#like srs this time even if for a day or two or whatever (or more)

[buttercupshands]

Finale from Undertale OST my beloved

[scorpioriesling]

How You Get The Girl

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Pairings: Bodhi x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Bodhi had never been bad at anything -- being a rider, leading a squad, or with the ladies, either. However, you are his biggest challenge yet, as you manage to explain away every single one of his romantic advances.

SR’s Note: This is part two to Blank Space! How are we feeling? Do we want more? I sure do -- stay tuned! <3

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @freakishfandomfiend @paintedbyshadows @poeticbookwormcat @lreadsstuff (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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You'd woken up bright and early that Monday morning, determined to get to the library before class was set to begin. The entire rest of the weekend, you'd been sleeping off Friday night's events and aiming to avoid any public place that you might run into Bodhi -- or, Aaric, for that matter.

Aaric is cute, but Bodhi was interested first; whatever you do, just remember what I said about getting too attached.

Jesinia's warning rang loud and clear through your mind. You kept replaying it, over and over as you had the events of Friday night. When asked her opinion over the weekend, it seemed all she was able to provide you was... well, more worry over the situation.

Even after a week of no-contact, you still found yourself thinking about it during school hours.

"Y/N, I'll expect these transcribed over the next three days," Markham said sternly. You nodded in understanding.

"On my desk Thursday, please. Oh -- will you be joining me for Battle Brief tomorrow morning?" His question came with a raised eyebrow. You knew what that meant; the option was there, but there was only one right answer.

"Absolutely," you said without hesitation. "I'll be in the grand hall at nine."

He nodded in approval, moving on to the next row of tables to check in with your fellow yearmates. Jesinia had left early today, opting to run an errand for him in lieu of not attending Battle Brief in the morning. She'd told you once that she didn't enjoy signing in front of crowds much, which you could understand; but you figured she'd want to go so she would be able to see her boyfriend, nonetheless.

As the mid-afternoon bell rang, you collected your things. You felt as though you hadn't gotten much of anything done today, your head clogged with the million potential outcomes from what happened Friday night.

The warm sun was a welcome relief to the cool temperatures inside of the library, and you basked in it as you walked toward the outdoor cafe on campus. These texts weren't going to translate themselves, and if you were going to have them done by Thursday, you needed to get started.

By the time you were on the third page, however, you'd attracted a visitor.

"H-hey, Y/N."

Your eyes immediately left the page, favoring their gaze on the green ones staring back at you. The scrape of metal on stone was loud as Aaric pulled out a metal chair from beneath the table, opting to join you.

"Oh, hi! Aaric," you said, the nervous energy making an appearance once more. He grinned at you, scooting close enough that you were practically sharing breath.

"So... what are you working on?" He asked, and you sighed as you motioned to the array of papers around you.

"Well, Markham has given me the near-impossible task of translating all of this by Thursday," you laughed nervously. "So, I figured I may as well get started on it now."

His brow furrowed.

"All this work, due by Thursday," he sucked in a long breath, stretching his arms behind his head. "Seems a bit overkill, if you ask me."

You smiled awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Yeah... well... he is my professor, so."

He nodded slowly, gazing sidelong at you. He only broke the silence after a few long beats.

"Sucks, you know -- I was gonna see if you wanted to do something tonight," the left corner of his mouth tilted up. Your brows rose, and another nervous laugh bubbled out of your mouth.

"Oh! Ha ha, yeah, uh... I mean, I'd love to, but... I mean, I have all of this to get done," you explained, your cheeks reddening as you considered the situation. "Maybe Friday? I'll have all this done by then, surely."

Aaric smiled, full and bright -- it was no wonder he was related to the royal family. He looked like a prince straight out of a storybook.

"Friday, then." He said, scooting his chair back and rising from the table. You watched him walk away, the light from the sun bending around his slender build. Turning back to your papers, you found it arder and harder to focus, only seeming to think about Friday and it's impending fortune.

An hour later, you gave up, opting to head back to the dorms early in favor of a good night's rest. But, as you crossed the courtyard and headed for your room; you couldn't shake the feeling that someone had been watching you.

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Despite going to bed early, you found yourself sitting in Battle Brief dreary-eyed and exhausted. Markham and Duvera took turns going over the current events, and you had to surpress a yawn. Focusing was nearly impossible -- especially when the realization hit you that Aaric was sitting mere feet away from you.

Aaric.. and, Bodhi.

"That's all we'll be discussing today," he announced as the morning bell rung, and students began gathering their items. "I'll see you all Thursday morning, nine o'clock sharp."

His gaze fell on a blonde first year, who blushed with embarassment at being late this morning. He hadn't focused on her long, his gaze turning to you seconds later.

"How are the papers coming along?" He asked, though it came out more of a demand than a question.

"Good, Professor -- not much left to translate."

He nodded once. "Glad to hear that; I'll be expecting them Thursday."

You nodded in understanding as he stepped from the platform, making to ascend the stairs. Moments later, a familiar voice sounded from behind you.

"Too bad we didn't get to hear from you today; you always come up with such good discussion points."

You turned, your breath catching at the sight of the lean brunette standing mere inches from you. He bore a crooked grin, taking a step closer and up onto the platform with you.

"B-Bodhi," you stuttered, and his gaze intensified. "I... honestly, I didn't think you'd thought much of me, after that Friday night, anyway."

You weren't sure why you were so pressed over the fact that he hadn't spoken to you in weeks, and you wished to put out the angry flame coiling inside of you.

He rose an amused brow. "I didn't think you were keeping track."

A blush stained your cheeks, and he chuckled.

"I actually haven't caught up with you because I was stationed in Aretia for a few days," he explained, and your face fell. "So, not talking to you was certainly not by choice."

Your heart thudded in your chest. What an idiotic thing to say! Accusing him of ignorance when he was out saving Basgiath? You felt like a simple fool.

"Oh my gosh, Bodhi, I hadn't realized-"

"Don't be," he assured, leaning in closer to you. Suddenly, the lights in the room felt too hot, the layers of beige silk felt too heavy-

"Just let me take you out, show you that I mean it."

You stopped breathing.

Silence stretched between the two of you as the last few riders left the hall, and he leaned in close.

"One night, Y/N; just give me a chance." He grinned, and your entire face heated.

"Oh -- one night, ha ha, uh-"

"Friday?"

Your blood ran cold.

"I can't Friday... I'm, uh... busy."

He raised a suspicious eyebrow, his gaze roving over every inch of your face.

"Not surprised -- a pretty girl like you must have a thousand men waiting to take up her weekends."

Psh, if he only knew.

"No, no! It's not that, I just-"

"What about tonight then?" He insisted, taking one of your hands in his. Your next breath caught in your throat at the contact, and you found it hard to look at him directly.

"I-I can't... I have, so much homework."

His smile didn't quite reach his eyes, his hand dropping yours in an instant.

"Right... right." He said defeatedly. He took only a step back before sighing, crossing his arms over his chest.

"At least allow me to walk you back to the library, then?"

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That night, you'd lit a candle and sworn off thinking about boys. Both Aaric and Bodhi had been occupying way too much of your mind lately, and with the amount of pages you still had to translate, there was no way you'd get it all done if you were distracted.

Jesinia had left you to your own devices that evening, understanding the workload you had and needing to run errands of her own. Besides, she agreed you'd be able to accomplish more if she were away from the dorm for a while.

You'd gotten through a few more pages when a soft rap on your window gusted the air from your lungs. You approached the glass quickly, timidly pulling the frame open to reveal who was standing outside.

You gasped when you saw him.

"Bodhi! I told you I couldn't go tonight, I have-"

"So much homework, right," he finished, leaning in through the frame and grunting as he pulled himself through it. He landed on his feet, straightening to look at you once more. "I'm here to help."

You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest.

"Yeah, right."

His eyes widened innocently.

"No, seriously -- with the workload Markham puts on you, I can tell it wouldn't kill you to have a little help." He looks around the room, opting to sit on the edge of your bed. "Where's your counterpart?"

You rolled your eyes, a faint smile spreading across your lips. "You mean Jesinia?"

He shrugged. "Same thing." Looking around the bed at the stacks of papers, he began rifling through them. "So, what can I do to help?"

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It'd been three hours since Bodhi snuck in, and two hours since you last had a sane thought in your head. Your mind kept wandering to the made up scenarios intrusively clouding your head, all centered around the handsome man before you.

"I think this is the final page of this chapter," he said, looking up from the paper to fixate on you. You gazed back softly, and his lips turned up at the sight.

"We can keep going if you want, or we can call it a night-"

Just then, the front door opened to the dormitory and in strode none other than your counterpart. Her eyes widened as she entered the room, taking in the scene before her.

Oh... hello, Bodhi.

He smiled tightly at her.

Hi Jes.

She schooled her expression as she set down her things, standing awkwardly near the foot of her own bed.

Are you guys studying or something?

You cleared your throat, signing quickly back to her.

No, Bodhi just came over to help me with some homework.

Her brows rose, and she nodded slowly.

I... see.

Bodhi hopped off the edge of the bed, grabbing his flight jacket and tugging it on before heading to the window.

I was actually just heading out, he signed, giving you an apologetic look. Always a pleasure, Jesinia.

She looked anywhere but him, not answering his last signage. You followed him to the window, chuckling as he shimmied through it.

"Did it occur to you to use our front door?"

He scoffed, finally clearing the small portal and signalling for his dragon.

"Do you know what would happen to me if I got caught in the girl's dorms?" He smiled, and his teeth gleamed impossibly white in the moonlight. You resisted the urge to lean out the window and touch him -- you really resisted.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he promised as his dragon approached in the distance. You grinned as he took your hand, pressing a tiny kiss to the back of it.

"Thank you Bodhi for your help."

You watched him go before climbing down, still in a daze from the events that just happened. But, what pulled you out of your stupor real quick was Jesinia's crossed arms and angry foot-tapping.

What? He just came by to help.

She huffed, flanking the edge of your bed as you sat atop it.

Do you realize what you've done? She signed angrily. In case you forgot, he is a rider -- you are not.

You narrowed your eyes, but she kept going.

Markham gave you this assignment to translate -- not Bodhi. Did you not consider for a second the rules of the Codex that prohibit rider's from accessing sensitive information-

Woah! Woah Jes, you waved your hands. The information isn't private, it's just a war recap. Besides, it's not like Bodhi is going to tell anyone anyways, you assure her. She levels a stare at you.

It's the point, Y/N. If you really needed help, why didn't you just ask me?

Her worried gaze sent a pang of guilt through your chest.

I don't need help -- I can handle it, you signed. I think he honestly just wanted to hang out with me tonight, and I let him without thinking of any repercussions.

The realization dawned on you that she was in fact, right. You weren't supposed to share unedited information with anyone outside your quadrant, and Markham would have had your head if he found out.

Jesinia raised a teasing eyebrow. All this, for Bodhi, huh.

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. He's just a friend.

Yeah, sure, she signed, throwing an accusatory look at you before crawling into her own bed. Aren't you going on a date Friday with Aaric?

Right. That.

You sighed. Yes, you signed, reaching to blow out the candle. Like I said; Bodhi and I are just friends.

She chuckled, signing a single word before the room was enveloped in darkness.

Sure.

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He'd come over again Wednesday night... to help with homework.

And walked you to the library Thursday morning... just to be nice.

Come Thursday night, he was outside your window again...

"Bodhi, what are you-"

"You alone?"

You huffed, folding your arms in frustration.

"Yes -- but you can't just keep coming by here you know, Jesinia already thinks you're dangerous-"

"Good."

Your eyes met his as he stood outside the window opening, grinning like he'd just won a prize.

"Now, are you gonna sit alone in your room all night, or come be dangerous with me?"

Your eyes widened as he extended a hand to you, and you bit the inside of your cheek in contemplation. Did you want to do yet another thing that could get you in trouble? No. But, did you want to continue spending time with him?

Well...

You took his hand, and he helped you up onto the windowsill. Your breath caught as you looked down, hundreds of feet separated you from the cold, hard ground.

Your hands grew clammy.

"C'mon -- Cuir won't bite."

Your breath hitched as he tugged you through the window, and you shakily climbed onto the massive dragon's back. Every thought, every sense in your body had gone out the window (literally) as the beast breathed steadily beneath you, it's wings flapping to keep upright. Bodhi sat you in front of him, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other held onto one of Cuir's spikes.

"Hold on," he suggested, and you immediately closed your hand around the same spike he held. The feeling of your hands held together, his strong arm holding you firmly against him...

Butterflies didn't begin to describe it.

You glanced back through your window one last time, catching Jesinia's surpsised expression as she came through the doorway before the dragon launched into the night sky.

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This Love

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

WOOIN'S LOVE LANGUAGES (srs relationship edition)

➷QUALITY TIME

Wooin isn't a guy to waste his free time on someone who doesn't matter nor mean anything in his life. So when he spends time with you doing nothing special but just listening to you yapping about your day or him being the one yapping about whatever he wants or maybe him playing video games in his phone while you're cuddled up to him and watching, it could only mean one thing.

Honestly, he likes having you around even if you two aren't doing anything. Maybe just hanging out at the park, or maybe he would come over at your house just because, you two minding your own businesses but enjoying each other's presence at the same time - these are common in your relationship with him.

But of course he likes chatting with you in those moments too or when you're painting his nails for example, he might even agree on doing skincare with you, or just eat with you while you two are watching a movie. He loves doing anything fun with you.

Quality time would be his way of comforting too tbh. Like have you seen how he left the house, went to meet up with Joker just to listen to Joker's depressive rants? Yeah, he would show up for you like that too. He's better at giving advice than offering comfort words though..

And my god, taking you on dates? He sure loves that. Whether it's the restaurants, cafes, aquariums or absolutely whatever you and he wants. I think his fav would be amusement parks especially if you two are sitting at those scary rides haha.

Wooin hates solitude so he tries to be with his friends or you as much as he can! Pls make sure this silly people traumatizer won't get lonely(*´▽｀)ﾉﾉ oh oh! He would take you to meet his friends btw (Sabbath ofc)!

➷PHYSICAL TOUCH

Now listen, he does like physical touch. Throwing his arm around your shoulders, holding your hand, maybe waist too - he ain't shy, you know.

But it's not his main love language. He doesn't truly express what he feels by touches alone. He thinks of physical touch as...intimacy, rather than a way to show you something. He likes teasing you with it though, maybe grabbing you by ur waist and observing how flustered you get.

I think he likes when you trace his tattoos with your finger. Sometimes it even makes him shiver but not in the bad way.

He likes kisses too, especially unexpected ones. I think he'd be the type of guy who would grab your chin and kiss you like that, or when you're least expecting it and he just leans it and plants a kiss. Don't blame him, he can't get over catching people off guard.

He'd throw his arm around your shoulders or hold your waist whenever he'd get jealous or competitive, especially in the bars. He's not truly expressive with physical touch but these times? Oh he's definitely giving the message.

As I said, he likes spending time with people he holds dear to his heart. So he definitely wouldn't mind physical touch, no. This guy is a tease and knows how and where he should place his hand, he knows where you love it. On your thigh? He's squishing it. Your waist? His hand is already there. Maybe your hand if you're romantic one and he would have his fingers Intertwined with yours.

But honestly, his love languages depend on his mood. If he's in the good mood then he would be more touchy, would spend time with you more productively, would buy you more things, would just do more in general yk. If he's in the bad mood, I can see him still being physical but he'd mostly keep himself from being overly touchy. He won't mind if you'll hold his hand or maybe much more physical activities.

I don't think I need to talk about what happens in bed, even though things get very physical there :;(∩´﹏`∩);: but I'm sure people have an idea what he would be like and whether he likes these type of physical activities or not (he does).

➷ACTS OF SERVICE

Again, depends on his mood╥﹏╥ but I feel like acts of service would be his love language. I mentioned that he's most likely to offer you advice instead of comfort words and looking at how he's usually the one helping out his crew members, giving them advice and basically being their mom, that could reach his relationship too. So yes, you can safely expect act of service from him.

He's definitely the type to walk you home or give you a ride. I mean, why else does he have that cool ass car, hm? Especially at night, I don't think you'd get to walk to ur house urself cuz he would give you a ride or walk you home.

When you get wasted at clubs, again he would be the one to take you home but also take care of you like giving you painkillers, holding ur hair if you throw up. He'd kinda scold you for drinking so much（┬┬＿┬┬）

If you're shy or anxious, he'd be the one ordering food from waitress/waiter and do all the talking in general.

Pulls you behind him when situation is getting serious, like if some guy suddenly gets overly aggressive and is about to fight, you're definitely staying behind him and protected.

I feel like, if you are new to cycling and all, he'd check if your helmet is tied correctly because, you know, it's dangerous to ride when your helmet isn't tied correctly.

Holds your drinks, bags and all if he notices you're struggling. Or just silently take shopping bags from you even if you don't struggle.

Oh and he's always the one that pays! I don't think he would believe in "50/50" or that girl has to pay. Not like you will but hey, at least he willingly pays for anything! Doesn't mean he won't complain if you buy too much or something genuinely stupid like Hyuk's furry rabbit costume.

Feel like at some point he would track ur menstruation cycle😭he has to make it easier for him if you two are living together(*´▽`)ﾉ

➷GIFT GIVING

On daily days, the gifts you're getting from him are lollipops. Be thankful if he gives you spare one instead of his own to share indirect kiss or whatever his moody ass tells him.

He's definitely not the type to buy you bouquets of flowers, chocolates and YSL heels every day, in fact that's rare for Wooin, heck he might not really do it. If you want them, then sure.

I feel like he'd buy you something that you could match him with. Matching color outfits? Hell yeah!! Matching bracelets? Sure if you wanna.

Does buying you pads count as gift giving or act of service?🥲

I think most of the stuff he would gift you would be customized because he seems to like customized stuff. (His bike, his glasses??)

And hell yeah all ur clothes would be expensive thanks to him. Gucci? Valentino? YSL? Chrome Hearts? Say less( ͡°з ͡°)

But he's not that booktok rich typa guy that spoils his wife cuz she's breathing. Wooin ain't like that. Gifts from him are definitely not daily, they can be random but mostly on important dates.

Words of affirmation? What's that? Forget that cuz that's definitely not in this list, not for Wooin Yoo.

[dovveri]

kidnapping 101

synopsis: who dared kidnap you? you were the mafia boss of your city who the hell had the audacity to pull a move this big?

warnings: guns, kidnapping, swearing, mafia stuff yk but like its comedic? so its not srs or angsty

w/c: 2.6k

a/n: put off posting this bcs i wanted to add more plot more word count but then that anon said they dont read long fics anyway so i cbb. it's implied momo x reader but it can also just be everyone friends yay

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you had a straw bag pulled over your head and felt hands shoving you into a hard wooden chair, hands tied behind your back. you huff, unbelieving of the situation you've found yourself in, but try to keep yourself collected enough to assess the situation and to not let your attackers know they had caught you by surprise.

you doubt anyone could guess you were a mafia boss in your day life. you were just another university student after all. funnily enough, university students were also your main customer base, they needed cheap, accessible drugs, and you provided. though they never dealt with you personally, you were worth much more than rookie errand runs and simple intimidation.

so how the fuck did these people find out who you were?

you were captured coming out of the university library, you weren't even up to anything illegal today. you just wanted to get away from all the responsibilities underground and actually get some study done for once. you didn't get to catch a glimpse of your assailants before you were drugged and fell unconscious.

you strain your ears, trying to hear the muffled whispering going on.

"-what? what do we do now?"

"how am i supposed to know?!."

"i don't know you're smarter than me!"

"ugh oh my god i can't believe nayeon put us up to this. did we really just drug someone?! wait fuck- look she's waking up-"

the bag is pulled off your head and you snarl unceremoniously, blinking to adjust to the dim light in the room, quickly surveying your surroundings and tugging on your restraints to check on them.

huh. they were only loosely tied up, you could get out of these easily.

you squint at the two girls in the room, they had to be around your age, but you had never seen them before. they weren't on any of your watchlists and you'd know if they belonged to rival mafia gangs.

"who are you?" you demand, voice authoritative and loud, forcing them to shrink back into one another, unsure of what to do.

"w-who are you?!" one of them squeaks out.

you blink.

"you two drugged and kidnapped someone you didn't know?"

they exchange glances, before looking back at you, "well... when you put it like that..."

"momo!"

"what?! she's right sana! what are we doing?!"

"i don't know!"

"neither do i!"

you watch them bicker, fiddling with your restraints and slowly undoing them without catching their attention.

"okay that's enough. who asked you to capture me?"

their faces whip back to yours, one of them, momo, speaks up again. "um... i'm pretty sure we're not meant to tell you that."

"nayeon right?"

she gasps, "are you a mind-reader?!"

you scoff, "i heard you talking when i was waking up."

momo mutters to herself, blushing for having thought otherwise.

"who is nayeon?"

sana speaks up this time, "our friend."

"and your friend asked you to... kidnap me for what reason?"

"erm..." they look at each other again, silently communicating and nervously flitting their eyes around the room, "we're not entirely sure."

"are you two her slaves or something?"

"what?! no!"

"then why are you doing whatever she asks?"

"because she's our friend!"

"right... slaves."

they frown at each other, unsure of themselves.

"so you both don't know who i am?"

"no. should we?"

you're interrupted then, the door to the room opening loudly and another woman striding in.

she pauses when she sees you, blinking slowly, and then she turns on her heel, eyes ablaze and in panic.

"guys who the fuck is this?!"

"how are we supposed to know?! you asked us to kidnap them!"

"what the fuck?! i didn't ask for you to kidnap anyone! i asked for you to steal the answers to the exam next week!"

"no you didn't!"

"yes i did!"

"that's not what you said momo!" sana turns to momo, pointing a finger at her accusingly.

"wha- nayeon you told me you needed to interrogate the person who wrote the exam!"

"that was a joke momo i didn't mean literally!"

"you need to specifiy!"

"what?! why would you think i meant kidnap them?! that's not normal!"

"i thought you were doing it for the thrill or something!"

"sana! why didn't you stop her?!"

sana shrinks, hiding behind momo, "i dunno you've asked us to do some pretty weird stuff before nayeon... it wasn't that out of line."

"what!? like what?!"

"don't put me on the spot! i can't think of anything right now! like- like- like that time you asked us to set off fireworks and we ended up setting the school on fire!"

"that wasn't- you weren't meant to build a bonfire in the middle of an empty classroom! of course the fire would catch!"

"that was my idea...." momo pouts, looking adorably embarrassed.

nayeon sighs, turning back to you, "i'm sorry for all this. this has been a major misunderstanding. are you- do you want us to do anything for you? you won't take this to the police or anything right..?"

you chuckle, the situation absurd to you, how two girls managed to kidnap the most powerful mafia boss in the city by accident.

your thoughts are interrupted by hushed bickering behind nayeon.

"what are we gonna do about the drugs?"

"i don't know give them back to the person that gave them to you."

"they looked scary though..."

"momo why did you accept drugs from a random person anyway?"

"we needed a sedative to kidnap them!"

"you did what?!" nayeon flips around again, eyes comically wide.

momo flinches, backing up into sana who yelps when the other girl steps on her foot in haste, "erm- we- uh..."

"you drugged them?!"

"well-"

nayeon's flipping around to you again, going as far as to bow down and get on her knees, putting her forehead to the floor and apologising profusely, "i'm so sorry! i'll take responsibility for their actions please don't take this the wrong way we really didn't mean to and this has all just been a big misunderstanding-"

you can't help but burst into laughter, shoulders sagging in relief now that you realise you're not in any real danger and your identity was still safe.

they look between each other a little confused, still concerned you were going to turn them in or ask them to do something for you that would be less than ideal. you think it's very cute honestly, you were always surrounded by too-serious mafia security and people asking you what to do, it was refreshing to be around people who knew how to let loose a little. money was important to you as a mafia boss, but you wished your organisation knew how to have relax a little more, the bad guys were always meant to be more lively after all.

"sorry- this is just quite funny, i don't think i've laughed like that in a long time."

they exchange nervous glances again, keeping their distance. you stand, having undone your restraints long ago, stretching a little with a curious glint in your eyes.

sana and momo gape at you, "h-how did you- were you always- didn't we tie you up?"

you shrug, shaking your hands loose for effect, "they weren't hard to undo."

"o-oh... wait who are you again?"

you stretch out a hand to the three of them, "l/n y/n. nice to meet you all. and you can relax, i won't be pressing any charges. you're safe."

"r-right..." nayeon comes forward and shakes your hand gingerly, letting it go as soon as she could and shrinking back next to the other two.

you raise an eyebrow, "so where'd you get such a strong sedative momo? it's alright if i use your names right?"

"y-yes of course." nayeon responds for her, but momo looks back at you, thinking before she replies.

"erm... well i was kinda just asking around outside the campus bar- obviously i didn't say we were going to use it to kidnap you, i just thought uni students might have some sort of access to like party drugs or whatever. i didn't realise it was going to knock you out like that-"

"and who gave you this drug?"

"erm... he was one of the older students i think... the most notable thing about him was his hair. he had big orange hair, curly, it made him kinda look like a clown."

your eyebrows crease together in a frown, so that's why the drug had worked so well. it was one of your own. you were only asking momo to see if there was suddenly new competition around campus for your drug business, but it seemed kim heechul, one of your drug pushers, had made moves of his own.

"what did he say to you?"

"he just told me what kind of drug it was. he didn't even ask me to pay actually- that was the main reason i took it. he just said if i was looking to have a good time this would be the perfect drug for it."

your mind works quickly, piecing the pieces together, anger bubbling up inside you at the realisation of one of your employee's actions.

"a-are... are you okay y/n?" momo looks concerned, stepping forward hesitantly.

you purse your lips, "i'm sorry momo. i just need to make sure... you didn't take any of this drug for yourself did you?"

she frowns, "no. why are you asking?"

you breathe a sigh of relief, "that's good. you three may not know this, but the drug you used to sedate me was mine. i kind of... control the drug market at our uni. i probably should've said that in my introduction to you all. i'm a mafia boss. it's also why i'd never go to the police and turn you in, that'd probably be exactly what they wanted... me to waltz right into a police station where they could hold me indefinitely."

they stare at you in shock, slowly coming to their senses.

"wait so... why would you tell us this? are you not afraid we'll turn you in?"

you laugh, "no. because we're at what you'd call an impasse. you turn me in and i turn you in. so the best solution for both of us is to do neither."

"oh..."

"anyway, i'm sorry you had to go through that momo. the ass that gave you those drugs has already been on a short leash. he probably intended for you to take the drugs and to take advantage of you while you were out. i may run one of the biggest crime organisations in the city but i still have morals. i mean- don't get me wrong i can see why he'd want you you're drop-dead gorgeous but if it were me, i'd just ask you out like any other normal person."

they stare at you while you ramble, still trying to process all the information they were learning, and trying to match their stereotype of a mafia boss in their heads to the girl their age dressed in an oversized hoodie and fluffy pyjama pants in front of them.

momo squeaks, "o-oh!"

"-like you're kind of adorable and really you're just my type which also grosses me out because why do i have the same type as that clown kim heechul- like you don't gross me out sorry i didn't mean for it to sound like that although i think it's quite well established by now that i think you're really attractive so it's definitely not you and kim heechul is definitely getting shot and-"

"woah! woah woah slow down i don't think anyone needs to get shot- um and it's okay you don't need to apologise- i probably should've known better than to take free drugs from a random person on the street..."

you frown, "don't say that. why don't you come under me? i wouldn't want anyone taking advantage of you like that again. and you won't have to worry about stupid stuff like whether or not it's your fault for being adorably innocent, you'll have my full protection."

momo blinks, looking at sana and nayeon for help.

you misunderstand, thinking she's worried about her friends, "your friends can join too. it's decent money, and i won't make any of you do anything you're not comfortable with. i get it y'know? i'm only able to pay for college because i do this, and i'm good at making other people do the dirty work. dangle some drugs and money and people will do anything for you."

nayeon lets out a sound of disbelief, "...this is a joke right? like surely this is a joke. sana pinch me."

sana does exactly that, but nayeon yelps, "not that hard!"

"you asked me to pinch you!"

"yeah pinch me not crab claw me!"

"i just got my nails done it's not my fault!"

before you can laugh at their antiques the door behind them slams open, people rushing in with guns pointed. there's a few screams before hands are clamped over mouths and you feel yourself be surrounded.

you react instantly when you see one of the intruders grab momo by the neck, pointing a gun at her head. you lurch forward, pushing past the people surrounding you, knocking the gun out of their hand and hitting the back of it into the person's head, rendering them unconscious with the force of your blow.

you quickly check on momo, helping her up and inspecting her neck, fingers tingling from where your skin meets.

"boss- what- are you okay?"

"shut up! i was fine! god can't i have a single day to myself without you numbskulls barging in?" you bark with your fingers still daintily checking momo's neck for any marks.

"you- you were kidnapped boss we were just-"

"i'm fine now aren't i? i can take care of myself. i don't need you all watching my every move! i'd like to have some privacy to myself every now and then." you turn back to the bodyguards looking awkward and shuffling around in their bulky protective wear and guns.

"y-yes boss. sorry boss."

"wait for me outside." you sigh, flicking your wrist in annoyance, "and find kim heechul. i need to have a word with him." you add as an afterthought.

they shuffle out the door they came through, mumbling apologies and tripping over themselves. you roll your eyes, refocusing back on the other women in the room.

"i'm sorry about that. are you guys okay?"

they stare at you, faces tinged with red, nayeon speaks up first. "so you weren't joking..."

you shake your head, "and i'm serious about coming under me too. i'm kinda afraid to say it but if word gets out that i was kidnapped, some of my rivals might go out looking for you three and try to recruit you for themselves. they'll treat you a lot worse than i will. and they generally won't take no for an answer..."

"but you'll take no for an answer?" sana chirps in.

"like i said- i don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to."

nayeon and sana look between them, but momo shrugs, smiling up at you, "i'm in. i like you. you're funny."

you grin at her, justifying the immediate connection you felt with her just by being able to anticipate the kind of person she was.

"well if momo's in i'm in." sana agrees happily, slinging an arm around momo.

they look towards nayeon who rolls her eyes and groans, "someone has to make sure the two of you don't kidnap the wrong person again right?"

they all break into laughter and you join them, feeling like you had people you could almost call friends for the first time since you'd started your mafia business.

[kaivenom]

Can you do op dilfs as sugerdaddies pretty please?

The OP Dilfs as sugar daddies

Characters: Doflamingo, Mihawk, Crocodile, Smoker, Shanks

Masterlist

Dracule Mihawk

He isn't the one who has a lot of money but since he already has everything he needs: house, service, food (from his crops), etc... all his money goes to you.

He isn't the one to need money to have fun nor to travel so you are the one who obliges him to take some vacations and be like a normal human being.

He loves that you use his money not just for yourself but also to find moments and things that you both can enjoy together.

A shipcruise? a dinner on the baratie? a full week spa? no problem.

He is more than willing to desconect from the world and let you order him, cause he know you are there to make him feel good and care for him.

Donquixote Doflamingo

You are not only his sugar baby but also the unofficial queen of Dressrosa so not only his money is at your disposal but everything on his kingdom (of course you have to ask for his permision first).

You only have to stand him, cause that is a hell of a task.

Not only stand him but praise him and glorify him.

Day and night, you have to be at his disposal to everything.

You are spending a day on the spa that he payed for, then he needs you cause he wants to complain about a stupid marine? two options, he gets there and the spa gets cleared out and just the two of you, the other thing is that he can order some guards to to get you and bring you to the palace.

Either way, the conclusion is that you can have anything you want but it can all go away if he wants it, but it's still a risk you are willing to take.

Sr. Crocodile

The most experienced one, maybe he already had one sugar baby before you but it probably ended bad cause his relationship didn't include feelings, yours do.

He buys you everything you want with the condition that you also do something with your life, he knows how important is to work or at least do something creative.

With him every action has a reaction, he pays dinner you learn something to cook at home, he wants to take a walk then you acompany him and choose the place.

The same goes the other round, you got sick and he cares for you...

He knows that you can't gain as money as him but you can compensate with other attributes, it's like a silent agreement.

Smoker

Very traditional, he gets the money and you get all the luxury and love you want.

He even encourages you to stay at home and don't do any work, just have the fun you want.

But if you want to work then he accepts it.

He gives you all, his money, his house, his time, all himself is at your disposal for whatever you want.

The only thing you do is love him unconditionally.

Akagami Shanks

Realistically, he is a mess with finances so you have to take care of the money, he is a compulsive buyer.

But since he is the one who earns it, he buys you things, he gets you to the most expensive dates, he buys alcohol.

There is a point where even the crew lend you the money files of Shanks so you can control him.

When you proposed him an expenses plan, he got angry... but tried to follow to make you happy.

Then he appeared with a bunch of new gifts for you and all the crew got mad at him cause he was going to ruin their budgets.

[monstersdownthepath]

Homebrew Horror: Gremlin, Firgor

(Art by Wayworncrow!)

There are only a handful of items more useful to an adventuring party than Bags of Holding, items so valuable that few adventurers--even ones which tend to travel on their own--would live without for more than a few weeks into their careers for fear of traveling unprepared, or for fear of being forced to leave loot behind. Whenever the opportunity to obtain one arises, most would jump at the chance! And who wouldn't? You never have to worry about encumbrance again with one! The money you'd save hiring carts is astronomical! Unfortunately, nothing so convenient could exist without the whims of some fiend or Fey attempting to make a mockery of it, and these creatures are proof of it.

Without a need for air and having the ability to turn invisible on a whim, Firgor spend the entirety of their lives nesting within Bags of Holding and other extradimensional storage spaces like them, sustained partially by whatever morsels they can rake into their lairs with their long, rubbery arms, and mostly by "sacrifices" delivered right to them by unwitting explorers, adventurers, and merchants. Hidden by ramshackle suits of camouflage built from whatever knickknacks the bag's owner hoards, an unwitting victim may 'host' a Firgor for months or even years without realizing it's even there, and all the while the gremlin wreaks small but meaningful amounts of havoc on their lives.

No one is entirely sure when the first of these strange, alien-looking gremlins began to manifest across the world, and it's entirely by their own design. Firgor possess a small but potent number of psychic abilities granted to them by their unusual nature, chief among them the ability to simply force others to forget their presence. Any creature not looking directly at a Firgor tends to swiftly forget they ever saw it, and any item rendered invisible by the gremlin's spellwork is similarly forgotten until the gremlin decides to give its new 'toy' back for one reason or another. As Firgor age, they gradually leech magical power from the countless items introduced to their homes and gain magical powers of their own, culminating in the awakening of more powerful psychic abilities, such as the ability to temporarily seal away a victim's knowledge and skills. This intangible theft is the ultimate goal of all Firgor, who draw immense joy (and perhaps even psychic sustenance) from the chaos which erupts when someone cannot remember crucial information or access skills they once possessed.

How many times has it happened across the world, that otherwise competent and well-trained adventurers simply forget the true extent of their apocalyptic armory, misplace otherwise impossible-to-forget trophies, or lament the loss of a useful tool they should still have? Why do highly-skilled Fighters and raging Barbarians simply lose the ability to use the techniques they've been honing for years? How is it that Wizards and Witches smarter than entire rooms of people put together, alongside Clerics and Paladins who are guided by higher forces, cannot remember what spells they've prepared for the day? How many times has an adventuring party said, with panic tinged by exasperation, "You could DO THAT/You HAD THAT this whole time?!" in response to one of their members producing a heretofore unseen (or forgotten) item or skill?

In many of these cases the next two words out of the victim's mouth are tinged with surprise, then frustrated realization: "I... Firgor."

FIRGOR GREMLIN CR 2

Neutral Evil Tiny Fey Init: +2; Senses: Darkvision 120ft, low-light vision; Perception +6

------ Defense ------

AC 16, touch 14, flat-footed 14 (+2 Dex, +2 natural, +2 size) HP 18 (3d6+6) Fort +3 Ref +5 Will +3 Defensive abilities Bag Lair; DR 5/Cold iron; SR 13

------ Offense ------

Speed 10ft, climb 10ft Melee 2 claws +5 (1d2-2), OR improvised weapon +1 (1d4-2), claw +0 (1d2-2) Ranged Improvised weapon -1 (1d4-2) Space 2 1/2ft; Reach 10ft (with claws) Special Attacks Out of Sight, Out of Mind Spell-like Abilities (CL 3; Concentration +5)

3/day--Detect Magic, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation, Read Magic 1/day--Memory Lapse (DC 13)

------ Statistics ------

Str 7 Dex 15 Con 14 Int 12 Wis 11 Cha 15 Base Atk: +1; CMB -3; CMD 9 Feats Deft Hands, Weapon Finesse Skills Bluff +8, Disable Device +5, Escape Artist +8, Perception +6, Knowledge (Arcana) +3, Sleight of Hand +12, Stealth +16 (+18 while inside lair), Use Magic Device +8 Racial Modifiers: +2 to Sleight of Hand, +2 to Stealth while inside its lair Languages Aklo, Common SQ Compression, Longarm, No Breath

------ Ecology ------

Environment: Any Organization: Solitary Treasure: Incidental (and usually yours already)

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Combat: Firgor are lazy and cowardly, and do not to engage in combat if it can be avoided, preferring to quietly slink into their lairs if danger passes. Their first response to danger is withdrawing into their lair and attempting to become invisible to make everyone forget they saw it. When inside their lairs, they usually forego using their claws and instead will use whatever items they can to attack their enemies, whether it be used as an improvised weapon or a dangerous magic item.

Morale: Firgor always try and retreat into their lairs when possible, but if their enemies follow them into their lairs, they will threaten valuables and heirlooms with destruction if they are not left alone. If this does not work, they have little recourse but to fight to the death.

------ Special Abilities ------

Bag Lair (Ex): Firgor nest inside of Bags of Holding and other small, portable extradimensional spaces, holding onto the insides with their tiny legs while they use their arms to move and attack. Whenever a Firgor moves, it can drag its bag lair with it. While in its lair, a Firgor has cover from everything outside its lair. As a move action, a Firgor can fully withdraw into its lair, making itself impossible to target or affect with anything outside of the lair, often requiring combatants to enter the lair to chase after it. It cannot target or interact with anything outside of its lair until it uses another move action to relocate to the lair's entry.

Longarm (Ex): The long, rubbery arms of a Firgor give it exceptional reach for a Tiny creature. In addition, it possesses an eye in one of its palms, allowing it to perform feats such as making skill checks or attack rolls from cover without penalty and without exposing its body.

Out of Sight, Out of Mind (Sp/Su): As a full-round action that provokes an attack of opportunity, a Firgor can become invisible, as the spell. While invisible in this way, any creature that saw it within the last minute must succeed a DC 13 Will save or forget what they've seen, retaining only a vague recollection. 1d2 rounds after failing the save, the victim completely forgets about the gremlin's existence. Any item the Firgor carries that is also affected by its invisibility is affected by this memory leakage; any creature searching for such an item forgets they were doing so if they fail the Will save, and forgets the item even existed 1d2 rounds later. If the item was especially important to the creature, or if its existence is reinforced by another creature who succeeded the save (or was just unaffected), an affected creature will rationalize the lost item as simply misplaced. Similarly, a creature that was attacked by the gremlin but was forced to forget about it will believe the wounds were sustained in an unrelated incident. Any creature damaged by the gremlin in the last minute has a +5 to the save against this ability. This is a mind-affecting effect, and its saving throw is Charisma-based.

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Firgor Malefactors

Over time, a Firgor gains even greater power due to absorbing latent magic from its surroundings and establishing a deeper connection to the Astral Plane, gaining psychic abilities. A Firgor Malefactor gains 2 to 4 additional racial Hit Dice and the Psychic Magic ability alongside a handful of spells which differ from gremlin to gremlin, typically keeping in line with the theme of its most precious stolen treasures. Some, even rarer specimens instead gain 2 to 4 levels in an occult class, typically Mesmerist or Occultist, and advance from there.

In addition to whatever powers they gain from their advancement, all Malefactors gain the following abilities:

A deflection bonus to their AC equal to their Charisma modifier, minimum 1.

An additional eye in their other palm, granting them All-Around vision.

Both the Catch Off-Guard and Throw Anything feats as bonus feats.

Brain Fog (Su): Once per hour as a standard action, a Firgor Malefactor can force a mental block into a creature's psyche, cutting it off from its own experiences. The target must be within 60ft. The target must succeed a Will saving throw with a DC of 10 + 1/2 the Malefactor's HD + the Malefactor's Charisma modifier or lose access to one of the following: all of the ranks in X of its skills, X of its prepared spells, X of its feats, X of its spell-like abilities, OR one Extraordinary or Supernatural ability it possesses, all chosen by the gremlin. "X" is the Malefactor's Charisma modifier. A creature can only be affected by one instance of Brain Fog at a time (the Malefactor blocking a new ability releases the old one), and its abilities remain locked away for 24 hours or until it receives the benefits of any spell which would cure mental ability score damage or restore memories (such as Modify Memory, Psychic Surgery, or Restoration). Creatures affected by this ability often simply forget they had access to the blocked abilities at all. A creature unaware of the Firgor, such as if it's asleep, takes a -5 penalty to the saving throw against this ability.

[gingerjolover]

been in my naomi vibes as of late, would luv to see a smut of naomi for v-day 🎀 possibly involving a lingerie fashion show as you’ve discussed on your page before. luv ur writing 🫶

oh haiiii

so i had this as a whole fic and it.. got deleted

so i shall summarize

RPF smut under da cut, minors gtfo<3 (im so srs)

okay so a long time ago i mentioned that (canonically) naomi calls soft!gf "babydoll" bc of their obsession with buying soft!gf lingerie

and we shall divulge in this however it should be known that naomi did not start buying you lingerie right out the gate okay?

it all started when you and naomi started dating, you didn't uhaul honestly, i feel like naomi is really into their space and environment and it takes a lot of effort for nomi to either move or allow big changes in their space

it starts because naomi bought you a bunch of pajama sets for their apartment

and this just became a thing like naomi would see a cute set online or even on the road and just get it and mail it home for you or whatever

and eventually after a little bit you find out naomi's love for you in lingerie (im thinking it was a lace top and jeans situation that naomi just could not keep it in their pants) and thats when the babydoll thing starts

not the naomi starts off conservatively, but it's really the act of taking it off of you that excites them

but eventually they realize that you find some confidence when they worship you in it so they start to put more effort into what the color is, the type of material, the fit of the set, how easy is it to put on and take off, can the top be worn with jeans in public, and so on and so forth

and this isn't a weekly or even monthly thing, it really is only for special occasions or when naomi wants to spice things up

it's pretty much expected on either of your birthdays, valentines day, and your anniversary to find a big black box with a ribbon tied around it on your bed waiting for you

and maybe because muna has been so busy, naomi hasn't bought any in a while so there's like three or four boxes the night before valentines day

and naomi has the cockiest shit-eating grin on their face, probably in a pair of loose cargos or joggers, a grey crewneck on as they lounge on the bed, hands behind their head

"go on babydoll, show me what ya got," comes out of their mouth, and if you didn't love them sm you'd roll your eyes

and naomi carefully curated the lingerie for valentines this year, like there's a style you really like, a color that compliments your skin, one that is unique and you haven't tried before, and maybe a risky one that naomi didn't know if you'd be interested in

"need help?" naomi would call, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, manspreading with their hands clasped

"no, give me a sec," you'd reply, slipping on the first one

and one by one you'd come out of the bathroom, naomi letting out a low whistle or pretending to faint or fanning themselves, trying to hype you up

they always hold a hand above you, spinning you gently before kissing your hand, rough hands running up and down your sides

naomi is rubbing your hips, groaning softly, "look at you baby doll, goddamn," before pulling you between their legs kissing you softly

naomi ushers you back to the bathroom with a sweet tap on your ass, pushing you softly

but the last one, it's probably a babydoll style but has a bunch of cut outs or is like completely see through

and it's less about the lingerie like i said before, there is something so intimate about this experience for the two of you, both getting some type of boost from it

but this one is like... intensely horny, like you gasp pulling it out of the box bc its almost unholy

and it's probably in a soft pink or dark red or white, one that would compliment your skin tone well (but there's not a ton of fabric to begin with like its mostly frills and sheer)

and you walk out of the bathroom, a tiny bit insecure because it's just SO different than the usual ones

and naomi's reaction is new, its a full jaw drop, absolute shock to the system as naomi literally stutters

there's no witty comment, no annoying whistle or anything, they just stare at you jaw slack

"oh- no, no, don't cover up, get your cute ass over here... holy shit," naomi says, still shocked but noticing your nervousness. and you walk over gently, and even for the room thats literally vibrating in sexual tension and insanely horny energy, naomi just brushes some hair out of your face and cups your cheek, "you look so pretty babydoll," and it's so tender and affectionate you could sob

and honestly, kinda a blur but it takes naomi approximately .5 seconds to rip it off of you before they are buried between your legs

like never ate a meal before/drinking from the fountain of youth shit naomi is literally devouring you

and by the second orgasm (from their tongue alone) naomi's sweating bro, ripping off their crewneck and then laying on the bed, pulling down their pants just enough bc of fucking course they were packing all day in preparation

and look if naomi is using a strap, you're bouncing okay? they call you bunny for a reason

but it's almost frenzied, like you both know what you need to do

small glances and shy smiles are exchanged, both speaking with your eyes to make sure that everything is still good between you both and everything is consensual and chill and feeling good

one of naomi's hands grips your hip as they help guide you down onto the strap, the other rubbing your ass softly

"good job bunny, that's my girl," they whisper, a proud cocky smirk on their face as yours contorts

and naomi is so calm the whole time, letting you move around how you need to so you can get off

right as your about to cum again, naomi has a hand in your hair, bringing your face to theirs

"good job bunny, what do you have to say? hm?" naomi asks, breathy and whispery as your legs shake

"thank you for- the clothes," you mumble, your nose rubbing against theirs sweetly, but your panting as their fingers tug a little harder at the root of your hair

"good job bunny, let go," naomi whispers, letting you release, your face in their neck as they rub your back gently

also naomi is the king of aftercare i said it once i'll say it again

and yes they tore that last set to pieces! what did you expect! you're hot!

[h-l-v-kennedy-blog]

Unadvised (getting so close to someone so quickly)

pairing: robert kennedy x oc (ava worthing) synopsis: months fly by and bobby is surely falling in love with ava, even if the timing isn't exactly ideal. warnings: nothing that crazy tbh, joe sr. being an asshole in passing, mentions of bobby loathing lbj. word count: 2,254 notes: after a long time, bobby and ava's story continues. i'm posting this on valentine's day, so happy valentine's, this is your little gift from me to you, readers. here is part 3.

There was a date, then two, then five and more than a dozen in the summer of ‘59, nothing explicit, for in Bobby’s family, he was the more prudish and least lewd of his brothers. But there was a linger of deep desire for Ava, that he began to fester inside him, with or without her near him.  

One month turned to two and so on. Bobby couldn’t help but enjoy any moment of her presence. But such joy wasn’t to be permanent. Jack’s presidential campaign for the party nomination was coming to a head. He was helping lay the groundwork in several states for the campaign, meaning he was travelling all around the country.

He was also managing it, and he knew what words his father would inevitably say to him. “No distractions, head in the game if we want Jack in the White House in January ‘61. After that, do who- or whatever you want. Until then, keep your nose clean and your goal is the campaign.”  

Which the patriarch Joseph P. Kennedy did say to Bobby, no earlier than in late October 1959. 

“Bobby, I know you’ve found some company for yourself, and your mother and I couldn’t be happier. But if she’s going to become a liability or a distraction, then you need to end it. Nothing is going to stand in my... Jack’s way to the White House. No young graduate who’s turned your head, no one.” 

Bobby understood the possible image it would taint. But Ava wasn’t wholly undesirable. She was raised Catholic, came from a good background (her father ran a widely successful publishing company in New York), and was educated. Sure, she was younger than him. The same could be said for Jack and his wife Jacqueline, who had a gap of twelve years, same as him and Ava. So, it wasn’t all that unseemly. However, he argued with himself, it wouldn’t exactly look the best if his courtship would be made public. “Campaign manager is busier with his girlfriend than the campaign” or some headline like that passed through his mind. Because it would derive attention away from Jack and his campaign. Which wasn’t the goal. 

All in all, Joe Sr.’s words meant in short: “Keep this to yourself, don’t overshadow your brother. Don’t bring attention to yourself.” 

And Bobby did what he thought was best. 

He busied himself more with the campaign. Ava was away in the fall and most of the winter of ‘59 anyway. On a ‘worldliness tour’ was what Ava jokingly called it when sending Bobby letters, handwritten letters from Rome, Paris, Tokyo, Berlin and London. He missed her terribly, so terribly in fact he kept one of her letters tucked in a pocket of his slacks or whatever form of pants he wore. He, one time, mistakenly had tucked a letter in his shorts while down in Palm Beach during the holidays and his younger sister Pat had pushed him into the pool. The result was a soaked and ruined letter. Something he fretted over, but to his disdain was unsalvageable. Still, he didn’t deter from keeping a part of her with him at all times. 

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On January 3rd, 1960, Senator John F. Kennedy announced his choice to seek the Democratic Parties nomination for president of the United States of America, meaning the campaign was fully on.  

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April 1960 

Ava was back now. And after settling herself in her shared apartment in Foxhall Village, a neighbourhood in D.C, not that far from Georgetown. She didn’t have a day job yet, and she didn’t really need one, but she knew she had to find something to occupy her days with.  

The phone rings in the hallway, she picks up the black handle. “Hello?” 

“Hello, Ava.” Bobby’s voice crackled through the receiver. 

“Hi, Bobby. Remind me, where are you again?” Ava rested the handle in the crook of her neck as she took the rotary phone into her hand and moved it into her living room, free hand pulling on the long black cord as she collapsed into a blue armchair.

“West Virgnia, the primary-” 

“Jack’s facing off Humphrey, yes, I remember.” She cut him off, remembering. “Oh, sorry, I talked over you.” 

“No, no. I’m glad you remembered, and you can talk over me all you want.” He said things like that, making her insides feel a bit warm and fuzzy. 

“Are you sure? I know it’s a bad habit.” 

“I’m sure, Ava. I like listening to you talk...I miss that.” 

“Should I buy myself a Dictaphone and record myself, and send you the tapes?” A slight laugh came from the other line. 

“I don’t think you have to go to that much trouble for me.” He tried to verbally wave off the idea. 

“Oh, but you’re worth the trouble.” She insisted. Ava had noticed that Bobby could put himself down and downplay his own qualities, and she didn’t like it one bit. 

“Just hearing your voice is enough...and it reminds me that at least one person is definetly voting for Jack.”  

She chuckled and tried to parry his words. “Are you sure, I might swing my vote, who knows?” 

“Oh.” That ‘oh’ meant he had been serious when he said what he said. 

Ava backtracked instantly. “Hey, no ‘oh’, I was kidding, of course I’m voting blue. You know my family votes blue no matter who it is. And if it’s Jack, all the better.” 

“I...I knew that...that you were kidding.” His voice became more high-pitched and reedy when he was nervous or feeling insecure. 

“Bobby, let’s move on. I’m voting Kennedy after your brother takes the nod at the DNC. We’re good, okay? Now, when did you think we could go out for-” 

“I want you to meet my parents.” He said it so fast she was almost sure she misunderstood. 

Ava froze and an empty airspace formed on the phone line. 

She managed to find her voice: “Wa-wait, what? You want me to- Bobby, I’m flattered-” 

“Oh.” Another damn ‘oh’. 

“Let me finish, all right?” 

A hum came from Bobby’s end. 

“Good boy.” A spurt of laughter. “As I was saying. I’m flattered, but are you sure we’re at that point? And you sure they want to meet me during such a important time for your family?” 

“You’re important to me.” He mumbled, softly, Ava almost couldn’t hear him. 

“Yes, I’ve gathered as much. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have stuck around even when I was abroad. You know most men, younger, would have found another, while their girlfriend is away abroad.” 

“Well...I do know. That was how Ethel and I...” Yes, the ex, a bit of sore spot, if both sides were honest. It was a shadow that they had yet overcome, and it still brought an air of awkwardness to any conversation she came up in. “...her older sister was abroad, and Ethel..and I...” 

“Ah, I see.” 

“No, but you don’t. I... I learned from that, and I wouldn’t do that to you.” 

“Firstly, since I have no younger sister to swoop in and take you away.” Ava deadpanned, making Bobby let out a nervous chuckle. 

“Yes, I know that. And she would be too young anyway.” A pause. “Ava, I promise, I wouldn’t do that to you.” 

“I know, Bobby.” 

“Good, good. I want you to know that.” 

“Good, I know.” 

“Maybe, you’re right, about it...maybe we’re not at that point, yet. But my family is very important to me and they’re a big part of my life. And you’ve well...” 

“Yes. All right, why don’t you get your brother through the West Virgnia primary, and we’ll table this? But we will talk about this again.” 

 “You sure? We could just forget-” 

“No, Bobby. We-I want to talk about it, just not over the telephone maybe, while you don’t have six hundred campaign problems clouding your brain?” 

“Okay, you’re probably right.” He conceded. 

“You know what would solve our long-distance problem?” 

“What?” 

“If I just volunteered to work for the campaign, then I’d get to travel with you and you wouldn’t have to miss me so terribly, as you do.” 

“I... I wouldn’t want to be your superior and... boss you around. I couldn’t be seen giving you special treatment. Even if you’re my...girlfriend.” Ava knew he was blushing; he did every time he called her his girlfriend. “It would be...” 

“...nice to have me around. I can type. I can lick stamps. I’d be a good worker, come on, Bobby. Please.”  

“Ava, I... I don’t think that...it’s the best idea.” 

“But don’t you miss me?” 

“Of course, I do.” 

“Then...” 

He gave in. “You’re very determined when you want something, it’s almost irritating.” 

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me.” 

“No, it isn’t. And when I see you again, I’ll prove you wrong.”  

“I’ll be waiting.” 

---

Ava managed to insert herself quite well into the campaign, being a diligent worker at the headquarters in Boston, where she saw how Bobby managed the campaign with almost military and micro-managing precision. She saw that he could bite someone's head off if they were slacking off, so she knew to always look to be doing something even if she noticed he shifted his tone when he talked to her. His hand would sometimes graze her arm when he asked her for updates on phone calls she made or telegrams she sent. 

During the DNC she managed beforehand to register as a delegate from the New York state delegation, so she was down on the convention floor, cajoling delegates (many older than her) as best as she could. All the while, she and Bobby managed some private rendezvous in their hotel rooms. 

On the morning after the Democratic presidential nomination was secured for the Kennedy campaign, the choice of VP was made in the early hours. 

Bobby, not liking the choice that Jack had made, choosing Senate Majority Leader Lyndon Baines Johnson to be VP, tried in vain to convince LBJ to not join the ticket.

Defeated and irritated after trying to one last time have Jack change his mind and failing, he went over to Ava’s hotel room. He knocked on the door, waiting. 

A moment later, Ava’s figure appeared (wearing a blue silk nightgown with a robe over it) with the door opening. “Who is it?” She knew what choice had been made, but just not the who. 

She knew it wasn’t someone Bobby liked, seeing as he looked like a sad puppy. 

“Johnson.” He scoffed, pushing into her room and flopping onto her bed, behaving not like a grown man, but more like a petulant child. 

“Ah. At least you have a better chance in the South, if he can rally the Dixiecrats.” She offered him the bright side, but he let out a huff and buried his face in her pillows. “Bobby. Come on.” She sat on the bed and gently touched his shoulder. “All is not lost.” 

“But he is a brute who spread stories about Jack just before balloting. I... I don’t trust him, and... ugh.” The more irritated he’d get, the less literate. 

“I know. But that’s just how politics works, you have a enemy who’s trying to stab you in the back, but the next day, you need him as an ally, so he won’t killed by the third guy, who’s after the both of you.” 

“How eloquently put, Miss Worthing.” He turned to lay on his side, a messy forelock of hair in his face. 

Ava pushed it aside, making Bobby sigh as his eyes closed. “A literature degree comes in handy.” 

A small smile came to his lips, and he peeled his eyes open, pale blue eyes catching her grey ones. “You are...something else. You’re much more democratic than I took you for. And you surprise me, constantly. You know so much more than you let on.” 

“Well, I’m a fast learner. When I got you to let me join the campaign, the next day I was at the nearest library.” 

He reached out a hand and his fingers twisted in her hair. “And so, from books you got this... almost calming wisdom? Are you sure you’re the younger one in our pair? I feel like I’m schooled by you more often than not.” 

She chuckled shyly. “Well, I wouldn’t call it wisdom. And I don’t like the thought that I’m making you feel less than.” 

“Which you don’t. I feel...like I don’t deserve you half the time. Because, you're…wonderful." He tugged at the strands of her hair between his fingers, pulling her down to his face.

Smiling, one hand rest on the mattress to steady herself as her face was lowered to his. Their lips touched, careful, but comfortable. The way Bobby touched her was like he was handling fine china or witnessing something sacred. He wasn't too rough with her, since he treasured feeling her mouth against his, his fingers still tangled in her hair. He pulled her closer, making her fall on top of him, letting out a surprised giggle, which did make him more eager.

Her hands had found themselves on his the base of his neck, the back of his head resting against one of her pillows. His hand, that was not tangled in her hair, grasped at her upper back.

Carnal pleasure was a sin, right?

He'd repent later, he needed her more than safe passage to Heaven, right now.

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[little-annie]

WIP WEDNESDAY | The Honeymooner's | Steddie | Eddie's chaotic unreliable POV

It's just supposed to be a fun week away for the two friends, but when Eddie's guilt gets a hold of him and he learns if he and Steve were on their honeymoon Steve would save 30% on the room, well things get a little carried away.

---

Okay, so yes, Eddie is very excited and very appreciative of this little boy's week-long getaway that he and Steve planned and yes he can't wait to finally spend a few days without the gremlins gnawing on his ankles or demanding for a ride to the arcade. But… but he feels guilty, very very guilty. And why, you may ask. Well, Steve's paying for the whole thing, that's why. The guy insisted upon it, saying something about how Eddie's been working so hard on getting his GED and working at Thatcher Tire and helping Steve take care of their somehow combined 7 children. That he deserved it. That, "Don't worry man, you can get me back sometime if you're so worried about it."

Steve's a good friend like that. Always has been.

Eddie's not really sure how they happened, really it seems like some weird anomaly that they can even coexist in the same space let alone willingly spend the majority of their free time together, but they do. He supposes though, one particular gremlin is to blame for the colliding of their souls. Dustin Henderson specifically. At first Eddie was jealous then when he met Steve, well, then he was kinda infatuated and it's all been downhill from there. Eddie's in love now. Hopelessly, irrevocably in love. With his straight best friend. How cliche.

How fucking cliche.

Eddie huffs to himself and tries to avoid checking out Steve's ass in his way too tight Levi's as they enter the lobby of some too nice hotel in the middle of what he thinks to be some Indiana State Park. Truthfully, he doesn't remember where they are, slept the majority of the way here since they left after work and he's exhausted, but the place is nice. Cosy almost if it weren't for its vastness. Really it resembles what he'd imagine to be a lodge. A giant log cabin if you will. Somewhere he supposes Harrington Sr. probably stays for some fancy men's hunting trip or something. Looks like the type of place that'd be a resort in the winter. Large fireplaces, overstuffed leather furniture, mounts from what he assumes to be the owners hunting trips.

In all honesty it isn't what he expected, but it's still nice and well, he's not paying for it so he's not complaining.

God he doesn't even want to think about what the room cost Steve for the week.

"Checking in under Harrington," Steve's voice pulls Eddie from the fog of his thoughts as he checks in, a young giggling couple to their left doing the same.

Trying to not grimace at the sight of the love birds, Eddie too approaches the front desk, leans against its edge and watches Steve as he signs a piece of paper and hands over his ID and credit card to the receptionist or whatever the front desk lady is called, Chrissy, he assumes if the strawberry blondes name tag is anything to go by.

Idle and waiting to get to their room and sleep in until noon tomorrow, Eddie zones out, all too focused on Steve's profile as he talks. The only thing filtering through his brain is the crushing guilt of this weekend, Steve's sharp jaw and the couple next to him talking a little too loudly to ignore as they boast about their recent wedding to their receptionist, the poor young man looking far too exhausted to give a shit. But it's then that Eddie hears that same receptionist say to the couple, "With your honeymoon package, you'll be saving 30% on your stay with us. Here are your keys … -"

It's then too, that something occurs to Eddie and his mouth runs away from him as he more or less blurts out, "Oh congratulations, we're honeymooning too."

The couple squeals and congratulates them as they scurry off to their room and Eddie has all but two seconds to process what he's just done (tried to save Steve money in the dumbest way possible) before Chrissy is doing the same, saying to he and Steve, "Congratulations! Oh my goodness that's so exciting! Well, let me do something special for your little week away then. I'll upgrade you two to the Honeymooner's Package and Mr. and Mr. Harrington," the gal winks, "you'll receive a room upgrade, 30% off of your stay and free access to so many of our great amenities."

Red in the cheeks at the idea of being married to Steve Harrington, Eddie, for the first time in a long time is speechless. What has he done? They're going to have to act like a couple now or they'll get found out and kicked out. Fuck. What the fuc-

An arm slips around Eddie's waist and squeezes, his whole body going up in flames as he goes rigid.

"Thank you," Steve says, Eddie assumes to Chrissy as he momentarily blacks out and is solely held up by the muscular arm that wraps tighter around him, fingers on his waist that have never been there before.

What the fuck?

Then there's a kiss on his cheek and Eddie has never snapped so suddenly back to reality.

Steve's eyes find Eddie's almost immediately, somehow communicating at the same time, 'Are you okay?' and 'Man, you got us into this mess, act the part.'

He really did, didn't he?

Well…

Eddie leans into Steve more intentionally, trying to ignore the desperate flutter in his chest when Steve smiles and pulls him closer, his thumb gently caressing the thin fabric at Eddie's side while they wait for Chrissy to make the changes in the system and hand them their keys.

It's all so foreign, but really it's not. They're touchy, maybe in each other's space a bit too much, sometimes to the point that one of the kids or Robin feels the need to shout at them to get a room. But it's never this. It's never long lasting lingering touches that kinda make Eddie want to cry. It's never this intimate. It's normally teasing or comforting. Sitting in each other's lap just to be a pain in the ass or squeezes to the arm when they can tell the other is stressed out. Things like that. Never coupley shit. Never this.

"Honey?" Steve's voice comes as a whisper close to Eddie's ear, sweet like honey and teasing, there's a smirk on his lips, "Wanna go check out the room?"

Chrissy giggles after handing Steve the keys and disappears behind a door leaving just the two twenty-somethings alone in the lobby. Steve's arm is still around Eddie's waist.

Eddie blinks, nods like a fucking idiot and lets out a horrible, barely there gasp when Steve's hand leaves his body only to ghost down his arm and intertwine their fingers together, pulling him along.

It's not until they're in the closed elevator that their hands separate and Eddie's able to manage words again. "What the fuck did I just do?"

Steve snorts a laugh before he shrugs, leans against the wall next to Eddie and says simply, "Made our week away a lot more interesting, that's for sure."

All Eddie can manage is a groan, knocking his head against the wall to which Steve responds, "Well that and saved me a couple hundred bucks."

—------

Things only get worse once they get to their room. Not only did they get upgraded to the Honeymooner's Package, it appears they too got upgraded to a honeymoon suite.

Jesus H Christ

Steve's cackling at the door of the room, gaudy red carpet beneath his feet as Eddie shoulders past him to get a better look. And Christ alive, it's awful. So, so awful.

For starters there's only one bed. Heart shaped in all its glory beneath a mirrored ceiling with a basket of what looks to be condoms, lube and lotions stationed artfully in its centre.

Awful.

Than, there's the bathroom that's more or less a fucking fish bowl. From where he's standing, only a few feet further into the room than Steve, Eddie can see that those glass walls provide no privacy. NONE. What the ever loving fuck!? There's a huge tub and shower and nothing more than a thick pane of glass separating them from the rest of the room.

Aw-ful.

What has he gotten himself into?

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Whatever you make of me

some word vomit i came up with. Special dedication to @trippygalaxy! Enjoy your SR!Link. Not proofread, im going to bed, this took hours

Tw: Kidnapping, mention of murder

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You’d always known Link to be kind. From the earliest days of your childhood you’d known him to be the definition of kind. He’d run errands for his grandfather, look after injured animals and even stood up to your childhood bullies on a few occasions. Point of the matter was, Link was a good willed person. Someone you could trust, and have on many occasions, with your life. Someone you would spend time, and currently are, walking to the edges of the world to ensure his safety.

He’s changed on some levels, sure, but he’s proven he’s still Link. He’s grown to be taller than you now, he’s let his hair get longer, he no longer trusts people with the same open heart, but you can tell that ultimately he’s the same person. He never pushed past your boundaries, he still lets you braid his hair, he still regards you with the same crooked smile as always. He’s just Link.

You were worried first upon seeing the Realm, it’s softly glowing gem off putting. There was something new about the scruffy farm boy you grew up with that you couldn’t place. Something aside from the obvious. There was more about him than there always was, something you couldn’t help but feel apprehensive about. You felt as if the era you knew him was coming to a close, as if watching him leave for his adventure was seeing him out of your life. So against better judgement, you followed after him.

It’s been months since then, though it didn’t really feel like it. You learned a lot since as well. Swords didn’t feel unfamiliar in your hands, you learned the basics of healing and even met a few spirits. Learning to fight was the hardest of the three, surprisingly. Between having the spirits of heroes since passed trying their hardest to pretend you’re capable of fighting alongside Link and the man himself making your heart rate double whenever he’s within a two metre range of you, learning how to sword fight was difficult. And yet you learned. You learned how to manage the weight of the sword and your body, you learned when to swing and when to dodge, you learned responsibility and respect for your blade. You learned to fight.

You also had to learn collateral for after the fight. What herbs numb, which others will actually heal. You were reckless on your own when you didn’t know how to use your blade, but Link did and somehow managed twice the bruising. But it allowed a methodical chore that bought you some time alone when it was needed. You’d take your journal of herbs and head off into the treeline, throwing an explanation to Link over your shoulder. And that’d be it. And you’d usually return an hour or so later, flowers and herbs in hand. And usually Wild and you would joke and share stories as you prepped the herbs into elixirs.

But the longer you struggled against the rope blinding you to the pillar, the more you realised that may not be the case. You may not make it back to Link. You may not see your village again.

Link has always known you to be courageous. Despite himself being the literal hero of courage, he often found himself looking toward you. From the earliest days of your childhood, he can recall the never dying fire within you. That determination to fight in whatever you’d set your mind toward, you had a grit to you that he found admirable. Alluring, even.

He’s aware now more so than ever that there are people who’d fight to take your place at his side. People who’d give up every bit of themselves to be with him. But seeing you grow around your own will of betterment made him realise how unique you really were. He really didn’t have anyone as much as he had you. Or, At least, He didn’t want to have anyone else as much as he wanted to have you. You were the one to see past the circumstances that shifted him of kilter, and yet you accepted the whole for what it was. You changed to adapt and yet stayed much the same.

He admits that while the both of you could’ve done anything and spent your time with anyone else, he’s glad he got to live with you. It was privilege, or perhaps payment for the life he was given. In any case, it’s not like he’d ever admit it wholly.

Maybe some small part of his heart could understand it of himself, but it’d never be something he’d speak out into the world. He wouldn’t dare so much as write such vulnerability into existence. It was something for years he’s wrestled down, a hunger he’s learned to manage. He’d never force himself upon your side, he’d come at your every beck and call, but he’d never even dream of being the source of your discomfort. He only wished to bring you the love you brought upon him. Such a feeling he told himself he could not acknowledge. Such a feeling that could drive a man to madness if they were not careful. Such a feeling would to him if he were not careful.

It had been hours since you’d told him you were leaving to forage, and with not much more aside from your scream, you were gone.

He could feel him pushing at himself, pushing for him to find you, to help you. And yet he was effectively helpless. It took him nearly a week to track down the solitary fort you were presumed to be in -of course that was always presuming that they hadn’t moved your location since then and that you were still alive.

His sword felt oddly light in his hands as he trekked through the entry to the fort. His memories from there are hazed, mixed and muddled together until he can’t make much sense of them. Such a thing tends to happen when he taps into too much of the realm’s power. He embraces his soul, it guides him through the movements, cutting down body after body with little genuine regard for the consequences. All he cares about is getting to you, making sure that you were safe as he should have been able to ensure. He failed in keeping you safe once, but you would be again by the end of the night.

Seeing your slumped body tied to the support pillar was a mixed sight. He was endlessly relieved that you were alive, sure. But if there was so much as a single scratch on your skin, he could not guarantee the lives of anyone in the building. It was as if, at that moment, there was no filter to him. There was no better judgement telling him to stop as he cut you free from your bindings. There was no second guessing as he stole the breath from your lips with his own. He drank you in after so long of being starved by your absence. There really wasn’t any replacing you, the sentiment was incorrect down to the principle.

Seeing Link again, there was something different. Not odd or bad, just something about him that you couldn’t place. The blood was the most glaring, you’d have to double check him for injuries when you both were out of here.

Rather, it was his behaviour that struck you as off. He fell to his knees and desperately cut you free of the rope, hardly giving you a moment to process before he kissed you. It was uncoordinated and a little messy, but it was made up for in giddy enthusiasm.

He pulled back, his eyes glowing -no short of the word- as they searched you over. They fixated on your rope burns before he pressed tender kisses there too and lifted you up bridal style, not so much as a murmur passed between the two of you. There was something off about Link, but you suppose nothing really changed.

[716chr]

Chihiro Natsuyaki SR - “From Now, The Two Of Us” (Part 1)

Location: HAMA House - Living Room

Tao: 『You can freely decide your room layout with your roommate. Feel free to bring in any furnitures, equipments, or anything else, as long as it fits through the door』……

Tao: The president is so generous

Chihiro: Hey, hey. Tao-Tao, what kinda room do you like?

Chihiro: As for Chii~, somethin’ colorful and cute will be perfect ☆ The kinda room that just by bein’ in it can make Chii instantly super hyped!

Tao: You’re into streaming and all that stuffs, right? It’s probably best to have a good-looking background

Chihiro: And also~, a place where Chii’s TuRyStA Bears merchs can stay too! Chii will, like, put them where Chii can see them at all time and then say g’mornin’ to them in the mornin’ and g’night when it’s night!

Chihiro: Tao-tao, don’t you have stuffs too? You can put whatever you like in your own space, y’know?

Tao: Ah…. I might have to buy everything all over again, so just having a roof over my head is enough

Chihiro: Eh~? Ain’t that just no different from prison at all~?

Chihiro: C’mon, c’mon, why don’t you give it a try? Try askin’ Chii-sama to do you a solid

Tao: Then…..

Tao: Chihiro, you’re welcome to decorate my space as you please. I’ll leave it up to you. That’s what I want

Chihiro: …..Eh? You sure?

Tao: Instead of me going on about this and that, I’m sure it’ll definitely turn out great under your hands

Tao: Ah, I’m not just throwing it all on you. Of course I’ll lend a hand, so feel free to ask me to help carry stuffs or anything

Chihiro: ……No, I got this. Tao-Tao, just wait for me

Chihiro: Chii will get everything that Tao-Tao wants!

Tao: That’s reassuring. Then….. I’ll be in your care, Chihiro

Chihiro: Okay!

Chihiro: Let’s see. In that case, gimme a day to work on the coordinations

Chihiro: Sorry, but Tao-Tao, can you stay in the living til then?

Tao: Got it. Then I’ll go get my blankets and whatever else I’ll be needing for now

Chihiro: Alrighty, then Chii will go get ready!

Tao: Ok. Call me right away if you ever need a hand

Tao: ……Maybe I should get some necessities too while I can

Location: HAMA House - 2F Corridor

Tao: ……To think that you really finished it all in one day

Chihiro: Heh-heh, amazin’, right?

Chihiro: But y’know~, if you took a look inside the room, you’ll be even more surprised

Chihiro: Ta~da ♪ It’s room reveal time ♪ I present to you, our brand new room!

Tao: This is….!

Part 1 | Part 2

[scorpioriesling]

49 + 58 ridoc. pls i beg your ridoc fics are !!!

Fresh Out The Slammer

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Pairing(s): Ridoc x reader

Warnings: flufffff

Summary: You realize that your biggest let down from the wrong person might have sent you running toward the right one.

SR’s Note: Ahhhhh soft fluffy Ridoc? Gimme him! Haha. I hope you all enjoy. <3 This uses prompts 49 and 58 from my prompt request masterlist!

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @desprrssooo-espresssooooo @freakishfandomfiend (inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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The confidence thrumming through your veins had you itching in your seat, not paying a lick of attention to whatever Professor Kaori was talking about. Violet side-eyed you; however, she could guess what had you all anxious this morning.

Today was the day after all, and she was the one you'd turned to for confidence in your decision.

The class ending bell sounded, and you practically lept from your seat. Your eyes searched near the doorway, and sure enough; the strawberry blonde had made his way to the exit.

"Better hurry," Violet teased, gathering her own things. "He'll get away from you if you're too slow."

You gave her a quick hug, then began hurriedly scootching past students to get to the end of the row. You caught a few furrowed brows, but you were on a mission. Nothing could stop you, not even-

"Where you running off to?"

You barely turned, catching a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye.

"I'm trying to catch up to Sawyer," you explained to his best friend, who only raised an eyebrow at you.

"Oh? Why?" He asked curiously. You huffed, pushing past more and more students as the brunette struggled to keep up.

"Today's the day, Ridoc -- didn't Violet tell you?"

He shrugged, keeping in step with you.

"No, what's-"

You loosed a breath, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him to the wall to talk. The sea of students continued to rage around you, and you made sure to spot Sawyer before proceeding. Sure enough, he was near Professor Duvera's office door talking with a few of your other squadmates.

You turned back to Ridoc, who's gaze was focused on where your hand touched his arm. You dropped it, and leaned in conspiratorially.

"I'm asking him today," you whispered excitedly. Ridoc raised an eyebrow.

"Asking him..."

"To formal! Silly," you nudged his arm, and his face fell. Suddenly, the air between the two of you felt more... serious.

He was silent for a moment, simply staring at you before speaking again.

"I... didn't know, you were asking him." He says slowly, and your brows knit.

"I mean... yeah. I was planning to; why, do you think I shouldn't?"

Ridoc sighed and shrugged.

"He'd be insane to say no, but..."

"But, what?" Your tone was firmer. "Do you know something I don't?"

Ridoc shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "No, I just... I mean, what if someone else wanted to ask you?"

You laughed.

"Yeah right."

"I'm serious! You need to be careful -- what if he says no?"

You frowned. "You sound real protective over this situation, which you only were clued in on a few minutes ago."

He shakes his head. "No, no I just don't want to see a friend hurt." He fumbles. You cast a sly smile, peeking over his shoulder to locate Sawyer once more. Thank the Gods he hasn't moved.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you didn't want me to ask him," you tease. "Oh my God, Ridoc -- are you jealous?" You ask with an overdramatic gasp. A rosy blush fans across his cheeks.

"No! No, uh, I just-"

"You're just jealous because a girl hasn't asked you yet," you say, reaching up to pinch his cheek. "Don't worry, I bet the perfect one will come along soon enough!"

He stares blankly at you, and you look to Sawyer one more time. "You can't rush these kind of things, Ridoc -- if it were me, I'd want a grand gesture, wouldn't you?"

His jaw tensed. "No... I don't think I'd even attend such a thing anyway." He bit the words out, watching your distracted expression before him again.

Promising to catch up with him later, you bid him goodbye after that. Little did you know, the perfect girl for him already had come along.

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It's been a week since you'd asked Sawyer to go to the formal with you. You sat in your room, watching as your roommate Violet continued getting ready, putting the last few curls in her hair and touching up her makeup. You, however sat on your bed, cozy outfit and all, book in hand.

She turned suddenly, her gaze finding yours when you looked up from the novel.

"Are you sure you're gonna be alright?"

You nodded silently, the ball of emotion clogging your throat. She sighed, standing to flank your bedside. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, attempting to provide you comfort.

"You could still go, you know," she offered. "You have a dress."

You snorted. "Yeah... alone."

Her lips pursed.

"All your friends will be there."

You shook your head, leaning back against your pillows. The mid-afternoon sun shone through the windows, illuminating the same page you'd read over a thousand times but never actually paid attention to.

Violet sighed, standing to retreive her purse. A soft knock on the door signaled that Xaden had arrived, and she drew close one last time.

"We're off to dinner, then the dance," she explained, placing a gentle hand on your knee. "I'll be back after that."

You nodded. "I hope you have fun -- you look beautiful."

She grinned, giving your shoulders a squeeze one last time before heading out. You sighed, leaning back to try and refocus on your book again. The task was more monumental than usual.

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It'd been only an hour since Violet departed when there was a knock on your dorm room door. Your brow furrowed, and you closed your book to cross the room and pull it open.

Behind it was Ridoc, leaning against the doorframe -- a brown bag and bouquet clutched in one hand. Your eyes widened as he extended them to you, a bright smile on his face.

"Ridoc! I.. what are you-"

"Well, when I didn't see you at dinner with Violet, I put it together that you weren't going to go tonight," he explained. You took the bouquet from him, bringing one rose to your nose and inhalingthe sweet scent. "So... I came to ask you myself."

Your heart seized as you finally took in his appearance; fresh styled black hair, a sharp suit, and polished black shoes.

A blush inked your cheeks.

"A-ask me what?"

He chuckled, pushing off the doorway and opting to get down on one knee instead. A hand flew to your mouth as other students passed casually in the hallway, eyeing the two of you and the dramatic scene playing out in your doorway.

"Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N," he began, taking your free hand in his. "Would you please join me this evening in attending the Basgiath formal?"

You couldn't help but giggle at his precision, and when he sensed your hesitation, he held up the brown bag.

"I've brought you dinner, since you missed it -- we can leave once you're ready?"

Tears stung the backs of your eyes. Just a week ago, who you thought was your crush of a lifetime rejected you. You hadn't taken it well, clearly -- but now, you couldn't help the fluttering in your tummy over your long-time friend.

"You did this for me?"

You wrapped your fingers around his palm as he nodded, tugging him to stand. You let out a watery laugh as he smiled down at you.

"I thought you didn't want to go," you asked, and Ridoc's hand slipped to rest on your hip.

"I didn't," he admitted, his eyes searching yours. "But, that's when I thought you were going with someone else."

The reminder of your rejection speared through you again.

"Well... I'm not going with Sawyer."

Ridoc nodded, his gaze focusing on your lips.

"Thank God... what an idiot. Letting you slip through his fingers," he said quietly. Your heart lurched, and in a rush of adrenaline, you pushed up onto your tip toes to close the distance between your lips. He softly groaned against your touch, dropping the bagged dinner in favor of pulling you close with both hands on your waist. You smiled as he continued kissing you, the feeling greater than you could ever describe.

When he did pull back, only an inch, you missed the touch of him already. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he kissed your cheek before speaking again.

"Hurry and get ready. Wouldn't want you to miss something you'd really been looking forward to."

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[stone-stars]

Transcript:

[Unknown Tome plays in the background.] Bev Sr.: [yelling] I'll tell ya what to do, Bev. Ya turn around, and ya face Thiala. The one who took our home from us. Pick a side, Beverly. Beverly: [softly] ... Yes sir. Murph: Um, he holds his hand out to you. Caldwell: I start walking. Uh, and as I'm walking I-- I try to reach out to the spores. I try to reach out to the amulet. I just try to reach out to anything that isn't this. That isn't this duty. That I've always felt deep down. Murph: Who, what would you like to reach out to? Who or what would you like to reach out to. Caldwell: I would like to... use the lesson I've learned from Pelor [Murph: m-hm] to basically use Pelor as my satellite to bounce into my fungal network of friends. Murph: Great. Go ahead and make a religion check and we'll see if you'll be able to um-- between this religion check and Moonshine's newly formed fungal powers, we'll let you roll with advantage. Caldwell: [dice clicking in his hand] hoo boy. [dice roll] seventeen? Murph: Moonshine, you feel Beverly in this moment. [Moonshine gasps] Just-- it's faint, it's far away. I'll say with a seventeen, you can't get to Hardwon or Balnor, but you have a faint-- you have a faint connection to Moonshine. Beverly: [voice breaking] I don't want to go. I don't wanna go, but I have to. It's my duty. I have to do this! Moonshine: Okay, youngin, I want you to know, I will love you whatever you choose to do. But, here's my two cents. [Unknown Tome fades out.] Moonshine: A child has a duty to his father. But a hero has a duty to the world. [The Bahumia Theme fades in.] Moonshine: Now, I've got my opinion of which you are, but it's time for you to decide. Beverly: [tearful] Where would I be without the wisdom of the crick. [Moonshine gasps. They both laugh softly.] Moonshine: [also tearful] Where would I be without Pelor's light? Beverly: Deeper in hell than we already are, that's for sure. Moonshine: That's for sure. Caldwell: I nod to myself. I stop walking. Beverly: Dad... all I want is for you to be proud of me, and to be happy. That's why, throughout this whole journey, all I've done is just-- basically collect people that I thought were as cool as you. But... I can't go any further. If I join you, then my friends' fate is uncertain. And I have to stand with them because... they're the hammer that forges the light of Pelor into the sword that I wield. And without them I'm lost. Even more lost than you. I'm sorry. Bev Sr.: I'm sorry too, Bev. Murph: You see he draws his sword-- same sword he used that day.

beverly and moonshine's relationship i will never be normal about you <3

[silly-mars]

HELLO THERE!!

I'm Silly Mars! Or just Mars. I think it's finally to me to present myself!!

BASIC INFO!!

My name is Mars!

My pronouns are He/him ONLY (it's okay if you don't know my pronouns!! And you use they/them instead, but if you know please use my pronouns!!)

IM A MINOR. 16 to be exact. (Shocking i know, i even think to myself that i'm still in 2021). SO PLEASE!! don't be weird.

ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LENGUAGE!! I'm spanish (hola tontos jaja) still! I will try my best for having a decent english!! And don't worry, i can understand English perfectly, the problem for me is talking it or writting it.

I like to use tone tags!! It makes it easier to me to understand stuff!! (Sometimes i'm a dummy. /Lh /hj)

TALKING TO ME AND STUFF!!

GUYS PLEASE! i'm super friendly!!/srs I LOVE when people send me messages for art or even talking!! Please never think that you're annoying or something!! I love having notifications of my moots!! If you want, i invite you to talk to me! For whatever reason, and i hope to be good mutuals or if it's the case good friends!!

My username on discord is "silly_mars." If you need to talk to me for something important!! Just wanting to chat with me and interact (guys, i don't bite.) or even for projects n stuff!!

THINGS I LIKE!!

THE LEGO MOVIE!!

I think it's kinda obvious THE LOVE i have for this movie!! I remember being in computer class and there was a piece called "resistence" and i was like "THE PIECE OF RESISTENCE!!"...and my friend was worried for me, but that's another story.

Team fortress 2!!

I KNOW, what a shock! I like things THAT AREN'T THE LEGO MOVIE!! Well yes! So don't be surprised if i upload something that isn't LEGO movie!! Anyways i love this videogame so much, Scout my wife and Spy my human pet.

REGRETEVATOR!!

Silly little Roblox Game!! My favorite gender.

I just love videogames or media that have a lot of silly characters, so that game is for me!! Also, im literally Mark./j

WARRIOR CATS!!

I don't consume the canon stuff like i used to, but the fandom still has a place in my heart!! Because THE ART IS SO GOOD and the fan stuff is way too good!! Also i love my baby longtail. He deserved better :(

COPPERNAUTS

The fact that these two are characters from the LEGO movie, but they have a special interest is so amazing to me. THE FACT that they only have 1-2 canon interaction and they're ALL OVER MY HEAD is so amazing to me...UGH anyways, i hope gay people were real/ref

ASTRONOMY

Not really a fandom BUT I LOVE SPACE!! I can literally say 100 fun facts about space, PLEASE./hj

AAAAAND more stuff!! I have a lot of interests idk anymore guys:(

DNI N STUFF!!

Just basic DNI, yk, if you're homophobic/transphobic don't try to be my friend or even mutual, this place is safe for LGBT community AND MYSELF.

Racist stuff, ableist stuff, just- any type of hate for a group of people isn't welcome here.

if you ship something weird don't expect me to follow you back or interact with you.

If i don't like something i just scroll away, or if it is more serious, i block it and scroll away again.

LINKS!!

Well! I have a pair of links to get me know better!!

Pronoun page!!

My card!! (I don't know how to make good cards, but here is it, so you can find all my social media more easy, lol)

OKAY!1!!1! THAT'S ALL

Uhhh that's everything i guess!! Still, if you have any questions my ask box and other social media are open!! I hope you like my blog, art and even fanfics or projects!! Have a good day!

[sayusims]

Barty Crouch Jr. best harry potter villain

I just saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in the theatre with my friend, and it just proves once again that Barty Crouch Jr. is one of—if not the—best villains in the movie series. If I had watched this for the first time, I would have never known that he was pretending to be Mad-Eye. And it’s not as if the movie producers just sprung the reveal on us; there were multiple signs that make sense in hindsight but weren’t obvious to me when I was watching for the first time.

Barty Crouch Jr. is canonically intelligent, earning 12 OWLs on his exams, which is kind of insane. But at the same time, he joined the Death Eaters to spite his father, who was actively putting them in jail. The fact that his dad never suspected him and was surprised that his son was a Death Eater just proves how good Barty Jr. was, even at age 18–20. His dad, like him, is also a relatively smart man, yet he failed to catch a Death Eater living under his own roof—not even his wife did.

After Barty escaped and was put under the Imperius Curse for 12 years (I forgot exactly how many years, lol), he was still able to sneak out without getting caught. And based on the flashback to present-day events, he still looks identical to how he did when he got arrested and sent to Azkaban. The only person to even see him was Harry Potter—no one else even knew that he was out, besides Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew, presumably. And the fact that he almost got away with being disguised while speaking directly to his father was insane.

When I was in the theatre, my friend, who had never watched it before, was confused. But to me, it was so damning because there were so many signs for the audience that he wasn’t actually Mad-Eye—yet considerably fewer signs for the characters within the movie itself. Still, I’m glad that Barty Sr. eventually figured it out. Even then, though, Barty Jr. still managed to kill him. The movies don’t explain how or dwell on it for more than two minutes, but to be able to kill a man that I assume is incredibly skilled in magic—while under Polyjuice Potion and with one leg—sounds like an immensely difficult task that he somehow pulled off smoothly.

The way he got caught was either because he was arrogant or not organized enough. I'm leaning toward arrogance because remembering to drink something 16 times a day is way too much (I can't even remember to drink water more than twice a day). At the same time, being able to teach and act like someone else without breaking character consistently takes another level of dedication. Still, I think it’s a mix of arrogance and his craziness. If he had more Polyjuice Potion and wasn’t in whatever frantic state he was in, he might have either never been caught in the first place or simply escaped.

Harry Potter only caught on that he had been set up because Barty Jr. started rambling about the Dark Lord and what his presence was like—without even trying to hide that Mad-Eye Moody was supposed to be on the good side. He was also smart enough to figure out that, since a student had died (and presumably not from the maze), the trophy that acted as a Portkey must have sent them somewhere else. And even if no one had come to that conclusion immediately, he had just grabbed a boy who had seen his friend die and then started talking about the Dark Lord’s return. Obviously, people would want to know more and at least check if Harry was in danger, so they would have investigated regardless.

As for him running out of Polyjuice Potion, that’s just arrogance—though I kind of understand why he had it. In his eyes, Harry Potter was probably supposed to be dead, so he likely thought he could just leave without needing any more potion to keep up his disguise. This makes the most sense to me because he had already shown how disciplined and motivated, he was in maintaining the Mad-Eye Moody act. So, it doesn’t really add up for him to simply not have any backups left.