#and I lived with him for awhile and he’s my favorite family member and was super influential to my politics

[a-supernatural-writer]

Rusted Orange Leaves

Poly Lost Boys x gender neutral reader

It's been awhile! I am so sorry for being gone so long. Ever since graduating life has been sort of a roller coaster. Working full time along with trying to figure out student loans has been tough.

I wanted to start writing again and get back into The Lost Boys with a bit of a self indulgent fic. For context I recently lost my Nana (grandmother) a couple weeks ago and its been tough to say the very least. She was not only my grandmother but she was another mother to me and in this fic there is a lot of things that are actual things that my Nana and I would do together. Not only that but this is also a fic for anyone who might've lost there own grandmother or even a grandparent in general who you had a very close connection with.

Happy fall to all of you and I am very excited to write for one of my favorite seasons of the year. Get ready for some spooky, Halloween fun and in general fall themed fluff.

Word Count: 1,840

The smell of pumpkin and cinnamon filled David’s noise as he walked into a place that he called a second home. Music that he remembered coming out during the time of the 1910’s and 20’s played at a reasonable volume. Being loud enough for anyone to enjoy but just low enough that people could talk comfortably to each other without raising their voice. 

He smiled softly as he walked deeper into the house and caught sight of you doing your thing around the kitchen. 

You were making your grandmother’s infamous great pumpkin cookies that she made every year around the fall holidays. You smiled a little though that smile didn’t quite reach your eyes as you mixed in the chocolate morsels that went in the cookies. 

But now these cookies were to be made by you and other members of your family since your grandmother unfortunately passed away not even a month ago in September, just before the leaves started to turn. 

A part of you was sentimental; making her baked goods and other recipes she taught you ever since you were little. You and your mother were really the only two who she taught her recipes to, leaving it to the both of you to teach the rest of the family. 

You had her cookies on your list along with her pumpkin and apple pie and the traditional fall soups she made from scratch. You also had some of your own recipes you’ve been wanting to make. 

With it being the beginning of October, the leaves turning their beautiful vibrant colors, you turned on the music that your grandparents played and had been going at it in the kitchen since the early hours of the morning. 

You were so engrossed in your activity that you didn’t notice your boyfriend David walk into your home. You had given him a key a while ago, turning your home into his home as well… along with your other three boyfriends; Dwayne, Marko and Paul. 

David had gotten there before any of the boys could. He knew that you were dealing with your grief in your own way. You had been having your days where certain sounds, images and even scents sent you into a crying mess. Hell, even before your grandmother passed away, you got so upset because a candle you bought smelt like her. 

You wanted to bask in her scent forever. Her smell gave you comfort and it scared you that you could never live in it again so you haven’t even lit it since her passing. Afraid to lose it and never smell it again. 

David knew that your grandparents weren’t just that, they were another set of parents; a mother and father to you. David knew how much your grandmother loved you. He and the boys got to spend some time with her and she talked about you so much and always wanted to make sure that you were taken care of. You were her first grandchild and she loved you like you were her own. 

Your grandmother even had them tear up, making them promise her that they would love you and make sure that you would always be happy and live your life. And they promised that. 

You eyed the amount of batter in your mixing bowl, finally noticing David when he walked into the kitchen, “Hey.” You said quietly, not fully trusting your feelings in that moment. You wanted to cry, but at the same time, you were feeling the most comfortable since her passing. 

David smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your temple, “Hey. I can see you’ve been busy.” 

You nodded, leaning into him, “I made some apple turnovers for the first time. I think they came out really good. I have another batch in the oven and pumpkin soup is simmering on the stove… think it’s too much?” 

David shook his head, “Nope. I think it’s perfect. Do you need any help?” David didn’t think it was too much. If anything with how much the four of them loved your food, it could never be enough. And who was he to stop you from cooking and baking, this was your way of coping, he didn’t want to stop you from healing. 

You felt warm and fuzzy when he offered to help. Cooking with David was always wonderful. It surprised you just how much he enjoyed doing the activity with you. It warmed your heart even more at the idea that you were gonna teach him your grandmother’s recipes. 

“Yeah, I can teach you her pumpkin pie and I wanted to make her chicken pot pie to go with the soup.” You could help but get excited as you explained what you wanted to make. 

David just smiled, taking off his coat and gloves, grabbing a basic brown waist apron that was hanging on a hook in your kitchen, matching your own. You got one for him after he complained a little by getting flour and food particles on his pants one night. 

He tied it around his waist and grabbed the kitchenware he needed and the ingredients that he needed. He followed your instructions as you did your own thing, chopping whatever vegetables and poultry needed for the chicken pot pie. 

Of course, during the longest part of cooking, prep work, did the others file into your home. 

Paul came in smiling at the scene before him. He never in his life thought he would see David doing such a domestic thing in his life, but then again, he didn’t think that for himself either. “Do we have to kiss the cooks?” Paul teased before giving you a kiss on the lips, tasting pumpkin and chocolate on your tongue as he gave you a stomach fluttering deep kiss that held nothing but love with no lust behind it. Just pure love. 

David rolled his eyes when Paul gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek to tease the bleach blonde. “Smells great in here.” 

Paul honestly loved it when the home smelled like this. Your home for him was a place of comfort. A place for him to unwind and just relax. That’s what made you very similar to your grandmother. Both of you made your homes feel like a home. 

He always thought your grandmother was the definition of a grandmother. A woman with a heart of gold and a pure soul. Always making sure everyone was taken care of. The day she passed was a sad one. 

He was frozen in fear the moment the news settled in for you. He had never seen someone feel so much pain that wasn’t physical. He’d seen you sob your heart out before. But seeing your face turn into anguish and cry out so loudly and so heart broken, truly shook him to his core. 

Since then he’s been treating you much more softly. It wasn’t per your request, but something in him changed and he wanted to show you just how much he cherished you. It’s not like he didn’t already, he just had a much more lustful and hornier way of going about it. 

Marko was next to walk in, carrying a small brown bag in his hand and smiled once he saw you spreading out the cookie batter on the pan, “Are those the pumpkin cookies you were talking about?” 

Marko softly grabbed your chin and placed a short kiss on each of your cheeks before placing one on your lips. 

You giggled as Marko gently nipped at your lip, “Yes. I’m gonna bake them once the rest of the apple turnovers are done… what did you get?” 

Marko smiled as he carefully pulled out two tea cups with saucers attached to them. One design to be like fall colored leaves and the other in the shape of a pumpkin with leaves. You cooed at the teacups, wanting to hold them but didn’t want to dirty them with the batter on your hands. 

“Oh, Marko. They’re so cute.” You cooed softly. Marko felt his chest swell with pride as he got you a gift that made your eyes sparkle. And he knew that tone in your voice. You only talk that way when you truly love something. 

“I’ll go put them with the rest of your collection.” He took the teacups and placed them in a wooden cupboard with glass that you used as a display case for your teacups that you pulled out in rotation to use. You had an addition to mugs and teacups and you had an ever growing collection that weren’t just sitting on a shelf but were used for different times throughout the year. 

Marko grinned to himself. He had been trying his best to make you smile recently. Little gifts and outings have been his way to do just that. Even though you’ve told him multiple times that he didn’t need to buy you any gifts, he wanted to. He loved seeing your eyes shine with happiness and he wanted to treat you. You’ve been going through your emotions and even your thoughts for the most part alone. 

You didn’t want to talk to your family much about how you were feeling, afraid of judgment on some weird level. You were afraid that your family wasn’t going to understand how you felt and the way you were going through your grieving process. 

After placing the teacups in the case, he took one of the apple turnovers you already made and took a bite of it, groaning at how good they were. “These are banging.” He comments. Paul joined in and grabbed one of his own, enjoying the freshly baked dessert. 

Dwayne was the last to walk in. Seeing you doing something that you love and glowing, his heart, if it could, would’ve fluttered. Without a word, Dwayne came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaned down placing a kiss on your forehead. “You’re not pushing yourself, are you?”

You shook your head, done with placing the batter on the pans, “No. I’ve been taking breaks here and there throughout the day.” 

Dwayne hummed, squeezing your waist a little, “Good.” 

He didn’t want you overworking yourself too much, even if it was doing something you loved. Sometimes, Dwayne would just make sure that you took time to rest and relax. He knew how hard the past couple weeks have been for you. If the nights of you crying in his arms didn’t tip him off, then you being extra clinging to them lately did. 

You moved to go wash your hands, Dwayne still having a grip on you and moving with you, not wanting to let go yet.

You chuckled, and after you dried off your hands, you reached up and tangled your fingers through his hair. Feeling the utmost content in this moment. 

Out of all the days that have gone by in the past couple weeks, for once you felt at ease.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #poly lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #gender neutral reader #david x reader #paul x reader #marko x reader #dwayne x reader

[megamett44-lover]

Hey! Could you do chris sturniolo meeting your family??

I love this, of course!!

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: In which the reader brings Chris to her hometown for Christmas

Warnings/Notes: She/her pronouns

Requested? Yes!

𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

Chris fiddled with my fingers as I drove, the busy interstate stealing my attention away from him. He softly hummed along to some Dominic Fike song playing on my phone, twisting the rings on my fingers. I had turned off my GPS awhile back, knowing I wasn’t far from home.

We had decided last Summer to meet each others families over the holidays. It wasn’t that hard for me, seeing as I already knew Matt and Nick, but Chris, on the other hand, had not met a single member of my family. So I went with him to Boston back in November for Thanksgiving, and now here we were, going back to my hometown for Christmas.

“What if they don’t like me?” Chris asks, still twisting my rings.

I laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, they’ll love you.”

“But what if they don’t?” He asks, turning to look at me.

“Stop stressing, they’ve been begging to meet you for forever.” I say. “Plus, you forget my sister is like, your number one fangirl.”

My little sister has been watching Chris, Nick, and Matt for awhile before I had met Chris. You can imagine her surprise when I left home for UCLA and returned home dating one of her favorite YouTubers.

“Yeah, but-” Chris starts before I cut him off.

“No more buts,” I say. “They’ll love you, end of discussion.”

Chris sighs, slumping down in his seat. I’ve never seen him so stressed before. It warmed my heart knowing he wanted to make a good first impression on my family.

After another half hour of driving, we finally pulled into my drive way. I grabbed Chris’ hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it.

“Don’t be afraid,” I say. “My dad can smell fear.”

Chris shakes his head in disbelief. “What, what?”

“Just kidding.” I laugh, stepping out of the car. I open the trunk to grab my bags and Christmas presents.

Chris joins me, grabbing his own bags. I place my hand on his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Seriously, though, don’t worry.” I say. “Just be yourself. They see how happy you make me, and I can promise they already love you for that.” I step up on my tip toes and place a small kiss to his cheek.

I slam the trunk down. “Alright, let’s hurry up.” I say. “Moms probably already done with dinner and I want first dibs on the stuffing!”

Chris and I walk up my concrete walkway and up my porch. The bright handmade wreath on the door jingled slightly as the door flew open, revealing my parents.

“Y/n!” My mom said, enveloping me into a warm hug. “Oh honey, we’ve missed you so much!”

My dad stands in the doorway, watching the joyful reunion. “Welcome home, kid.” He says, hugging me once my mom released me.

I stepped back, grabbing Chris’ hand. “Mom, dad, this is Chris.” I say, looking towards him.

“Sir, ma’am, nice to meet you.” Chris says, extending a hand out to them.

“Please, call us Y/m/n and Y/d/n.” My mom says, taking his hand. “We’ve heard so much about you.”

“Nice to meet you, son.” My dad says, shaking his hand.

“Well come on in, you two! It’s freezing out here!” My mom says, ushering is inside.

Chris and I step inside, hand-in-hand, as we’re wrapped in the warmth of the fireplace burning by our Christmas tree.

“Dinner is almost ready,” My mom announces. “Chris, honey, make yourself at home.”

Chris smiles in return and looks back to me. “So far, so good…I think.” He says.

“Told you, nothing to worry about.” I respond.

Chris looks behind me, looking at a table in our living room littered with old pictures.

“Oh my God!” He exclaims, picking up a photo from my first day of 6th grade.

I remember that day. My frizzy y/h/c hair was a bit wild, the baby fat still evident on my face, paired with my neon green braces, it didn’t make for a very flattering photo.

“Ew, put that down!” I say.

Chris laughs. “Why? You looked cute!”

“Gross, please stop.” I groan as Chris continues to laugh.

I roll my eyes slightly, in doing so, I see another pair of eyes staring at us from the top of the stairs; my little sister.

“Hi, sissy.” I say, walking over to the bottom of the stairs. Chris turns around hearing my voice, spitting my sister as well. “You wanna come down?”

She nods slowly, before making her way downstairs. She hugs my waist tightly.

“I missed you.” She says.

“I missed you more, kid.” I say, stroking her hair. “Hey, I have someone I want you to meet.” I walk her over to Chris and he bends down to get on her eye level.

“Hi, I’m Chris.” He says, offering her his hand.

She takes it, her hand looking tiny in his. “I know. I watch all your videos.” She responds.

“Oh really?” Chris asks.

“Yep!” She says, popping the ‘p’.

“Well who’s your favorite?” Chris asks her, brow raised slightly.

“Nick.” She responds. “He’s really funny. You are too, though. So is Matt.”

Chris laughs. “Yeah, he is…maybe one day I can introduce you two?”

My sisters eyes light up. “Really?!” She asks in disbelief.

“For sure.” Chris responds.

My sister turns to me. “He’s my favorite boyfriend you’ve ever had!” She exclaims.

I laugh. “Yeah, mine too.”

“Better be.” Chris laughs, sliding an arm around my waist.

“Hey guys, dinner is ready. But I wanted to do something first.” My mom says, walking into the living room with my father, who’s carrying a small wrapped box.

“We know Christmas is tomorrow, but we wanted to give you this now.” My dad says, extending the box to Chris.

Chris looks at it confusedly. “For me?” He asks. My parents nod.

“Well go on, open it.” I urge.

Chris peels back the wrapping paper carefully, revealing a white box. He opens it, and inside is a read stocking with the letter ‘C’ embroidered on it.

I nudged him to show him my families stockings hanging above the fireplace, each with our initials on it.

“We’ve seen how happy you make our daughter, so we wanted to properly welcome you into the family.” My dad says.

“Oh…” Chris says, clearly taken aback by the gesture. “Thank you guys, this means a lot to me.”

“Of course, honey.” My mom says. “We’re glad you could be here.”

I help Chris hang his stocking next to mine above the fireplace.

“That looks nice.” I say.

“It does.” Chris hums in response.

“Alright kids, let’s dig in while the foods still hot!” My mom says, directing everyone to the kitchen.

“Hey,” Chris says to me, grabbing my waist as my family exits the room. “look up.”

I look up to see him holding a fake mistletoe above my head.

“Where’d you get that?” I ask.

“Doesn’t matter, but you know the rules.” He says, looking down at me.

I step up on my tip toes, giving him a small peck. “Happy?” I ask.

“Very happy.” He says with an adorable grin as we head into the kitchen to eat.

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo triplets x reader #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic

[joshym]

Lilac Moon

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!Reader

Summary:

You’re a singer in a small, local band called Lilac Moon. You play rock and roll music with a bit of a bluesy, jazzy, r&b flair to it. You moved to Nashville with your best friend, Ivy, to pursue your dreams, leaving your families behind as they weren’t the most supportive of this endeavor.

Your band does well enough locally, even having a small group of die hard fans who love you, but you haven’t been able to go much beyond that.

You now have 2 self funded, indie label ep’s out, and currently working on your first album. However, lack of funds is making this venture quite difficult and it’s taking longer than you and the band would’ve liked. This means picking up gigs wherever and whenever the opportunity strikes. It’s mostly small, run down bars that you play, bars that are really only visited by the locals. This makes it a bit hard to get your music out there and the joy of playing has ceased due to lack of motivation.

One night, you and your band have a gig at a small, locally owned bar in East Nashville. To your surprise, all four members of your favorite band just so happen to be in the crowd.

After the show, you catch them talking with your manager.

What could this possibly mean? And why did Josh keep staring at you during the set?

Word Count: 5.4k+

Warnings: (18+ MINORS DNI) *most of these are eventual warnings, not specifically presented in this chapter. each chapter will have it’s own specific set of warnings* angst, mentions of cheating, alcohol abuse, fighting, arrests, drug use, sexual situations, lots of eventual SMUT.

a/n: hi, everyone! ☺️ this is an idea I’ve had stuck in my head for awhile now, and I’ve finally found the time to sit down and write it. I really hope you all enjoy this little brainchild of mine. don’t be afraid to let me know what you think!

much love, lis. 🤍

(let me know if you want to be added to the taglist🫶🏻)

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You decided to take a stroll through downtown Nashville by yourself this morning, clearing your head after a particularly stressful set with the band last night. Nothing worked right, from the sound system to the lighting, all the way to your tired and worn-out vocals. You had another set tonight at the same bar, and you were incredibly nervous. You needed to get some fresh air, clear your mind, and walking the streets of Nashville in the quiet of the early morning usually did the trick. 

You’re walking aimlessly, green tea with honey in hand, when you’re stopped abruptly by running into the back of someone. 

You nearly spill your tea all over the unsuspecting man you so rudely collided with. He turns around swiftly as you struggle to keep your balance. Upon turning to face you, you're left breathless. Is this….Josh? Josh Kiszka? From Greta Van Fleet? 

Greta Van Fleet is one of your favorite bands, one of your biggest inspirations. You’ve been in love with their music since the early days of From the Fires. You and your best friend followed them to countless gigs, even had a few priceless souvenirs such as some guitar picks from Jake and even a drumstick from Danny. 

You knew they lived in Nashville, but over the course of living here over the last few years, your paths somehow never crossed. You were busy, they were busy, it just never happened.

You’re completely still, stuck staring at this man whose music inspired you to chase after your dreams. 

He looks at you with a confused grin plastered to his face, and you knew then that you had to say something.

“Holy shit, I am so sorry. I totally wasn’t paying any attention. I didn’t spill this on you, did I?” 

You decided then that you wouldn’t let on that you knew who he was. You weren’t going to be that annoying fangirl that gawked at him and made him feel uncomfortable by proclaiming your love for him. So, you did your best to keep your cool, opting to just treat him like the human being he is.

“No, no not at all!” He huffed a laugh. It eased your nerves only slightly. “Just took me by surprise.”

You’re relieved that he’s so cool about it. He giggles more as he takes in your mortified expression. 

You stand there for a spell, wondering what to say, when suddenly a very loud laugh comes out of nowhere. You turn to your side to see Sammy, Josh’s little brother and the band's bassist and pianist. You then realize that he was most likely a witness to the whole thing.

“Ah, ignore my dimwitted brother. He’s high as shit at the moment.”

Sammy walks towards you both, holding two lattes that came from the small coffee shop around the corner.

You’re starting to question whether any of this is real. Josh and Sammy, here? With you? It simply can’t be.

“Here’s your oat milk latte, brother, sans dairy so your voice doesn’t turn to shit. Hey, thank you for almost sending my brother to another dimension, but you should try a little harder next time. Really get the job done.”

He pats your back as he’s praising your clumsy act, laughing as he envisions the scenario all over again. You laugh with him, but the embarrassment creeps back up on you and Josh notices.

“Sammy boy, get fucked. She barely nudged me. Besides, it would take a lot more than that to send me to oblivion. I’m quite sturdy on my feet, as you know.”

“Yeah, okay. Pretty sure you’ve been on your ass more than your feet in your lifetime.”

You all start laughing, and the boys are laughing quite loudly as you hold back a little to not embarrass yourself even more with your obnoxious, snorting laugh. 

You can’t help but notice Josh’s not-so-subtle glances at you as the two of you make eye contact multiple times. His eyes are so genuine, so sincere. You’re pretty sure you’d get lost in them if you gave yourself half the chance. 

There’s no way he’d ever be interested in me, right?

“Um, well, sorry again. I really need to pay better attention. I just zoned out completely, I guess.”

Josh giggles, making you blush.

“No seriously, it’s no big deal. What’s your name?”

“My name's y/n.”

“Well, y/n, this is my much younger, far more immature brother Sammy, and I’m Josh. It’s nice to meet you on this lovely morning.”

You laugh a little at this, not because of what he said about Sammy, but because it seems so strange to you that they’re introducing themselves so casually, like they aren’t rockstars in one of the biggest bands in the world and completely unknown to the fact like you’re one of their biggest fans. You keep up the act, not wanting to make this encounter anymore awkward for you.

“It’s nice to meet you guys, too! I, um, should probably get going. Pretty busy day. I’m sorry again. I’ll pay better attention next time!”

“Oh, next time, huh? Look Josh, she’s already planning your second date!”

“Sam, you're absolutely insufferable. I sincerely mean it, y/n. No hard feelings at all. But I’m holding you to that paying attention sentiment. Some people around here aren’t nearly as pleasant as I am.”

There was something about hearing him say your name that instantly caused the butterflies in your stomach to swarm.

He ended his statement with a wink. You smiled and looked down at your feet, attempting to hide the blush that was again creeping up on your cheeks.

“Thanks, Josh. Hope to see you guys around sometime!”

You continued your walk while waving back at the rockstar brothers, nearly crashing into yet another bystander and causing them both to laugh. 

What you didn’t know was Josh watched you walk away until you were out of sight. He was captivated by you. He loved how shy and sweet you were, and he thought it was adorable how your cheeks turned pink with almost every word he said. He knew he wouldn’t forget you, and he genuinely hoped you would bump into him again. 

“Oh, Joshua. You foolish fuck.”

“Um, pardon me?”

“She was clearly into you. You’re batshit for not asking for her number.”

“I don’t know, Sam. I think the universe might have something in store beyond our control. I don’t believe that’s the last I’ll see of her.”

“Damn hippie.”

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You’ve been resting most of the day, drinking lots of warm tea and gearing up for the show tonight that you’d been secretly dreading. 

You love music. You love performing. You love the feeling of being on stage. Nothing compares to it. But lately, you've been in a slump. You’ve lost your confidence, your ambition. You’re quickly running out of money, and the small amount that these gigs make you and the band is hardly enough to keep you afloat.

You want to finish the album. You want to move forward from this phase in your career. It just wasn’t happening, and you felt stagnant. 

You’re not sure how much longer you can continue these bar gigs full of drunk, mindless people who couldn’t give a shit one about your art. If you have to listen to one more belligerent man yelling at you to take your top off in the middle of a heartfelt song, you might *accidentally* toss an amplifier in the general direction of said man.

You hate that you feel this way. You hate that the music has become lost in the stress of trying to make enough money to eat.

You want to go back to the beginning of it all, back to wanting nothing more than to make the music you want to make with the people you love the most. That all seems like a distant memory, a dream of a dream trapped in another lifetime.

Still yet, you tried your best and gave your all in every show. 

You were often emotional on stage as the lyrics you typically write come straight from your heart. There’s something so magical about creating a song and sharing it with the world. It’s when you allow yourself to be your most vulnerable, to truly let the music guide your spirit. 

There’s always a bet in place amongst your bandmates over whether or not you’ll cry during a set. Jokes on the ones betting that you won’t break down in tears, because 9 times out of 10, you do.

Although you still weren’t thrilled about playing in the same, lackluster bar as the night before, something about tonight felt different. You couldn’t quite pinpoint it. You somehow felt a little lighter, a little more inspired. Maybe tonight won’t be as much of a shitshow. You hoped for as much, at least.

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You arrived at the bar around 5:00 in the evening, about two hours before the doors were set to open. You weren’t scheduled to hit the stage until 9:00, but you and the band wanted a little extra time for a soundcheck given how messy last night was.

You all start getting things set up, but it didn’t take long considering you had left most of it in place from the night before.

You’re in front of the microphone stand preparing for a mic check when the go ahead is given from the guy in the sound booth. You started singing a little melody you randomly came up with, moving your thumb up and down a few times signaling where you needed the volume set.

You never used any sort of in-ear monitors over fear of them not working properly, and you just never saw the need for them since you mostly played really small venues. This meant that the sound truly needed to be perfected at every show to ensure you could hear yourself and your bandmates properly.

Still talking to the mic, you decide to tell everyone about your encounter earlier.

“You guys will never believe who I ran into this morning. And by that I mean I quite literally ran into him, like physically bumped into his back. I wanted to crawl in a hole.”

Jay, the guitarist, (and unfortunately your ex) had to chime in with his typical rhetoric of mocking you and your not-so-graceful moments.

“Jesus, y/n. It’s a wonder they let you out on your own and not worry about whether or not you’ll be fit to sing the next day. Why is it you always find yourself in these stupid situations?”

“To be fair, it’s because you played like shit last night and I had to think of how we were going to make up for it tonight. So, I guess you could say I was a bit distracted.”

The other two in the band bust up in laughter. 

You and Jay never really rekindled your friendship after the break up, considering he cheated on you multiple times, with multiple different women.

You managed to keep things professional, because as much as you hated to admit it, he was a damn good guitar player and you two have written some wonderful pieces together. Your music just wouldn’t be the same without each other. 

“Alright, alright. That’s enough, guys. Tell us, y/n! I’m dying to know.”

Your bassist, Ivy, has been your best friend for the better part of the last decade. You two decided to leave your hometown behind and take on Nashville together, to live out your dreams. 

She wasn’t a huge fan of Jay. Never had been, if she were to be honest. She never fully approved of you two dating over fear that he’d do, well, exactly what he did. She could see right through him when you were stuck with your rose-colored glasses on. She tolerated him for the sake of the band, but you’re her best friend. More like her sister. She hated him for what he did to you.

“Okay, first let me ask you this. Who would you say my favorite band is?”

Ivy immediately stops what she’s doing and looks at you with wide eyes and an open mouth.

She knows exactly where this is going. 

The two of you had gone to as many of their shows as you could before starting the band. You guys had always bonded over music, and Greta Van Fleet was a band that made your friendship even stronger. They brought out the best parts of you both.

“No fucking way.”

You just look at her with the biggest smile on your face as hers displays more and more shock.

“Are you fucking serious, y/n?” she asks with the biggest grin you think you’ve ever seen on her.

Julien, the drummer, also caught on immediately. He knows you and Ivy had a huge thing for Greta Van Fleet in the past. (still do, unapologetically)

“Oh my god, holy shit, y/n. Which one did you meet?”

“Josh. Fucking Josh. And I didn’t just meet him, I slammed into him from behind because I was off in my own world. Then Sammy came up and he-”

Ivy cuts you off with a loud gasp.

“JOSH? SAM? You’re shitting me. What were they like? What did you say?”

“Josh was so nice, so funny. And Sammy was hilarious. But I was so embarrassed and honestly completely taken off guard. I didn’t say much, just kept telling him I was sorry for invading his space that way.”

“Did you tell them about the band? About how much their music inspired us?”

“Well, no. In fact I acted like I didn’t know them at all. I didn’t want to embarrass myself even more, ya know? And I didn’t want it to turn into a shameless plug.”

“You’re much stronger than I am, y/n. I probably would’ve lost my fucking mind. I’m proud of you for keeping your composure.”

The three of you laugh as you all know damn well that Ivy was right in saying she would’ve lost her mind.

Jay then shoots you a look of pure anger as he makes his way over to you.

“What the fuck, y/n! That could’ve been our chance! They could’ve hooked us up with their people, their label, anything! You fucked us over! You didn’t even invite them to the show? Fucking ridiculous.”

“I didn’t want to bother them with that! They probably get so sick of things like that, of small bands using them to get their name out. I refuse to be that person. We’re not that desperate, Jay.”

“You’re so selfish, you know that?”

With that he storms off, leaving you and the rest of the band in complete silence.

Julien walks up to you, wrapping you in a big hug. A world famous, Julien hug.

“Don’t listen to him, y/n. You did the right thing.”

Julien is the peacekeeper in the group, and whenever trouble brews he’s usually the first to ease the tensions.

He followed Jay to try and alleviate some of his anger so that you all could have a proper soundcheck.

“God, he’s a prick. Why do we keep him around again, y/n?”

You huff out a laugh while you’re adjusting your mic stand to the perfect height. 

“When you find another guitarist with half his skill, let me know and we’ll drop him. Until then, I think we’re stuck, Ivy.”

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7:30 pm

You had run through a pretty successful soundcheck and had now gone backstage to your respective dressing rooms to get ready.

You and Ivy typically shared a room so you both could share makeup and stage clothes. You liked to coordinate with each other for performances.

The rooms were small and dingy, and they wreaked of old cigarettes and stale beer. They also barely had any lighting so you two had to use the flashlights on your phones to be able to see to do your makeup. 

Tonight, you had decided on a black leather mini skirt with black tights and a strapless black bandeau top with a sheer bell sleeved crop top over it that tied in the front. You chose a pair of black doc martens to complete the look, along with your insane number of necklaces that you stacked with precision.

Ivy chose a low cut, short black dress that hugged her curves in the perfect way. She was a lot more graceful in heels than you, so she donned a pair of black leather knee high boots with a 4 inch heel. She added the finishing touches with her necklaces that perfectly matched yours.

You both had done your hair in messy curls with tons of volume, and your makeup each consisted of a sultry, smokey eye with nude lips.

You both looked damn good. 

The guys typically opted for a more casual stage look, usually jeans with some sort of ripped up t-shirt. They didn’t seem to care quite as much as you and Ivy.

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8:55 pm

“You guys have 5 minutes! Better be ready or I’ll have your asses!”

Joe is the ‘unofficial’ manager of Lilac Moon. He’s basically everyone's dad who is there to keep you all in line. He’s technically retired from the music business, having been everything from a producer and a sound technician, to a member of multiple different groups, playing just about every instrument under the sun. He’s a bit of a jack of all trades, you could say.

He barely gets paid, but he doesn't mind. He enjoys the music and loves being the mentor for the group. He isn’t afraid to tell it straight, but he always has a loving intent. 

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9:03 pm

Jay and Julien are already on stage ready to go, keeping the crowd entertained while you and Ivy finish up some last minute touches to your stage looks. It’s not uncommon for you two to be the last ones to make it out.

“Y/n! Ivy! It’s past nine, let’s go! You look fine, now get yourselves out there!”

“Shit. Sorry, Joe! We’re ready!”

You and Ivy finally hit the stage to roaring applause as your local fans are excited to see you both.

Ivy quickly grabs her white Hofner violin bass, already plugged in and ready to be played.

You make your way to the mic and start talking to the crowd, making some of your famous (more like infamous) jokes to warm up the audience. 

You look back and nod at the band, signaling that you’re ready. At last, the bar is filled with the sounds of Lilac Moon. 

The crowd is quite loud and excited tonight. You all feed off of their energy perfectly as you play your music. You changed the set a bit from the night before, so everything felt fresh and new. It was going so much better than last night, and you felt the love radiating from the crowd in ways you never had before.

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9:47 pm

You’re at the part of the night that your set typically slows down, doing a few softer, ballad-like songs. 

You had been working on a new song for awhile. It was loosely based on your experience with Jay. You hadn’t performed it yet, knowing you would be entirely too emotional, but you decided that tonight was the night for it. You were ready. 

Before you and Jay split up, he had been teaching you guitar so you could eventually play a little on stage with him. Well, since you broke up, you’ve not really wanted to pick up the instrument again. This new song, though…it requires a bit of backing rhythm guitar, meaning you’re the one that needs to play it.

You walked to the guitar stand to pick up your baby blue epiphone les paul that you bought yourself second hand several years ago. This is the first time you’ll be playing it on stage, and you’re nervous.

“If you’ve been to a Lilac Moon show before, you know this is, um - a bit out of the ordinary.”

The crowd laughs as you get your guitar set up comfortably. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve been practicing. But if it sounds like shit, just blame Jay.”

You glance at him with a smirk as he throws a matching one right back at you.

Right as you're about to strum the beginning chords of the song, you notice a familiar set of faces in the crowd, albeit faces you’ve never seen at one of your shows before.

You’re completely still as you lock eyes with none other than Josh. To say you’re stunned is an understatement. 

He looks just as shocked as you, with a large, confused smile gracing his face. There’s no way he remembers you, right? No - no way in hell. 

To make matters worse, the whole band is here. They’re with other people whom you can only assume are friends of theirs, possibly their security team or management. 

You’re not sure how long they’ve been here as the lights pointing to the stage have been far too bright to make out any faces in the crowd up until this point, save for the ones who were right up against the stage.

If you had to guess, you’d say they’ve been here the whole time. Now you’re really nervous. And you’re about to play guitar for the first time in front of a crowd-in front of them. 

It’s too late to back out now, and with your bandmates looking at you with subtle confusion, you decide to just go for it.

“This is a new song we’ve been working on, it’s still a bit of a work in progress so bare with us. It’s called “Alone Again.”’

The crowd gets excited at the thought of new music and you’re happy with the reaction.

The song begins. You start strumming the chords and singing, already feeling the emotions rise.

Don’t you dare start crying, y/n. Not in front of them.

The bridge of this song is passionate, serving as the climax to the eventual heartbreak the song ends with. 

You’re really worked up, unable to control the emotions any longer.

You step away from the mic briefly as you gather yourself during the chorus, Ivys’ backing vocals taking over. Julien watches you with concern as his drumming increases to a wild pace. 

You gain your composure and step back in front of the mic, singing with so much fervency. 

The song ends strong. The crowd is the loudest they’ve been this whole night.

You did it. You fucking did it.

You set your guitar back on the stand and grab the mic.

“What’s a Lilac Moon show without a little emotional breakdown from yours truly, am I right?”

You do this sometimes to lighten the mood a bit, when it all becomes a bit too heavy for your liking. You laugh with the crowd as you all prepare for the final song.

“Let’s get a little louder, shall we?”

The audience cheers as you perform the last song. It’s an upbeat, good old fashioned rock and roll song that never fails to garner a strong reaction from your fans.

You glance every so often to see the famous rock stars dancing and having a great time. 

You can’t believe it. They seem to be enjoying themselves, listening to your music. You would have never in a million years seen this coming.

You finish the song to loud, boisterous applause as you all make your way off stage.

You quickly run up to Ivy to ask her if she saw what you saw, but you’re cut off by the loud chanting of “ENCORE” coming from the audience.

“What the hell? They want an encore?”

You’re surprised as this has never happened before.

“Well shit, kids. Get back out there! Give the people what they want!”

Joe is practically shoving you guys back on stage. You’re all in utter shock as you make your way back out. 

The cheering is almost deafening as you begin another song. 

You’re filled with so much love and excitement as you can feel it emitting from the people in the audience. You feel fulfilled, you feel happy. 

As you’re performing your encore, you can’t help but notice that it seems the boys and their entourage are no longer in the crowd. 

You’re betting they just wanted to leave before the after-show chaos ensues, but you can’t help feeling like maybe they just weren’t impressed enough to stick around for the encore.

You quickly shove those thoughts down to give the audience the best you can give. It was the perfect ending to this amazing show. You guys even decide to throw in your own little rendition of Me and Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin, a crowd favorite cover of yours.

Julien tosses his drumsticks to the crowd as Jay follows suit with a few guitar picks as you exit the stage for the final time.

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10:24 pm

You’re all backstage again, full of pure adrenaline.

Julien runs around hugging everyone and gives you and Ivy enthusiastic kisses on your foreheads.

“Holy shit, guys! I think that’s the best we’ve ever been! Where’s Jay?”

Ivy rolls her eyes and looks at you before responding.

“He’s probably already at the bar on his third or fourth drink. You know how he is; the drinking binge begins as soon as he’s done with his responsibilities to the band.”

You’re not interested in talking about Jay. You have to ask them if they saw the guys in the audience.

“Did you guys see who was out there tonight? I almost lost my shit.”

“What? No, who are you talking about?”

Julien is a bit confused, but Ivy saw them too.

“Holy shit, y/n. What the hell were they doing here? I thought you said you didn’t tell them about us?”

“I didn’t, I swear! I’m just as confused as you are!”

You both hug each other, laughing and trying to make sense of it all.

Julien has already moved on from the conversation, making his way to the bathrooms.

You start to head back to your dressing room to gather up your things when a thought enters your head.

Where’s Joe? He’s always waiting on the side of the stage for us, always there when we exit. Why wasn’t he there after the encore?

As you turn the corner, you see him.

“Joe! There you are! Did you see-”

You then realize that he’s not alone. He’s talking with some people, but not just any people.

He’s talking with Josh, Jake, Sammy and Danny, and the people they came to the bar with were also part of this conversation.

You stop dead in your tracks.

What the hell are they doing back here? And why are they talking to Joe?

“Y/N! Holy shit, you sly dog, you!”

Sammy runs up to you and embraces you in the kind of hug you give to someone you’ve known your whole life. You eagerly hug him back. You can’t believe he remembers you.

Here comes Josh with a huge, toothy smile on his face.

“Hey, y/n!

He pushes Sammy to the side so he can have his turn giving you a hug. He sways you back and forth in his arms a bit and you practically melt under his touch. You feel you could stay in the safety of his arms for the rest of your life. 

He breaks the embrace but keeps his hands planted on your shoulders.

“You know it’s funny, but I can’t seem to recall you telling us you’re in a band. A fucking incredible one, at that!”

“I-I guess I just didn’t think to mention it. What on earth are you guys doing here? I feel like bars like this aren’t really your speed?”

Danny starts to make his way over to you, leaving Jake and their team with Joe to finish the conversation.

“Daniel here has been trying to get us to come and see this band he’s been digging for a while now and we finally agreed. Had I known how fantastic you were, I wouldn’t have hesitated!”

“I don’t know why you idiots haven’t learned by now that you should always trust my music taste.”

Danny introduces himself to you, and you’re once again in shock. 

Danny knows your band? He actually digs your music? 

“I swear every time I see you guys, you blow me away! Truly great stuff.”

How many shows has he been to??

“Oh my god, thank you so much. I’m not even sure what to say. I mean, you guys are incredible and I’m a huge fan. I wouldn’t have ever expected you all to be here and-”

Your rambling is cut short by Josh removing his hands from your shoulders, displaying a look of slight concern mixed with a smirk.

“Wait, you’re a fan of us? You could’ve fooled me! Why didn’t you act like it when we met you this morning?”

Shit. Your act is up.

“Well, I guess I was just in shock and didn’t want you to think I was just another crazed fan who just so happened to run into you accidentally-on-purpose, you know? I swear, it truly was an accident.”

Josh starts giggling at you, seeing that familiar look of embarrassment flushing your face again.

“Oh trust me, y/n. I have no doubt it was an accident. You looked like you saw a ghost or something.” 

He grabs your arm, letting you know it’s okay and that you can relieve some of your visible tension.

“So what are you guys doing back here? What were you talking to Joe about?”

About that time, you hear a high pitched shrill coming from behind you. You instantly know it’s Ivy. 

She runs up to you and the guys and introduces herself to them. She’s having a hard time hiding the fact that she’s a major fan, and you can’t help but laugh at her and her enthusiasm as she hugs them.

Joe, Jake and the people accompanying them start to make their way over to you all.

Jake gives his brothers a confirming nod.

“We’re all set, boys. I suppose we just need the official ‘okay’ from the band.”

Jake glances your way, his cheekbones high on his face and he smiles at you both. 

You and Ivy look at each other with genuine confusion as you can’t figure out what the hell is going on. You both look to Joe for some answers as he’s grinning from ear to ear.

“Y/n, Ivy, the boys and their management have asked me if you would like to join them on the road for the first half of their next tour starting in July. Thoughts on this, ladies?”

You’re both at a loss for words. They want you to join them? What? Is this actually happening?

You instantly look at Josh who appears to be anxiously awaiting your answer as he chimes in.

“You see, we’re down an opener for the first part of the tour, and that’s why Daniel wanted us to come watch you guys tonight. He figured you all would be perfect for the job, and I agree. So what do you say? Care to join us on this audacious trip?”

“Oh my god..I-I mean we’ll have to check with Julien and Jay but, I don’t see why not! That sounds amazing! I can’t believe it, you want us?”

“Josh absolutely insisted on it as soon as you walked out on stage. In fact he could hardly keep his eyes off you, isn’t that right, bro?” Sammy says as he nudges your shoulder and throws you a wink.

You look at Josh to see that his cheeks are the ones burning red this time.

Julien is practically sprinting down the hall when he figures out who’s backstage with you.

“What’s up, guys? Huge fan of your stuff, seriously. So sick to see you here!”

He gives them all handshakes that turn into his notable hugs.

“Hey Jules, they just asked us to join them on the road this summer. Think that’s a good idea?” you ask him as he’s instantly making friends with the other drummer.

“Are- are you fucking serious? Of course I do! No way, man!”

You all break out in laughter as he makes yet another round of handshakes and hugs to show his gratitude.

Josh moves a little closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bumping your hip with his playfully.

“So, it’s settled then, y/n?”

You look at Ivy as she’s vigorously nodding her head up and down, tears in her eyes as she’s struggling to contain her excitement.

“I think that’s a resounding yes!”

to be continued...

Chapter 2

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[ramsywasalittlelamb]

so many feelings struggling to leave my mouth

A Duke Thomas-Centric age regression fic, featuring batfamily members! Little to no Hurt, comfort, 1.7k words! photos found on pinterest!

Warnings: minor discussions of dissociation, if I need to add anymore, let me know!!

Day 1 of Comics Agere Week, Accidental Regression Reveal! Very excited to do this, and I’ve had this fic saved for awhile now, and even throughout all the fics I’ve written since this one, it’s remained my favorite, so I’m happy to share it!! I hope you all love it as much as I do!!

Title from It’s Not The Same Anymore - Rex Orange County

Duke hadn’t really thought anything of the fuzziness that muddled his thoughts.

He had explained it to his friends at his old school before, most of them agreeing that their heads felt a bit clogged sometimes, like thoughts weren’t fully processing, everything felt floaty like their heads were in clouds. They had said it was dissociation, pulling up the definition and symptoms on Google to show Duke.

The reassurance and agreements relieved Duke’s worries, he wasn’t as alone as he thought!

To an extent..

Nobody talked about how they felt like words were harder when exams came around the corner. How their brains fogged over, their only interest being to rewatch their favorite show as a kid for the hundredth time when they got sick. How they craved to be hugged, held in someone’s warm arms and gently rocking them when their bodies ached from exhaustion.

So he stayed quiet and just kept nodding along to his friend’s comments, going with the assumption that he was just dissociating. The symptoms and experience matched his pretty well, nearly perfectly— aside from his unspoken aspects, so why wouldn’t he assume?

After the conversation at school, he didn’t give a second thought when it kept happening, allowing himself to take a step back and take a deep breath from whatever situation was causing the dissociation, only to continue his day with a bit of blurred edges to his brain and vision.

That was until he was sitting in the living area, only a few months into living at Wayne Manor when he felt the cloudiness coming on, his hands slowly losing their firm hold on the Nintendo Switch joy-con, twisting and turning his wrists to move Luigi on the rainbow road track.

He squinted his eyes, brows knitting together as he tried to remain focused onto the screen, the 2nd place marker in the corner of his screen nagging at him as Tim muttered out curses from where he sat on the floor. Why would he be dissociating right now? He’s happy. It wasn’t that it was a rare emotion, especially in more recent times, but he’s genuinely enjoying himself. He’s enjoying his time with his family right now,— minus Bruce who holed himself up in the cave with work. Again.— all of his siblings lounging around the couch, chairs and floor as he and Tim went 1v1 at mario kart.

Before he realizes it, the large TV screen shows their respective ending placements, Tim in 1st and Duke in 6th. Tim’s cheering and accepting a round of applause from Cass, Steph and Jason, Damian doesn’t glance up from his book, and Dick– Dick was staring at him with that look. The older brother look, the others deemed it as. The one he gives when he’s concerned but doesn’t want to bring it up vocally, because he knows it’ll draw attention from the others. Duke gives him a smile of reassurance, and if you ask Duke, that smile was not shaky, and was very real. Dick squints his eyes, clearly not falling for Duke’s attempt to comfort the older’s worries, but leaves it alone as he turns his attention to Cass, who curls up around his arm. Duke hands his controller to Stephanie who had called dibs on doing a match against Tim, the self-proclaimed Mario Kart champion of the house.

With a silent sigh of relief, he sinks into the couch, blinking the fuzz away from his thoughts and burying himself deeper into his hoodie. He knew Dick— or any of them, really,— wouldn’t be upset with him for dissociating. He knows most of them deal with it themselves, but Duke wasn’t worried about their reaction, rather more upset with himself than anything. He was having fun! Why was something that was supposed to be caused by a negative source happening now?

He decided to watch the current round between Steph and Tim take place on the screen, attempting to take his mind off of his thoughts, until he noticed the lack of a person– well, two people. Cass and Dick were gone.

Huh.

“Dick took Cass up to her room. Slipped.” Jason informs a clearly puzzled Duke from where he lays across the chair with his arms folded over his chest, going back to watching the game, as if his words made absolute and perfect sense to Duke.

By the lack of silence and movement, Jason looks over to see Duke’s visible confusion intensified. Jason furrows his brows with his lips downturning in a way that makes Duke squirm in his seat. “Nobody told you?” The older says like he’s supposed to know something, and suddenly it feels like all eyes are on him, mostly because they are, as much as they try to play off their concerning glances. (Aside from Tim who’s sticking his tongue out in concentration as he knocks Steph out of first place with a red shell.)

Duke’s lips form a thin line, his hands fidgeting with the strings of his hoodie as he shakes his head ‘no’, to which Jason’s frown deepens. “Cass, she age regresses. Any idea what that is?” and Duke feels like he knows absolutely nothing in the world anymore by their expressions, shaking his head again with much more hesitance.

“Okay-” Jason says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair, looking up to the ceiling as he thinks through his words. “It’s where your brain decides to regress back to a younger age, it’s a coping mechanism. She’s described it as just like a.. fuzzy-floaty feeling when she gets an intense emotion, though it doesn't have to be negative for it to happen, like just now. She was just really happy and so she st-”

“There’s a word for it?” Duke says as he stares at Jason, not realizing he cut the older off mid-sentence until it was too late, his mouth snapping shut with a nervous frown.

The room turns into a deafening silence, the game on the TV now on pause as Steph and Tim glance between the two– even Damian is (not so subtly) looking up at Duke’s comment.

“I- Yeah? Duke are you-” “No!” Duke rushes out, his face flushing as he cuts off Jason once again. “Sorry- I just,” he starts, “The- The head fuzzy stuff, feeling like you’re a kid. It’s.. It’s a thing?”

Everyone, besides Damian who pretends like he wasn’t even listening in the first place, nods. A mixture of confusion, concern and comfort on their faces, which just makes Duke want to disappear into the couch.

“Yeah, it’s a thing, Duke.” Steph says beside him, gently placing her hand on top of his that fiddles with a stray thread from his hoodie, as she gives him the most encouraging yet soft smile he’s seen her make towards him. His chest and head feels light and fluttery at the kindness and warmth she radiates and gives.

“Do you think you regress?” Tim asks, his eyebrows pitched upwards in a non-judgemental but pure curiosity. “Uh.. Yeah.. Maybe? I- I don’t know for sure, I’d have to look more into it?” He replies, his cheeks getting hotter under their gaze.

“That sounds like a good idea.” Dick comments as he walks into the room, carrying a possibly sleeping Cass in his arms like a toddler, her head tucked into the crook of his neck as she holds a Big Bird plush loosely from her dangling hand. “If you want resources, links, or just have questions, I’m sure any of us– including Cass, when she’s not regressed– would be happy to help.” He adds, smiling brightly at Duke, the others all nodding along, even Damian!

…

Duke is convinced of two things.

1. He was given the smartest and most supportive siblings in the world.

2. He’s melted into a puddle at the sudden affection and coziness that surrounds him.

Sinking further into the couch as he covers his hot face with his sweater paws, he mumbles out a ‘thank you’, earning him a few chuckles around the room at his instant embarrassment along with a pat on the shoulder from Steph.

With a few clicks of buttons, the music to Mario Kart starts up again, which he takes as his cue that the attention is no longer fixated on him, slowly bringing his hands down to his lap as he fiddles with the cuff of his sleeve.

Dick elbows his arm gently, glancing between the match and Cassandra whose head now rests on his chest. “Hey, I.. I just want you to know that we support you no matter what, okay? If you find out you regress, let us know and we can go from there, yeah?” He says in a hushed tone, as if the other four that were previously in the conversation, weren’t right next to them and definitely listening in.

“Yeah, I will. I promise.” Duke returns, nodding his head in agreement and confirmation. Dick grins in return with such love and care in his eyes, and it makes Duke feel positively safe, the warmth blooming in his chest by a tenfold as Dick wraps his arm around the younger’s shoulder, pulling him into a side hug and resting his head on top of Duke’s before pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.

Cass shifts in Dick’s arms, picking her head up slightly and looking around the room blearily before her gaze settles onto Duke with a sleepy smile, grabbing his hand and holding it as she rests her head down again. The cloudiness in Duke’s brain returned, but it’s not as scary this time. Not when his family is all around him, their energy quiet yet buzzing around the room as Tim and Steph begin another match, Damian watching the game alongside Jason who pays half attention to the screen, focused more on the image of Dick, Cass and Duke all holding each other. Duke swears he can see a smile forming on the man’s face.

“We love you, kid.” Dick murmurs out, quiet enough for only Duke (and Cass, if she was awake.) to hear, a content smile settling on Duke’s face, closing his eyes and snuggling into Dick’s side.

“I love you all too.”

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[lutawolf]

Be My Favorite

I don't think the depth is being explored in Be My Favorite as I think it should be, or maybe it's me just overthinking it.

For me, it seems pretty clear that Pisaeng has feelings for Kawee early on. What I adore most, is that it's truly capturing that confusion that most of us queer go through. That, I don't like him/her, I just want to be friends. That internalized moments of slowly understanding yourself.

Then, as they start to spend time together, he truly falls. It becomes more than a crush.

Now Kawee... I see a lot of opinions that are so different from mine, to the point that I wonder if we are watching the same thing.

Kawee is an emotionally detached introvert. What does that even mean, Luta? These introverts are trauma based introverts who experienced detachment at a very early age. Usually a combination of loss of a significant family member, bullying, and social isolation from peers due to money and ect.

This is very apparent in his childish maturity. He is smart, but he lacks the maturity to get things done, see the big picture, set long term goals, or understand repercussions. We notice a slow maturing with society exposure, because honestly, friendships and experiences are part of the bases for emotional growth. That whole, learn from your mistakes is really a thing.

I also think that it's due to this that he has the obsession of Pear. It's more like a goal and a comfort.

But notice that while he is still going after his goal. His personality changes towards Pisaeng after his return to the future and then once again returning to the past. You have to imagine that some of those feeling of being best friends and maybe even more, lingered. So now we are seeing Kawee battling with his emotions.

Does everyone remember when we first meet Kawee in the classroom. Notice that Kawee is much more familiar and comfortable with females? Even though he hasn't fully bridged the gap of introvert, he is in communication with females and the one friend. I find this important because, in my opinion, Kawee treats Pear as a friend. While he treats Pisaeng the way a female typically treats a potential lover. The way he asks for money, the way he begs for the cute turtle.

It's important to note that neither are showing homophobic tendencies. Kawee clearly has a gay bestie that he adores. They both just haven't found themselves yet, and that's okay. There is the misconception that if you hit college or later and don't realize you are queer that you have internalized homophobia, that's just not true. Take my daughter for instance, both her parents are bisexual, and we're extremely accepting, but it took her awhile to adjust to the fact that her dreams were going to be different from what she initially imagined.

I'm really concerned about the society we are living in, where we are determined to label certain emotions as negative. Like, jealousy, possessiveness, and confusion. We shouldn't because they are naturally occurring emotions. And they teach us about ourselves. They are important to our growth.

Anyway, I'm enjoying the show and I really do think that perhaps it deeper than what most are giving it credit for. Opinions @ellaspore and @bl-bam-beyond

#luta talks be my favorite #be my favorite #be my favorite bl series #kawi x pisaeng #coconuts mafia #luta opinions

[addsalwayssick]

Happy Valentine’s day everyone! I’ve been working on this oneshot for the past 5 months? Dang, I’ve been here awhile. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. BUT while we’re here, please send me requests in my asks. I will write ANYTHING. smut? fluff? angst? you got it. Without further ado, What’s your name again?

Sirius Black @siriuslycool- October 7, 2023-2:37 pm

Anyone down to go to couples counseling with me? I want to see at what point they realize we don’t know each other.

Reply || R.J. Lupin @wolfingitup- October 7, 2023- 2:44

I’m in.

Sirius Black, Reply, October 7, 2023, 2:45

Dm me your phone number.

R.J.Lupin & Sirius Black

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bet

Unknown Number

Sirius?

Yeah, what’s your name?

Remus.

Cool name. Does Saturday at 2:00 pm work for you? It’s on 63648 Park way Avenue.

Yeah, that sounds fine.

How much do I need to

pay for?

None of it :)) just meet me there at like 1:30 so we can at least know a little about each other.

See you soon, Sirius.

Bye Remus :)

SATURDAY, 1:32 PM

Sirius sat outside the couples counseling building on a bench, drumming his fingers on his thigh. He had been waiting for around 5 minutes, and he grew worried. He hoped he hadn’t been stood up for couples counseling of all things. Especially for someone he wasn’t a couple with.

He watched as the people strolled by in the New York area, talking and laughing with their kids, signifiant others, family. The sky was a bit cloudy, but otherwise sunny.

He saw a tall man get out of a car wearing a sweater and jeans. Sirius’s eyes grew big as he realized just how gorgeous he actually was. He had brownish red hair, and hazel eyes. From where Sirius was sitting he could see scars that lit up in the sun. Sirius watched as he look around, then settled on Sirius.

The man began walking towards Sirius, stopping in front of the bench.

“Are you Sirius?” He said, smiling a little. Sirius forgot how to function because, oh my god, his voice is hot.

“Er- Yeah. Remus, I presume?” Sirius said, standing up and sticking out his hand.

Remus shook it, sitting down on the bench.

Sirius quickly followed. “So uh- what’s your favorite color?” Sirius asked, clearing his throat.

Remus smiled at him before saying, “Either Sage green or brown. I have a love for both. You?”

“Black.” Sirius said, looking straight in front of him.

“Ah, like your name.” Remus said.

Sirius nodded. “Do you have any family here?” He asked, turning to look into Remus’s hazel eyes.

“No, all my family lives in Wales. I moved here to start anew.” Remus said, crossing his legs at the ankles.

“Have you got any family here?” Remus asked Sirius, raising his eyebrows.


Sirius scoffed. “The only family member I actually speak with is named Regulus. He’s my brother. Well and Andromeda.”

“Ah, I see. Any friends?” Remus asked.

“James, but he’s basically my brother as well. He’s dating Regulus, actually.” Sirius explained, waving his hands around a bit.

“My best friend knew a James.” Was all Remus said.

“Oh? Did she like him?” Sirius asked carefully.

“No.” Remus said simply. “Not until recently, anyways. Thought he was abrasive.”

“Was probably the same James then. He knew a girl that hated him because of how loud he was. Lily. Lily Evans. Nice girl, too.” Sirius supplied.

“Ah, exact same girl then. Red head?” Remus asked.

Sirius nodded, laughing a little bit. “Small world, huh?”

“Small world.”

“It’s two. Do you want to head in?” Sirius asked Remus.

Remus nodded in response, getting up and lending a hand to Sirius.

“What are the chances I can get this receptionist to look like a teenage girl?” Sirius whispered as he walked past him to the receptionist.

Remus raised his eyebrows. “You want her to flounder? 50% chance.”

“Deal.” Sirius said.

“Hi, appointment for Black?” Sirius said, leaning his elbow on the table, smirking at the receptionist.

The receptionist nodded, not looking up from her computer. “Yes of course, Black you-“ She finally looked up, dropping the paper she was holding and swallowing. “You-um- said?” Remus rolled his eyes.

Sirius smirked harder before Remus stepped beside him. The receptionist seemed to have a double mental breakdown, stumbling over her words, fumbling with her papers, and a deep blush spreading down her neck.

“Yes um, Dr. Macdonald will be with you shortly.” She said, waving them into the waiting room, taking her water bottle and take big gulps.

Sirius winked at her on the way to his seat. The poor receptionist choked on her water and the remaining liquid splattered on her computer.

“Do you have to flirt with the receptionist while we’re here for couples therapy, babe?” Remus asked teasingly. Sirius felt himself blush much like the receptionist did moments beforehand.

Remus rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly at him. They sat together in the waiting room before Remus sat with one seat in between them. “To add to the play.” He said.

“Black!” Came a women’s voice before he could reply. The women who called their name was gorgeous. With her hair in braids and her skin a dark brown Sirius would probably have a crush on her if he wasn’t terribly gay.

They both got up and followed the therapist. She led them to a dim room with many candles. “Hello, i’m Dr. Macdonald. What seems to be the problem with you two today?” She asked as she gestured to two seats.

Remus and Sirius each sat down in the seats before Sirius began to talk. “We just can’t talk to each other anymore. It’s like I know nothing about him.”

Remus scoffed. “Well maybe if you actually listened to be for all the years we’ve been together you would know things about me.”

“Well maybe if-“ Sirius started, ready to get into a fake heated argument before Mary put her hand out and softly said,

“Alright, lets talk this out, civilly.” Her voice was gentle but held a strong and no-nonsense tone.

Remus sighed, irritated. “Yes I suppose.”

“Mr. Black, what do you think went wrong?” Dr. Macdonald asked.

“Well-“ Sirius started before being interrupted.

“I meant the other Mr. Black.” Dr. Macdonald said. Her voice was tight and sounded like she was sick of them already.

“He just stopped listening to me.” Remus said, his voice cracking in fake sorrow.

Sirius scoffed. “I could hardly stop listening to you if you wouldn’t talk to me.”

Something Remus figured, was that Sirius had to have a background in acting of some sort. Regulus did, having to take acting and piano classes when he was young. He wondered if Sirius had to go through the same.

“Well you wouldn’t look at me what was I supposed to do?”

Dr. Macdonald looked like she wanted to pinch the bridge of her nose and quit.

“It’s like you barely know me!” Sirius said. Remus fought a grin.

“I know you fine!” Remus said. Dr. Macdonald put her arms out to stop their shouting.

“Guys, let’s calm down. What was the root of the problem, let’s figure that out first.” Dr. Macdonald said. “When did this start?”

Sirius spoke first. “A year ago after he came home from a business trip. He was different.”

“I was different? You were the on avoiding me.” Remus scoffed at him.

“What happened on the business trip?” Dr. Macdonald asked.

“He cheated.” Sirius supplied.

“I did not!” Remus hissed. “She can on to me! You know i’m gay!”

“Well if I-“ Sirius started, shaking his finger around.

“I truly hate to cut this short, but we’ve run 10 minutes overtime, and I have a client in 2 minutes.” Dr. Macdonald said.

“We only got a 10 minute session?” Sirius asked in confusion. “And we’ve been here for 20?” He checked his watch.

“Yes, unfortunately. Next week your session is 30 minutes, then an hour, then two.” She tells them.

“Now look what you’ve done” Remus grumbled, receiving a glare from Sirius.

“Have a good night.” Dr. Macdonald says skeptically.

“You too!” Sirius and Remus say at the same time, then look at each other and smile.

“Wait!” Dr. Macdonald says. “Are you two sure you both need counseling? I think you two are good enough souls to just talk it out. A lot of couples think they’re having severe problems but in reality they just need to shag. Maybe try that tonight.”

Remus and Sirius avoided each others eyes as a dark blush painted their face. “Yeah- er-“

Dr. Macdonald raised her eyebrow. “Honestly, by the way you’re acting it seems like you’ve never actually seen each other before today.”

Remus and Sirius glanced at each other before breaking their entire facade and giggling at the sheer blatancy of the guess.

“Oh you’re not serious!” Dr. Macdonald said, covering her mouth.

“Well-“ Sirius started.

“Nope.” Remus told him.

“You had me completely fooled!” Dr. Macdonald exclaimed. “For what it’s worth, I think you two would make a fantastic couple.”

“Thank you.” Remus and Sirius said, walking out the building together as the next clients went in, looking furious with each other.

“Would you like to get coffee with me?” Sirius asked Remus, adjusting his scarf around his neck.

“Yeah, I would like that.”

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Fraujar, Tribe & Page Rework

Hey guys, been awhile. needed a break and I got sucked into other stuff. So getting back onto this one and have seen the latest pages as well so may give quick-shot talks about it. ✨ Without further adieu ✨

it's pretty rough and a few years old concept idea 😅

yeah, I wanted the dialogue to show both perspectives of the Leaders, while also not wanting to spill their guts out emotionally for they’re still strangers, despite being strangers. Adding, that there is tension between Ronja and Fraujar, rewritten,  both care about their families, which they should be, instead of them doing....whatever they were doing. Fraujar would also not marry and mate with his AUNT cause that is just inappropriate, you can’t scorn meteor or any tribe doing that, when you are literally doing the same darn thing.  

Both had experienced MT differently, Where in my head-canon, Whispervale had been monitoring Meteor Tribe and it’s whereabouts, they couldn’t get much intel and sent out Fuss ( the morally questionable marshmallow ) to scout and be a double agent among the crater, but after a while they did not get much and he disappeared nor heard from him, During those times from the first rebellion from Kargo and Ferah, to presently,  Fraujar been a refuge for abused and appressed meteor dogs, and has through those times. Only sees Meteor as a glass half empty, while Ronja tries to see it as a glass Half full, but not aggressively positive, she is a war veteran from Asmundr, so she can’t ignore what happened from past conflictions, not to mention her children are still part of the bloodline under Ranach, so their lives are just as much intertwined as she is. ( that includes the curse, ya know...the one upon the bloodline with the ghouls ).

Fraujar  would be a reasonable Dog, Kind but, Stern and Cautious. especially involving Keirr, being an intersection between MT ( Meteor-tribe)  and WSV ( Whispervale ). Would have it that Fraujar gradually becomes allies with Ronja, it’ll be a stranger-acquaintance- friends-Lovers it will also be slow burn cause - obviously BOTH, Are dealing with personal issues as well as that meteor wedge sort of thing.

Side-note, In my head-canon, Isabel is alive with other dogs that were hurt, and has adopted Ruan as her own pup, and not have died from birth after going through that traumatic event ( What has been stated ). I would not think she wants to deal with that at all, and would be more inclined to adopt or foster. I would think most would either be single, adopt, foster or just straight up date females.

 Fruajar didn't want Keirr or others to be near Meteor Tribe and their members, due to what happened to Fuss, an established member, and other unlucky stragglers without a tribe. Do to it being “ hell on Aedra '' and no good comes to it, while also trying to protect from that area. After some thought from Keirr, Isabel and Ferah, he went to visit Meteor Tribe with his strongest, and trusted warriors and also Isabel, since she wants to see it for herself as well, have a conclusion ( her son will be there with her ) . With the tour, seeing how meteor has seemed to change, then, Fruajar would bring Keirr along with Aira (since they were both supposed to find the pack together and not just Keirr ) as a form of Peace and initiation that Fraujar is making that step and Ronja can see that.

Wanted to also add how much the author tries to shoehorn Roamer and Rogio and any of his favorites and try to praise them or focus on them when there is a WHOLE CAST OF CHARACTERS he needs to focus on and develop. if you’re not wanting to develop them DON'T bring them in or kill them off cause they’re just filling up space,  collecting dust.   Then focusing on roamers, like a gray stu and forgetting that there was Kargo, ferah, ~~rogio~~ and others on Midnightguarde.

Extended Fraujar info.

Speaking of What Fraujar would be…did a little bit of him and the tribe.

New Head-canon traits; Wisdom, Resilient, compassionate, Kind, Stern, reasonable, strategic decision-making, Cautious, Open display of emotions.

Fruajar is  a Crested Veilhound, a fantastical breed I created for this segment, within the Taiga and Tundra terrains of the planet. An ethereal canine companion characterized by a sturdy build, a luxurious coat in Arctic hues, and distinctive crystalline horns. Though the horns are uncapped under hard coating that darkens over time and age, only shown when broken off and regrown. The head pieces are never consistent in form, and can grow weird shapes and structure. Bioluminescent patches emit a soft glow, inspired by their magical connection with the 

Caribright. Standing at 24 to 30 inches, these conceptual dog breeds play vital roles as companions and guardians in the nomadic lifestyle of the tribe, embodying the harmonious blend of strength and enchantment in the Arctic wilderness.

The Caribright are Native Fauna on the planet. Serving as a spiritual guide and source of illumination during the article nights, these creatures share a symbiotic connection with the crested Veilhounds. The colors correlate with the dogs of arctic hues, grays and blues but the canines have an artic gradient of browns to more a liver color. A modest height of 3-4 feet ( 0.9 to 1.2 meters ) compared to the caribou of 3.6-4.6 ft. (  ) However their centerpiece;  celestial antlers are a different story, the glowing grandeur, ranging from 4-5 feet in length. Only known to glow when the night sky dances ( aurora borealis ) or at its darkest.

In the Frostweald Tribe ( which is the OG whispervale), the Caribright and Crested Veilhounds forge a harmonious alliance, each offering unique strengths to the other. The Caribright's celestial glow becomes a guiding beacon in the Arctic nights, aiding the dogs in their nocturnal endeavors. In return, the Crested Veilhounds serve as vigilant guardians, ensuring the safety and companionship of the luminous Caribright. For their glows have been known to compromise their locations and draw unwanted guests. This dependency for each other extends beyond the practical, contributing to the tribe's spiritual bond, well-being and forming a relationship within the nomadic community. Together, they navigate the frost-laden landscapes, creating a living testament to the delicate dance between the elements of the Arctic wilderness.

a caribou-moose beast with celestial silver and ice-blue hues with variants of browns sometimes tanned. Its 4 to 5 feet antlers resembling celestial chandeliers branch out in intricate patterns, casting an otherworldly glow as the creature moves through the frost-kissed environment.

radiant luminescence eyes , reflect the celestial radiance of its antlers.

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Fraujar rules over the Frostweald Tribe. A vast tribe of 150-200 members including the Fuana Caribou; the Caribright.

Born beneath the shimmering Northern Lights, he emerged as a promising member of the tribe, displaying a deep affinity for both the mystical and practical aspects of Arctic life.

Fraujar emerged as a natural leader. His strategic decision-making and ability to guide the community through icy adversities. 

Early in his life, During a harsh winter that tested the tribe's resilience, Fraujar faced the harsh realities of the Taiga and Tundra. A pivotal moment of the treacherous winter, turned to Fraujar for his strategic decision-making and resilience. Leading the community through the icy adversities, earned him the trust and admiration of his fellow tribe members.

As Fraujar's influence grew, so did his compassion. He was known for open displays of empathy, sharing in the joys and sorrows of his tribe. This vulnerability, rather than a weakness, fostered a deep connection with the community.

The turning point came when the previous chieftain succumbed to the unforgiving Arctic environment. In the moonlit gatherings, under the spectral glow of the Caribright, the tribe sought Fraujar to take on the mantle of leadership. Hesitant yet driven by a sense of duty, he accepted, becoming the chieftain of the Frostweald Tribe. however not all was accepting of him and migrated to other parts of the lands, more so when he impose himself in others tribes affairs out of the openness of his heart and morality.

Though Guided by the wisdom acquired through years of nomadic life and the lessons, Fraujar embraced a role of chieftain that balanced reason, kindness, and strategic insight. His compassion became both a strength and a vulnerability, forging familial bonds and instilling a deep sense of unity among the tribe.

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DIALOGUE TWEAK.

wanted to try this again.

Page 1

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Panel 1

Fraujar: "There's a palpable tension in the air. Your arrival here might have ignited some hostility."

Ronja: "Hostility…?"

Panel 2

Fraujar: "Indeed. The meteor has a history of grievances since—"

Ronja: "I'm well acquainted with Meteor's past."

Fraujar: "Then you know of the warnings issued."

Panel 3

Ronja: "Yes. But those are regarded merely as past transgressions. Circumstances have changed for the better."

Fraujar: "Changed…"

Panel 4

Fraujar: "You may portray yourself as an agent of positive change, but for how long until you find yourself at the receiving end? Until all you cherish is stripped away?"

Ronja: "I believe you've made your point, Fraujar. As have I."

Panel 5

[The two Jarls, Fraujar and Ronja, lock eyes, each refusing to yield.]

Panel 6

Fraujar: "Very well. I shall take my leave then."

Ronja: "May your journey be safe."

Page 2

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Panel 1:

Fjordor: "Jarl Ronja!!!" the elderly male dog calls out.

Ronja: Her attention shifts to the approaching dog, recognizing the skull tribal paint. "Fjordor!"

Panel 2:

Fjordor: "You've heard of me."

Ronja: "How could I not? My companions speak highly of you, eager to express their gratitude."

Fjordor: "Companion and Jarl of Midnightguard. How fares your tribe?"

Ronja: "We're holding on…or so I hoped."

Panel 3:

Ronja: "Fjordor…I…they—" Ronja hesitates, reluctant to deliver the grim news to the Jarl of Midnightguard.

Fjordor: "Lady Ronja…?" His ears droop slightly more, sensing the weight of the unspoken news.

Ronja: "Kargo and Ferah joined my tribe after yours. They were caught between the Meteor and Ranach…"

Panel 4:

[Panel focuses on Fjordor's. His face falls, stricken by the news.]

Ronja: "…Kargo didn't survive."

Panel 5:

Fjordor: "And what of Ranach? Did the Fallen Jarl face justice?"

Ronja: "Worse. He escaped. That's why I'm warning you, don't let him get anywhere near you." Eyes narrow with grave concern.

Fjordor: "He won't get within an inch of me." His flared with determination and a flicker of warrior rage.

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Here is my rewrite of Mega Man Fully Charged kids cast !

Aki (Aki Daisan Light) :

- Aki's motif to become a hero would be change, from "doing it because it's right" to "I do it for my family, so they would live safely in this city I call home."

- a hopeless romantic. Keep getting rejected by previous crushes, the last one is Ashley.

- unintentionally troublemaker, like pulling jokes and gives sarcasm, never intended to be mean.

- He is an outcast, only true friend is Bert, Ashley is close, the others are just okay with Aki but never get close to him. Only a few get near for his family name or short interest in him.

- cares deeply about family and friends, like to welcome new friends and family (loves new found family trope/member)

- likes to do sports or dancing when bored. Likes video games and comic books. Likes collecting comic books and special editions posters. Have a collections of retro and indie games, also famous games.

- likes to learn string types instruments, guitar, cello, violin, harp. Aki can only practice guitar since he is busy and he can't learn all of it, so usually learns it from viewtube (youtube). Hates to play brass and woodwind instruments because it's take too much effort and breathing. The best at percussion instruments (instruments like drums).

- when he practice his singing voice, he can sing very well, but isn't confident onstage.

- never let him near the kitchen for cooking, Aki is horrible at cooking. He is good at cleaning when he wants to.

- practice his combat skills at free time because being a hero is important, also start to practice more since Lightfall incident.

- have trust issues after so many event went down in canon, not woodman level issue but still an issue.

- practice martial arts a year before the show event, practice many kinds of judo, taekwondo, and jujitsu. He learn all of it fast.

- collects various kinds of jackets, vest, and shirts with T-shirts, almost any kind of outerwear. Suna often borrow it or his friends would. Kay-kay steal his jacket sometimes.

- really friendly and outgoing kid and can talk to other kids since he understands some of the topics they talk about, usually trends. Aki is more connected with the nerds or geeks about his favorite comic books or games, he keep it a secret so he doesn't get more teasing, Bert is the only one Aki can talk freely with.

- Aki had another best friend than Bert. He was Jake Blake, rival and best friend. They used to spare match a lot and still hang out, even when Bert doesn't join in the match, Aki  and Jake always have Bert around, they were best friend. Until an incident happen to Jake because of Aki recklessness and it make Aki felt Guilty. Ever since then, Jake family moved to another city and left Bert and Aki, Aki was ridden with guilt, Aki never practice martial art ever since until the show begin.

Suna (Suna Daichi Light):

- absolute tech witch, girl can create various tech but it cost too much time, she could spent months on a project to finish, her longest project '0' took 1 and a half year to complete.

- can rock a goth and Lolita style clothes but for special occasions only, she usually wear sporty types for work and daily life.

- she had a crush that died of dementia, her name was Iris. A girl with soft light brown hair, soft emerald eyes, and fair skin but frail body, Suna absolutely understand how hard love can be for Aki after Iris death, Suna manage to date Iris for awhile before Iris death so the memory turn bittersweet, Suna keep all of Iris's gifts and photos in a lock box with a locket key she made specifically for that heart box for her Iris.

- she wanted to be a ballerina but now she wants to be a fighter for her family, she start to practice her offense fight skills with Aki as her sparing partner but still practice ballet, turns out she can combine both movements to her advantage and make more damage with that.

- A skilled ballerina and have won a trophy or two on a ballet competition. Everyone think Suna is beautiful in her ballerina outfit on stage.

Daini (Tsuki Daini Light):

- forced to endure high training and many pain for years, he became numb to his wounds and scars emotionally and physically.

- he was a good bright boy but being raised to be a weapon can tool a toll on anyone. Have anger issues because of neglect and abuse.

- wanted freedom for a long time but realized he will wasted years of pain for nothing if he didn't become the "robot liberator" Night promised him to be.

- wants pets but you know his conditions.

- he may seems stronger than Aki but it was because he always gave his best and pushed his limits too often to the point he is easy to be exhausted.

- can't have a break at all.

- even after the truth is revealed, he just can't heal his issues.

- things will go up for him, eventually.

- he rename himself as Daini without looking up the meaning, boy would he be mad at himself.

- gets adopted by hypnowoman and gets free healing therapy for a while.

- managed to find a part of Silicon City called  Rusty Silica. That town is the first version of Silicon City and a hidden part from history.

- he meet his new Mini, Tiny. Tiny is a mechanical in the town and start helping Daini for all the years worth of damaged he gained from hard-core training.

- after skullman fight, he returned to Rusty Silica and save Tiny before his home collapse on him, so from then on Tiny live inside Daini system cause boy system is jumbled up he is lucky to still function normally.

- start to pet many animals, small robots include scavengers (from comic) those little pets start following Daini’s commands and treat him like he is their beloved owner.

- gets a robot cat name Tango and scavenger name Scavy.

Bert (Robert Wily):

- Light kids first friend and most dependable and trustworthy person in school, unlike the rest of his family.

- Bert have always been a kind soul to everyone, cheerful young lad despite all the hatred thrown at him. Bert always believe to be kind and brave like heroes. Bert watch too much hero movies which give him his heroic moralities and his mother parenting style that help Bert to become the sweet boy he is in canon.

- Bert father is always absent in his life, even when that man was at home, he never care for the family other than give them financial support. Bert always hoped his father would be proud of him but he lost hope.

(Bert father had a chip in him that was planted by Dr. Wily, the chip cause Mr. Wily his lack of emotion, so Mr. Wily cut of Dr. Wily from his life for the safety of his wife and son. He was enraged to find out Dr. Wily manipulated Bert to like him and there's nothing that Mr. Wily can do about it.)

- Dr. Wily is the only father figure he have to replace his absent father. Little does Bert know, Dr Wily always have and ulterior motive for his needs.

- Bert became Aki's best friend every since day-1. Bert parents were uneasy by this at first but Bert's mother welcome Aki with an open arms after knowing the robot boy, Bert's father just ignored Aki present, the man was indifference by his son's friendship with a robot.

Ashley Adderley:

- lives with her parents and her uncle who is a robot master name plantman, she lives in an upper class apartment and have her own project room. Her dad owns the apartment.

- her dad is rich cause he is a manager of sky corporations and is a smart businessmen, unfortunately he doesn't come home often and lives next city.

- her mother owns a Cafe as manager and owner, she have a co-manager, even when she do this for hobby of cooking and decor. She make recipes so her chefs can cook it for the customers, the Cafe only opens 5 days a week on weekdays, but would close if she have a family plans and husband is around.

- her uncle works at a flower shop and sells pretty bouquets with so many colorful and unique flowers, even sells rare ones. He published two books, the first is about flowers and their histories also their maintenance, the second is about how to make a garden flower and how to make that hobby profitable.

- since all adults have their own business to do, sometimes when their are distracted they leave Ashley alone at home which gives her more privacy and time to find some parts for her project.

- she could leave the house locked before leaving and then when to shops, robot markets, if she is brave enough she would go to the badlands.

- she never stays out for long and always comes home before noon around 4.

- hang around libraries and her mom's Book Cafe more often.

- read heavy literature, science history books, robotics books, but also likes some teen novels.

- her high intelligence and curiosity makes her bored of the knowledge she gains from all media and school history that make her decide she wants to dig deeper into a more uncensored or true versions of history that peak her interest more that what all media showed to public.

- she start to learn all the ways to hack into illegal systems and info that she would bring to her grave if the knowledge is forbidden.

- Not only knowledge she would seek on illegal sites, she would gather info of some robotics part that she can study to make or buy at a local robot market, most parts are used robot master's parts.

- in her own project room, she is in a deep process of creation her own first robot master but keep failing because none ever active normally like a functional robot, it keeps blowing up. Instead, she makes a robotic suit.

- truthfully, she was a lonely girl. At elementary, Noone bats an eye at her, she doesn't have many friends, and had a bully that belittled her. So she showed to everyone of what she can do, it worked, Ashley then became popular at her elementary. Until she got humiliated at a science fair in front of everyone at school when she was at 5th grade. She changed school when she became a preteen and have her middle school at Silicon Central.

- at her first day, she stumble on Suna and Aki because they were searching for their class. To Ashley utter suprise, she sits with Suna as her new classmates. They talk with each and get along fine, so for the whole year they became and Suna invites her to her house, introduced Aki her robot brother and told her his is in her class with his best friend Bert Wily.

- so from then on, they become friends the rest follows the canon show.

- Ashley parents aren't always around so she can handle chores herself when none of her guardian are home.

- love it when she is home alone. She isn't home alone often so its an opportunity for her to be as wild as she likes.

- she test her inventions outside on the rooftop or at her project room if she wants to be safe.

- her apartment rooftop is own by her uncle Plantman and use as a green house for his flowers. Ashley often goes there if she wants to be alone or she wants to see the view, like seriously the sunset and dawn is gorgeous at there.

- wears and use a lot of safety protocols when she do a test run.

- only Suna knew about this and is a great secret keeper. Also she is Ashley trusted partner for her projects and vice versa.

- Ashley have a dream to be up on space, but she changed her dream to be the greatest scientist instead because she lower her expectations before her dream fall over.

(- Mr. James Adderley is actually a secret police working for the government agency to protect both human and robot lives and prevent war or tragedy from happening.

- his work as a manager is a cover up.

- he keep track of all the city incident and have his eyes on Wily and Light. Unfortunately, if he wants to arrest them, he needs prove of their crime.

- feel terrible for keep missing his daughter birthdays and breaking his promises to her for his work, he will mend his relationship.)

Chaotique/Felicia Fou/Felicia Quickster/Felicia Tops:

- Chaotique have another name which is Felicia. Like Aki and megaman, Felicia is Chaotique "human" alter ego

- this girl had a family of 5 older brothers, 2 older sisters, and a father who love his kids a lot.

- all of her older siblings are overprotective of each other, their dad is worse especially after being lock up by the government for "breaking the contract".

- was created for war but her dad can't help but making her a bit more humane than her siblings.

- had brown hair at first but she dyed it later.

- worked with Blue Bomb around the Hard Age, unfortunately her memories got wiped after her family attempted escape from war.

- get deployed to Lyon in France and layer adopted by Plum (robot News reporter) and Quickman (Japan-France speedster military bot). Her new name is Felicia because she looked so happy and energetic, also she forgot her real name.

- She lived in France for 5 years until a virus outbreak that force her to be separated from her mother and watch her father died by the robot zombies. (She despise zombies ever since and hates any zombie related movies.)

- she evacuate to Canada and lived in an orphanage, they thought she was a cyborg and she look more human than robot so she have to lie about being a human even though she start to despise human but it was still small hatred.

- enrolled to a "elite" school academy for her athletic skills, she was ecstatic but it turn to regret.

- no one at school respect her due to her having robotic parts, except for some group of social outcast artistic girls who bring Felicia to their group. The group consists of one robot girl and 2 human girls but one of them have realistic prospetics arms cause the girl was born without arms.

- the girls have a lot of fun with each other, they do pranks, art, karaoke, sleepovers, and heart to heart talk where they can pour their emotional baggage and they will support each other through thick and thin.

- a tragedy happened at a school talent show, an envious girl bullies Felicia and her friend, the bully have sabotage the stage and although Felicia team manage to won after getting sabotage the bully didn't stop her harassment toward both girls until an electronic panel get caught on fire. The fire spread to the whole room and Felicia almost lost her friend if she didn't save her with her superspeed. Unfairly, the bully paint the accident as Felicia fault so she got expelled from school and the accident gets covered for the school "good" name.

- Felicia gets adopted again by Topman (robot dancer, traveller and ex-soldier). Felicia happily accepted if that means to get out of her bad situation.

- while traveling with her new uncle, Felicia discovered her powers more and learned how to control it, with the help of Topman she became the speedster she is now.

- she then remembered her old name which is Chaotique so she settled with 2 names.

- wherever city she and her uncle stop by, she start to do pranks to lighten up her mood.

- she and her uncle arrived in Silicon City 3 months before the show event begin.

- she is an absolute dancer because of her uncle teaching so her uncle open a dance studio for people of all age to learn dancing from beginner to expert level. Chaotique is in expert level but help her uncle as his assistant.

- she attended Silicon Central but she is often absent for 5 months for the 1st semester. She is supposed to be the same class as Aki but she was smart enough to cheat (still studies) on an intelligent test to determine her grade level and land on a high score without being caught. She end up in Suna class.

- really great with navigation and mapping her surroundings, she is friendly to other robots and some kids regardless of species, people around her living area notice her as a good girl, ironic isn't it.

- her uncle can only afford a standard apartment but it was good enough for Chaotique, she loves to decorate her room to her liking and have many DIY stuff, thanks to her old friends.

- she doesn't buy clothes unless it's necessary, she often thrift clothes for girls styles, she own some clothing and her uncle would buy pretty dresses but she just keep it so it's still brand new.

- steals many things for fun or prank materials.

- DIY most of her pranks or collections (charms, accessories, or normal gadgets)

- best skater girl and wins a rolling derpy competition.

- her style is grudge, punk, and techno, mostly streetstyle.

- dyed her hair green when she was traveling with her uncle.

- she is tall and have a perfect figure with an outgoing attitude and mostly nice to everyone at school despite often being absent, she's one of the popular kids at Silicon Central.

- Bert likes Felicia as a friend than Chaotique which is hilarious to her.

- Suna only knows her as a classmate and that's it.

Peter Punk:

- is actually a 12 year old who skip grades due to his intelligent. But keep it a secret to his classmates and told them he is as old as them

- insecure about his age and his interest and he is afraid people would underestimate him because he is young.

- actually more childish when he isnt at school.

- his voice is squeaker than the Canon show, adorable even. (A squeaky toy mix with ducklings sweetness)

- his casual wear is more colorful than what he wears to school.

- no nose drool.

- still wears glasses but hair gets messier if he gets more relax or fun.

- actually admire Ashley like big sister he wants to impress, he wants to be smarter than her tho.

- likes Bert to his friendliness and never judge him based on age, Peter tell him the truth by accident but Bert never underestimate him a little bit even after finding out.

- his rivalry with Aki start out cause Aki treat him like a kid (Aki actually just being polite due to their height differences) so Peter gets more annoying on purpose just to make Aki  stop treating him like a kid, it only make Aki gets annoyed and them treat him like an annoying classmate (a nuisance). Peter think this is better cause atleast Aki sees him at his level.

- PLEASE JUST MAKE HIM CUTE INSTEAD OF GROSS. LIKE CUTELY ANNOYING.

If this notes get many likes and replies, I'll make my re-imagine of them, ISTG.

#mega man fully charged #megaman fully charged #aki light #mmfc #chaotique #fanfiction #suna light #daini light #ashley adderley #bert willy

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Holland brothers x sister!reader

Summary: You are around the age of 5/6 and you wait til all your family members are asleep to throw a dance party

Warnings: None

"Come on sweetie it's time for bed." Tom says after he does a long stretch. "Okay fine." you say. Tom picks you up and puts you on his hip. "Goodnight everyone!" You tell your family. "Goodnight Y/N/N" they tell you back. Tom takes you upstairs to your bedroom. Once you get there Tom tucks you under the sheets. "Goodnight Tommy." You say before yawning. "Goodnight Y/N/N." Tom says before leaving.

Awhile later you wake up and climb out of bed. You poke your head open and see that all of your lights are off, that mean that your family is asleep. Your parents had to go sleep at a hotel because they needed to be somewhere super early in the morning that is right across the street from the hotel.

You slowly make your way to the staircase then downstairs. You walk over to the living room coach where you find the remote. You put it on the Disney music channel. You put the volume super loud. Your favorite Disney song is on, it is Into The Unknown from Frozen two. You start bouncing off the walls and running around.

Paddy and Tom come down first, followed with Sam then Harry. "Y/n WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!" Harry yells. You can't here him cause the music is to loud. Tom went to go turn the music down. since the music was turned down you new you were caught. So you hid behind the coffee table.

"Y/N/N where are you?!" Paddy calls out. You didn't want to get into anymore trouble so you stand up. You start walking over to your brothers who are by the stairs with a frown on your face. Remember how I just said you didn't want to get into anymore trouble. Change that, cause you broke their ankles and dashed upstairs to your bedroom.

You decided to hide under the bed and stay as quiet as possible. Your brothers ran upstairs half full of rage. They walked in and saw your feet sticking out from under the bed, but they wanted to make you feel like you have a good hiding spot. Paddy calls out "Oh Y/N/N where are you???" You giggle. "Y/N??" Sam calls out next. "Well. . .it looks like she is not here. Let's go to bed." Sam pretends to walk out of the room. Your brothers see that and pretend to walk out to. Little did you know they were going to surprise attack you. You crawl out of under your bed looking around for a minute when Sam jumps out of the closet and picks you up. That is a signal for the rest of your brothers to come out and tickle you.

You start to laugh and try to send their hands away. They finally stop after awhile then Sam says " I don't trust her she should sleep with someone for the rest of the night." You complain saying " NOOOOO all of ya'll snore so loud!!"

"To bad, so sad!" Paddy says. You sticks your tongue out at him. "She can sleep in my room tonight." Tom insist "Okay injoy this little monster." Sam says tickling you one last time.

Next thing you know you are waking up in Tom's room at 6:00 a.m.

(I hope you enjoyed this thank you for reading this)

[lex-n-weegie]

I keep forgetting to post art ACK-

Okay so!! For my friends(and my bf), I enjoy including their own inserts in my own story. For toh, Laika is part of a small rebellion group called "Visions and Variety," named after Hexside's old art club that she used to run. (Sidenote: it's why they all have black chokers, it's like their group thing)

Here's the two most important members + their palismen! (Click for better quality)

They're the s/is of my brother @loogiballoogi (Milo they/he) and my boyfriend @swapthewoz (Axel he/they). They ship with Eda(romo) and Lilith(QP) respectively!

Rambles about them and their palismen under the cut! Be warned about length haha

Milo does a mix of bard and plant magic, and is considered by most as a protector to any and all palismen. It's how they got their scars, which they're proud of and show them off often. Protecting palismen is actually what got him his own, Little D. They has a particular interest in the glyphs Luz has discovered as well, dabbling a bit in it themself. He's a season 1 character who later takes Lilith's place in season 2 when she leaves the house for good. He and Eda are kind of pinning idiots, Eda the only one out of the two who knows about the other's crush. She doesn't want to confess just yet however, she wants to wait until things are less hectic.

Little Dude is an extremely old Palisman, one of the first ones ever made. He was made by accident, and his original owner has passed long long ago. He was under the Bat Queen's care for a while, though one day while some of his fellow palismen were getting captured, they tried to fight against it and save their friends, only to fail and be put in the same cage. They ended up being saved however, by Milo. During the scuffle they got badly injured, to which Little D got the Bat Queen and asked for help. After all of that was done with, the two bonded and he became their palisman. They were never named, so Milo calls them Little Dude, or Little D for short. His personality is best described as chaotic good.

Axel does a mix of potions and construction, and he spends his time saving wild witches and leading them outside the city. He lost part of his arm long ago, as he used to have a sigil and tried to become the new potions coven head. It, obviously, went wrong, but on the plus side losing the sigil allowed him to practice wild magic again. He's a huge nerd about history and astrology, hench his jacket buttons. He's a season 2 character and gets a full episode with Lilith, Luz, and King. Sometime later, Lilith ends up bringing him to the Clawthorne family home and he ends up living there for awhile. He's also the leader of the current V&V, as Laika felt like she shouldn't be in charge and Milo didn't want to be either.

Icicle was a complete surprise to Axel. After living with the family for awhile, Gwen and Dell seeing just how deep he and Lilith's care was for each other, they decided to officially make him part of the family. Before the decision was made, Lilith shared a book about human birds with Axel, his favorite being a blue lovebird. Sometime later, the Clawthornes pretended that they had a specific request for a blue lovebird palisman, and that they wanted Axel to help carve it. After it was carved and painted, Lilith ended up lightly prodding Axel about what he wanted to do in life, to which he said he wanted to rediscover the lost history of mixed magic. That makes the bird spring to life, and Lilith reveals that surprise! She's his Palisman! Welcome to the family! After some happy tears, he names the little bird Icicle. She's an extremely curious bird, sometimes getting distracted by the simplest things. She feels like she needs to investigate every little thing, think like ADHD the bird

#lexi doodles #milo everglade #axel william depths #friend's self insert #friend's selfship (qpp) #friend's selfship #<- might as well yk #selfship community #self ship community #selfshipping community #self shipping community #other ships: eda clawthorne #other ships: lilith clawthorne #🦉🚪

[hmspogueobx]

Everything to me (Paul Lahote)

Chapter Seven: Wrath and profanities 

Numbness is all anyone in the Clearwater household felt for a while. Leah was the first to feel anything else: bitterness and resentment for having to share a mind with Sam. So not much better. Seth had phased shortly after Leah, not being able to cope with such a huge loss. Our pack was now up to 9. The biggest the tribe has had in awhile. But with the return of the Cullens, we were glad to have the extra help. It seems Bella went chasing down her suicidal vamp boyfriend halfway across the world. Leaving Chief swan an even bigger mess, losing his best friend and then his daughter. She brought back a whole family of vampires with her though, leaving me an official member of the 'Bella is the worst' club.

Paul barely left my side anymore. Seeing me this sad was clearly tearing him up inside, but I think not being with me would tear him up more. The only thing that's been keeping me tethered to reality is feeling him sitting next to me; feeling his arm brushing up on down my own.

It's been a few weeks now, and all of Uncle Harry's belongings have been put away or donated. Aunt Sue can now walk into her living room without breaking down at the sight of her husband's favorite armchair. And Seth seems to be coping by trying to make everyone feel better with his bubbliness.

But Leah... She's gone sour. She's rude to everyone else, and doesn't say a word to me for a while. It's not until an unusually sunny day that I'm sat outside reading, that she plops down next to me.

"Paul's gonna kill Embry one of these days." I let out a snort, knowing exactly why.

"I was a sobbing mess, and all he can think about is boobs. I mean has he never seen a naked chick before!" I glance up at Leah and see a sliver of a smile. I am not at all shy about stuff like that usually, but it was a bit uncomfortable the first time the whole pack was in wolf form and Embry let his mind wander to when he'd seen me completely naked. The worst part may have been seeing Paul battling between taking in what he was seeing, and beating the living shit out of Embry. Seth had ended up being the one to tackle Embry, effectively cutting off his wandering mind.

"Boys... They really are the worst." Leah says leaning into me. We sit like that for a while until the sun sets and we hear Sam howl in the distance. Shifting into our wolves, we take off at a run into the forest.

"What's going on Sam?" I say.

"The damn redhead is back. Meet us by the ravine!" Sam orders.

Charged with a hatred for this bitch, Leah and I take off faster than we've ever run before, joining the pack in no time. We're right up on the treaty line now, and I can see the Cullen's on the other side of it, pushing her towards the middle. The way she moves is flighty and gymnastic. I get the sense that we're playing a game with her. She seems to duck out of the way at the last second every time. She's taunting us and everyone is frustrated. She's on the Cullen side right now and the big burly one is hot on her heels. I can see she's about to make a leap across the water onto our side and I brace myself to grab her. She's soaring through the air and so am I, opening my jaw in anticipation of her meeting me in the middle of this leap. All of a sudden I'm knocked sideways by a brutal blow. Landing in the water I dart upright to prepare to fight whatever hit me, but I'm met with the sight of Paul's silver form launching himself in front of me. A vicious snarl rips out of his chest. I peer around him to see who's on the receiving end of it. I can hear Paul screaming profanities in his mind at the big burly leech in front of us. I let out a growl of my own, seeing the attack stance this guy is in.

"Emmett! Let's go!" the blonde one calls to him. Emmett hesitates a bit but eventually disappears in a blur.

Paul turns around in a frenzy, checking me over for injuries - which are long healed by now - and nuzzles into me.

"Baby are you ok? I just about killed that asshole."

"I'm ok Paul. I'm ok." My heart skips a beat at the pet name. And while I see through the mind link that she's evaded us again, it's hard to feel anything but the love emanating from Paul as he checks me out for injuries.

#paul lahote #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote fluff #paul #twilight #werewolves

[mrspeetamellark]

Hot Damn

An Everlark Drabble

Katniss rounded the corner of the hotel hallway, towards the vending area, in search of ice for her cooler. She was on her way down to the beach, where Prim was waiting for her, ready to make the most of their first day of vacation. The annual Everdeen family trip to District 4 was something she looked forward to each year, but especially now that she and her sister lived in different districts and were busy with their respective careers.

I’ve been craving a getaway for awhile now. The past year has been nuts. I really want to relax and unwind.

This much-needed week away from her worries and responsibilities was sacred to Katniss, so though their parents hadn’t been able to join them due to mandatory work commitments, she and Prim had still made the journey to the beach.

I’m really glad we were able to come, even though it’s just the two of us. I’ve missed my sister. And I have an action-packed ‘bucket list’ of ten things I want to do while we’re here. It’s going to be awesome.

As she filled her cooler at the ice machine, Katniss grinned. A whole week with her sister at their favorite beach destination was exactly her idea of heaven. She had so many ideas for how to spend their time together. Massages, beachside yoga, boogie boarding, and surfing lessons were just a few of the things she planned to do while in District 4.

First, though, she wanted to spend some time relaxing under the sun, with a good book, and a cocktail in her hand.

Margaritas by the ocean, here I come.

She had just shut the lid of her now-full ice chest and turned to walk towards the elevator when she collided with a very solid, very sizable something.

“Oof,” she heard a deep voice say. “I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

Katniss looked up and nearly fell over when she laid eyes on the most attractive man she had ever seen. Blonde and brawny with sky blue eyes, he was breathtaking. The fact that he was sweaty and shirtless, wearing only a pair of red swim trunks with the words “D12 Fire Department” on them, only made him sexier.

Well, hot damn. Hello, handsome.

She was stunned speechless by the stranger’s muscular physique and gorgeous face, likely making her look like some sort of creep as she ogled him, but she just couldn’t look away.

I’ve never seen a more perfect male specimen.

“I’m really sorry about running into you, Miss,” the most beautiful man in Panem said, sounding slightly embarrassed. He winced and looked at her in concern. “I swear I didn’t see you there. I was trying to get some ice for my water cooler, and in my hurry to get back to the guys I’m here with since we’re mid-workout, I completely spaced out.”

“It’s okay,” Katniss replied breathlessly. She was trying to gather her wits but failing spectacularly judging by how husky her voice came out sounding.

Get it together, girl. You’re not a virgin or a naive sixteen year old, so you shouldn’t be this affected by a member of the opposite sex. Take a breath and act normal, for crying out loud.

“Okay, well I’m glad you’re not hurt. I crashed into you pretty hard.” Sounding relieved, the man smiled at her and added, “My name’s Peeta. I’m here for a firefighter training convention with a group of guys from all over Panem.”

He paused, as if considering something, then grinned widely and said, “I’m here for the next five days, by the way, so if you see me around the hotel or the beach, don’t be a stranger.” He winked at Katniss playfully, causing her stomach to flutter with excitement.

I can’t believe someone as gorgeous as him is hitting on me, but I’m not dumb enough to waste this opportunity.

“I’m Katniss,” she answered with a smile. “And I’m here all week, too.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Katniss,” Peeta answered cheerfully. “Hopefully I’ll run into you again, although preferably not literally next time.”

Katniss took in the way he gave her body a very obvious once over, and mentally added one more activity to her bucket list.

Item number eleven: spend quality time with Peeta the firefighter.

She had a feeling it was going to be an amazing week.

#firefighter!peeta #everlark in district 4 #everlark drabble #mrspeetamellark writes #everlark #everlark fanfic

[zip-toonz]

Teehee... so remember the XY character family headcanon post you made awhile back? Care to elaborate on anything there, like how certain members feel about each other or the shenanigans they get up to if there’s family reunions?

This is very vague bc I actually. Can’t find the post and only remember the “Trevor’s mom is/was a plasma grunt and his uncle is Lysandre” part so hey feel free to go wild with any of them!! Any info for any characters you wanna give atm!!!

YOU WOULD NOT BELIVE THIS BUT I WAS THINKING ABOUT TREVORS FAMILY TODAY ACTUALLY.

Here's some of the family dynamic Ideas I have actually thought about. Also!!! Credit where credit is due @citrongarde is the inspiration for Lysander being related to Trevor

Trevor: (Most of his family members were chosen based on either Hair color (like Milo) or Physical resemblances (Like Wikke (Big hair similar eye shape)

Trevor doesn't know a lot of his family well. Not until he starts traveling outside of Kalos. Ive had the idea that he ends up living with his Uncle Milo when visiting Galar in the back of my mind for ages now. He struggles with learning Galarian english mainly because his Kalosian accent is very very strong. He ends up hanging out with Shauna's cousin Hop a lot. (Shauna on the otherhand is surprisingly fluent with Galar English because she and Hop have been calling since they were kids.)

Finding out Lysander was his uncle scarred him for life. Like...THAT DUDE TRIED TO KILL HIS FRIENDS AND HES RELATED TO HIM!? (even worse is when he finds out about his Mom)

For the SV au His aunt Miriam is keeping an eye on him and his friends. He's very fond of her cause she's so normal in comparison to his Mom and Uncle.

Sycamore is basically his surrogate dad. He has slipped up and called him dad much to his dismay. Sycamore however never makes fuss about it because he's been keeping an eye on them (Him and his sister) since his parents left so its only natural Trevor starts to associate him as a parental figure. (also sycamore has for sure nearly cried over it before)

His real dad is MIA as in not even his mother knows where he is. His dad is where his sister gets her blond hair and is the link that makes Bianca his cousin. (Debating on if his dad gets to be a normal guy or another villain or not ill get back to you on that)

Shauna: (Shauna is so mixed to me I will die on this hill. My credentials is I'm mixed and massively projecting.)

as stated above Shauna loves her cousins Hop and Leon and has gone to visit them before. They're on her mothers side of the family

She's the most fluent in multiple languages in her friend group because of her family's diversity and her actually interacting with most of them in one way or another.

on the opposite hand she cant stand Illima and would fist fight him on sight. She adores her Aunt Olivia though. Illima is more distantly related than Hop and Leon are

Her Uncle Jacq is her favorite and in the SV au she insists Trevor talk to him about Pokemon to compare notes. Hes her fathers brother so she got to see him a lot.

#I have to work out some of the logistics tbh but also like do i care? family trees be getting crazy #/lh #i havent thought as much about the others yet i tend to forget i gave them extensive families at times

[spring-lxcked]

@gateway31 asked: ❝ A , D , F , H , W ! ❞ ( sexy abc )

Oh boy, here we go—

A ─ After care. Do they take care of each other after sex ? How ?

Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely. I mean, Will himself is very much the type to wanna maintain that skin-to-skin contact afterwards, very affectionate. Just lots of gross, lovey-dovey cuddling after standard cleanup. He's not huge on being on the receiving end of anything intended to like. . . "bring him back to reality" if he's been subbing, though. Y'know, the whole "You're here, you're safe," stuff he can happily do without.

D ─ Dreams. A wet dream my muse has had about yours, and whether they’d want to make it come true.

Consider: his wrists tied/cuffed to the bed while she rides his face. Absolutely teasing, not touching him otherwise at all. He'd lose his mind. Shouldn't come as any surprise that he would dream about that (and literally immediately plan to tell her in some type of way) when his favorite hobby is absolutely going down on her—

F ─ First time. How was their first time together ?  Was any of them nervous ?  Did it live up to their expectations ?

I feel like when it happened, It Happened. Like, the dam broke. The energy's been there awhile and just explodes. Right then, right there, crazy desperate sex. But hey, William definitely wasn't nervous and I think it surpassed expectation lmao

H ─ Humour. Are they the kind to share a laugh during sex ?  Has something funny already happened to them ( breaking the bed, one of them falling off the couch, funny noises, etc… ) ?

These two absolutely make ridiculous jokes sometimes during sex. Very much the type to laugh when the moment calls for it. But also lbr, these two have absolutely either rolled off the bed or couch at some point, and believe me William wouldn't even mind just laughing it off and continuing on the floor FKHDSAFL

W ─ Walk of shame. Has one of them  ( or both )  ever done a walk of shame  ( trying to leave the place the other shared with roommates/family members unnoticed but being caught ) ?  How was it ?  What were the reactions ?

BOTH fkdshfjsdalf. Mike standing there slack-jawed the first time he catches her trying to sneak out— But also, "walk of shame" with William is. This man doesn't feel shame. Any of her family or friends could see him come out of her room/home and he'd just be like "Oh. Good morning."

#—— ✧ ask » #gateway31 #˖ ✧ CONNECTION ESTABLISHED » ( will/iris | gateway31 ) #sinday #˖ ✧ n s f w » ( know how to hide it / kinda like it ) #eric vc: what are you doing here // will vc: i spent the night anyway i need to get to work bye

[pissfizz]

Please tell me about the psekai enstars headcanons I need to hear them!!

Ok well to begin these hcs mostly center around my blorbos

My favorite one is arashi and Mizuki are online friends. They both have a lot of common interests and also are the token idol game transfem and I think their personalities would work well together, so I just think they’d get along well. Mizuki doesn’t know arashi is arashi narukami for awhile but eventually figured it out. Afterwards they meet up in person sometimes to go shopping and go to cafes. Their cameras are full of so many selfies with each other. Mizuki thinks the way arashi is so careful about her appearance and loves taking pictures reminds them a lot of ena. On one occasion Mizuki introduces her to the rest of 25ji and arashi thinks kanade reminds her of Leo, and she says as much. Kanade says she’d love to meet another “genius composer” so arashi gets them together. And their brains work on levels normal people can’t understand and maybe bust out a whole collab song in the time they’re together.

Next is tsukasa and emu. I think sometimes the suous and otoris would get together for parties and things like that when they were kids (usually tori was there too) and emu LOVED tsukasa. Obviously she and tori got along better but it was her favorite thing as a kid to do things to make tsukasa laugh or smile. Eventually their families stopped having reasons to see each other but emu still held tsukasa very close to her heart, and then when the suous start working in the entertainment industry, the two families begin working together more. Eventually the otoris ask to use one of the stages the suous are in charge of for a wxs performance and they agree. Tsukasa is put in charge of running things for it. Emu is so excited to see him again and his first thought is that she hasn’t changed a bit since they were kids. There is a bit of name confusion due to there being two tsukasas present at the time but it’s quickly fixed due to emus nicknaming. The two of them have a very similar friendship to torikasa and sorakasa combined.

Another one is Hajime and kohane. They are like. The same. So therefore I think they’re besties. I think they grew up in the same neighborhood and would play together a lot. They don’t live in the same one anymore, as Hajime had to move to a cheaper one, but they’re still very close. Hajime really wants to see one of kohanes lives, but is so busy that it’s hard. He’s extremely proud of her and looks up to her and wishes he could gain the same confidence that she did. By extension, Hajime is also acquainted with Minori and eventually the other members of VBS. If I’m in the mood for a crack au, I replace kohane with Hajime in vbs. This also ties into my next one…

Which is the tenma siblings times 3!! In which I decided. Yeah fuck it why not? Mitsuru is the middle kid of the tenma family, with him and saki being twins and saki being the younger one. Mitsuru is like the opposite of saki, extremely energetic and 100% healthy and never gets sick. He also cares greatly for his sister, just like tsukasa, but isn’t quite as doting. Tsukasa also dotes on mitsuru but not quite as much as with saki. All three of them get along extremely well and have a strong caring relationship. This also means that Mitsuru is childhood friends with Toya, so when they don’t have work, he and Hajime will try and go to vbs lives together.

Arashi and Izumi are also quite familiar with Shizuku, having done modeling work with her in the past. Izumi thinks she’s a complete airhead and gets frequently impatient with her, but still thinks of her as a good acquaintance. Arashi on the other hand is great friends with her and they get along well. Arashi loves whenever they get to work together and Shizuku always has beauty tips for her. This could also lead to a potential MMJ and knights collab.

I think Ritsu and toya also knew each other in childhood. I think Ritsu learned piano from toyas father, and thus toya was frequently over at their place. Both of them were quiet so they didn’t do much talking with each other, but liked to sit in each other’s presence a lot. They lost contact as they grew up, but sometimes they still think about each other and wonder what happened to the other.

I’ve occasionally dabbled with the idea that arashi and the tenma siblings played at the same playground a lot as children and were playground partners. Sometimes arashi visited their house. When saki got sick they stopped coming to the playground and whenever arashi went to their house no one was home, so she never learned what happened to them. When she meets Mitsuru again however, her worries and wonderings are eased, and she gets to reunite with them.

I also think midori and akito were in the same class for all three years of middle school. They hated each other but midori liked toya.

#if I remember anything else I’ll rb this #sorry oh my god this is a lot I just have a lot of thoughts #asks #enstars #pjsekai #longish post

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For SkytheHedgehog, who asked on ao3 how I characterize Silver and Shadow Whipple in my series, Whipple Family (mis)adventures. Writing it here because it’s a bit long:

Silver Whipple:

Very curious, wants to look at and touch everything. On top of that is very impulsive, he acts almost immediately and then thinks about it later.

In general is delighted to be living in a place that’s not on fire and where he has plenty of food and water. Thinks that’s amazing and incredible.

Talkative and chatty from being alone from so long, will ramble on or talk to himself if no one else is going to listen

Is very touch starved from that as well. Likes hugs and cuddles a lot. His general attitude toward that is Don’t touch me without my permission, but once you have it, please don’t stop

Is very open about his emotions, he doesn’t know how to hide them yet. People can read him like an open book.

He’s very dramatic, he imagines how things will go wrong. Or if something’s upsetting him, it’s the worst thing ever! He’s got a bright future as a drama teen ahead of him.

Serious abandonment issues

Is shy when he first meets people but warms up pretty easily and he likes making friends!

I don’t see him as hyperactive like Sonic is but he’s a kid and has regular kid energy. Sitting still for long periods of time is hard, he fidgets and dances and bounces on the balls of his feet a lot.

Self-conscious? Never met her

Isn’t the slightest bit picky about food. He’ll eat food off the ground and out of a garbage bin

He likes cute and pretty things a lot

Shadow Whipple:

He’s autistic and that will be revealed in a later fic. His special interest is motorcycles.

He thinks very logically. If A Then B then C. However, he’s also still a child so ‘logical’ is only what he already knows.

Has selective mutism and is very introverted. Only talks to people he’s comfortable with and that list is... very short and it takes him awhile to become comfortable. But he’s getting better!

Had a fear of humans but is losing that slowly

Is pretty quiet and let’s Silver and Sonic take the lead most of the time.

His social skills are not that good yet, is bad at understanding other people’s emotions. Even so, he still cares a lot about the people he’s close to and feels bad if he accidently hurts someone

Is incredibly strong. Probably not as strong as Knuckles but out of the trio, he’s by far the strongest

Like his personal space, will bite if someone he doesn’t trust invades it. He only wants hugs or to be held on his terms, even by family members.

Is a very fast learner

Is very self-conscious. This sadly came from the scientists who cared for him when he was very young

Like Silver, he’s also not picky about food. This is because he barely has a sense of taste. His favorite is crunchy foods because of the texture

#my au #silver whipple #shadow whipple