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zweetpea · 5 months

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TBRAHE Chapter 2 the aftermath

Warning: Foul language, infidelity, pg13

After yesterday you just wanted to curl into your bed and never get out. That was until a cold little snoot booped you on the nose.

“Riko, hey buddy. Where’ve you been? I missed my favorite boy.” You pulled the small white dragon into your arms; his golden hair swishing as you sat up with him on your lap. “How could Satoru be so cruel when he’s the reason that you’re in my life.” Riko had been Satoru’s wedding present for you. He meant it as a joke, but it’s not everyday that you find a docile curse. So, you kept Riko to spite your husband, or at least that’s how it started. Over time you’d grown attached to him.

“(Y/n)! The king is asking for an audience with you this morning!” Addison called from outside the room.

“I’m coming! Addie please come in and prepare an outfit for me!” You called out. Riko hopped onto your head.

“I’m already on it.” She smiled as she entered the room and walked into your wardrobe. You headed to the bathroom. “Your highness, how was your sleep last night?”

“It was adequate.”

“I’ve noticed that Riko has decided to grace us with his presence.” She snarked at the lizard. He growled at her comment.

“Okay that’s enough Riko.” You gently pulled him off of you and placed him on the ground beside the tub.

“I love you your highness, but I can’t understand how you can so casually walk around with him. He’s a curse and he was a gift from your no good husband.”

“You said yesterday that he wasn’t so bad.”

“Well that was before I knew that he was cheating on you.”

“So I shouldn’t forgive him?”

“No! Were you seriously considering it?”

“Yes! You’re always so kind and you’re always trying to be the bigger person and forgive everyone.”

“Well that’s because nobody has ever cheated on me and humiliated me as badly as he did to you. I was honestly considering not giving you the kings message but I was afraid that he’d have my head.”

“Addie, no one will ever take you away from me. Not even the king, I won’t allow it.”

“Thank you (Y/n). Now back to the subject of Riko.”

“He’s just so cute! Plus he has regenerative abilities and-”

“-And you’ve trained him to heel those in the palace plus he regenerates energy for you. I get that. You’ve only explained it about a hundred or so times. I don’t get how you aren’t afraid of him though. He’s pocket sized right now but at any moment he could turn on you. Just please be careful, okay?”

You smile and pat the sweet blondes head. “I will be.”

“Cmon then. Let’s get you dressed for the day.” Addison pulled you out of the tub and started to dress you in an off the shoulder gold dress with long flowing sleeves, and white branches embroidered on the big poofy skirt. Addison braided your hair in twin braids and set a silver crown with yellow sapphires on your head.

The two of you walked to the dining hall engaged in pleasant idle chat. Riko hanging from your neck.

As you enter the dining hall you take the seat next to the edge seat to keep some distance between you and your husband, who’s sat himself at the head of the table. “Must she be here?” You growl at your husband as he feeds Marissa chocolate covered fruits such as raspberries and orange slices. You’ve never been a fan of either fruit.

Satoru looked over at you annoyed and the wench looked at you and screamed. “EW! It’s so disgusting! And the snake thing on its neck is gross too!”

“(Y/n), I’ve told you so many times that if you want that curse to stay then you need to keep it in a cage.”

“You always want to keep everything in a cage don’t you.” You mumble. You look over them and realize that your husband wasn’t wearing anything over his eyes. Every time you saw him he wore some three piece blue suit and a black blindfold or other cloth over it. Marissa on the other hand was dressed in a short pastel yellowish cream colored dress with a dark blue feather shawl and a gold necklace with blue apatite gemstone and a small tiara headband to match.

“Guards, take that curse back to her chambers.” Satoru waves.

“Hey! Wait! Don’t hurt him! Satoru!”

“You should refer to him as your majesty.”

“Ugh. How dare you to talk to me that way! I seriously wonder who you think you are sometimes.” You stand to tower over the harlot.

“Oh, well that’s simple.”

“Maymay. Not now.” Satoru grumbled.

“I’m going to be the future queen! Ruru is going to divorce you and marry me!”

You slam your hands on the table and lean over. “Ha! Jokes on you then. By the terms of “Ruru”’s and my marriage contract if one of us divorces the other they loose their right to the throne!”

“WHAT?! Ruru!”

“Yeah, back like two hundred years ago there was this queen who had an affair with a her personal knight, while the king had an affair a duchess. Since the two never had any other children these two were the only ones who had claim to the throne. She is a descendant of the queen and I’m a descendant of the king. Since she’s older than me her father went to the high council and made a case for her to ascend the throne. Because he was a popular noble half of the court sided with him. So my idiot of a father decided to get her and I married to stop the court from breaking apart.”

“Part of the arrangement was that if either of us were to ask for a divorce the other would loose their rights to the throne.” You smirk at Marissa’s scowl.

“But- but if that’s the case, how can I be queen? You promised me that I’d get to be queen!”

“I said that I’d rather have you as my queen, I never promised you anything!”

“Satoru! I hate you!” She ran out crying.

“Baby! Wait!”

“You know that she’s just using you, right?”

“How would you know?!”

“Satoru, you’ve barely touched me. The only time you’ve kissed me was to officiate our marriage, you were too busy getting drunk with Shoko and Suguru at our banquet to dance with me, and to top it off we haven’t even consummated our marriage. You don’t love me. You won’t touch me. If she loved you, she wouldn’t care about our marriage because I am no threat to her.”

“Maybe if you weren’t being such a bitch to her she wouldn’t see you as a threat!”

“YOU were the one who brought YOUR MISTRESS to OUR ANNIVERSARY!”

“I fell in love! I wouldn’t have cared if you did the same. You just whine so much about everything in your life.”

“I can’t believe that you won’t take accountability for what you’ve done! You’ve embarrassed me so badly, yet you try to turn me into the villain. Can you please just tell me what you wanted to do that I can leave?”

“Marissa is going to be living here from today forward.”

“You know what? I’m not even going to be mad at you, because you and that whore don’t deserve any space in my thoughts!” You glared at him and spun on your heels to leave.

You headed straight to your room to get Riko, but as you neared the door you saw Addison kneeling on the floor having a water bucket turned over her by another maid. You ran over there, grabbed the other maid by her throat and shoved her against the wall. “Who the hell do you think you are!?”

“Hey bitch! Get your dirty hands off my personal maid!” You turned around at the insult and of course it was Marissa.

“You listen to me little cock sucker, if this smelly, trashy, pig touches Addie again I’m going to kill her. I can’t just let this slight go though.” With your other hand you grabbed her hands and used your ability to twist and break the stupid maids pointer fingers.

An ear piercing scream erupted from her as you dropped her and cradled Addison’s swollen face. “You didn’t have to do that.” She says as you bring her into your room.

“We need to get your eye treated, it’s already starting to bruise. I don’t want you getting a black eye, you’re too pretty to let some ugly skank ruin that.” You took Riko out of his cage and began to heal Addison. “Do you hate me for that?” You asked her.

“No! I just don’t want the king to retaliate against you because of me.”

“Oh please, I left 8 fingers. She can still work while the others heal.

“I had no idea that gravity manipulation could do that.”

“Yeah. I just have to channel heavier gravity into one part and then make another lighter and it twists around. What was her name anyway?”

“It’s so pretentious. It’s pronounced like “raw-shell” but it’s spelled similar to Rachel.”

“You’re kidding me!”

“Nope. Rachelle, it’s so dumb. Why would anyone choose that name?”

“They hate their child and she hates herself. Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, thank you.” She embraced you softly.

You held her tightly. “I love you, Addie. You’re my best friend and you mean the world to me.”

“I love you too, (Y/n). Just please don’t go around yelling, “Off with their heads!” every time I get hurt, okay?”

“Okay. Since it’s you who’s asking.” You say in a teasing tone.

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brianwashere · 2 years

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Dad!Matt struggling to communicate with his nonverbal autistic son while he is overestimated

Hello hello hello. Back again with another fic! Btw my friend with autism proof read this to make sure it was accurate and not offensive so yaaaaaayyyyyy.

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil**

Pairing: father!Matt Murdock x autistic!son!reader!

Genre: slight angst but ends with comfort

Summary: go to req

Tw: cussing, overstimulation, Matt sorta snaps at his son :(

All Too Much

It was a humid day. Too humid. Gross. Muggy. It made your clothes stick to your skin and made your hair damp. It made you want to gag.

Matt had to take you to work this Saturday. You didn’t really mind because you liked Foggy and Karen but the office smelled horrible and the color hurt your eyes. You sighed and flapped the hand that wasn’t being held by your dad.

“Almost there, Jr, c’mon.” Your dad seemed distracted, which means he couldn’t pay attention to what you were signing in his hand.

Not that you really could anyway; one of your hands was holding his. His phone was in his pocket which meant you couldn’t use the text to speech app he downloaded for you.

You two stopped in front of his law firm. He buzzed in opened the door, gesturing for you to go in. As soon as you walked in the smell of the neighboring offices hit you. The scent of smoke and mold and the feel of the dust brushing your face made you gag. You looked at your father. You wanted to tell him you didn’t wanna be in here.

“Alright Jr, up we go. I’m running late.” He picked up his walking stick and began jogging up the stairs.

You watched him and took a deep breath before following him up the stairs. You bit your bottom lip hard.

Every possible sense was immediately flooded with too much information.

The phone ringing. People talking. Papers flicking. All the different smells of individual people. Cigarette smoke coming in through the window from a neighboring office. The underlying stench of mold. The sun was too bright. The paint on the walls reflected a horrible color due to the light. Suddenly your once soft shirt’s collar gripped your neck too tight. It felt like every fibre of the shirt was rubbing just the wrong way on your arm hairs, your skin. There was a gross taste of sweat mixed with the copper taste from your now bleeding lip.

You noticed your dad was no longer beside you. You whipped your head around, your hair brushing your cheeks. You spotted him talking to Karen and holding some of his braille papers.

You hastened over to his leg and tugged on it lightly. No response. You shook his leg and made grunt. Still no response. Finally you hit his leg twice and made a high pitched whine.

“…Okay. Thanks, Karen keep working on that.” Matt finished with Karen and knelt down.

He looked mad.

“What? What could you possibly want?” His harsh tone was like a slap on the cheek.

He sounded mad.

Tears welled in your eyes and you ran into his office, slamming the door and hiding under his desk.

“Shit.” Matt sighed.

He took a deep breath in and walked over to the door to his office. He knocked three times.

“Jr? Can I come in, please?” He focused on you and what action may signal a response.

Then he heard a small sniffle.

Fuck, he made you cry. Shit shit shit.

“I’m coming in, ok?” He said.

He opened the door slowly and closed it gently. He walked around to his desk where he heard you crying. He sat on the floor across from you, next to his chair.

“Hey, I’m sorry Jr. I shouldn’t have snapped at you and taken my frustration out on you. Can you forgive me?” He whispered.

You looked at him through tear filled eyes and nodded but put your head on your knees.

“Can I do anything for you? Do you want your headphones?” He asked.

You nodded quickly. Your dad opened one of the desk’s drawers and reached inside. He pulled out a pair of noise canceling headphones and slid them to you. You peeked out from your knees and grabbed them. You put them on and began to calm down.

“Do you wanna stay in here until you’ve calmed down?” He asked.

You nodded again.

“You know that I love you, right?” Matt asked.

You shakily tapped his knee, your gesture for his hand. He held his palm out you formed “ily” in his hand and he smiled as he felt around it.

You put your head back down on your knees.

“Alrighty, Jr. I’ll check on you in 15 minutes.” You watched him get up slowly.

Before he left he scribbled something on a sticky note and stuck it in the ground close to you. When you felt the vibration of the door close you looked at the note.

‘Bye, Jr. I love you so so much.’

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mj-iza-writer · 6 months

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Be warned: contains body horror.

Whumper was pushed to the floor to bow to Whumpee. He dared not fight the winged beast hovering behind him.

"I warned you", Whumpee looked at him angrily, "you could have just released me, but no, you had to play with the demons. Now they're ticked."

Whumper couldn't hide their fear.

"I-i thought you were making up stories. You know, I never thought you really had an army of demons to do your bidding", Whumper cowered, "please have mercy on me."

"Like you had mercy on me right?", Whumpee sat back on Whumper's couch, "this is quite comfortable, too bad I had to sit on the floor."

Some of the demons growled, including the winged one standing behind him.

"I'm just wondering what took my general so long to get me", Whumpee looked at one of the demons.

"My Queen, there was an old protection placed on this home, it goes back centuries. It took the magician several tries to break it", the general bowed, "please forgive me."

"I thought I felt something", Whumpee sighed.

"How did you get through the protection", the winged beast questioned.

"It must have allowed me in do to my unwanted invitation", Whumpee stood to leave.

"Where are you going?", Whumper fell and grabbed Whumpee's ankles.

The winged beast bent down to force him to let go, but Whumpee stopped him.

"I'm leaving, I have to regain control of my hoard of demons", Whumpee smiled, "don't worry Dracarys will keep you company, until,... well he'll explain."

"Explain what", Whumper looked up at the winged beast, "are you Dracarys?"

"I am. I am their majesties protector, and I'm not happy you stole them from me", Dracarys frowned, "you will suffer the punishment for mistreating them."

Whumper looked fearfully at Whumpee one last time, "please no, I'll do anything."

"You'll die for me, that is the thing I am requesting of you", Whumpee started to walk, "that is the price you will pay."

"Uh, anything else, please", Whumper cried out.

Dracarys happily grabbed Whumper, "their majesty has spoken, they are to be sacrificed by black death."

"Black Death?", Whumper whispered and eyed Whumpee.

Whumpee smiled, "it's much too gross for me to watch. Goodbye Whumper." With that Whumpee faded out and disappeared completely.

Dracarys had two demons hold down Whumper.

My blood is called Black Death. It is pitch black in color, and extremely thick and sticky. Once injested, it can not be brought back up", Dracarys took a knife and cut their arm, "you will feel it begin to eat away at your insides, it's starts in your stomach and eats from the inside out, and normally leaves your head last. You will feel every last horrible moment of this until you die."

"No please, I don't deserve that", Whumper cried, "you can't."

"I'm a demon. I don't have to follow your mortal rules. I also don't really care for you mortals, although I guess I'm protecting a few of them from a sicko like you", Dracarys squeezed his arm to force the blood out, "most human prisoners have said my blood is very sweet, so you should enjoy it, I've even had to force a few to stop."

Whumper fought against the demons holding him, they were too strong. He tried to keep his mouth clamped shut.

Dracarys kicked Whumper in the abdomen, and when Whumper screamed, he forced his arm into Whumper's mouth.

"You acted so tough to their royal highness, but now you cower in fear", Dracarys mocked, "I'm shocked my Master never showed their true power. You think I'm scary. Think about what the Master of a Hoard of Demons is capable of."

The thick substance oozed into Whumper's mouth. It was sweet.

Gulp.

They swallowed accidentally, and then another mouth full went down. There body was ignoring their pleas not to swallow. He had no control.

"That should about do it", Dracarys pulled on Whumper's nose to force him to let go, "it's addictive I know."

Whumper began to shake, he wanted more. He couldn't stop.

"That's the dangers of my blood. It's deadly because of what it does, but my victims always drink willingly after one mouth full", Dracarys smiled, "you are not going to like this next part, you'll be a pile of goop in a few minutes."

Whumper instantly felt bubbles in his stomach. He groaned, remembering what was said... but the blood was so.... stop, you just screwed yourself and you want more.

A burning sensation arose from their throat, they started to cough.... was that blood on their carpet... there blood. Another cough.

"Your body is trying to fight my blood, it's so thick and sticky though. You are going to be coughing up a lot of crap", Dracarys grinned, "this will teach you a lesson. Unfortunately, that lesson is also going to kill you"

Whumper cursed, then coughed up more.... uh, chunks.

Their body felt as though it was tearing apart, the pain had transferred down their legs. It was moving into their shins and ankles.

Whumper gasped, "make it stop."

"I can't, that blood is in you", Dracarys wiped a tear that had formed in Whumper's eyes, "I wonder, how many times did their royal highness ask you to make the pain stop, but you didn't?

Whumper's eyes grew sorrowful, "I'm sorry."

Whumper's legs had begun to bleed, most of their lower body was bloody now. Inner body tissue was starting to poke through the tearing melting skin. Their guts were starting to budge.

They screamed curses at the group of demons watching. Their agony had only gone for maybe a minute, but it felt like eternity.

"Oop we got bone poking through", Dracarys pointed at his knee.

Whumper tried to look down, their neck was starting to be eaten away. They felt their head fall over.

They screamed again, gargling blood. Their voice cut out completely.

"Your vocal cards are gone, you can't talk anymore", Dracarys grinned, "remember you put this on yourself."

Whumper groaned as their body continued to melt into the carpet. They managed to force a glare before completely succumbing to the black death.

Dracarys sighed, "the ending always goes so fast."

They could hear Whumpee's call now, they were calling their hoard back together. They had been gone for quite a while, and it had gotten a little out of control.

"All of you go their highness, I'll finish here", Dracarys commanded.

The demons dispersed, leaving Dracarys with the goopy mess Whumper left.

Dracarys snapped their fingers and created a fireball in their hand. Soon the entire house was on fire. Dracarys smiled at the sight and left to find Whumpee.

"Your highness the deed is done", Dracarys bowed, "what is your next command."

"Catch me", Whumpee had felt their body weakening more now.

Dracarys quickly left forward and caught Whumpee as they fainted.

"This hoard needs to follow me as we return to the castle, their highness needs the magician now", Dracarys hurried into the air, and they cradled Whumpee in their arms.

Whumpee moaned as they were laid in front of the magician.

The magician sighed, "between that protection on the house and what their captor did, they are very weak now. They should have waited to call of you together, that used up what was left of their strength."

"Is there anything you can do for them?", Dracarys looked at Whumpee's body, "my queen seems so weak."

"I can offer a place for them to rest, you will have to keep control over the hoard until they can do it again", the magician looked over Whumpee, "nothing else can be done, they're tired and weak."

"May I stay with them, if they are weak, I'd rather know they are safe in their weakened state", Dracarys frowned, "I don't want to risk losing them, I sat beating at that window for weeks trying to get to them. I can't leave them again."

"You can stay with them", the magician nodded.

"Dracarys", Whumpee whispered.

"Yes your highness", Dracarys bowed.

"Carry me to the window", Whumpee whispered their command.

Dracarys looked at the Magician before picking Whumpee up and taking them to the window.

Whumpee summoned the last of their strength.

"I leave this hoard in the hands of my Dracarys until my strength returns", Whumpee commanded before going limp.

Dracarys laid them into a bed the Magician quickly made for them. They bowed.

"You have my word, I will protect you", Dracarys promised.

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samspenandsword · 1 year

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The Coffee House: Commander Fox/Reader (Fem) — Part 6

Summary: You and your friend Aayla Secura decide to have a night out at the popular clone bar, 79's. And of course, both of you meet your marshal commanders there. Pairing: Commander Fox/Reader; fem!reader with no mentions of her appearance other than outfit color. Rating: MA, 18+ (Younglings, foundlings, and cadets BEGONE) Warnings: Mature content, no smut, allusions to sex, mature/adult themes, mild horniness, kissing in public — language, alcohol, adults having fun, lots of banter and friendship antics, flirting, mentions of Blyla. Word Count: 5.2k

Part 5

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I need to apologize for the absolutely horrendous amount of time it took for me to update this story. Please, everyone, forgive me, I hope this makes up for it!

Also, think of Corellian Cream as the Star Wars equivalent of Irish Cream liqueur.

ATTENTION: After posting this piece, I will be throwing out my current taglist. So if anyone wants to continue being tagged in my works, please proceed to this new form.

When was the last time I washed this blanket? you idly thought to yourself, lying facedown on the couch, face firmly planted in the soft fabric of the blanket in question. You sniffed again, making a mental note to toss it in with the next load.

Laughter echoed out from the open door to the fresher. An accented voice said, "Beanie, you're so dramatic."

"It's a gift."

There was more laughter. The figure of Aayla Secura emerged from the fresher, makeup half-applied. You and the Twi'lek Jedi Knight had become good friends in the time of the war. Aayla had always liked coming in to your coffee house before the war, for caf and some time away from The temple. Now she came in for some time away from the chaos of the war overtaking her life and home. You eventually started offering her the second bedroom and fresher in your apartment. At first, she had only accepted when she really needed a place to crash away from the hubbub of the Temple and barracks. By now, she had sort of become your unofficial roommate.

Along with a certain commander of hers.

You pushed yourself up, groaning.

"Come on, Beanie, time to get ready."

"I am ready."

"For 79's? I don't think so."

You smirked a bit. "For a night in."

"No." Aayla emerged from the fresher. "No, no, no. You're going out tonight."

"Don't want to."

"Too bad. I want to do your makeup, and you've got a brand new outfit to wear."

You frowned with confusion. "No, I don't?"

Aayla wore a smirk on her plump lips. "Yes, you do. Check your closet."

"Aayla, what did you do?"

She simply turned and strode back into the fresher. "Oh, nothing, really."

"Liar." But you were grinning. Going to your closet, you found, front and center, a new clubbing outfit in a perfect coffee brown. You beamed.

"I knew you'd like it," Aayla preened, a happy, yet subtly bragging sort of pride in the tone of her voice. You wondered, every time you heard it, if she'd picked up the tone from Master Vos. Aayla looked like a goddess. Her lashes were long and dark, and every time they fluttered, her eyeliner shimmered. Her lips were plump and a nice dark purple that matched the color of her dress. It was a stark difference to her usual brown Jedi leathers.

"Come on, time to get ready," Aayla ushered. The silver jewelry circling her arms and lekku jingled lightly as she shoved you towards your fresher.

"Not too much, Aayla," you said, accepting your fate with only a small measure of false resignation, and a lot of hidden excitement. "I still want to look like myself."

Aayla smiled.

One hour later, you stood in front of your mirror, and you looked good.

"I'll be staying at a hotel tonight," Aayla's accented voice cut through your thoughts. You frowned a little.

"You sure? The room is yours whenever you want it."

Aayla smiled. "I'm sure. I've got a full week of mandatory leave, after all."

She winked. You understood and jokingly gagged.

"Oh, gross. I didn't need to know that."

Aayla snorted lightly at the look on your face.

"How is Bly?" you asked. "I haven't seen him in a while."

"He's good," Aayla said, unable to help the smile that grew at the thought of him. You were the only one she had ever confided in about the true nature of their relationship. "Oh, and before I forget, he asked me to give you something."

Aayla held up a new mug with a flourish, and you burst out laughing. The mug was stupidly big, large enough to hold an entire pot of coffee, and had Bly's smiling face printed on it.

"His pretty mug on a mug," you said, giggling. "It's perfect, I love it!"

You gave it a quick rinse in your sink, knowing you'd use it first thing tomorrow morning.

"Now," Aayla said, grabbing her bag, "you need to drink something other than coffee and whiskey tonight, otherwise it won't be a real night out."

That was fine. You could just drink coffee and Corellian Cream.

"No coffee and Corellian Cream, either."

You huffed petulantly at the woman.

"Tall order, Aayla."

"And you can't just drink beer, either. It has to be a proper cocktail."

"Any other orders, General?"

Aayla shot you a look, but quickly smirked. "Yes. You must flirt with at least three different people tonight."

"Ah." You pretended to think about it. "What constitutes 'flirting,' exactly?" You did air quotes.

"Letting one buy you a drink, dancing with another, and going home with a third," Aayla listed.

You burst out laughing again. "I don't know, Aayla," you said, giggling. "I'm not much one for flirting."

Aayla snorted. "Beanie, you are one of the flirtiest people I've ever met."

"Friendly, Aayla. I am friendly."

"Whatever you say."

You rolled your eyes. "Are we gonna go or not? You said you'd buy me a cocktail."

"I did not say that."

"Yes you did."

"I said you had to drink a cocktail, not that I'd buy it."

"Yeah, pretty sure you said you'd buy it."

Aayla rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched. "Fine. Whatever. Now let's go already. We look hot and we're way too sober."

You giggled. "Let's go."

The club 79's was always fun, and always hopping any time you went. And you knew it was going to be an... interesting night when you saw Rex's boys, Cody's boys, the Wolfpack, and Aayla's boys all piled into the place.

"General!" Several of Aayla's boys waved from where they were at the bar or on the dance floor.

"Hi, Beanie!" There were several choruses of your name as well, and you grinned and winked at the boys crowding the dance floor.

Aayla leaned in close to murmur, sarcastically, "Friendly."

You winked at her, too. "You know it."

You and Aayla had only taken a few steps toward the bar when your attention was stolen by an arm sliding smoothly around your shoulders.

"Hello, beautiful."

"Jesse, what a surprise."

You looked into the smiling, tattooed face of one of Rex's boys.

"Beanie, beautiful as always," he said, nose crinkling with his wide grin. "Might I buy you your first drink?"

"Ooh," you said, sucking in a light breath through your teeth and clicking your tongue a little. "I would like that, really, but unfortunately," you winked over at Aayla again, who looked entirely amused, "I'm spoken for."

Jesse chuckled, opening his mouth to respond, but a loud voice cut him off.

"Jesse! You were supposed to bring her over, not keep her to yourself!"

"Fuck off, Fives!"

But all the same, Jesse escorted you and Aayla over to a large booth where several of Rex's boys, including Rex, sat drinking. A round of shot glasses sat turned over on the table and each of them were either sucking down beer or sipping something harder.

"Beanie, Beanie, Beanie," Fives greeted, his smile so quintessentially Fives. "You are a vision."

"And you, Fives, are a pain in the ass."

The 501st roared with laughter.

"Beanie!" Fives put a hand to his chest. "That's just cold. Why must you hurt me like this?"

"Because you deserve it."

Jesse squeezed you tight with the arm still slung around your shoulders while Hardcase's loud guffaws drew gazes to the group. Kix and Tup did nothing to hide their laughter either.

"What did I do?" Fives said, trying and failing to look and sound innocent.

"You know what you did," you sniffed, nose curled in a dramatic sneer."

"What did he do?" Jesse butt in, sliding into the seat Fives had vacated and smirking shittily when Fives gave him a small glower.

"He broke one of my mugs."

There was a stunned beat of silence.

"Di'kut."

"Dude, you're fucked."

"Vod, you know better."

"How do you live with yourself?"

Rex side-eyed Fives a little, but addressed you. "He broke a mug and you let him live?"

Fives laughed, but there was a nervous tinge to it. His eyes widened just the smallest bit when he realized you were still staring at him, nose curled. It took all you had not to crack.

"Need to make sure the body won't be found."

Jesse barked a laugh while Hardcase cackled. "We can help with that!"

You broke into a grin as Fives smacked his brothers.

"Beanie loves me," Fives whinged, before throwing you a garish wink.

You puffed your cheeks in a little gag. Jesse and Hardcase just about fell over laughing again.

Tup, who wore a wide, amused grin of his own, called to Fives, "I think Kix has some bacta if you want to nurse that burn."

Kix didn't even look up as he knocked back the rest of his drink. "I'm off duty."

Everyone laughed, and you winked at Fives in between giggles. Rex merely chuckled, smiling pleasantly and swirling a glass of whiskey. His smile widened when you looked over at him.

"Hey, Beanie," he said, in a proper greeting. He kissed your cheek. "You look good. You, too, General Secura."

Aayla had been laughing quietly during the entire encounter. "Thank you, Captain. Are you boys having a good time tonight?"

"Sure are, General!"

"Good. I hope you'll make sure Beanie has a good time as well, but I believe I owe her a drink, so please, excuse me."

You continued to catch up with the boys in blue, feeling Fives' eyes on you all the while. Finally, you quirked a brow at him.

"All right, spit it out, Fives."

He grinned. "I heard a rumor."

"Oh?"

"Beanie's been gettin' some lovin'."

"What??" Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, and Tup's heads all instantly snapped up, eyes wide and fixed on you.

You feigned surprise. "Now where'd you hear a thing like that?"

Hardcase smacked Fives and Jesse. "She didn't deny it. You didn't deny it!"

You glanced sideways at Rex, who smothered a smirk lightly behind his glass.

"Is it true?" Jesse waggled his eyebrows salaciously. "You been gettin' some lovin', Beanie?"

"Are they here?" Hardcase gasped, straightening and looking around frantically. "Are they here?"

"Don't feel like you have to answer, Beanie," Kix cut in, rolling his eyes at his brothers. "I'm happy for you."

"Thank you, Kix." You smiled, genuinely at first, before allowing a tinge of mischief to color it. "Next visit to my coffee house is free."

The others groaned and Kix grinned.

"Looks like I missed something." Aayla materialized beside you, holding two drinks. Yours was a swirling purple and tasted like berries, a subtle tartness lingering on your tongue.

"Beanie's seeing someone, General Secure," Fives tattled, without remorse and smiling like a little shit. "And she was just about to tell us who it is."

"I was not."

An absolutely predatory smile spread across Aayla's face. "Is she now?"

"No, I'm not."

"And here I thought you had agreed to flirt with at least three people tonight."

You fluttered your lashes at her. "I let you buy me a drink, didn't I?"

Aayla's lip twitched. "Well played. And who were you planning on dancing with?"

You tapped your chin with thought, a devious look flashing across your face. "I was thinking Commander Wolffe."

"I would pay to see you drag him onto the dance floor," Rex said. You all looked over at another booth, where Boost, Sinker, and Comet were laughing uproariously at something and Wolffe was sighing and rolling his eyes.

You smirked at Rex. "The night is young."

"Is it him?" Hardcase said, trying and failing to keep the excitement in his voice to a minimum.

You smiled, amused. "No."

"Oh, come on!"

"Well, who is it, then?" Jesse demanded.

"Not telling."

"Please?" Fives pleaded.

"No."

"Ah, come on, Beanie —" Hardcase suddenly cut himself off. "The Coruscant Guard is here!"

You felt yourself tense with the effort to not whirl around.

"Aah, man! They always out-drink us."

"Hound gets all the girls on the dance floor."

"Commander Thorn, too."

Rex looked at you out of the corner of his eye, smirking. You knew from that look alone that Fox was there. You tightened your grip on your glass, physically stopping yourself from wheeling around and jumping him in the middle of the club.

"Nevermind the Corries," Fives dismissed. "I still want to know who snagged Beanie."

"Not telling."

"I'll buy you your next drink?"

"No. And, uh, I think it's time to make the rounds, so I'll see you boys later."

"Ahh, Beanie!"

"Oh, come on!"

"Bye, Beanie!"

As you and Aayla strode away, you heard Fives say, "Okay, Rex, who is it?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Fives."

You made a mental note to give Rex free coffee for life."

"So when were you going to tell me?"

You were brought back to the present by Aayla's question.

"Soon."

"Uh-huh, and who is it?"

"It's, uh, a guy. A clone. And before you ask, yes, he is here tonight."

Aayla looked at you. "It's not actually Wolffe, is it?"

You laughed. "No, it's not."

"And the captain?"

"Who, Rex? I almost wish it were, that gorgeous man, but alas, my heart is held by another."

Aayla rolled her eyes fondly at your dramatics. "And the ARC trooper? Fives?"

You made a face, genuinely horrified at the idea. "That would be like dating my stinky younger brother."

Aayla snorted.

"Now, I think it's time for me to let you go, because I see Bly, and I think I've kept you from your commander long enough."

It was a blatant, blatant evasion tactic. One that Aayla didn't go for.

"At least give me a hint."

You thought of Fox, unable to help the giddy smile on your face. Aayla lit up at the sight of it.

"Let's just say you're not the only one who's snagged a marshal commander."

Aayla's jaw dropped, then she burst into happy laughter. "You're telling me everything later. And I do mean everything."

"Bye, Aayla."

And she sashayed her way towards Bly, who had hearts in his eyes. They were so perfect.

You sipped your drink, happily basking in the atmosphere, but you weren't alone for more than thirty seconds before more clones came up to you, greeting you with smiles and the occasional hug. Waxer and Boil came up, Waxer giving you a warm hug while Boil squeezed you with one arm. Waxer was quick to launch into stories of his and Boil's latest missions, complete with waving arms and lots of eyebrow expression. Boil was sure to downplay and correct all of Waxer's exaggerations, his mustache twitching with irritation and amusement.

Waxer ignored him the whole time, smiling.

Cody raised his tumbler glass at you from down the bar. You toasted him back and drained what was left in your glass. You swiftly ordered another, committing the cocktail name to memory. You quite liked it.

Boost and Sinker were the next ones you saw. Boost looked like he had refreshed the red color of his hair, and Sinker's was so pale you knew he had recently toned it. Sinker had the usual joke about Boost's hygiene on his lips and Boost's eye roll looked impressively like Wolffe's.

"Got a new mug for you, Beanie," Boost said, scars on his face stretching with his casual smile.

You beamed at him.

"Really?"

"I'll be by tomorrow to drop it off."

"You mean we'll be by -"

"Hey, Beanie!"

Comet, who had cut Sinker off, didn't stay longer than to down the shot in his hand, slam the glass down, and disappear towards the freshers.

"Drop by anytime, Boost. But you're on leave. Sleep in some for me."

"It's your own fault you're up at the very ass crack of dawn every day."

"Please don't remind me. I'm trying to have fun here."

Sinker smirked towards Boost. "Yeah, Boost, she's trying to have fun. She can't very well do that with you around."

"Asshole."

You shook your head fondly at them. Never had you met two brothers who gave each other more shit than these two.

Except maybe Jesse and Fives.

Or Hunter and Crosshair.

Or Cody and Fox.

Okay, so brothers would be brothers.

The next hour or so passed with you bouncing from trooper to trooper, filled with genuine joy to see them all again, happiness at meeting ones you never had before, and the start of a buzz through your system. You chatted with Bly and Galle, Hawk and Broadside, Ridge and Appo and Vaughn. It was about two hours after arriving when you finally excused yourself from where you were talking with Crys and Wooley to get another drink.

Sliding up to the bar, empty glass disappearing onto the tray of a serving droid, you found yourself next to Fives once more.

"Well, well," he said. "Long time no see."

You quirked an eyebrow. "Not long enough."

"You are just piling it on tonight."

You giggled. "Oh, I'm just teasing, Fives. You know that."

The bartender came over and you ordered an espresso martini. It was not on Aayla's list of banned drinks.

"You and your coffee," Fives said, shaking his head fondly. "Hope your paramour knows they're competing with coffee for your heart."

You grinned. "He knows."

Fives nodded, sagely. "Good. I would hate for you to be leading the poor guy on."

You snorted. Fives sobered suddenly.

"I hope you know that even though I was poking at you earler, I don't want you to feel pressured to tell me who you're seeing."

Your smile softened. Oh, Fives...

"I know." You squeezed his arm. "And I hope you know I'm not actually mad at you for breaking a mug."

Fives chuckled, but it sounded a little relieved. "I know. He squeezed you to his side in a hug.

There was a beat.

"Rex knows who it is though, doesn't he?"

You huffed a small laugh. You should've known better than to think Fives had believed Rex earlier. Rex had the single worst poker face in the galaxy.

"Yes."

"It's a vod?"

"Yes."

Fives looked at you, in a rare moment of profound sincerity. "You're happy?"

Your expression softened even more, before widening into the smile that you could never seem to hold back when thinking of Fox. Fives pulled away to peer at you when you didn't answer right away, and froze at the sight of the smile.

He'd never seen you smile like that before.

"Completely."

"I can see that." Fives finally relaxed, chuckling. "Well, then I'm happy for you, Beanie. And if he hurts you, I get to be first in line to beat his ass."

You laughed, loud and bright. This wasn't the first time you'd heard someone threaten Fox if he hurt you. You'd been the recipient of a few shovel talks, too, but you couldn't help laughing at the idea of Fives, even with all his ARC trooper training and armor, squaring up against Fox. Like a scrappy baby brother defending your honor.

"He would've been happy for you, too, you know."

Your laughter quieted, and your smile wobbled at the thought of who Fives was referring to.

Echo.

"I miss him." Your voice was quiet, and you wondered if Fives even heard you over the music and din of the club.

The way he squeezed you back into his side said he did.

"Me too."

You couldn't help but shiver at the empty feeling on your other side, where the other Domino Twin had usually stood, squeezing you between him and Fives.

You missed Echo so much. You missed his hugs, his smile, his exasperation with Fives, his helping hand, his bad jokes, his own penchant for chaos. You missed him so bad.

You couldn't even imagine what it was like for Fives.

You turned towards the bar, never leaving Fives' grip, and ordered a pair of shots. Spotchka. A distinctly bitter alcohol with a sharp, sour aftertaste. A sharp electric blue in color. Echo's favorite.

Neither of you said anything as you clinked glasses in a toast and drank.

And immediately gagged afterward.

"Shit!"

"Fuck, that is awful!"

"How did he drink this!"

Even you, who drank strong coffee all day, every day, could not stand the sour bitterness of spotchka.

You and Fives quickly burst out laughing.

Fives squeezed you one last time before letting go.

"Thanks, Beanie. Now, excuse me while I order something to wash the vile taste from my mouth."

Your laughter was bright as Fives strode down the bar. You picked up your drink, dark and a little foamy on top, and took a sip. The sweetness from the coffee liqueur and simple syrup made you hum with happiness. You were glad Aayla had convinced you to come out tonight. You were having a lot of fun.

"Beanie!!"

A pair of arms swept around you, lifting you from the ground, squeezing you tight and ignoring you as you shrieked, "Careful!"

Hound grinned as he set you down. His long curls were unruly and tousled around his face, and his eyes were glassy with the effects of alcohol.

"It's so good to see you, Beanie!"

Your lips twitched. He had seen you yesterday morning. "You're lucky you didn't spill my drink, Hound."

He flapped his hand. "I'd get you a new one."

"Yes, you would."

"Maker, Hound, she's here to have fun, not deal with your drunk ass."

"I'm not drunk!"

You smiled, amused, into your drink. Hound very much was drunk, and Thire knew it, too.

"Sorry, Beanie."

"It's fine, guys. Honestly. You're here to have fun, too. So have fun."

"Let's dance, Beanie!"

And before you could say anything, to either accept or refuse, Hound had thrust your drink into Thire's hands and dragged you into the throngs. You could just barely hear Thire's yell as the beat of the bass began to rumble in your ears and chest.

Dancing with Hound was always fun. Dancing with a drunk Hound was a straight-up riot. The man was a good dancer even sober, but with the alcohol in his system, he seemed to lose all inhibitions. No move was too silly. No song was undanceable. No twist or turn was too wild and no one off-limits as a dance partner. One moment you found yourself being twirled around and another saw Hound shimmying towards a giggling Togruta with body chains across his chest.

To say Hound lost interest in you after that was an understatement.

You mentally chuckled. A hound, indeed.

After that, you were quick to weave your way off the dance floor. You spotted Thire over at a table with other members of the Coruscant Guard.

Including Fox.

"He ditch you?" Thire asked as you settled on Fox's side, eyes alight with amusement. He passed you your glass.

"Thoroughly." You sipped the martini, it being less foamy now, but no less delicious.

"Who was it?"

"A Togruta who is, and I say this with love, way out of his league."

Thire snorted.

"Good for him," Stone commented. "Better feel good tonight, cause he's not gonna feel good tomorrow."

"Him?? We're not gonna feel good tomorrow," Thorn groused, only half-joking. "We're the ones who have to listen to him bitch about the hangover."

You giggled lightly. Hound could be quite colorful and dramatic when suffering hangovers. You made a note to expect him tomorrow right at open, ready for a caffeine infusion.

Fox quietly chuckled as his brothers continued to wax poetic about how Hound could wax poetic about his hangovers. He wrapped an arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your temple.

"Decided on a night out?"

"Aayla did. Dragged me along. I was only semi-unwilling."

"General Secura's here? Explains why I haven't seen Bly."

You smiled. It made sense that Fox knew about them. Fox usually seemed to know, but you also knew that he and Bly were close.

"He's that way if you wanted to see him," you said, gesturing towards the other side of the dance floor.

Fox swallowed the sip of wine he'd taken before leaning down, lips brushing your jaw.

"And why would I go see him when you're standing right here?"

You shivered minutely. You could hardly believe just how much this man affected you. With just the smallest touch and quietly murmured, coy question, he'd made warmth bloom in your core. You took a swallow of your drink.

"I see your point."

Fox huffed a tiny laugh against your skin before kissing your cheek. His arm held you tighter.

"Would you stop?" a whine sounded. You and Fox looked at Thorn. "It's really demoralizing for us single folks."

Fox simply raised his wine glass back up. "So go away."

"Oh, Maker, they're not gonna kiss are they? I'm not drunk enough for this."

You'd think Thire was your child, the way he said it.

"If they do, I'm not sticking around to see it."

And that was Stone, slamming back his beer and making a swift getaway towards the bar. Thire was right behind him.

You and Fox stifled grins and laughter. His hand rubbed small circles on your waist.

"You gonna be able to open tomorrow?" Thorn asked, nodding towards your drink.

"Yeah, I'll be good," you said. "Tomorrow's reduced hours."

Even though you were open every day, two days a week were reduced hours at your coffee house. It allowed you to sleep in past dawn on occasion. And have the occasional afternoon off to run normal errands.

Or binge the most recent holoseries.

"She better be, we're planning on coming by tomorrow."

You grinned up at Wolffe, who sauntered towards the table. His facial expressions were looser and more relaxed than usual, and his grin was more openly teasing than when he was sober.

"Boost apparently has a new mug for me," you commented idly. The smile dropped right off of Wolffe's face. He remembered very well the other mug Boost had given you.

Fox didn't even bother to smother his smirk at the memory of it either.

Wolffe shot him the stink eye.

"I think Bly and his boys are going to be in tomorrow, too," you said, stifling your amusement. If only for Wolffe's sake.

"Cody said he was planning on being there in the afternoon. Knowing him, he'll drag Rex'ika in with him."

You visibly brightened at the possibility of seeing them all again so soon.

"Fox was going to give us a long lunch break tomorrow," Thorn said, happily ignoring his brother and commander's gaze.

"I'll consider it."

"Meaning he's already decided to do it," Wolffe said, smirking.

"Looks like I'll have a full house tomorrow," you mused. "Might close earlier. Make a private party out of it."

The boys all looked happy at the idea of that. Fox's hand lowered to squeeze your hip affectionately.

Wolffe and Thorn soon started talking about Wolffe's latest missions. You listened quietly, but contentedly. Fox was quiet too. You leaned more fully into his side as he kissed your temple.

"Don't be gross," Wolffe groused. The sparkle in his eye told you he was teasing.

You and Fox were nothing if not willing to give him shit back.

So Fox instantly turned you to him and kissed you fully.

He tasted of the wine he'd been drinking earlier. His tongue laved across your own, savoring the remnants of espresso and vodka. You could feel a hint of stubble against your cheek, and the strong weight of his arm around you. His kiss was like putting on noise-cancelling headphones. Blocking out your surroundings and amplifying the sensation of Fox. Just Fox. And the way he kissed you like he would never have enough.

"Oh, great."

You could practically hear Wolffe’s eye roll, mentally laughing. But Fox didn’t seem to care, hand pressing tighter to your hip to keep you in place. And you forgot all about Wolffe.

“Really?!”

Fox’s lips left yours, only to attach to the curve of your neck. You gasped a little and clenched your fingers where they'd gripped into his armor.

“Yeah, they’re disgusting aren’t they?”

“How do you put up with it?”

“Screaming and throwing up, mostly.”

Wolffe and Thorn’s voices faded as they left, Wolffe likely going to bleach his eyeballs with Thorn as moral support.

Fox’s lips curled into the barest smirk against your skin.

“Jackass,” you said, fondly.

Fox’s smirk widened, but he didn’t respond. He simply reconnected your lips.

And you forgot about everything else.

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You and Fox made your way back to your apartment not long after that, whistles and gags coming from the Wolfpack and Corries. You fluttered your lashes at them all while Fox flipped a rude finger their way.

Laughter, the thrum of the music, and the comfortable buzz of alcohol followed you out.

Fox was quick to kiss you when the door to your apartment closed, fingers cupping your neck tenderly enough to contrast with the heat of his lips. He hummed against you, other hand massaging your lower back.

"Remind me to thank General Secura for getting you to come out," he murmured against you. "You looked fantastic."

You hummed back, enjoying the simultaneous passion and languidness of the kiss.

"She got me the outfit, too."

"I owe her a gift."

Your giggles were muffled as he kissed you again.

And again.

But soon, he pulled back, nuzzling to your cheek, eyes closed and a small, content smile lingering on his lips.

"Bed?"

"Bed."

You and Fox went about your routines in comfortable silence. Fox removed his armor with practiced ease, despite his increasing tiredness. The armor was then placed, along with his body glove, in the trunk in your closet. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and climbed into bed. You smiled softly at the sight as you came out of the fresher. He was sprawled out, his curls flopped in a glorious mess over his face, which looked loose and sleepy.

He looked comfortable. Safe. At home.

"Can feel you staring, cyar'ika," he mumbled.

You went to the side of the bed and leaned down, smoothing back his hair. He cracked an eye open, humming when you kissed his forehead.

Maker, you loved this man.

"Coming?" Fox asked, voice rumbling with tiredness.

"Mhmm, lemme just change real quick."

You padded back into the fresher to finish your bedtime routine. You were done only a couple minutes later and went back into the bedroom to hear your pad ping quietly.

>Got yourself quite the fox, didn’t you?

You couldn’t help grinning sleepily at the comm from Aayla.

>You have no idea ;)

Aayla replied with a simple, resounding vomiting emoji.

You giggled.

Setting your pad aside, you sleepily began to tug on your pajamas, the alcohol buzz from the night long since calmed into a sleepy haze. But just as you went to leave your pad to charge, it pinged once more.

>FOX? Your partner is Commander FOX?!?

The message from Fives brought a tired smirk to your face.

>Still want to beat him up?

>Fuck.

You laughed quietly, tucked yourself into bed next to Fox, and fell asleep.

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tiktowafel · 1 year

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I'm not sure if you've done her, but I shall still still ask, any Headcanons for kinoko?

(this color choices in this coloring are so ugly, i'm sorry. i made it like two years ago. back then the idea that two fabrics of the same color can look good while touching each other was beyond my comprehension, and i also haven't bothered to look up how lolita dresses actually look like. please forgive me lol)

as a child she was rather insecure of her quirk (and the interest in mushrooms that came with it) because other kids thought it was gross and weird

however, seeing pro heroes confidently show their quirks to the public and base their entire personas around them no matter how strange they were, gave her the courage to act the same about her own. now she views her quirk as unique and cute rather than weird, and she wants to be as popular as possible in the future - she hopes that maybe some kids with "weird" quirks will also feel inspired by her

in general she tries to express her uniqueness as much as she can, which is why she loves the over-the-top and cutesy lolita fashion

but she'll also wear anything she finds cute, like overalls, the oversized sweater + miniskirt combo, basically anything with polka dots on it...

(she probably hates wearing her school uniform lol)

of course her room is also overwhelmingly cute and girly. the floor is covered with fluffy rugs and there are countless mushroom pillows and sanrio plushies lying around

despite her quirk not being capable of creating it (i think that her quirk can only create mushrooms, not all fungi), she finds mold very fascinating. if it wasn't a health hazard, she would probably keep her spoiled food to see what kinds of mold grow on it

she's a great cook - she can make almost anything... as long as it has mushrooms in it

scrambled egg with mushrooms? easy as pie! regular scrambled egg? might end with the dorm kitchen burning down. somehow.

she also likes gardening, even if there aren't any mushrooms involved. she helps Ibara take care of all her plants, the two of them also want to turn a small part of the lawn surrounding the dorm building into a garden

she's obsessed with romance

her bookshelves are filled with romance novels and shoujo manga (along with mushroom encyclopedias, of course)

and she loves playing matchmaker for her classmates, along with Setsuna, her best friend. they have a special secret notebook dedicated to various more or less ridiculous ships featuring their friends, and even though they don't treat the whole thing very seriously, the notebook's content might just... instantly kill any uninitiated person who looks inside

it's kind of funny because with her Shipper Goggles™ she can see romance literally everywhere while also completely failing to notice Kuroiro's crush on her. she even considers him her type!

acts very fangirly about her favorite idols and pro heroes, definitely runs some kind of blog filled with simping, heart emojis, reposted fanart, photos of her poster-decorated bedroom walls, and aesthetic edits

oh yeah and she definitely reads and writes romance fanfiction about them. sorry not sorry #yourfavelikesrpf

that's all i have for her, hope you enjoyed these hcs :)

#i don't like rpf but SHE WOULD and i don't want to lie to myself #btw the history of the kawaii style is really interesting and has a lot to do with stuff like #noncomformity and resisting japans strict expectations towards young girls #its pretty cool but i didnt know how to include it here without being too messy?#but yea i think kinoko would definitely appreciate the origins of her favorite aesthetic #bnha #class 1b #kinoko komori #komori kinoko #class 1b headcanons #tikto's headcanons #bnha headcanons

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thespineoftherighteous · 2 years

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seeing NBA players with their kids (go watch a compilation or two, that shit's precious) gets me thinking about, years and years down the line, Kevin and Matt bringing their kids (as toddlers) out on court before games for warmups or letting them hang out in the locker room before and after games and. just think about that for a minute

(for a hot second I forgot that Exy courts are very different from basketball courts and that they've got two layers of walls to that shit. forgive me)

Matt and Dan's kid is the life and soul of Matt's team. her parents' child through and through, she lives for that shit. she walks around the locker room like she owns it and everyone on the team lets her do as she pleases and treats her like a princess

(as they should i mean she's all but related to exy royalty)

Kevin's kid is a bit more shy and though she loves to follow her father around she gets overwhelmed at the beginning of every game by all the commotion and the noise and the people

(Matt's kids usually fight it but Kevin's daughter is usually good about keeping headphones on so the noise doesn't hurt their ears)

Kevin and Neil are on the same team for a while though and she's a lot more comfortable with Neil, so that helps. he lets her take his stall in the locker room and she sits on it like a throne, ignoring attempts at fist bumps from the team and giving everyone except Kevin and Neil icy glares to keep them at bay until she warms up to them

one time Matt and Kevin are playing each other and Matt's kid is on the court doing stretches and warming up with him and she catches a glimpse of Kevin and stands very still for like two minutes just staring at that side of the court trying to figure out if it's actually him. when she does confirm it's her uncle she takes off to go say hi and Matt shouts after her, loud enough for Kevin to hear, that he's disowning her for fraternizing with the enemy

Kevin is one time ambushed in the locker room at half time for an interview and so he does the whole thing while holding his daughter who has her face buried in his neck for all of it. the entire time you can see people moving around in the background and every time they'd pass behind Kevin they'd rub his kid's head or hand

Matt once did a post-game interview at a table with his son sitting on his lap and at one point an interviewer asked the kid a question (something simple and jokey like "how do you think your dad played today?" or "are you going to be an exy star when you grow up too?") and the kid just. went off. and started talking for like two full minutes and every time Matt would try and move the mic or tell him that's enough he'd just absently swat Matt's hand away. in the video you can just see Matt covering his face with his hand, his body shaking with laughter, and you can hear the entire room of reporters trying not to laugh at the kid because what he's saying is Very Important

(not pictured is Dan on the side dying. she takes a video and sends it to Nicky, telling him that he's not allowed to spend any more time with her son because look at what you've created)

Kevin and Matt are playing each other again and Dan is hanging out with Kevin's kid throughout the game. at the end Kevin crosses over the two layers of court wall to go pick her up and finds that Dan switched her out of the mini replica of Kevin's jersey that she was wearing into a mini one of Matt's jersey (because obviously her kids have mini Boyd jerseys) and Kevin is fully, genuinely horrified at seeing his child in his opponent's colors

Matt's kids just riding around on his shoulders, wading through pre and post game madness

Wymack is at one of Kevin's games and is watching over his granddaughter much in the same way Dan does and at the end of the game Kevin goes to pick her up and she squirms in his arms until he puts her down because he's "sticky and sweaty" and Wymack just scoops her up and tells her that he'll protect her from her gross, gross father

Andrew- very seriously- letting Matt's kid pull his glove off so they can fist bump

Matt and Kevin's daughter (the shy one) sitting next to each other on the side of the court, he's got a towel wrapped around his neck and he's leaning down a bit and listening very seriously to the spiel she's delivering (they're on the jumbotron. everyone is melting.)

Matt walking over to the VIP seats to do a handshake with his son before entering the court for the game

Andrew and Kevin wind up on the same team. Andrew gets mildly injured and has to sit out for a game or two and Coach is at one of those games. there's a very popular photo taken on that day of Kevin's daughter sitting in between Wymack and Andrew and they all look intimidating as hell. (she has both of her tiny arms taking up all the space on the armrests that she shares with both men so anyone who looks at the picture can immediately tell who's boss out of the three)

my brain is still whirring but I'll stop

#halfway thru writing this shit i went 'hm yes but unlike basketball‚ exy is hella violent are they even bringing their kids to this shit?'#like they have their kids there watching as they get pummelled against the plexiglass?#idek how in character some or this is for Kevin #i imagine he's a very different person in his thirties (esp given fatherhood and shit) than he was as a 20 year old #so who can tell if it's in character for 34 year old Kevin?#I'm taking it though #anyway fully totally completely obsessed with the idea of this #the boys and their kids #multiple times writing these i had to close my eyes and put my fist to my mouth just because the mental images were too much for me #and my delicate heart #kevin day #matt boyd #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #tfc #mine aftg

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Ok.

I wanna talk about the ice queendom designs.

This one’s adorable, that’s all I gotta say. My girl is snug as a bug. Good for her!

Tbh I don’t hate this design. Don’t like it either. Firstly, girl, you’re a carpenter’s dream. Flat as a board, those sunglasses you’ve got perched on your unneeded chest window(????????? I DONT EVEN KNOW IF THATS WHAT THAT IS) are gonna fall out of there! Also, a little excessive on the belts/straps. And good god are her tights made from iron? They’re shiny as fuck

I don’t like this design. “But that’s the point lol it’s Weiss’s conscious or whatever the fuck I don’t remember shit that happened in this anime,” don’t care this design is ass. The cat gloves look ugly. The belt around the neck is sending me like girl you are going to get choked. The random stitches. I like the fact there’s not 20 different shades of the same color being thrown at us like canon has been doing but here the colors are just not being used well. For the love of god, put my girl in something decent please.

Oh wait. This isn’t her only design.

Look I don’t… hate it. Adam’s original design is fucking banger already. But. HOW DO YOU FUCK UP WHAT’S NOT EVEN BROKEN THIS BADLY

The boots. Oh my god those fucking boots. Ew. Ew. Ew. Girl it looks like you stuck your feet in a griller at a KFC. How do you walk in that. How. Genuinely. How. How. How. YOU ARE GOING TO FALL.

The gloves somehow got worse. Her tail makes it look like she got electrocuted. Those are barely even fucking booty shorts at this point and the thigh highs don’t help. Combined with the fact this fit produced one of the weirdest takes I’ve seen in the fandom yet (from my understanding… might’ve been reading it wrong but you really don’t wanna know), this fit… I still like it better than the first one. Blake rocks the mask.

Finally… some good fucking food. While the brown will never not irk me, points are restored by putting Yang in a ponytail. Hallelujah.

Though I don’t like her pants. Why is only one leg covered. Why. It looks BAD. You don’t need exposed thigh for every female design, folks.

But I also wanna look at the recent dress we got.

Again. Ruby? You’re doing so good babygirl. Kisses.

Weiss? Ew. Ew ew ew. Easily my least favorite. Go girl give us nothing. Why do we keep trying to make her look so youthful and innocent and cute? Especially in the “She is MEGA racist here” anime? It’s gross as shit. Especially given other parts of her character, where I feel like this weird infantilization (forgive me if that’s the wrong word) is just… bleh.

I also don’t really like Blake’s. I’m so sorry they keep putting you in these things girl. Too many flowers. Too many shades. Bleh.

YANG!!!!! First off I love her hair. Thank you. It looks so big and bright and AUGHH also super cute dress. It’s giving southern wine aunt that’ll play board games with you… not a bad thing.

One of two design posts for today. Other will be out shortly.

#rwde

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sphinxwalker-when · 1 year

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I’m not sure how many of my followers play or care about Minecraft, but as a data pack developer and someone who’s job is to create Minecraft content, I want to talk about something very concerning.

Today, Minecraft revealed that in an upcoming update, they will be adding Piglin Heads as a decorative block, and along with all the other heads that already exist in the game, it would be given the ability to, when placed on a Note Block, make the Note Block make the noises of the creature who’s head is on it.

If you’re not familiar with Minecraft, you might not really care, or maybe if you do play, you’re thinking “So what? We already have like, Zombie Heads? One more sounds cool enough.”

Except Piglins are very distinct from something like Zombies. Piglins are intelligent, and participate in an organized civilization.

In Minecraft, Piglins live in the Nether, which was recently updated to be much less like a direct Hell, and more like a complex superwarm underground ecosystem, with actual life outside of souls or undead in the form of Fungi, Striders that walk upon the lava, and Piglins: bipedal pig-people.

Piglins live in the ruins of Bastions, clearly ancestral homes of an aged mining empire. They are known for liking and hoarding Gold. However there’s a lot more to them than that: Piglins wear leather clothes that they craft by hunting Hoglins, which are like giant boars. They farm Nether Wart to brew Fire Resistance Potions. They dance, and have an understanding of value in commerce--they know that if the player gives them gold (even if they’re mad at the player) that they should offer something in return. They have a military hierarchy, with Brutes being classified as guardians that wear more significant armor, and are not forgiving of invaders, only being stationed to protect their treasure.

This is an intelligent civilization. Semi-primitive, sure, but they have society. That they are hostile if the player doesn’t wear gold doesn’t strip them of intelligence. They they are an opponent that can be fought, killed, and stolen from doesn’t diminish their intelligence, however even then there are clear mechanics at play that discourage killing them, such as their sense of community when attacked and the fact that they don’t drop any loot when killed. Adding a feature that allows the player to hunt them, and then to mount their heads as trophies? That is horrific. It degrades them as an intelligent people. If Villager Heads were added to the game, it would be disturbing and gross. Why not for Piglins, who exemplify many of the same traits as Villagers including commerce, farming, clothing, community, military, and construction?

Piglin Heads should not be a thing. At the very least, they should be obtained via loot chests, not from the usual manner as with Zombies or Skeletons, or worse, Wither Skeletons. However more seriously, I think they should explicitly not be real Piglin Heads at all, but rather a Piglin Mask, or Golden Piglin Head--something that they might make as part of their culture.

Minecraft 1.20 doesn’t yet have an Update Name, but it is explicitly focused on representation and inclusion--this comes in the form of adding more default player skins for different skin colors and nationalities, making bamboo ( a very versatile real-world resource) into a crafting ingredient with all the same uses as wood, and adding camels, just because people in the world live in places that have camels. But Minecraft is even more than that--they have shown repeatedly that they care about the impacts their game has on how we view the world, which is why Frogs do not eat fireflies as they were originally planned to.

Please Mojang, give Piglins respect as an intelligent civilization. Fight them, steal from them, but don’t glorify their deaths with stuffed heads as trophies.

#minecraft #piglin #1.20 #snapshot #heads #note blocks #redstone #terralith #mojang

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rulerzreachf4n7 · 2 months

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Rating the infamous TOH comics +2 that I wanted to add cause I'm fucking bored and I've been procrastinating this post for nearly a month now

If you are uncomfortable with NSFW related content or the following under here

The word "porn" alot

Incest

Pedophilia

Then please do not click on this, for legal reasons obviously I won't show you any pictures from any comics that included the minor version of the cast, if your morbid curiosity wants to search these up then so be it, it's very easy to find any of these comics, do not blame me for this or this post if you get traumatized by seeing teenagers fucking each other, that's on you pookie 😜

Sup! If any of that shit doesn't phase you then let's dive right in! This list is from the least graphic to the most graphic, it's of all the 3 most "traumatizing" TOH porn comics but I've discovered few more that are WAAAY more traumatizing, and like I said, no graphic images, just the banner/title card for the comic

5. Bubble bath made by Kimchi on Twitter

This isn't the banner since I've looked fucking everywhere for it but I couldn't find any, just thought I add it cause it's made by Kimchi and the comic has Gus and Hunter in it

Synopsis: Gus sneaks into the bathroom as Hunter takes a bath, seemingly wanting him to be his mentor for learning about puberty, sex, and porn

Rating: 5/10

This is the most tamest comic even though most people claim it to be traumatizing, it's suppost to be upsetting, I know that, but unfortunately for you I'm not so phased or "traumatized" by porn so it's getting a five, and also the whole comics in black and white so it's very hard to make out what position they're in, even though there is a colored version, which would still make me rate it a five no matter what, and unlike the others in this list the proportions of their penises are actually realistic, or at least not huge as most comics would make them look like

4. First Night Together by Namy Gaga

The history of me finding this comic is fucking bizarre, but I'll try to shorten it, basically, me, trying to find crossover art, found art, I look in account, scroll down, person posted CP of lumity (censored ofc), scroll down more, posted censored version of the comic, dumbass forgot to put one panel, the account was supposedly old and they took down all the posts

Synopsis: After the events if kkoht (Knock Knock on Hootys Door) Luz and Amity are dating, but Luz gets stressed over her mom, the echo mouse, and the portal door, Amity tries to calm down Luz with a kiss, but she gets horny instead

Rating: 6-7/10

Definitely a step into more graphic comic, it's not super graphic but just gross, this one specifically is the most infamous of the three, and there's really not that much, just like the bubble bath, Amity and Luz aren't sexualized and have decent proportions with their breasts, maybe a bit bigger but I'm not sure how fucking large 14 y/os breasts are supposed to be on average

3. My Luz by Danger Art on Patreon + one of the extra comics

This first and last one sadly that Luz and Amity are actually adults

Synopsis: Amity is frustrated that she can't fully turn into her abomination form and it's her 19th birthday, her and Luz both contemplate breaking up due to collage, until Luz catches Amity masturbating while bathing

Rating: 7/10

Not gonna lie pretty graphic, nothing too gross but just serviceable, also once Amity turns into her abomination she grows a dick??? What the fuck 💀💀, and also the synopsis for this was actually really cool and so was the comic itself, the proportions where a bit iffy for this but it's forgiveable

2. The Veenter secret by Ruddyrzaq on Patreon I think?? Not sure really where they posted it

What bugs me the most is at the top in VERY small font it says the characters are fictional and over the age of 18 even though this takes place during TTT (thanks to them) which they are still MINORS, just gives me icky vibes, and it's also supposedly revenge porn...not sure bout that really

Synopsis: Amity leaves Hunter and Vee in the shack to clean up as she, Gus, and Willow search Gravesfield for clues, Vee confesses to Hunter about having a crush on him and they both get horny

Rating: 8/10

This is truly disgusting, the first time I was gonna read it it was on my computer, it bugged a bit, SHIT JUMPSCARED ME WITH NAKED VEE, couldn't touch my computer for like three days, anyways, ended up reading it, VERY GRAPHIC, really did a full 180 not gonna lie, and it also has some like, borderline lesbianohobia, cause in the end Vee shapeshifts into Amity (for some context Vee wanted to do roleplay sex and shape shifted into Luz, Willow, and Amity) and Amity's a lesbian...even if it's Vee is just really gross to think about it, and yeah, do not recommend this piece of shit, also there's another one called The Amiter secret, even though it has nothing to do with Hunter x Amity, I couldn't find the full comic except some panels of it on google, and I'm not wasting my time to download Patreon so it's on them not me, and it oversexualized Hunter and Vee so yeah...

1. 15 minutes in heaven made by Nsfani on I'm not sure where actually, I found this on NovelCrow so maybe there? + one of the extra comics

I. Hate. This. Comic

Synopsis: Eda gets fed up with running away so she let's Lilith capture her for the coven, under one circumstance, she has to spend 15 minutes in heaven

Rating: 1000000/10

I FUCKING HATE THIS WHERE DO I BEGIN?!! okay, not only are they oversexualized, IT'S INCEST?? it's basically just incest porn, Eda somehow has a dick as well, and there's this weird part that Eda straight up starts fucking herself, NOT EVEN JOKING THIS COMIC IS SO GRAPHIC I DON'T EVEN WANNA SHOW IT EVEN IF I WANTED TO, and it's like super kinky and Eda fucking fists Lilith, ew, it's just gross and graphic

And that is it my Ladies, Bros, Not Binary folks, I'll do myself a favor and bleach my eyes cause these where painful to read and their entirety

#the owl house #toh #lumity #huntlow #veenter #guster #my posts:3

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blackstarising · 1 year

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Okay.

We’re three episodes in. I have to know your Lasso thoughts. I miss your commentary! 😭

hi! honesty hour:

I don't have any thoughts. at all.

because I haven't been watching the show.

at all.

I haven't even seen any of the trailers. and I haven't, because I can't.

it's just hard, now. season 2 and its aftermath was so, so hard. and the off-season was even harder.

I want to believe that season 3 will be better, that it's caught it's blind spots, but I don't think I'm ready. I just feel like there was this mask-off behavior that rose up during season 2.

seeing the visceral disgust that went past the age difference when it came to sam and rebecca.

the adoration of roy's anger contrasted with the demonification of nate's anger.

having to keep asking, again and again, why rebecca and jamie were worthy of forgiveness while nate wasn't.

seeing characters like sam and dani be relegated to being Cute and Super Positive but not being given as much freedom (cr. @hazelbeewitched) both inside and outside the narrative to express any other emotions or desires outside of that.

between the 'ew!!!! samrebecca is soooooo gross' and 'i hope nate gets skinned ALIVE' posts, I had to unfollow the ted lasso subreddit entirely.

and all the while juxtaposing all of this with that with this almost-enforced metanarrative that ted lasso is this Really Positive Show with these Really Cute Moments, See? look at these cute moments! biscuits with the boss! diamond dogs! futból is life! mustache! ted! don't ruin this cute show, please!!!!!

some people have the luxury of letting this show be an escape. I don't, apparently.

this is not me saying, like, the show is Beyond Hope and I'll never watch it again. and I'm not saying the show should be boycotted, I genuinely want to believe season 3 can and should do better by the people of color in the narrative and in its audience.

it's just personally gonna take me a minute. or five.

#ted lasso #that being said stephanie i've enjoyed your liveblogs 🥺#and ted is still pretty!! we still yearn and we still move!!! i'm just tiredt 🤧

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not a gotcha but i dont believe i understand what definition of cult you are using. im assuming the thrust of the argument is denouncing all interconnected groups that cast off social norms together is throwing the baby out with the bath water? so i am assuming that your usage differs from the (in use but still flawed) BITE model.

ja imo the BITE model would be better aimed at the USA government or Christian church. It is a useful set of questions to ask - I can't help but find it particularly evocative though - everything it warns about is a basic feature of the USA. It's hard for me to imagine being the academic hashing all that out & not once going "hm how to disambiguate this from … every single mainstream institution in this nation and 90% of every other…hm"

It's great if reading over BITE gets someone out of a bad scene,

but I do despise, will always have to despise, the basic lazy ignorant common stupidity at its core. It's not a point of order or a quibble about words, it's that my loved ones were murdered and kidnapped by the police because people shut off the idea that MAYBE WE SHOULDN'T DO THIS if their targets "deserve" it.

the depth of ignorance it's allowing the rest of the abusing mind controllers to sink to rather overturns whatever forgiveness I'd otherwise have for those who use the term in its popular form.

past words that have undergone this transformation: villain (means villager) heathen (means rural) pagan (means bumpkin) gay / queer / et al (means pervert, child abuser, rapist, mind controller) negro (means lazy rapist, quasi-communist, Old Gods adjacent)

it goes onnnnnnnn & on & on & on.

there's a book called Strange Gods from the 70s? or 80s? forget exactly, that gently plead for sanity from USAns, trying to show how butt-fucking-simple the switch from "black" or "foreigner" to "CULT CULT CULT" was but… its dream (people not being stupid) along with mine (people not being evil) dies 😭 under the sheer tonnage of american shittiness and eagerness to please the Lairds

it's not that I care that y'all are mostly evil, it's that the blank stupidity of it is vexing & all the cultists I know personally, even the shitty ones, are better people on average and out of habit. would never repeat the insane & ugly fibs that normal people feel okay to spread - while their elected officials & religious officers do everything they claim to stop us doing, in full lust & no shame.

it'd piss me off less if the main voices for these fibs weren't so typical and gross about it, spewing nazi talking points in church lady tones.

the 1980s were bad, conservative kids were scary and violent, but y'all? y'all are the rightest wing "generation" yet! playing by the playbook but wearing team colors! acting out all the behaviors that you're claiming to oppose & spreading all the old lies in exchange for nothing more valuable than a brief orgasmic feeling of having been Wrong (the exact same feeling as being 'Right' prior to discovery that one has been uncritical and thus duped into becoming an important nazi asset)

I try to be good about it, I try to be wise, but I'm not good or wise, so I'm angry and full of hate too, along with them. it's a regular thing for me. "they're full of potenti- oof. okay. they're rightfully angry beca- oof, okay. they're lashing out at who's close at hand because they're scared. it sucks and they are starting to suck, but oka-oof, no that's not okay." and o n a n d o n

when it comes down to it, it's okay. it's fine. for me, I mean. I have the benefits, live in the benefits of good & natural human life. For you it's a disaster. You will not have the grounding, experience, natural ease, or security of the cult when times get lean. You won't know how to interact or trust. You won't know how to disperse and coalesce, you don't know how to keep your identities under control. So many of you still clearly think that another rollicking vote will set things ship-shape. A huge number of you still use "weird" to mean "bad". It's normal! but normal is bad. Duh! even straight kids knew that in the 20th century. SIGH.

You won't know how to fight, which is bad, but way worse: you don't know whom to fight. Which Is Deadly. I don't see a way out for many of y'all. You know that the machine you're living in hates you, but you haven't figured out how it got you to hate you, initially.

Most of the people from my gang wouldn't get angry about it - that's a difference between me & them - but it's because they wrote you all off a long time ago. "Dead alive". "Dead world".

fucking hell they're right and I'm wrong. I wanted to think that you could pass through some more new-fangled stages of being and come out "good" for it, but, that's not going to happen, is it?

not one of you is going to actually fight the cops, you're all going to attack whomever's close at hand & undefended, right? the next-lowest-sexuality or whatever. the flag teams. you'll call the police so you can get back to making important posts.

god I am so disappointed in the lot of you. Can you imagine the experience of watching people go "HM NO THIS WIKIPEDIA LINK DEFINES IT AS"?

the slide toward the modern definition is very recent, and very researchable. I think it's interesting to do that work - I don't mind that not many other people do. However. If you don't do that work and comment in the typical honkey way, I judge and hate you forever. Maybe not fair! but it is at least simple - and safer than continuing to believe in the "quality of young people". It was stupid of me to think there was a point to trying to share anything with y'all.

my bad!

tumblr cult claims a lot about itself but it's a big liar. tumblr cult's not only guilty of all its white dad's crimes & abuses: in emulation of Obama the Saviour, tumblr has perfected the art of targeting previously ambiguous Offenders, and freely given this science to the Overlords, while ever busily expanding the reach these abuses can attain and the damage they can cause.

tl;dr: y'all're too in love with the cops and the church

the revolution went on without you, but you keep looking at your phone for a signal

#it is truly amazing how many people ramp up the nazi talk when their right buttons are pushed #it would be a lie to pretend I don't hate back powerfully in response #it would be a lie to claim I'd never made decisions based on that hate

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MAGIC SHOP FIC MAGIC SHOP FIC MAGIC SHOP FIC you are a great glowing star in this overheating universe. Please don’t feel pressured here, you write whatever you want whenever you want, but I have loved all of your fics with such fervor and I just know I’ll adore this one should you decide to publish it one day 😁😁😁

I would really really like to! I've been working on it suuuuuper slowly between a bunch of fest fics (I signed up for four fests this fall? mistakes might have been made) but I'd definitely like to post it one day. Here's a little sneak peak (unedited, so please forgive any mistakes)

The awning he’s tucked under belongs to a tea shop. That’s what the sign says, The Tea Shop, hung above a door trimmed in faded, weather-worn red. The front window is foggy with condensation, and there’s a sign that says Open! in bubbly, hand-painted letters, and no one is coming or going—it looks empty, actually, little round tables sad and bare and lonely. Like maybe it’s been forgotten too in the bustling scrum of the city. Lost boy and lost shop, both hollowed out by the grey of the storm.

He laughs a little at that, not at all funny, and shivers. At this rate he’ll be sick too, and he can’t spare the time or the energy to be sick. He puts one stinging palm against the glass door and pushes it open. One empty building is as good a place to weather the storm as any other.

There’s no bell, just the whoosh of water behind him and then the muffled quiet when the door clicks shut in his wake. It’s a small room, deeper than it is wide, mismatched chairs crowded around half a dozen round tables. Hanging planters drip long fronds of greenery from the ceiling and the walls are crowded with photographs of places that aren’t here, except for in the back where there’s a register and a glass pastry case and an espresso machine, incongruously sleek and modern in the midst of all the warm wood and soft lighting and cushions. The back wall is all shelves, jars and jars and jars of tea leaves stacked all the way up to the ceiling. The board hanging above the counter lists out tea blends and coffee drinks in thousand-won increments, rices hand-written and neat.

Also, there’s a boy.

“Hello,” says the boy. He’s staring at Jungkook with open curiosity, gaze steady and even and oddly weighty. He sounds a little surprised.

“Um,” says Jungkook, blinking, suddenly miles removed from the cold outside and intimately aware of his gross, drippy, probably-ruined clothes puddling water over the floor. “Hi.”

He’s pretty, the boy. Cotton candy hair and soft cheeks and a strong chin and those weighty eyes, like he’s seeing Jungkook all the way through, all those layers and packing boxes and nesting doll shells. There’s an odd, stalled-out moment where they’re both caught staring at each other, stuck like a scratched record, and then the boy smiles and time stutters forward again. He’s even prettier when he smiles, eyes crinkling in lovely little crescents, face going bright with a light that catches in Jungkook’s chest, hooked right under his rib cage, and the too-big-for-his-skin feeling is back but in a nice sort of way, like it’s okay that he’s too big for his skin in this cozy, quiet little tea shop.

It’s weird. Not bad, though.

“What can I get you?” asks the pretty, smiling boy, dragging around his vowels, soft and a little low, and the fishhook feeling in Jungkook’s chest goes taut and tugging. It’s been so long since he’s heard his own accent reflected back at him; he’s been trying desperately to lose it and only sort of succeeding, another layer to drag on every morning. He trips forward over his own feet, up to the counter to see the teas and the pastries and the stranger who sounds like Busan.

Up close, there are a lot of teas. Most of them have names he doesn’t recognize, grouped in categories he’s heard of but doesn’t know anything about. He stares at long lists of green teas and white teas and black teas and red teas and teas that aren’t colors at all, teas that come in cakes and teas that come loose and teas with hanja in their names and English in their names and—

“If you’d like,” says the boy, startling him from his staring, “you can sit down and I’ll bring you something. I’m pretty good at guessing. It can be a lot.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook says, and he means about it being a lot and he means about letting the boy pick too. “Yeah, sure, just. I’ll take whatever.”

“Something warm, maybe,” says the boy, and it takes Jungkook half a moment too long to realize it’s a joke.

“Um,” he says, face hot. “Yes. Please.”

The boy smiles and hums and makes a gesture, like sit anywhere, so Jungkook picks a table with a big yellowy armchair that feels like it could swallow him whole. He sinks into it, damp and awkward, and watches the boy drag a ladder over, the kind you see in movies and old libraries. He climbs up to pick a jar almost at the ceiling and slides down again, quick and sure and graceful. Jungkook watches him, entranced, and is halfway to dragging his feet up under him before he remembers his shoes are soaked, and he spends an awkward minute fretting about whether or not he should take them off so he can curl himself deep into the chair or keep perching awkwardly at the edge. Fuzzy grey rainlight filters in from outside, cool against the warmth of the shop lighting. It feels like the cozy of a seastorm, tucked away inside where the water can’t get you. Maybe that’s why he bends over to pick at the knots of his off-brand dress shoes until they come undone, or maybe it’s the spicy-sweet smell of something half remembered, or maybe it’s the pretty boy with the familiar accent, glancing up with a smile when Jungkook looks over. Jungkook works one shoe off and then the other and folds himself up between the wings of the chair, small and contained in a nice sort of way.

Everything about this is nice. He presses a hand against his sternum and the chalky, calcified cramp of his lungs softens a little, enough that he can breathe all the way in for the first time all day. The relief of it pricks at the corners of his eyes.

“Try this,” says the boy when he comes over, setting down mug and saucer and sugar stick, crystals the deep amber of honeycomb. Jungkook lifts the mug, heavy and warm against his fingers, watching the steam rise in wispy curls that look almost like little animals, leaping dolphins and curling cats with long smokey tails. A smile twitches at his lips at the marvelous impossibility. He tries the tea.

“Oh.” He expected something bitter, maybe, to match the earthy red-brown of the drink, but it’s not. It’s sharp, a little sweet even without the sugar, mellow at the back of his tongue like sucking on a spoonful of honey. The warmth of it slips down his throat and into his belly, warming him from the inside out. It’s perfect; he hadn’t known it was what he wanted but now he can’t imagine having wanted anything else. “Oh, it’s really good. Thank you.”

“Ah, you’re welcome.” The boy beams, that lit-up look again, nearly as warm as the tea. “Stay as long as you need. It looks pretty awful out there.”

“Thank you,” says Jungkook again, quiet, and the boy smiles and disappears behind the counter.

#it's been my Peak comfort project for almost a year now I've really enjoyed writing it #I'd like to share it one day #asked #snippets #my writing

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Can we get more of camilo and dulce? They're cute together

Oh my god I just REMEMBERED Dulce! From THIS ask!

Let's do how they met (at least, romantically)

"Ugh, I can't work like this."

"Camilo please, WORK with me here!"

Camilo was a big deal pretty much everywhere he went. He was a big deal as the first Madrigal grandson, he was a big deal to the kids as a top notch babysitter, and in the local theater, he was pretty much the IT guy. Your play wasn't a play without him, and EVERYONE knew it. And so far, Camilo was not feeling this one. He had to pause several times, and this time, he needed a juice break to properly deal with it. Edward, the director of this particular act, was NOT a vibe right now, totally freaking out at every little thing.

"Look, Edward, I'm just not feeling it."

The leading lady (or leading trainwreck, as he tended to call her) huffed, arms folded over her chest. Edward fixed his hair, and his voice was sounding desperate now.

"What is it? Is it the lighting? Is the stage hands? Oh god is it the story?"

"No no, story is classic. Two princes falling for one girl, it's a cliché, but a good one. Is it perfect? No, but I love a good romance. Unfortunately, that's not the issue. It's her."

He gestured to her, and she clutched her pearls so tight, they'd probably snap.

"I'M playing my part! When we get to the kiss scene, you just flop!"

Camilo took a good sip of his juice, handing the empty glass to some poor unfortunate soul.

"You wanna know HOW I know your tìa is Pezmuerto? You kiss like her dead fish."

Oh the shocked gasps. She was SO pissed, she had to have someone pull her back. Her claws were an inch from his face at most, but he just stood there, picking the grime out of his nails as she screamed.

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK! THAT FISH WAS-"

"Yeah yeah- look, you can't act. I could forgive that, if you weren't just walking dick repellent. Edward, amigo,"

He flicked whatever dirt was in his nails at her face, ignoring her screeching, for the sake of looking at the downtrotted director.

"Either she walks, or I will. I want a new leading lady."

"Oh Dios- WHERE am I gonna find a leading lady at THIS short notice? Getting her to remember her lines, fit her for clothes, for choreography..."

Camilo stopped listening. He hated it when they rambled, especially over stupid shit. It wasn't that big of a deal, just get him a pretty lady to...

"Well hello gorgeous."

The chocolate cake on that table was calling his fucking name. He didn't even excuse himself as he hopped over to the snack table, and started to help himself. Acting AND using his powers all day made a guy hungry.

"You got frosting on your face."

He turned to look at Dulce. She was the lady who had been catering this whole thing, and honestly, Camilo liked her. She handed him a napkin, and he grinned as he wiped his face.

"Hey, take it as a compliment, most girls wish I was eating their cake."

"Pfft. Gross."

He liked her smile. She always wore that white lipstick, same color as her dreads and light brown nails. She was loud, but in a muted way. She definitely caught your eye when you saw her. He watched her add more baked goods to the somewhat barren table, and an idea popped in his head. He grabbed a pineapple empanada, and nodded at her.

"Hey, you watch this play a lot, you know it. The dancing and the songs and all that?"

"I'd say so. I kinda can't leave till it's all over, so I watch. It's sweet. Even if some of the cast isn't."

God this couldn't be any easier. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, and next thing he knew, he was looming over the shorter woman, pretty much pinning her against the wall. Not that she seemed scared. If anything, she looked amused.

"You sure it's not because it's ME who's center stage? I've had people tell me that before."

She looked so amused by him, like he was telling a joke.

"You ARE fun when you're on your breaks. You sneak around like a child, acting like I'll spank you if I catch you eating snacks that are totally free."

"What I'm hearing is you've thought about spanking me, pervert."

He liked talking to her. It was a little game of cat and mouse that made this all more fun. He had chemistry with her. Oh my god he had chemistry with her. He cut her off from her turn, despite how rude it was.

"You got stage fright?"

"Not a bit. Why?"

Perfect. He finished his empanada, took her hand (he felt little cookie crumbs against his skin by doing so), and took her out to stage.

"Edward. We're gonna try this scene again, me and Dulce."

There was muttering amongst everyone, as if this was just the worst idea. Dulce looked him up and down, like he just went mad.

"Hey, whoa, I didn't say I was gonna do this. I'm not exactly a dancer, dude. Thanks, but no thanks."

She was about to head backstage, when the former lead actress just had to open her fish mouth.

"Good, stage would break with a heifer like that."

Camilo watched as she stopped in place. Oh, she was angry. Dulce turned around, fists clenched and clearly telling herself that the bitch wasn't worth it.

"Fuck it. Start the music before I kill somebody."

God she was pretty when she was angry. The violinists started, as did the pianists. He watched as she took a deep breath, before starting.

"If this is what you call a honeymoon, pacing about our deperate rooms, running from our elaborate ruse, we're doomed! Please forgive me, 'your grace'",

He almost didn't catch up to her. Her voice was loud, but not bellowing (though he could tell she could hit those low notes, and he loved that in a woman), enough to be heard echoing through the hall.

"Your grace-"

"Can't even look me in the face!"

He reached for her hand, and she accepted it. Her feet weren't up to par with his, but as long as he went a little slow, she could catch up.

"That's not true-"

"And now I must lie in the mess you made!"

She was feeling it. She was feeling her character, enraged, confused, longing and conflicted all at once. And he was right there, voice alongside hers, feeling it.

"The mess WE made!"

"It was YOUR mistake! You kissed me in the maze!"

"I was prepared to take my life that day!"

They were bouncing off of each other like you wouldn't believe. Is that what it was like, acting with someone you actually got along with?

"I stole your fate!"

"I stole YOUR fate!"

"No I stole your faaate!~"

She was looking at him with those sweet, chocolate eyes of hers. She had heard him sing a million times, but he could tell, up close and personal, hit way different. They were facing each other now, and her hands felt so warm in his own. His forehead was pressed against hers now, he could smell all the yeast and sugar that just made him terribly hungry.

"And now you're forced to love a man you hate..."

What DID she think about him? Was he just some prick? Was he cool? Was the passion in her voice...real?

"Camilo..."

"And I know you don't feel the same,"

He put her hands up to his chest, and he was terrified that she'd be able to feel his beating heart.

"But I burn for you."

He let the 'burn' part draw out, clearly demanding all the attention.

"You burn for me?"

"I burn,"

"I burn for you~"

He had no idea he could sing so in harmony with him. No idea her nose against his made his mind drift away. He was about to kiss her, as the play demanded of him, when she did it all by herself. She practically yanked his hands down to make it happen, and he went stiff as a board. Her lips were so soft, her body was so full and warm. He didn't want it to end. But when she inevitably did, he was swooning. Her lipstick smeared, and it tasted like marshmallows. The music had cut off, leaving them gawking at one another. Once it clicked what happened, he let go of her, and looked at Edward, gesturing to her as he wiped the smear from his lip.

"Edward, get this girl's measurements, she's with me."

"WHAT?!"

Of course there were complaints, but he certaintly didn't give two shits. Dulce raised a brow at him, as if his words didn't make sense.

"You. Want me to do this play? I've never done this sorta thing."

"I like the energy, that's all I need. Why, do you NOT wanna help the play?"

"I get paid to cater it, not act in it."

He covered his mouth a bit as he gestuered to the still fuming bitch next to them.

"She'd REALLY hate it if you said yes. She's only in this for the kiss scene."

She thought about it. He thought maybe she'd be too mature for this. He was glad he was wrong.

"Alright, I'm in."

"ESO!"

He snapped his fingers in celebration, not giving a single shit over the scramble that this caused.

This was gonna be sweet.

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"So what if this play bombs?"

"It won't. So long as it's me who's playing."

She chuckled. It was late at night, and after a LONG day of trying to adjust to her new role, Camilo was sweet enough (and hungry enough, given that he kept eating the leftovers) to walk her home. She appreciated it, mainly because she needed the reassurance. She'd still have to tell her mom what she was up to, and she was kinda nervous. Her mom was sort of a business only type of lady, and she'd hate to disappoint anyone.

"I'm really surprised you don't care this much."

"Oh no I care. But if I flip out, everyone else will. Hell, you're already ansty, when you got no reason to be. I got you. All YOU gotta do, is be you. Oh and keep up with these snacks, they're good as hell."

"Is that the only reason you like me?"

She meant it as a joke, obviously, but the poor guy genuinely looked saddened by her words.

"What? No. You're like, my favorite person there. You're witty, you're fun, you're a damn bombshell, what ISN'T to like about you?"

She couldn't help but feel kinda flattered. She didn't care about popularity exactly, but having a big shot like Camilo say such nice things about her? It was kinda sweet. They stopped right in front of her house, and she could smell mom making estofado inside. Camilo smelled it too, given the absolute blissful look on his face. She gently nudged him with her hip.

"Sorry, THAT food is all mine."

"Alright, greedy bitch, I get it."

He pretended to act offended, but his smirk betrayed him. She put her hand on his arm, gently squeezing.

"If I could let you in, I would. I REALLY appreciate you sticking up for me today, AND trusting me enough to give me such an important part. I don't wanna disappoint you."

Camilo, sensing that she was reaching out to him emotionally, brought his forehead to hers. She liked how soft his hair felt against her skin. It smelled like cinnamon and oranges.

"You won't. No matter what happens. Though, if you wanna practice after the rehearsals, that might help us a lot. Could take you out, get some drinks, go dancing."

"Sounds like you just wanna take me on a date."

"So what if I do?"

"Then say it, hombre."

His stupid smile.

"Alright. I wanna take you on a date. A lot of dates, honestly. Assuming you can handle all the jealousy you'll get out of it."

"Think I can manage anything you throw at me, Camilo."

She knew exactly what he wanted. He was trying to read her, see if she'd let him. And she absolutely would. He held onto her face, and kissed her. It was gentle, letting her know she could pull away at any second. When she, instead, pulled him by his ruana, he REALLY got into it. He sighed into it, and something told her he had been wanting this for a long, long time. She didn't know how it happened, but she ended up wrapping her arms around her neck, and his hands fell at the small of her back.

She reached up to dig her nails into his hair, and she heard him mutter a swear against her lips. He LIKED that, and she sort of felt flustered, knowing this new information. Camilo was about to get frisky at being provoked so, when-

"Dulce! I know you're here, get inside! It's cold!"

Camilo, although hesitant, pulled away, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his head.

"I'll uh. See you around. Don't wanna get your mamá mad."

His face was red, her lipstick smeared over his lips were white- he looked like the cutest strawberry shortcake. She chuckled, sort of embarrassed that she actually just made out with him, right in front of her house.

"I don't either. I'll see you tomorrow, Camilo."

She stepped inside her house, gave herself a minute to breathe, before looking out the window. This idiot was out there, taking the form of his dad, and was dancing like an absolute idiot, clearly pumped that they just kissed.

"Oye, get off my lawn, old man!"

He yelped upon getting get caught, making him trip and fall into a bush. She tried not to laugh as he gave her a thumbs up from the pile of leaves.

"I am OKAY!"

Have you ever met a sweeter boy?

#asks #not transformers #my dude is so dumb for her #we love it #hes downplaying it but dude is NUTS about her #even if her moms a hard ass #also that song is not mine its 'burn for you' if you wanna look it up #it's good #also yes shes as pretty as she sounds

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