#I wanna chew on him with that don't you remember who you are speaking to stuff

[earl-grey-love]

Oh my gosh this is 😳😳😳😳 not only personal dance lessons and a party as his plus one, but now also dinner?? 🤭 Oooh!!

[wlntrsldler]

I keep imagining the first time Luke and Mr. D met after Luke's hickeys/scratches went viral

LMFAOOOOO ANON THIS IS SENDING ME

here is how i think that conversation played out (suggestive content ahead):

"shit, five star, your dad is calling me," luke mumbled, eyes wide as he looked down at his phone. "he never calls me."

connor snicked from his bunk in the tour bus, "well, given that the whole internet is talking about you right now after the show you gave them last night, i'm not surprised."

"ha!" travis exclaimed, sitting up on his bed. "put it on speaker. i wanna hear him yell at you."

you rolled your eyes, "he's not gonna yell at you."

luke turned to you with hopeful eyes, "you think so?"

"well, he's probably not gonna yell at you," you scrunched your face up, rethinking your words, "like 55% chance he won't yell at you."

"i don't like those odds, babe."

"answer the fucking phone, luke."

luke clicked the green button on his screen, chewing on the nail of his thumb. he rolled his eyes, pressing the speaker button as travis kept egging him on. chris and clarisse opened the privacy curtain of chris' bunk to listen in on the drama.

"hey, mr. d," luke cleared his throat, ignoring the quiet giggles from the boys when his voice cracked. "what's up?"

"is my daughter with you?"

"say no," you whispered. so you were wrong about the odds. your dad was 100% about to yell at luke and you selfishly didn't want to get your ass handed to you just yet. you were going to avoid your dad's calls for as long as possible.

"uhh... no?"

"oh jesus fucking christ," you sighed, smacking your palm against your forehead, "that was soooo convincing."

you heard your dad type on his laptop before shutting it. there was some background noise that subsided after you heard the shut of a door. it seemed like your dad went into his office to get some privacy.

"hey, kid," your dad said, no doubt addressing you now.

"hey, dad," you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, leaning down to speak into the mic of luke's phone. "how are you?"

"don't start with me," he said, "would it kill you both to not do whatever it is you do that results in those pictures? pictures that are all over the internet by the way!"

a snide remark was on the tip of luke's tongue, because yes, it would kill him to not do the things that resulted in the pink marks on his neck and the healing scratches on his back, but that didn't seem like the right response.

"dad, you never had an issue with them taking their shirts off during shows before. and luke has gone out on stage like that before."

luke cringed, remembering one too many instances where he'd gone out on stage with hickeys all over his neck. it felt like a lifetime ago now, as if ever since you walked into his life that past version of him was someone he didn't recognize anymore. he much preferred remembering the name of the girl who left him marked up, especially preferring that it was only you who did that to him.

"that was before he started dating my daughter!" he replied, "i don't want to know anything about your relationship, but i'm in an unfortunate situation where i happen to manage the career of your boyfriend's band so i have to deal with it sometimes. so for the love of god, please please, stop."

"i'm so sorry mr. d," luke mumbled, "i completely forgot about them and by the time i realized, it was too late."

you could practically see your dad pulling at his hair, a habit he had when he was in stressful or awkward situations. he didn't speak for a good thirty seconds and then he sighed, "just keep your goddamn shirt on."

luke gulped, "got it."

when your dad ended the call, the entire bus erupted in laughter, including you. luke's face was as red as a tomato as he groaned and buried his head in his pillow. your shoulders shook as you giggled, laying on top of him. he instantly turned his body to wrap his arms around you.

"that wasn't so bad," you cooed, running your fingers through his curls, "and that was a shit apology, baby. you were smug as hell on stage when people pointed out the scratches."

"i wasn't thinking of the consequences of my actions," he said, "i was caught up watching people connect the dots that my girlfriend is not only hot but a fucking animal in be--"

"okay, that's our cue," travis cut off, closing his curtain. connor followed his head, popping in his airpods. clarisse sent you a wink before she disappeared behind the curtain with chris.

"i'll stop leaving hickeys on you," you kissed his face, enjoying how flustered he got. "but i can't promise too much on the scratches."

"i'm gonna stop taking my shirt off at shows, i think," he mused, toying with the hem of the shirt you wore. "i don't think i can take another surprise call from your dad. i think it took years off my life."

"your fans will be highly disappointed," you teased, leaning over to his ear, "but if you're gonna keep your shirt on, does that mean hickeys on your abs is fair game?"

luke licked his lips, tugging on his own curtain to give you two some privacy, "absolutely."

[authorhjk1]

Water gymnastics

Blackpink's Lisa X Male Reader

And that's how this happened."

The woman in front of you laughs as she covers her mouth with her hand.

"You didn't ask him to do anything?"

You shake your head, before reaching for the glass of wine.

The brunette giggles as she puts another piece of the cake into her mouth. You realized that she started to eat smaller and smaller bites. Maybe because it tastes so good.

"What flavor is that, by the way?"

"You wanna try?"

She uses her fork to separate another piece from the cake, before moving it towards you. It looks like she wants to feed you. You hesitate for a moment, knowing that this would look kinda weird. Especially, if someone would take a picture. Her fans wouldn't appreciate it and neither would Ahin.

You lean forward quickly, hoping that no one saw it. She gives you a big smile as you chew the chocolate cake, before swallowing it.

"Chocolate."

She nods excitedly before eating another piece herself.

"I honestly don't get, how you can eat waffles and stuff for supper and cake as dessert afterwards."

The brunette shrugs her shoulders as she smiles.

"I like sweet things."

She bites her fork and looks at you a second too long.

Once you finish your own piece of cake, you lean back in your chair, glancing at the hotel lobby, before focusing back on her again.

"Originally, I planned for all four of you to be here, but your company didn't want to hear that. I don't know why, but it might have been more profitable."

"That's because they have other schedules as well. And the company is sometimes more than just annoying."

You chuckle at her last comment, glad that you are your own boss.

"Have you been in Paris before?"

Nodding, you remember what happened the last time you were here.

"I did. I found a place that serves delicious tteokbokki."

"Wow. Your pronunciation is really good."

"That's because I speak Korean."

"Really?"

She eyes you with a surprised look on her face. Up until now, the two of you spoke English.

"I moved to an area around Seoul about two months ago."

"We could have met way sooner then."

She laughs as she playfully slaps your hand, which is resting next to your plate, across the table.

"Well, turns out I need to open a restaurant to be able to meet you."

The brunette chuckles as she shakes her head, finally chewing on her last piece of cake. You pick up your phone, which starts to vibrate on the wooden surface next to your hand. A message from Ahin appears on the lock screen.

"I'm gonna try on the clothes which I'm gonna wear tomorrow. Help me pick something? 😉😘"

You glance at the brunette, who is sipping her wine.

"I have something coming up. Unfortunately."

You gesture with your phone in your hand.

"Since the two of us are staying here, I guess I will see you today or tomorrow again. Maybe for breakfast."

The Thai girl's smile drops a little, but she nods her head.

"Breakfast with you sounds great."

Getting up, you button your jacket, before walking off. Going past her chair, you lightly place your hand on her naked shoulder.

"Have a good night."

"You as well."

Not turning around, you hear sounds, which indicate that she is watching after you as you walk out of the luxurious restaurant and towards the elevator. Pressing the button for the seventh floor, you video call your girlfriend.

As the doors open, she picks up. The pink haired woman has already placed her phone on the counter of her kitchen, showing her entire living room. You don't know what is keeping the phone up right, but you see all kinds of clothing sprinkled throughout the room.

Ahin is standing in the center. You don't even look up as the doors close again as you see her wave at you. Only wearing a black lacey bra and matching panties.

"Is this so difficult that you need my help?"

You ask in a mocking tone, before looking around, gladly realizing you are on your own.

"Well,"

Ahin places her hands on her hips, glaring at you.

"First of all, I'm doing this to look good. Which means, you have to help me, because I value your opinion the most."

Your girlfriend uses her thumb to slowly let her right bra strap slide off her shoulder.

"Second of all, I'm sure this will be very beneficial for the both of us."

Smiling, you walk out of the elevator, heading towards your room.

"I don't think this is how it works."

You sigh as you slowly stroke yourself, watching Ahin.

"What do you mean?"

She asks with an innocent look on her face.

"Don't you have to wear clothing to see if your accessories match it?"

Ahin puts on the second one of her long sparkling earrings, before putting her hair behind her ear. It's the only thing she is wearing.

"Are you actually complaining right now?"

"Not at all."

You grin as you keep your hand on your shaft. Usually you like to be a little rougher, even with yourself. But right now, this seems just as enjoyable.

Ahin uses both her hands to put her long pink hair behind her back gracefully. One of her fingers traces along her collarbone afterwards.

"Would you like anything on here?"

"You are not talking about a necklace, are you?"

She bites her lip seductively, trying to make you cum faster.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Now she plays coy as she walks over to the counter, where the phone is standing on.

"What kind do you like?"

She shows you a silver necklace, which matches her earrings.

You nod as you honestly don't focus much on her necklace. The way she is slightly leaning over the counter makes her chest look bigger.

"Or maybe this one? I would look hot in this. Don't you think?"

You tear your eyes away from her naked body to see the necklace in her hand. Or rather her choker. She puts it on, before letting her arms rest at her sides.

It's a black piece with small silver stripes in it. At the front a word in silver letters catches your eyes.

"Cumslut"

"I don't think this would be very appropriate."

You stroke yourself a little faster as you see Ahin like this. Naked. Only wearing her earrings and that small piece of fabric around her throat.

"But you seem to love it."

She winks at you.

"I won't wear it tomorrow evening. I don't know about tomorrow night though."

You chuckle as you see her start to pose a little. Her right hand rests on her waist, while she bites her finger on her left hand. She makes sure you have a clean view at her throat.

"Do you have anything else like this?"

Ahin's eyes sparkle with amusement.

"You would be surprised."

"How come?"

"Well, in case you wouldn't accept my confession, I was prepared to seduce you until you would give in."

"Maybe I should have waited a little longer then."

She bites her lip.

"I have so much stuff. I will make sure you won't regret your decision."

You are about to answer, when another message blocks your view. Groaning in annoyance, you read it. It's important, unfortunately.

"Ahin."

You sigh as you swipe the message away.

She pouts already, knowing what you are about to say.

"This is important. It's about tomorrow."

"You should pay more attention to me, you know?"

"I just spend twenty minutes watching you try on clothes."

"I think we both know you did more than watching."

"Ahin. I have to go now."

She rolls her eyes, before looking at you excitedly.

"Give me a second!"

She scurries out of view, probably towards her bedroom. She comes back a moment later, hiding something in her fist.

"Got something for you."

She wiggles her eyebrows playfully, before opening her hand. You sigh as you see the pink item.

"You might be overestimating my phone. I doubt, it would reach you from here."

Ahin shakes her head as she puts the small vibrator on the counter.

"I have the original remote, you know? I don't need you to get me off on the plane."

She sticks her tongue out as if she won this fight.

"How come you are so horny all the time?"

Ahin points at her choker, raising an eyebrow. No words needed.

Another message pops up.

As you see your phone's screen light up, you swim towards the edge of the pool. Drying your head with a towel, you answer the call.

After you got two messages earlier, you had to go the restaurant for some final decisions for the opening. Once you got back, you decided to cool off by taking a swim, since Ahin would be asleep by now. The time difference sucks.

Luckily, this call only takes a couple of minutes. As you hang up, you see someone entering the pool area.

The brunette is still wearing the yellow dress she wore at dinner.

"Lisa."

You greet her, when she sees you in the pool.

"Hi! Are you swimming as well?"

You nod, before letting go off the edge.

Pushing yourself off the wall, you watch Lisa walking towards the pool. Her skin is darker than Ahin's due to the sun. As you take in her body, you remember what your girlfriend did to you earlier.

Lisa sits down in one of the chairs, watching you in the pool.

"Are you not coming inside?"

"Is it cold?"

You shake your head as you swim a little closer.

"Maybe later. I had a drink at the bar."

You chuckle as you reach the edge of the pool once more, only two steps away from your new model.

"I think I have something to make you sober."

Before Lisa can reply anything, you are already moving. Drops of water hit her skin as you splash her with it playfully. It's not much, but there are now dark spots on her dress.

"Yah!"

She chuckles and glares at you at the same time.

"Now, I'm definitely not going in."

You rest your forearms on the edge and you catch Lisa staring at them. You were surprised at first, when Ahin complemented you on your forearms, when you rolled up your sleeves once. It looks like she isn't the only one, who likes them.

You tap the tiles with a finger, while looking at Lisa.

"If you don't want to get hit again, you have to join me."

She leans back in her chair, a cocky grin on her face.

"Make me."

"Your decision."

You pull yourself up, lifting your body out of the water and the pool.

Lisa can't help but stare as she watches you. Working out and sleeping with as many Korean stars as possible marks your body. She bites her lips as the muscles in your arms move. Her eyes fall onto your chest and then your abs as you leave the pool. The water glistens on your skin and partially drops down your body.

Looking towards her, you catch Lisa staring.

"Wanna take a picture?"

Her cheeks turn the deepest of red as she looks away. You walk over, standing in front of her.

"Take off your dress."

Lisa looks at you with wide eyes.

"W-What?"

"You don't want it to get wet, do you?"

She shakes her head hesitantly.

"Or do you plan on walking through the hotel in a drenched dress?"

Shaking her head once more, the brunette slowly stands up.

"Give me a second."

You don't actually know if she is wearing her swimsuit, or anything for that matter, underneath. Not wanting to look like a creep, you turn around. Hands folded behind your back, you look through the windows on the other side of the pool.

You hear her dress drop. Before you can react, you hear Lisa's shout.

"Yah!"

Something hits you in the back. Surprised, you stumble forward. That something, probably Lisa herself, pushes you further. Falling over the edge of the pool, your instincts take over. You reach behind you blindly, trying to hold onto anything. It feels like you caught her wrist. You fall face first into the water.

Collecting yourself, you look around, still underwater. You see Lisa's wide eyes as you keep holding her.

Wanting to have your revenge, you grab both of her hands with one of yours, before swimming upwards. The pool isn't deep. Maybe twice as deep as Lisa is tall.

When you break through the water, you pull her with you.

"Hey!"

She coughs as you look at her. The yellow dress is gone and reveals what Lisa was wearing underneath. A white bikini with different patterns on it.

"Who is staring now?"

She chuckles as you look into her eyes. Her dark hair is all wet, partially sticking to her skin.

"Just wondering how I should take revenge."

Before she can react, you pull Lisa towards you. The water makes both of your movements slower, but you manage to hold onto her hands. You pick her up bridal style. One hand reaching around her back, still holding hers, while the other grabs her thighs from underneath.

Her wide eyes are only millimeters away. Her nose almost touches yours. You catch Lisa glancing at your lips, before you lift her out of the water. Her body drips like a waterfall.

"Have nice flight."

Lisa's mouth opens wide to protest, but you already throw her up. She is not very heavy, so you can easily do it. You watch her hang in the air for a second as if time has stopped for a moment. Turning away, to not get hit in the face again, you hear Lisa hit the water. A wave washes over your body as she lands right next to you.

You turn around, the water slowing down your movements once more. She jumps out of the water, shaking her head.

"You! I could-!"

She raises her hand, but you jump her again. Quite literally this time. You push her against the edge of the pool. Lisa feels the cold tiles against her shoulders as you press yourself against her. The two of you stand as close as before.

"You could what?"

You tilt your head slightly.

"Shut up."

Lisa sneaks her arms around your nape and leans forward. Your lips touch and you can taste some of the water on her lips. You and Lisa make out in the pool. The water almost reaches her chest, while barely half of your body is getting wet.

You hold the back of her head with one hand, the other holds onto the edge as you slightly lean against it. This way, you can kiss Lisa comfortably, without having to pick her up.

The fierce Thai girl keeps kissing you, before she finally pushes you away, her hand still on your chest.

"I don't think my boss meant this when he said " do your best, Lisa "."

A sly grin plays on her lips.

You take her hand off your bare chest and pull her towards you again.

"Time to live up to his words."

Lisa bites her lower lip, before you capture it with your own pair once more.

"Fuck, you are hot."

She whispers into your mouth.

You break the kiss and reach underwater to grab her thighs. Lifting her petite body out of the water, you hold Lisa on your arms. Tasting the water on her toned stomach, you kiss her skin.

The brunette holds onto your hair. You move your lips as if you are running through an imaginary labyrinth on her abs. Occasionally using your tongue, you lick her belly button, making her giggle slightly.

"That tickles."

One of her hands is placed on your back. Her pink nails scratching you slightly, whenever you make her breath hitch.

Lowering her a little, you are now face to face with Lisa's bikini top.

"I think you are wearing too much clothes."

She reaches behind her to undo the strings, which hold it together and in place, before throwing it behind her. You palm her small mounds, admiring them for a moment, before leaning forward.

Yet again, you make your way all over her body. And once more, Lisa's nails find your skin. She isn't scratching hard, so it doesn't hurt, but it makes you want to please her harder. You take one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking on it, playing with it, before you focus on the other one. Switching again and again, you feast on Lisa's chest and the rest of her body as she squirms in your arms, never letting the water rest.

You stop as the lights suddenly turn off.

"What happened?"

You laugh at Lisa's slightly scared tone.

"After 12 pm, they turn off the lights in this room. We can turn them on later with the light switch."

The only lights which illuminate the pool now, are the sparkling lights from outside the windows. The city of Paris makes you see the silhouette of Lisa's body.

You resume your work on her tits, occasionally moving a little lower to pay attention to her stomach.

"Fuck, yes."

Lisa begins to slowly grind against you. Her hips are just above yours. You lower her a little further, which makes her moan as she feels your dick inside your trunks. Taking the new position as an opportunity, you dive into her neck. You kiss more and more of her skin as she starts to grind against you faster and faster.

You feel one of her hands reach downwards to cup your crotch.

"You feel so big."

Kissing her harder in response makes her moan again.

"Let me suck your cock."

That's a demand you can't say no to.

Slowly lowering Lisa's body into the water, you feel her slide out of your grip. You move back a little to sit on the upper half of the steps, which lead into the pool and which the two of you ignored earlier. Before you are able to sit probably, you can already feel her greedy hands on your waistband.

In a blink, your trunks are off and you feel Lisa's fingertips on your cock. The water adds a new sensation to it.

"Let me get out of the water."

You try to move upwards since you figure Lisa wouldn't love the idea of sucking your cock underwater.

Suddenly the door opens and you hear a man's voice.

"Mr. (L/n)? Your drink?"

He sounds a little confused and you remember that you ordered something before you came here.

You are about to say something, when you realize that you are holding Lisa's head under the water. Her hands are resting on your thighs. Then you feel her lips on your tip.

The man reaches for the light switch. That's the only thing you can see in the dark.

"Don't!"

You almost curse as you feel Lisa's lips move further down.

"I like it like this."

"Sure, sir."

You can hear the uncertainty in his voice. But you can't risk being caught. This is against the law in France anyways. You are in a public place. There is just no one else here at the moment.

"Can you just put the bottle on the table over there?"

"Of course, sir."

You can feel Lisa struggling for air. Just as the man from the staff turns around, you pull her head up. She gasps for air quietly. You can barely see her wide eyes.

Looking behind you again, you see the man turning around. Once more, you shove Lisa's head underwater. You hiss through your teeth as you feel her warm mouth around your cock.

"Anything else, sir?"

"No thanks."

You are about to scream at him to get out. Lisa's tongue flicks against your tip.

"Have a pleasant night, sir."

"You too."

The brunette gives your tip a small bite. It barely hurts, but jolts of pleasure rush up your spine.

You see the man walk through the door. Lisa taps your thighs again. As soon as the door closes, you pull her up.

"Holy fuck!"

She gasps as she recovers from her involuntary diving lesson.

"Now, get up."

She motions for you to move and you climb two more steps. The water is only reaching your knees now.

Lisa leans forward. And once again, you feel her lips on your cock. You can barely see her head, bobbing up and down as she sucks you off.

"Fuck."

You reach forward to hold her hair back. One of her hands is holding onto the base of your cock, while the other rests on your thigh. Lisa keeps her rhythm as she gives you head. Her tongue flicks against your shaft occasionally, before she takes more of you into her mouth.

At one point, you realize you have already adapted to her rhythm. You start to guide her head as you feel Lisa giving up control. Her warm mouth hugs your cock as her lips glide along its length.

Both of her hands are now resting on your thighs as you slowly start to fuck her face. Lisa doesn't move, her mouth a wet sleeve for your cock. You make her take more and more, until you hear her gagging.

When you let go of her, Lisa gets off your dick.

"I wanna fuck you."

She states, before climbing on top of you. Since she now knows, you might get caught, Lisa wants to do this quick.

You look at her in surprise as you feel her straddle you.

"I need it."

She kisses you once more as she reaches down, holding your cock in her hand. You hear her whimper as you begin to penetrate her and you realize that it's not her pussy.

"Lisa, what-"

She shuts you up with another kiss.

"This is my tightest hole. Don't you like it?"

You honestly can't complain as she sinks herself onto your cock.

"Fuck!"

She moans loudly as you enter her further.

Lisa does feel tight, but you realize that she has done this before. Her ass easily adjusts to your cock, making it less painful for her. You feel the ring of her muscles glide along the length of your shaft. The pleasure, which starts to build in your groin is already becoming unbearable. You reach for something, anything, to let it out. Your fingers close around Lisa's throat as you find it. You weren't searching for it, but the way the brunette moans, signals that you are doing the right thing.

She starts to slowly move up and down. The waves become bigger once more, due to her movements. Lisa was right. Her ass is really tight. And because you can barely see anything, it heightens your other senses even more.

With one hand on her throat and the other on her waist, you let Lisa bounce on your cock.

"Tighter!"

She yelps as she impales herself on your cock over and over again. You do as she says, tightening your grip on her throat. Her moans become raspier and you feel her walls clench around you. Your hand on her waist moves towards her ass, occasionally squeezing her cheeks.

"Fuck you are big."

You feel her becoming faster and now you regret not being able to see her face. The water splashes around the two of you and except for Lisa's moaning and her skin hitting yours, it's the only sound in the room.

Lisa's own hands are now both placed on your shoulders and she leans forward a little. Her head buries itself in your shoulder as she tries to muffle her moans. Your hand leaves her throat and dives for her pussy.

You start to rub her clit as she keeps bouncing on top of you.

"I'm gonna cum!"

The combination of your cock in her ass and your thumb on her clit proves itself too much for Lisa. The Thai girl manages to ride you a little longer, before she suddenly stays in place. Her hips seem glued to yours as her body freezes.

"Fuuuck!"

She moans loudly, which echoes through the room. You actually can't tell if she squirted or not, since you are wet anyways and it could have been a small wave.

"More. More."

Lisa begins to move to get off of you. You feel the ring of her muscles slide along your shaft, until you leave her.

You suddenly hear a knock on the door.

"Fucking hell."

You murmur, before glancing at Lisa. She is already in the water again, motioning you to follow her. And just as before, you sit in the same place as earlier, with Lisa's hand on your cock. She is ready to dive as soon as the door opens.

Once it does, you see some guy walk inside. The outline of his silhouette shows that he is still wearing his clothes. Feeling Lisa's lips on your cock again, you are too late to stop him. The lights turn on and you probably look like a deer in headlights.

The man jumps as he sees you sitting in the pool.

"What are you doing in the dark, mate?"

He has a thick British accent.

"Just wanted to enjoy the view."

You lazily gesture towards the window as you realize that Lisa's bikini top is swimming near by. You become nervous. Especially since Lisa is tapping your thighs again. Her lips around your cock are sealed tight.

"The showers are behind that door by the way."

You point to your right, hoping he would neither see Lisa nor her clothes.

"Thanks, mate."

He walks past you and you instinctively push Lisa's head down a little further. A couple of bubbles escape her nose and reach the surface. You crane your neck, waiting for the moment he steps through the door.

You pull Lisa out of the water, who is gasping for air again.

"Don't push me even further."

Her hair sticks to her shoulders and cheeks.

"Just making sure we don't get caught."

"Lets make you cum then."

Her blunt tone surprises you a little, but you follow her out of the pool. She looks over her shoulder at you, before kneeling on the chair, she sat on earlier.

"Pound me."

You step behind her and you see that she is still wearing her white bikini bottoms. She must have slid them aside earlier. You untie the strings, which hold the last piece of her clothing in place.

Her firm cheeks make you want to give her a couple of good slaps, but how are you going to explain those sounds? Instead, you just squeeze them, harder than before.

"Fuck me already."

Lisa sighs and reaches behind her. She pulls her ass cheeks apart, showing off her hole. You place your tip at her entrance and with one slow stroke, you are back inside her ass.

"Right there."

Lisa sighs again, trying to be a little quieter than before. Knowing that the other guy could come out any minute, you start to fuck Lisa into the chair. You start to chase your own orgasm as you feel her tightness around you.

The Thai girl's moans become louder with every thrust. You get nervous, when she doesn't stop. And although you hear him showering, her moans and screams would eventually overpower the shower.

While one hand stays on her waist, the other reaches forward. You close her mouth with your hand, making her moan and scream into it.

Her still wet body makes it hard to hold onto as you keep fucking Lisa into the wooden chair. It scratches on the tiles as you rock it back and forth. She is holding onto the backrest with both hands now, her knuckles turning white.

Lisa moans and says something, but you can't hear her. You can't stop fucking her like this. The sound of the chair sliding over the tiles becomes louder.

Lisa's ass hugs your cock tight and you can feel yourself, slowing approaching the end.

"Fuck, your ass feels great."

You feel her smile into your hand.

Due to her wet skin, your have to readjust your hand on her waist occasionally. Every time you do, you grip her a little harder. Slowly, red marks of your fingers start to appear.

You hear Lisa mumbling something inaudible again, but you can't take the risk of removing your hand.

The pressure in your crotch starts to build up further.

"Lisa-"

You are unable to say anything else. She nods vigorously. You feel her body shake a little and her ass gripping you even harder.

"I'm gonna cum inside."

She doesn't stop nodding as you keep plowing her into the chair.

You start to lose your grip and your hand slips off her mouth.

"Fuck, yes!"

Lisa takes her chance.

"Fill me up!"

In the back of your mind, you register that the sound of a running shower is gone. It's not like you can stop now anyways.

Lisa arches her back and it feels like you can go even deeper now.

"God yes!"

Lisa's head is now hanging off the backrest, while both your hands are holding her hips. You pull her back towards you, whenever you thrust forward.

"Almost there."

You groan, too overwhelmed by this quick but hard fuck.

Your grip tightens one last time and you can feel Lisa's muscles clench around you even harder. You manage to do two more strokes, before you finally cum.

You shoot your load inside her ass, making Lisa moan deeply. You have to hold onto the chair yourself as you fill her with your seed.

"It feels so good."

Lisa sighs.

"So fucking hot."

You are unable to speak for the moment. It takes you a couple of seconds to recover, before you remember the English dude.

"We have to hurry up."

"Yeah."

Lisa nods and you slowly start to leave her ass. Once you are out, you already see a globe of cum fall out of her hole. You grab her bikini bottoms and hand them to her, before you slowly walk into the pool. The sensation of the cold water makes it kinda weird. Once you finally reach your trunks and her top, you move to walk back out.

The two of you get dressed as fast as possible.

"I'm gonna see you for breakfast?"

You nod, before watching her walking off. Taking the bottle of gin with you, you follow her through the door. Still a little winded after a spontaneous anal session in the hotel pool.

You smile at her as you see her walk in.

"Ms Lee. It's nice to see you."

Greeting your girlfriend rather formal feels weird, but the two of you are keeping your relationship private so far.

"And it's nice to be here."

You are glad she isn't wearing the choker she tried on yesterday, but you do wonder if it's in her luggage. Nevertheless, she looks like a goddess with that pink hair and beautiful dress. The long silver earrings are now matched with a tight necklace, almost a choker. The black dress is showing off her shoulders and collarbone.

Ahin didn't want to wear anything too revealing, knowing that it might look weird and distract you from work tonight. As much as she loves to tease you and make you horny, she knows that this is very important to you.

The long sparkling silver belt adds a little more class to her outfit as well. It makes her waist look smaller.

"What would you like to eat?"

You gesture behind you, still being formal, knowing that at least one camera is capturing this moment. There are several journalists and such in this place. They are all trying to take the best pictures of the celebrities and write the best stories for their papers. After all, you are not no one. You aren't famous like Ahin, but your name is mentioned in news papers regularly.

"I would love to try some Korean dishes."

You extend your hand.

"Please follow me."

Your girlfriend takes it and you squeeze hers a little.

Your restaurant is quite unique. Instead of just serving one kind of food, you offer various dishes from countries all over the world. American burgers and pizza to Italian pasta, French delicacies, Chinese noodles and Korean BBQ and more.

It takes a lot of space, since the meals are actually made right at the customers' tables. Of course it was very expensive to plan and build all of this, but it hopefully makes you a lot of profit in the future. The walls and pictures and tables all represent the different countries you can eat from.

You and Ahin walk through the port of Venice and past the great wall of China, until you reach the banks of the Han River.

"Please, take a seat."

You gesture towards one of the empty tables. One of the chefs is already walking in your direction.

Although Ahin is a model for one of your companies, it would be weird to eat with her alone. You whish her a great night, before roaming through the restaurant once more.

[hyunfilms]

blue side of the sky (lmh) | nineteen.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 3.3k

—chapter content/warnings: just the very much needed talk for oc x minho, crying, cute lil random flashback at the end

The phone sits on your bed for a good awhile before you contemplate on actually picking it up and texting him. Your talk with Jisung was about a week and a half ago, but you figured you could at least talk to Minho and get things straight without anyone getting in the middle of it.

Even though you missed Minho, you knew you weren't ready and that you still needed time to properly say your peace to all of this.

You would let the universe handle it, allowing you to have Minho in your life however it'd like you to have him— even if that meant at a distance, even if things never returned to normal. You would be sad, but you trust in the universe to take care of you this time around. 

Whatever is meant to be, will be. 

It all still feels terrible.

You grab your phone when you finally gain the strength to call him, nervously letting out a breath when the other line starts to ring. By the third ring, you almost regret calling him. You start to slowly pull the phone away from your ear when you hear Minho hastily pick up the call— music playing in the background.

"Y/N?" He calls for you as he steps around the corner of the studio, hoping the music is a bit softer outside of the room.

"Hi. Sorry, are you in class? I didn't mean to interrupt." 

"No, no." He clears his throat, also experiencing nervousness as he continues to talk to you over the phone. "I was just hanging out with Hyunjin. We were working on a random piece and just messing around with choreo."

"Still. I'm sorry to interrupt."

"You're not. Don't worry. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it will be." You chew on your bottom lip for a moment before speaking up again. "I was just wondering if we could talk."

"Are you sure? I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything, I'll wait until you feel completely ready."

"To be honest, Minho. I don't know if I will ever be completely ready. But, we should talk. Alone. I need to let you know what's been going on my mind, too."

"Okay. I'll be leaving in about 15 minutes. I'll shower and head to your place? Unless you wanna meet somewhere else, but uh—" He clears his throat. "It's kinda cold. I just, I don't know. Whatever makes you comfortable."

"My place is fine."

"Okay." Minho lets out an inaudible sigh, a bit nervous about how the rest of the evening will go. "I'll see you in a bit."

"Sounds good." You respond softly before ending the call. Minho stills in his position for a bit before returning to the studio, his heart beating in his chest— because he is scared, he is nervous. But, nonetheless, he knows whatever is meant to happen, will need to happen. 

This is just another chapter in the book, another learning lesson; another step in becoming better for each other, your friends. Unlearning bad habits, leaving the past where it belongs.

"You good?" Hyunjin furrows his brows at Minho, watching him slowly walk back into the studio. Hyunjin has his hands on his hips, using his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. It takes a minute before Minho reaches his gaze and responds with a shrug.

"I don't really know. I will be." 

"Who was that?"

"Y/N. She wants to talk."

"Oh." Hyunjin purses his lips into an 'o' shape before nodding. "Is she okay?"

"I don't know either." Minho lets out a pathetic chuckle. "She said she's not sure when she'll ever be ready to talk more about this but she has stuff she wants to tell me."

"I see."

"I really messed up." Is all Minho says as he walks over to his duffle bag on the ground.

"You did." Hyunjin sighs. "But, you are acknowledging it and trying to learn."

"I just, I don't really know. I had her back and I tried to take the chance to fix it without really... fixing it. If that makes sense."

"It does, and I get it. I honestly might have done the same if I was in your position. Plus, I know Jisung just wanted things to be okay for a bit." Hyunjin comes to stand next to Minho as he grabs his water bottle. "Promise me you'll give her the time she needs this time around."

"I will. At this point, I don't wanna lose her as my bestfriend. Even if that means I need to give her space for awhile—" He shrugs and throws the duffle bag strap over his shoulder. "However long it takes." 

"Mm, yeah." Hyunjin nods. "It'll be okay. Are you gonna go straight to her house?"

"No, I'm gonna head home first. Are you just gonna stay here?" 

"Yeah, I'll probably stay posted here for a bit longer. Still wanna get this choreo down." Minho gives him a tiny, toothless smile before waving goodbye.

"Alright, I'm out." He throws up the peace sign just as he heads out the door and to his car. He tosses his bag into the passenger seat, letting out another breath as he gets situated in the driver's seat. He's dreading this talk even though this has already torn you two apart— but he is determined to fix this the right way;

The right way as in putting it in time's hands.

When Minho gets home, his roommates are all tucked away in their rooms. He slips out of his shoes and tosses his duffle bag to the side of his room, adding to his laundry pile. He grabs a hoodie and some jeans, stepping into the bathroom for a quick shower. He quickly runs the towel through his hair before stepping out and grabbing his keys— heart still racing in his chest as he returns to his car. It's one of those drives where Minho has the music incredibly low because he needs to hear himself think; can't really focus with all these what if's and imaginary scenarios about how the evening will turn out.

Pulling up to your place, he sees Uncle Adrian home, but tucked away in the house somewhere. He can see a the dim light in the kitchen on, with another one of the room lights also on. He parks his car and pulls the hood over his head while walking to your small detached suite, taking a moment before knocking on the door a few times. You're sitting on the couch indulging in a new series when the knocks come— instantly throwing the blanket off of your legs to greet Minho at the door.

"Hey." You quickly eye Minho standing there in his hoodie and jeans, stepping aside to let him in.

"Feels nice and warm in here." He shakes off the cold a bit, plopping onto your couch.

"I'm glad." You chuckle, returning to your position on the couch. "How was the studio?"

"It was okay. Nothing too bad."

"Did you eat?" He shakes his head.

"I'm not really hungry."

"You sure? I have some leftover pasta." You point at your kitchen counter, making Minho smile.

"Promise, I'm good. Thank you." He switches his attention back to the TV. "Watching a new show?"

"Mhm. Finally finished the other one."

"That's new."

"I'm trying here." You respond before subtly biting onto your bottom lip. Great, the silence is settling in and it's awkward.

But luckily for you, Minho is quick to break the silence.

"So, how've you been feeling?" You sigh and turn your body towards him, giving him your full and undivided attention.

"I've been alright. I think I've seen brighter days. What about you?"

"Mm, not sure. But, it's alright. I'm making it through my days." You nod. Silence. More silence filling the room feels a lot louder than it actually is— probably due to all your thoughts and the neverending spiral of overthinking.

"Minho." You call his name and he feels his heart constrict for various reasons. "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" 

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I should've, but I was too caught up in us. I brushed things over without thinking about you or Jisung. I-I thought—" He sighs. "I really thought I could fix the past by doing better now, but I know it doesn't work well that way." He looks at you. "I planned to tell you, I just let it slip away from me. Selfishly." You look at him and you aren't sure what your heart is trying to tell you. You're angry, you're upset. You're sad, you're missing a piece of yourself because of all this.

"Do you know where we went wrong?"

"It was nothing you did." He responds lowly. Somehow, this statement triggers the tears that are suddenly streaming down your cheeks, and you can't help but quickly wipe them away. Minho has the hardest time preventing himself from reaching over to console you; but, he stills. He knows he can't, he shouldn't.

"How was it nothing when you upped and left? Clearly, something was wrong. Especially for you, somebody who was my bestfriend and knew me better than myself, to leave when things got rough between us." You tell him softly, though the words sting and they carry weight you are not strong enough to carry.

"It wasn't you. I was stupid. I ran when things got tough, I mistook a small ounce of infatuation and excitement as a way out of it. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how stupid I was being right away."

"Minho, I don't really know what to say. After everything that's happened, I was starting to feel safe with you again. Like there was nothing you could do to hurt me. And I think what hurts the most is knowing that I was terribly wrong. That I, at one point, was an after-thought for you. Because of this small ounce of infatuation and excitement. If it was nothing on me, then you wouldn't have left." You continue to cry and Minho swallows the lump in his throat— his own tears threatening to spill. "If it was nothing on me, then you wouldn't have kept seeing her while I was in the hospital. I know I had no control over that, but you definitely did." You dig your head into your hands and cry.

"Y/N. Please tell me what you need so I can make this better." Minho's voice wavers, his need to pry you away from your hands almost becomes unbearable. The more he watches you, the more he realizes that this must be how things turn out. This is how it all ends, this is what you two have become;

Broken.

And there was no fixing this, no seal strong enough that could keep the cracks together. Because eventually, the seal wears off, it takes another blow, and everything comes apart— breaking to pieces all over again.

When Minho thinks about this, the urge to console you slowly subsides within him. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he realizes he is the cause of all the cracks he can see on you; all the cracks that are threatening to break apart because the seal isn't strong enough, no glue good enough to keep it together. All he does is add onto it, and maybe, he should just keep his distance like he originally did.

He loves you, and maybe this time, love meant he needed to let you go.

"I need time away from you." You finally look up at him again, and the silence that settles between you two is heartbreaking. "I just need to keep my distance because I don't think it's fair I didn't get my own time to process this, to properly get over it. I am grateful you told me and were honest about everything. Eventually, I'd like to move forward and say my peace to it. But for now, that's not the time. I'm not ready to."

He loves you, and maybe this time, love means he will let you go.

"Okay." Is all Minho responds with. But, you continue to cry and Minho isn't sure what he should do. Clearly, you can't let him in again. Clearly, the distance is what you need. 

"I hate this." You manage to mumble as you look at him. "I look at you and I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to just give me an 'okay.' I wish you could hold me and tell me things will get better. But then, I look at you and I also can't believe that you're the same person who managed to do the most damage to me. The one person I wasn't good enough for, the one who I wish never gave up. It makes me confused, angry. Part of me really wishing I didn't have to talk to you or see you."

"I'll do anything to make you comfortable and to keep you happy. I wanna show you that you are my biggest priority and that you are first before anything. Anyone. So, I'll give you time. I'll give you space. No matter how long it takes. Even if time eventually tells me that things are different between us, I'll take it. Because I'd rather have part of you than have none of you." Tears are slowly staining his cheeks at this point, but he continues to look at you; never once breaking contact. "I love you, and I'm gonna be here no matter what. But, I'll give you just that and let you be."

"I hope time can be good for us." 

"I hope so too." He stands, asking for your hand so that he can pull you up and hug you. You follow his actions, tightly wrapping your arms around his waist while letting your cheek rest against his chest. His one arm is wrapped around your back, while the other comes behind your head; his lips kissing the top of your head. He whispers an 'I'm sorry' against the surface before he says: "You don't need to forgive me. You know that. I deserve it. Whatever happens though, I'll always be here. Okay? I'll always be here. I'm not going anywhere." He repeats before placing another kiss on your head. You stay in the position for a few more seconds before pulling away to look up at him.

Looking at Minho makes your heart clench so, so badly. He can't help but return your look with soft eyes, nose slightly reddened from the crying he did earlier— hand coming to brush the hair away from your face before he steps back and starts heading towards the door. You wiggle your fingers and ball them into a fist, preventing yourself from reaching out, stop him from leaving. All you do is slowly and silently follow after him, now surrendering the rest of this chapter with Minho to the universe.

"Call me if you need me. I'll come no matter what." You nod, closing your eyes when he plants a soft kiss against your forehead. He gives you one last, tiny smile before turning on his heels to walk back to his car. You watch as he throws his hood back over his head, shutting the side gate closed behind him.

You nibble on your bottom lip as you find yourself walking into the house, hoping to find Uncle Adrian and be in his company for a bit. When you walk in, the kitchen light is still on and you find your uncle pouring himself a glass of water. 

"Oh, hey." He sees you pop around the corner as the back door shuts. His smile instantly fades when he sees the expression on your face, and the way you hug your arms close to your chest. "What's wrong, Y/N?" You start crying into your hands again and your uncle panics, throwing a blanket over your shoulder before walking you over to the couch. He pulls you into a hug, doing his best to ease the pain you're feeling. "Talk to me." He says.

"I wish things were easier." You mumble through your crying, finally looking up at your uncle again. "I wish things didn't have to be like this between me and Minho." Your uncle's heart breaks because he wishes he could do more for you. And he knows this isn't solely because of the breakup; your heart isn't aching because of your relationship, no.

Your heart is aching because you no longer see the same bestfriend, have the same bestfriend, that you had. You've come to re-learn Minho, how you two used to be even before the relationship— and before you could even have that back, you've already lost it. Your uncle knows that the relationship only makes up one [complicated] part of it.

Your uncle will let you because you need to. He's glad you two were able to talk it out properly, but he's certain it wasn't easy for you to put up those boundaries towards your own bestfriend. It makes him torn because despite the ups and downs of your relationship, Minho was always good to you as your bestfriend. He helped take care of you, he never wanted you to be unhappy, was always making sure that you never felt a lack of support, love or care from him.

He gets it. It's not easy, but hopefully these times, will bring you to better days. To happier times. To more trust, less worries. To brighter, blue skies.

Right now, he will let you be.

Right now, you are mourning everything about Minho. 

☁︎ FLASHBACK | HIGH SCHOOL

You drag yourself up the hill after your walk to the convenience store, suddenly craving for a specific brand of ramen and spicy tuna onigiri amongst other snacks you've grabbed as you pranced around in the aisles. You swing the bag gently back and forth, head hung low as thoughts continue to swirl around in your head at 100mph.

You miss Minho.

You haven't heard from him today since he had been busy with family on the other side of town, and you were starting to wonder if you should text him first instead of waiting. You were torn about it. Should you text him now? Would he think you're too clingy?

Is he thinking of you the same way you are?

Maybe you shouldn't, and maybe you should just let him be until he's free.

You let out a sigh, finally coming up the block to your house with the bag twirling around your fingers. You check your phone still seeing zero texts or calls from him, making your heart drop just a tiny bit. But, before you could let your feelings completely take over, you catch sight of a shadow up ahead. You look up and find Minho standing near the streetlight; making you pause in your tracks to take in how the light perfectly sits on him right now.

You missed him.

"Hey. I was just about to call—" Minho's head whips in your direction, a small smile creeping at the corner of his lips. You jog towards him, immediately throwing your arms around his neck while hugging him and keeping him close. "Woah." He chuckles, reciprocating the hug and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You okay?" He looks down at you, hand gently coming up to brush your hair back, to caress your cheek.

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"I just really missed you." You mumble as you press your forehead against his chest. "I didn't hear from you all day and I wanted to text you, but I didn't because—"

"Y/N." He chuckles a bit, his breath visible in the air. "Slow down."

"I wanted to text you but I didn't wanna bother you."

"I'm sorry. I was busy, but I also wanted to surprise you." You look up at him. "I missed you, too." You let out a content sigh and pull away from him, hand still loosely holding onto his

"Did you?"

"I did." He kisses your knuckles. "And I'm here now, right? I'm not going anywhere."

☁︎ END

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Blacked Last Night iv

"For the last time, mum..! don't wanna go." Vivi tapped her finger on her phone as she chewed a bit on her nail, she waited to hear her mother's voice from her phone again. She was looking around her room searching for a pair of pants as her mother called her about going to her aunt Clara's wedding, she didn't know if her aunt knew about her phobia but hopefully she had some sense of what she was going through. Granted she hasn’t seen her aunt since she was sixteen but she still hoped someone told her about her phobia.

"She wants to see you again, you know that your aunt hasn't seen you in three years." Her mother's voice sounded slightly more tired than she remembered, she could hear a can opening and felt a small smile play at her lips. Her father cracking open a can of beer was something she was used to, either beer or soda, he was never a wine person; always complaining about how strong it was. Vivi didn’t mind it personally but that was her opinion that she didn’t tell her father.

"Does she know about my agoraphobia?" Vivi ran a hand through her hair as she pulled on a pair of jeans, though some people would hardly be awake at 6:00. It was the only way she could get breakfast and not be bothered or bump into other students.

"She does, and I've tried telling her that but she says that she'll still be heartbroken if you don't attend." Her mother sounded sympathetic and a sinking feeling came to her stomach, she could possibly have a plus one but she had no mate…okay well she supposed that was a lie but Michael Gavey seemed like the person to not go to a wedding, also she didn’t want people to confuse them for dating.

“Mum…can I bring someone?” She tapped her foot and put a finger to her lip and tapped on it till she answered.

“Yes, though she says that she’ll have to meet the person first.” Then came the question that she expected;

“Who are you thinking of bringing?” Vivi pressed her lips together and tried not to stutter.

“A…friend.” She put on her shoes and popped a pill into her mouth, swallowing it and hanging up after she said she loved her mum.

Okay so…she supposed now she should probably ask Michael Gavey if he wants to come to a wedding.

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“Explain to me again…why the hell are you inviting me to a wedding? Barely know you.” Michael glanced at Vivi as they both spoke in quietly in their French class, they both sat a bit distantly from the other students in the class yet close enough to each other to talk.

“My aunt wants me to go and I don’t wanna go alone…also there’s the possibility that she probably won’t shut it about me being with someone since she did it last time…” That time she made eye contact with him and looked back down; she seemed almost more nervous than she was yesterday, but that could be due to her agoraphobia and not being comfortable in a class.

“Don’t you have a mate to bring?” He glanced at her and she blinked before shaking her head.

“Who’d want to be friends with someone who barely leaves her dorm?” She looked back at her paper and continued writing, a small sense of relatability bubbled in him, he’d always ask himself that. ‘Who’d be friends with the boy with glasses and who is brilliant at math?’ He used to think that it was Oliver who was that friend but well…clearly not. He felt almost embarrassed as he spoke:

“Suppose you’re a Norman no-mates too then?” He heard her stop writing and looked to see her slightly frozen but she swallowed and nodded before speaking:

“Most of them stopped being there when my phobia got worse, I tried going to parties with them but I just kept feeling nauseous and wanting to leave. I kept trying to go to parties with them but I think it became worse…better to just not go to parties than feel like you’re drowning in people.” She swallowed and looked down, picking back up her pencil and playing with the eraser.

“Probably a stupid thing to say but yea…I have no mates anymore, I can think the same goes for you?” His throat felt dry as he nodded and wrote his notes as he spoke.

“Had a friend back in school but they went to a different college, then Oliver came and I thought I had a mate but he liked the posh cunts more.”

Making friends for Michael was always not something he enjoyed; he was an outsider even if he was posh like them, he always resented how it felt like they felt righteous for something that their parents payed for.

“So…Yea, no friends.” It was silence for a moment, say for when Michael tried pronouncing ‘Developer’ in French, to no avail.

“It’s ‘Révélateur‘.” He looked at Vivi who looked up from her notes, he scrunched his lips and took in a breath.

“Yeah I know, just it’s hard to pronounce.” Michael only knew a bit of French and Spanish but he was mostly more good at Spanish than French.

An idea seemed to have come to Vivi as she leaned in and looked at his notes, Michael felt oddly hot having her near him. Enough to where she could whisper into his ear.

“Why don’t we do something? You go with me to the wedding…and maybe help with my agoraphobia, then I’ll help you with French and anything you’d struggling with.” He raised a brow when she mentioned her agoraphobia.

“I…I want to be able to at least get it under control by the time the wedding comes up, last wedding I went to, I was near a panic. Don’t know if I can have it go away fully but I would like to try and have it a bit more under control.” She moved away and played with a loose string from her shirt, he thought about it for a moment and offered his hand.

“Fine then…as long as you also maybe help me with another thing; help maybe do something to Quick.” It was Vivi’s turn to raise a brow and look at him, granted what he wanted to do wasn’t horrible but…still he wanted her to agree to it.

“Okay then…as long as it doesn’t include murder then I promise I’ll help.” She offered her pinky and he suppressed a smile and took her pinky, she returned his smile and nodded.

“Suppose that makes us sort of friends?” Vivi looked at him and he shrugged, her eyes showed curiosity and he thought about it for a moment before nodded and offering her a grin.

“You’re my mate then…though if we go through this wedding and revenge on Oliver, we’ll still be friends.” She nodded and took his hand again, squeezing it.

“Michael Gavey you’re my mate.”

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Also I assume you mean fictionkin - sorry if you didn't!

Luz Noceda

Dvdhnfjdjd WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN? I've been so fucking obsessed w her and could relate to her WAYY too much since I started watching. Just... Ugh. So much of it. Being "the weird kid", inconsistent and lackluster grades / performance, being overly obsessed with a specific franchise (though mine come and go and return every few weeks lol), having a mom who really cares about you and wants the best for you and has had similar experiences growing up and being isolated or cast out but accidentally made you feel like you had to conform because that's what she kinda had to do??? idk but still encourages her child's true self and feels super guilty Abt it all yada yada. having little to no friends (I have one! (Speaking of offline) before visiting the demon realm. Fanfic writer (I never have the patience or motivation to finish anything I start though), being impulsive, not knowing whay you wanna be, being into witchcraft, feeling like you're somewhere where you don't belong (the human realm) and would gladly escape into a whole different realm, Bisexual (I'm questioning this though), gender nonconforming, being told that you just have to "apply yourself", insecure, similar clothing style, considers herself a "dummy", poor attention span for things she's uninterested, indecisive, etc etc, THIS SCENE THIS SCENE THIS SCENE

(ps the way camilla hovered her hand above the screen / luz when she saw how sad she was 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺)

It's just. Everything.. I remember the first time I watched it I was like "Luz is so me in almost every single way. Except she makes a ton of eye contact, I don't rly do that" lmao... I would rewatch s1 and S2 on loop every day for the whole summer, I am NOT exaggerating. I rly love TOH I'm so.glad I got the opportunity to watch it and it means sm to me and I keep rewatching the scene from thanks to them and auhggjt.

"all I ever wanted... Was to be understood!" HEJDJFJDIDJRUJDJEKF DJJFFJNFB FIKF

AARON MITCHELL

oh my GOD when I saw this movie for a few days I'd cry sm just bc of how much I related.to him. He chews his shirt. I used to do the same when I was twelve and a bunch of my shirts had holes and still have holes but I stopped and now I just grid my teeth instead lmfao and they hurt ouch. a piece of gum is a lifesaver for.me. He's OBSESSED with dinosaurs - for me it's not dinosaurs specifically but like I've said earlier I tend to get OBSESSED with things way too much to the point everyone knows me for that thing. He's implied to have ZERO FRIENDS before meeting Abby who shares his obsession w dinosaurs (just like me and my one n only friend fr) (why do I keep getting attached to characters who previously had zero friends wtf.) LOVES to talk Abt his interest. Obsessive. Shy. Awful social skills. Takes things too literally sometimes. Calls his dad father sometimes cuz why not ("Thank you, father." after he gave him his phone back "just as promised" (except he broke it in pieces but he.kept his promise so aaron doesn't care lmao.) carries a notebook and pencil w him randomly?. his older sibling and parent argue abt the siblings college choices and you're just forced to watch and the tension is rising and you're feeling anxious and Uhm yeah. SOMETIMES KINDA ROBOTIC IN HIS SPEECH? I've noticed? Blunt. Has a TON of things related to his obsession. (For me I have primarily a tonshit of sonic themed things.) dislikes being alone. Dislikes admitting his feelings. Nerd. Uses obsession as a way to understand, contextualize and communicate with the world and his surroundings. Also chews his fingers. Always wearing sweatpants. Fidgety. Ect etc. Just lile arhghfhfng. HIM.

Things I don't relate to - wearing shoes in bed. What the actual fuck Aaron. Also he wears socks. I don't do that unless I'm nailed down to the floor until I succumb to their nonsensical rules. Ok they KINDA make sense but I don't like them. I don't care that my shoes or feet will smell afterwards get those fucking socks away from me.

. anyway sorry. There's probably more but yeah I forgot. I actually got the urge to cry when just thinking about him a couple of times. Like wowza dawg he's just like me fr and I mean it. I can really really relate to him and I act a lot like him and I acted even more like him when I was about his age and was obsessed with exclusively sonic for like a year straight. lol

Enderman

Ok this one's a short one but yeah I can relate to them. They're just minding their own business, in their own piece, picking random things off the ground (or ground itself..), DESPISE eye contact and will get really violent if you make eye contact with them (I am not exaggerating I actually get really angry and uncomfortable with uninitiated eye contact from ppl I'm not comfy with like don't look at me stop looking at me stop looking at me.) makes random sounds sometimes, such as screeches and hisses. Unlike them I DO like water and I LOVE rain HOWEVER I DO NOT LIKE touching smaller amounts of water on surfaces where I don't expect water to be and get really grossed out and uncomfortable from it. Unless they're with their own kin they're just kinda going around, alone, minding their peace unless provoked. Like most mobs - both hostile and peaceful - acknowledge your existence, hostile ones attack you, peaceful ones like horses and sheep and pigs and wolves and cats and whatnot may look at you if you look at it and pay attention to you and some can be befriended, enderman is neither like them, they're minding their own business, they don't initiate contact like, ever, and only engage w the player when having to defend themselves... when feeling threatened EVEN if the player didn't mean to scare them, like idk I'm.noy.really used to strangers having good intentions with me so I get defensive easily .... that is irl, on the internet I definitely don't get ever scared from social interactions ahaha 😎 yeah.

So yeah the only thing I KINDA can't relate to is not liking water - I only dislike water in a very specific context so yeah. And I do make eye contact w family members usually like I've mentioned earlier - I don't know, do endermen make eye contact with each other? I'm not sure, I don't remember. There might be more to them that I relate to but I can't recall anything at the moment

Everything I've mentioned about these characters in This post - I can relate to. These are just my feelings put imperfectly into words.... but I feel a lot about them and have felt a lot about them for quite some time.

Ducbfjrj there's also a list of characters I relate to (link in intro post) but these were the ones I related to the most

[multifandoms27-blog]

Hello there!

I just stumbled across your blog and I love your posts! And when I saw that you also write for Creepypasta, I just had to send in a request, especially considering that there's barely anything there!

So may I ask for some general and romantic headcanons for Toby? I really love this guy!

I hope you have a wonderful day and remember to stay hydrated!

(Also, apologies if there are any mistakes, English isn't my native language ^^)

See ya! :D

Hi! Thank you, Vero, you stay hydrated and have a wonderful day as well! I'm so glad you love my stuff <3 I was just thinking about doing something for Toby, so you're in luck hehe

(Also, your English is amazing my friend. No worries <3)

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Content: Toby general and romantic headcanons with gender neutral reader

Warnings: Mentions of trauma, implied murder, implied violent bipolar episodes, obsessive behavior, toxic jealousy, toxic relationship, and implied familial trauma.

Notes: I come from the era of creepypasta where everybody believed Toby was very obsessed with waffles, and was horribly misinterpreted in fanfiction. That was about eight years ago now though, and from what I've seen the fandom has been getting better with representation of Toby.

I've put a lot of thought into this. Might use this as inspo to revamp my Jeff headcanon list.

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(art by Lynnarty on Deviantart)

❥General

I want to start by saying: I know almost nothing about Tourette's syndrome and don't know anybody who has it. If I get anything wrong, please please please correct me. I wanna get this right for you lovelies. Thank you <3

Now, what I do know about Tourette's, is that there are two types of tics: motor and phonic. I believe Toby has more motor tics than phonic. I know he's portrayed as stuttering and twitching/moving rapidly at the same time, but I don't think he has as many phonic tics as we think

I do however, think he has a natural stutter. He was bullied in grade school, and as a fellow bullied child, I can confidently say that he developed the stutter then. I will die on this hill.

His personality is also not at all that of a child, who spends all his time screaming and laughing just for the hell of it. He's unhinged, yeah, but not in the oblivious child way. More of the sadistic way for very obvious reasons.

He's more so reserved, just kinda comes and goes. There will be points in time where he decides to be super obnoxious and fuck with other pastas in the mansion, but that's moreso purposely picking fights and intentionally being annoying than whatever the hell fanfic writers wrote in the early 2010's.

He does have bipolar disorder, so he'll lose his shit when he decides to fuck with people and they fuck with him back. It turns ugly really fast.

With his CIPA (Cognitive Insensitivity to Pain), obviously he cannot feel when he gets injured on missions, or if his motor tics cause him any pain. He won't really give a shit if he finds an injury, and won't really take any steps to go to Eyeless Jack either to get patched up. Either someone else will have to bring him, or Jack will have to hunt him down himself.

Speaking of Jack, he was able to fix up the left side of Toby's mouth when he came to the mansion. Fixing Toby's injury and Jeff's face were the first two things he did.

Toby still chews on his hands and the insides of his mouth, just out of habit or if he's stressed/upset about something.

He doesn't have a reaction to fire, really. He doesn't like dwelling on the past + he's ready to just keel over and die at any moment, so it doesn't really matter to him.

Being called "Ticci Toby" angers him to no end. You will die if you call him that, no exceptions.

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❥Romantic

Toby didn't really look for love after joining the mansion

Like I mentioned above, he's ready to die at any point, so he finds it kinda pointless to get a partner if he's just gonna die soon

He noticed when you joined the mansion, but he didn't actually say anything to you until you'd been there for some months. He doesn't particularly associate himself with people in the first place, let alone people he newly "meets."

He's not very friendly at first, but being nice to him even through his obnoxious moments and horrendous mood swings and even going so far as to try to help him (he won't let you in the moment but he'll reflect on it later), it'll get you in his good graces

Being blindingly nice won't just get you in romantic territory. If he sees you being an actual person around others while just being super nice with him, it's going to make him think you're not genuine.

Just be yourself around him. When he sees you treat him the same as the others (with genuine kindness and respect) and not like he's some freak, it'll get you brownie points.

Toby doesn't realize he's insecure and thinks it's normal to get super jealous super easily. His parents didn't have the best relationship and most internet media of relationships is toxic in itself, so you'll have to be the one to sit down with him and lay out your boundaries. Even then, he'll frequently cross them.

It's not because he doesn't respect you or love you. He does. Just sometimes he wants to move the relationship a little faster, or he's impatient and wants kisses when you're with the others, or he's just plain forgetful.

Again on the jealous point though, he's going to get very upset if you don't notice he's jealous. In his mind, it's very obvious. Eventually he'll get so upset that he yanks you away from the people, cusses them out, then storms off with you and slams every door he goes through for extra measure. He's then going to cry as he holds you, apologizing and saying he didn't mean it and he was just scared you were going to leave him.

He doesn't let you be with your other pasta friends without lurking in the background, watching yours and their every move. He loves you and just wants to make sure you're okay. Happily accepts you back into his arms when you're done.

The only time you'll be able to hang out with friends outside the mansion (without him watching you) is when Toby is away on missions. If you befriend the right pastas, they'll cover for you. If he's not away though, he's very likely going to be stalking you and your friends in the background.

Toby doesn't care if you give him PDA or not, he just wants to be near you and do what he wants in the moment. Once he realizes he has feelings for you, he's going to be clinging to your side.

Loves when you show him physical affection and attention without him asking.

He also loves when you involve him in things you like. He might not participate in it, but the fact that you thought of him makes him happy. His favorite thing is eating some snacks while cuddling on his bed and watching some show you love.

Toby by himself just kinda exists. Toby in a relationship with you just kinda exists, but he wants people to know that you only exist with him.

For obvious reasons, Toby is a fucked up individual, and a relationship with him will always be toxic in some aspect. Everyone in the pasta mansion is fucked up, and very few will have healthy relationships. Yes, we love the pastas anyway, but we cannot fix them, so just keep that in mind lovelies <3

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Here is my Masterlist in case you want to request, or look for more of your favorite character!

[missmagooglie]

Fuck It Friday

Always fun when writing inspo comes out of order 🙄. Started messing around with some scenes from later on in Therapy Baby! Here's a little bit of Buddie "they almost kissed but then they didn't" action:

"Buck, wait," Eddie whispers. He dips his chin and turns his face away, but makes no move to step out of Buck's grip. "We can't." "I thought–" Buck is confused for a moment, then mortified. He drops his hands from Eddie's waist and steps sharply back. "Fuck. Eddie, I'm so sorry. I thought you wanted this." "I do," Eddie says quickly. He reaches out for Buck's hand, tangling their fingers together and stopping Buck from moving further away. "Jesus, Buck. You have no idea how much, but –" Eddie pauses for a moment, chewing nervously at his lower lip. "I should have told you sooner. Christopher's mother and I… we're still married." He winces a little, and adds, "Technically." Buck frowns. He remembers being in the firetruck, learning about Christopher the same day he learned that Danny was his. He remembers Eddie saying, "I'm all he's got. His mother's not in the picture." He's never thought to push Eddie on what exactly that meant, and he wonders now if maybe he should have.

"I thought you said she wasn't part of his life anymore," he says. "She's not," Eddie confirms. His shoulders slump and he won't look at Buck as he speaks. "She left when Chris was six. It was… there was a lot going on, and I wasn't ready to be the kind of husband she needed me to be. She said she needed time."

Christopher is eight now. Buck knows because he'd nearly passed out helping Eddie blow up all the balloons for the party -- an event where there had been no mention of Christopher's mother from Chris, Eddie, or any of Eddie's LA based relatives who had descended on the party with more food than an army of second graders could ever hope to finish.

"That's what, two years ago now?"  Buck says. "It sounds like you've given her plenty of time." "That's not," Eddie exhales harshly, and for a moment Buck is afraid he's crossed a line, that Eddie is annoyed with him. When Eddie speaks again, his words are deliberate and careful, but his tone is gentle. "I'm not waiting for Shannon to come back to me. I don't know that there's enough left of that relationship for us to repair it, even if we wanted to. I want to wait because you are important to me, and you deserve better than a relationship with a married man who never officially ended things with his estranged wife." "So," Buck says, the hopeful anticipation he felt before Eddie asked him to stop slowly fluttering back to life, "what I'm hearing is less of a 'no' and more of a 'not yet', then?" Finally Eddie looks at him, his deep brown eyes so wide and earnest that Buck feels like he's drowning in them. He squeezes Buck's hand and pulls slightly, drawing Buck toward him. "Is that ok?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah," Buck breathes. "Eddie, I would wait forever for you." It may be a blatant hypocrisy, but Buck doesn't care. This is Eddie. However long he needs to wait, it will be worth it. Eddie groans, and it turns into a chuckle as he rests his forehead against Buck's shoulder. "God, I wanna kiss you so bad right now," he bemoans. "I'm not stopping you," Buck replies lightly, but there's no expectation behind it. Instead, he focuses on how it feels to have Eddie this close, every lingering touch carving itself into his memory. Eddie shakes his head, like Buck knew he would, but doesn't pull away. "If I started kissing you, I don't think I could stop," he admits. "And I need to sort my shit out first."

[thesupreme316]

Could I request a HOOK Valentine’s Day smut and or fic?

Partition (Hook x Fem!Reader):

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Suggestive (failed), Comedy (fail)

Summary: What happens when Hook forgets it's Valentine's Day and your anniversary?

Word Count: 1,585

Supreme Speaks: hehe, so this was supposed to be uploaded by Valentine's day (my bad). anywhoosies, thank you to @hookerforhook for the request, I hope you and everyone else enjoy it. also, it's my first time doing something suggestive (cause i don't write smut) but please lemme know if it's good. ALSO ALSO, i hope everyone is doing well and remember you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: slightly proofread, failed suggestive and comedic content

Taglist (if you wanna be apart of it, lemme know): @hookerforhook @triscillal @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @diabloguapos @wwenhlimagines

“You seriously don’t know what day it is?” You looked into his eyes to see if he was lying or not.

“It’s Tuesday.”

You rolled your eyes, groaned, and stomped away from your boyfriend of three months, Tyler.

Tyler was, for lack of better words, stoic. Sometimes too stoic for your liking. To the world, he appeared cold and careless. However, within the three months (and even before) of your relationship, Tyler always showed affection and his softer side to you, whether people were around or not. He was able to remember little, almost unrecognizable, habits and details about you. Like how you chew with the right side of your mouth, when you get nervous that you tap your fingers against your neck, or how your favorite color is a particular shade and not the whole range of the color. He knew so much about you, yet, he couldn’t remember today’s date.

It was Valentine’s Day.

Not only was it Valentine’s Day….

It was your 3 month anniversary…And this dude forgot it.

To some, 3 months is not a major thing, but to you, every anniversary/celebration is important. Just like for other girls and or couples, today was special for you, or at least it was supposed to be. You just don’t know it wasn’t special enough to Tyler, who literally (not literally) kept hinting for you to go out with him 3 months ago.

Was it you? Maybe you didn’t push the occasion to him enough. Then again, he doesn’t like people repeating themselves or people pushing concepts on him. Maybe he wasn’t a Valentine’s Day kind of guy. Or maybe he has bad memories of Valentine’s Day. Whatever the reason, it didn’t excuse him from missing an important occasion.

Bitterly chuckling, you kept walking to your hotel room and kept trying to tell yourself that he probably has something planned. Opening the door, you saw the presents you got for your forgetful boyfriend sitting on your bed. That sight broke you, here you got him the things that he had his eyes on and you got nothing.

You quickly sat the presents on the table before flopping on your bed face first. Now you were completely over today. You were conflicted about the reason and it just dampen your mood. In the middle of your sulking, you didn’t notice the door opening for your roommate to walk in.

“Girl, I leave you for like 15 minutes and you’re already in distress.” Willow jokingly said. You, with slightly red eyes, look up to find Willow and Ruby. “Honey, what’s wrong?” Willow said, rubbing your back.

“Tyler forgot about today.” You quietly replied

“Honestly, maybe he just thinks you already know how much he loves you and thought he didn’t have to do anything,” Willow said shrugging

“It’s our three-month anniversary.”

“Oh, he’s a dumbass.” Ruby sat on the floor as Willow kicked her shin. “Ow, what? It’s probably true. Man eats chips on a daily.”

Willow rolled her eyes before saying, “I’m sure that he didn’t mean to forget. He probably has a lot on his plate with the title and going against The firm.”

You wiped your eyes, before slightly nodding. It was like you were trying to convince yourself more than the two women in your room. “You’re right. Hopefully, he has something planned for us, like a surprise or something. But let’s change the subject,” you started, “What are you guys doing today?”

Ruby, not looking up from her phone, scoffed, “Willow’s been trying to show me the so-called magic of Valentine’s Day. It’s not working.”

“She just hates seeing people happy.”


“No, I hate seeing corny couples happy. Y/N and Hook are not corny, so I wish them well.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at your friends’ complex and clashing viewpoint: Ruby hates the aesthetic of Valentine’s Day but wants to see you happy (and knows the basic components of relationships). Willow on the other wants to see everyone happy. You were happy to have friends like them, to give you multiple perspectives and pieces of advice. “Okay, well since you’re not doing anything, do you wanna have a Galentine’s Day? We can go to Build-A-Bear or something.”

As you were gonna answer, Ruby cut you off, “No! I hate kids!”

Willow shouted back, “You hate everyone!”

“Not you guys!”

Before you could break up the soon-to-be argument, there was a knock at the door. Ruby got up and opened the door to see Darius and Dante Martin standing there, who happens to be two of Tyler’s best friends.

“Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!” Dante said entering the room with his brother.

Darius’ eyes widened at the sight of you, “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be out already?”

Ruby rolled her eyes before saying, “No, your best friend doesn’t remember what today is.”

“Yeah, go ask your little friend,” Willow said while rubbing your back.

“No, Hook told us tha-“ Darius started before Dante covered his mouth. You raised an eyebrow as the brothers went to a corner and whispered to each other. It was never like Dante to cut his brother off. And it was never like them to keep a secret from you (especially when it concerns Tyler). Your eyes shifted between them as they started making their way toward the door. “Sorry! We’ll be sure to talk to him! Okay, you guys bye!” Darius quickly said as Dante pushed him out of the door.

Frustrated, you fell back on the bed and asked Willow and Ruby to leave you out of today’s plans. You just wanted to be alone with your thoughts. As Ruby dragged your roommate out, the only thing you could think about was Tyler: how you wished he was here, wishing that he remembered, and what you guys would do if he remembered. This entire time, you were trying to keep your hopes (hoping that he’ll pull through, especially when Dante and Darius showed up) but at this moment, you started to accept that today was going to be a regular day.

As you felt yourself drifting off to sleep, there was a knock at the door. Groaning, you opened the door but found no one at the door. But instead, two bags with a note attached. You picked them up before reading the note.

Sweetheart,

Of course, I wouldn’t forget about tonight. Put these on and get ready for a night you can’t forget.

Tyler

Your mood went from sad to happy in a matter of seconds. You squealed and immediately shut the door, dashing to the bathroom. In one bag was a beautiful black dress that you had your eye on for the past few weeks. In the other bag was a pair of shoes that were sold out for as long as you had them in your cart. Your smile grew larger, as you began to put on the dress. It was a perfect fit, hugging your body beautifully. Hook really knew you. You did your makeup (that complimented your eyes and skin tone) before quickly styling your hair.

As you were finishing up the final details of your look, there was a knock at the door. You ran to the door and opened it to reveal your boyfriend in a black tuxedo in all-white sneakers, holding two bouquets of roses (one in red and the other in your favorite color). Whether wearing a suit or not, Tyler would always refuse to wear dress shoes. You smiled up at him (even with heels, you were still shorter than him), “I actually thought you forgot.”

“I’m offended at the amount of faith you have in me,” Tyler said with a fake pout. He presented the flowers to you, pushing them in your hands. “I would never forget something so important, sweetheart.” He kissed you on the cheek before stepping inside the hotel room. You closed the door and put the flowers down as Tyler continued, “Look, I’m sorry that I made you upset. Dante and Darius came to me and told me how sad you were. I just needed more time to ensure everything was perfect tonight.”

Your eyes sparkled at the confession, “For me?”

Tyler smirked before stepping closer and giving you a sweet kiss, “You deserve it. Only the best.” He gave you another kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day. Happy 3-month anniversary.”

“Is this the start of your apology?” You asked, raising an eyebrow with a small smirk

“I was hoping the dress and shoes were.”

You backed up and did a twirl, showing off your outfit. “I think so, you’re doing an okay job so far. I look amazing.”

Tyler nodded, “You look gorgeous, babe. But I think you would look better beneath me.” He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, grazing your lips. “Don’t you?” He whispered.

“I agree with you, baby.” You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “But I think, you should be on your knees and giving me that apology right now. Don’t you?” You sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at him with a hint of lust and mischief in your eyes.

Slightly chuckling, Tyler leaned down to give you a long yet passion-filled kiss. He then descended onto the floor in front of you, on his knees. He lifted your right leg and kissed your ankle, “I couldn’t agree more, sweetheart.”

Let’s just say, you two didn’t make it to the reservations that Tyler made that night.

[sunnyie-eve]

5 | Family Drama

Series: Odds Together

Paring: Ryan Dunn x OFC Margera!

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Rude Family, Mention of rape

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Since that night I went off on my mom, which I didn't fully remember, I've been avoiding any type of conversations about that whole day. I think everyone knew it too so no one ever brought it up.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I ask Bam hearing our mother start to scream. I see he was bashing through the side of the door to make a draw bridge. "And I still couldn't stay out late?" I mumble to myself going back upstairs.

"Anna!" I hear Ryan start to rush after me.

"Leave me alone." I groan shutting my door on him.

"I can open it still... What did you do to your wall?" He sees all the holes.

"That bat plus a not so sober me pissed off equals that." I point at the bat, me, and the wall. "And before you speak... No, I don't wanna talk about it."

"I heard everything you said. I followed you in. She really got on you for doing what we did growing up? The videos and everything?"

"Yes. She wanted me to be the clean cut one out of her kids. Wanted me to get good grades in school, go to college so I could get good paying job. Maybe find a good clean cut guy who knows what he wants to do with his life. Then my dad wanted this perfect princess daughter. When I was super young, I loved Disney princess and he said I could be just like them. I started doing chores at six years old thinking I was a princess. Then Beauty and the Beast came out when I was 12. She became my favorite and I wanted to be like her so that's when I started reading. Growing up I of course realized I wasn't some princess and if I was one I was Cinderella. So when I got to hangout with you and Bam, it felt nice just having fun. But I got chewed out because I wasn't supposed to be doing that. I was supposed to be doing girl things."

"I'm sorry I never noticed." Ryan gives me a sad pout.

"You wouldn't have known because it was always said when I was alone. Bam doesn't even know because he's not super observant. Just stay quiet about it. Please." He nods his head then leaves my room.

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"We're having a big dinner. All your relatives. All of Phil's relatives." Bam tells our mom.

"You are lying. You would not invite all theses people. No you wouldn't. You wouldn't dare." She tells him.

"We want drama." He tells her and I huff eyeing him.

"Why would you want drama with your family? I'm gonna have a heart attack." She tells him so I decide to speak up.

"One, drama already happened for your don't feed Phil episode. Two, you do know everyone in our family heard about the lies Austin said right? They believed them."

"That's right Bam. I completely forgot. They're gonna bring all that crap up again." Mom tells him.

"If they do, I'll shut it down quickly." He says so I leave the room listening to them bicker.

When my mom comes into the living room she looks over at me sighing, "I'm sorry Anna. For everything. When you said I was one of the reasons you left really hurt me and made me realize I hurt you." She tears up. "I just wanted my little girl to be perfect." She wipes her tears away making me tear up.

I walk over giving her a hug, "I love you."

Bam asks me to go with him and dad to go get Mum mum so I go but when they go inside I wait in the vehicle. She was one of many family members who gave me hell for the lies I apparently did.

"I didn't hear you were back." She says as she get in.

"She got back a few months ago." Bam tells her. "Do you still not say the f word?" Bam asks her.

"No, I don't say the F word."

"What about the S word?" He asks.

"What shit?" She makes us chuckle.

"I'm gonna a tattoo that says the f-word right here." He motions to his chest.

"I'm gonna disown you." He tells him making him say you can't. "I already cut you out of my will."

"Is anybody left in your will? Jesse is right?" Dad asks her.

"No, he wasn't a virgin til he got married."

"That's impossible to do that." He tells her.

"In the olden days people did it." She says making them go off about not anymore.

"Is Anna in it still?" Dad asks making Bam say his name.

"You know she ain't after the things she did." I roll my eyes chuckling as she looks at me.

"I didn't do any of the shit." I look out the window.

"Where's your proof?" She asks making Bam say her name now.

"Proof?" I look at her. "How do I prove I was almost raped by a group of football players and that I wasn't the one who made a move on them first asking for it then decided to play a victim? I did have proof for a negative pregnancy test so the rumor about getting knocked up was proven wrong." I look over at her.

"I don't wanna argue about this right now." She looks away from me.

When we get back home I get out annoyed going straight to my mom. "Mum mum already brought it up because dad was talking about whose in her will." I tell her making her sigh.

"Hopefully no one else brings up that topic." She rubs my back.

"Hopefully no one tries talking to me." I give her a small smile.

When the whole family shows up I sit away from everyone and just read a book hoping to be left alone. When the crew got back with the food they make a big entrance with an elephant and dressed up. I watch mom freak out about the elephant trying to go in the house.

"What do you want Dunn?" I ask as he stand in front of me with an animal head on wearing wings too.

"How do you know it's me?" He asks not moving.

"Your tattoos give you away." I laugh at him so he takes his head off.

"Why you alone like you've been disowned?" He looks at everyone sitting together.

"Because I basically am. Majority of the people here believed in the lies and I don't want to talk about it with them. I already went through it with Mum mum." I close my book as he squats down in front of me holding on to my knees.

"I'll eat with you so you aren't alone. Come on, let's get food." He pulls me up dragging me over to eat. He grabs a big piece and just pulls the meat off to eat. "Open wide." He tries feeding me.

"Dunn..." I move my head away.

"Come on, you gotta eat." He smiles moving the meat towards my face again so I open my mouth and take it. "Good girl." He laughs.

"You're ridiculous." I laugh at him.

"But you love me." He smiles bigger and I stop going to get my own food then go sit alone again.

After eating I pull out my phone and listen to the voicemail I refuse to respond too. When it starts to get wild because of Vito making Mum mum fed up and leaves.

"Ryan, it smells bad." I whine as he puts the animal head on me as he sits on my lap.

"Does it? I can't tell." He takes it off of me smelling it.

"Because you stink." I laugh at him.

"I took a shower." He looks offended.

"When months ago?" I say making him hit me.

"No, fuck you."

"You love me just admit." I laugh making him put an arm around my shoulder leaning his head on me.

"You know one of the rumors was she cheated on Austin with him... Bam's best friend. I believe that look at them." I head someone from mom's side of the family say as they pass us.

"I want up." I try to get Ryan off me.

"Ignore them." He doesn't move.

"Annabelle, how was Ireland?" One of my cousins walk up to us.

"Good."

"I bet you had fun with the boys there." She giggles walking away.

"Okay, I'm done get the fuck off me." I shove Ryan off me so I could go to my room. As I pass my cousin she calls me a slut so I turn around to punch her but Ryan runs over wrapping his arms around me.

"This isn't gonna help you." He carries me into the house.

"You can put me down now." I shake my way free. "I don't care what my family thinks of me. I don't talk to anyone out side family gatherings. Never have growing up before the lies." I go up to my room hearing him following. "Ryan, just leave me alone. Go enjoy things."

"I will by watching Grease with you. It's one of your favorites. Then once it's over we can watch Cry Baby because I know Johnny Depp will make you forget them outside." He smiles taking the movie off my bookshelf putting it in.

"You hate both movies." I watch him.

"I do but I'll pretend to like them for you." He jumps onto my bed getting comfortable. I turn back to look at him laying there looking at the tv then at me, "Get comfortable." He pats the spot next to him so I lay back turning my head to face him. He turns his to look at me giving me a big smile.

[arthyritis]

A Wonderful World (Welcome Home/Puppet Friends AU) - Chapter Seven

"Just a little lower!" Sweetie instructed Ren, who was lowering Yay into the waste paper basket by a scarf wrapped around their middle. Ren followed her words, lowering Yay until their arms could reach the papers and mess them around.

"I don't see anything, Sweetie," they said, their face morphing into a frown through the mesh of the basket. "Phoebe's writings, some missing poster drafts, a page of old homework. No Pip."

"Please. Look closer," Sweetie begged, pressing her nose to the outside of the basket. The mesh was so tight it was impossible to see anything specific.

Zero stood next to her, their hand on her back rubbing gentle circles. Besides Pip and Phoebe, Zero was Sweetie's next best friend; they were everyone's best friend. They took care of everyone in special ways. Their bigger body was perfect for cuddles, shade, and more. But their best quality was how comforting and soft they were with just their body language. Sweetie smiled at them.

"OH! I think I do see something, actually!" Yay exclaimed, twisting in the makeshift harness. Ren dropped them just a little bit lower and their hand grabbed something. "Pull me up, Ren!"

The pig puppet did as asked again, pulling Yay the entire journey up to the desk with ease. She sat down and untied the scarf, trying to see what Yay was holding, and her eyes widened when she did.

A small piece of purple plastic, as small as a broken pencil lead. Ren didn't like the look of that, but was distracted as Sweetie climbed up the wall of pegs to the desk, stumbling dizzily for a moment before crawling the rest of the way over to them.

"What is it? What is it!"

Phoebe turned over on her bed to watch, too. She was highly confused, the explanation Sweetie had given her highly condensed to just the bare details, but her interest was piqued by the shouts nonetheless. The puppets were all shielding whatever Yay had found, so, as quick as she could, she got back into her wheelchair and went over to the desk, helping Zero up along the way. "What did you find?" she asked sleepily.

Yay held their hand out, and Phoebe's brow scrunched in concentration. "That's..."

"A piece of Pip's hearing aid. He did fall into the basket. But where did he go from there?"

,

"So, Wally told me you're coming to the picnic this weekend, Pip," Eddie spoke, covering his mouth politely as he chewed.

He was almost finished with his second plate of macaroni and cheese, while Pip had eaten one and put the plate in the sink already. Julie was fighting herself on whether to go back for thirds or save the leftovers for later.

"Oh, yeah, I am." Pip smiled easily. "Arts and crafts and food. It sounds like fun."

"And games!" Julie shouted enthusiastically, ultimately losing the battle with herself and scooping just a little bit more food on her plate. She really liked her own cooking, though admitted she wasn't as good as Poppy's baked goods. "I help set up the games and stuff every time. New games, known games, even some really cool games from other places! Oh boy, remember last year that game we played with the water balloons?"

"When Frank got one right to the face?" Eddie shuddered. "Yeah, one thing I'll never forget is their reaction." His southern accent was deep as he talked, and Pip admired it somewhat. All of the neighbours here were so unique but at the same time...

Eddie reminded him of Yay, with their shared clumsiness and ability to chat and chat and chat, and Julie reminded him of Sweetie, both sweet as a button with seemingly unlimited amounts of energy to boot. They made him miss sitting at home and having tea parties or drawing with the two smaller puppets, but it didn't feel as bad, anymore.

"Speaking of the picnic, I've wanted to ask ya somethin', Pip." The little button eyed puppet looked over at him, but Eddie couldn't hold contact, standing to take his plate to the sink. "I was wondering if you'd wanna help out with anything. Making a banner or placemats, maybe? You're an artist, right? I saw the little doodles outside; they weren't just Julie's."

Pip flushed, nodding even though Eddie couldn't see. "I draw, occasionally. I'd love to help out."

Julie finished her plate in record time, smacking her hands on the table in her excitement. "I can help after I'm done the games list!"

"Sounds good!" Eddie said, clapping his hands. "Well, I've got to head out of town for the rest of the day, but I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe you two want to draw up some designs for that banner, or soemthin'?"

"Sure, Eddie."

"Have a good trip, don't fall!" Julie laughed, and Eddie laughed with her, tipping his hat politely. "Bye, Eddie!"

"Bye, you two!" And he was out the door.

,

Julie and Pip got to work on some more drawings after Julie had found some loose papers to draw on.

It was getting a little late, not quite dinnertime, when there was a knock on the door and Julie went to open it. Pip sighed, assuming it was the same puppet who'd apparently taken it upon himself to collect Pip almost every day, but then it heard a different voice and softened.

"Hello, Julie. Eddie told me Pip was here. I need to talk to him."

"Oh, hi, Frank! It is!" The door closed. "We're just drawing, if you want to join."

Frank walked around the corner into the living room, their frown replaced by an almost straight, disinterested look. They were wearing a tan coat and hat and held a net and empty container. "I don't have time for that right now. Can I talk to Pip alone please?"

Julie nodded and skipped to the kitchen while Frank set down his bug-hunting supplies and stood in front of Pip, who was watching with interest and a bit of concern.

"What's the matter, Frank?" it asked, pushing the drawing it was working on away.

It had doodled various butterflies and filled the page, but didn't feel like colouring them.

Frank sat down in a nearby armchair, pinching his nose and looking mighty tired. "You'll have to forgive me if I leave out any details; it's been a long day. But... I heard Wally and Barnaby talking earlier and thought you might find the information beneficial."

That's where Pip noticed how ragged Frank looked. His coat was buttoned up the wrong way, and his hair was pushed up under his hat messily.

He'd rushed over here just to tell Pip this information, whatever it was. Pip found that sweet.

"That doesn't sound good. Why did Julie have to leave?" Pip asked, looking toward the kitchen vaguely.

"Because I assume you haven't told them about any of this stuff with you, and I cannot handle their energy and questions right now." Still pinching their nose, Frank took a deep breath. "Wally was telling Barnaby about your chat this morning. About telling you why you're here. It's not true. Not completely, anyway."

Pip's ears rang and it stared in silence until they stopped. Odd. That had only happened this morning when it'd left the tap running.

"I had my doubts it was the full truth," it admitted, blinking to clear its head. "Did he say the actual reason?" It already wasn't that hopeful, but the twisting shake of Frank's head doused any hope it may have had.

"I think he knew I was listening."

"Oh... is that bad?"

"Well, he's not dangerous or anything, but it's not good, either." Frank left it at that. "Now, about the picnic Eddie's hosting. It'll be in Home's backyard, that's where we host all our events, just given the nature of the house. It's alive, it likes to be included."

"That makes sense, I guess," Pip mumbled, brow furrowed. "Why are you bringing this up, suddenly?"

"Because it might give us a chance to investigate." Frank's frown shifted up into a small smile.

Pip didn't peg him as a mischievous type if it was being honest, and it was just another reminder of his own friends. Ren was responsible, but ultimately she really enjoyed a bit of trickery every now and again.

The button-eyed puppet nodded, smiling, too. "Okay... but wouldn't it be good to have some help? I think Julie would be perfect for this."

Frank's hand rose to their hat, adjusting it as they peered toward the kitchen. "You're right, she'd love in on this, but as much as I love having another Lepidoptera lover in the neighbourhood, this isn't where you belong, and she wouldn't understand that. It should be our secret, at least for now."

Pip couldn't help but agree with that logic.

,

They said their goodbyes, and after a couple more drawings it was time for Pip to return to his house; another knock on the door signified that, Wally standing there with his hands tucked behind his back, his little black shoe tapping the ground. He stared straight into Pip's soul.

"Ready to go?"

"Bye, Julie!" Pip said with a wave, the pink puppet waving back enthusiastically with a drawn-out, "Byeeeee!"

Wally walked alongside Pip in silence, and Pip noticed that ringing again. He stopped in his steps, watching Wally walk a few more ahead before he realised they weren't together anymore.

"What's wrong, neighbour?" His voice sounded muffled, further away than he was, and almost completely overtaken by the ringing now. "Puppet?"

All at once he pulled himself back to the present. His head felt light and he was dizzy. Maybe that fall his first day was just now hitting him. Did he have a concussion? Should he see Poppy?

Wally's voice called him back again and he started walking to catch up.

"M'fine," he said, passing by and hoping Wally couldn't tell otherwise, the smart guy he played.

"If you say so, neighbour," Wally shrugged, falling back into step beside him. "So, how was drawing with Julie? She's my favourite artist in the neighbourhood, other than myself. It's why she decorated so much of your house."

Pip glanced up at Wally sideways. Part of that was news to him. "You draw?"

"I paint," Wally nodded. "Still-life portraits, things for my neighbours. But my favourite thing to paint is apples, with all of their intricate details and blemishes. They're very interesting if you look at them long enough." Pip couldn't hold in a laugh, and Wally looked surprised. "What? It's true."

"It is true, that's why I'm laughing. Phoebe has said the same thing about her drawings for art class. Though, she was a bit more sarcastic about it, you sound genuine in your love of apples."

"I am very genuine about my love of apples. They're a lifeblood." Wally's eyes were wide as he explained. "There are apple trees all around Home. One might think it's because I planted them, but they've been here a very long time, and they're important to the neighbourhood's maintenance."

This felt weird, Wally being so talkative. But then again, Pip was chatting its heart away back. Maybe this was just how Wally was like with his neighbours once they got used to being here...

Was it used to being here? This day seemed to be proving that all too quickly.

"Something on your mind?" Wally asked, but Pip just pressed its lips together and shook its head. Wally pointed to the house they were at, and Pip hadn't realised they were here already. "Good night, Pip."

"Night, Wally." Pip walked into its house and closed the door with a smile.

It made a quick dinner of pasta and sauce and then got ready for the night, walking around its bedroom and grabbing pyjamas after realising it'd been wearing the same clothes for three days and that probably wasn't normal here like it was at home. Everyone else seemed to change every time he saw them, at least, but no one had pointed it out.

The pyjamas were light blue with clouds, and actually a little bit big, but it found it liked that as it held them in front of itself in the mirror. It then took off its yellow and white shirt carefully. It hadn't seen itself like this in a long time...

The scars on its chest showed to it first and it held its breath. They weren't battle scars like its friends, not in the traditional sense, anyway, but it didn't like to dwell. It pulled the shirt up the rest of the way, revealing the heart patch also on its chest, but more upper middle than down by its ribs where the scars were.

He buttoned the short-sleeved shirt onto himself quickly, then pulled on the shorts and tied them at the waist. They were soft and comfortable, and he smiled again.

What possessed him afterwards, he didn't know, but he put the receiver of the phone back onto the base before he hopped into bed, then took his hearing aids off to lay more comfortably against the pillow. The world was immediately silenced, and he was already asleep by the time the phone rang with Wally saying good night a second time.

[indecisive-dizzy]

Hi pookie!

Since you mentioned liking Trolls, I wanted to ask if you had any headcanons or ideas for the characters? And which one if your favorite movie? (Mine is Trolls 3 ^o^)

I love Trolls, but I definitely don’t interact with it enough nowadays :,)

I hope you have a good day today bestie ♥︎ (i figured out how to use these and I’m going to use them a lot now :0)

I! Am! Excited!! Band Together is also my favorite movie <3 followed very closely by World Tour (sorry trolls 1, I still love you) It's pretty late by now but I hope you have a good timezone too pookie!

Hmm in regards to character specific hcs I don't think I have too many that are original lol. like the hc that Floyd is disabled after the events of the movie, it's one of my favs

Buuut something I don't think I've seen that I hc is Floyd being closest with Bruce in terms of his older brothers! Like he and Branch are closest overall ofc but Bruce is his closest (and favorite cough-) older brother.

John Dory's energy was too much for Floyd when he was little and same kinda with Clay. Yeah Clay's actually more serious and calm in reality but I think he still Likes having fun and was a pretty rambunctious kid. Bruce on the other hand was waaay more chill. There was no band yet so he wasn't (as) worried about his Chiseled Abs and had plenty of time to spend with Floyd. Floyd was a crybaby to put it bluntly and was pretty easily spooked by things so Bruce's calmer demeanor helped a lot. Floyd also loved hiding out/napping in Bruce's hair, according to him Bruce's hair was always the softest.

Character stuff really ends there. Most of my hcs are about traits of diff tribes and locations lol So don't mind me cuz I wanna talk about Rock Trolls <3

Again there's a Lot of widely accepted hcs out there and I can't remember them all so as I'm listing these keep in mind they're probably not original ideas <3

Rock Trolls live next to/around a Freaking Volcano. That's not hc but it's important

Rock Trolls can tolerate a Lot of Heat. kinda proven in canon with the rock troll in a lava pool scene but still. However, Volcano Rock doesn't really get that cold. Like Ever. So rock trolls are very intolerable to cold. Drop a rock troll in Pop Village in the middle of winter and you get a very upset and hypothermic troll. Call a doctor. Rock trolls need some serious bundling up if they're gonna be out in the cold.

They are generally Very sturdy and can tolerate pretty much anything as long as it's above 70 degrees F. Also Volcano's give off a lot stuff you probably shouldn't breathe but the rock trolls are fine! To them the air is Always Fresh (with sulfur)

digs through notes,, let's see what else I got,, Ah!

Rock trolls have much tougher hides than pretty much any other tribe! Very hard to chew. Like a well done steak. Except that steak tastes like someone squeezed lime juice over the ashes of a burnt bunch of chili peppers.

Uh their hair is also drier and harder to manipulate (<- this one ik isn't original but I can't remember where I saw it) Speaking of, a rock troll's hair naturally grows further down the neck and ends just before their shoulders/back like a sorta scruff. This scruff is mostly used to snatch up and carry around trollings hehe. Many choose to shave the scruff hair as an adult but there's plenty who keep it too.

,,,,man this really did just turn into some Rock Troll Lore. eh it makes sense tbh haha my brain is currently very occupied by a rock troll oc. hmmm speaking of!

I only have like 3 ocs for trolls lol. No idea if I'll talk about them bc two aren't that fleshed out while number three (the rock troll) has way more going on. But I guess I could drop their names n genres for funsies :]

In order of Creation we got Quarry (Indie, he/him), Tizzy (Hyperpop, Yes), and Cinder (Rock, he/him)!

Cinder is my current pride and joy, he's got so much more lore and things about him,, he's my baby sobs

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Summoning Chaos: Part 2||

Hello Hello, it's me again with a surprise Drabble. I'm writing a part 2 for my friend from the first one. If you wanna read it, just click this here. So lets see what is going on now hmm?

||Drabble summary||

It seems a lot has happened after the incident involving Ink's great sword. So one could be wondering: Where were the six claws of the blue dragon during the 'Great summoning incident' by Ink's sword. What happened with them or what did Wyvern do. Read to find out!

||Warning||

~Swearing

~A strong head bonks to a certain blue dragon

~Silly funny moments

||Guests in drabble||

~((Guests in this drabble))~

The DBT belong to the wonderful friend of mine Demon mun that runs @demon-blood-youths Please follow her she's amazing <3 Her muses are a mess but I love them so much.

My muses:

My Canon Muses ( Midoriya, Bakguo, Rin, Ren, Atsushi and Denji )(Belongs in their anime/manga but also me due to rping as them as my muses))

Davion belongs and is from the hit series: DOTA: Dragon's blood but he's also my muse due to me rping as him. Some of the other fractions are also mentioned in this drabble too. Along with some other guests too. :3

((Heads up their will be grammar mistakes and other mistakes in this drabble but as stated before, this was written for fun and for my friend. Thank you for understanding and please enjoy.))

It seems a lot had happened during the even of Ink's sword Wyvern caused a big mess with the other fractions. Davion was already seeing it was passing like it never happened...till now. After all that, Ink wanted to try again while showing Davion she gotten better.

Did this happen with anyone else? Well, Davion got his answer when getting a visit from six guys. The six claws of the blue dragon; or to say in short: Ink's mates. Ren Amamiya, Atsushi Nakajima, Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Rin Okumura, and Denji Hayakawa were visiting her cousin but he was just offering some food and drinks with Ink who was happily eating some home made double stuffed cheese crust pizza with all her favorite toppings on it. She had a smile on her face chewing while her cheeks were flushed but stuffed.

Yeah, still cute.

However, the guys except for Ren was nervous seeing Ink's cousin again who had his arms crossed over his chest. They knew he was very protective of his cousin so he wonders what they were here for.

"Sooo what do you gentlemen need while coming to visit my cousin and me?" he asked.

"We don't mean to bother you and her. We just wanted to speak to you about well.....her sword-"

"Wyvern right?" he said seeing the boys look at him.

"Hold on, you know about her sword?" Bakugo asked that Davion looks to him.

"Of course I know about the sword. My uncle gave her that sword and....we had some little mishaps two weeks ago so. I figure you guys had something happen related to that?" he asked as the six claws said nothing. Seems so to make Davion sigh.

"What happened????"

"Well, we had different times it happened so I guess we can go first? It happened back in Japan when Ink and her friends helped us out.." Midoriya said remembering.

~~~~~~Flashback#1~~~~~~~

"Bwahhhahahah! You fools!!! You'll never stop me!" A villain shouts pointing at Ink with the DBT and having Izuku and Bakugo with her. This guys was causing a problem here and causing a ruckus now.

"This guy is so full of himself! I swear it's annoying as shit!" Navarro said but holding his rocket launcher annoyed with Shdwkyz agreeing with him. Though villains tend to show off from time to time.

"How about we just knock his block off and shut him up!?" Bakugo said annoyed ready to do that but as he tried to dash towards him, the villain dodges while laughing.

"Missed me! I thought you heroes were suppose to be all cool! You will NEVER catch me! XD" he said while the DBT thinks.

"We will stop you! I mean, who would destory a perfect pizza spot!" Ink said with some sweatdropping. Oh right. He blew up a pizza place Bakugo showed her a while back. But that's not the point here!

"Oh! And what would the little lady do!? You can't stop me!" he laughed.

"Oh yeah! I will stop you!" Ink said pointing but the villain looks to her about to get something but stops to blink. "Uhhhhhh..."

"Ink? What's wrong?" Izuku asked as Ink said nothing but turns to him and the others rubbing the back of her head with eyes closed, smiling.

"I forgot my sword!" she laughed nervously as everyone falls to the ground twitching.

'Ink seriously!?' Navarro said in his mind. The villian blinks to sweatdrop.

"Uhhhh.."

"Just hold on! I'll just summon him!" Ink said but raised her hand to the air. "Wyvern!!!" she shouts out loud holding her hand up but waits.

.........And nothing.

"Wyvern!" she waited again waving her hand but she sighs now looking annoyed. "Oh not again. Wyvern! WYVERN!!" she now shouts as the Villain looks more confused.

'What the hell???' he thought seeing Ink shouting.

"WYVERN! YOU GET YOUR BUTT HERE RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME!!" she shouted as the DBT said nothing with Bakugo and Izuku was silent too.

"Wait, didn't she leave the sword at the UA-Dorms?" Izuku said.

~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~

The class of 1-A was minding their own business eating some lunch and hoping the DBT along with Izuku and Bakugo was alright. True, Ink left Wyvern here but as soon as Kirishima walks by, he heard a thud. "Huh?" he looks to see the sword laying down.

"What's wrong?" Mina asked as she sees Ink's sword now laying on the floor. "Uhhh, wasn't that against the wall-" Suddenly, the sword lets out a giant gust of wind in the living room pushing the two heroes back right into the others.

"Woah! What happened!?" Sato said but everyone looks to see Wyvern now smashing through the wall as the heroes of 1-A screams in a panic.

"I KNEW IT! I KNEW THAT THING WAS ALIVE!!" Denki said pointing as he ducks hearing it smash through the hall and upstairs. But he also heard some screams from upstairs seeing it was some of the girls like Momo rushing down with Jiro.

"What the heck is going on!? Why is the sword alive!?" she said pointing hearing glass breaking.

"WE DON'T KNOW!" Some shouted but quickly heard it smash down to aim to the others. "EVERYONE GET DOWN!" Ida said as everyone goes down as it smashes through the window leaving a destroyed UA dorm building. Everyone was shook seeing the sword flying off but didn't know how to respond to that.

"I told you it was alive. You owe me 20 bucks, Sero.." Mineta said but the class looks to them in silence. "What?"

~~~With the others~~~~

"This...I don't get what is happening here." The villain was confused as Ink was still trying to call her sword. The DBT was a bit embarrassed seeing their leader just shouting and calling it but Izuku and Bakugo sighed.

"Ink, I don't think it's going to-"

"NO no! It will. Damn it, Wyvern!! Where the heck are youuuu!!" she shouts before hearing something woosh by. "Huh?"

"Wait, what is-" As the Villian speaks, something hard hits him behind the head and into the street cracking it. The DBT winces from that but saw Wyvern! Ink held her hand up to catch it but it smashes into her nose as Ink yelps in pain.

"OWWWWWW!!! Ugh, I hate when you do that!" she said to Wyvern annoyed. "Nevermind! Alright you villian, lets go!" Ink said pointing her greatsword at the guy but...she blinks seeing he was gone. "Huh? Where did he go?" Hellmare walks over to tap her shoulder getting Ink's attention and points. The villian was knocked out with a large lump on his head groaning.

"Huh?!? NO way, I didn't even get to fight!" Ink said that the others sigh. Hours later, Mr. Henderon has to explain to the students and the teachers while he was assuring they would pay for the damages. Ink was sad she didn't get to fight but at least it was not too bad...no it was.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

".....Wait, that happened?" Davion asked with Izuku nodding.

"Yes. Ink was more sad the guy was knocked out before fighting him." Bakugo said but Ink looks to smile.

"Sorrie!" she giggled but Davion looks to her then at them.

"Okay. That's one story. What about you?" he asked Ren.

"Well, it was involving a mission of changing someone's heart...." he said.

~~~~Flashback#2~~~~~

"You wont' get away with this!!" Panther said struggling in her ropes with the other Phantom Thieves with The DBT who was there. The guy was laughing seeing his new targets while he was holding a knife.

"Oh come now, you guys lost. Think of it as a win-win situation. Now, you guys wont' be able to stop me!" he laughed with Ink struggling in her own ropes.

"Ughhhh you won't get away with this! I'll kick your butt for this!" she said but the guy laughed finding Ink funny.

"Good luck with that. I have the famous Phantom Thieves and the DBT as prisoners. You won't be able to stop me!" he smiled with Ink struggling.

"That's what you think! Wyvern!!" she shouts as the guy blinks seeing Ink waiting but blinks. "Wyvern!?" she shouts again but the other members blink confused.

"Uhhh Joker, what is she doing?" Panther asked.

"...She's trying to-" Seconds later they heard something break upstairs in this place. "Huh?"

"Wyvern! Will you get over here and help!!! Where are you!?!" she said but the guy really was confused before hearing some glass breaking. "The hell!?" he looks up seeing something smashing through his house or palace as it shows shreads of paper, books, and other things being destroyed.

"NOOOO!! WHAT THE HELL IS DOING THAT!?" he said going to try and stop it but the others now worked on getting loose hearing the guy screaming in a panic. "WHY IS THEIR A DRAGON SWORD MOVING?! IS IT ALIVE-NO STOP! DON'T DESTROY THAT!" he said trying to stop Wyvern. The Phantom Thieves was shocked hearing this and the DBT sighing. Not again.

"Maybe we should leave before we get crushed?" skull said as everyone quickly rushes out to see the wooshing of a blade breaking, smashing, and burning everything and the guy screaming.

"So that's where he took Wyvern huh? Dang it.I knew he stole him from me!" she said with arms crossed. In a while, the house came crashing down in rubble. This left everyone shocked but heard pained groans of the guy crawling out crying.

".........."

"I'm going to just call the cops.." Hellmare said doing that.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

".....Ink.."

"Sorrie. I didn't know that jerk took him till I woke up from being knocked out with the others." she said.

"It's true but my team was shocked seeing such a thing happen. But thanks to it, everything he had was destroyed to send him to jail." Ren said.

"Okay, that explains. Who is going next?" he asked seeing Denji and Rin go.

"Well, ours is just something normal for us." Rin said.

~~~~~~Flashback#3~~~~~~~~

"Come on guys, we need to kill this thing!" Rin was holding his blade Kurikara as the blue flames burn around him. Denji and Ink was on either side seeing a monster like demon roaring out destroying what was close.

Denji was in his chainsaw man form trying to cut this thing down but it was pretty big as it smacks him into the building. He groans from the smack with Ink and Rin charging but gets hit away as well.

"Damn it!" He lands but catches Ink who was set down.

"Thanks Rin! We need to get rid of it before it destroys this place!" she said.

"I know but we need to do something!" he said.

"I know! I can cut it down while you distract it!" she said as Rin looks to her.

"Sounds like a plan!" he said rushing to attack the feral demon with Denji helping as Ink got ready to summon her great sword. "Wyvern!" she calls out for him waiting but nothing showed up.

"Ugh, not again. Wyvern!" she shouts again waving her hand hard for it but nothing.

"Uhhhh Ink, Could you hurry!? Were struggling a little!" Rin said ducking from a swipe as Denji was cutting into it.

"Uhh trying! Just hold on!" she said. "Wyvern!!" she kept trying again and again. "Grrrrrr...WYVERN! GET OVER HERE NOW! STOP BEING A DUMB BUTT AND GET OVER HERE RIGHT-" As she said this, something flies by quickly that a slich like noise was heard. She blinks seeing Rin and Denji fall but saw the feral demon's head but clean cut off. The two blink seeing this but the body falls back with a loud thud. However, the sword flies right towards Ink but not in her had but right in her face. "GAH!" It made her crash to the ground knocked out.

"INK!" Both Rin and Denji rushes over seeing her twitching.

"HEY YOU DAMN SWORD! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT TO INK!?" Denji said about to grab Wyvern but it headbutts him hard in the head sending him flying to a building knocking him out.

That just leaves a very confused Rin standing there. "....What the hell just happened?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So that's what happened." Ink said remember rubbing her forehead the other boys sighed while Davion pets her head. Well, seems Wyvern caused more trouble than he though.

"Huh, that was....geez." he said.

"And I still got the mark from him after he knocked me out." Denji grumbles.

"Okayyyyy.....and what about you Atsushi? I believe your the last one." Davion asked.

"Well....mine was sorta the same but different.."

~~~~~~~~~~Flashback#4~~~~~~~~~~

"So what do we do now? I heard that they have some special going on." Atsushi asked the DBT and some of the ADA members while they were all having lunch. Dazai was humming a bit.

"I don't know I heard some food was pretty good." he said smiling as everyone relaxed. However, that's when something loud was banging on the door. "??????"

"I wonder who that could be?" Dazai asked. Before anyone got up to answer, the door got smashed down by someone showing a rather very angry Ryunosuke Akutagawa with Chuya as well. Both said nothing but Ink blinks.

"Hi Chuya! Are you here to visit!?" Ink said but he looks to her.

"You!!! This is your fault!!" he said in a serious tone.

"Ummmm, is their a problem?" Fosh asked.

".....You could say that. But we need to talk about your leader and the destruction that damn sword of hers did!" Wait, what!?

"Uhhhh..what are you talking about?" Jaron asked but that's when another shows up with some others.

"What am I talking about!? I'm taking about that damn sword that did some damage to Port mafia!?" Chuya said.

"Huh?!?"

"Well, so this is where the little destroyer is hmm?" The group blinks hearing the tone to see a male walk in. Ogai Mori was there that some blinks.

"Oh no, what is wrong now Mori?" Yukichi Fukuzawa asked but Mori sighed.

"Lets just say we need to speak to you about some things. Do you have a meeting room?"

The DBT and ADA blinks wondering what this is about.

~~~~~Hours later~~~~~~

"I'm telling you it was because of that damn sword! What was it called Wyvern! Yeah! Your leader's damn sword crashed through three of the buildings. Were you planning some attack on us!?" Chuya said pointing at Dazai.

"Hmm? No???? I mean, we are all friends here aren't we? We didn't attack or plan a attack on you guys." he said with a casual shrug that Chuya twitched annoyed.

"YOU DAMN SON OF A-"

"Chuya, enough." Ryu said but he looks to Ink with arms crossed. "As what he means, your 'weapon' destroyed or caused heavy damage and we are unsure if this is your way of attacking or breaking our little peace agreement we made with one another." he said in a cold tone making the DBT tense.

"Wait, Wyvern did that? I thought I had him back in the hotel back during that....." she said scratching her head but Chuya sighs.

"Well, seems not! Your damn sword did a lot of damage! If you want proof here!" He slams some pictures for the DBT to see as Hellmare looks. She saw pretty bad damage done to three of the buildings. Seems they were not joking.

"Oh dear.."

"See?! I mean what the hell!? I thought you were going to not attack us we didn't even do anything!" he said.

"Look, she didn't mean to! Wyvern has well..it's not like a normal weapon! It's hard to explain what that sword is but it's not what you think!" Maggie said but the DBT was trying to explain with the two leaders listen to this.

"So what are you guys going to do!? You got some explaining to do!" Chuya said glaring but Mori pats his back to calm him down but makes him sit.

"Now now..I'm sure we can find a way for Miss Van Ink to pay for the damages. Though, Maybe you have a idea? Because if not..I'm afraid we will have to find another way for you to pay us back for the damages." Mori said smiling in a cold way sending shivers down the DBT's backs except Ink.

"Hold on, I'm sure we don't have to result in a fight-"

"And you don't think so? Our friend here damaged a lot of things..so unless you have a way to explain why this happened I'm afraid we'll have to punish you for it." Mori said as the DBT got ready to fight with the ADA as well till suddenly....

"WAITTTTTTTT!!"

Everyone blinks to see someone show up but saw it was Matt Knack? Ryu blinks seeing him here as he was just getting here thanks to Shrika giving him a lift.

"Hold on a moment! You don't have to do that!" he said walking in.

"And why not Matt? Can you explain why?" He asked.

"Yeah, I can! Wyvern tends to do that a lot. It does it back home as well, believe me I've seen it." Matt said as Mori blinks with Ryu and Chuya confused.

"Hold on, that sword is alive then!?"

"Yep!" Matt smiles.

".....I....what the fuck!?" Chuya shouts.

"...So when it was moving around like it was possessed it was alive or is?" Ryu asked.

"Yeah, he's alive but he tends to do this a lot. He did a lot of damage back home before so. So believe me, this is nothing new." Matt explains to his mate while Ryu was silent about it. Both Fukuzawa and Mori didn't know that but looks to Ink who laughs nervously.

"........I see....Well, that's something new to know...." he said with Fosh sighing.

"Ummm M..Mr. Mori? We are so sorry for Wyvern. But we can give you a check to pay for the damages." he said but Mori looks to him as Fosh looked nervous. "That would be nice.." he said but Dazai was curious.

"Jaron, I am wondering: what does Matt mean?" he asked.

"Well..you see.." Jaron explains to Dazai what happened to the other. In a few moments, Dazai blinks.

"Wait, really?" he said seeing Jaron nod. His response...

"PPHHHFFFANNAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! XDDDD" Dazai bursts out laughing hard while falling out of his chair holding his stomach.

"STOP LAUGHING DAZAI, IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Chuya shouted.

"YES IT IS!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

"STOP LAUGHING!"

"OH GOD MY STOMACH! I COULD DIE FROM THIS!! HAHAHAHAHA!!"

Everyone blinks seeing this but The DBT sighs with Fosh writing a check to Port mafia.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Uhhh..."

"Yeah, Dazai was laughing so hard he was doing this for a whole hour till we had to stop him. But, that's what happened with all of us due to the great sword." Atsushi said with Davion thinking.

"..Who would have thought that sword made even more trouble..." he mutters. "But, at least I know." he said with a sigh.

"Yeah, but we are not blaming Ink or anything but still.."

"I know, I know. As she said, Wyvern has a mind of his own so...if your going to be with my cousin, you have to know that. But...thanks for telling me." he said as the boys nod.

"Though, I'm still serious about you guys being there for Ink so please don't do anything stupid to hurt or harm her...or else." he said as the boys tense.

"Y..Yes sir." they said while Ink happily was eating like nothing was wrong. Well, at least it was fine again.....or peaceful without another thing breaking from Wyvern.

[adaptacy]

Southern Nights

Nothin' here but fluff, a bit (a lot) of Sonny x Leland, and good vibes. maybe a tiny drop of bitter-sweetness and angst between the lines but mostly just a cute fluff quick write to bandage my heart cause I love these idiots so much. &lt;3

| Southern Nights - Glen Campbell | ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

─── ☆。*。☆。･ ｡ﾟ *. ☽ .* . ☆。*。☆. ───

𝕋he air was filled with some sense of electricity to join the smell of campfire smoke, a light aroma of beer, and gentle laughter. A group of close friends sat gathered around an orange fire, two on a log, two in their own fold-up chairs, and one knelt by the flames, poking at it with a metal rod.

"I can't believe he kept it up for two whole years," a girl laughed, brushing her brown hair over her shoulder.

"Right? You would've thought his voice got tired after the first few months," a boy responded, chuckling along with her as he took a sip from his can of beer. Sure, they weren't quite old enough to be drinking, but there wasn't anyone else here to get them in trouble, and they certainly wouldn't tattle on each other.

"I'm gonna miss him," another girl spoke up, popping a marshmallow in her mouth. She chewed, and then shrugged, swallowing. "Hated history, but he was a good teacher. Made it way more interesting," she continued, and a few of the other kids nodded along with her.

"I bet we'll have all kinds of cool teachers in college, though," another girl added, biting the inside of her lip as she thought.

"Just sucks we won't have each other," the brown-haired boy by the fire commented, leaning back and sitting on the ground next to the only other male in the circle, who sat in his plastic and fabric camping chair.

"We'll still stay in contact," the first girl reassured, setting her can of beer in the dirt next to the log. "At least you and Connie are going to the same college." Ana, the girl speaking, motioned between the boy on the ground and an orange-haired girl on the log next to her.

"Yeah, but UT is a huge school. We may not even run into each other. And what about you guys? Have you guys been accepted into any yet?" Connie asked, looking around the group.

"I got into USC," the boy in the chair replied, and Leland glanced up at him, though he lacked a smile. After a moment of thought, he lowered his head again, taking a long sip of his beer.

"I'm waiting on something back from RIC, and the University of North Dakota," Ana replied, and Julie chuckled.

"You're gonna be freezing all the time if you go to UND," Julie reminded, shaking her head. "I couldn't imagine. I got accepted into UF, so I won't be too far, at least."

"You guys think you're gonna come back to Texas after college?" Leland asked, scooting a little closer to Sonny, the boy in the chair next to him.

"Definitely," Julie answered. Sonny and Ana exchanged a glance, and Ana spoke first.

"I don't know, actually. Maria wants to live somewhere more northern. She likes the cold. I don't really wanna be too far from her," she shrugged, and the group gave a few nods, understanding how close Ana and her sister were. Wherever Maria went, Ana was sure to follow. They'd been that way for as long as Ana could remember.

Leland gently nudged Sonny's ankle, and he looked down at him, a small smile on his face. "I'll probably come back to visit. My entire family is here, anyways." He looked back up to the rest of the group, pausing for a moment as he thought. "We should make plans to all visit for the holidays though. That way we don't risk losing contact," he suggested. Leland immediately nodded.

"I'm sure we can make that work. Probably sometime during the summers too, right?" Ana asked, and the two other girls nodded at her.

Connie popped another marshmallow in her mouth, looking around the serene campsite. "You think there's gonna be a lot of parties in college?"

Leland chuckled. "I'd hope so."

"Probably, that's what everyone says it's like. Parties and alcohol and stuff. I don't know how fun they'd really be, though. I've heard some bad stories about them," Ana murmured, reaching a hand out towards Connie and curling her fingers in.

Connie handed the girl a marshmallow, and Ana slid it onto a short metal point before she hovered the tool over the flames, watching as the treat bubbled and grew an appetizing golden crust. "I think we should all make a pact to try at least three parties. Then we can all share our stories and stuff when we hang out again," she proposed.

"I'm going to a lot more than three parties," Leland laughed, and Sonny nudged him, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, right. Let me guess, you'll be the keg-stand master?" Sonny teased, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, obviously. Gotta impress the chicks," Leland responded, laughing still.

"You can barely handle a can of beer, there's no way," Julie cut in, shaking her head at his cockiness.

"Well, next time you visit, I guess I'll just have to prove it. Just give me some time to warm up my skills," he replied, holding up and arm and flexing his muscles. "Gonna be football n' beer. Ain't that what college is all about?"

"And getting a degree, Mr. Scholarship," Connie commented, earning a shrug from Leland as he lowered his arm. "Seriously, you know you can lose those if you don't commit to them, right?"

"What? No you can't. That wouldn't even make any sense. I already proved myself," Leland scoffed.

"They're paying thousands of dollars for you. I think that definitely makes sense. It's like being kicked out of someone's place for not cleaning up after yourself," Ana added, retracting her marshmallow and tapping it to test it's temperature.

"If you're paying rent, you should be able to do whatever you want," Leland murmured.

"Yeah, but you're not paying rent, dummy. That scholarship is. So make it count," Sonny hummed, leaning back in his chair and looking up at the sky. "I can't wait to live on my own."

"Me too," the rest of the group chimed in simultaneously, giggling at their harmony. Julie yawned, stretching her arms up.

"I'm exhausted. Isn't it about time for bed?" She asked, and the two other girls nodded.

"Speak for yourselves. I've got plenty of energy." Leland shook his head, finishing off his beer as he tossed his head back to get the last drop.

"Well, I'm going to bed. Babes, y'all with me?" Julie asked, standing up out of her chair, and Connie rose as well. Ana pulled her marshmallow off of the stick and popped it into her mouth, nodding and standing as well.

"Since you're so energetic, you can put the fire out," Ana teased.

"Oh, how generous," Leland groaned, pulling himself to his feet.

"Sonny? You comin'?" Connie asked, tilting her head at him.

"Nah, I'm good for a little while longer. Might as well stay out here and keep Leland company. Don't want him getting scared," Sonny yawned, shrugging.

"Or even worse, lonely," Julie teased, winking at Sonny as the girls turned around and retreated back to their tents. Sonny blinked, pretending that he didn't catch on to the wink, and he leaned forward onto his knees, watching as Leland analyzed the fire.

Once they were alone, Leland stood, looking over at a long lake down the hill. They'd picked a fantastic spot to set up camp, and this was their final night of their six-day camping trip. It had been just as fun as the past six years that he'd known the group, filled with laughter and pranks and stupid teenager decisions.

But the end of the camping trip was the end of those six years, too. They all knew it. They were moving on, going to college, going to be adults in an adult world doing adult things. They weren't dumb kids just doing dumb kid things anymore. They'd have responsibilities, and families, and bills.

"Wanna go sit on the dock?" Sonny asked, and Leland looked back at him.

"Sure," he replied. Sonny stood, glancing over at the tent that the girls were in before heading down the small hill with Leland. They walked out on a thin but long wooden dock over the lake, and Sonny stepped out of his shoes as he took a seat, his feet dipping into the cool water beneath.

Leland did the same, sitting next to Sonny. After two minutes of nothing but the sound of crickets and gentle water movements, Leland scooted closer to Sonny, their fingers silently intertwining. The brunette leaned his head on Sonny's shoulder, and he received a gentle squeeze of his hand.

Leland didn't need to say anything. Neither of them did. They just watched the water, watched the reflections of fireflies, watched the breeze ruffle the grass on the river bank.

After a few more minutes, Leland finally decided he wanted to say something. "You'll visit?"

"I will," Sonny reassured, his chin resting against the head on his shoulder.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do," Leland whispered.

Sonny let out a quiet sigh, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, gently rubbing his upper arm in an attempt to comfort him. "Whatever happened to impressing the chicks?" Sonny chuckled softly, and Leland cracked a smile.

"How could I forget," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

There was silence for a little while longer, and Sonny planted a kiss on Leland's head. The action earned a small frown from Leland, and he suddenly turned, wrapping his arms around Sonny and leaning into his chest. Sonny hugged him back, closing his eyes. He could feel how tense Leland's muscles were, and Sonny quietly shushed him, which only caused him to let out a single audible whine, though his muscles did relax.

Sonny didn't say anything for a while, didn't call Leland out on the way his shoulders flinched every few seconds, or the small gasps he took in as he tried to silence his crying.

After a bit, Sonny gently pulled Leland away from his chest, one hand on his shoulder and the other cupping the right side of his jaw. Leland's eyes were a bit red, and Sonny merely watched him.

With a sniffle, Leland whispered out a weak "I love you, Williams."

Sonny smiled, bringing his thumb up and wiping the other boy's cheek free of a loose wandering tear. "I love you too, Mckinney," he said back, pulling the brunette into a tight hug once more.

[hinderr]

i miss wren farvo btw do you have like . any lore about him before nature/nurture happened? like what was he like when he was a kid and where did he live and how was his relationship with samirah and who was his buire, etc etc i wanna know 👀

OLLYYYYYYY if there's anyone i can trust to be a wren farvo enjoyer ik it's you fr fr. funnily enough there actually used to be a wren-centric nurture chapter that like, explored exactly his lore lmao. the chapter involved themes I wasn't ready to write about however (like, I realised I wasn't the right person/didnt have enough experience with them) so I scrapped that chapter in the end. i can give you the lore aspects though! (cut off because, long as fuck)

(also this will make sense in the further context of the post, but I didn't feel comfortable putting these links under the readmore lmao)

palestine masterlist by palipunk

fundraiser for Yousef, a photojournalist in Gaza

esims!! they need those!! help them out

basically though the rundown was that; wren was adopted by his buir at a young age, after the Purge (young enough that he doesn't remember his previous life, not that he particularly cares to look). also, Wren doesn't remember this, but he was actually adopted first before Samirah (Samirah was older, and thus ended being the older sister anyway) (Samirah also doesn't bother reminding Wren about this, if only to avoid his gloating)

the two only had the one parent, the sole survivor of the Farvo clan after the Purge. It, obviously, left their parent in...a state. i never went around to properly naming their parent, since in the chapter Wren only ever called them 'Buir'. then again given the fact that they were living with a covert back then, the atriarch of clan Farvo probably didn't give their name out anyway.

oh yeah okay so; in the nature/nurture verse, after the Purge, Din's covert wasn't the only covert out there. survivors splintered off into many, many small coverts, most of them isolated from one another and thinking they were the only ones. at most, one covert would be aware of one other covert that survived (and usually, to the best of their ability, try to merge coverts to reassemble their numbers). each covert had a different approach to making through the galaxy, particularly Wren's covert not instilling the 'dont take your helmet off' rule

the themes that i mentioned the chapter having was basically; what it'd be like, growing up as a child of a dead people, and what it'd be like when your parent is a survivor of a genocide. how that'd affect them, and affect you and your family, and how hard it'd be to connect to a culture and a community that was ripped brutally out of your hands before you could even speak. wren farvo, essentially, grew up in a graveyard, with his parent haunted by the ghosts of a family he never got to meet, mourning for a home he never got to see. that Wren was essentially a genocide survivor himself, and how he'd struggle to come to terms with his identity as a Mandalorian when it seems the entire galaxy wants him dead

then I started writing the chapter, realised how similar it was to the very real Palestinian genocide going on right now, and proper realised the depth and weight and importance of how I was going to convey this story. i tried my best for a couple passages, but eventually though i realised that, as of now, it's better if I just...don't. not yet, at the very least. regrettably Im not the best person to write about this, i just don't know enough, and i wasn't going to take a bite out of something i couldn't chew so, whoops! into the deleted scenes doc they go. maybe one day I'll pick it up again

back to Wren Farvo lore however !! his parent passed in the way many mandalorians pass during those times, having caught off guard and alone by a group of one too many beskar-hungry thieves. it was a pretty dark and awful time for the Farvo clan, but they thankfully had the rest of the covert to keep them going. Samirah became matriarch of the Farvos, and Wren became the lighthearted grounding force that balanced out her seriousness. they kept each other in check, one from sinking into the burdens of responsibility and duty, and the other from a recklessness that would eventually kill him. when Samirah adopted Jeliaya, it only brought them closer together, jeliaya basically being a promise for the clan's continued existence

as this is all happening, wren's covert had managed to meet with Din's old covert (Din himself not being around, still searching for the kid). together, and with Bo-Katan's crew after a while, they banded and started searching for more survivors. the heads of the coverts (+ bo) eventually realised how easily dwarf planets flew under nearly every radar. then they found the dwarf planet where they settled and struck peace with the locals. for about a decade they settled in, digging tunnels of their own and carving out spaces for themselves in the planet itself. Wren stayed close with his sister and his niece the entire time, having no reason to be anywhere else

but being able to live on that dwarf planet, though - being able to walk out in the sun in relative peace definitely did wonders for everyone's mental health. for the first time they had a planet again, however small. Samirah's work thrived, especially when she started communicating with the local doctors. Jeliaya grew healthy and at peace, her safety mostly assured. Wren did...Wren things, helping out everywhere he could

a lot of that involved him being part of the force that stood against the Dark Troopers; Wren was one of the first few that devised defensive plans, figured out their weaknesses, convincing the Armourer(s) that beskar weapons were, against this enemy, quite necessary since it's one of the few materials that can tear through the Dark Trooper's armour (which is why she never made Din melt down his spear in this 'verse. that, and also I'm a beskar-spear enjoyer at heart). one such mission brought him and his sister to this Imperial fort, where they met Din for the first time!!

meeting Din, Wren's first immediate thought is 'woah, this guy's fucked' and after learning that he's still looking for the kid he lost about 7-8 years ago, came up with the nickname "Or'trikar". for the grief that he exuded like a physical aura, and for the tightness of Wren's own chest whenever he so much as looked at him. Wren and Din grew closer, mostly due to Wren being...Wren and generally clingy to the people he's trying to impress. it works on Din, who ended up viewing Wren as a younger brother

Din definitely wouldn't think so, but to the Farvos it's obvious that for that time, Din was practically one of them. An honourary Farvo, if nothing else. he was practically Jeliaya's second uncle, and he came around to the Farvo residence pretty often, thanks to Wren refusing to let the guy stew in his own room and his own or'trikar

about two years pass, and Wren and Din get paired together to find the source of all those Dark Troopers, and to scout out how to cut the production off at its root. they find the biggest, freshest clue they've had in all their years and Wren, antsy and excited, decided to go on a solo hunt to burn off steam instead of going home. Din pointed him in the direction of where he last left the Razor Crest, and Wren found it (neglected, dusty, but still usable; something something, nothing grand, just a means to an end) and used it to fly around for a bit

unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you see it) the tracker that Gideon put on that ship was still there, and still active. Wren ends up being captured and thrown into an Imperial prison, where he meets this strange kid through the vents who insists on calling himself Asset

and then the rest is history

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

Hiii Shadow do you wanna be sad about Jimmy with me

Imagine Jimmy regressing in the afterlife all alone with no caretaker. Then when he finally isn't alone the person he gets is Joel who, though he wants to help, has no idea how to care for a little.

I've had this in my head since today's video I need to get it out

AND WHAT IF I DISINTEGRATED YOU W MY LASER EYES.

God fucking- LIKE. Jimmy opening his eyes to the void. Or a small in between space, however you like to imagine it. He's a bit freaked out, frantically patting down and checking his own body to make sure this is real. That he is real. He's solid. All in one piece, wings included.

And then Jimmy remembers his death. Oh shit. Ohhh shit his Bad Boys must be so mad. He messed up so so royally.

Jimmy whines and curls into a little ball, tucking his knees against his chest and scooting back to find a wall. But there is no wall.

He hiccups as tears start to bubble in his eyes. Brown with a dying shine of red. They turn glassy while what feels like buckets start to gather on his waterline.

It was an accident... He did his best but still made a mistake. It had to be his mistake right? Isn't it always somehow his fault? He had to have done something wrong to have such a tragic accident happen to him again. Right?

Jimmy blinks, and the dam breaks.

He buries his face into his knees and sobs. He feels himself drop, absolutely plummet mentally. He falls so fast he gets dizzy. And when he stops he feels so much smaller than he's comfortable being.

He wishes someone were here. Someone to hug him and comfort him, make him less lonely in the most lonely place in the universe.

But you don't get friends in the void. When he gets back to Empires he'll find Norman or Flick or, Hell, stumble to the barn and snuggle himself on his horse's back. He's sure the animal would let him fall asleep on its back if he wanted. He just wants someone...

Jimmy hears footsteps and his head shoots up. His wings fluff anxiously and start to tremble like they're ready to lift him off the ground if he wishes. They aren't big enough for that.

"Holy- Jimmy?"

He can't see as far away as the voice sounded, but he knows by how the pitch picks up at the end the voice belongs to Joel. Joel...

Great. Just the person he wants to see while small. Go figure the one other person he'd see after such an embarrassing death that made him regress was his teammate and the one person most likely to mock him for regressing.

Jimmy makes a tiny noise of protest and scoots back further. Still no corner to tuck himself into.

"Jimmy, man," Joel jogs over to him and stops at Jimmy's toes. "Shit, you have no idea how happy I am to see you. Or anyone for that matter."

Jimmy frowns at the swear word, but doesn't point it out.

Joel blinks down at his friend. He seems to have taken notice to the very obvious fact of Jimmy crying, or he had been. "Hey," Joel squats down. "Don't beat yourself up too much. It was stupid, but these games are just for fun. Bet I went out in a stupider way."

Jimmy shakes his head. "Was a as'ident.."

Joel tilts his head and leans forward a bit like it would help him understand Jimmy's little voice better. "A what? An accident?" Jimmy nods.

"Sorry, you've gotta speak up." Joel falls back and sits on his bottom with his legs crossed. "Of course it was an accident. I don't think you'd let a silly TnT minecart take you out on purpose."

Jimmy looks to the ground. Er.. what he presumes to be the ground, see as it's solid and they're sitting on it. "G mad at me?" He mumbles into his sleeve.

Joel chews on his bottom lip at that that one. "I don't think so... He was pretty upset when you died. He's gotta be even more upset now." Joel looks up, finding Jimmy staring at him. Big brown eyes still glassy.

"Are you alright, by the way? You're pretty quiet." Joel asks. It's a moment of vulnerability, of course he'd show this side of him in the void only. And he's sure it'd stay in the void.

Jimmy shakes his head. "Li'l. M' sorwy." He watches Joel for a reaction. All he gets is confusion.

"Little? What do you m- Oh." Oh indeed. He'd forgotten the terminology, since it'd been a while since Joel had to even be around a regressor, but he was familiar. Grian used to go small occasionally in Last Life, but he'd always call on someone else to care for him.

And Etho regressed too, though not in an age sense. For some reason he was content to have Joel tend to his needs and indulge in his fox-like habits inside their boat. Might've been the soulbond, or the fact it only happened twice. Joel didn't know.

"Oh, ok. Um... How little?" Jimmy shrugged, holding up two fingers, pausing and switching to three. Then two again.

"Alright. It's, uh, it's ok to not know. Do you need anything, want anything?" Joel knows he's fumbling. He's just... never had to do this before.

Jimmy's arms immediately shoot out and he makes grabby hands, silently asking for Joel to take him into his arms.

Joel cautiously reaches back and scoops Jimmy up, hugging the blond close. Like he was made of glass. The little almost instantly relaxes. Someone is holding him, finally. And Joel gives pretty good hugs.

"Sorry I can't do much else for you right now. We'll just have to wait until we get home." Joel says. One arm loops protectively around Jimmy's middle, and his other hand rests on his back. Like he's holding an actual baby.

"S' fine. Cuddwes good." Jimmy sighs and nuzzles his face against Joel's shoulder.

"...And I'm sorry this made you regress. I know you'll be ok, but it still stinks." At this point Joel was just talking to himself, the baby in his arms was far too tired to keep listening, and was zoning out.

If it wasn't for the distant "Etho, you jerk!" Jimmy probably would have fallen asleep.

Joel whips his head around and Jimmy looks up too, barely raising his head from Joel's shoulder.

"Skizz?!" Joel shouts back. Jimmy whines at the loud noise and Joel pets his blond hair as an apology.

"Joel?! Are you serious right now?!" Skizz shouts back and, from the sounds of it, starts running towards them. He appears from the darkness and grins. He's... still in his red name costume. Joel instinctively shields Jimmy's eyes from the sight.

"Oh hey! Jimmy's here too." He chirps. "Man, go figure I get stuck with the two people we kinda had beef with."

"Yeah, real funny." Joel grumbles. "You could not have picked a worse outfit to wear this series."

Skizz looks down, finding little issue with his apparel besides maybe a second pair of pants. "I look great to me."

"It's not child friendly, is my point. And I don't know if you could tell, but Jimmy is in a childish headspace." Joel stated matter-of-factly. Jimmy thought of biting him for telling his secret, but just made an annoyed whine and squirmed a bit.

Skizz's whole demeanor changed. "Oh my- Ok yeah that.. This looks a bit bad now." Joel still glared at him over his sunglasses.

Skizz moved Joel's hand from Jimmy's eyes and smiled at the kid. "Hey, sorry you gotta see me in my undies." He jokes. Jimmy snorts and almost giggles. He looks so sleepy...

"I promise I won't tell a soul. I look after a little too, so I get it. This'll stay your secret." Skizz reassures. It calms a steady drip of anxiety in Jimmy's gut, so he just nods.

"Thank you, Skizz." Joel says for the both of them. "Oh hey, got any tips?"

Skizz tosses his head from side to side. "The little guy seems pretty happy right now. If he's still small when you get home, just ask him if he needs anything."

"Thanks. We... should be going soon, yeah?" Joel looks around as if to find a timer or another accursed clock to indicate how long they'd been here.

"Any minute now, probably. I'll see you guys in the next one then." Skizz delivers it like a joke. Like maybe he'd see them before then, though he wouldn't. Their lives were just too different.

"Yeah. Maybe we'll be friends next time."