#and Jadens just up to his elbows in managing that

[shitpostingkats]

I know they're not gonna do it but please imagine we get to the xyz dimension and the refugees are getting aid from astrals and barians and everyone rightly flips out and Shay is like "What, do you guys not have aliens in your dimensions? :/"

#and everyones like 'OH MY GOD DO WE???' #arc v is so determined to tear my working dimensions theory but I wont let it #i headcanon that a lot of fleeing xyz peeps ended up in the dark world (because thats the collecting place of lost dimensional things) #and Jadens just up to his elbows in managing that #post series hes gonna reach out to Shay and Yuto to try and get some of those people back home #meanwhile theres another bunch in AstralBarian (what is its name after the recombination?) #some of the refugees settle down there so now there astrals barians AND humans in a combined society #Im mushing the series lore together like that one kid that folds all their playdoh colors into one enormous blob #spk watches arc-v #yugioh #yugioh arc v #ygo arc v

[the-evil-authoress]

GX Month Day 4: “Swing of Memories”

Ah, yes, those sweet, precious memories shared with siblings...and a few you’d rather forget. Explore the bond between Asuka Tenjoin/Alexis Rhodes and Fubuki Tenjoin/Atticus Rhodes today! A sweet sibling hug? A heated argument? Show us!

Yes, I summarized and skipped over parts of the actual duel. This thing would have been so much longer if I hadn’t. Cheese and crackers this monster. O_O

This is not how Alexis expected this night to go. She almost regrets her idea for all of them to crash together when they are now standing on a magic platform above lava that will destabilize with every turn that passes. Syrus already looks ready to pass out, clinging to the back of Jaden’s jacket for dear life.

“Isn’t this counterproductive for you?!” Alexis yells at the shadowy creep. The way the darkness clings to him makes it impossible to distinguish any features, beyond the fact he wears black and that creepy mask. Even his voice sounds distorted. “If we die, you can’t duel us for the keys!”

A dark laugh like shadows on the walls. “Do you know why the Keys cannot simply be taken?” the man asks instead of answering.

“Because the Keys form a bond with whomever holds them,” Bastion snaps. Of course they already asked the important questions when Chancellor Sheppard told them about this crazy shadow war. “Therefore that bond must be broken through ritual combat.”

“Mmm, well you’re half right.” The man tilts his head, sounding smug under the layers of shadows that mask his real voice. “There’s more than one way to break a bond. A Key holder could give their Key to another- a simple, painless transfer. But I don’t expect you lot to do that. You’re far too good.” For a moment his voice is viscous, deadly, and sends a shiver down Alexis’ spine. The next he returns to almost mockingly light-hearted teasing. “However, if a Key holder dies, there’s nothing for the Key to bond to, now is there? A Key without an owner is free for the taking.”

Great, just great! So much for ‘can only be won in a duel’. If this wackjob figured out a loophole, then how many of the other Shadow Riders know about it?

Bastion inhales sharply, eyes darting back to the dark platform under their feet as Christina snarls a curse and Syrus and Chumley wail.

“Of fucking course!”

“I don’t wanna die~!”

“Don’t you worry about that.” That shadows-on-the-wall laugh again. “I’ll win this match long before you can fall. I want the pleasure of taking you all out myself.”

“Certainly confident,” Bastion grumbles, but there’s genuine fear in his eyes.

“Not gonna happen!” Jaden yells with all of his usual bravado; Alexis shouldn’t be surprised.

The duel starts to everyone’s dismay but it’s not like they actually have a way off this volcano. Alexis still doesn’t know how they got here beyond falling through the magical darkness that overtook Jaden’s dorm room. The first round isn’t anything special, the most excitement comes from Chumley’s leg falling through the platform as he tries to convince himself it’s still stable. Syrus and Chumley both scream as they all yank him back up and stare in horror at the brand new hole in the only thing between them and certain death.

“-Red-Eyes Black Dragon!”

What?

Alexis’ attention snaps back to the duel as the familiar monster takes the field in a blaze of glory and proceeds to blast Jaden back several feet. Syrus goes tumbling with him, and Christina shrieks as they come dangerously close to the edge, but Jaden skids to stop with a foot to spare, one hand braced against the platform and the other fisted in Syrus’ jacket.

Barely able to breathe, Alexis turns back to Nightshroud and Red-Eyes Black Dragon. “Why do you have that card? What did you do to my brother?!”

“Your brother?” Bastion yelps but Alexis can’t focus on anything but the man in front of her.

Nightshroud pauses, head tilting. “Who? Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. This card has always been mine.”

“Liar!” Alexis screams, voice raw, chest heavy. “That card is a tournament exclusive!” Atticus gushed over it for weeks, showed it off at school, more excited about the card than winning the tournament. This is the first sign she’s seen of her brother in two years! This man has to know something!

“You dare call me a liar?” A dark bolt darts out at Nightshroud’s command and sends Alexis careening back. Her foot slips off the edge.

“ALEXIS!”

Jaden yanks her back by the arm with a grip hard enough to bruise, and Alexis startles at the absolute terror in his eyes. “Hey, not cool!” He swings back around to face Nightshroud, the bravado back in full force, but this time Alexis knows what it hides. “You’re dueling me! Leave them out of this!”

Nightshroud only snorts, a derisive sound. “Then duel me, since you want to save them so badly.”

Alexis is still close enough to see the cards as Jaden draws Polymerization and fusion summons Rampart Blaster to deal Nightshroud damage even from defense position. The shadows shiver as Nightshroud suffers the pain of his own shadow game, momentarily revealing brown hair.

“Feel like talking now, buddy?” Jaden taunts with a grin.

Nightshroud’s legs shake before he stands tall once again. “I already told you! This card has always been mine! I don’t know anything about the girl’s brother!” For a moment, the shadows obscuring his voice part and it sounds almost familiar.

Rampart Blaster’s defense proves futile as Nightshroud hits Jaden directly with the spell Inferno Fire Blast. The flames that engulf Jaden are far too real for any hologram, and Jaden sinks to his knees and nearly through the platform as it gives way beneath him. Christina and Syrus scramble to drag him back up as Bastion checks him over for serious injury.

“‘M fine.” Jaden tries to brush them off and stand on his own but immediately winces and sways.

“Fine my ass!” Christina hisses.

“I’m inclined to agree!” Bastion pushes up Jaden’s sleeve to reveal an angry red splotch. “You’re covered in blisters if not more severe burns!”

“We can worry about that later!” Jaden pries his hand free with another wince as Nightshroud uses his next monster to force Rampart Blaster into attack mode.

“Wait. No.” A cold spot appears in Alexis’ chest as she takes a step back. She recognizes more than one card Nightshroud has played. “It’s not just Red-Eyes... I think he has Atticus’ whole deck.”

“What?” Christina spins from where she stands to act as Jaden’s support.

“But how is that possible?” Chumley stammers.

“I don’t know!” Alexis snaps, shaking. She has this horrible, horrible feeling. No matter what Nightshroud claims, he must have done something to her brother and taken his deck. She never once let herself consider the possibility, because it meant giving up, it meant letting her grief win, but what if... “I-”

Syrus shrieks as the platform gives way underneath him, stumbling forward as Chumley catches and hauls him back to safety. Their safe places to stand are dwindling quickly. Jaden finishes his combo by fusion summoning Thunder Giant. The two monsters’ clash ends in a draw as both are destroyed, setting up Burstinatrix for a direct attack.

“Let’s see how you like it!”

Nightshroud barely flinches against the assault of flame as the shadows around him flicker and swell as if fending off the attack. Pouting, Jaden moves onto his next play then passes the turn to Nightshroud. Mirage Dragon takes the field and Alexis startles as Nightshroud refers to the dragon with feminine pronouns. That’s how Atticus always referred to that card. Most duelists default to masculine pronouns unless the card art is obviously feminine, but Atticus was different.

-“She just gives me, ‘cranky old lady’ vibes, ya know?”- Atticus said when Alexis asked. She hadn’t known, not all, what Atticus meant.

Atticus’ deck was one thing, but this particular quirk... It couldn’t be.

Jaden goes down again as Mirage Dragon takes out Burstinatrix; Christina drags him back to his feet and away as a new hole opens up in the platform. His next turn sees Elemental Hero Tempest take the field and obliterate Mirage Dragon. This time, Nightshroud flinches as the shadows scatter off his form; and even with that mask on his face, Alexis knows what she sees.

“ATTICUS?!”

“Hold on whut?” Jaden jerks, gaping at her.

Alexis starts forward and stumbles as her foot falls through another hole.

“And who the hell is that supposed to be?” Nightshroud growls, and it’s Atticus’ voice now that the shadowy echo no longer obscures it.

“You!” Pulling herself upright, Alexis watches the floor for holes as she continues forward. Her friends call after her but she ignores them. “I know that’s you, Atticus! You really think a dumb mask would make me not recognize my own brother?!”

“My name is Nightshroud-”

“Why are you doing this? Why are you a Shadow Rider? What happened to you, Atticus?!”

“Lexi!!”

She manages to duck this time before the darkness strikes her, elbows banging hard against the platform. The breath shudders out of her and she realizes she’s crying.

“I don’t know you, little girl.”

It hurts. It hurts so much. She found him but like this and he doesn’t even know who she is. A hand on her shoulder alerts her to one of her friends, unsurprised to find Christina kneeling next to her. “It’s him...” Alexis whispers brokenly as Christina pulls her up.

“I know.”

“Why is he...” she hiccups, unable to finish the sentence. Christina squeezes her finger as she leads Alexis safely back to their friends.

Atticus summons Red-Eyes back to the field with Red-Eyes Chick’s ability then trades it in for a card Alexis has never seen before - Red-Eyes Darkness Dragon. Darkness. Nightshroud. That thing has her brother and she needs to figure out how to get him back from its clutches. Jaden ends the turn with Negate Attack, surviving to the next round. He hesitates as he draws his next card, then plays Wroughtweiler in defense and switches Tempest to defense.

“Jay?” Christina sends him a look.

“I honestly don’t have any other plays right now,” Jaden says, voice low as he glances back at her. “Besides, if that’s Lexi’s brother... Doesn’t the loser of this duel die?”

Alexis breathes in sharply. Christina hisses through her teeth.

“But what if winning gets rid of whatever is controlling him,” Bastions says. “Assuming he’s been possessed by some sort of dark power.”

“Yeah, maybe, but-”

“Jaden.” Alexis forces the words out as he turns to look at her, those eyes so full of compassion and concern. “If you lose, we all die. We can worry about the rest of it later.”

Jaden flinches. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m not!” Alexis loses the battle against her emotions as a fresh wave of tears overtakes her. “But what other choice do we have?”

Jaden stares at her a moment longer before turning back to face his opponent as Atticus attacks Wroughtweiler with Spear Dragon. He activates Wroughtweiler’s effect and goes down with a scream as his Life Points drop because Spear Dragon deals damage even if the monster it battles is in defense. Still, Jaden gets to add Sparkman and Polymerization back to his hand and gets back to his feet with a little help. Not that it does much good. The force of Tempest’s destruction sends him reeling back into Bastion, and Bastion yelps as the ground threatens to cave under their combined weight. Between the four of them, they manage to keep their friends on stable ground, but Jaden looks like he’s barely conscious at this point. With 600 Life Points left and their safety net looking like swiss cheese, Alexis glances at the lava below and turns back to her brother.

“Enough! Enough, Atticus! This duel is over!” she declares with all the fire she can muster. “You want a Spirit Key so badly, then you can have mine!” Ignoring the startled outburst from her friends, she pulls the object from its place around her neck and holds it out. “You said it works if it’s given freely, right? Let my friends go, and you can have it!”

“Alexis...” Jaden rasps, held upright by Christina’s arm. Alexis never looks away from her brother.

Atticus scoffs. “While I’m flattered that you’d give me your Key willingly, I’m afraid just one Key won’t do. I want them all.” His voice darkens, distorts into something unrecognizable again as the shadows rise up and cling to him. “Wait your turn, little girl. I’ll duel you next.”

“Atticus!” Alexis pleads, except this time she knows she’s not talking to her brother anymore - if she ever was - but this thing that’s taken over him.

“Make your move, Key keeper. If you can.”

Pulling his arm off Christina’s shoulders, Jaden glares his opponent down. “Oh, I can. And I’m winning this duel!”

“But you can barely sta-AAAAAA!” Syrus screams as he falls entirely through the platform. Alexis dives, catching his hand as Bastion grabs the other. Together they haul him back up while Jaden watches, pale as a sheet.

“Whatever you’re about to do, do it fast!” Chumley clasps his hand together, legs shaking so hard Alexis is surprised he still stands.

“Right!” With Christina’s hand on his shoulder, Jaden draws his card.

The combo he gets off next is a spectacular comeback. Atticus hits his knees with a scream as darkness rolls off his form in waves, and Alexis runs for him without a second thought. She doesn’t get far before the dark platform vanishes completely from beneath her feet. She has a single terrifying moment to think, This is how we die, before a bright golden light engulfs her.

When she opens her eyes again, she pushes herself off the cold, rocky ground of the mountainside while Syrus and Chumley cry over not being dead.

"What was that light? It looked like it came from your deck," Bastion murmurs, and something glows faintly as Christina shuffles through her cards with a frown, Jaden slumped against her.

Alexis spares them only a glance as she continues straight for her brother, collapsed face down on the ground feet in front of her. “Atticus!” She drops to her knees and rolls him to face her.

His eyes flutter briefly open. “Who...?” he mumbles weakly before his head lulls again, and Alexis fears the worst as she searches for his pulse. It flutters under her fingers, slow but strong, and she finally releases the breath she’d be holding. It comes out a sob.

“Is he...?” Bastion ventures closer, not daring to finish the inquiry.

“He’s alive...” Alexis breathes, cradling her brother close as another voice breaches the mountain air.

“Heeeey! What’s going on over here?!”

Alexis looks up as Zane and Chazz come running. “Zane. Zane!” she calls, heedless to how broken her voice is and doesn’t miss the way Zane immediately speeds up. “It’s him! It’s Atticus!” She holds her brother closer as Zane freezes in his tracks, face flooding with shock. “I found him...”

“What-” Zane croaks as he kneels next to them slowly, and reaches out like he expects Atticus to disappear under his fingers. The emotions that play out over his face when his hand lands on Atticus’ shoulder are too complicated to name. “What happened?”

“I don’t know.”

They sit in silence like that for another moment, just soaking in that Atticus is back. Then Zane shifts to slide his arms under Atticus’ limp form. “Here.” Nodding, Alexis moves aside to let Zane lift Atticus into his arms. Some distance away, her friends hoist an unconscious Jaden onto Chumley’s back.

“If he looks this bad after winning, I don’t wanna know what losing looks like,” Chazz gripes.

“That?” Syrus points hesitantly at Atticus.

“What?”

Zane sends Alexis a sharp look. “He was a Shadow Rider,” Alexis whispers, and glances away as Zane’s expression breaks again. “He didn’t recognize me. That’s all I know.”

“Okay,” Zane says at length and they begin the long trek down the mountain.

Alexis still has so many questions...and fears. She once thought finding her brother would make everything okay again, but now... Now she’s scared this is only the beginning rather than the end she sought. What if he wakes up and still doesn’t recognize her? Can she handle that? Can she handle learning what turned him into a Shadow Rider? Her hand fists itself into Zane’s coat tail. If he notices, he doesn’t comment.

#gxmonth2021 #alexis rhodes #tenjoin asuka #tenjoin fubuki #atticus rhodes #nightshroud #jaden yuki #syrus truesdale #chumley huffington #bastion misawa #chazz princeton #zane truesdale #ygo gx #yugioh gx #yu gi oh gx #long post

[lady-of-all-cards]

Ikemen Revolution: Spiked Love (Zedgar NSFW One-Shot)

NSFW One-Shot Statistics: Pages: 4 Word Count: 2203 Characters: 12377 Characters (without spaces): 10214

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution Characters: Edgar Bright, Zero (Ikemen Revolution) Pairings: Edgar Bright/Zero Summary: To find the Ace of Hearts sharing a comfortingly warm cup of tea in the room of his sword master was no rare occurrence, but with a spiked drink and the captivating jaden eyes of the Crimson Jack, he is roped into a night he wont soon forget...

WARNINGS: BL (BxB), NSFW. Reader discretion is highly recommended. If you are choosing to read this, I hope you enjoy as always! Notes: I haven’t seen a single NSFW shot for this ship, so I’m taking matters into my own hands and write my own. This is my first time writing and posting something like this, so if it’s awful and you think I can improve somehow, constructive criticism is welcome!

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The sound of steaming water clattering into a ceramic cup, the rattling of a spoon on the walls containing the sweetened drink, were so comfortable familiar amongst the soft yellow walls that Zero paid his sword master no visual attention as he sat on the sofa.

He revealed how comfortable, as something he had quickly noticed was that the Ace of Hearts got the short end of the stick in comfortable furniture. Where Zero could get uncomfortable after a while, and made walking a hobby, the sofa he sat on now felt more like a cloud, dipping to fit his form perfectly.

The tap of a cup on a glass place mat brought Zero out of his reverie, and he looked up at Edgar as he settled beside him, his own cup of Earl Grey tea trapped between his hands.

“I’m surprised, Zero.” His light, airy voice began. “It’s rare for you to come by this late, but I guess I shouldn’t complain.” He added, a cheeky, but wistful smile crossing his lips.

“Why shouldn’t you complain?” Zero asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he leaned forward to pick up his drink, only just missing the way Edgar shuffled back and squirmed to get comfortable.

“I rarely get the pleasure of even a smile in the hallway from you nowadays.” Zero frowned, turning to scowl at the Jack. “Now now, there’s no need for that look, is there?” This time, Zero managed to catch Edgar’s lip being caught between his lips and how he swallowed thickly after. Zero would be lying if he said it wasn’t a good look for Edgar, but it wasn’t something he would admit, so he settled back in his seat and took a sip of his steaming tea.

The two sat just like that, sharing reports and memories in a rare moment between them, a moment neither of them wanted to end, but it was as Zero took the last sip of his now lukewarm that he noticed his body was heating up...

As he bit his lip, Edgar watched as Zero began to squirm, knowing that the aphrodisiac was beginning to settle into Zero’s bloodstream.

“Something up, Zero? You look a bit... uncomfortable.” That comment was all it took for Zero to try to muster an angered and accusing glare, but the waves of pleasure coursing through him prevented an effective glance.

“Wh- what did you do to me>!” He panted, his chest heaving as he squirmed more, the intensity of the pleasure becoming near critical as he rubbed his thighs together. 

Edgar took a moment to drink in the sight before him- his love squirming, knowing he couldn’t leave and risk being caught by another, but knowing remaining could be just as risky and dangerous...

Just as it looked like Zero was going to stand up, his commander straddled his thighs, running his gloved hands over Zero’s unfortunately clothed chest. Zero’s hand flew to Edgar’s thigh, pushing against it, trying to resist the actions of his commander.

“Ed-Edgar?!” Zero panted, both in fear and anticipation.

“A simple aphrodisiac, nothing too bad. Trust me- it could be a lot worse. I just decided to be kind for the first time...”

“F-first time?! Edgar- ngh-” 

Whatever protest Zero had died on his throat as Edgar leaned down to nibble on his neck, skillfully hiding a hickey over the ominous tattoo. Zero’s free hand grabbed the nape of Edgar’s neck, both pulling him closer and pushing him away as Edgar slowly ground his hips, giving himself pleasure whilst at the same time teasing Zero, not quite touching where the Ace needed it most.

“You should be a little quieter, Zero.” Edgar purred in his ear, nibbling on the soft cartilage, pushing a moan through Zero’s now mangled lips, his eyes screwed shut. His hand gripped Edgar’s hip tighter, pushing it back, conflicted still, but it was this movement that finally forced Edgar back, but of his own volition.

Edgar sat near the top of Zero’s knees, looking down at Zero, waiting patiently for the Ace to meet his eyes. Already Zero was a moaning mess, his innocence and inexperience shining in the face of how sensitive his body was. Eventually his clouded sky blue orbs met the jaded ones. Edgar’s long fingers gently grazed over Zero’s cheek, and Zero once again lost his breath at the look he was receiving from his superior- it was something he had never expected to see, something gentle, something close to adoration...

“I... I... I won’t do this without your permission, Zero.” Edgar breathlessly whispered, looking away. It appeared that he was losing hope, and for a moment, looked pained and nervous.

It made Zero pause for a moment. For once in his life, Edgar seemed serious. He wasn’t teasing him, his trademark smile had faded, and he looked broken. Right now, he was more transparent than ever. And honestly... Zero was impartial to Edgar’s beauty, skill and mysterious auror.

The Ace reached up to the hand pressed against his cheek, lacing his fingers with Edgar’s gloved ones. His other hand tightened where it rested on the Jack’s hip, sliding him down his legs to rest comfortably in his lap. Edgar’s face softened more into a shockingly sweet smile as he laid his head on Zero’s shoulder.

Everything was shocking Zero, but seeing Edgar so small and vulnerable, curled up in his lap gave him, for the first time in the eight years since he’d known the benevolent devil, a sense of control. He saw this as his only chance to dominate the man, as sadistic as it was to a man presenting his weaknesses so easily...

But Zero made up his mind. He had suffered Edgar’s teasing too long to let this opportunity slip through his fingers, which had moved to slowly explore Edgar’s body. At least, his left hand did. His right hand, clasped in Edgar’s, squeezed the other’s hand, slowly rubbing circles on the back of his hand.

Although his movements were slow, it was clear Zero was exploring the limits, both nervous and excited about every new revelation. Edgar wasn’t very sensitive, his body trained to ignore such desires, and his pristine white and red uniform wasn’t offering Zero many advantages either, but for a moment, when Zero’s hand was sneaking up his thigh, moving to the trademark jacket, pressing a bit more pressure in that one special spot had Edgar tensing and twitching, clutching his protege tighter.

It actually forced a smirk to cross Zero’s expression, but the pleasurable feeling quickly passed as Zero’s touch climbed higher and higher, eventually picking apart each and every one with one hand. He didn’t want to let go of Edgar’s other hand, knowing that taking this leap took a lot of courage for the usually secluded officer.

Coming to the last button, Zero was forced to pry his hand from Edgar’s to slip the garment off his shoulders, but he never let the hand leave him, trailing the comforting heat up his arm and over his shoulders as Zero tugged the overcoat down his arms.

The jacket, however, was momentarily trapped at Edgar’s elbows as the Jack sat up and immediately locked his lips with his dearest Zero, passion sparking more magic between them than any crystal could hope to do. Edgar’s hands tangled in Zero’s hair, pulling him closer as he kneeled more for leverage. He wasn’t exactly trying to dominate Zero, but it was painfully clear that he wanted 

, a lust had taken over his body, a need only satable by Zero’s touch.

Edgar did, however, take matters into his own hands by pulling his jacket off, and manhandling Zero for a few moments to do the same, never once breaking the intoxicating kiss. Zero held Edgar’s hips to him tightly, and for a moment, the pure, raw emotions bottled up inside the young Bright was poured in that kiss, speaking miles more than any spoken word could.

Pulling away, Edgar slowly began to unbutton the soft white jumper Zero always wore under his uniform jacket, tugging at the belt and holster wrapped around Zero before unbuckling his own and tossing them off to the side, abandoned until the morning. The base endurance of the two men was great, but even their breath came short as they pulled apart. They pressed their foreheads together, taking a moment to just enjoy the other, both partially undressed, both panting, both transparent and bare for the other.

“I never thought-” the second of hesitation in Edgar’s words was all Zero needed to gently peck his lips.

“Don’t think, not now.” He gave that heartwarming smile, a smile he rarely gave Edgar anymore, but one that had been seared into his brain since the first time Zero smiled when they were young. It hurt his heart, but it was a pleasant pain, a pain that promised a future of even a slither of happiness. Tears pricked to Edgar’s eyes as he looked down.

“Zero... thank you...” He whispered, refusing to show this level of weakness, but it was hard to hide, and the way he was being held made it almost impossible for him to easily leave. He felt too vulnerable and he hated it, but the soft hand that reached up to wipe at his eye and kiss his cheek chased the doubt away. Zero didn’t care about his past and his aversions, of course he didn’t, Zero just wanted people to be happy, to smile, and no matter how hard he tried, Edgar couldn’t help the bright, sweet smile that crossed his lips, and Zero just couldn’t help kissing his lips in response.

Piece by piece, each article of their clothing was peeled off their bodies, which quickly began to rise in temperature, a layer of sweat pouring over their bodies. Edgar became gradually quieter, knowing he was now in no position to turn the tables and dominate Zero. Hell- he was struggling to not crumble into a moaning mess at Zero’s gentle strokes, nevermind what he knew was to come. He was nearly quivering at the thought...

Zero’s hand, which had been gently stroking as Edgar’s head lay against his chest, moved to nudge against Edgar’s lips. He whimpered for a second, turning away just to feel the comforting stroke of his calloused fingers. Zero obliged, knowing Edgar liked to have control of the situation he was in. The younger male slowly nudged his fingers occasionally against Edgar’s lips, and eventually, the Jack took the two fingers into his mouth, moaning at the feeling surfacing deep within his gut.

It was embarrassing, to say the least, to have not only his subordinate, but also his personal protege, but there was a part of him that didn’t care it was Zero, a part of him that had such a strong love for the boy that nothing else mattered in that moment but his love, and his touch. But even that thought couldn’t prepare him for the pleasure brought on by only Zero’s finger...

Initially, it felt weird. He, as the heir of the Bright family, was raised to believe everything about this was ‘unnatural’, but the thing so far that was even close to the description was how much pleasure mere fingers could provide. His body was set ablaze, and helpless moans and breathless begs of Zero’s name played off his lips like a piano, some notes harsh, some soft, and some horribly out of tune, with Zero as the conductor, sat in his plush seat with the gentle control of a professional, despite his innocence in the area.

But that was when the ‘main event’ came. Although Zero had been sure to carefully prepare Edgar, it still hurt like hell to enact the pleasure they were both seeking, however... there was one thing Edgar noticed...

Zero had stopped manhandling him to what position he wanted Edgar in, handing the control to Edgar, letting him take it how he wanted, go at what speed he wanted. Of course he would. Even in a situation like this, Zero’s concern was everywhere but himself. Even when Zero finally had the control between them, he still gave it back to him, sending another pang of pleasing pain through his heart.

Edgar took it slowly, sinking down onto Zero with caution, gasping at the sensation. He knew that Zero would, of course, be bigger than a mere two fingers, but there was a vast difference in length and width that it took a good moment for him to fully adjust to it, though it was no less pleasurable, he’d even go to say it felt better, far better, than just to fingers.

And the effects were the same.

Edgar was softly panting, starting slowly, not wanting to rush things. He didn’t know how pleasurable it was for Zero, but he didn’t want to overload him. For this first time, it had to be special. Slow... sensual, and a display of emotion rather than just meaningless raw sex...

The two men indulged each other through the night, finally exploring the limitations of their relationship into something more... being more selfish than either dared to ever be...

#ikemen revolution #edgar bright #zero #zedgar #smut

[bigchiefyoung]

Sunset Dramatics

INVOLVED: Jaden Young and Cymone Smith TIME FRAME: Friday, April 3, 2020 LOCATION: Beach; Tulum, Mexico SUMMARY: Cymone has set up a beautiful candle light beach dinner for Jaden and herself, but as they talk, things take a turn. 

Cymone smirked at one of the villa’s managers as they led them towards the private beach dinner they’d have. She set it up for her and Jaden prior to the arriving and she chose today as the day they’d actually enjoy the little date night. They’d hopefully get to catch the sun setting while they sat for dinner, which is what she wanted for them. Walking across the sand in her Chanel slides, she held her beach skirt as the wind blew and brushed long weave out of her face. Once they made it to the table, she smiled at the set up. “Thank you, it’s perfect,” she told the man with a wife grin.

Jaden walked with Cymone across the sand, following the manager of the villa. He held Cymone’s hand in his own, smiling softly as they approached. “Wow,” he said smiling a bit as he took it all in. Letting go of Cymone’s hand he walked over to the table, pulling a chair out for her.

Smiling at Jaden, she moved towards the chair as he held it out. “Thank you,” she told him sitting down and placing the large bag against the ground. She was fine with it getting a little dirty from the sand. Cymone sat back a bit looking at all the candles and the set up again with a smirk. “You like it?” she asked Jaden.

Jaden allowed Cymone to sit down before he pushed her chair in a bit and he rounded the table sitting himself. He looked at the candles and the set up on the table, smiling at Cymone. “I do,” he said, smirking at her. “I didn’t know you were such a romantic,” he joked with a chuckle as he playfully batted his eyelashes at her.

Cymone smiled, at his words however she shook her head a little. “Stop,” she said playfully hiding her amusement. “I wanted to have a little date night; you know,” she said quietly. “I thought the beach was a perfect place, it’s quiet and calming,” she told him. She looked at him across the table with candles lit between them. Their server appeared and handed Jaden and Cymone their line up menu for the night, she looked to the menu and smiled. The server excused himself and moved to grab Jaden and Cymone drinks. Hers was a virgin Pina Colada and his happened to be a Sex on the Beach. The server returned and sat the drinks among them, “enjoy,” the man told them before scurring off.

Chuckling softly, Jaden leaned forward some, his elbows on the table as he listened to her, nodding his head slightly. “It’s perfect babe,” he told her as he reached across the table with one hand, grabbing one of hers. He laced their fingers, giving her a small squeeze before the server appeared. He pulled back, taking the menu line up with a hum as he looked it over. “Oh fancy,” he smiled at her. Sitting the menu down, Jaden nodded at the server as the drinks were set down. “Thank you,” he said quickly before he looked across at Cymone. “I love you,” he said easily.

Cymone heart fluttered a bit at his words and she held his hand in hers. “We have so much going on, I don’t want us to lose sight of us during all of what we have going on,” she breathed slightly. As the man sat the drinks down, she said, “thank you,” to him sweetly before she looked back at Jaden. “I love you too,” she said softly with a smile.

Jaden listened to Cymone and he nodded slowly. “Just one day at a time,” he said softly, knowing it could all get stressful. “You know baby,” he began, “I really appreciate you and your support,” he said thoughtfully, “and I’ve put some thought into it and I wouldn’t mind letting you teach me a thing or two,” he told her. “It would be a great side hustle and if you love it, I should learn to love it too,” he said.

Cymone nodded her head at him. “Right,” she said softly as she picked her glass up and took a sip from it basking in the taste. “Mm,” she said to herself before he went on to explain his interest in her endeavors and she smirked. “Are you sure?” she asked him softly. Cymone leaned back and said, “film is more your thing you don’t have to try to appease me.”

“I’m sure,” Jaden said easily. “I should at least have a general understanding of what you do babe,” he said with a smile. “If it’s important to you then it should be important to me too,” he told her before he picked up his glass, taking a sip of the alcoholic drink. He tried not to scrunch his face at the burn as it went down.

Cymone nodded her head at him slowly taking in his words she was trying to read him, to see if he meant what he said or was just being macho in the moment. “Okay,” she said nodding her head. “I have no problem with that,” she told him.

Jaden looked across at Cymone and he smiled. “And in return, I can teach you a bit about film and photography,” he said lovingly as he reached across the table once more, taking her hand into his again.

Holding his hand in hers again Cymone nodded her head and she told him. “I would enjoy that,” easily and without thought. She used her freehand to pick her glass up and take a sip of the drink again. “You want to taste?” she asked him, offering it.

Jaden smiled at Cymone rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. At her question, he said, “sure,” as he took the drink with his freehand. He brought it to his lips and took a sip, humming a bit. “That’s good,” he said with a smirk as he handed it back to her.

Cymone chuckled at the boy, knowing alcohol wasn’t his thing but she always tried to just loosen him up and calm him down. She sat the cup back down against the table with a smile before she said, “what do you want to talk about baby?” curiously. The results had come back before they left and their child was perfectly fine with no issues whatsoever. All worries had been melted, now the only thing she needed to get a handle on was her business endeavors and the management of them during this pregnancy.

Jaden smirked before he picked up his own drink again, taking a tiny sip, his face scrunching. “Mmm,” he hummed out a bit sourly. He was going to try and finish it this time. At her question, he asked her, “have you put any thought into a name?”

At his question Cymone sighed heavily. “You know, when I first thought about it babe it’s when the doctor asked me if I wanted to know the baby's gender,” she breathed. “You know they can tell all of that stuff with those test. I declined of course,” she breathed to him. “But it made me start thinking and to be honest I haven’t yet,” told him with a slow headshake. “You?”

Jaden listened to Cymone and he nodded slowly. “Why didn’t you want to know the gender?” he asked her softly, curiously. He found out the gender because he had been itching to know, but he wasn’t going to tell Cymone. “I have,” he told her smiling.

Cymone looked at him and she sighed. “I don’t know, nerves,” she breathed out softly. “We have an appointment set two weeks from now to find out. I guess I just figured we’d wait and find out together you know. Verses over the phone,” she said to him softly. “What are they?” she said intrigued now.

Jaden nodded slowly at Cymone and he bit his lip softly. “This is true,” he said easily. “I can’t wait to find out,” he lied. “If it’s a boy I’ve thought of Malachi, Christian, and Brandon,” he said easily. “If it’s a girl Rose, Janelle, and Melissa,” he said with a shrug.

Cymone looked at him squinting lightly before she nodded her head as he began to list his names. “Those are cute,” she said softly to him as the server returned with the starters, which happened to be a soup of some sorts. She looked up at the man and smiled. “Thank you,” she said as he sat it before them both. “Looks amazing,” she said and the man bowed to them happily before he parted. “Enjoy,” he offered softly.

Jaden looked at Cymone as she squinted at him before he dropped his eyes with a sly smirk. “I’m glad you like them,” he said before he looked up at the server. “Thank you,” he hummed out. He looked down at the soup before he grabbed a spoon, blowing on the hot soup a bit before he took his first little spoonful with a hum.

Cymone smirked again before she tested the soup, it was rich, but it was good in her opinion. She had had something similar in the past though it had a bit of a kick to it that she didn’t remember. She dipped her spoon in the bowl and took another taste of it before she said. “I think we should have the gender reveal as an intimate dinner and have both our families there,” she said softly. “My nephews really want to be there and I know you feel like we should sit them all down first before we do something like that, but with these school schedules you know…” she breathed softly.

Jaden looked across at Cymone nodding slowly as he ate his soup a bit. Listening to her he nodded slightly. “Okay baby,” he said thoughtfully. “I hadn’t factored in your nephews being in school originally,” he admitted. “I think an intimate dinner would be perfect,” he said. “We can buy out a restaurant or something,” he said with a hum.

Cymone took notice of the we he threw in there and she smiled. “Of course, we can,” she said happily. “I’ll get on that when we get back home,” she said to him truthfully. “Get a planner to get it all together,” she breathed as she ate some more soup. “It should be fine, a good time I mean,” she told him easily. “I am sure everyone is excited to know what we are having,” she said with a smile.

Jaden smiled at Cymone and he nodded. “Okay baby,” he said lovingly. He ate more of his soup a bit before he said, “I’m excited to know too,” chuckling. “Also, we should start a wedding planner too,” he said thoughtfully.

Cymone nodded her head at the boy. “Of course you are,” she told him gently. “Are you going to record it?” she asked him curiously. She hadn’t noticed the camera lately but then again; he could have been catching her without her noticing it. “Yes, I do need to contact some wedding planners as well,” she said nodding her head.

“The gender reveal?” Jaden asked her softly. “I hadn’t thought about that, but it would be a good idea,” he said truthfully, slurping down some more soup. At the thought of the wedding he said, “I really appreciate you for indulging me in this,” with a chuckle. “I know this isn’t your first wedding and you’ve already done the whole shebang before,” he said knowingly. “So, thank you,” he said with a smile.

Cymone shook her head gently, “no, the appointment,” she said softly. She hadn’t thought about the reveal itself; she knew the footage was more personal for him than anything. She licked her lips and smirked a bit. “Yeah, well you’ll be husband number six,” she acknowledged for the first time ever. “So, I am kind of over the whole grand scheme of things, but honestly babe, I’d do anything for you,” she told him truthfully.

“Oh,” Jaden said, biting his lip. “If you’re okay with that,” he said, “I hadn’t done it before because I wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with it,” he admitted. “But I would love to,” he said smiling softly. As she told him he was lucky number six, he tried not to show his shock on his face. However, he was behooved. He grew quiet for a moment, just sitting with his thoughts before he said, “we don’t have to do anything too big… just close friends and family.”

“I don’t mind it,” Cymone said, “though I was just curious,” she breathed as she dipped her spoon back into the soup again. At his long paused she tucked her lips in, she hadn’t told him that fact outright but there was a time for everything she supposed. He carried on the conversation and she nodded her head. “Yeah I know,” she told him as she took a sip of her drink again, savoring the sweet taste.

Nodding slightly, Jaden said, “I’ll definitely start recording the appointments then,” he said with a smirk. He was definitely shocked by the amount of times Cymone had been married. He had always assumed once, maybe twice, but six times, that was a lot. It really made him wonder. He of course had no clue what happened in her other relationships but at some point, you have to consider if she was the reason behind all of the divorces. He had no idea and he didn’t want to ask either. He would just trust his gut and believe that, their marriage would last. “We should start to think of dates and look into venues to kick off the planning,” he said biting his lip a bit before he returned to his soup.

Cymone nodded her head, eating a little more of the soup before she rested it aside not going back to it. She sat there quietly for a moment, there had been judgement casted across his face though he tried to hide it. She didn’t say anything about it or even attempt to question the situation instead she nodded at his words. “Yes, we should,” she agreed, licking her lips and she took a long sip of her drink again. “Okay,” she said to him quietly, she asked him. “Do you think we should incorporate a wedding planner for this as well?” curiously.

Growing quiet, Jaden didn’t say much as he ate his soup some more, finishing it to the bottom of the bowl before he placed the empty bowl aside, spoon still resting inside. At Cymone’s question, Jaden shifted in his seat slightly before he answered her. “It would be a good idea,” he said thoughtfully. “Take more pressure off of us and make it easier,” he admitted, thinking it over. “Rather a small church wedding or a big extravaganza, a wedding is pressure,” he said chuckling, “and a lot of work…”

Cymone nodded her head slowly, she sat back in her chair and she eyed him a bit as he spoke. “When you asked me to marry you,” she started, “I didn’t know how to respond because I never quite married someone I was actually in love with,” she told him truthfully. “There was one man… but you know the story to that,” she said as she crossed her leg. Placing her hand over her knee and she blinked slowly. “I traded love for money and status over the years. It was easier,” she said to him, “a slight punishment often,” she admitted. “I stalled because I didn’t want to buy into something that wouldn’t last,” she shrugged. “Then I got pregnant,” she added, shrugging again. “A baby wasn’t a part of the plan either but it brought back a feeling I hadn’t had in years and you two became all I wanted,” she said to him, nodding her head. “You could believe that or not but understand if I didn’t want this union to take place it wouldn’t. I hold the power to that not you,” she said shaking her head at him. “So, don’t judge me,” she said, “you don’t know my story…”

Jaden listened to her, licking his lips slowly as she spoke. He wasn’t sure where this conversation had just sprung from, but he nodded slowly, taking in what she had to say. Sitting back, he watched her closely, letting the words sink in and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. She thought their marriage wouldn’t last. He licked his lips once more, shifting a bit uncomfortable in his seat. Blinking slowly, he allowed it all to digest before he said, “I’m not judging you, I’m shocked, yes, because I had no idea I would be number six, but I am not judging you Cymone,” he said a bit baffled as to where she would have gotten that idea in the first place. “I know you had a life before me…” he said, shrugging a bit, “and I don’t know your story only because you refuse to tell me but that doesn’t mean I love you any less…” he breathed out.

At his comment she chuckled, amused by his statement. “Do you care to know?” she asked him seriously. “Let’s be honest here Jaden,” she told him, “you didn’t pursue me for a marriage and a family,” she told him. “You pursued me for the very thing that is always on your mind, some ass,” Cymone said looking him in his eyes. She took a deep breath and she dropped her head before she looked back up at him. “We don’t have to do this,” she said referring to the conversation. “Sorry I brought it up,” she told him as she grabbed her drink and took a sip. People had their ideas of Cymone but she never once took the shit they talked to heart, however the people around her had another thing coming in those regards.

At the question, Jaden bit his lip hard. Did he truly want to know. “Do I necessarily want to hear about these other men who might have broken your heart or whatever happened, no not really, but I should know…” he said, “It’s important…” he licked his lips. As she spoke about why he pursued her, Jaden shook his head before she said they don’t have to do this. She had started it now. “Rather that was the original reason I chased after you or not… Cymone… I fell in love with you…” he told her, gazing across the table at her, his eyebrows furrowing a bit. “Well… we’re talking about it now,” he said, “where is this coming from?” he questioned her. “Do you not want to marry me?” he asked her. “Like… what, what is it?” he questioned, “because this… is out of the blue,” he said looking around them now.

At his question Cymone shook her head at him and said, “that’s not what I said.” She breathed as she grabbed the napkin off the table and dabbed the corner of her eye gently. The server returned and he set up a serving tray off to the side, grabbing their discarded bowls. He then replaced them with the lavish meal on the menu. Resting the pork dish in front of them along with some of small portioned items before he smiled and walked away gathering his things as he did. Cymone thanked the man as he walked away and she looked at Jaden before she said, “I love you Jaden,” not answering anything at all.

Looking at her across the table, Jaden sighed softly. He was so lost. He had no idea where this was coming from and it made his head hurt. Had he done something or said something to make her doubt their relationship? As the server came, offering their meals, he said, “thank you,” quickly before he looked back at Cymone. “Yes, and I love you too, Cymone, so why are you talking like you don’t want to get married?” he asked her, leaning in a bit.

“I didn’t say that,” Cymone said to the boy easily as she looked up at him with red tear-filled eyes that needed to be shed. She licked her lips and said, “I don’t know,” a small chuckle leaving her before she picked up the napkin and wiped more tears. “I said husband number six and you shifted funny,” she pointed out as she looked at him. “You call it shock, I call it fear,” she said angrily. She wiped her other eye of its tears and she leaned up, pushing curls out of her face. “I don’t doubt us and I don’t need you to start,” she said to him. “I was scared,” she said to him seriously, “I am scared,” she sniffled.

Jaden pursed his lips slightly as he looked at her. She didn’t have to say it, it was in the undertone of this very conversation that she sprung up. At her angry words, Jaden shook his head. “Don’t do that Cymone, don’t try to dictate my emotions,” he told her. “Yes, I am shocked,” he said, “who wouldn’t be? To find that out so… suddenly after all this time,” he said to her. As she wiped tears, Jaden felt bad. “I have absolutely no doubt in my heart for us and the love what we share Bev,” he said softly. As she admitted to being scared, he was slightly taken back and he reached across the table, taking her hand into his. “Scared of what?”

“I don’t know,” Cymone shrugged again. “Of it not working, of so many things,” she told him looking up at the sky as the sun began to set. “Everything Jaden,” she said to him as she looked into his eyes, using the napkin again to dry her face. “Everything with you just so not what I was prepared for after all that time and it has kind of all hit me at once,” she said. “I am so scared to walk down the aisle again,” she sighed. “I want us to stay like this,” she said gesturing to the setting around them, “and I am hoping that marriage does not change that for us,” she said softly.

Jaden held into her hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it gently as he listened to her. He nodded slowly, trying to understand her. He got up slowly, moving around the table, still holding her hand and he knelt before her. “Baby… if you don’t want to get married… we don’t have to get married…” he said a bit sadly. “We can… just… stay like this as we are…” he breathed out, just wanting to do whatever was best for her now, her emotions really throwing him for a loop. He hadn’t known that she had felt this way. It hurt him a little but his feelings didn’t matter to him. He just needed her to be comfortable.

Cymone looked at him and she wiped her eyes dry again, he didn’t understand what she meant at all. “That is not what I am saying,” she told him as she looked into his eyes. “I want to marry you,” she told him. “I want our baby more than anything in this world,” she told him. “But that doesn’t eliminate fear when there are all of these things that can come between us,” she told him sniffling again.  

Kneeling before her, Jaden continued to rub his thumb over the back of her hand as he gazed up at her. He licked his lips slowly before saying, “nothing can come between us.” He leaned in, resting his head on her lap now. “Baby,” he sighed, “we’re stronger than ever,” he told her lovingly. “I have never doubted us or our love.”

Cymone nodded her head at his words and she patted her face dry again, it had to be the overwhelming realization that she was opening an actual door for him that she had closed after Brian. The man broke her and she’d been waiting for a man to come in and get close enough to do it again. Was that man Jaden? Licking her lips slowly sniffled hard and said “I know you haven’t” she said nodding her head “it’s me” she told him. “I just can’t wrap my brain around it all” she said “Maybe I don’t feel like I deserve it…” she shrugged. “Like it’s too good to be true, everything is so perfect. I don’t know when the last time I have ever felt that” she said to him.

Jaden lifted his head from her lap, taking her in as she spoke and he nodded slightly. He leaned in, pressing his lips to her stomach before he leaned up even more, kissing her lips. “You deserve it all Bev,” he told her quietly. “You’re such a good woman and I wish I could do more to show you that you are,” he said softly. “It is perfect but it doesn’t have to be a scary things,” he bit his lips, “we can just take it all one day at a time, to make sure we don’t crack the surface,” he told her gently, giving her hand a squeeze.

Cymone nodded and she sat the napkin aside on the table as he kissed her stomach and then her. She kissed him back sweetly before she nodded her head again at his words. “Okay,” she said softly, her chin quivering as she leaning down to wrap her arms around his neck and hugging him tight. She squeezed him for dear life before she began to cry again, something so very different for her completely. The last time she told him she hid this from him and he told her she didn’t have to. And here she was listening to him. She never really mourned her marriage with Brian because she was too busy mourning her deceased child. Now maybe she got that chance; letting go of the past to open doors for their future.

Jaden kissed Cymone lovingly before he pulled back some as she wrapped him up. He coiled his arms around her lovingly, holding her close as she began to cry. He listened to her and he closed his eyes as he hugged her closer, rubbing his hands up and down her back soothingly. “It’s okay,” he whispered, “let it out,” he breathed out as he held her in his arms.

Cymone sniffled harder as she continued to clutch him harder in her arms, her chest rose and fell as she cried hard against the man. He told her to let it out and she did, for the very first time in her life. She hiccupped hard as she sniffled trying to calm herself down, her face wet with tears. “I love you,” she said, her chin quivering as the words left her. “So much,” she told her, she said as she opened her eyes looking out over the ocean and the sun kissing the horizon.

Jaden held Cymone close, letting her get all of her emotions out and he whispered into her ear, “I love you too baby.” He rubbed her back and gave her a small squeeze before he pulled back just a little. He gazed into her eyes and wiped her cheek with his thumb. “You’re perfect,” he breathed.

Cymone looked at Jaden as he pulled back from her and she looked into his eyes, she looked down at his words because she couldn’t agree. She was coming and going all the time these days and she felt less like herself every day.

Jaden wiped a few more of Cymone’s tears before he leaned down, gently taking her slides off of her feet. He held them in one hand as he pulled her up with the other. “C’mon,” he whispered softly as he led her over to the beach. “Let’s just walk it off,” he told her lovingly, holding her hand swinging their hands between them as he guided her.

Cymone looked up at Jaden as he removed her sandals from her feet, she stood up with his help and gripped his hand. She licked her lips gently looking over at him she said, “I don’t deserve you,” she told him as she leaned into his body closing her eyes as they walked. “I never have, never will,” she said as she wiped another tear.

Jaden smiled softly and he released her hand to wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side as they moved across the sand as the sunset. “Shh,” he whispered, rubbing her side gently.

Cymone looked at him and she licked her lips again nodding her head at him as he wrapped her up in his arms.

#thread #thread: sunset dramatics #thread with: cymone beverly

[ferryboatpeak]

lol i can’t tell if this is a request or an exclamation about what a terrible idea this file name is, but here you go all the same.

the backstory: as someone who enjoys ethically sourced lourry (and uh also the occasion larry blood diamond), i was going to see if i could write a responsible lourry fic. the answer, it turned out, was that i could not. or at least i could not write this particular lourry fic without getting into some larry tropes that are profoundly distasteful to me.

i want the record to show that if this was 2012, this could have been a great fic. i really liked the way everybody slotted into the sytycd universe, and it had a very solid plot, and i wanted the image of louis tomlinson dribbling a soccer ball down the middle of a vegas hotel ballroom floor filled with dancers stretching out. oh well. below is the first bit, which is mostly unrequited zarry. don’t blink or you’ll miss the haylor. i have restrained myself from editing anything, even to fill in gaps or fix things that are now very embarrassing.

Zayn manages to snooze his alarm three times before Harry takes charge.

“Zayn?” The knocking starts out gently, just the back of Harry’s knuckles against the cheap hollow bedroom door. Zayn tucks his knees up and nuzzles the side of his face more decisively into his pillow. “Zayn, I can tell your light’s not on, you’re not even up.”

The knocking intensifies. “Zayn, I’m coming in.”

Zayn rolls onto his stomach and wraps his arms around his pillow as the door creaks open. Harry shakes him by his bare shoulder. “C’mon, get up.”

Zayn makes a pitiful noise intended to emphasize how dark it is outside. He knows he’s going to get up, they’ve worked too hard for him not to, but he’d still like to be convinced. Especially because being convinced means Harry wrapping his arms around him and trying to pull him out of bed.

Zayn puts up token resistance and Harry deposits him on the floor. “I know you’re gonna spend forty-five minutes on your hair before we can leave, so get after it.”

The floor is cold, and Harry’s not wrong about Zayn’s priorities. Zayn casually flips him off and slouches into the bathroom.

Not quite 45 minutes later, Zayn descends the stairs through the dark common room toward the light coming from the kitchen. Harry hands him a piece of peanut butter toast and a paper towel. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“No smoothies today?” Harry’s generous with his morning smoothie ritual, whenever anyone else in the house is awake and in the kitchen for it, which is mostly never. Zayn thought today might be his day. If any day warrants a smoothie, this is it.

“Not gonna run the blender at this hour,” Harry says, and it feels right even though the blender never wakes anybody up anymore. The house is quiet in a whole different way this morning. Three o’clock’s different when you wake up to it than when you fall asleep to it. Even the chirp of the locks on Harry’s battered Honda seems unusually loud on their silent street.

They’re on the freeway in record time, barely a red light in their way. Zayn considers going back to sleep, but looks over at Harry instead.

It ought to feel strange, doing this with Harry instead of anyone else in the crew. Zayn’s been dancing with everyone else for far longer, a couple of them ever since they were kids taking their first hip-hop lessons together. Others are dancers they met through the competition circuit as teenagers, or in college, or when someone’s LA orbit touched their own long enough to synch up.

Not Harry. A year and a half ago, Harry had been nothing but a new roommate. Their rundown house doesn’t have any advantages besides its large, high-ceilinged common room, but for the crew, that’s everything. For four years, Zayn’s led the constant hustle to make rent, cramming seven rent-paying bodies into five bedrooms. The crew’s big enough that there always seems to be someone ready and waiting to move in whenever a spot opens up. But Jaden moved out to live with his girlfriend right when everybody else in the crew happened to be settled elsewhere. So they’d posted on craigslist and hoped for the best.

When Harry came to check out the room, he’d tripped on the stair with the loose piece of carpet. Zayn caught him by the arm and hauled him upstairs, where Harry blinked slowly at the small dim available bedroom. In the kitchen, Harry stood with one hand on his elbow and the other on his chin, inspecting the scuffed countertops and beat-up electric range.

Zayn, meanwhile, inspected Harry, and decided he’d quite like to have Harry’s broad shoulders and cryptic tattoos and messy curls in the bedroom down the hall.

Zayn warned him that the house was a gathering place as much as a residence, that it would feel like more than six roommates most of the time, that he’d have to put up with late-night practices and arguing about choreography and the same song playing over and over so that the crew could perfect a routine.

Harry’d just smiled slow and easy and said, “Sounds like fun.” He’d moved in the next day.

Turned out it wasn’t strange at all to have a roommate who wasn’t part of the crew. Somehow, Harry made himself fit. After a few days of walking through their practices on his way to his room, Harry’d sat down on the stairs and draped his orangutan arms over the railing while he watched them. The next day he asked about a trick, and somebody taught him a move or two. A month later he tagged along for a Saturday of busking and appointed himself the hype man. Somewhere along the way he picked up enough choreography to weave himself into the fabric of the crew.

His integration was helped along by his status as good luck charm. Since he’s been around, the crew gets more money in the hat, more prominent gigs, more hits on their YouTube channel. Harry was the one a producer approached after they performed at a festival last summer, slipping him a business card and giving him an LA smile under blunt blonde bangs and cat eyes. Harry’d assumed she was flirting when she told him about So You Think You Can Dance, but when he emailed the address on the card, she ignored his suggestion about getting a drink and sent back a PDF of audition information. Told him to share it with the rest of the crew.

Harry had texted him. do u know so you thnk you can dance?

yeah so? Zayn had watched the show for years, partly for choreography ideas and partly just because.

what is it

dance show. ?

Harry didn’t answer, but Zayn came home from work that evening to find him curled up on the couch with his laptop, bony feet tucked underneath him. “Heyyyy,” Harry smiled at him, tugging his headphones down. “So I’m watching some So You Think You Can Dance stuff.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Zayn dumped his bag in the corner and slid in next to Harry, pressing into Harry’s shoulder to see what was on the screen. It was a YouTube video of Twitch and Alex Wong. Zayn stayed pressed up next to Harry while the red line along the bottom of the screen ran out the last 30 seconds of the routine, the music echoing faintly from the headphones resting around Harry’s neck. “That one’s a classic. Have you watched Twitch and Cyrus yet?”

Zayn took over the laptop then, and only after a few more greatest hits did he remember to ask about Harry’s sudden interest in the show.

“I think we should try out.” Which was a ridiculous thing to hear from someone who’d been dancing for all of a year, and watching the show for all of twenty minutes. But Harry goes for what he wants, up-front and unashamed about it. Zayn prefers to approach things from the side, like prey, expecting them to run away if they notice he’s interested.

“We who?” Zayn had thought about auditioning over the years, but never cared enough to follow through. It never felt like such a longshot was a good enough reason to get out of bed that early.

“You and me.” Then Harry explained about the email from the producer. “So do you want to?”

Zayn demanded to see the email, and Harry pulled it up on his phone. It was short, professional, and came from a fox.com email address. Everything about it, including the signature block, looked legitimate. Zayn felt a flutter of possibility. It was the closest anyone in the crew had ever come to somethinng official, something big. Figures that it’d come to Harry.

Then he scrolled down to Harry’s come-on, and laughed. “You hit on her, and she asked you to audition?”

Harry shoved him. “Well, I didn’t know! Why would she come up to me for that? Everyone else was right there.”

“Harry, that means you should try out.” Zayn shoved him back. “We were all there, and she chose you. You have to be the one to do it.”

Harry’d set his jaw stubbornly. “I’m not doing it alone.”

“Jesy, then. You already partner her. We could come up with a routine for you.”

“No.” Harry shook his head, and then leaned toward Zayn, eyes locking on his with purpose, with intensity. “I want to do it with you.”

And that was it, that was all Harry had to say. They did a shot of vodka and filled out the audition paperwork, and the next day Zayn was on the phone to his old studio, bartering for a couple of sessions to fine-tune their choreography and clean up some of Harry’s worst amateur habits.

Paul had laughed dubiously when Zayn explained, but after he saw Harry dance, Zayn could tell he got it. Whatever magic Harry has, the thing about him that grabs an audience and won’t let go, Paul saw it too. “You guys might just do this,” he told them after a couple of hours, and Zayn let himself start believing it too.

With Harry around, it seems like anything’s possible. As they slide into an easy parking space on the empty pre-dawn streets, Zayn can’t imagine being here with anybody else.

The queue is already starting to form, but they’re close to the front, behind a clutch of blonde teenage contemporary dancers who look like they’ve been mass-produced by a single Utah studio. They’re all in some variation of rolled sweatpants and shearling-lined boots. In less than fifteen minutes, Harry charms his way into a share of the plaid blanket that three of them have draped over their laps.

Zayn stays standing for a bit, watching as dancers filter toward the theater and join the queue. As the line increases, so does the nervous energy, and so does the number of black-clad producers. They patrol the line, squawking radios clipped to their waists and cameras trailing in their wake. Zayn feels inspected.

When the sun’s up and the line stretches to the end of the block, a producer approaches the front of the line. As she gets closer, Zayn recognizes her as the one who approached Harry at the festival last summer.

Harry pushes his hood back and smiles beatifically up at her, or maybe at the camera by her side. “Taylor! Hello!”

“Harry, glad you made it.” She extends her hand, and Harry clambers awkwardly to his feet to shake it, plaid blanket falling forgotten behind him.

Harry beckons Zayn closer. “This is Zayn, from the crew.”

Taylor gives him a mildly interested smile. “Are you and Harry auditioning together?”

Before he can answer, the Utah blondes are on their feet, edging their sharp elbows into the conversation. Harry introduces them all. Zayn marvels that he can even tell them apart, let alone that he’s learned all their names.

“You all up for dancing a little?” Taylor asks, and the blondes are expanding into a loose circle before she’s even finished her sentence, urging the next few layers of the line forward to join them.

It’s Zayn that Harry drags into the center of the circle with him, though, grinning at him bright as the sun and starting a clownish combination of moves that’s more of an inside joke than a proper routine. Zayn falls into step easily -- it’s always so easy to fall in step with Harry, easy as obeying gravity -- and it’s easy to smile right back at him too. He’s really here, he’s really doing this, and he’s doing it with Harry. Harry drapes an arm over him as they fade back into the circle, ceding the center to a blonde who kicks

The circle breaks up when the cameras swing away, following Taylor toward a dancer in a red tracksuit with an Adidas bag slung over his shoulder. He’s weapon-pretty, compact and dangerous, cheekbones and jawline like a set of throwing knives.

Zayn prefers beauty that’s approachable, arms to wrap around you and hair you can get tangled up in.

“Who’s that?” Harry asks, and Zayn’s heart sinks a little at the note of interest in his voice. Harry likes challenges, things that give up their secrets in response to his patient attention: complicated recipes, Scrabble tiles, breaking down a new piece of choreography. And when the whole world falls in love with you, nothing’s a bigger challenge than a rare person who seems like he won’t.

#hahahahahaha ohhhhhh my god #sytycyd lourry

[fierycosmos]

YGO GX: ChazzxReader - Tomorrow

You and Chazz Princeton had never been friends, but you could say you and him were longtime acquaintances. your family was quite wealthy like his and so your parents would run into each other every so often and so you don’t despise each other’s mere existence. It’s a tolerable existence. It started to waver though as you both joined Duel Academy. You didn’t share the same friends but at least you were in the same dorm so saw each other on more than one occasion. Speaking of the Obelisk dorm, you were visiting a friend on permission from the dean to study with him, but as you approach where you were told his room was, a door flew open and out stomped a familiar figure with the usual messy black hair. “Hey…” You stated a bit surprised as you recognized the rich boy. He shot up straight from his angry posture and whipped his head to face you before he turned around to face away from you again. “Oh it’s only you.” He sighed. “Charming as usual, Chazz.” He didn’t retort back like usual, you tended to enjoy the playful mocking dialogue you would exchange every so often. Something was definitely off. “Is, everything all right?” “Yeah, why wouldn’t be?” He tried to criticize but it came off as a weak attempt. “I’m Chazz Princeton…” “But you don’t sound like Chazz Princeton.” You noted offhandedly as you strolled closer to him and linked your arms behind your back. “Huh?” He started to turn more towards you but when that didn’t satisfy you, you huffed and grabbed one of his elbows. “C’mere.” You mutter as you turn him around to face you. He’s startled and it’s practically written on his forehead and you’re taken back by how out of character he’s acting and he freaks and turns his face away from you since he couldn’t move his body. “What?” He grumbled. “I’m sorry you’re upset.” You said, trying to sound soothing but he stiffened and pulled his elbow out of your gentle grip and turned to face you to yell at you.   “How did you—” “You’re not the most subtle person.” You stated with a slight smirk on your face as you cut him off but keep your tone soft and not mock him. He looked at your oddly when your faces goes blank and you approach him further. “Now blink.” He looks at you incredulously. “Just do it.” You push. And when he does his eyelashes that you never knew were so long and alluring became damp and you wiped it with your spare handkerchief you pulled from your pocket. He almost flinched at your touch and he stood rigid when you moved away. “There, no more worries.” “I must be really out of it to have even shown any fear.” He retorted sourly. “Sometimes it’s hard to be brave all the time.” You reasoned. “And you’re welcome.” He huffed as he wasn’t having any of the teasing antics as usual. You sigh and regain your calm mannerisms. “It’s okay to let go, relax and just let things flow.” “I can’t afford to do that.” He turned his head away. “Even Richy McRich has time to relax.” You nudge him, trying to lighten the mood slightly but he wasn’t having any of it. “I may not be for much longer.” He said dryly. “My brothers are threatening to cut me out of the family.” “They what?” You gaped, not expecting to hear that. “They don’t believe in me anymore. I’m unnecessary baggage.” He replied bitterly as he practically quoted his brother Jagger as his other older brother Slade looked down on him too. “Well you should know you’re obviously better than that.” You almost laughed at how obvious it was. “Why didn’t you tell them off like I expected you to have done?” “Because I didn’t see it coming.” He rushed to say almost sounding embarrassed and you tried to hide your smile as he was actually being cooperative instead of mean spirited as usual. “Don’t you usually not get along with your brothers?” You noted as you thought back to how Chazz always loved distancing himself from his whole family when at fancy dinner parties. “This time was different. They were serious, no more open-ended threats, it was real.” He admitted as his fists tightened into balls of fury. “Well they’re not the boss of you.” You grab his hand and you feel his arms stop shaking slightly and he looks at you with slightly wide eyes. “Show them what you’re made of! You’re Chazz Princeton, are you really going to let them get to you? That’s like accepting the fact they won.” You shook his arm a bit and then let of him to put your hands on your hips. “You have a chance here, to show them who you really are!” He noticed your face brightened suddenly as something dawned on you. “You have that duel coming up don’t you?” “Yeah, so? not like it’ll change anything.” He practically pouted and you shook his arm in a way to distract him from his sad thoughts. “Chazz Princeton’s not a quitter. You have to try your hardest and show them you’re no one to be reckoned with. Like they could duel to save their asses.” He blinked at you, his mouth slightly open and for a minute you thought you offended him and suddenly blushed at your rashness. “Sorry, I guess that was going too far.” Before you could apologize further, he began to laugh. “What’s so funny?” “Hearing you get fired up like that - it’s priceless!” He couldn’t stop laughing. “Well excuse me for trying to help!” You huffed, not liking that he was laughing at you so you slightly turn away from him with your arms crossed and your face heating up. His laughter dies down a bit and he gently tugs your elbow to face him again and you silently gasp at how genuine his smile is. It’s not cocky like usual or sinister like he is when around Jaden, this time it was soft and endearing almost. “You did help, more than you know.” He practically whispered. “You’re weird, weirder than usual.” You noted as you relaxed slightly and kept facing him but intertwining your fingers behind your back as nerves started spiraling through your stomach. “Time to get out of this funk and be an asshole again.” You felt the need to change the mood of the conversation, going back to a place that was more comfortable would help. “Hey I’m not always an asshole.” He pointed out. “Could’ve fooled me.” You smirk and he smirks back at you slightly but then his face changes slightly as he looks deep in thought and you let your hands fall to your side and you take a step closer to see if he’s all right. “Will you be there?” He asked quickly. You blink as you barely caught the question. “Be where?” You ask slowly. “Tomorrow - at my duel.” He elongated in slight annoyance. “Course, if you need the extra support that is.” You say softly as you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “No! I’m Chazz Princeton, I don’t need a fan club!” He scuffed but then his tone changed to something more encouraging. “I just wanted you to see how I’ll wipe the floor with the sap tomorrow.” “Now that sounds more like you, keep this up and you’ll be on the right track.” You smile at how his confidence was growing once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You spun on your toes, wanting to head back to your dorm to finish up some homework. “Hey…!” His call abruptly stopped you in place, you falter a bit but turn around. “Hm?” You mused. “Thanks, you know…” He scratched the back of his head, like not knowing how to properly thank someone and you smile at how silly he looks. “Sure.” You nod, also biting your lip to suppress the laughter. “Tomorrow.” “Tomorrow.” He says more to himself but you could hear him as you two were the only ones in the hallway and your heart kind of tightened at the softness in his voice. It was weird having this sort of relationship with him, not really being friends but sometimes him needing you, but at the same time, you couldn’t really picture it any other way…Well, you could technically but those thoughts you managed to push to the wee corners of your mind and let them stay there like always. Besides, Chazz Princeton is meant to be a bachelor type character for life, no tying him down. ~Tomorrow~ You smiled to yourself as you exited the dueling arena as people were cheering their heads off after watching the exciting duel that happened between Chazz and his opponent. It was intense but you knew deep down that Chazz was going to win. You could also tell that during the duel Chazz was slowly gaining more of his charm and confidence back and the school started to side with him again even after he left to join North Academy. She quickly made her way out of the arena and around the hall where she was trailing the said winner. You clear your throat to show him you were nearby and he stopped abruptly and soon you saw he was with his other Obelisk Blue friends. When he turns around and sees you see him make a shooing motion behind his back and his friends quickly and nervously scatter out of sight. You smile at the fact that he wanted to talk with you privately. “That was some duel.” You say after a beat when you peer over Chazz’s shoulder to make sure his friends were gone. He breathes your name and your heart tightens again like the day before but you continue to keep your cool and approach him. “I’m glad everything worked out.” You note as you’re almost toe-to-toe with Chazz now. “Wouldn’t have tried so hard if it weren’t for you.” He said as he looked at you sincerely and gave a small but noticeable smile that made you grin. “Aw, you’re just saying that.” You laugh and put a hand to your face as you feel it start to heat up but try to pass it off with a hair flip for jokes and you both laugh. There’s a beat and you’re just staring at the other not saying anything and inside you’re panicking as you think something’s wrong. “I do mean it.” He said as he never broke contact with you. “Well, thank you.” You bow your head a bit and smile despite your blush. “But you know…” He coos suddenly as you look up and see a smirk on his face. “Hm?” You dared to muse. “I was going to call my brothers and tell them off but I think it would be better to show I won the duel and show off my beautiful girlfriend.” He stated as he leaned against the wall with his arm slightly above your head and you gulp slightly at the mention of a girlfriend. You didn’t think he had one and suddenly you felt kind of down as your heart became very heavy. “Girlfriend?” You question as you look to the side, trying to not look disappointed. “You.” He whispered. You gasp and snap your head up towards him and stare into his dark gray eyes and feel your heart go from drowning to soaring high like a firework. “M-Me…you-you think I’m—” “Yes, you’re quite beautiful.” Chase smiled and tried to keep the laugh from escaping his lips at how obvious it was to him. You stare up at him for a moment to make sure he wasn’t just playing with you and then you see how kind his dark eyes were and you swoon a bit. “Wow…” You duck your head again as your face flames up but no matter what you can’t hide the goofy grin off your face. “So, what’d you say?” He asks with a smile as he tilts your chin up with a finger. “Wanna witness my brothers crap their pants?” You hold back a roar of laughter at how unromantic that statement was but you couldn’t keep a blush off your face no matter what. “Well if I get to have a handsome boyfriend…then why not?” You shrug as you try to sound not too excited but the smile on your face wasn’t fooling him and he suddenly blushed a bit and smiled as well. “Really?” He asked like he needed a reminder. “Really.” You smile and lean up to kiss him. He’s shocked a bit by how forward you were being suddenly since you were sometimes a subdued person but he didn’t hesitate to move from the wall and wrap his arms around you encouragingly and you wrapped your arms around his torso to get closer to him too. After a few moments of giving small pecks before separating for real, you look up at him and see him smiling as he leans back slightly from the embrace and looks up at the ceiling. “Wow, I’m really happy that worked out.” You laugh as you see him blush deepening as you kiss him on the cheek and snuggle into the embrace.        

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Shall We Begin

Part 25

Summary: As a SHIELD agent your work alongside the Avengers means you and Bucky start to get to know each other but then one day you are ordered to go under cover away from him. When the mission goes wrong, the Avengers are called in for a rescue.

Warnings: Reference to torture/violence/vague sexual references/references to blood/angst

A/N: Here it is, the penultimate part - just the epilogue to go and I promise it will be full of fluff! I’m almost sad to be finishing this. Thank you all so much for your love and support through this fic. I wish I could say how it makes me feel whenever I see your comments, likes and reblogs. For my first fic, this has really taken off and I couldn’t be more proud and simultaneously humbled. Y’all are awesome. I hope you enjoy it.

You didn’t recall getting back to the compound. After the gunshot, everything was a blur. You remembered shouting, someone heaving Bucky from you. There was even someone screaming, though that could have been you. 

Bruce, keenest scientific mind on the team - no offence to Tony, had used what medical knowledge he had to keep Bucky alive on the journey home. Coulson had called ahead and arranged medical assistance whilst Natasha piloted the first jet. 

Steve had bundled you into the second jet, restrained by Thor and Loki whilst he jumped in with Bucky. You were frantic, which was making you more of a hindrance than a help. 

Now here you stood, covered in the now dried blood of the man you love, staring at the door through which he had just been stretchered away. Your legs were lead and everything around you was a deafening hum. 

“Y/N!” Sam’s voice drew your attention as he shook you, finally pulling you into the present moment. “Y/N are you alright? Were you hurt?” You shook your head as you registered what he was asking. “Come on, let’s get you checked over anyway.”

He draped your arm over his shoulder and wrapped his own around your waist as he half walked-half carried you towards the med bay. You saw the doors leading to the operating theatre swing open as you approached and Steve  stepped out, the sound of voices and bleeping machines hitting your ears. His hands were as red as his eyes as he looked at you. You opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. 

Suddenly there was the sound of an alarm bleeping and two nurses rounded the corner at speed with a crash cart, disappearing into the room where Bucky lay. The sound of a single, continuous monitor tone reached your ears in the brief moment when the doors were open and your legs buckled. You were unconscious before you hit the floor, the last thing you recalled seeing were Steve’s hands, still covered in his blood, reaching out to catch you. 

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You blinked awake slowly, harsh fluorescent light stinging your eyes and making you groan. Your throat was dry and it felt like you had swallowed something large and whole which had become lodged partway down. 

With a groan, you tried to sit up, brain scrambling to piece together where you were and why. Without warning, it hit you and you gave out a strangled cry, darting upright so quickly that you almost fell off the bed. 

“Easy there doll, you'll hurt yourself.” The croak was quiet but every syllable sounded like the loudest, sweetest music. Your head snapped to the right as your eyes locked onto two orbs of the most beautiful blue you had ever seen. Bucky smiled weakly and your heart skipped.

“You’re...” you said, almost unable to form the right words. “I thought...”

“I’m here, love, I’m okay.” 

“Oh, thank god,” you sobbed as you launched yourself from the bed and flung yourself towards him. 

“Woah!” He half-laughed as he held up his flesh arm to protect himself, his metal arm having been removed temporarily during surgery. “I’m alive, but I’m still a wounded man.” That was when you saw the bandage around his abdomen and you broke down, tears running freely from your eyes as you struggled to regain a steady rhythm with your breathing. 

“I’m so sorry,” you hiccoughed around your tears. “You were trying to save me. That was meant for me and you saved me. You could have died.”

“Technically I did...”he said, instantly regretting it as you launched into a fresh round of wailing sobs. “Hey, hey, come on now doll.” He made his voice as soothing as a post-op dehydrated grumble can be and reached out for you. Without a word, you clambered onto the bed beside him, careful to avoid touching the bandaged area, resting your head in the crook of his scarred shoulder. After a minute you managed to get your tears under control. 

“I nearly lost you. You took a bullet for me, but I’m the one acting up about it,” you said eventually, admonishing yourself, your voice thick with emotion.

“And I’d do it again, no hesitation.” The seriousness of his tone caught your attention and you propped yourself up on your elbow to look at him. He had never looked so sincere and you swallowed hard at the intense look in his eyes. 

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” you said. “Not after...” He shook his head, cutting you off. 

“That wasn’t your fault. I know that now. I over-reacted at the time and didn’t give you chance to explain. For that, I can’t apologise enough.”

“You don’t need to, you never need to apologise, not to me. I should have known, I should have been able to tell sooner.”

“Hey,” Bucky gave a half-shrug, wincing slightly at the pain the movement caused him, “he’s one heck of a trickster.”

“Well,” you said, smiling briefly. “He is the god of mischief.”

“Yeah well, he ain’t my god doll, so there’s no way he’s taking you away from me.” 

“Never.” It was your turn to be deadly serious. “If this whole thing has taught me anything, it’s how much I can’t do without you. I don’t know what would have happened today if you weren’t there. Even if you did break protocol and go rogue to help me.”

“You’re welcome,” he said with a wink. Gingerly, he reached up with his one arm and cupped your chin, running his thumb across your damp cheek. “I love you so much,” he whispered. You slithered a little up the bed, careful not to jolt him. Then, leaning forward you turned his head towards you and captured his lips in the sweetest, yet most passionate kiss you could muster. 

“I love you too,” you breathed against his lips.

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Bucky stayed in recovery for over a week, the bed next to him being kept there for your use so that you could stay with him - something that apparently Steve had insisted on, and something that you thanked him for profusely the first time he came to visit. 

Day by day Bucky regained his strength, his dose of the super soldier serum playing its part in his accelerated healing. Eventually he was strong enough to have the weight of his arm back on again, then to leave the med bay for short walks, and finally to return back to the residential quarters in the main compound. 

Whilst he was recovering, Tony and Steve had worked together to move both of your things into a larger room and he was able to integrate back into normal life. Doctor Palmer advised that training should wait until he was fully recovered, but that didn’t stop him from coming along to watch and encourage you. 

Loki had been in to visit during his recovery and whilst it was tense at first, Bucky had offered his hand for Loki to shake, thanking him for his part in getting you out from under Lukin’s control. Conversation had flown easily after a while and the three of you seemed to get on well, much to Steve’s concern. You pointed out that all three of you had been brain-washed at some point or other and after Bucky’s lame joke of you being the brain-wash trust, the nickname stuck - especially once Tony got wind of it. 

A movie night was organised for when Bucky was finally given the all clear and he got to choose the film.

“It has to be Karate Kid,” he said when you and Steve brought the idea to him. 

“But you’ve already seen that one...” Steve pointed out, arching an eyebrow. Bucky looked over at you. 

“Yeah, I saw it after one life-changing moment, only fair I watch it again after another.” You and Steve looked at each other with matching quizzical expressions before the blonde man shook his head. 

“Sure Buck, it’s your night. I’ll go tell the others and we’ll set it up. See you down there.” With that he left and you turned to Bucky.

“You do know they remade it, right? Fairly recently, with Jackie Chan and Jaden Smith.” Bucky’s blank look made you chuckle. “Remind me to introduce you to the Smith family. Fresh Prince of Bel Air, you’re gonna love it.” You turned to leave but paused as you felt Bucky’s hand on your arm. You spun back round to him, your smile faltering as you saw the serious look on his face. 

“Buck, honey, are you okay?” you asked, concern seeping like cold ice into your bones. Without a word, he reached past you and shut the door to your room. Then, hand still on your arm, he steered you over to the bed and sat down, pulling you down next to him.

“You know,” he said after a moment, his voice so low you had to strain to hear him, even with the air of the serum. “I’ve been through so many things, done so many things, but I can count on one hand the amount of times I’ve been truly scared.”

“Pun intended?” you said, trying to diffuse the sudden tension with humour, but he didn’t seem to hear you.

“The first was when I fell from that train, the second when I woke up in Zola’s lab. The next was when Hydra got you the first time, then when I saw Loki handing you over to Lukin. And then there’s right now.” He looked up at you and you could see the fear in his eyes. You reached out and took his hands in yours.

“What’s wrong Buck?” you asked, your own fear starting to build. “Why are you scared? What’s happening?” He sat in silence for a moment, then stood and paced as a thousand scenarios flitted rapidly through your mind. He came to a brief stop in front of you, looked as though he was about to say something, then started to pace again. You waited patiently, knowing that words didn’t come as easy to him as they may have done before the War. 

“This isn’t how I should be doing this,” he said eventually. sighing deeply as he raked his flesh hand over his face. “You deserve better. Wine, candles, a nice dinner. More than...” he gestured wildly to the room around you, “more than this.”

“Bucky,” you said, finally becoming a little exasperated. “What on earth are you going on about?” 

“Marry me,” he blurted out. Immediately he clamped his mouth shut, as though horrified at the words that had just left it. You sat, stunned, simply blinking at him for a moment as the words sunk in.

“Did you just...?” You couldn’t formulate the question properly. it seemed so bizarre. After a second you burst out laughing, the tension resolving itself to hysteria with you. Bucky looked confused, then offended, then he too started laughing. 

Eventually the laughter died down and the seriousness returned as you looked at each other, but it had been enough to give him confidence. Taking two strides towards you, Bucky grabbed your hands in his and dropped to his knee before you, wincing slightly at the residual pain from his now almost completely healed wound. 

“Y/N, I don’t honestly know how long I’ve been in love with you for. Sometimes it seems only days, others like it’s been my whole life. The only thing I know for sure is that I don’t want to take another breath without you being mine completely, body and soul. I know I’m old-fashioned and I know that marriage may not be exactly high on your list of priorities, but I can’t think of anything I want more in this whole world. You have made me a better man and I promise that if you say yes, I will spend every day of however long our lives now are showing you exactly what you mean to me.” He looked down, looking slightly sheepish. “Now, I know I’m not perfect but if you’ll take me, incomplete as I am, then I’ll be yours completely.” He trailed off, waiting for your answer, but none came. Tensing slightly, he chanced a look up at your face and his heart stopped. 

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you looked at him, biting your lips together over the top of your teeth to hold back the sobs that threatened to spill forth from them. Slowly, you nodded, becoming more emphatic with the movement as his face lit up.

“Yes,” you choked, your throat feeling like it was closing in on itself. “A hundred, thousand times over, yes!” You launched yourself forward onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and planting salt-tinged kisses all over his face. 

“Oh thank God,” he breathed, pulling you into a tight embrace and burying his face in your hair. “You had me worried for a second there, doll.”

“As if I could ever refuse you!” you said with a laugh.

“Good thing too,” he admitted as the two of you finally pulled away from each other. “I don’t know how I would have broken it to your mother. I swear, she was so excited when I asked for her permission that you’d think I was asking her to marry me instead.” You threw back your head and laughed. 

“She’s just happy I’ve found somebody mad enough to take me.” You sighed deeply and looked into the eyes of your now fiancé. “Mrs Y/N Barnes... how grown-up that sounds!”

“Well, you are technically engaged to centenarian now...” he pointed out.

“Ewww,” you said, pretending to be grossed out and batting his hand away. “That’s gross. I take it back!”

“Nuh uh,” Bucky said, standing and pulling you up with him and into his arms. “You said yes, that’s for life now, doll.”

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you said as you kissed him.

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proshipping either 20 or 42

#42: a kiss out of pride 

Aster Phoenix had never been bothered by rumors. As a professional duelist he had to contend with the tabloids and paparazzi, with people digging their way into his life, making something out of nothing and dissecting the most mundane aspects of his life. First on the chopping block was the nature of his relationship with Sartorius, second his sexuality–being outed at the age of sixteen and having to stand in front of a crowd, announcing his bisexuality like it was some sort of crime–none of that bothered him more than an inconvenience, like a bug on the windshield. The third, and latest, attempt for some fresh-out-of-college journalism major to get their fifteen minutes concerned Zane Truesdale. 

It had been two and a half years since Zane had reinvented himself, started wearing all black and practicing winged eyeliner in the mirror until it made professional makeup artists jealous. Aster, though he had lost count of the times he’d teased Zane about how much time he spent with his nose a half inch from the mirror or filing down his glue-on nails, he was usually the one noticing when his boyfriend’s favorite eyeliner was running low or accompanying him and Alexis to Sephora to swatch eyeshadows. The headlines at the time were all wondering how Duel Academy’s golden boy had traded in his school uniform for smoky eyes and black lipstick, and since they were dating, Aster found himself having to tell fully grown adults to make their own lives more exciting so they wouldn’t get so excited over a wardrobe change. 

At first, Aster thought that was the end of it. He wore his suits and Zane wore his faux leather, dueling all over the world, the gossip limited to praising them as a power couple, often in magazine spreads next to Bastion and Jaden or Alexis and Chazz. 

Three months later, Aster found himself with a very worried Sartorius at his door, his manager brandishing a magazine in his face. A real magazine, not one of those sources of ill-repute read by people looking for a good laugh or shown to undergrads as an example of how not to be a journalist. It was an expose–on Zane and his ties to illegal gambling and organized crime, plus a nasty dig at his sexual proclivities, an unnamed “doctor” in the article confirming that the scars on Zane’s neck and wrists were electrical burns, self-inflicted. 

Now, Zane had a bit of a checkered past, dragged down by Mr. Shroud–if Aster found out his actual name he was going to have several words with him for getting Zane into that in the first place. It was true that Zane had dueled in unofficial leagues, but it wasn’t illegal to bet on duels. If it were, there would be a lot of people in trouble, Aster included–he’d lost enough money to Jaden Yuki in college to get a life sentence. 

“Fuck,” Zane had grumbled, placing his coffee cup heavily on the table, tapping his black fingernails against the ceramic. A sigh, a roll of his eyes. “If it was tied to crime, I didn’t know about it. Shroud was tight-lipped and I didn’t ask,” 

“They checked your background when you got back into the major leagues, correct?” Sartorius asked, calm, but Aster had known him too long not to see that he was about to start picking at his split ends. 

“I assume so,” Zane answered. “If the police come banging down the door and accusing me of being in the mob, then just let them in.” 

“Look at you Zaney, a real stand-up guy,” Aster snorted. 

“Shut it, kid,” Zane sipped his coffee, pushing away the magazine like it was contagious. “Let them talk–it’s cute to think they can get under my skin.” 

That was a week ago, and Aster had mostly forgotten about it. The story hadn’t gained any traction, and Aster wasn’t about to pry into his boyfriend’s past–Zane said everything was above board, even if only by a hair, and he believed him. 

It had bothered Zane much more than he’d let on. The older man had been hyperfixated on covering his wrists and neck, checking in every reflective surface to see if the scars were visible, driving five miles below the speed limit even though Aster knew him to absolutely hate people that did that, avoiding the appearance of illegality. Zane hadn’t put on his signature eyeliner for the past two days, and not even Aster’s teasing about how he needed the spider lashes and foundation to cover up his aging skin got no more than an exasperated huff. 

“Hey, kid–we have to leave soon,” 

Aster looked up from his book and slurped on his smoothie loudly. It was a Friday afternoon, and he was rather enjoying having a tournament-free weekend. “For what, old man?” 

“Gala. Tonight. Sartorius put in on the calendar–you probably didn’t even check it, you irresponsible little shit,” 

“Huh, it’s alright. I don’t have to fill in my wrinkles,” Aster’s nose was back in his book, and he smiled at Zane’s retreating back. 

Zane had finally put his makeup back on. Aster could breathe easy now. 

Arriving at the function an hour later, Zane berating him on how boring his suit was compared to his own outfit the entire ride over, Aster found out how wrong he was. 

“Dammit, Alexis was supposed to be here already,” Zane grumbled as they walked in. His leather and silver jewelry and purple lipstick (Zane didn’t normally wear that color but Aster liked it, not that he would tell his boyfriend of course). “We were going to play a drinking game the whole night.” 

“What am I not good enough for your drinking game, grandpa?” Aster teased. 

“Kid, you get sick from the carbonation in beer. I don’t want to drink with you,” Zane responded. He looked over Aster’s head, eyes fixating on something behind him. “You’ve got company, get ready.” 

“Mr. Phoenix, how lovely to see you,” 

Aster heard Zane’s platform boots clicking as he walked away. Aggravated at being accosted, he schooled his face into a pleasant, neutral expression and turned around. “Good evening.” He couldn’t remember this one’s name. They all blended together. 

The man smiled, offering a flute glass full of champagne to him. Aster accepted it gingerly. 

“I see you brought your partner with you,” he said. 

Aster took a sip of the alcohol, knowing he’d need it if he had any idea where this was going. “He was invited, I didn’t need to bring him. Might I remind you he’s one of the top-ranked duelists in the world?” 

The man chuckled, his eyes crinkling. Aster almost felt bad for comparing Zane to an old man given how this actual old man was giving him the heebie-jeebies. “I remember, of course–he’s quite an excellent duelist. Though I must ask, if you’ll allow me, how a man of your caliber would allow himself to associate with someone with organized crime ties,” 

Aster Phoenix had never been bothered by rumors. Until now. 

Draining the flute glass, Aster offered it back to the man, who looked confused, but took it anyway. Aster would’ve dropped it on the ground, let it break for the entire ballroom to hear. 

“Excuse me,” he hissed, turning on his heel, locating his boyfriend a few yards away. He recognized Jaden’s two-toned hair, an arm, Bastion’s, surely, around his shoulders. 

“And then–” Jaden was waving his arm, his drink dangerously close to sloshing out of his cup. 

Aster felt something wet on his elbow as he knocked Jaden out of the way to get to Zane–an expletive confirming that he’d indeed knocked Jaden’s drink out of his hand. Zane–giraffe legged fucker–looked down, surprised, as Aster yanked him down by the lapels of his trenchcoat, forcing their lips together in the middle of the ballroom. 

His hand left Zane’s coat to grab his hair, stiff with spray to keep it perfect–Zane would certainly be angry he’d dared to mess it up, but he’d deal with that in a moment. As he stood on the balls of his feet, he thought of how nothing, short of Zane outright murdering someone (and even then, depending on who it was, Aster might just help hide the body), could change the way Aster felt. He–oh god, this was mushy and gross and he knew Zane would laugh at him if he said it out loud–loved Zane, loved his image, his incessant teasing, the way he’d be up with Alexis at two in the morning painting each other’s faces, how he treated Jaden like a second little brother when Aster knew he was nothing but a nuisance. 

And he wasn’t ashamed. There was no way, no chance that some stupid, good-for-nothing actual old man was going to shame him into feeling like Zane was beneath him. Aster felt Zane’s hand on the small of his back as he pressed into the kiss, and he hoped that someone would take a goddamn picture and plaster it on every billboard and magazine cover and that every talk show host would analyze every pixel to live vicariously through the two of them. 

Pulling away, Aster landed back on his heels, looking up at his boyfriend. “You have lipstick on your chin.” 

“You have it on your nose. All over your face, actually,” Zane huffed, his skin a shade darker despite the artificial blush already on his face. “Go clean it off.” 

“Hmm, I don’t think I will,” Aster said. “I think purple suits me.” 

He heard Jaden teasing him, but Aster wasn’t hearing it. He locked eyes with the old man that had opened his mouth and spewed his unwarranted opinion all over the place. 

Aster found himself standing in front of the man, plucking the empty champagne glass out of his fingers, reveling in the shocked expression on his face. 

“Thanks for holding that, buddy. I think I’ll go get a refill.” 

#seacliff #asks #proshipping #ygogx #aster #zane #i had so much fun with this i love these two #ive never written proshipping before so i hope i do them justice #send me more yall!! #i love doing these

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British & Irish Lions: What the pundits said

Each match from the Lions tour of South Africa is exclusively live on Sky; fans who don't have Sky will be able to catch all the action via streaming service NOW, which offers day/monthly passes; read the thoughts of Ronan O'Gara, Sir Ian McGeechan, Sam Warburton and Maggie Alphonsi

By Sky Sports Rugby Union Last Updated: 10/07/21 10:07pm

Tadhg Beirne again proved a standout in the six jersey for the Lions as they romped to a 71-31 win over the Sharks on Saturday The British and Irish Lions made it three wins from three in South Africa on Saturday, as they routed the 14-man Sharks 71-31 in Johannesburg. In all, Warren Gatland's men put 11 tries past the Sharks, with scrum-half Jaden Hendrikse's red card for elbowing Liam Williams on the ground in the head playing a huge part.Centre Chris Harris, hooker Jamie George (two), wing Duhan van der Merwe, flanker Tadhg Beirne (two), No 8 Jack Conan, centre Elliot Daly, wing Anthony Watson (two) and replacement flanker Tom Curry all ended up on the scoresheet, while Dan Biggar added eight conversions.

5:18 Highlights from the Cell C Sharks against the British & Irish Lions in the third match of the tour of South Africa Highlights from the Cell C Sharks against the British & Irish Lions in the third match of the tour of South Africa Below is a look at what Sky Sports' team of pundits made of things...Sam Warburton on looming Test selection and who stood out"This Saturday now is normally the first time you try to align your Test team subtly," Warburton told the Sky Sports Rugby studio."I think Anthony Watson came in and proved to everybody what he was all about. Duhan van der Merwe backed up what he's been doing all along.

Anthony Watson showed what he can do on the wing vs the Sharks, said Sam Warburton "Tadhg Beirne carried really well. I think there are now some guys, even though you never know, who can be very confident, and they will know that at the back of their minds."But at the same time, you don't want to lose track."A lot of the Sharks tries came from Lions mistakes, so they'll know they can cut that out, and it's good to have those learnings now and not in two weeks' time.

2:40 Warren Gatland says his Lions players responded well after a challenging first half against the Sharks Warren Gatland says his Lions players responded well after a challenging first half against the Sharks "The Lions will pick a team for the first Test, and there will almost certainly be an adjustment going into Test two."In 2017, Johnny Sexton was on the bench for the first Test and they brought both Sexton and Owen Farrell in for Test two, so there is more than one combination that can work."Neither myself, Sexton or Maro Itoje were involved in the first Test in 2017, and then we were for the second and third Tests, so players shouldn't get disheartened if they aren't in the first Test because they can still have pivotal roles in the weeks to come after.

Sir Ian McGeechan's Lions XV to face Boks in first Test After the British and Irish Lions' 71-31 win over the Sharks on Saturday, Sir Ian McGeechan shared his starting Test XV to face Springboks "I think hooker is a toss of a coin at the minute, at No 7 Tom Curry needs another start before you can definitively say who will play there, and I still think Bundee Aki could work at 12, as could Dan Biggar and Farrell as a 10/12."12, hooker and No 7 are up for grabs, but the rest of it is starting to take shape."

1:56 Captain Jamie George says his Lions team can learn a lot from their hard-fought victory over the Sharks Captain Jamie George says his Lions team can learn a lot from their hard-fought victory over the Sharks O'Gara disappointed with Biggar vs Sharks | "Who to play at 13 is the missing piece of the jigsaw""I would base my Test team around Conor Murray and Owen Farrell. I was disappointed with Dan Biggar," Ronan O'Gara said."I thought he kicked the ball away unnecessarily twice, and it's his capacity to see space. I think Farrell sees the space better."To back up that argument, when Biggar passes inside to Anthony Watson late on, there's 50 or 60 metres of space with no defenders on the left-hand side. But that's being very harsh.

Dan Biggar's performance at 10 disappointed Ronan O'Gara "It's a real position of strength is the No 10, and there's debate around No 12 and No 13 with probably a big meeting needed there."I think the big challenge at the minute is who to pick at 13. I don't see a striking candidate."Robbie Henshaw probably would have been favoured until he got a hamstring injury, which creates a cloud over him."And in the back of my mind, when he plays in the centre with Garry Ringrose for Ireland, Ringrose plays at 13."I like the combination of Bundee Aki at 12 and Henshaw at 13, but there are so many options with the quality of players they have on this tour.

Robbie Henshaw's hamstring injury has made 13 a problem position to fix "For me, it's the big, missing piece of the jigsaw at the minute, because the way teams defend at the moment, the 13 and openside winger are just as important as your half-backs, because if you play 13 in the front-line, it takes a smart, intelligent winger to cut out what the opposition attack are doing."Going back five years and before that, the winger stayed in the back-field a lot. Nowadays, the winger is so important because he has to be brave, and his eyes and ears are his 13."You wouldn't want to be doing that for the first time at that level . So that's why I think you need to look at combinations."

Watch every Lions tour match live, only on Sky Sports Get Sky Sports today from just £18 extra a month Alphonsi: Anthony Watson and Tadhg Beirne impressed"Anthony Watson definitely stood out. We said that all the wingers had really stepped up and he was one who still had to show what he's capable of doing," said Maggie Alphonsi."He had a good Six Nations, even though England didn't, so it doesn't surprise me that he is starting to perform. He put his hand up."Talking about the No 6 position, I think Tadhg Beirne is one who would be the Test No 6 because of what he does.

Beirne really impressed Maggie Alphonsi, as well as Warburton and Sir Ian McGeechan "He is a big-statured player who could really front up in front of South Africa, and he scored two tries today. The way he scored them was really impressive."He's strong and can get over the gain-line, which is really key. He spots gaps and the space behind a breakdown, and it is really impressive."He's also starting to show that he can play like a No 7: a back-row who's got hands, pace, and scores smart tries in space."McGeechan on players handling Test match omissions"I think you've got to confront it," Sir Ian McGeechan said. "We did in 1997 and again in 2009, saying: 'Look, down the line, the first Test team will be announced, if you're not in it, what do we need the reaction to be like? What is the way we keep everything in place?'"And that challenges the environment. It either grows it or it starts to split it. You have to confront it, and week five for me is when any issues will come out.

McGeechan says management must confront the fact players will deal with Test omissions in different ways "You nip everything in the bud all the way along, but you present week five and say: 'This is the challenge.' "If there's niggles or injuries or things not going well, if something is going to spill over, it tends to be week five, because people put up with it for three or four weeks."If there's going to be arguments or fights in training, it will be that week." Read the full article

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Stars Who Make The Purple Carpet A Household Affair

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Stars Who Make The Purple Carpet A Household Affair

Making it to the crimson carpet is one thing many entertainers fantasize about since their childhoods. Whenever you make it large, you get to stroll down that carpet in your freshest outfit. Wanting gorgeous as you’re captured by a whole lot of cameras have to be an amazing feeling. What’s even higher is with the ability to share that incredible expertise with these you’re keen on. These stars’ households might or might not have been in that TV present, film, or tune however they for certain have been with them of their second of glory. Let’s have a look and see which A-listers made the crimson carpet a household affair.

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We didn’t assume it was potential, however heartthrob Ryan Gosling gave his followers much more of a purpose to go loopy for him. Not solely is he one in all Hollywood’s most coveted actors however he’s a household man too. There have been many situations the place Gosling has introduced his sister together with him to the crimson carpet. His mother, too.

He introduced alongside his older sister Mandi Gosling to the 2017 Academy Awards and he or she turned a favourite amongst Twitter customers. He has nothing however love for his older sister, saying, “my sister was my finest good friend and my hero rising up.”

In the event you take heed to Drake’s music then you’re already conscious of how a lot he loves his mother. She incessantly reveals up in his Instagram posts and different locations he takes her alongside to. However for the 2017 Billboard Awards the place Drake gained a report quantity of awards, he determined to convey his dad alongside.

Dennis Graham wasn’t part of Drake’s life that a lot when he was rising up however now that Drake has discovered this unreal stardom, Dennis is again in his son’s life. The Toronto-born celeb has come to phrases with this and could be very near him now. So shut, that he even let him put on that purple swimsuit on stage with him.

Whats a Marvel film with out Captain America’s personal Chris Evans? And if it weren’t for his stunning mom Lisa Evans, there wouldn’t be an ideal match for the First Avenger. Evans has taken his relations together with him to award reveals and film premiers a few occasions.

He introduced his sister to the 2016 Oscars and his mom to the premiere of Captain America: The Winter Soldier in March of 2014. Everybody loves a soldier however a household man takes you that a lot additional.

Nonetheless to come back, The Rock, a former wizard, and an all-time nice let the household style the crimson carpet.

Perhaps Taylor Swift ought to have had her brother along with her when Kanye West stole the mic from her. Maybe he would have gone on stage and helped save her sister from humiliation. In any regards, she has introduced alongside Austin Swift to many occasions such because the 2014 Golden Globes.

“I’ve my girlfriends and we discuss all the pieces. However one one that I am going to for recommendation, who’s a man, is my brother,” mentioned Taylor Swift. “He provides me actually simple recommendation.” It seems like he could be the plain member of the family to have come alongside.

You’ll be able to relaxation assured that Dwayne The Rock Johnson has lots alternatives to stroll the crimson carpet. The person is in a few minimal of three new films a 12 months. So you’ll be able to think about that he brings company together with him to premiers on a regular basis. As you see above, he took his daughter to the Moana premier.

She is one younger woman guys ought to avoid, regardless of how dashing she appears in her dazzling outfits. Her dad may revert to his outdated methods and provides a wholesome dose of “the Folks’s Elbow.”

How lovable is Katy Perry? She’s already an enormous sensation and along with her bringing alongside her grandma to quite a lot of these particular occasions simply makes her that a lot particular. We’re certain Ann Hudson appreciates her grandchild for taking her to those locations most individuals can solely see on TV.

In 2011, Perry mentioned, If I don’t go dwelling with any Grammys, I nonetheless go dwelling with my Grammy.” Go seize a Kleenex as a result of we are able to see you getting teary-eyed over how cute that’s.

This subsequent artist shut down Tremendous Bowl 52

Justin Timberlake bounced again from his first Tremendous Bowl debacle in a giant manner throughout the Tremendous Bowl 52 halftime present. There was no nudity, solely sharp dance strikes and crowd management like no different. He even gave an unsuspecting child a selfie he won’t ever delete from his cloud.

When Timberlake isn’t blazing phases, you may catch him at award reveals. For example, he took his mom Lynn Harless to the 2011 Academy Awards (pictured above). The singer can also be a distinguished actor who occurs to be married to the stunning Jessica Biel. So when he isn’t along with her, why not convey mother?

The legendary Los Angeles Laker isn’t caught out at occasions that always. Particularly throughout his taking part in days. However now that he’s retired, The Black Mamba has some spare time on his palms. Kobe Bryant is venturing out to investing and storytelling nowadays and was nominated for an Oscar early 2018.

Don’t anticipate him to convey any former teammates with him to the Oscars. You’ll be able to wager he’ll be bringing his beautiful spouse, Vanessa Bryant. And on some events, you’ll be able to spot him on the crimson carpet with the entire household. He mentioned it takes an actual man to make a boy however “it takes a king to make a princess.” He has three daughters!

We didn’t assume it was potential for Scarlett Johansson to get any extra beautiful. She faucets the help of her twin brother, Hunter Johansson, to come back alongside along with her on crimson carpets. When the 2 are collectively, they each achieve a lift in appears. As a result of who needs their sibling to look higher than them at a giant occasion?

Listed below are the 2 on the Golden Globes again in 2005. It’s nearly like Johansson will get higher with time like a high quality wine. However have been you in a position to inform that these two have been twins? It’s powerful at first however you’ll be able to see it.

This household of 5 is just about Hollywood royalty. Will Smith and Jada Pinkett have raised some fairly attention-grabbing and nice children. Willow, Jaden, and Trey Smith are all musicians. Jaden can also be an actor (as is Willow, however Jaden is extra well-known for his roles) like his father and his music may even be higher than his outdated man’s.

At any time when the entire household is on the crimson carpet it’s all the time an excellent time. Will is bound to make you chuckle, Jada will get you along with her gorgeous appears, and the youngsters will shock you with their compelling style statements. The Smiths… what’s to not love about them?

The increasingly more Blue Ivy is out in public the extra she appears like her father and mom. The younger lady is rising as much as be fairly the younger woman. On the 2018 Grammys, she was filled with sass as she was captured quitting her mom and father for clapping as a speech was occurring.

These near Jay and Bey are lucky sufficient to know Blue Ivy however from what the media has captured, it’s clear to see she is a bundle of pleasure. The facility couple ought to simply convey her out and make it a household affair each crimson carpet.

Maybe the one that compliments Justin Bieber essentially the most could be his mom. Right here they’re on the crimson carpet on the 2012 American Music Awards. Patricia Mallette is all smiles as her son reveals her love for the digital camera! And he or she doesn’t maintain again on exhibiting him love both.

“I’m so pleased with the superb younger man you’re, and the younger man you’re changing into,” his mom mentioned. “None of us are good and by no means will probably be.” It’s all the time nice to have somebody in your nook who helps you it doesn’t matter what.

It’s uncommon that you simply see platinum recording artist J. Cole out at occasions. He’s too in tune along with his music and tries to maintain essentially the most common life as potential. That’s very true now since he has had his first little one in 2016. However when the artist was nominated for his first Grammy, you’ll be able to wager he confirmed up in type along with his finest accent but.

That’s proper, J. Cole appeared on the 2012 Grammy Awards along with his mother proper by his aspect. Cole likes to maintain his private life personal and solely reveal issues by the music so this was in all probability an enormous second for him to share his mom on a world stage.

Who’s that, a wizard you say?

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Emma Watson was in all probability everybody’s favourite spellcasting Mudblood within the Harry Potter universe, aside from Harry Potter himself in fact. She had superb wit and the sass of one million Blue Ivys. She possesses type and charm in actual life however do you know she had a brother?

Alex Watson has been in just a few movies his self-such as Deuces Wild and 1999’s It’s the Rage. He’s the youthful of the 2 siblings and really had a small cameo in one of many Harry Potter movies. Had been in a position to spot him?

Wanting previous the wild antics that Miley Cyrus pulled off not too way back, she’s nonetheless the lovable Disney Channel star. And whenever you take a look at her mom Tish, you’ll be able to see simply the place she will get her beauty from (sorry Billy). These two are shut because it comes too.

When phrase obtained unfastened that her father might have been dishonest, Miley instantly got here to her mom’s aspect and threatened to make the information official until he spilled the beans first. That’s what you prefer to name a mother-daughter bond.

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Are you aware what number of occasions the good Leonardo DiCaprio has had the respect of strolling a crimson carpet? The quantity might be too excessive to depend on 4 palms. And each a kind of occasions was stuffed with a heartbreaking defeat (till he had the braveness to not communicate common English and to wrestle a bear in a movie).

For as nice and humble as he’s, he undoubtedly has his mom to thank. Bringing her alongside to a number of crimson carpet appearances is the least he can do to repay her. And he or she appears gorgeous each time.

Michael B. Jordan (don’t overlook so as to add the “B” or else everybody will assume you’re speaking concerning the former Chicago Bull) is blossoming right into a younger Hollywood stud. The Black Panther villain has acted his strategy to greatness with roles like Fruitvale Station, The Wire, and Creed. However he is aware of he didn’t do it on his personal.

He is aware of his mother and father are a giant purpose for his success in elevating him so properly. He even nonetheless lives with them! “I really like my mother and father however we have now a roommate relationship proper now which is attention-grabbing,” the Black Panther star, 30, informed Ellen DeGeneres.

Take a second and admire the flare that Nicole Kidman possesses. However don’t stare too lengthy… your focus must be on her mom, Janelle Kidman. Nicole provides so many because of her mom, so for her to be by her aspect strolling crimson carpets is ideal.

“And my momma,” she mentioned in an acceptance speech. “My momma was an advocate for the ladies’s motion once I was rising up, and due to her, I’m standing right here. My achievements are her achievements.” What a good way to honor her mom.

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Rapping sensation Cardi B seemingly got here out of nowhere. Not way back, she was only a lady making obscene and humorous movies on Instagram. Then she was immediately primary on the charts and nominated for Grammys! And for her first Grammy look, she selected to maintain it within the household along with her visitor.

Standing subsequent to her above is her sister, Hennessy Carolina. Sure, that’s her actual title. Apparently, her father had simply come again from a celebration when he rushed into the supply room, and that occurs to be his favourite drink. Her mom cherished the suggestion.

Sure, it’s true that Sylvester Stallone isn’t in that many movies currently along with his most up-to-date Academy nomination coming from Creed. However when he does have to get fancy and go to those occasions, he brings his beautiful daughters with him. Identical to with The Rock, we don’t assume anybody could be caught lifeless courting any of those girls (have you ever seen Rocky?). This picture above was taken on the 2017 Golden Globes. The women have been all Miss Golden Globe 2017. The 4 look moderately spiffy of their matching black apparel. All of us hope that Stallone performs just a few extra roles earlier than he calls it quits.

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GX Month Day 2: “Soul Exchange”

Ever wondered what would happen if Jaden/Judai and Chazz/Manjoume switched bodies? Or if Syrus/Sho was the protagonist instead? Get weird today with body swap and role swap shenanigans!

They all jump at the explosion that shakes the hallway, rushing into the adjacent room to find Jaden and Chazz coughing in a colorful cloud of smoke.

“I told you not to touch it!” Jaden snaps.

“I didn’t know it was going to explode!” Chazz wines.

Both boys look up at each other and freeze, expression quickly morphing into shock and horror.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!” Jaden screams, hitting a particularly high octave that Alexis did not previously know Jaden could reach, while Chazz merely stares at his arms as if seeing them for the first time. He sniffs his own armpit and cringes.

“When was the last time you showered?”

“DID YOU JUST SNIFF ME?”

Oh no.

“Oh my Ra!” Christina’s hands come up to her mouth as a near hysterical giggle bursts forth, and Alexis does not like the sound of any of this.

“Um, what?” Syrus stares on in blissful confusion as the two boys continue to bicker.

“Stop screaming. You’re gonna make me go horse.”

“I’LL SCREAM ALL I WANT! WHAT IF WE’RE STUCK LIKE THIS?”

“Is that why your voice is always so scratchy?”

“THAT’S THE QUESTION YOU CHOOSE TO FOCUS ON?!”

Alexis swallows. “Jaden.” Chazz’s head swivels toward her and confirms her suspicions as Jaden’s trademark smile breaks across his face.

“Lexi!”

“DON’T MAKE THAT EXPRESSION WITH MY FACE!” Jaden - or rather Chazz - screams.

“Stop screaming with my voice,” Jaden casually slings back. There are so many things wrong with this situation Alexis can’t even count them.

“Oh no,” Syrus moans as he finally catches on.

Christina is still laughing, or rather wheezing as she seems to have run out of air. “Please, breathe,” Alexis beseeches. “I don’t need to deal with a body on top of this.” It has the opposite effect as Christina slumps against the wall damn near spasming silently. Alexis turns to the only other sane person in this friend group.

Bastion grimaces. “Perhaps we should seek help from Professor Banner.”

*

“FIX IT!” Chazz screams, slamming Jaden’s hands down on Professor Banner’s desk. To his credit, Banner only peers at Chazz over the rim of his glasses and smiles.

“Ah, Jaden. What can I help you with?”

“I’M NOT JADEN! HE IS!” Chazz jabs a finger at his own body and, to no one’s surprise, Banner only tilts his head in visible confusion.

“They were looking at your alchemy equipment, sir,” Bastion says as Christina sputters into a fresh round of giggles. “I tried to stop them.”

“Oh.” Banner’s entire expression changes as he stands and moves around his desk to regard the boys. “And you say you’ve switched bodies?”

“Yes! Now fix it!” Chazz snaps.

Banner hums thoughtfully. “I’ll need to know which substances caused this before I can create something to reverse the effect.”

“How long will that take?” Syrus ventures to ask.

Banner shrugs. “Maybe a day, maybe a week. It really depends.”

“A week? A WEEK?” Chazz hollers. “I COULD BE STUCK AS THIS SLACKER FOR A WEEK?”

“Alchemy is a delicate process, Chazz,” Banner says, his calm unwavering even when faced with Chazz’s rage.

“HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GO TO CLASS LIKE THIS?”

“Maybe this will teach you not to go snooping through other’s belongings.”

“MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T LEAVE THAT SHIT OUT IN THE OPEN!”

Banner glances off thoughtfully, a hand to his chin. “Hm...or will it take two weeks?”

A scandalized noise. “YOU WOULDN’T.”

“Or maybe three? Yes, I think three,” Banner says as Chazz opens Jaden’s mouth to protest once more. The scream dies somewhere in the back of Jaden’s throat, producing only a shrill squeak as Chazz finally slumps in angry defeat. “Well, then!” Banner claps his hands with a cheery smile. “Let’s go see the mess you’ve made of my lab.”

*

Banner does manage to figure out which concoctions caused the current fiasco, his expressions darkening as he hems and haws before shooing them out with a promise that he’ll fetch them once he has a solution to try. With nothing else to do, Syrus makes the trek back to the Red Dorm with his roommates.

Chumley actually screams when Jaden bursts in with his normal gusto in Chazz’s body.

“Hey, it’s me, it’s me!” Jaden waves his new hands frantically before seeming to remember his predicament. “Oh. Damnit. We need to figure something out about this.” He scrunches Chazz’s face up in thought before it lights up again. “Hey, Chazz, switch jackets with me!”

“Excuse you! Hands off!” Chazz elbows the other as Jaden tugs the red jacket from his shoulders.

“It’s my body!”

“That doesn’t mean I want to be touching it!”

“We’ll you’re going to be touching it. Showers are a thing!”

“That sounded so wrong...” Syrus groans as a bewildered Chumley turns to him for guidance while the other two continue to bicker as Jaden wrestles his jacket off his own shoulders then tosses the black one at Chazz. “They got into Banner’s alchemy stuff and switched bodies. Banner’s looking for a way to undo it.” Syrus flops into the desk chair. Can today be over already?

“Ta da! See, it’s me!” Jaden proclaims, now sporting the red jacket over the rest of Chazz’s clothing. Grumbling, Chazz pulls the black trench coat over Jaden’s shoulders.

Chumley cringes. “Okay, Jaden actually looks good in black, but Chazz looks horrible in red.”

Chazz squawks indignantly while Jaden only laughs. “Good thing I never cared about what I look like.”

“You’re not the one who has to worry about it! And stop smiling with my face! It’s creepy!”

Looking away from their bickering friends, Chumley asks Syrus, “Did Prof Banner say how long it would take?”

“Up to a week,” Syrus groans, staring at the ceiling and wishing for it to come crashing down if only to end his suffering.

Chumley looks back at Jaden and Chazz. “This is going to be a long week.”

#gxmonth2021 #jaden yuki #syrus truesdale #alexis rhodes #chazz princeton #bastion misawa #atticus rhodes #zane truesdale #tyranno hassleberry #ygo gx #yugioh gx #yu gi oh gx

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please could you do fusionshipping and number 7?

*takes drag of cigarette* fusionshipping, you say? that was baby froots oh tee pee growing up…this one is gonna bring back a lot of super gay sixth grade headcanons and feelings and u know what?? im glad  

#7: a kiss to shut them up 

Jaden Yuki was like the sun. Warm, bright, a symbol of happiness and growth. Zane wasn’t cliche enough to state that he was the moon or something, but Atticus supplied that for him. His best friend had a goldmine of of gross poetic things to say about the differences between himself and Jaden, and if Zane wasn’t a closet romantic and desperately pining for the other duelist, he would’ve backhanded Atticus with enough force to give him whiplash. 

That wouldn’t be the only reason Atticus Rhodes needed to be backhanded. He’d been earning his comeuppance for several years now. 

“Hey, look over there,” 

Zane heard Atticus’s voice at his shoulder and smelled a scheme, but humored his best friend and looked over to where Atticus had jerked his head. 

Jaden Yuki had just walked into the convention center, duel disk on his arm, other arm linked through Jesse Anderson’s. Jim and Hassleberry were a few steps behind them, also with duel disks–that was a bit surprising, as Zane hadn’t seen either of their names on the registration for the tournament. They wouldn’t be competing in the same bracket, so Zane didn’t think too much of it. They wouldn’t have been good competition anyway. There was another issue though. If Jaden had all of them here, plus Syrus as his manager, it would– 

“Damn, we’re not gonna get any alone time with him,” Atticus grumbled. They were at the bar, day drinking to survive the opening ceremonies for the tournament, which was too much talking and not enough card games for Zane. 

Though he was loathe to agree with Atticus, Zane could privately admit that Jaden showing up with his entourage would mean that he would have less time with the brunette. “We?” 

“Yeah, we, Zaney. You and Jaden see each other all the time at the super high-level tournaments, but you never make any moves without me bugging you,” Atticus downed his drink and signaled the bartender for another. “Now I have to work on separating Jaden from the pack and then I have to make sure you do your job of actually flirting with him instead of just staring at him and hoping he gets the message,” 

“Stop strategizing.” Zane ordered. 

“Zane, if you would get off your ass and actually–” 

“I’ll see Jaden at the next tournament, this one doesn’t matter.” Zane grumbled, knowing that Atticus wouldn’t take him seriously but saying it out of principle. 

“This one does matter–come on, I need you two together while I’m still young!” Atticus said, throwing up his hands, exasperated. 

“He doesn’t like me, Rhodes,” 

“You don’t know that!” Atticus started on his typical spiel of how Zane wasn’t a mind reader, how he’d never know the joys of love if he didn’t risk experiencing pain, that Jaden was single and put up with Zane’s shit, which was more than Zane should expect from anyone. 

“Come on, you two are perfect–sun and moon remember? Yin and yang? Do I have to read my poems to you again?” Atticus threatened. 

“Read me a poem and I’m cutting off your hair,” 

“You say that all the time, Zaney–my hair is still as long and beautiful as ever.” Atticus’s took a sip from his fourth drink of the afternoon. “Look, you get blasted, you flirt with him, tell him how you feel–a year from now you’ll be Mr. and Mr. Yuki-Truesdale and I get to officiate the wedding,” 

Jaden Yuki-Truesdale did have a nice ring to it. 

“I’m not doing that,” Zane said, mostly because even in his most private fantasies of Jaden and him being together Atticus Rhodes was not the one marrying them. He’d already slated Alexis for that position. 

Atticus wasn’t paying attention anymore, he was laying a hand over his heart, smiling, a faraway, dreamy look in his eyes.  “Come on, come on–opening ceremonies tonight. Picture this: sit next to him, take his hand, look down into those big, beautiful eyes, stroke his cheek, tower over him on your spider legs and whisper: Jaden Yuki, will you do me the honor of being my Eternal Sunshine?” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Zane snapped, feeling a blush coming on. Eternal Sunshine. What a name. What a fitting name.

“You two would be adorable–you with your goth aesthetic,’ Atticus motioned to  Zane’s all-black ensemble, the makeup, the nails, the choker. “And him, with his boy-next-door aesthetic–adorable! It’s the season for love!” 

“It’s midwinter,” 

“All seasons are seasons for love, you frigid bitch,” Atticus huffed, shoving Zane’s shoulder. “Look, I’m going to go distract everyone and–” 

“Atticus if you set me up with Jaden I’m going to smother you with a pillow,” 

“Now that’s a threat I believe,” Atticus said. “That’s why I made sure your manager booked us separate hotel rooms this time,” 

Atticus dropped the subject–sort of. He was now alternating between drinking and swiping through pictures of Chazz, and Zane would be lying if it didn’t make him jealous to hear his best friend gushing over his boyfriend. They were nearly impossible to stomach when they were together, what with Atticus coming up with nicknames and breaking out into song at every available opportunity. Zane had known Chazz for a long time, and when they’d gotten together he’d hoped the black-haired boy, who was always ragging on Jaden for being over-the-top, would bring Atticus’s antics to a grinding halt. He felt betrayed when Chazz started blushing and thanking Atticus for all of his romanticism instead of chastising him. 

In a moment of weakness, probably brought on by the alcohol, Zane reflected upon how maybe he should let Atticus help him out with Jaden.

The moment was gone in an instant. That would be a horrible idea. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Atticus whispered excitedly. “Eternal Sunshine at 6 o’clock,” 

“Don’t you–” 

It was too late. Atticus was already slapping down cash on the bar and standing up. “Hey there, Jaden! You know where the bathroom is?” 

“Hey Atticus!” Jaden’s voice sent a jolt of happiness through Zane, and he took another drink to calm the frantic beating of his heart. “Jesse’s heading to the bathroom now, just follow the blue hair,” 

Zane saw Jaden sink down into Atticus’s empty chair. “Hey Zane,” 

He swallowed another mouthful of gin and tonic before responding. “Nice to see you,” 

“What’s it been, a week?” Jaden laughed, leaning his elbow against the bar. “Didn’t expect you to be competing in an open-entry tournament,” 

“Atticus wanted to enter,” Zane tried not to think of sunshine and seasons of love as Jaden laughed again. 

“He bring Chazz with him?” 

“Chazz is halfway around the world with Alexis and Bastion,” 

“Oh yeah, Prague. Bastion told me about it, I didn’t think Chazzeroo was going with them,” Jaden picked up the drink menu, no doubt looking for something fruity and sweet, something Zane would never touch with a ten foot pole. Another thing Atticus liked to wax poetic about–only he could make something corny and romantic out of drink orders. 

“We should go to Prague,” 

Zane nearly choked on his drink as his mind rared into overdrive. His mind knew that logically the second half of that sentence was “for a tournament,” but his heart desperately wanted it to be for more personal reasons. Mr. and Mr. Yuki-Truesdale–damn Atticus for bringing the thought to the forefront of his mind (he’d thought of it before, certainly, but only late at night when he was feeling especially lonely, not in broad daylight with Jaden sitting right next to him)–on honeymoon in Prague. Not his first choice, he’d always imagined it on a beach somewhere, but if that’s what Jaden wanted–

This train of thought was strangely reminiscent of Atticus. They weren’t–god they weren’t even together, let alone married. One step at a time. 

Or zero steps at a time because you won’t do anything, Atticus’s voice–when had he gotten in here?–echoed in Zane’s head. 

“You alright, Zane?” Jaden asked, leaning forward, concern in his eyes–here he remembered Atticus comparing the color to some chocolate he’d bought for Chazz–and Zane was ready to swear off alcohol for the rest of his life if it was going to cause him to think of Atticus Rhodes. 

“Um, yeah, I’m good,” Zane said. “So you were saying we–that, uh, we should go to Prague,” 

“Oh yeah, I bet it’d be awesome!” Jaden thanked the bartender for the fluorescent pink daiquiri, picking up the cherry and popping it into his mouth. Zane nearly passed out at the images in his head. “I don’t know anything about it, but it’d be an adventure–think about it, two Americans lost in the Czech Republic, can’t read anything, only armed with our duel disks and wits–sounds like a movie,” 

“The only movies I’ve seen that take place in the Czech Republic are horror movies,” Zane said. That’s not the kind of movie he wanted to make with Jaden. 

God, bad choice of words. 

“You’d keep me safe–no one messes with Zane Truesdale,” Jaden smiled, and Zane–well he would have to agree with him. If anyone laid a hand on Jaden Yuki in his presence it would be the last thing they ever did.  

“Tell Syrus to register you in a tournament and I’ll tell my manager to resister me,” Zane said. 

“Tournament?” 

He looked up from his drink at Jaden’s surprised tone. He felt a glimmer of hope, praying that he wasn’t about to get it dashed. He had to play this cool, no matter what he was feeling. “I thought we were talking about competing together,” 

“What? Oh, no, um,” Jaden’s face, the pretty face that had both haunted and blessed Zane’s dreams, was bright red, his lush, coral pink bottom lip–god, he was starting to sound like Atticus again–between his teeth, his eyes to the floor, lush eyelashes brushing against his cheekbones. “That’s not–not what I meant,” 

Oh god. 

Zane let himself feel a bit more hopeful, sit up a little straighter, lean in toward the brunette. 

He was speechless, but Jaden couldn’t seem to stop the words from stumbling out of his mouth. “I’m so–oh god, um–I meant like, together, but not–I was talking with Jesse last night and then Alexis called me and Bastion–they all said that–that I should–even Syrus said that–I’m sorry Zane I thought that you–I thought that you liked me–I’m so–” 

For Zane, it felt as if time had stopped. Jaden–his Eternal Sunshine–returned his feelings. 

Jaden was still talking, wildly gesticulating, his drink sloshing out of the glass and staining his sleeve. Zane–Zane could listen to Jaden talk all night, had done so many times while they were together at tournaments, but right now he wanted Jaden to stop talking, but–but Zane couldn’t speak, couldn’t tell Jaden how much–

Well there was something else. 

“I just–I don’t want this to change our friendship and–” 

Jaden was still going. Zane stood up–spider legs, like Atticus said–put his hand, which he saw rather than felt, on Jaden’s chin, feeling the softness of his skin, brown eyes wide and surprised as Zane leaned down–

In all of his musings about what it would be like to kiss Jaden, Zane never expected a spontaneous kiss to surpass his perfectly constructed fantasies. 

The brunette’s lips weren’t soft like he expected–they were chapped, rough, the texture a delicious contrast to Zane’s silky lipstick. The fruity flavor of the drink lingered on his lips, and Zane could learn to love the taste if it was being served to him from Jaden’s mouth. 

Enthusiastic by nature, Jaden quickly recovered from the surprise to throw his arms around Zane’s neck, bringing them closer together–there was the sound of glass breaking and Zane could hear the remnants of Jaden’s drink dripping on to the floor. A tongue forced its way into Zane’s mouth, a hand buried into Zane’s hair, teeth clacked together–Zane was dizzy with alcohol and the sensation of having Jaden Yuki in his arms, kissing him with wild abandon, and wouldn’t be surprised if he’d keeled over and woken up to find this was all a dream. 

When Jaden pulled away, blue lipstick smeared on his chin, he knew it wasn’t. 

“So, uh–wanna make Prague our first vacation as a couple?” Jaden laughed, smiling. 

“Yes,” Zane choked out, stroking the side of Jaden’s face. “Yes, my Eternal Sunshine,” 

He realized what he’d said a moment later when Atticus’s laughed interrupted the moment. 

“Another plan well-executed!” Atticus praised himself. “I’ll go search for plane tickets to Prague,” 

“Hey, hey Addy,” Jaden called. “Be sure to book mine under Eternal Sunshine!” 

Zane was going to kill Atticus–he wanted to smack that self-satisfied grin off his face. 

After he got back from Prague, of course. 

#anon #asks #ygogx #zane #the boy #fusionshipping #thank u for this one this was amazing ahhhhh #i had so much fun yall #i hope yall like this im sorry it took so long