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sunnyie-eve · 7 months

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10 | In and Out

Series: No Prince Charming

Paring: Harry Hook x Original female character Princess!

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

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For the past week and a half Bella sneaks over to the Isle to hangout with Gil and Harry getting to know them and they all got close pretty fast. At the moment she was getting ready to head off again but Mal was standing outside her room.

"Nope, you aren't allowed to go over there anymore. Ben, your parents, and I all agreed."

"Excuse me?" Bella laugh, "You four can't do that."

"But we did and we told others to make sure you don't. It's for your own good. I've heard some stuff from some people who still hate us. They hate how you're making yourself at home over there." Mal lies to her because she knew why she was sneaking over there deep down just like Ben did.

"You guys are ridiculous." Bella walks past her to go to the library instead.

Mal makes her way to Ben's room, "I stop Bella from going to the Isle. I told her it's off limits for her now. I made up some lie to say it's dangerous for her."

"Great, it's I just don't want her getting close with Harry. And you said yourself."

"There's many reasons I don't want that to happen and I know how he is so. Plus he's Uma's first mate and Uma spelled you and they kidnapped you." Mal huffs taking a seat.

"I know, I know." He kisses her cheek.

In the library, Bella kept complaining out loud since no one was hardly ever in there except for this time it was Audrey, "Can you please stop complaining?"

"Me? You're still butt hurt Ben chose Mal over you. Get over it you have Chad, who is in love with you." Bella goes to a different aisle.

"You're just as bad for being okay with it. Didn't tell him how wrong it was." Audrey follows her.

"Because I didn't and still don't care for you. You've never been nice to me once since meeting me. And while dating Ben, you were still snobby with me." Bella turns to face her, "So that's why I was happy when Ben got with Mal." Bella smiles leaving going off to the woods just to get away.

Hours pass and Mal and Ben start to get worried about not seeing Bella around. They asked everyone ans no one had any idea where she went. "Evie, do you think she went to the Isle?" Mal asks her.

"Nope, she usually lets me know first."

"So you knew she's alway sneaking off over there?" Mal crosses her arms.

"To go hangout with Dizzy, yes. She goes to over there to help her out with what to expect here and other things. Do you thinks she goes over there for wild adventures?" Evie slightly lies for Bella.

"That's why she goes over there? For Dizzy?"

"Yes, Mal." Evie laughs, "She always comes back to tell me what they did the whole day."

"Oh, so where the heck is she right now?" Mal huffs as Bella walks through Evie's door. "There you are! Where have you been?"

"Out in the woods to read and get away from everyone. Mostly you, Ben, and then Audrey." Bella tells her, "You guys banned me from the Isle and she bugs me about you and Ben. So sorry I wanted some peace." Bella walks past going to the kitchen.

"Give her some space, Mal." Evie pats her back so Mal leaves.

"I can't believe they banned me from the Isle. I promised Dizzy she could do my hair tomorrow and now I can't let her know why I'm not showing up." Bella slams her hands down in the counter.

"Just breathe, B." Evie walks over to rub her shoulders, "Dizzy will understand and the boys probably will too. Also don't worry, I lied saying you only see Dizzy over there. I got your back still." Evie smiles resting her head on Bella's shoulders.

"Have I told you how amazing you are?" Bella makes her laugh.

"Yes, but you can say it again."

"You're amazing, Evie." Bella laughs.

Weeks have passed and today was the arrival of the new four VK's coming over. Also Ben was planning to propose to Mal which Bella was happy to have her a sister in law instead. For the proposal, the important people gather around Doug as he played the guy while Ben sang to Mal before getting down on his knee.

"Mal, it's you and me forever. Will you marry me? Will you be my Queen?"

"No!" Audrey shouts making Bella look at her disgusted with her while Mal says yes making everyone cheer.

"Someday, you'll meet your true love." Adam places his hands on Bella's shoulders. "It takes time. Trust me, I know." He tells her.

"I'm fine alone, dad but I know." Bella laughs. When Ben comes down and so dose Mal, Bella goes over to the girls, "Hey, sister." Bella hugs Mal.

"Did you know too?"

"Of course I did." Bella laughs.

"I get another daughter!" Belle hugs Mal.

"I finally get a sister. I think I win." Bella gives Ben a playful dirty look so he hugs her.

"You love me, sis." He makes her laugh till she sees Audrey talking to Mal.

She gets out of his hug going over to them, "You spelled Ben to destroy all of Auradon. Touching story for the grandkids."

"Hate to break it to you, but the moment they arrived Ben had a thing for Mal. It was obvious the way he looked at her. And o could tell because I know my brother well. And after the spell washed away in the enchanted lake he still liked her." Bella glares at Audrey, "As I said, get over it."

"Okay. Let's do this!" Ben shouts out.

"Speaking of kids, we have some kids waiting on us. So... if you'll excuse me. Bee, you can come too. Dizzy would like that." Mal tells her so they leave Audrey. "Thank you for that." Mal adds.

"It's true. Plus I got my sister's back." Bella makes Mal smile as they all get in the limo.

Getting to the Isle to pick up the kids, Dizzy was excited to see Bella again. Leaving though Hades gets halfway through the barrier and Mal turns into a dragon to fight him back. Bella knew there was something since she could tell Mal wasn't putting her all into hurting him.

When they get back home Bella grabs Mal's arm stopping her to talk, "That was your father wasn't it? Mal, you went easy on him. And I know that Amber doesn't drain powers. I read."

Mal pulls her closer, "Only Evie knows and now you do so could you please keep it a secret too?" Mal begs her.

"I mean, yeah. But why not tell Ben?" Bella asks her.

"Because it's Hades and for one he wasn't around much so I'm not close to him." Mal adds.

"I won't tell him." Bella lets her know.

Belle, Adam, Fairy godmother, Ben, Bella and Mal end up getting together for a meeting about Hades because people are in a panic and scared about the risk of another villain out.

"Every time we open the barrier, we're exposed to danger. Maleficent, Uma, Hades." Adam tells the group while Ben gets a notice Maleficent scepter and the queen's crown was stolen.

"Uma." Adam says.

"We don't know that, Dad." Bella tells him, "That wasn't needed for her goal. All she wanted was for other kids to come over for a better life. Did she go the right wat, no. But still."

"When the people hear this, they will never wanna leave their houses. What do we tell them? Mal? What do we do? How do we keep the evil out of Auradon?" Belle speaks up.

Everyone looks at Mal, "I think the there's only... one way to guarantee their safety. And I think that there... can't be anymore going in and out. I think we have to close the barrier... forever." Mal says.

"No, that's bull. You promised those kids they could go see their families. And that means Evie, Carlos, and Jay can't see their parents either. You think just villains are evil? There are plenty of people here that could be evil if they have a good enough reason. Example your ex. I know my vote doesn't mean anything but no." Bella leaves mad about the situation.

When Bella goes over to Evie's place later, she hears Mal talking to Evie about the situation going on and hearing from Evie's words Mal didn't tell her it was her idea.

While Mal walks out she bumps into Bella, "I'm not telling Evie the truth because you will when it's time. You'll deal with consequences about it." Bella whispers before going into the room.

#thomas doherty #harry hook #descendants 2 #descendants #descendants 3 #descendants oc #descendants au #harry hook descendants #descendants mal #descendants evie #descendants carlos #descendants jay #descendants uma #descendants gil #dcom #vks #disney #villains

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 2 years

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Things I notice Across Fandoms as someone who has been in it for Around 15 Years

There's always that one fic you can't help but reread all the time even if you left the fandom cause it's so good.

There's also that one fic everyone else loves and you hate

People who write swears like 'f**k' or the such tend to be younger then most and don't know that it cheapens their work to do this.

Fanon takes the reins in a lot of fandoms and you have to refamiliarize yourself with canon at least once in a while to make sure you don't fall down the hole.

Some people only watch the movie/anime and it shows.

Not everyone agrees on if a piece of fanon is good or not, and that's okay. You don't have to read or write it. But you don't get to come on fanfics and complain.

There's this sort of 'lull' from time to time where all the fandom newbies kinda realize they're being jackasses so they calm down and then things go great until the next batch comes in and starts acting like assholes.

People hate taking responsibility for their actions so if they complain about YOU letting them access things it means they're innocent lambs. Nothing pisses them off more then pointing out THEY chose to read/look at your stuff.

Every so often there's a character who everyone agrees on is a certain way but there are a couple of people who disagree. Arguments over this are never settled because they're to minor in canon.

Some interpretations of canon feel wrong, and guess what? That's okay.

Disliking characters is fine and so is writing posts about why you don't like them. Making posts complaining about specific people who do like them is not okay, so is sending death threats. General complaints is fine. Vice versa as well.

Comment etiquette goes through various waves as well similar to the above comment about fandom newbies.

People who admit to starting imaginary drama are trash and should not be followed. (A TikToker admitted to sending herself fake hate and then joked about how her followers were upset on her behalf. That's just gross)

Anyone who says they refuse to read anything not canon but read fanfic or write it are kind of dumb cause fanfic is NOT CANON and everything they write is fanon.

People who hate the main character tend to either be very young and trying to be edgy or are just... kinda weird in my opinion. Especially if it's all about how they're a wimp/weak and refuse to give them any of their good canon traits but praise the hell our of some other character for being better when they're either just more violent or cruel. Like dude.

That being said, I only think the above because for me the fics hating on the main character come this way. If you don't like the MC, I respect that I just wonder why you're watching/reading it.

Femininity is a concept that people struggle with and it leads to the influx of 'not like other girls' ocs/gender bends.

Speaking of gender bending: Let people live. It's not bad or weird to make an MC a girl or a boy. You having issue with them doing it to make a gay ship straight is valid but not all of them are like that. You're not cool for hating on it.

Some fandom jokes get stale. IE: Completely oblivous Todoroki Shouto.

A/B/O can be really good interpretations of canon and the trope, good stories discussing how culture and such changes with this dynamic, porn, or just a fun addition to canon. There is a lot of variation of it and if you like it who cares?

Religion is really fucking annoying in fanfics and we can TELL even if you try to write around it. If your character is religious fine, and if the canon character is fine, but dude stop writing atheist/non-Christian characters Christian or with those values. Especially if they're in a culture where the religion isn't prominent.

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jaythelay · 3 months

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Funny situation.

Pizzacakecomics makes comics on r/comics and other places. She made a couple comics about what women go through, primarily she's a humourous artists, her most recent one incited alot of rage, but to me? It was actually well made.

See, the comic is essentially a boiled down reality of what women go through in their life. From childhood to adulthood, the sexual harrassment women go through and why women have a stereotype of being offended or overreacting to men asking them out. With the last 2 panels being a point of contention, in which some shy dude tries to ask her out and she goes off on him. This causes the dude to go online and rant about women. Bare in mind, the first panel is a child being sexually harrassed by an adult in a car. That's where we started and Incels ignore the first 2 panels.

Entirely because of projection.

See, those panels to me just made sense? Probably because I've seen women in real life Idunno, but imagine throughout your life ya got grown men wanting to rape you, like the average story by women is they stop getting hit on as much when they aren't 14-16 or some disgusting shit. Random dudes just constantly demanding you to be an object of their desire, no humanity.

Imagine catcalling your bros but uncomfortably and poorly and for years and decades even when everyone tells you to stop. Yeah women don't like that either. That is a bad thing. But again, incels ignored the first two panels, gotta add it.

That just follows them into their daily life to the point when anyone comes up and Yet Again you're being demanded time of, seen for your physical form and not an ounce of care for your actual self. You're still just seen as an object of desire, again, again again, again.

See, the last guy failed primarily because he's indistinguishable and tiring. Did he do anything wrong? Meh. That ain't the issue, but say he was, coming up and proposing to someone you aren't even friends with is...indistinguishable from average harrassment, not that it is harrassment, that, after So Long and So Much, you're gonna tunnel vision completely out of safety, that even non-harrassing stuff just feels like more average annoyances with great risks.

Really I dunno what to tell dudes who haven't grown up harrassed damn near everyday. The "solution" men have for their problems is to "just be a man" and when women can't also cognitively dissonate, that's on them, because we do it out of social pressure and thus we are the only victims!!1!!111!1! Like my god man anytime a woman complains here comes the incels to downplay women's issues and uplay their own. Incels make it Very Obvious we need to focus on women's rights before men. If they refuse to engage with women then their criticisms are worthless, besides quite literally all of their problems modern feminism wants to resolve, they just prefer pretending extremist viewpoints are the only viewpoints (That's why they're incels folks!)

Even then though, it's clear that the intention of the comic was nothing incels wanted it to be. Especially that one dude's "comic" in response to it, which was just...a sad, sad sight to behold from a long time liar.

As for Pizzacake, I think the problem of Reddit and content farming just puts her into this bucket of "Yeah you're trying but you're kinda phoning it in" What bothers me is I bet she could make some interesting works but seems tied down to these miniature comics with big points she can't completely address. I Really Like the latest comic because it was So Damn Obvious but Very Well Elaborated. Incels see that last panel and instead of the smallest of realizations, a shred of relatability, any interest in discovering situations they'll never be in or hear of in their daily lives, they went for the throat, pathetically missed, and are further mocked by those in the know.

I want a long form comic in the same veign. Because there's an alternative perspective that can be added onto the previous comic. From many perspectives, it can continue and be established. You get the perspective of the MC, and then you swap to the other's perspective, genuinely the message is so clear I can't find fault anywhere for someone to miss the point, but god I love 2 perspective comics like this one.

#pizzacakecomics #utter rambling I'm waiting on a thing got nothin else to do

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rashasaleel · 3 months

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Accept, Adjust.

I'm a bad person.

I'm selfish, conceited and self centred. I somehow manage to convince myself I'm better than a lot of people because I just am, despite the fact that said people are getting better jobs, better opportunities and better everything. So maybe I'm a loser too. A selfish, conceited and self centred loser.

I didn't go off track, I did everything right as much as "right" goes and whatever the fuck "right" means. I have no idea anymore.

I have no idea about anything anymore. Whatever I believed and hoped has led me to this very moment in time where I write about how screwed I am at 1:32 am in the morning.

I wake up, do my shit, mindlessly watch something on tv, scroll through my phone, workout to get some sort of dopamine, have a bunch of caffeine to get that dopamine fix again which will, god willing, eventually lead me to die by the ripe age of 50.

I have nothing to do and quite honestly I don't think I wanna do anything that will in the future get me to a moment such as this.

A bachelor's in English is fun if you wanna throw facts and complicated words at people or better yet, act snobby. Because that's the best part of having a degree in English language and literature, you can be a certified snob. You know stuff these science nerds and number crunchers could never comprehend.(I'm exaggerating. I’m sleep deprived ok)

But apart from that, you get a lot of unemployment, self doubt, a lot of "what the fuck was I thinking?"I don't think I have another "what the fuck was I thinking" in me to take a master's degree in English. I cannot put myself in the world of LinkedIn again.

It's unexplainable, this feeling, this uncertainty that apparently everyone goes through, so it's nothing special. I'm not entitled to complain, because it happens to everyone. I can't complain because it's the economy that doesn't have job opportunities. It happens to everyone. It's a reality I have to adjust to.

Accept, adjust.

So I take a master's in something because what if I don't get a promotion because I don't have a master's?

What if I fall behind ?

What if?

Then I should get a government job hopefully because it's secure. You put in a mediocre effort to get a decent salary because it's the government, neither of us care about each other.

Who cares about passion? Passion is the new word for hobby. Passion is what you put aside to focus on real shit, like a job you hate that pays you alright. Passion is what you pick up when you're away from the job you hate.

I can't put away something I know I'm supposed to do, not as an occupation but for myself. But that's me being selfish. How can I ever think about myself?

I have to think about others. If you have no others depending on you, you need other "others" in your life. You need a husband, a wife, a few kids because who are you? What kind of a person are you to not have others depending on you? You have to think about others. You need to find stability and security even before you have these "others". If not, you may never get them. And if you don't get them, you're alone and that makes you selfish. How dare you think and provide for only yourself?

Accept, adjust.

"No one's gonna marry you if you're this way"

"Here's hoping"

Maybe it'll all work out and make sense.

But what if it'll only make sense because I caved and accepted all this ? If I adjusted. I won't even realise I'm part of the rat race where my dreams are only those that I see in my sleep, to wake up and realise everything I've ever dreamt with my eyes open is a pipe dream. I can't stop and pull back then, can I? Will I even realise all this then?Will it matter even if I do? Will I still be selfish if I do ?

I never realised how linear time is and how fast it goes by. I feel like I was 18 just last year and now I'm 21. And somehow the more I dwell on it the older I become.

I don't even remember yesterday, that's how fast it all goes. And I'm afraid that before I realise it, one day I'll just be too old and it'll be too late. Full of regret and resentment.

What I have towards writing is just..... just stupid. I love and hate it at the same time. I think about it all the time like a creepy ex boyfriend, I can't get it out of my mind. It haunts me day in and day out. I want to write everything about everything. But I can't find the words, maybe I know them but I can't put them together in such a way that it perfectly expresses what I truly want. (What do I want?)

And because I can't do that, I believe I'm a bad writer. Because that's literally the entire purpose. Know the words, put them together, and write. Fucking idiot.

I love it so much that I hate how much I love it. It eats my brain and turns me insane and I fucking hate it because I'm scared.

I'm so scared.

The feel of your flesh tearing and your creative mind rotting between becoming a human machine like everyone else to survive and following your passion.

So what's my purpose?

What if I know that I wasn't put here to be like everyone else? To merely survive, to exist for others, as others say. What if you know it but others don't see it? Will you be anything without their recognition?

What if what if what if

Accept adjust, accept adjust.

It's a constant ever teetering ride of "am I enough?" "I got this", " I need people", "I hate everyone"

In the end the madness of art is how we persevere despite everyone telling us not to.

Unfortunately today, knowing and realising all this makes you selfish, conceited, self centred and ultimately a bad person. So maybe I am a bad person.

I care about what others say, hear them, get anxious, lose my appetite, have a meltdown, get depressed, have a nap, get a fucking ulcer in my stomach.

But that's ok because I'm my worst enemy. You're your worst enemy.

Occasionally I think we just need to screw the others and tell ourselves "fuck you, watch this."

#writings #words #my writing #life #literature #my words #art #artists on tumblr #passion #first time posting please bear with me #thoughts #late night thoughts #feelings #emotions #quotes

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the-firebird69 · 6 months

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It's a few advantages of changing to electrical besides maniacal stuff there won't be as much pollution we need the fuel for other things that are important it is a lot less noise and you'll hear the electric anyways and it'll make noise when next to you and you know it makes these noises you're at the airport because they're electric and it won't interfere with devices trucks are ranges in the smoke is disgusting you can't breathe we need them when we need them to do the job but boy they suck the oxygen down and it's a good way to try and outfit big trucks will have experience and we'll start trying to use use this and he says it's really only a couple things you can do when you get that size batteries are going to be insulated or supplemental and we'll get you maybe 5 MI other than that you're going to wait the truck down and it's power to wait ratio of the fuel the size effective and you can purify it all you want you're going to need alternators and transformers and superconductors and really and it's true too and we see that on turbines we use that stuff or maybe even tackamac that would be interesting it's kind of the whole idea and they want to switch to it and they want us to do the work we're slowly doing it

Mac daddy

It can't be else and he's just sitting there pissed off doesn't care to think about it but he thought about it but still so what he said he did like 2 years ago it's true too nothing happened oh well

Macs

Little guy says I'm going nowhere doing nothing listening to people whining and complain and not do anything on purpose it's really bizarre expecting something from this atmosphere

Hulk Hogan

I know you respected wrestler but it's true. This is terrible. Nobody would make anything and they don't want anything made just kind of sitting here saying what he said before almost verbatim even the attack of my stuff so you don't want to do anything either it's a disgusting thing really bad

Joe m

We have sat here through this garbage and everyone wants to sit here and bother each other and keep keep us in house arrest and your nuts we don't want to deal with you or see you or be anywhere near you dumb f****** asses you're the stupidest f****** people we've ever seen and he's right this thorium may have worked the thorium and people got ahead of it and said we can control monsters in the current just sold high the you guys can't do anything it goes back to needing thorium I mean this is some idiot s***

Preston

We have stuff planned to do differently and we should probably start doing it cuz these people just go along with it so it takes a week and they start turning cuz that's where the flow of the river is and it's true

Macs

We have a whole plan we're starting to run it's very difficult and we have to ram it through but it's going and it involves helping them with stuff and we're going to figure out what to do here we can't seem to get them to stop bothering him and they're doing it all the time and the low life it really get anything this is it's terrible we need to provide one was threatened about everything okay it's terrible he has absolutely no Independence and no savings and they're ridiculous they're ridiculous people and hateful obnoxious crap everyday we have some news and it's somewhere good so we're going to publish

Thor Freya

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michael-fucking-myers1978 · 3 years

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Reader has chronic pain

Warnings: Cursing

If you think you have chronic pain don't use this as a guide on how to treat it. Everyone's pain is different and you need to speak with a doctor before seeking treatment

Requested by @shang-hung

Baby Firefly:

Baby hates that you have to go through this, and wishes she could find a cure and make it stop for you. She knows the best thing she can do for you is make sure you take your medication if you have any and makes sure you're comfortable. You start to notice you have less chores around the house and such. Baby and the rest of the Firefly family really do care for you and don’t want you to hurt yourself with a heavy workload. She really does love you.

Brahms Heelshire:

When Brahms learns about your pain, he starts doing more things around the house so you don’t have to. Depending on where your pain is centered the chore list changes, but carrying heavy boxes is always his job now. He waits until the guy who brings groceries is gone and brings the bags/boxes in before you see them. He even goes as far as moving your stuff to a downstairs bedroom so you don't have to trudge up stairs everyday.

Bubba Sawyer:

The Sawyer family has its share of health problems and knows how to take care of them. Chronic pain is something they are all too familiar with. Drayton has chronic knee pain, so when you tell them about your pain they know exactly what to do. Bubba starts to carry you around more. Sweet baby doesn’t want you to hurt one tiny bit. He brings you extra feather filled pillows, runs you hot baths, cuddles with you, and brings you sweets. Bubba doesn’t really understand it but wants to help in any way he can.

Jason Voorhees:

We see in Friday The 13th The New Blood, Jason has a misaligned spine. Granted he’s dead then but I believe it was like this in life. Dead or alive, Jason wants to help with your pain. He remembers having trouble as a boy and his mother had him convinced he was broken. This shows when you tell him. He carries you around all the fucking time. And when he leaves, he plops you on the couch and tells you to stay put. When you move Jason has a breakdown thinking you could have died. Once you explain to him it's not the end of the world and you are not a glass doll, Jason eases up little bits at a time. But he always comes rushing to help you when you call.

Michael Myers:

All Michael hears is “pain” and he comes back to the house an hour or so later with stolen painkillers. I mean dude came back with pills, creams, electro stuff, and ice packs. You try your hardest not to laugh and thank him. Some stuff does come in handy but others just don’t work. If Michael catches you doing something your doctor told you not to, he picks you up and puts you on the bed before going to do the task himself. He’s trying to understand that you won’t shatter because of some pain but he refuses to lose you to anything.

Yautja (Both genders unless specified):

Your mate has access to the best medical facility in the universe. Enough said. They take you every time you get a paper cut, so when your chronic pain rears its head it's over for you. Straight to the medbay. The Yautja doctors give you slaves and medication for the pain and then they tell your mate to stop bringing you here every 5 minutes. Depending on the gender of your mate their reaction to the solution is different. Female yautja trust the doctors and stops making you practically live in the medbay. Male yautja refuse to believe it will work and if you even complain about the smallest pain he will try to fight the doctors, for your honor.

#baby firefly x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #yautja x reader #predator x reader #baby firefly #brahms heelshire #bubba sawyer #jason voorhees #michael myers #yautja #slashers x reader #slashers

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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years

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July 2nd - Daniel Ricciardo

Based on New Year's Day by Taylor Swift and this request by @spikejonzed

Fluffly, mentions of sex, banter, nothing graphic.

BTW, I don't know how I've never paid attention to this song, it's so so beautiful and honest. I've thought about this concept before though: the "Sunday afternoon effect", when all the excitement of the weekend wears off and you're just hanging out with your friends, laughing about silly stuff, or cleaning up the house after the party. The thing is, the friends that stay till then are the ones you wanna hold on to, and the same goes for lovers. I feel kind of bad... well not BAD but you know, must be hard... when you're famous and rich, to recognize the good ones from the beginning before you give yourself too much away and it's too late.

To be honest with you guys, I think Daniel must feel a bit lonely sometimes. We all do, but to think that people are only interested in you for your fame and money must be tough... something you worked so hard, that you keep dedicating your life to, to think that that thing is the reason for your heartbreak, to your loneliness... It's a two-edged sword, isn't it? Anyway, I wrote this little something with Daniel in mind, hope you guys like it. Hope he finds someone to be like this someday. Hell, hope I find someone to be like this someday. I think everyone deserves that.

Daniel woke up in his bed, no shoes, but jeans and party shirt still on. The light coming through the windows, shining directly on his face, threatening to make his headache even worse. He let out a groan and turned to the side. There's someone on his bed with him. Shit. He just remembered. Last night was the first time he was introducing (y/n) to his friends. His birthday "small get together" (or at least that's what it was supposed to be) was the perfect opportunity for testing the waters and giving the "next step" without making too much fuss about it, after all, they've only been going out for a couple months and with his tight schedule it meant a lot of facetime calls and weekends, but almost no weekdays and routine stuff.

Yet, he was absolutely smitten with her, she was fun and easygoing, passionate about her own work and friends, but still caring and interested in him. They had amazing chemistry, mind-blowing even. But Daniel had lived enough to know that hanging out with someone on the weekends and knowing their best side was one thing, living through daily and mundane stuff was a completely different thing. Where this could go was still a mystery to him and he didn't want to raise too many expectations before he was sure. Still, she looked so beautiful sleeping, a true vision. He tried to remember if something had happened last night, but judging by his clothes still on, and hers as well, he guessed not. As if on cue, she smiled, with her eyes still closed.

"Stop being creepy" she said smiling. "I can feel you watching me sleep"

"You're not even asleep anymore" he smiled and she opened her eyes. He was taken back by her eyes staring directly into his.

"Still creepy though" she laughed, getting closer to him. He held her and they stayed like that for a while.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you hungover, or sick?" he asked again and she laughed.

"Not at all. I have this really weird superpower, you know, I don't get hungover. Ever, actually" she laughed.

"I don't believe you. I have the headache"

"No, it's true. We did drink a lot yesterday, though" she commented.

"Yeah, well, welcome to having Australian friends. No such thing as light drinking with those guys" he laughed but grimaced at the pain in his brain.

"I'll get you something"

"Huh?"

"For the pain" she explained getting up from the bed.

After a while she returned with a pill and a glass of water, passing them to him.

"Thank you, baby" he took the glass, finishing it. "Come back to bed now"

"Your house... like, I'm not even sure if I should tell you to take a look or just pack your essentials and abandon it" she smiled.

"Uhh" he groaned. "I'll call someone later"

"Like a constructor with a wrecking ball?" she laughed.

"It can't be that bad"

"It's bad" she started. "But we can manage it" He looked at her intrigued. "After a shower" she pulled his hand. "Join me?"

"If I ever say no to that question, just put me in an asylum" he said. "I need a kiss though, as motivation" he smirked.

"Noo... I have morning breath"

"What? Me too" he said pulling her down and kissing her anyway. "Uh, no. You're right. Yours is worst" he said laughing while getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Asshole!" she laughed following him.

They stripped and got into the shower, taking turns in letting the water run through their bodies.

"Come here" Daniel said, putting some body wash in his hands and spreading them over (y/n) body.

"Hum... this feels nice" she said.

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her shoulder.

"You're so wasted" she laughed lightly.

"Hey! I'm sober. I'm just too tired. Give me a couple hours to recover, and I'll claim my birthday privileges"

"Birthday privileges? It's not even your birthday anymore" she laughed.

"Okay, but first, it's the weekend of, and second, I didn't get any time alone with you yesterday"

"Fair. And what will be your requests, may I ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Humm... you're so creative" he said kissing her. "I'm sure we'll think of something"

They finished the shower after a while, enjoying each other's company and the comfortable silence.

"Did anyone crashed here?" (y/n) asked when they were stepping out of the shower.

"I have no idea" Daniel answered. "I just remembered going to take a nap and waking up this morning. Shit, we didn't... did we?" (y/n) laughed out loud at that.

"Wow! Really, Dan?"

"We did not. I would've remembered"

"Good save. Such a gentleman" she laughed.

"I drank way too much. Sorry. Don't be mad"

"It's fine. I'm messing with you, I don't remember anything either. To be honest, I don't even remember joining you on your 'nap'" she said making air quotes.

"We're the worst hosts" he said getting out of the bathroom and going into the closet to get some clothes.

(y/n)'s heart swelled at the thought of hosting a party with Daniel. There was something so intimate about that statement, so homey.

"You want a shirt?" Daniel asked from the other room, waking her up from her daydream.

"Yeah, sure" she took the shirt, some underwear, and some sweats. Then brushed her wet hair and looked in the mirror. Not a trace of makeup left. She sighed thinking about how falling into a routine with Daniel meant letting the barriers down.

"Alright, snap out of it" she said to herself, getting out of the bathroom and walking outside, to the living room where Daniel was standing rubbing his neck and looking around.

"This is bad" he said when he saw her joining him. There were empty beer bottles and cups all around the living room and balcony, pizza boxes (with half-eaten slices left behind) in the coffee table, party decorations hanging from the ceiling, and the kitchen was even worse, with liquid spilled on the ground and bottles everywhere. There was glitter all over the floor and the couch - someone had brought some of those party poppers, which looked so much fun yesterday, but no so much now. But the best part was the polaroids, left all over the house with the craziest poses.

"Pack your stuff, we're deserting this goddam hellhole" he said and she knew he was joking, he said that about everywhere, but she still shook her head and rolled her eyes, picking a polaroid photo from the ground.

"Everyone had so much fun" she showed it to him. "I loved meeting your friends"

He took the photo from her hand, it was one where (y/n) was sitting on the couch with two of his buddies from Australia, making funny faces while holding cups. He remembered the moment because he was the one who took the photo.

"How's the headache?" she asked him.

"Almost gone"

"Good. So you don't have an excuse. Move your ass, where are the trash bags?" she laughed going into the kitchen.

"Hey! That was very sneak of you" he laughed but followed her anyway.

They spent the next hour collecting bottles, vacuuming glitter, and just cleaning the whole house. Daniel complained the whole time, but in truth, he was very glad to have her there. Sure, he could just ignore the whole mess and hire someone on Monday to clean everything (he probably would still do that anyway, for the heavy cleaning like bathrooms), but it was really nice of her to just stick around, seeming unbothered by the housework. When she finished tying the last trash bag and putting it on the entry hallway she flopped on the couch besides Daniel, who had called it a day some good 10 minutes ago.

"Done?" he asked her.

"I feel like punching you for asking me that" she answered playing annoyed. He lifted his hand in defense.

"What? I did my part!"

"Men" she shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't complained about being hungry yet"

"Well, I'm starving! Was just waiting to suggest going out, or ordering in"

"Ordering in, please. I don't want to get off this couch any time soon"

Daniel got his phone out to order some food. It was almost noon, so he thought about something like pasta, some carbs would be nice right now. Then he felt (y/n)'s head drop on his shoulder, her hand caressing his arm. It was such a sweet gesture, so understated, he just stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What?" she looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're here. Thank you"

"It's nothing" she smiled.

"I don't mean the cleaning. Well, that too. But just, thank you for being you and wanting to hang out with me, you know, after the party"

"I'll always wanna hang out with you, partying or cleaning bottles" she said and leaned in to kiss him. "Happy birthday old man" this made him smile through the kiss.

"Thank you, young lady" he said still smiling. "Let's feed you now, yeah?"

"Please! Let's get some carbs on this house!" she smile.

"Hey, guys!" (y/n) and Daniel looked up to see Luke, one of Daniel's buddies walking out of the guest bedroom.

"Dude! I didn't know you were here" Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, just woke up. Definitely wasn't hiding in the bedroom waiting for the cleaning end to get out" he grinned making (y/n) and Daniel laugh.

"You know what? Just for that, you're going downstairs to pick up the food when it gets here, and taking out the trash!" (y/n) teased him, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

Daniel just observed while his friend and his girlfriend joked and laughed. He thought about how right now he was enjoying a feeling of contempt that wasn't really natural or much appreciated by professional athletes, but this time felt right to indulge in it. He felt safe like someone's got him, finally. He took (y/n) hand on his and squeezed it three times, he knew this was already a good thing, something to last. She looked at him, she knew exactly what he meant.

#Daniel Ricciardo #Daniel Ricciardo fic #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #daniel ricciardo oneshot

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Finally! Your post about Yanli! Folks never hold her accountable, always defending Yanlie w this sheltered stuff. She didn't know anything! Jiang Cheng never told her anything and she can't speak. She's so sheltered. Why is her ass outside talking to Wen Ning. She didn't ask WWX shit about his life just twirls around her dress. She could've ask Wen Ning about conditions in the Burial Mounds but she didn't care as long as her family fantasy was playing. Look at this:

"iang Cheng probably hides the worst of it from her; for example, she was actually outside chatting with Wen Ning when the stab wound came up during the wedding dress visit, and I wouldn't be surprised if Jiang Cheng came home after the duel complaining about his broken arm and never mentioned that he stabbed Wei Wuxian in the guts. She also did not visit the Burial Mounds during that visit; Jiang Cheng found an abandoned house in Yiling and they met him in the walled courtyard (so no one would see them together, ugh). So while she's certainly pretty ignorant about money and didn't make the connection that Wei Wuxian would, you know, be dealing with poverty after leaving the sect with nothing, she didn't see it for herself, either. In general it seems like cultivators from the great sects are pretty ignorant about money, and in particular Jiang Yanli is a sheltered upper class young woman. It's not surprising that she's clueless about all of this. Not her finest moment but it doesn't prove anything terrible about her.... She's just...very sheltered and not very knowledgeable about the wider world. In some respects I feel like her character is a commentary on how unhealthy the habit of upper class families to shelter their daughters and hide them away from the world was. Honestly, the next time I see someone disparaging her for being 'nothing but soup' I'm going to scream. She doesn't have to be a skilled cultivator or politician if she doesn't want to be!"

I mean look she's not evil but I find it genuinely hard to care about her 🥲. I didn't think about her in WWX's second life. I didn't think about her after finishing the novel. Fandom really went balls to the wall with the soup goddess of kindness persona or trying to make her some BAMF warrior queen, or complaining MXTX didn't do her juStiCe and a lot of people project on her so it's kind of turned me off her character personally. Back to her character, it depends on how you judge people. Do you think someone kind on the surface but who prefers to remain naive is ideal? There's a point where remaining sheltered is a choice. Her mother is YZY. I can't stand her but she's not exactly cast in the mold of traditional femininity. YanLi only concerning herself with domestic tasks is her choice- a choice she's totally entitled to but that YZY actually reprimands her for so it's not quite accurate to say it was something she was oppressed into. She went through a war. She worked in the war camps. She understands how food and shelter work. There's sheltered and there's thinking someone doesn't understand that people expect payment for goods and services... I think that's taking "sheltered" a bit too far. Gossip was flying like wildfire after the defection and duel. You can't tell me she was living under a rock. She sees WWX when she shows off her dress. She has every chance to ask him how he's doing. If he was wounded, if he's got everything he needs. ANYTHING. 🌝 I didn't even think about it but you're right, she could've asked Wen Ning how things are if she didn't want to ask in front of jiang cheng or something. Instead she lets jiang cheng rudely kick Wen Ning out of the courtyard drops her soup bandaid and asks WWX to put up w jc even though he wasn't doing anything "Both of you can stop fooling around. I brought soup for you two.” and then goes to talk to him. My reading is that it's so she can give jc and WWX time to talk and make up. Her priority is as always everyone getting along or at least acting like they're getting along + soup. Many people are like that - the soup. Are they evil? no. Are they awesome to be around? It depends on if you're the one always asked to do the compromising in the name of harmony.

#mdzs #answers #Jiang YanLi #I will say WWX is pretty chill and good at ignoring jc so maybe he doesn't mind that much because he expects very little

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Our Angel | Chapter 4: Sell Your Soul

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Summary: You are hired to pleasure a lonely Mandalorian. It’s just a paycheck. |Post Season Two

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"Whoa!-h" Your breath is sharply cut. "M-Mando! You see the ship!"

You couldn't quell your childish enthusiasm even if you were about to topple over the edge of bliss. You had never seen a ship flying through space before, despite being in one.

He only grunts in response, hands anchored to your hips—probably not even looking out the window of the cockpit but watching as he repeatedly disappears inside of you.

"Is that," you squeak for a moment when you're incapable of producing a different sound, "a X-s'wing?"

He groans again, hand returning to the back of your neck so he can lean forward and see what you were referring to out the window. The change of angle with the way you were now pressed deeper into the cockpit controls made you choke off a sob. After Hoth, he has had you in the cockpit a couple of times. None of them while you were in hyperspace, thankfully, but it is probably his favorite spot. You make a mental note and sacrifice that fact that after each time, your breasts are dented with the outlines of levers and buttons.

"Transport ship," he bites out, harsh, unimpressed.

Stupid girl, you could all but hear him say, everyone knows that. But you fall over the edge before you can give it another thought.

—-

"The soup is on the stove," you hum, looking up from your latest drawing, "we gotta eat the last of the fresh stuff before it goes bad."

He doesn't respond; he just opens the lid and looks down at the pot. Examining the contents with tense shoulders.

"I uh." He grabs a bowl from the cabinet - still not speaking. "I will get more the next time we are in civilization."

He fills the bowl with the steaming broth and heads back up the ladder, not saying a word.

Okay… that was weird.

It's not that you required a thank you, in fact, you didn't care. But that was completely like night and day to how he usually is. Did you say something? The ship is so big and empty, your paths hardly cross. You normally only see him when he seeks you out for sex, and even then, you don't say much. You always try to be friendly regardless—had to be for any customer service job—and he still was tipping you fine.

You scold yourself for overanalyzing every detail. He's covered in armor; how could you know if his shoulders were tense. He hardly says anything anyways. Maybe he is dealing with a slippery bounty and was deep in thought. You were probably just being annoying by talking.

—-

"I got a perfect score on my Midi-chlorian paper! Mr. Aphra says I should enter it in the Athleticon for a scholarship. He says I actually have a good chance!"

Mazey's blue hologram beams from ear to ear. You haven't seen her this happy in months. Mando has been out for a few hours now, and you were watching the triplet sunrise out the cockpit window when she called.

"Wait, Mr. Aphra? I thought you hated him?"

"I do!" She giggles, "But he rarely gives compliments. That's why I'm so excited about it."

Her hologram flickers.

Mazey begins a heated (and somewhat angry?) rant about Midi-chlorians. She made a passionate argument supported with statistics, lab reports, and eye-witnesses… You zoned out within the first few minutes, math was never your strong suit, but you didn't stop her. You missed her inflections, the way her brows furrowed when she had an idea, or how her bottom lip caught behind her teeth. Most of all, you missed her voice. Your apartment was small for the four of you, so there was always something loud bouncing off the walls, whether it was the newest holo, Tim, or Mazey complaining about her midterms.

Mando was not much of a conversationalist. And the issue with being in space was: it's a vacuum. The sounds stopped at the occasional beeping and the steady hum of the engine.

So you enjoyed every minute here with Mazey.

"So, how much is the scholarship?"

The oranges in the sunrise slowly fade into soft pinks.

She swallowed, "Four years tuition, housing, and transport fees for the whole family."

Holy bantha dung.

It's a way out.

"Mazey," you murmur, "It's okay if you don't get it. We will make do either way."

"Let me hope," she whispers. You both know throwing everything away on a whim is dangerous—plenty of people in Canto Bight can tell you that—but hope is what keeps you fighting another day. What gets you out of bed every morning.

It is even more dangerous— and crushing.

"We will make do either way," you repeat, but the faraway look in her eyes tells you she didn't really hear.

"How is your," she pauses, "mechanic job?"

Mazey is too smart to be stuck on Cantonica.

"Good!" you choke on your spit, "lots of stuff to do!"

"Hmm," her eyes narrow, "the credits roll in at odd hours of the day. And in seemingly random intervals."

She knows. And you know she knows you know. Whatever that means.

You gather your completion, "That must be a holo glitch of some sort. I will see what I can do. But besides that, you guys are getting the credits, okay?"

The warmth in her face and the sparkle in her eye returns, "Yes. Mom got through another round of medicine without any checks bouncing. Oh and Ti—"

"HI, SIS!" You see Tim's nose flashes across the holo.

"Hey, bud!" You laugh, "What's new with you?"

"Look," he squeals, a noise you didn't realize you missed, "I got a toy from the cereal!"

"Yes," Mazey explains, "we splurged and got Tim the cereal with the mystery…"

She trails off, suddenly looking sad, regretful.

Her eyes darted up quickly to meet yours, "I'm sorry, is that—"

"No," you interrupt without thinking twice, "buy him the cereal he likes."

Then softer, "Please."

You both exchange a look, an acknowledgment for words you would never dare to speak. Words she eloquently avoids and makes you feel comforted all the same.

"If at any point you want to come home, you can. We will make do either way."

Mazey just paraphrased what you had told her moments before. But the thing is: there is no other way.

In Cantonica, there is only gambling.

And pleasure.

You've already sold your soul.

"But you are not going to do that, are you?"

"No. I'm not."

——

You spoke with Mazey and Tim until the Batuu sunrise lost its color and sent strips of light into the cockpit.

Now, with Mando's gruffed permission—he still seemed off— to leave and shop around at the nearby market stalls, you took a deep breath and enjoyed the clean, crisp air.

Batuu was quite simply beautiful but not in the rolling hills traditional sense. Yes, the planet had a fair share of those too, but the towering rocks gave Batuu a storied past.

You follow along a river; a group of kids swing off a rope tied to a tree into the creek. You chuckle as you pass. Finally, the marks in the path became denser indicating you were getting closer.

The marketplace here was more developed than the one in Takodana; each trading post was a stand-alone domed building surrounded by the iconic chiseled rocks.

You look up past the tops of the domes to see the trees resting at the very tops of the rock tower and above them, the swirling clouds and the soft triplet suns.

You return your gaze to the shop in front of you, there were fruits you recognized, thanks to your holo shows, from all across the galaxy. More fruits still you had never seen before.

But you feel obligated to enter when your eyes meet the shop owner, an older woman with a bird resting on her shoulder and a pink hat.

"Bright suns," you smile, the traditional Batuu greeting.

"Bright suns indeed," she echoed, encouraging you to explore further into the store.

"Do you barter instead of taking credits here?" You ask, removing your charcoals and paper from the bag you brought with you.

The woman gave you a curious look, and the bird tilts its head to the side.

"I'd like to make an offer."

——

Your journey back to the ship was strenuous because you carried so many bags.

The woman loved the drawing of the bird so much she had you meet all of her friends… who also just so happened to be shop owners… who also all loved your drawing of her bird.

You carried produce and snacks from a total of 15 different planets, outer rim, and core worlds alike. You just unlocked a world of recipes.

You are torn from your thoughts with a bang. A man stands down the trail aways down; he had sent his foot into the side of his hovercart. Well, it currently wasn't a hovercart. The vehicle was broken down and smoking.

The man, who still has not seen you yet, drops his head between his shoulders in frustration.

"I don't know what we are going to do, kid. Got any suggestions?"

You heard a defeated noise come from a small bundle of blankets sitting in the cart.

The man laughs, "I don't think kicking it again will do it any good."

You step on an unfortunately placed stick, and his head whips up over to you before relaxing.

"Bright suns," he greets, but there is still a layer of frustration behind his voice.

"Bright suns," you repeat, "in need of a mechanic?"

That's when you realize: he's attractive… and missing three fingers.

His hair sits in a dark brown mop atop his head but becomes black where the sweat has glued it around his temple. He has a sharp jaw, not as broad as Mando but probably a few inches taller (if that was even possible).

He was covered in dirt and grease, but you could tell that was the norm. His hands had noticeable nicks and cuts, and, oh, he was missing his ring, middle, and index fingers on his right hand.

"Ideally, yes," he muses before trailing off.

But he didn't need to say the rest because you already have a thousand times before: credits.

There is another sad noise from the bundle of blankets. It's a child with a mop of hair just like the man's.

The man looks down at the kid and grimaces. Your heart aches.

"Can I take a look? I've worked a few mechanic jobs in the past. We might get lucky."

"I-I don't have many credits to offer you."

"I can tell," you gesture to the dent in the side of the cart that was made by his foot.

He blushes and avoids your gaze.

It's endearing.

—-

After inspecting the damage and realizing you don't have the tools you need to fix it, you follow him back to his farm - your groceries hidden in the shade of a nearby tree.

You learn how he lost his fingers; it was relatively recently in a farm equipment accident. He said he was lucky to just get his pinky away from the blades quick enough.

It makes you laugh.

The farm had a charm to it. Fields were rested upon sloping hills and interrupted by the occasional rock tower. Droids carrying baskets of wheat hummed in the distance. There was the creek of the old wood of the farmhouse. It also had a domed roof and a cozy interior with an unexpected amount of paintings lining the walls.

"My husband was an artist," he gestures loosely across the room, keeping his head down as he pours you a glass and hands it to you, "here."

You noticed the past tense. And if the art is still on the wall…

He leaves the room for a moment, ducking under the lowered door frame with beads. The child looks at you with a lopsided smile.

You swirl the drink in your hands, the ice clinking against the side of the glass, which prompts the kid to clap his hands in amusement.

The man returns with a toolbox and some gloves; he smiles when he sees that the kid is happy.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

—-

"It will take me a couple of days, but I can do it," you shout from under the cart, "just don't be speeding in this thing."

"Wasn't planning on it," he gruffs.

You shimmy out from under the vehicle, the notorious stains along your cheek and hands. Unfortunately, the 'shimmy' disrupted the shirt you were wearing, and the extremely intentional placement of your hair—Mando's bite mark was still very obvious on your neck.

You felt the moment his eyes found the mark, as they fixed on your neck. You, rather too quickly, fling your sweaty hair to cover the spot with a snort.

You suppose it could have been worse. He could have seen the band on your arm too.

Knowing he was caught, his hazel eyes snapped back to yours, his blush returning.

Neither of you mentions it out loud. You just grab a quick drink and shimmy back under the cart.

___

You were right. It took you precisely two days to fix the cart. But eventually, with a cough and sputter, the rust bucket was able to continue its journey.

After the cart is 'fixed,' he invites you to tinker around the farm. Each day Mando is gone, you come back and fix whatever project needs it the most. It's nice; you get to be out of the ship and enjoy the clean, non-polluted or filtered, air.

You never learn the man's name, and he never asks for yours. Such information is rarely given out freely in the outer rim. Stories, however, are free game.

He learns about you and the jars you are going to bring back home.

"I know a spot!"

He brings you to a creek on the edge of his farm. The bank has mosses, flowers, critters, and rocks smoothed from years of being under the gentle current.

"It's perfect, thank you."

You work together to craft the terrarium. You place in stones and dirt to act as a filter, and then you begin on the hardscape. The kid wobbles up to you, dripping from playing in the creek, and hands you the perfect stone. You place it up right next to a mini tree you had crafted, the rock structure an excellent resemblance.

He gives you a string and tag, and you label the jar.

Batuu

You learn about him and his son. His husband passed a few years back. He keeps his art on the walls as a reminder of the man he once knew. But the art supplies stay stored away—untouched.

"Really, I can't," you gesture to the small coloring pencil set he hands you one day after lunch, "this must have meant a lot to him. I can't just take it."

"Nonsense! You think he would want it wasting away covered in dust?" He maneuvers the set in his hands, the pencils nearly falling out because of his hindered grip.

You wanted to tell him that there were plenty of other art forms that did not require a stable hand, but the look in his eyes told you he wasn't interested.

"Thank you."

With the set, you draw a portrait of the kid with the colors he chose. You made the drawing as realistic as possible, besides the fact he only let you use red, blue, and green.

He loves the offering so much he shrieks and busts out with giggles.

It makes you homesick.

You know the substitute teacher back in Canto Bight your students are left with in your absence… and he is very capable… it's just that you miss coming up with the art projects for the little ones to do and seeing what they end up with. More often than not, their little creations do not resemble the original—and that's your favorite part of the job.

——

On the 8th day, Mando has been gone, your stomach starts to get queasy.

It is a concoction of financial anxiety, fear of his safety, and the one that has your gut-churning the most painfully: homesickness.

You are walking to the farm to tinker some more, except there is nothing but the bubbling creek and distant birds chirping to slow your racing mind.

The credits are good. You tell yourself over and over. It sounded like there was extra this time around… well enough for Mazey to let Tim get the cereal with the toy.

The thought makes you smile: this is worth it. Stability and security are worth it. You just have to hold out for about five more months. The credits are good. You are doing good. Mazey will get her scholarship. It will be okay.

It will be okay. Except it wasn't. Those were the words mom told you when she got her diagnosis.

If she passes—you should be there.

Yet here you were, multiple hyperspace jumps away with a bounty hunter.

No, don't think like that. She is strong. Stronger than yourself, stronger than he ever was.

She will be on her feet soon. It will be okay. She will be another source of income, working her odd jobs, like she always used to enjoy. It will be okay.

Your homesickness fades to a warm simmer near your heart. You wonder what shows Tim is watching or if he has made any more friends at school.

You snort a laugh as you keep walking, thinking about all the boys Mazey has turned down because she was "too busy" or "I have to study." She didn't like any of the options in Canto Bight.

Not recently, but at least once a month, the stars would align, and she would spend her free time with you. You would drive around the beach or the upper city laughing for hours—passing plenty of boys as you went.

She would never partake—but you would.

Most experiences were sticky and regrettable… but the Mandalorian… was an anomaly. It probably was the armor or the vocabulator—he made you kriffing feral.

You continue on the upward sloping path for a little longer. So as a sharp ray of light hits your eyes, you are still thinking of Mando. You track the insulting light to its source, and your heart curdles.

Did you summon him with your thoughts?!

You have to look a fair way down, not realizing how high the trail went when you were not paying attention, but Mando is standing there staring up at you.

"Got the bounty," he greets.

"It took a while," you tease, sensing an opportunity, "I've missed you."

You rock back and forth on your heels, and hands folded sweetly at your front.

"My fingers just don't compare."

Did you just go days without seeing each other and that's the first thing you say? Yes. You suppose you are just in one of those moods. And credits have been rolling around your mind since your holo call with Mazey.

You hear the growl even though you are about triple his height above him. Apparently he is in one of those moods too.

"Let's get you back to the ship then." He cocks his helmet in that direction, urging you to come down, masking his need for yours.

You won't let that fly.

"After making me wait this long? I think you should work for it."

And then you do somthing stupid.

Fueled by an inordinate amount of lust and desire for credits that would make a Canto Bight gambler proud—you lift up your top, bra, and all for just a millisecond— and book it in the opposite direction.

You've never heard Mando raise his voice… but you think he does now.

You won't ever know, of course because your lungs are exploding in your chest as your legs carry you as fast as you can run. It's been ages since you've run like this. You can't even explain why you are running—you just do; it just feels like you should.

Mando won't get to you right away. The hill was too steep to climb; he would have to go around. Since your half-baked idea to get more credits involves running: you need as good of a headstart as you can get.

A Mandalorian is paying you for sex, and you just told him he has to work for it, flashed him, then ran away. You're dead.

Holy bantha dung, you are running from a Mandalorian whose stride dwarfs you by a laughable amount.

You nearly blow straight over into the creek, stumbling to catch yourself, then you continue following the river upstream—pulse in your ears.

Your foot snags on a stick, and you stagger, but you don't fall completely. There was this strange feeling, like he is everywhere, on your tail, watching you struggle.

Maker, you feel like prey right now.

You shriek as you round a bend and slam straight into his chest plate like those cheesy horror holos.

Well, that didn't last long.

It's his profession, what were you expecting? A fair fight?

To your surprise, he stumbles back too, not expecting the blow from you either, and you continue past him, air rushing through the modulator. He grabs the clothes along your bicep, but you already have too much momentum, and the grip is lost instantly. Triumph surges through your veins, and you run faster.

Holy bantha dung, you just escaped the clutches of an infamous bounty hunter.

You're wet.

With painfully few options and the river at your side, you scramble up the branches of the nearest tree, the bark scrapping your palms as you scoot upwards. Animal instincts for flight kicking in. Climb Climb Climb. Escape.

Another scream parts your lips as his hand grabs your boot.

Escape.

With light kicks that assist in your ascent up the tree, you sacrifice the boot for the greater good.

You are nimble and flexible. He is strong and sturdy.

Mando can't climb trees.

With a growl, he throws the footwear back at you. It ironically hits your now cold sock-covered foot.

Your panicked scramble successfully led you just out of his grasp. But he stood at the base of the tree, like a wolf; he was willing to wait till his prey became desperate enough for food or water and come down into his clutches. He was going to starve you out. You gush, then sigh, another pair of panties ruined.

"Joey," his voice is calm, the calmest you have ever heard, "come down now."

He paces at the base of the tree.

"Eight whole days Mando," you whine, biting your bottom lip for extra impact.

"The bounty—"he stops his excuses immediately as you sit down on the sturdy branch - letting your legs dangle off the sides with your feet just out of his reach if he jumps.

He had a jetpack. You both know that would be cheating.

You spread your legs obscenely wide, so he could see from below, then drop your hand to relieve your growing needs from the outside of your clothing.

To your utter delight, he growls again. Maker, with the modulator, even his voice fits the part.

Only a few spirals in, your leg hits something closer to the base of the tree. You think it is a vine, but Batuu doesn't really have that kind of vegetation.

You squeal: it's that rope those kids were swinging on earlier!

"Joey! Don't even think abou—"

Too late.

You had a death grip around the rope and jumped. The slack looped around the tree ends abruptly mid-decent and sends you swinging over the creek below.

You look down at the swirling water. It was probably cold… you wanted sex, not a bath.

The rope leads you well onto the other side of the creek, but before you have the reaction to jump off—it begins to swing back towards Mando's waiting arms.

In horror, you let go as is without looking down to double-check. One leg hits land. The other hits water. You yelp as the cold licks all the way up to your knee. But you are already scrambling to shore.

You risk a glance back, and the Mandalorian is already running from view - trying to find a way to cross that did not involve getting soaked.

About five excruciating minutes pass. After the initial run away from the creek, you slowed to hear your surroundings. There was just the distant creek babbling and birds chirping - no Mando.

With slight confidence you were not being directly followed, you stepped out into a clearing, wanting a break from the sticks and rocks constantly assaulting your (now ripped) sock. The marketplace is visible down the sloping hill, but it was aways away: about the size of your thumb held out in front of you.

You take another tentative step forward, then another. The ground was softer here; there were no trees to disrupt the soil, which was good for your foot and bad for cover. There were also fewer rocks, with only one large stone pillar placed off center in the clearing. It was also noticeably muddier.

Birds from a tree behind you let out an alarming chirp, and the group flew away. You stop, searching your surroundings once again—still nothing.

But you didn't need to see proof. The winds had changed; you felt the flutter in your stomach—you were being watched.

You stumble back in alarm. Your chaser took notice and barreled from the shadows, but there were no trees close enough this time. The chase was as good as over. But Maker, you could still try.

Your heart thundered like a drum against your ribs: feet flying faster than they may have ever before, adrenaline roaring. But it wasn't good enough. Mando caught you in seconds, gaining too much ground too quickly— your attempt was laughable. Then he is barreling into you, hooking an arm around your stomach and yanking you backward—knocking you both to the ground. He rolled under you, letting his armored back take the worst of your fall with a grunt, skidding you both to a stop.

You still lay there for a moment, useless with all the air vanished from your lungs. You try to struggle off of him, but the positioning makes it almost impossible with the strength of his arms fastened around your stomach (also not helping your air situation). So you stay pinned tight as you wrestle and writhe to lift against him in the grass.

"Trying to run away like a little bounty?" he snarls in your ear, "you want me to catch you, use you, and throw you in carbonite?"

"Just the second one," you manage to grit out, finally taking in a full ragged breath.

"Kriff," he spits.

He puts more pressure on his grip around you, trying to flip you both so that he has more leverage.

You release a strangled sound towards the clouds and push back against him. In your struggle, you feel a hardness against your ass that was most definitely not his armor. You grind back against it. He sucks in a burst of air and momentarily loosens his hold. Then, with a strangled cry, you are able to squirm from him and start crawling away, pulling at the grass to drag you forwards.

Before you could make your escape, he heaves over and wraps a hand around your ankle, pulling down the fabric of your pants. Your attempt to claw free shimmies your pants over the swell of your ass. You flounder, fine with losing your pants and your boot if he is the one paying for it. The fabric bunching at your thighs restricts your movement, and you can't claw forwards because of the grip on your ankle keeping your leg on the ground.

With pure brute strength, he pulls you back under him by your leg, sending you sliding backward in the mud. He clambers on top of you, limiting your odds of breaking free. You lean into a roll and actually manage to buckle his arm that was supporting his weight.

Mando falls perfectly right between your legs.

Finally, a different position at last!

Now is your chance to show him some skill. That you're more than something to merely drill into for the quickest high. The visor is inches from your nose, forearms planted on either side of your head. Your fight subdued for the moment. You strain to see beyond the tinted glass to no avail, and the proximity makes heat lick up the sides of your neck despite the cool dirt.

"Take me," you whisper sweetly in his ear.

Just as you start to wrap your legs around his waist, Mando sits half-up, gloves clamped to your hips and flips you around under him. Your knees barely have enough time to buckle as his hand secures itself on the back of your neck, putting light force until your face is pinned to the dirt—ass in the air.

Come on! Didn't this man want variety?!

It would be almost comical apart from the growing soreness in your neck each morning.

He yanks down your panties to join the rest of the bunched clothes at your knees. You feel a long, warm trail of slick leading to your ruined undergarment.

Maybe, you think for a moment, if you can get away from him one last time, you'll be able to change positions. Despite the pressure on your neck, you squirm your bare ass forwards, hands clawing uselessly at the grass.

Mando follows forwards with your movements easily, and you hear a zipper. With one last failed lunge forwards, you feel the head of him notch at your entrance and plunges six inches—with room to spare— deep inside of you, guided only by your built-up arousal.

"Joey," he asks surprisingly softly, "this -kirff- this still okay? I—"

You nod against his hand. You think he nods too behind you.

With the confirmation, he continues. His hips drag backward, cock following, before slamming fully back into you. The hand on your neck unintentionally becomes heavier, burying half your face in the dirt. You know your knees were not in any better shape. From what you could see, you both had absolutely desecrated the surrounding grass. Honestly, you never realized you could relate to trampled grass before. You were so exhausted from running and then wrestling that you didn't have the energy during sex. You gladly took what he was giving you, at his speed, gasping or whining softly with each hard measured thrust as he filled you again and again.

In your haze, you remembered comparing him to the predacious hunter. Which, you were now experiencing the full effect of - mating like animals in the dirt. Though you didn't think this would end up with you in carbonite, you pocketed the realization he, too, is enjoying you being his bounty.

The realization makes you, somehow, even wetter. He notices too, grumbling a quick something like, "feels s'good Joey," before picking up the rhythm and returning to your usual (almost) silence.

He locks both hands to your hips, hauling you towards him with more strength than before. You whimper and sprawl your hands forward. He was pinning you. Pummeling into you. It was heaven and hell. It didn't matter how much grass your useless arms uprooted from the dirt— you were being claimed so thoroughly.

You hit your high, back arching against him as he continues the pace through your soft noises.

He follows soon after, collapsing on top of you, gasping for breath in your ear as his helmet rested on your shoulder.

Mando double taps the band on your arm, and the light turns green.

"Thank you." But the murmur is half lost in the dirt.

He pulls you up, and your head swims slightly, eyes adjusting to the scene of the partially crushed field around you and the incoming light you had missed while being pressed into the dirt by a Mandalorian. You stretch and crack your back and neck. Maker, you are completely covered in dirt. Both of your knees are caked with mud, but you bare most of the dirt: hands and arms, shins, breasts, and half your face. Even your hair was probably completely disheveled. You look like someone who just got their brains pounded out… and it was amazing.

The Mandalorian stood to full length behind you, each time taller than you remembered. Yeah, you really did not have much of a chance trying to wrestle him. He held out a gloved hand, and you took it, standing with unsteady legs. Your panties were soaked and cold putting back on; you felt dirty, disgusting, and numb from bliss.

"Let's head back." His voice was trimmed, professional. Just like he had been before he left. Cold.

That's when you remember.

"I need to let this farmer know I won't be able to help him anymore, I shouldn't be gone for more than a few extra minutes if that's okay."

You didn't realize Mando would take those words completely differently.

"You should see his kid," you continue too out of it to be aware of his body language, "he is this tall." You lower your hand to below your waist as a measurement. "The cutest little thing. I was helping him chase a frog."

This time you do notice Mando stiffens. Undoubtedly, even if you could not read his visor. But you couldn't place what you had done.

He snaps the harshest he has spoken to you, interrupting, "If you aren't back in time, I'm leaving you behind."

You flinch.

He turns on his heel and leaves in the direction you think his ship is.

—-

Tears threaten the corners of your eyes.

You can't lose this job. You can't lose this job. You can't mess up. If Mazey doesn't get her scholarship, you will be right back where you started. The lights will go out again. You can’t lose this job. What did you do wrong? You can't afford to mess up.

It plays like an anthem in your head, ringing over and over again.

You're stiff, sore, and covered in mud by the time you stumble onto the farm. They spot you immediately. He was working on some crops while the kid was sitting, playing, or keeping watch for you next to him. The kid excitedly claps his hands when he spots you and pokes his father. He turns around, and waves but his smile falters as you approach.

"Hey," he murmurs, "are you okay?"

"Yes," you lie, "I uh. Fell."

On half your face? Was left unspoken.

He doesn't seem to fully believe you, but you continue anyway. You explained your time on Batuu was coming to an end. And that it was nice getting to know him and his son. You will miss them.

He hands you a small set of watercolors and a single frayed brush he had found as a thank you. You enjoyed helping; it was fun. Inspiration wasn't striking just yet, you still felt… worried. But you thanked him for his kindness, and maybe one day your paths will cross again.

"May the spires keep you." You exchange the Batuu farewell.

——

The ship was still there by the time you returned.

You stumble up the ramp and into the hold, sad and confused.

It closes behind you as soon as you're in. The ship takes off and leaves Batuu without a single word from Mando.

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My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (2/4)

SPOILERS ALERT!!!

For now, nothing to complain about! We got Nya, we got MAYA AND RAY, we got GILES PANTON BACK A LEGO SHOW!!! 😍😍😍

Of course now I'm definitely curious about what the story is really about, like I'm guessing Wojira will wake up at some point so... Great Devourer all over again maybe? 😅 Idk, for now I just wanna enjoy Nya having her moment 🥳

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

New alert for reader, during the Nexo Knights period I was and still am the hugest Clay fan. Now that his voice is in this season I might scream more than necessary... keep that in mind 😅

I love the humor in this, all random but still kinda clever 😂😂 Maybe I'm biased because I love Jay but still 🤷‍♀️

I really like the design of the marine world, very cool!! 🌊🌊🌊

I guess I'm not really seeing any big plot twist moment for now? Ninjago seasons have history of basing seasons on a "we need to prevent this event from happening but it will happen anyway", so I can see Wojira waking up no matter what 🤷‍♀️

I wonder if that will be shocking? Usually when this situation happen, someone makes a major sacrifice (Zane with the Overlord, sensei Garmaron with Chen, again sensei G with the Preeminent...). Maybe Maya? I DON'T WANT THAT 😭 But I am curious, everything is going nicely and I'm not sure what it will bring! 🤩 I'M EXCITED SO LET'S GO!!!

THE WRATH OF KALMAAR

So this is the name of Clay's new incarnation, neat! 👍

Okay really, for having a season lately the main character just can't help but be trapped by the villain: kinda Zane in the ICE Chapter, Jay in Prime Empire, Cole in Master of the Mountain... we can call it a tradition at this point 🤷‍♀️

Giant serpent, yadda yadda, I wonder if we're gonna address the Great Devourer at some point? Not mandatory, but the reference would be very cool 🤩

Clay's new incarnation is a prince I- *hyperventilates in awe*

Nya playing dumb lol, I don't know if that's personal experience as she used to get kidnapped a lot in the past or she just have too many idiots in her life 😂

ALSO ANOTHER BEST GIRL'S SMIRK

NYA YOU'RE TOO MUCH ILY ❤💙❤💙

Jay I love that you're so worried about Nya but maybe try NOT TO DIE? YOU'RE WITH LLOYD AND ZANE YET YOU'RE THE ONE GOING FOR THE SACRIFICE WTH?? 😱 But he's worried about his cool GF I kinda get it, also he didn't do it so good...

WHAT. THE. HECK.

WHO ARE YOU OH MY FIRST SPINJITZU MASTER YOU'RE ADORABLE I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YOU ABSOLUTE CUTIE 🤩🤩🤩

So Giles is doomed to voice LEGO characters with daddy issues 😂 That being not having a dad at all or having one that is... a good guy? Idk he seems chill with the surface at first glance, I wonder what's the story of this family

Maya reminds of my mom, she also mentions her work a lot and I study the same thing. But she doesn't want to brag, it gets annoying but she just wants to give me advice. It's nice to see actually 👍 Also Ray reference NEAT ❤❤❤

Wow, if any child-parent couple of this show was doomed at going semi Emperor's New Groove style, I would've bet on Ed and Jay honestly 😅

Oh HECK yes I knew that with my water girls things were BOUND to get cool 😎 ... yeah I know where the door is *goes away*

JAY NO WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TRYING TO DIE STOP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! 😱😱😱

My GOSH that scared the crap out of me 😅 Jay honey we have too many deaths in this team, you're not helping... BUT YOU POWERED AN ENTIRE SHIP BECAUSE YOU LOVE NYA AND YOU DIDN'T DIE AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BLUEBELL 💙💙💙

They were all so worried, I love this ninja family so freaking much 💜💜💜 Also better not tell this one to his GF 😂

And Bluebell?

Welcome to the "change eye color because of elemental power" team! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE I LOVE WHEN IT HAPPENS!!! 😍😍😍

Awww, Zane letting Jay be the captain, that was so cute of him 💕

Another great episode! Doing great so far but I still wonder if we got into the main story. Feels like there should be more, well we got time! Next one! 😊

LONG LIVE THE KING

Sooooo... that's one very telling title 😅 If we're going full Lion King on this one, I think I know where this is going 😵

Maya: Don't they know that metal taste terrible?!? (Again feels like Kai could say something like this 😂)

FINALLY NYA USING FREAKING WATER POWERS UNDER THE SEA!!! Thank you Maya for saying out loud what we were all thinking 👌👌

NINJA TO THE RESCUE!!!

Pff, okay, the fact that Kalmaar is all evil and cruel and then he gets startled like that, it's kind or adorable! 💕 Honestly Giles got such a deep voice, with Clay it was firm warm and reassuring, here we got plain devious and I ADORE it 😍😍😍

Maya come on don't doubt your daughter 😅 But I like her, and if she knew Nya they way we all do she wouldn't doubt that she could make it every time 😎

Yeah I was right, the king seems chill... oww I fear what's coming then 😳

Okay, so Kalmaar thinks that the world should go back to be lead by them like in the past, while the king just wants peace with the surface. And as we know, no drama no season so...

Yep, saw the death coming 😅

WHOA DID NOT SEE THAT LITTLE BLAME ACT COMING KALMAAR IS SO EVIL!!!... with a glorious voice but still (Rose focus on something that is not that godlike voice, you can do it 💪💪)

THE OLD ONE TWO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH COMBO ATTACK!!! 🌊❄🌊❄

Awww Benthomaar is actually really cute, he's so worried about his father 😢 And he's adopted apparently? I wanna know the story!!! 🤩🤩

Yep, there's the reason why Zane got a mask even though he doesn't need one, it completes his attire 😂😂😂 My gosh how I love this nindroid ❄

Did... did Jay just say phooey? Dude Ducktales ended a while ago but I'm still not over it 😭

I said it once before I'll say it again, Ninjago is really REALLY good at making death scenes. Like, omg, I genuinely felt sorry for them 😢😢 I also really liked that the king didn't ask to be avenged, he still wanted peace and he asked his son to protect the ninja and he cried actual tears...

MY HEART WTH 😭😭😭 So we're adding this to the real tears moments of the show, with Jay crying over pie, Zane with the flashback of his dad, Jay crying over Nya and Lloyd thinking the ninja are gone... my world this show is angsty 🙂

Third startle for prince Kalmaar, I love the gag 😂 Oh wait, king Kalmaar 🤷‍♀️

Okay, we got a coup, the ninja running away because they got framed, Benthomaar is most likely going to join them or at least help them, I guess Wojira will come out at some point while... Kai, Ray and Cole are still playing videogames? 😅

THIS IS GETTING COOL I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT AAAAHHH HECK YES THERE IS THE HYPE!!! 😍😍😍

Although I hope we get more stuff with Nya and Maya, that's what I like 🤩

ESCAPE FROM MERLOPIA

I'm good at English and I can follow most of it, but the fantasy names are tricky so I didn't get before that this was the name of the place 😅 It's nice, at least it's not another Atlantis 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

LLOYD I SWEAR TO YOUR GRANDPA IF YOU TRY TO DIE AGAIN 😱

NYA YOU ARE NOT A GOOD SUBSTITUTE NONE OF YOU ARE OMG 😱😱

Ah, there he is, my new son Benthomaar 💙 He is so lovable already, I know nearly nothing about him and I like his character already a lot! He could relate with all of the ninja really, but maybe with Jay the most? They were both adopted after all 🤔🤔

*scribble note for a fanfic for later if this doesn't come up in the season*

Alright moving on 😗

I am so happy Nya gets a season, Kelly got a great emotional range that doesn't come out often in my opinion, but with a full introspection of water goddess we are all blessed by her voice acting 😍

Gotta say, admitting that Bentho didn't have to help them to answer the usual 'Can we trust him' question is pretty reasonable, like, better than other stupid answers 😅

Also don't mind me

Just screenshotting by ship 💙❤💙❤

Somehow lately we are letting Jay do the talking and I both hate and LOVE the fact 😂😂 Plain Bluebell nonsense, heck yes that's my jam👌👌

MAYA IS SO COOL OMG 🤩🤩

I literally can't not laugh at the startle gag with Kalmaar 😂

LLOYD WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT SELF SACRIFICING!! PLEASE IT'S NOT EVEN YOUR SEASON!! 😱😱😱😱

Aww Jay is still the Captain, nice! Wonder if it's giving him Skybound flashbacks... I hope not considering all he went through that time, poor Sparky 😅😅

ARE THOSE LITTLE WU ROCKETS?? 🤯

Can we skip a season and hang out with Pixal one time? I really wanna know how she organizes her free time to create these things 😍😍😍

THANK YOU LLOYD FOR NOT DYING ONCE AGAIN, MUCH APPRECIATED!!! 💚💚💚 My green bean needs a vacation... they all do 😅

THEY ARE

SO BEAUTIFUL 💙🌊💙🌊

Alright, back to the island hoping Kalmaar will not track us and follow us so he can get to the place and discover the amulet 🙂

Are we not calling the others? I miss my flame babe and Rocky ❤🖤❤🖤 Also RAY WATCHA DOIN I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING 🤩🤩

THE TALE OF BENTHOMAAR

Wait what? Shark boy backstory? SHARK BOY BACKSTORY?!? 👀👀👀

Wow, I see that Kalmaar didn't change a thing growing up, still the same gonna-be-a-villain 😂 Of course his voice got a lot deeper and cool and okay you know I love his voice moving on

I find it kinda funny that Kalmaar is so focused on royal blood and superiority, while Clay was basically a farm boy who worked his way up. Giles knows how to get the character no matter what 😍

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

BABY BENTHOMAAR AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

The king seems like such a good pers- fish- creature 😅 Now I'm double sad that he died, my world, why do I always care so fast, it's not healthy in this show where everyone could die 😰😰

I'M SORRY IS THAT KAI'S HAIR??? 😂😂😂 I LITERALLY CAN'T LOOK AWAY WTH I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS

Literally every frame of Benthomaar makes me love him even more 😢

Interesting that we got an academic villain, he kinda reminds me of Clouse in a way, maybe even Harumi since she studied her way to her plan as well? I like that we got a bit of personality too!

Using your little bro for your own purpose... it's very evil but kinda also brotherly like 😂

Benthomaar really gives me that very PRECIOUS vibe, kinda the perfect son but also a naive and unaware BABY 💙

LEGO HUG 🤩🤩 Not exactly reciprocated but still 😅

Ooohhh, so this is how he found the temple! I like this, it shows that Bentho is most likely physically stronger than Kalmaar, while evil brother is focused on brain and studies. They are planned differently, I like it! 😚😚

Ouch, peer pressure... sibling pressure? Eh you get what I mean 😂

POOR BENTHO 😭😭😭 YOU GOT THE NINJA NOW DON'T WORRY WE'RE NEVER GONNA LEAVE YOU ALONE YOU PRECIOUS SHARK BABY!! 🦈🦈🦈

Bentho: will I really fit in with you guys? Do you really understand how I feel?

Lloyd: Jay was adopted, Nya's parents were gone most of her life, Zane lost his father while mine turned evil

Bentho(tearing up): yeah that can work

Okaaaaayyyyy, I like that we got a bit of backstory for Bentho too! We didn't get much for Vanya in Master of the Mountain, which is the only thing I was sad about (very little detail, AMAZING season 🖤🖤🖤), nice to see it here!!

But I really want more Nya and Maya interactions, I hope we'll soon get to them again!! 😍😍😍

Alright, getting somewhere here! I'm very curious about what's next 🤩🤩

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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Dangerous Love (Pt. 08 of 13)

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader

Word count: 2.9K

Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?

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Home isn't Always a Place

You're pushed forward, a gun on your back. You step down the ramp, the sunlight blinding you for a while. The headquarters were built here, in some sort of field. There as soldiers everywhere, and they're immediately aware of you. Of course they are, you're a threat. With a gun on your hand, seven bullets means seven men on the ground, crying in pain. You hardly miss.

“Sister!” A yell gets your attention, and you turn to its source. Harley comes running, throwing her arms around you. “So good to see you. Where have you been?”

In paradise. “Same place as I've been for the last year. Isn't it obvious?” Shrugging your shoulders casually, you try not to look to misplaced. Wait. Why would you look misplaced here?

“Well, now we get to have fun and some family bonding.” As she speaks, a soldier walking by gets her attention. “Hey, you. Can you help me with something?” She says in a flirting tone and walks away.

“Now it's a party.” A rough voice says, and you soon recognize the owner.

“Killer.” You greet him with a smile and a quick hug. “Nice to see you'll be here to have my back. Who else is here?”

“Deadshot is arguing with a soldier. Diablo is seated in some corner whining.” He smiles, gesturing at his left. “Long time no see. How's life?”

“Life's fine. As fine as it could be.” You start walking over where Deadshot is, watching as the soldier rolls his eyes. Floyd is gesticulating a lot, which means he's pissed.

“I won't have it like it was the last time. Now go, be a good puppy and tell this to your boss.” He says, turning his back at the man. “Havoc. Hi.” He says, exchanging a glance with Killercroc. “Ready for another stupid mission?”

“It's not like we have a choice, right? I–”

“Listen up, assholes! Your dirty things are in these boxes. So change and let's get the hell out of here. You have five minutes.” A man shouts, and everyone rolls their eyes.

You make your way to your things, and as you expected, your box is filled with your old clothes. All in shades of lilac, purple and pink. As usual, the soldiers just stand around you, not caring too much, as you change. You never liked that. Harley doesn't seem to care, and many eyes lay on her. But you do care. And you care a lot more now.

“Guys. A little help?”

Floyd and Killer grab some of the dark plastic bags that lie on the the floor, as you take a dark purple sleeveless jumpsuit. You move to stand near a wall, and the guys turn their backs at you, holding the bags high so you're shielded from anyone's eyes. They did the same on the first time, and you're very thankful for that.

“Thanks, guys. I'm done.” You tell them, fixing the jumpsuit on your body. The hard material makes you feel strong, like Havoc again.

“You're welcome.” Killer says.

“To the trucks! Now!” A man barks and you have no choice but to do as he says.

All of you go in the back of one of the trucks, together. Harley seems to be the only one excited about it, since she's trying to flirt with a soldier named Tom. You wonder what Joker would think about that. Oh. He's stuck on a bed for the rest of his life. He won't be saying anything, you bet.

As you move through the town, you can't help but think about what you did before leaving the house. The kiss. You can't believe you actually kissed him. What in hell were you thinking? You're very brave to do such a crazy thing like that. And you should've at least stayed to see his expression. To see if he was mad or not. But even if he didn't like it, you trust him enough to know he won't break his promise. He still keep helping you after you beat him up twice, so it's not a peck in the lips that will make him change his mind.

Being sure of this is a weird feeling. Your head is so much clearer now, you're not as scared as you were. And you're liking who you're becoming. This mission is just a inconvenience. It'll be over and you'll head back to the house, back to the way of getting a real life. A good life, a life you'll actually enjoy having.

You stop suddenly, and you're ordered out of the truck. “There's a small group here. Eyes open. They might have put mines here so... Don't blow up.”

You get two guns, one in your hand as you walk the perimeter. Harley stays close to Tom, but it doesn't bother you. You walk near Killercroc and Floyd, your head too far from this place.

“Hey.” Floyd elbows you. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I'm just... Thinking.” Shrugging your shoulders, you need to focus on being casual. “How's you daughter?”

“She's great. Best student of her class and she's in a hella good school. The best of Gotham.” He looks at the sides, making sure nobody is too close. Killercroc is a few steps ahead and he doesn't really care about these stuff anyways. “You will never guess who put her there. And also guaranteed her a good University, any one she chooses.”

“That's freaking amazing, Floyd. Who did all that?” It couldn't be Amanda. She's not that good.

“Batman.” The mention of Bruce makes you blush, your heart aching from his absence. You look down, running a hand through your hair.

“Batman? In like the man you hate with all your strength?”

“How can I hate someone who does that for my kid? No, no. I respect him. Even admire him now, doing this after I tried to kill him half a dozen times.”

“Floyd, he's...” You need to let out out your chest, and having someone to talk about it would be nice. And you know you can trust Floyd, even more now that his hate for Bruce is gone. So the words roll out your tongue in a whisper as you both stop walking. “...Batman is the one helping me... Rehabilitating me.”

“Oh. So the rumors are true. I knew they took you somewhere else, just didn't know where.”

“You two. Walk.” Someone says and you start moving again.

“Yes, he... I'm going well. I...” Floyd looks down at you, raising one eyebrow. “He said it was mostly just me, but he did help. He treated me with kindness, believed me. I don't know how to explain but I'm different.”

“I did notice something was off with you. But I'd never guess.”

“Really? I was trying to keep it cool.” As you speak, three man come from the corner, immediately shooting at you. You duck behind a car, peaking just enough to lay eyes on them and aim. But they're easily put down without you having to shoot.

“All clear!” Harley says, smiling.

“So...” You continue when you start walking downtown again. “I didn't want to come, but he promised me it would be the last time.”

“Uhm... He's making promises?”

“Yes.” You don't get his tone. “He's very kind to me. Unlike anyone else... He even threw me a birthday party.”

“Happy birthday by the way, and sorry it's a little late.” You turn the corner, carefully at first. “How kind?”

“Kind.” What else can you say? That his touch is so soft, so gentle that you couldn't help but fall in love with him? “He... Cares. I think.”

“You fell for him.” Floyd bursts out, and it's not even a question. It's an affirmative. How did he get there so fast?

But you're fast to dissimulate. “What? No.”

“It's called Stockholm Syndrome.”

“It's not like that!” You exclaim. “You know I've been kidnapped before. Twice by the Joker, who kept me hostage for five months... I did spent three of them just to play tricks on his mind and get some of his money but you get what I mean. Batman didn't held me hostage. He spoke to me, helped me get clean of the drugs they used to give me at Belle Reve, he... He won't let the door locked anymore. He wants me to be able to live in society again.”

“I was teasing you. But since you went into great lengths to defend your relationship with him... You did fell for him.”

“Shut up, Floyd.” You mutter, too much on your head. Increasing your pace, you reach Killer, walking beside him.

Your feelings are pretty clear, as much as you don't want to admit it. And hear it like that just makes it even worse. The kiss... All you think is about that kiss you shouldn't have given.

You're thankful when the action starts, because you have something else to focus on. It doesn't resumes in shooting, you eventually get into hand to hand combat. And you can deal with it pretty well. Of course, it's easier because the guys have your back. You guess they somehow noticed you have no pleasure on doing this anymore. Diablo, as usual, doesn't participate much.

When you stop, hours later, you feel your body complaining a little, but you know it'll get worse. But you also know you can deal with that. And you will, because this time you have somewhere nice to return to.

The commotion goes on for a couple of days. It gets messy, and it only gets worse when the granades start falling from the skies. You're all bruised up again, but not as bad as you were in the hell hole. How is it possible that you're in the middle of a war and you're not as much hurt as you were inside a prison?

As you approach the terrorists base, things get worse, and even the soldiers seem to get anxious. So that means they're extra evil to you. One of them denied you a bottle of water, what made Killercroc almost get his head blown out for arguing with the man. That reminds you that you don't have an explosive this time, but the soldiers told you they will put a bullet through your head if you try anything. But they can rest their minds because the only thing you want is to end this soon.

A week later, the soldiers decide to settle for the night, and push you into a half destroyed house. Harley uses all the hot water, so you have to endure the cold. But it feels good to clean up, and you can take a look at your wounds. A few cuts and purple bruises, nothing you can't deal with. The only bad part of the times you stop to rest a little before start moving again, is that your mind involuntary floats back to Bruce. You can't help it, everything comes back. When he left his gala to dance with you, the dreams, the birthday surprise, the kiss... Why can't you take this man out of your head?

You're alone in a room where half of the wall is down. The others are downstairs, but you want to be alone. You can see the stars from here, and you wonder if Bruce is staring at them too. “Hey, freak.” A soldier comes in, throwing a small radio at you, that looks like a very rustic cellphone. “Someone wants to speak to you. You have five minutes.”

Watching as he leaves, you lie back on the floor, approaching the radio from your ear and mouth. You know who it is, and your stomach goes crazy, with a thousand butterflies flying around.

“Hi.” He answers. “How are you?”

His voice is so familiar, like home. “I'm surviving. Enduring. Just want this to be over soon.”

“It will. And you'll be back here.”

“I hope so... We're near their base now. So only a couple of days more and we'll reach it. Take them down.” You close your eyes, hoping that his voice will be enough to make you dream of him tonight. You would give anything to have him here... Or to be back home. You mean, back at his house. “How's everything there?" Stupid question, he's fine, everything is fine.

“It's weird not to have you here.”

A smile comes to your lips. “Is it?” You whisper, taking a deep breath. You're scared you'll lose control, and the words will roll out your tongue. “Our time is almost over but... Thank you, I... It's good to speak to you.”

“Just remember I'm waiting for you.” You hear his heavy breath, as if he's suffering too, tired, exhausted.

Then you hear a little static, and you know he's gone... There's a weight on your chest and you can't help but let a single tear roll down your cheek. You keep the radio near your face, as if you could hold Bruce with a little longer. “I miss you so much.” You say, barely recognizing your weak voice.

“I miss you too.” The sudden answer scares you, your eyes widened.

“I- I thought you hanged up.”

“No, I'm still here. And I miss you very much, sweetheart.”

The pet name makes you lose it, and now you're crying. “Bruce, I–”

“Time's up, Havoc.” The soldier comes back, hand reached out. “Say goodbye to your protector.”

“I gotta go. I... I miss you.” You burst out before another sentence, far more dangerous, leaves your lips. You give the man the radio back, curling up on the floor, bracing yourself.

From tomorrow, you'll fight harder. You need to go back.

• • •

“Their base–” The soldier who announces is shot in the throat, right beside you. You're duck behind the barricades, waiting for the big guns to arrive. You cannot approach with the risk of being blown up, and they're not allowed to spend you just yet.

“That's it. Shoot to kill, that's an order.” The commandant yells, and the bodies start dropping faster. But not from your gun. You keep aiming for their knees, but another bullet always finds the man you leave collapsed on the floor. “Are you deaf, slut?” He barks at you, leaving his post and pulling you up by the shoulders. “Don't you think you can trick me just because the Bat took you into his wings. Do what you do best and kill those terrorists.”

“I don't kill, sarg.” You tell him, making your way back to your post. But the grabs your arm violently, squeezing right on a wound you got. You groan, trying to pull away.

“You don't kill? Nice try. You will do as I say!” He yells right to your face, and you can feel his disgusting breath. But you won't back down, and you won't take a life just because he told you to.

“I don't kill.” You repeat, standing as tall as you can, head up raised up to look the man in the eye.

His gun makes sudden contact with your face, in the apple on the right cheek. Your head jerks to the side, and you're knocked down, a sharp pain spreading through the skull.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” Killercroc comes running, and you see through the corner of your eyes as he engages in a fight with the man.

You're done here. Crawling away from the fight, you hide yourself behind a building, seated on the floor and resting your back against the wall. They seem to be dealing with that very well, so they don't need you. You're tired of fighting, tired of being in pain.

“Havoc?” Floyd calls, startling you a little. “Are you ok? Your cheek is–”

I'm (Y/N). “Yes, I'm ok. But I'm not going back there.”

“You'll have to tell them you're feeling unwell or else–”

“I don't care, ok? I just need to go back home. I'm sick and tired of this shit.” You burst out.

“Home?” He questions, not seeming too excited to head back to the battlefield.

“Yeah, just... I'm confused, I'm hurt. I'm not thinking straight.”

“I have to head back. Sorry.”

Nodding, you close your eyes, taking in the explosions and shooting. The only thing you want is peace now, silence... Bruce's arms. A heavy, cold rain starts falling, and you're soaking wet in a matter of seconds. Your head spins around, and you lie down, eyes closed tight.

Suddenly, you're pulled into a heavy sleep.

• • •

“Lucky bitch. We should be taking her back to where she belongs.” A rough voice wakes you up, and you sit up, eyes opening slowly. You're in a truck, in the back, on the metal floor. Your hands are tied by huge metal handcuffs, that cover both hands, reaching the middle of your forearm. It's heavy.

“Let's teach her a lesson. Just like old times.” A man say, and you recognize two out of six, both were your guards in Belle Reve.

“Don't leave too many bruises. She'll be with Batman in ten minutes, he'll notice.”

Ten minutes... You're going back. This truck in taking you back. Lowering your head, you smile, breathing deeply.

“She was with the Task Force. He'll think she got them there.”

“Fine then.” You're pulled back, a dark, heavy fabric covering your head. “This is just to remind you of who you are, Havoc.”

“And to give you a nice memory of home.”

The beating starts, and your body easily collapses to the floor again. But you're lifted up, again and again. You should fight. You should do something, but you can't. You're not the superpowerful girl you thought you were. You break too, and you get hurt. And you are hurt, with countless cuts and wounds through your body. When you were high on whatever they gave you, you could keep moving. Now you can't. Being vulnerable, weak, feels awful, but there's just no strength in you. You just need to make it through the last ten minutes that separate you from home.

Home.

When exactly did the house became that?

Or is it Bruce? Is he the one becoming your home? Is it even possible? You hope it is.

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writing-fool · 4 years

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Hey, real stressed out right now, if you're not too busy can I get the Mlqc boys with a stressed out s/o? I'm in some need of some serotonin, love your work x

mlqc | so will i

Hi hun, I’m very sorry to hear that. I hope you’ll feel better soon. If this doesn’t end up giving you enough serotonin, I have something a little similar up on my blog: here

That said, I think I’m becoming a comfort writer, and I can’t really complain about that. So, here’s a couple of quick and loving headcanons for each boy.

Much love,

Victor

Victor isn’t actually all that cold as a husband anyways (and we ALL know author Ré likes their moody boys just a little gooey)

but when you’re stressed? oh boy this gentleman is ready to do anything in his power to make you feel better

he was deadass about to buy a whole spa before you stopped him and told him you just need him to hold you

“Oh. I...guess I can do that.” be careful, this man will not let you go until you feel better

as an excellent chef, he’s also The Person to ask when you need comfort food

mac & cheese? you got it. congee? already done. chicken noodle soup? yes yes.

the way to a person’s heart is through their stomach and mine is currently growling

on occasion, he’ll be the cause of your stress, and while he doesn’t want to favour you over his other employees necessarily, he does understand that sometimes you need a break

for once, he’ll be the one pulling you from your work

how does he notice you’re stressed? your reports become dangerously subpar. sorry hun, it’s the truth

if you don’t listen to him and keep working yourself to near death, he’ll just have to use drastic measures

did he swing you over his shoulder? yup.

did you low-key enjoy it because his ass is Immaculate? also yup.

he knows you like it when he pampers you, so when you’re stressed out, he’ll run you a nice bath with expensive oils and soaps

he’ll wash your back for you, digging his large fingers into those knots at the nape of your neck

afterwards, Vic will brush your hair for you, making sure you’re all cozy in your fluffy robe

he doesn’t like to admit it, but seeing you relax warms his heart and makes up for all the mediocre reports you write

Lucien

our favourite perceptive professor notices right away

i mean, everyone has tells when they start getting stressed out, and Lucien knows yours like the back of his hand

sometimes, he even notices before you do. how does that even happen?

prepare for the endless amounts of chamomile tea he’ll make you drink

Lucien’s very supportive of what you do, but he also reminds you that you need to rest like a filthy hypocrite~

so he’ll jot down cheeky notes in your agenda

14:00 / come have a relaxing walk in the park with me. ~L

7:30 early morning online meeting 8:00 have a lie-in with your favourite scientist. for research purposes, of course

you confront him about it and he’s just staring at you with this innocent look that’s absolutely illegal because you’re not innocent Lucien, not in the slightest i won’t believe it i’m not going to fall for it—damnit i fell for it

“Am I not allowed to take care of my little flower?”

is really good at clearing your schedule

like, suspiciously good

he’ll probably help you with anything you’ve got going on regarding paperwork, and instead of having to do research for a production, a whole stack of highlighted and marked articles will already be on your desk, waiting for you to quickly sift through everything

on a more serious note, he does know a lot about destressing and ways to relax

so he’ll suggest practicing mindfulness together, or something similar

from experience, these things may sound silly, but breathing exercises or meditation can really just refocus your brain on the tasks at hand to lessen stress. obviously though, this is all very personal

but he knows he can’t love your negative emotions away, so most importantly, he’s always there for you

whether it is to listen to you rant, to give advice or even just to soothingly rub his thumb over your shoulder

Lucien’s always right next to you, and that’s one less thing to worry about

Gavin

Birdcop! lately i’ve been associating him with bnha’s Hawks/Keigo, and i don’t know how to feel about that. but i digress

Gavin’s not the quickest to pick up on your emotions

like, he knows there’s something going on because his mind is filled with you all day, but he can’t really decipher what’s wrong

will just straight up ask you what’s going on, how you’re feeling, etc

i always turn Gavin into this really understanding and communicative, healthy relationship poster boy, but y’all deserve it

“Babe? Are you feeling alright?”

if the answer is no, this man just clears his schedule for a week, or a month, or a whole year Gavin you can’t ignore your responsibilities don’t—

not really, but he does go out of his way to spend more time with you

clocks out earlier, only does missions that require him,...

flies to you the moment he’s got time to spare

does so recklessly. gets caught by some people who, fortunately, are convinced it’s just some very weird humanoid bird. gets reprimanded by STF. does not care.

at home he doesn’t really do more than give you space when you need it, offer a listening ear when you need that. he’s really not doing anything grand, because that’s not really Gavin, but he lets you know that he cares, and that’s good enough.

Gavin will force Minor to look out for you at work, and will stage a freakin’ intervention if you’re getting overworked

“MC, you’re getting kidnapped.” wraps you into a blanket like a burrito and flies home with you in his arms

actually flying seems like a relaxing thing to do, especially at night

when the stars are twinkling, the moon is glowing, and you’re high above the city, all your problems seem just a little smaller

Kiro

the chances of him not knowing you’re feeling bad aren’t very small

he’s obviously very busy, and if he’s overseas...

being concerned that you’re going to be lonely without him like he is without you does make him call you as often as he possibly can

he’s a clingy pupper, what can i say

he picks up the stressed out tone in your voice though, even when you try to hide it

“Oh, Miss/Mr. Chips, you can’t fool me, The Best Actor Of All Time. Now, tell me...are you alright?” imagine him saying that last bit in like a hushed, slightly worried tone. i wouldn’t even be able to lie

he’ll let you complain as long as you want on the phone, even when Savin’s been calling him

he’ll just hide in the closet so he doesn’t get found

when he goes back home, the first thing he does is trap you in a big hug

he refuses to let you go, pouting about how worried he was, and how much better he’ll make you feel

“Because I’m your brightest star after all!”

if he’s free while you’re feeling stressed, for example, when you’re at home together, he’ll do something silly to cheer you up

like dance on the coffee table

yup. that’s why it broke.

i don’t think he’d be too focused on your problems, as in, he doesn’t need to know 100% of what’s going on

Kiro just kind of zooms in on the fact that you’re feeling sad, overwhelmed, stressed out, and he’ll do anything in his power to relieve that feeling

and that’s one of his qualities, to be fair

you’re not going to do stuff like have long chats about your feelings, but he is going to propose doing face masks together to calm down

maybe you’ll play a couple of video games together

at the end of the day, how could you worry when your sun is right next to you?

Shaw

look, i don’t know if you’re of legal drinking age...but Shaw’s coping mechanism is drinking and going out

so the moment you say you feel bad, he’s whipping out the wine, hun

lowkey wants to drag you to the club to make you forget about your problems...but even he realises how inappropriate that type of behaviour is

he’s actually a lot cuter when he’s a little tipsy

“Hm, beautiful.” “What?” “Nothing.”

Shaw’s also a huge diva, which is canon now you guys can’t stop me from making it canon

so you guys will have matching head bands on, face masks, glasses of wine, bottles of nail polish, talking about how horrible life is

you’re venting to him, and he vents back, and you just both come to the conclusion that life sUCKS, work sUCKS and Shaw...doesn’t suck at all

the next morning, you wake up slightly disheveled and a bit disoriented

but you feel significantly lighter

well, not physically, since there’s literally an arm slung around your waist

he doesn’t really change much about his behaviour...but you notice he’s a tad more affectionate

and a lot less mean

like, forehead poking suddenly turned into teasing hair ruffling.

tickling turns into soft kisses in the crook of your neck while you’re cooking

his rough hands intertwine with yours

“Don’t just overwork yourself, stupid.”

ahh, his words don’t match his actions at all

I had very little inspiration for Shaw...but I wanted to get this out ASAP. Feel free to send in any requests!

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yyxgin · 4 years

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BTS as your neighbours *˙︶˙*)ﾉ

okay so I really like doing these and I hope ya'll like it at least a little (＾º◡º＾❁) *ready, set, give me validation* !!

kim seokjin

your next door neighbour

always haves friends around

not too noisy, but you can hear him angrily shout really fast from time to time

you catch him singing one time and you swear you want to marry him after hearing his singing voice

the hall always smells nice when he cooks

you two propably start talking because he cooks or bakes something

and he baked way too much

so he decides to give some to his lovely neighbours

and you were the last one he came to

but its okay he saved a lot for you !!

you'd be so surprised

and tell him that you won't take anything and that you don't want to bother him and stuff

but he insists

so you call him inside and you eat the rest of whatever he's baked together (´∀`)

and he starts to come over like this more often,, but this time he only goes to you and not the whole apartment complex like the first time

over-all really fluffy if u ask me :')

asks u on a date a little while after

min yoongi

he lives in the apartment above yours

but you dont really know lmao

since you moved there only recently

one time it rains really hard

and you forget your umbrella bc you're a dumbass lmaooo

and you cant find your keys anywhere so you're just standing in front of the apartment complex,, soaking wet and desperate to finally go inside

until you feel someone's presence

and you see a very attractive hand unlock the front door

he lets you inside and the two of you awkwardly ride the elevator,, both of you soaking wet lmao

you shyly thank him as you exit the elevator one floor sooner

you two greet each other now whenever you see each other

cute smiles always on ur faces

asks you out once you two randomly meet in the elevator one day

jung hoseok

lives in an apartment above yours

you know him bc he's really nice and always greets everyone on halls with joy

you know he's a dancer bc you've seen some pics on instagram not that u are stalking him

but also because when he dances at home you hear every stomp on the floor

you normally dont mind bc he always stops before its time for u to sleep

but today ur head hurts a lot and you just want to sleep

so you ring the bell and tell him

"look, I'm really sorry to bother you but your dancing makes a lot of noise and I can hear every step you make on the floor, I don't mind normally, but my head hurts a lot so..."

he doesnt even let you finish

"omg i'm so sorry! I'll stop for today!"

since then you dont hear him dance that much

and u ask him about it one time you meet him

and he just kinda apologizes because he didnt know that it makes that much noise and asks u out for a coffee to make up for all the noise he's been making B)

kim namjoon

lives next to u

the two of you share the same hall and stuff,, so u meet him quite often

he's a really nice and polite guy !!

you like him really much

he put some bonsai trees to the hall to decorate and some other plants as well and you find it so cute

you compliment him on it one time and he blushes really hard

one time you hear a ring on ur door

he's there asking u to take care of the bonsai trees bc he's going away for a week

and u say sure !! why not !!

u thought you knew how to care about bonsai trees but turns out you dont

so you kinda over-water them :)))

and one of them dies :((((

it hurts your heart

so when joon comes back you tell him and you're close to crying

but he just tells u its okay and asks u to go out with him to buy a new one !!

so since than you're both proud bonsai tree parents and you've been going out together (*^▽^*)

park jimin

next door neighbour as well !!

he's pretty neat and quiet so u never complain

he's hot as well so bonus points

he has a roommate -- kim taehyung

you're convinced that the two of them are soulmates for sure

one day you hear a knock on ur door

and there's park jimin at your door

it surprises you

so you ask him whats up

and he's all blushy

"i'm really sorry to bother, but i've forgotten my keys and i'm waiting for my roommate to come back, but i really need to go to the toilet right now..."

say no more

you guide him to ur bathroom and help a boy out

you just kinda continue to talk in ur apartment until his roommate comes back

and he asks for ur number bc he wants to hang out w you

kim taehyung

your cute next door neighbour

he just moved in a couple of months ago so you dont really know him that much

but once u two meet in the elevator

surprise surprise

he has a dog

the cutest dog ever, may i say

but surprise surprise

you have a dog as well :')

and they seem to really like each other !!

tae just smiles in the cutest way possible when he sees your dogs hapilly playing together through the short elevator ride

"that's so weird, he's usually agressive around other dogs." he says

"really?"

"yeah!! that has to mean she can feel you are a good person ;))"

you blush really hard

and he's not even flirting with u or is he

u seriously dont know

anyways

you meet in the elevator more and more often bc turns out your schedules kinda match

so one day tae's like

"we should go to the park and let them play more freely some day"

and u are all like "sure!!!"

bc you really wanna spend some time with your hot neighbour

so one day he rings your doorbell

and you accept his offer

and you've been going out ever since

jeon jungkook

okay so we all know that jungkook is the sweetest human being on this entire world

so i think you two would meet on the first day of you moving into the apartment

he saw you struggling with the heavy boxes and offered to help you

because he is just that way :')

you accept his offer bc u geniounly feel like you'd die of exhaustion if u didnt

the sight of his biceps lowkey makes u blush

he helps you with all the boxes

and than he says goodbye and its really sweet

turns out he lives next to you

and he hears your screams of frustration days later when you're not able to build your furniture

so he knocks on your door and offers help

witch u,, take bc why not

and you talk a lot and he stays for dinner bc you want to pay him back somehow

he leaves with your number

and asks you out a few days later :)

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jaythelay · 3 months

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Funny situation.

Entirely because of projection.

#pizzacakecomics #utter rambling I'm waiting on a thing got nothin else to do

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queer-as-frikc · 4 years

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My coming out story is weird, it gets a lil transphobic so tw near the end tw long post too

So, pretty much throughout my time growing up through elementary school and half of middle school, i grew up in a white middle class area. I didnt know about the LGBTQ+ or anything other than what I saw, which was white people and an occasional poc. Eventually I had to move and I ended up in a super diverse area, and ended up becoming best friends with this person (they are ftm now so imma use the right pronouns but they were f when this story mostly takes place) he told me all about things I didnt know, specifically the LGBTQ+ community and that he was pan, and it was new information so just like any 13 year old learning new things, I questioned myself, I questioned if I could like the same sex or not or possibly more.

Sadly, drama happened between my best friend, his girlfriend and I, so thing got a little weird. But there was a time in winter, when he was off that relationship for more than a month and he said he'd like to date me, and I really thought about it before hand and said yeah, I couldnt tell you how happy I was to have this experience.

I told my mom that night, in a round about way cuz I was nervous, "Hey mom, what if I liked girls?" She told me she doesnt think that I do, because I always expressed feelings for guys, and when I tell her I didnt really understand what being gay was when I was younger, I didn't really know it was a possibility. She snapped at me and said, "Unless you are willing to kiss a girl and do the other stuff, you arent gay at all."

Eventually I have a sit down conversation with her, about how confusing this all was and how I wish I knew how I felt, and so on. She said she had a similar questioning phase but it never stuck so she doesnt think I am.

Like a month later I figure it out and dude that was so gratifying. I came out as bi to my mom, who just dismissed the whole thing, but I was terrified to tell my uncle (it's a long story about that, no it's not "sweet home Alabama") because he always said bi's were wh*res so yeah. I ended up telling him, and he goes, "You know my opinion on it but that doesnt mean that I'll disown you or anything." Btw the relationship (dating wise) with my best friend after he came out as ftm because he went back to his ex, it's all cool tho.

So that was that, or so I thought. It was my first year of high school, and I finally really understood the definition of pan, what was holding me back though was the trans experience, I thought because I didnt know what it was like, I couldnt be pan, even though I didnt have a preference, turns out it just means you like people no matter their gender and it like, clicked finally so yeah. I've told my family about that since but I a similar reaction: my mom said she doesnt think I am and she lectured me on my generation having so many labels and how she hated it. My uncle said he appreciated that I was pan more than me being bi which confused me but he just had a better view of pansexual than bisexual. (I explained to both of them what the difference was but idk man)

I believe it was my second year of high school when I really started to question my gender, and that was mostly because I saw a video of what gender dysphoria looks like if it's not that strong and you arent aware for ftm. So like wearing bagging clothes all the time, always wearing sports bras, and practically no other bra, feeling really good if someone accidentally calls you sir, etc. And I was like, oml it's me. But it wasnt, I didnt find that out until later tho. So, with my friend group, I find a name that seems to fit me well and ask them to address me by it and he/him pronouns, as like a test of sorts. (All of my friends are gay in some way so it was cool) In the end tho, I got a little iffy about the whole thing and wouldnt ever correct them at times or it was just off for me. I felt really bad because I thought that they might have thought that I was just trying to force myself to be more like them, but I wasnt, i still felt bad though and kinda dropped it.

I'm not sure 100% how I figured it out tho, but I remember talking to my best friend (not the same one from middle school, they were my best friend as well but they arent the same person) about the whole experience and I believe they brought up the idea of genderfulid, and I was like :0.... what that. They explain it, you go aall over the gender spectrum, some days you might feel like a boy, others you might feel like you have no gender, some days you might feel like your gender is something completely weird and different, that's just what it is. And I was like, "It fits but like, I barely feel femme at any point in time, maybe like once a year." And they tell me, that's ok and stuff as long as my gender just decides to be a completely weird and went all over the place, it counted, so I was like, "I finally figured it out!!!" And i was so happy.

Then came the time I was comfortable enough to tell my parents. I had been using the label genderfuild for over half a year already and I thought that it was what I was so it was ok to tell them. I saw how ok me being gay went, so I was nervous but not as nervous as I should have been, probably. I told my mom first, she went on a similar rant of her no liking my generations labels and such, but it went fine, I explained it, I thought I was through, I thought I was fine, apparently not. One day I'm in the shower and I hear my mom being very expressive with what ever shes talking about to my uncle, which is fine, she needs someone to vent to sometimes. When I get out though, and I can here her clearly, I hear sees complaining about what I told her recently, that I'm genderfulid, but instead of saying that, she only says I want to be a boy. (Oh no) So shes complaining to him, asking why I cant be more like her and just be a masculine girl and be fine, why do I have to fit in with the crowd of my generation to feel special, why cant I just be fine with who I am now? Etc.

The sad thing is, that night, I was going out shopping for pants and underwear with my uncle because I needed some and I wore men's pants already at that point, because they are more durable, and stuff so I knew it was gonna be a long ride. My mom was snippy with me that whole night, just the entire time which sucked.

When we finally left to go get clothes though, I didnt know it could get worse. My uncle lectured me about how that's just my generations fad, and how his was making tattoos and piercings ok in the work place and mine is being trans a gay and all that crap, and that I'm just trying to fit in, I'm not being myself, no matter how much I chop myself up and cut my hair and take hormones my chromosomes will never change and so I can never be an actual guy. He also said that I would bring just more attention to myself being a woman who does guy things rather than try and be one, and he thinks I'm doing this all for attention. I was mad but silent at this point, I didnt want to cause anything to happen. He ended up asking me, "So did you pick a different name?" I was surprised but I said yeah, and my friends were using it and it seemed to fit better. He asked me what it was and fear over took my body. I told him, "I'll only tell you if you dont use it against me if your mad." He says, "i cant promise that." And then gets mad because I wont tell him. Though I do, because I feel obligated since hes buying me clothes. To be even more confusing, he buys me guys underwear, and undershirts along with the predetermined pants he promised me and now I'm so confused.

But it gets even worse. When we get home, my mom freaks out on him because be bought me all that mens stuff and she said he was encouraging my behavior and stuff, he defended with it's just clothes, and yah it is. Eventually things settle down, obviously my mom isnt talking to be, but that's for the best at this point. I'm in the living room with my uncle and he just then starts harassing me with questions like, how do you know? he asks. "Well, I just feel that way, same as you." I say. But why do you wanna be a guy? he asks. "I dont wanna be a guy, it's just weird that way. Also it's not me being a guy, it me being many more than that," I say. He says that's bullsh*t. I offer to show him videos that better explain what trans is and how it's an actual sciencey thing and stuff but he said he wont take a video because he wants me to say it. And then he just goes off, saying the name I picked out shows how self centered I am because I am selfish, he kept asking me if i liked to fight, to catch and play with bugs, to be strong, to be angry all the time, and all these stereotypes for men and I just left, and went to bed. He wasnt going to listen to me, so there wasnt a point to me staying.

But, it gets worse. The morning comes and I'm awoken by the slam of my door by my uncle and the laughter of my mom. My uncle starts being really aggressive and starts cleaning my room, I only have clothes on the floor mostly so that's all it was, but he starts saying, well if you're gonna be a man, imma start training you like one, the man of the house picks up after everyone, the man of the house does everything he can to help the house run smoothly, the man of the house has to be strong, and all that stuff. (Which I thought was funny because he was "the man of the house" yet I did everything, and still do. I clean up most after him, funny huh.) And, I know what's happening and so I stay in bed, I don't want this to happen. But I literally get ripped out of my bed by my uncle and get told to stop being a little b*tch and a brat because I'm being selfish by my mom and I'm yelled at to sit in the living room and wait while my uncle cleans my room. When hes done hes starts lecturing me and being all aggressive and in my face. He keeps asking me a million questions with the tone that he didnt care so I knew he wouldn't listen. Eventually, him and my mom leave, I'm told to stay there until I get back. When they do get back, they act like everything is fine, nothing happened between them and I and it's just been so hard for me to talk to them about that since.

I'm greatful that I dont have to deal with that anymore but every time something that that is brought up with my family, I panic so much now. I'm fine and I'm safe but it was very traumatic for me. And uh, thanks for listening.

hey, thank you so much for sharing your story. this was just. so heartbreaking. noone deserves to have a person like your uncle in their life. im so sorry you had to go through all of that. i hope you’re in a much better place now <3 (also i loveeddd reading about how you figured it out) =)

again, tysm <3

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