoticed when you two were together, but you shrugged them all off.
It didn't take long before you started having feelings for the orc, a little wishful thinking that you could be more than friends. You noted lately that his touches would linger seconds longer than usual, hugs and even a hand on your shoulder and back seem to be warmer and —you dare say— affectionate. It weighed heavily on your heart, your simple crush turned into something else, and it only grew with each passing day, and every laugh you shared.
But of course, you swatted those away, buried them deep inside every damn time they climb back up. Who could even love you? Yes, you have Duruk, he likes you, you think. But that's the end of it. Just close buddies. You can't take the risk of ruining your friendship with him and make things awkward with the only one you had! What if he stops talking to you, weirded out by your confession? You don't want to go back to being alone again, your heart can't take the rejection that came with it.
So you endured.
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A little over five months ever since the embarrassing accident, here you are now, stargazing with your best friend.
"Well, good thing you didn't watch where you were going that time then," he says, chuckling beside you. His hands cushioned his head against the hard surface. "I wouldn't have..." he trails off.
"Hm, what?" you ask. Duruk went silent and didn't answer you for a time. You were about to let it slide but then he breathes in audibly.
"I wouldn't have met an angel if you did. Should've caught you in my arms, but sadly I didn't move fast enough." He replies, his voice deep and mellow.
You straighten up and turn to face him, your brows shot up, incredulous to what he just implied.
"W-Wait. What?" you squeak, your heart thumping hard in your chest, your skin warming up even in the chilled night air.
Is he—
"You're so cute, y'know that? Fuck it, it's all or nothing," he whispers under his breath as he sits up to face you. His expression was unreadable, but you see in his mahogany eyes a familiar glint of determination. "I'm not good with long-ass speeches so I'll make this short," he breathes in before he continues, "I feel something for you, for a while now, more than a best friend does, like...in a romantic sense. I want to cherish you and hold you in my arms every time I see you, I- ah fuck- damn it I just—" he growls, "I love you, so much and if you don't love me back then please re—"
You shut him off with your lips against his, Duruk's tusks pressing against your cheeks as you held his face in your hands. He was stunned for two solid seconds before returning the kiss, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you close and into his lap.
You feel something wet roll down your hand and you immediately jerked back to see his face. The orc was crying.
Did you do it wrong? Were you so terrible at it—
"I don't deserve you... A monster like me doesn't deserve an angel like you."
Where was this coming from??
"Say that again, I dare you."
"I don't de—"
This idiot!
You pecked his lips to cut him off.
"You big dummy," you begin, "I love you too, idiot. You may be a monster but not what everyone else defines you as. I love you as you are. You're my best friend, and dare I say my l-lover now. Is that right...?"
Duruk gives you a small, gentle smile, "If you'll have me, then yes, for as long as you want me to be." He says, sniffling a sob as a couple more tears tumbled down his rugged face.
You never thought you'd see him like this. He was the one who kept making you laugh with his stories and terrible jokes. Before you, in your hands was someone vulnerable, his eyes soft and fond as he gazed into yours.
It made your heart pound and it hurt.
You leaned in and he met you halfway, kissing once again, deeper and more intimate this time. Real. You brought your arms around his neck, your tears spilling out and he tightened his grip around you. It felt like a dream, too good to be true, but the way he hugged you like you were the only thing that anchored him in this world made you believe it wasn't. All of this was real and you couldn't be anymore happier.
From above, the glittering stars, the light gentle as they shone, bear witness to two freed hearts, bottled up feelings gushing out like a broken dam as you embraced one another and lost yourselves in the moment of bliss, cheeks stained and clothes lightly damp from the tiny rivulets of liquid that dropped down.
It's a lovely night, isn't it?
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Ghezen’s Diamond
Written for the 2021 @grishaversebigbang reverse mini-bang challenge!
@kavinskysdick made an incredible, heartwarming, cozy piece of art for this short fic, which you can find here.
Summary: A couple of years after Rule of Wolves, Zoya Nazyalensky and Alina Starkov catch up over a game of cards.
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,240
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Zoya threw down her cards. “You win. Again.” She shook her head and reached for the glass of wine at her elbow, grumbling, “Must be orphan’s luck.”
Alina raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think orphans are known to be particularly lucky.”
The two women sat in the little dining room in Zoya’s palace apartments, looking at each other from opposite sides of a small, round table. The gaslamps on the wall had been turned low, and the fat candles on the table dripped wax, somehow already half the height they had been when they were lit. A pitcher stood nearby, but they were so intent on the cards that they hadn’t poured from it in a while. Outside the window, beyond the silhouetted treetops, Os Alta sparkled in the distance.
The card game they played was called Ghezen’s Diamond, which Nikolai had picked up from a mutual acquaintance in Ketterdam. Zoya didn’t know where the name came from, although she assumed the diamond was for how the four cards turned face-down at the start of the game were arranged between the two players. They had been turned upright now, and the joker grinning near Alina had clinched her victory. For the third time in a row.
Zoya glared. “Orphan’s cunning, then.”
“Are you accusing me of cheating?”
“Did I say that?” She sipped her wine. “It does take a certain amount of cunning to survive as an orphan. If you read anything else into what I said, it’s your own fault.”
“Hard to cheat when you’ve only just learned the game.” Alina’s lips pressed together like she was trying to stifle a smile. “You haven’t changed a bit. You’ve never been a graceful loser.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m always graceful.”
Zoya’s eyes caught a flicker of movement; a small orange cat stretching on the mantel above the fireplace before settling back down into a contented nap. She had no idea why Alina had brought the animal, much less how Oncat had liked the long journey to Os Alta, but Alina claimed she never went anywhere without the cat. Scrawny and patchy as she still was, Oncat was a familiar sight, and part of Zoya was glad to see she fared as well as the rest of them.
Alina laughed. “It’s good to see you, too, you know. I’m surprised that you were first to snatch me up, but I guess I shouldn’t be.”
Zoya shrugged, but she was pleased. Years ago, she thought Alina common, but now she believed that was a strength, not a weakness. Unlike so many people she was faced with day to day, Alina never put on airs. Zoya had grown to appreciate that.
But instead of speaking any of this aloud, she said, “Genya will want her turn with you. And you can bet she’ll want to do something about that hair.”
Alina reached up to tug at a lock, snowy white at the ends and dark at the roots. “You don’t like it? I like it. I think it’s unique.”
“‘Unique’ is only ever a polite way to disguise something unflattering,” Zoya sniffed. She couldn’t help but keep sneaking glances at Alina’s hair whenever she could. It had gone white years ago, after a remarkable and twisted display of power, but her natural brown was slowly creeping back in. Whereas many women greyed as they aged, it seemed almost as if time had begun to reverse for Alina, as if in apology for her other losses. She looked a little older in the face, true, but that hair…
Zoya looked at her own wrists, banded by dragonscale bracelets, and at her hands, thinking of the power they held. There was so much they still failed to understand about what they were.
“What is it?” Alina asked, taking her hand. That was another thing about Alina — she only ever approached people as people. No grandstanding, no groveling. A queen or a vagrant, they were all handled the same way. Zoya hadn’t understood it at the time, had resented her for all of the praise and attention she got, but maybe Alina was the best Saint any of them could have wished for.
“Is your hair color the only thing coming back?”
“Yes,” Alina said. She sounded a little mournful, then forced a laugh, drawing her hand back. “I wouldn’t know what to do with my power if I had it again.”
Zoya felt a pang of sympathy. If their positions were reversed, she might have withered away years ago. Well, no, that wasn’t right. Zoya had survived too much for that. Still, she loved her power, and it was a struggle every day to keep from loving it too much. “That’s not true. You handled it more responsibly than anyone else would have, at your age.”
“You’re slipping,” Alina remarked, eyeing Zoya over her own wine glass. “I think that was a compliment.”
“Well, it’s not saying much. Seventeen is a ridiculous age to have a country on your shoulders.”
“We definitely agree on that.” She leaned forward and playfully clinked her glass against Zoya’s. “Although I think I left the country in good hands, all things considered.”
“We have managed to keep things running, haven’t we?”
Alina grinned. “I’m sure it’s easier with four hands than it was with two,” she said, glancing conspicuously at the wedding band on Zoya’s right hand.
“It was never just two hands,” Zoya replied, but she, too, glanced at the ring, unable to keep the hint of a smile from touching her lips. “Nikolai’s or mine. We had the Triumvirate, Tamar, Tolya.” She paused. “But yes, on the whole, I would agree that this is better.”
“Not ready to throttle him yet?”
“Nearly every day.” She tossed her head. “But that’s marriage, isn’t it?”
Alina just kept smiling. Aside from the hair — Genya would have words with her — she looked well. True, the dark circles under her eyes were back now that she was no longer Grisha; she probably spent half the night rocking crying children to sleep or whatever women who ran orphanages did. But the rosy flush to her cheeks spoke of health, and her eyes were bright and alert. Even her two-toned hair seemed lustrous. The wool robe she wore was plainer than Zoya’s silk brocade, which seemed to glitter by comparison, but it was well-made and probably more comfortable. Her own wedding ring shone in the low light. Perhaps a simple life suited her.
Zoya might never understand that, but on second thought, maybe she could. A small fraction of it, anyway. When she was alone with Nikolai, and a woman, not a queen. When she was alone with Alina, and she was simply someone’s friend.
That thought strayed far too close to true vulnerability. “Let’s play again,” she said, gathering up the cards and beginning to shuffle them. “This time, I will beat you.”
“A woman can dream,” Alina quipped.
But even as she dealt the cards, Zoya knew that this was the dream: an evening with an old friend, the chance to be just Zoya Nazyalensky and Alina Starkov, not Saints or martyrs or rulers or whatever they were outside of this room. Like most dreams, it felt slightly absurd and didn’t fit quite right. Still, she would miss it a little when the morning came and it dissolved into mist, transient and ephemeral, the stuff that fond memories are made of.
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