#though i didn't stay loving it AS much especially as they got less interaction and i grew to love barchie more

[rogersstevie]

i figure they’ll drop it in a few eps like they have with everything else but it would be a little funny if after all the barchie vs varchie shit that they just made beronica endgame

[chelscait]

what about like a blurb on r being obsessed with just lightly smacking lessi’s butt whenever she walks past (jokingly or not 🫣) and then she does it one time infront of their teammates and all they get for the rest of the day is teasing from them

in the doghouse. | Alessia Russo (kinda changed this because I've done one similar with Alexia)

"Y/N, I can feel your stare, stop it."

You heard the distant voice of your girlfriends as she bent over to scrummage in the cupboard, looking for whatever cooking tool she needed.

"Not looking." You lied, cheek in the palm of your hand as your phone slipped out of the other, cheekily scanning your eyes all over her from where you sat at the kitchen counter.

She turned her head to face you, still bent over, and she caught you in the making. Your own eyes raising to hers before giving her a smile, she rolled her eyes and went back to digging for the item and you enjoyed the show.

She got what she was looking for out about 10 minutes ago, but you weren't that nice to tell her so.

Your relationship was new, the longing looks and insufferable pining had been going on for ages but you didn't make a move until it was announced she was moving to arsenal. The team you were currently at.

The statement is that you were friends with benefits turned; 'let's give it a chance, I really fucking like you and your ass is a bit of me.' (you didn't say that but that's how it went.)

The first training session, you both didn't entirely hide the concept around you both but you most definitely didn't make it obvious, you didn't want to make Lessi uncomfortable on her first day- especially when she barely knew anyone.

Your teammates had their suspicions though, you were always tagging along her side and they spotted your touch laid on her a bit too long for it to just be friendly, but again they took it as something else because they knew you liked to make a big deal of making people know that your girlfriend is yours.

Even though Alessia had put the no touching at training rule to the extent of serious, you didn't mind it as much as you thought. She was your girl and you were sure she knew it too. You loved watching her interact with the girls you had known all your life, but there were some that couldn't follow the rule that she had set up for yourself.

They were innocent, but it made your blood boil slightly. In training, at lunch, in the gym- any sort of closeness to her, that you couldn't get, made your jaw clench. It made you want to break the rule so badly, but you knew you'd get a lecture.

Throughout the first weeks, you were starting to get eggy, touch deprived (even though you get it at home.)

The gym was the worst time of day because Less usually liked the idea of having a spot whenever she was using weights, and she told you specifically no whenever you took up the topic at home. It was even worse when she was doing squats with them too, back facing you as you sat trying desperately not to watch as you couldn't be the one next to her.

You watched the eyes of your teammate spotting her, making sure they weren't suggestive around the activity as well as staring at Alessia- mind wandering to other things as you scoped out the scene.

Until a hand on the small of her back, that wasn't your own, caught your attention- your posture straightening up as you watched as they chatted, Alessia moving away slightly to let it drop but you didn't care, already moving across the room towards her.

"I'll take it from here, go do your routine." You looked the girl up and down, nodding your head for her to leave so you could take her place. She looked at you as if you had grown two heads, Less glaring at the side of your head also.

"No, don't go. Stay. Y/N.."

"What? I'm just letting her get on with what she needs to do, I'm taking a job off her hands." Exaggerating the grin on your face, you stepped back so she could leave- which she did in the space of three seconds.

"Why are you making this harder for me?" She scolded in a hushed voice, hair spilling out of the usual tight bun she wore.

"I should be asking you that."

"Give it a rest, its two hours." She spat as she went back to what she was doing, yourself groaning as you struggled to keep your eyes away, she knew what she was doing.

You saw as she struggled and you lightly pressed a hand against the small of her back and she stared at you in warning, knowing that the whole team was in here and has already seen you make a scene.

"I'm being serious, we are not alone." She huffed and you smirked, hand trailing down slowly and she had no choice but to drop what she was doing and push your wrist away.

"Stop!" She spoke through gritted teeth before leaving you where you were, an oblivious expression plastered on your face.

Alessia trudged over to where a few girls were sitting and snatched a water bottle from its place, her cheeks hot with fluster. She caught gaze of Victoria staring straight at her, lips curled in a smirk.

"What?"

She shook her head as she turned to the other girls, all giggling amongst each other. Alessia knew not to take it the wrong way but she felt one-sided at this rate, huffing as she turned to move elsewhere- finding that everyone else was watching her also, so she evacuated the room.

You were just as insufferable in training, unluckily for her she had been put in a group opposite you and of course football is a high-contact sport so she had your hands all over her as you tried to defend against her. You used the opportunity to all extent- if you weren't going to tell your teammates, you were definitely going to show them if they can't get the hint.

"Stop what you are doing, Y/N. This isn't funny." She spoke through gritted teeth as she has somehow found herself on top of you for the 3rd time, her neck flushing as you sat up with her still in your lap before she scrambled off of you.

She once again cowered as the girls looked at you both and she turned back to glare at you once more before returning to her position. You allowed her to slam a few goals in to release some steam, just so you weren't entirely in the dog house.

Alessia had began walking back to the changing rooms with no time to spare and you eyes followed her as she did so.

"Do you like her or something, Y/N?" Katie popped up beside you, a cheeky grin on her face as she watched your expression.

"Nah, she likes me.. isn't it obvious?" You joked as you crossed your arms over your chest with a smirk before moving to catch up with your girlfriend.

You attached your arm around the blondes neck, herself relaxing slightly before she recognises whom it was with their arm over her and she moves out of your touch.

"Stop making it obvious, I can't take the looks much longer."

"You're the one that's bringing it on yourself, honey. I'm just being friendly." You shrugged, noticing all the girls catching up to you.

"You're so annoying." She huffed before moving again and you couldn't help yourself but push her final button and do what you had been wanting to do all day.

She gasped as you committed the action, backing away as she turned around with an incredulous look. You snorted at what she looked like and she began to move towards you.

"That's it, you're on the sofa tonight!" She screamed as she ran after you, before her clumsy self tackled you both to the ground.

"It's funny how they don't know that we already know."

"Yeah, Tooney has a big mouth."

wowww me posting my request(s) from yonks agooo

[myg-butterfly]

How Many Things

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi invites you out to a party with him, and in trust, you say yes. But what happens when you lose him in the crowd, just to find him again with someone else by his side? In the midst of panic and longing, you wonder how many things he thinks about before he gets to you.

Tags: Non-Idol AU, Anti-Social Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Anxiety, descriptions of panic attacks, Yoongi is an asshole for a minute, some of his friends are big time assholes, insecurities, social anxiety, lots of feelings, Teahyung and Namjoon are sweethearts, crying, jealousy, author's first fic lol.

A/N: HEY HELLO HI!!! This is my first fic that I'm publishing here so pls be gentle 🙏 And if you enjoy, leave feedback, good or bad, I love interactions. This is self-indulgent comfort that I've been thinking about for a long while and I was like ,,,,,, Yoongi got me 🥰🙏 Also this was slightly inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's "how many things" from her album EICS go listen if you want the extra angst. So yeah, enjoy!

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You began to panic, the music was so, so loud, the clattering of dishes and glasses from the bar, the yelling, all the bodies and their humidity, it was all becoming too much, and to your dismay, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen.

You tried to recollect yourself as you began pushing through the crowd, determined on finding him. With every slip past a person, every step and stumble, you grew even more exhausted, but then finally, Yoongi came into view.

He was to the other end of the bar, a smile plastered in all his glory. Whoever he was talking to was clearly making him laugh, and just the sight of him made the tension in your shoulders ease a little bit. You were just about to call out to him, maybe even when fling yourself in his arms, but then-

Then you saw her. The one responsible for the way his face was currently scrunched with a happy grin. They stood close to each other, even as they turned the other way and moved to take a seat together at the bar. They were hand in hand, they looked like the human embodiment of perfection.

You felt your heart deflate as Yoongi pulled out a chair for her, proceeding to signal something to the bartender, the peace sign on his fingers and the pointing between him and her gave you the idea he asked for a drink for both of them. They continued to laugh and talk, and you had to force yourself to look away.

The sight of them made you remember why you hated going out, but even worse, you remembered why you vowed to not get romantically attached to anyone, especially not Yoongi.

The turning of your stomach was becoming hard to ignore, your quick breaths making matters worse. You knew you had to get out of there; with or without Yoongi. So with one last glance at him -who was still engrossed deeply in conversation with the woman next to him, leaning to whisper something in her ear and her reacting in a flustered manner- you fought your way to the door, tears beginning to spill the moment the night breeze greeted you.

As much as you wanted to just run and run and run until your body gave out on you, you knew better than to try and make it back to the dorms by foot.

You sighed defeatedly and pulled out your phone, texting the one person who you knew would be here without fail. As much as you didn't like bothering him (even though he's told you countless times you're not) you knew he'd scold you if you walked home on your own, and a scolding from him was never an enjoyable experience.

Y/N: are you busy rn?

Namjoon: Not currently. Why?

Y/N: can u pls come pick me up

Namjoon: Where are you? Are you safe?

Y/N: yeah, here's my location *📍*

Namjoon: I'll be there in less than 10. Stay put, okay?

Y/N: ok. ty joon.

Putting your phone away, you sat at the nearest bench you found, and attempted to stop the tears from falling further before Namjoon arrived.

But no matter how hard you tried, it was pretty much impossible to not think about why you were out here in the first place. Were you overreacting? Yoongi's allowed to have friends. So why are you so hurt? It's not even like you're together or anything.

In all honesty, you wanted to be mad at them.

You wanted to be mad at him for giving you even the slightest hope that there might be something more between you two.

You wanted to be mad at that girl he was with for being so damn perfect for him, for being everything that you could never begin to come close to.

But deep down you didn't have it in you to be angry at anyone but yourself.

How could you have been so stupid?

You knew that no one would want you romantically, you knew that all he felt for you was pity, that you'd never come first, and yet you still got your hopes up.

You let yourself dream that he wanted you like you wanted him. You believed all those things he said out of pity, all the reassurances and compliments, you knew that they were nothing but him simply being who he is; a naturally kind person.

You knew all of this, so why the hell were you crying? Why were you walking out and aimlessly trying to find anywhere else to go?

'Pathetic' you scoffed at yourself. You were being immature, everything everyone else had said about you was true. You were stupid to think otherwise.

Before you could continue to wallow in your self-pity, you felt a small tap to your shoulder, and you looked up to find Namjoon looking down at you.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" You quickly wiped away your remaining tears and nodded your head, standing up to greet him. "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Thank you for coming Namjoon." You bowed slightly, trying your best to look well put together. "It's no problem dear. My car's this way, come on."

"You want me to drive you back to your apartment?" You both got in his car and he asked as you put on your seatbelts. "Yes, please. Thank you." He only hummed in response as he began to drive, a soft tune playing on the radio, just loud enough to make it less awkward.

Namjoon knew you probably weren't in the mood to talk, and you were grateful for the silent understanding you guys shared. You weren't awfully close, but you'd shared your own personal memories with each other, and you mutually knew the other would be willing to lend a hand when needed. That's what you liked about him. He was just understanding like that.

The drive to your apartment was short, and even though you lived on the 3rd floor, Namjoon insisted on walking you to your door.

"Hey, take care okay? If you need anything else don't hesitate to call me, yeah?" He said as you reached your door, the genuine look on his face made you tear up once more.

"Yeah. Thank you, Joon." You waved him off as you stepped into your apartment, closing the door as he began to turn around.

You immediately kicked off your heels and went to grab a glass of water. You chugged it down as if you hadn't had a drop of water in days, proceeding to open your fridge and let the waterworks begin as you realized your appetite was gone just seeing the carton of orange juice sitting there with a sticky note that reads, "YOONGI'S!!! DO NOT DRINK >:("

He'd helped you with your groceries about 2 weeks ago, and the orange juice he bought was claimed by him, protesting that he needed "emergency juice" because he was at your apartment so often.

Not wanting to look at his skrunkly handwriting anymore, you shut the fridge door and rested your head in your hands on the kitchen counter.

The more you thought about it, the more prominent the ache in your chest became. He was the one who invited you to that party in the first place. He was the one who wanted you to have fun. He was the one that promised he wouldn't leave your side. Yet here you were, back at the dorms, hugging yourself in attempts to conceal your heartbreak.

If you had gone on your own and just happened to see him there with another girl, then that would have been a different story.

But no.

Yoongi himself told you two nights ago that he was invited to a party, and he wanted you to accompany him as his plus one. And as nervous and hesitant as you were, he spurred you on, encouraging; "No matter what you wear you'll look stunning." And "Everyone will love you" and "I won't leave your side, okay?"

That one stung the most when you thought about it, because not even 15 minutes into the party, Yoongi was nowhere to be seen. You could tell that most of his friends weren't too fond of you, and you felt ridiculous in the pink dress you wore.

You thought of how you'd taken hours to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and not cry at your appearance made you cringe. You tried so hard to look nice, to feel pretty, to feel wanted, and it still didn't work.

You grew angrier, why weren't you good enough? What made it so hard to love you? You practically ripped off your dress, the fabric suddenly piercing your skin, your arms wiping off your already smearing makeup furiously, and you stomped to your bed, plopping down violently before letting out a strangled groan that sounded more like a whimper.

You felt like shit. Your whole night was shit.

Were you overreacting? You had been rude too. I mean, you left without even telling him. You're just as bad, right?

He's the one who left you standing there, Y/N. Your brain going back and forth until you decided that falling asleep would be easier.

"Sooo how'd it go with lover boy last night? Assuming things went well from what I saw." An overly excited Taehyung appeared at your side, a smug grin on his face as he poked your arms. You just shrugged your shoulders as a response, the mere mention of the previous night was enough to deflate your already souring mood.

"Don't give me that look, Y/N! I know you and Yoongi got it on last night!" Taehyung flailed his arms accusingly, as if waddling around would make his statements true. "We didn't get it on, Taehyung. Literally nothing happened. Nothing." You tried to remain calm as you spoke, but your patience was running thin.

"Oh come on Y/N. Yoongi was absolutely plastered this morning and you're gonna try to tell me nothing happened?" He kept on going as he shook your shoulders, and it took everything in you to not slap his hands away.

"Did he get home safe last night?" Your brows furrowed in slight worry at the mention of Yoongi being wasted, and no matter how hurt you were, you had to know if he was okay.

"Uh, yeah. Were you drunk too? I thought you guys left together. Do you not remember?" The lump in your throat was becoming harder to swallow down as Taehyung spoke. You had to be strong. You were not gonna cry over this to your poor friend who's excited.

"You know I don't drink. And, no we didn't leave together. I asked Namjoon to take me home." You hoped he'd stop asking questions, but much to your dismay- "You left with Namjoon?!?! Does Yoongi know?!?!? Did anything happen with him!?" At this point you were on the brink of tears, you hated talking about this.

"Taehyung, please let it go. I just wanted to know if Yoongi got home safely. Can we please just drop it?" Taehyung caught onto your pleading tone and the hurt look in your eyes, and he nodded with his softened expression.

"Sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to pry." He spoke cautiously. "It's okay Tae."

He shot you another worried look before returning to walking in silence beside you once again.

The rest of the day went painfully slow, your mind too exhausted to deal with walking from one side of campus to the other, and much less to pay attention to what your professors were saying.

Expectedly, you collapsed onto your bed the moment you went back to your dorm. You were gladly going to continue feeling sorry for yourself, but the ringing of your doorbell rudely interrupted you.

You groaned, hoping they'd just go away, but after a few seconds another ring came. You [grumpily] got up, running your hands through your hair in attempt to look somewhat presentable.

As you made your way to the door, you wondered who could be at your apartment, especially now that it was beginning to get late, the sun going down quickly outside.

You hesitantly opened the door, immediately wishing you would've just continued to ignore whoever was at the door once you saw who was standing in front of you.

"Hi, I brought dinner." There Yoongi stood with a soft smile on his face, lifting a brown bag in reference to dinner.

You stood stunned, wanting to say something, but your mind went blank.

"Y/N? You there?" He playfully waved his hands around trying to get your attention.

"Oh, uhm, yeah. Sorry. Just didn't expect you to come by."

"Oh, sorry if I startled you. I texted you but you didn't respond, and you didn't answer last night when I called, so I wanted to come check if you were okay." He shuffled from foot to foot, worry evident in his eyes.

"Oh, just haven't been on my phone lately." You looked down, feeling unsure on how to talk to him without showing him your hurt.

"Oh alright. So, we heading in for dinner?" The smile returned to Yoongi's face, and no matter how hurt you were, you still found it hard to say no to him.

"Oh, yeah, sure. Of course."

You opened the door a little further and stepped aside to let him in.

On a normal occasion, dinner with Yoongi would've been the highlight of your day. But now, it was filled with awkward silence and poor attempts at small talk — Yoongi hates small talk as much as you, so you don't know why he's still trying — the tension in the air was hardly going unnoticed.

It wasn't until you finished eating that he decided to just rip the bandage off.

"Are you angry with me?" Yoongi asked, and you almost questioned if he was being serious or not, but the expression he held made you realize that he was in fact clueless about the hurt he put you through.

You weren't sure what to say, so you stayed silent. I mean, it's not like you were angry at him. But you also weren't too happy with him either. Yoongi felt his heart drop as your gaze dropped his own, denying him from an answer.

"Y/N? Did I do something?" He asks from across the table where he's sitting.

For some reason hearing those words from him made the tears you've been holding back so well spill over.

Did he really have no idea? Were you genuinely overreacting? Did you just make everything up in your head?

"Do you really not know?" You tried to push your voice out firmly, but it came out in a broken whisper. You wanted to look at Yoongi, you wanted to see if his face washed over with realization, but your eyes stayed glued to the floor.

"Is this about me getting drunk at that party? I thought you said you didn't mind if I had alcohol." His wording sounded harsher than he intended, but with your already weakened state, you had to hold back from full on sobbing right there in front of him.

"This is about you leaving me by myself in the middle of the party when you promised you wouldn't leave my side!" Your frustration began to take over, did he really not see it? He's supposed to know you better than anyone else.

"Leaving you by yourself? Last thing I heard, you had found yourself a new companion for the night." Yoongi scoffed, his mood souring when he recalls finding out that apparently you'd left with some other guy.

The drinks he'd had were enough to make the night slightly blurry and to make him work a little harder to recall the night's events, but unfortunately, they weren't enough to make him forget how someone had stole you away from him.

"Where did you hear that?" You asked, trying to mask the hurt you were currently feeling.

"My friends" He responded, as if that was supposed to change what you had said.

"Your friends ... the ones you introduced me to?"

"Yeah"

"Your friends really don't seem to like me." You muttered, but Yoongi somehow caught the soft mumbling.

"What do you mean? To me it looked like they were all happy to meet you." His tone remained cold, and you felt more tears forming quickly.

"Well, you weren't there with me when they all laughed at me because I'd lost you in the crowd." You tried to defend yourself.

"They're not like that, I know they aren't."

"You wouldn't know how they acted towards me because you left me alone." You continued on, his face morphing into one resembling more of guilt.

"He left you already? Didn't even last half an hour."

"They haven't even had 1 drink tonight, no wonder Yoongi ran away so fast. Prude."

You winced while recalling how they'd laughed at you when you tried asking for Yoongi, passing it off as a joke when you'd gotten visibly upset.

You softened your tone, sadness catching up with you and replacing your frustration.

"It hurt, Yoongi. You know me better than anyone. You're supposed to know me better than anyone. You know how much I hate parties and bars, how I hate talking to people I don't know, how I don't do things alone. Ever. And you know that if I made you promise to not leave my side it's because I'm not ever planning to leave yours either. Do you know how bad it hurt to be panicking only to turn around and see you having the time of your life? Especially with someone else, when you promised me that night was for you and I only? It hurt, so damn bad."

Yoongi's heart dropped at your words, had it really been that bad for you? How did he not notice?

"I didn't leave with anyone yesterday, Namjoon brought me back to my apartment and left the moment I walked inside that door. You're the one that left with someone else last night, and it wasn't me."

A thick moment of silence engulfs you, and you begin to wait for a snap, or some sort of outburst from Yoongi, but all that comes is—

"Y/N... I- Shit. That's not-" You looked up hesitantly at the sound of Yoongi fumbling his words. He ran a hand through his hair in disbelief before slowly moving closer and crouching down in front of you. "I'm so sorry Y/N. I swear didn't mean to leave you. I went to go get the drinks, I did. And then when I couldn't find you I went and asked my friends if they had seen you, and they said that you'd gone off dancing with some guy, and so I went to go look for you and I ran into a classmate, which is the girl you saw me with. And I thought, since Y/N's off with someone else, it wouldn't hurt to have a drink with a girl from my class. I wouldn't have left you if I knew that you were by yourself. I'm so sorry."

Yoongi's gaze dropped to the floor as he finished, ashamed for being the root of your tears.

"I should've known better, I- I was just so opposed to seeing you happy with someone else that I immediately rejected the idea of looking for you to avoid the possibility of someone else making your night special. And I know that's not really a valid excuse, not looking for you because I was jealous- of something that wasn't even fucking happening- it isn't fair to you whatsoever. I'm so sorry, Y/N. I truly am." He takes your hands in his and takes a moment to recollect his next words.

"What can I do to make it up to you? Even if it's just the smallest fraction, I want to show you how sorry I am. Anything you want. Please." You paused for a moment, even though your conscience immediately knew what you wanted.

Hold me. Please. Hold me. Nudge your head with mine, lock our pinkies, put your leg against mine, anything. Please, hold me.

With your brain screaming mantras of 'I need to be held', you reached out for him for a second, before your body jerked to a stop.

No. I need him to hold me. I need him to reach out. He needs to initiate- please-

Yoongi's quick to notice your body language, and equally quick to react. "Do you want to be held, sweetheart?" You swear you felt yourself physically start to glow at the sound of him uttering the words you've been dying to hear for god knows how long.

You nod your head and you're so delighted by the aspect of someone- well, not just someone, but Yoongi- comforting you, that you don't even notice the soft whimper that leaves you as he scoots closer to you.

"Words, darling." He says softly, and your body automatically responds with soft chants of "Yes, please, yes Yoongi."

You don't even notice how tears begin to fall against your cheeks again when you feel Yoongi's hands wiping them away.

"C'mere, I've got you baby. Let's go to bed, yeah?" He grabs your legs and wraps them around his torso, before he holds you against him tightly and begins to stand up with you in his arms.

You feel yourself melting at the pet names he's giving you, glad that he's carrying you because you're sure your legs would've given out on you at this point.

You continue turning to mush when you feel how gently Yoongi sets you down once you reach your bed, how he squeezes your hand and asks for permission to lay with you with his eyes, how he reaches for you under the covers and cradles you close, fingers running through your hair softly.

The bliss is only momentarily, broken when your mouth moves faster than your brain;

"Yoongi?"

"Hm?"

"Why did it upset you when you thought I was at the club with someone else?" Your question comes out as a whisper, scared for his response.

"Y/N." He pulls back a little to see your face.

"Yoongi." You reply mocking his tone.

"Are you really gonna make me spell it out for you?" He's secretly glad that it's dark in your room, otherwise you'd be able to see the blush coating his cheeks.

"What are you talking about?" You ask, and his only response is a huff while pulling your head back into his chest.

"Yoooongiiii" Your whine comes out muffled by his shirt.

"Y/nnnnnn" It's now Yoongi's turn to mock your tone.

"Answer the questionnnn"

You feel the vibrations of his chest as he mumbles something into your hair, and you would've lost it on the spot if you weren't so focused on getting an answer out of him.

"Yoongi I can't understand you when you're mumbling like a child." You chuckle slightly, not wanting to dwell on how you can feel his heart beating rapidly against you before he mumbles once again, only this time louder.

"I don't understand you for shit." At this, Yoongi lets go of you and sits up with a sigh, looking at you for a second before securing his gaze on his hands. You follow suit and sit up as well, only slightly behind him.

"I like you. I've liked you. For a really long while." His voice is so soft and it sounds so timid, you almost think you're imagining it.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Wait- that's not a good way to respond to that. Uhhh- wait." You quickly shift so you're facing him fully.

"Do you mean like as in 'you're a homie' or like as in 'you're not just the homie you're THE homie'? Because before I say anything you would have to clari-"

"Do you think I do this with all my friends?" He cuts off your nervous ramble, grabbing both of your shaky hands with his equally shaken ones.

"What specifically?"

"All of it."

"Wha-"

"The sharing food? The holding hands and carrying you and bringing dinner over and inviting them everywhere with me? The cuddling and the 'baby' and 'doll'? You know how I am about my personal space, and you know how I am about my sleep, and you know how I am about affection. Do you think I do that with just anyone?"

"Well- I don't know, I mean- I don't know what your other friendsh-"

"I don't. You're the only one that gets to see me like this. You're the only one I treat like this. You're the only one I want to treat like this. I like you. And I want to be with you. And that's why I was upset. Because when I thought you were with someone else, it made me feel as if you didn't want the same thing as me."

Before you got the chance to even begin to process, Yoongi catches himself and feels the need to justify: "Obviously if you don't feel the same then I won't like, lash out at you or anything, it'll hurt but I don't want you to feel forced into something more with me than what we have now, it's just you asked me why I was upset and that was the only way I could explain it but I-"

"Yoongi." He's stopped by a soft tug to his shirt and the even softer sound of your voice.

You catch each other's eyes, the flickers of hope and longing between them, and the search of honesty.

"I feel the same."

A sigh leaves his lips and he breaks into a smile before picking you up in one motion and setting you on his lap so you're straddling him.

"Does this mean we're like, um- like,,,,"

"Like...?" His tone is teasing, and you know he knows what you mean.

"Like, y'know- like..."

"I actually don't know...."

"Yoongi." You huff out, your shyness getting the best of you.

"Yes?" His tone is smug, making you groan into his chest.

Working off of pure adrenaline, you mumble quietly: "Like, together."

"What was that doll?" You could practically hear the smirk on his face, making you try and shuffle away from him, but Yoongi's quicker, pulling you back into him with a giggle.

"If you're asking if we're officially dating, then don't even question it baby." He's still laughing, but his tone is firmer this time.

"So I'm taking that as a yes?"

"Fuck yes."

You burst out laughing at his response, and soon enough you've both fallen into a fit of giggles, as well as back into the bed, with you on top of Yoongi, before he flips you over so he's hovering over you.

"Y/N."

"Yoongi?"

"Can I kiss you?"

End.

[bsxcrxts]

Luke + “Can I watch you?” (get some of that voyeurism in there mayhaps?) (also hugs, i definitely know how this situation feels)

I got carried away <3 merry chrysler

warnings: 18+ only! minors do not interact with my posts! reader with afab body but no gendered terms, mild risk-taking, accidental voyeurism, dubious consent but both reader and Luke are into it. not proofread.

A/N: about 1.3k! I didn't have a reason why they're on the Falcon but I wrote this imagining it was a post-ROTJ cleanup mission or diplomatic meeting. I struggled to settle on a premise, then made myself laugh at how impractical this would be but it's the fantasy (tm). Would love to maybe expand upon rotj!Luke having simultaneous shame and desire to watch reader/be watched himself. It's not what a good Jedi should want, is it? Anyway! let's get into it!

sounds

The Millennium Falcon has crew quarters. Of course, there has to be somewhere to sleep. But it doesn't mean there has to be any privacy, apparently. You think it's obvious that Han is used to living here alone or with his buddies– the tiny single beds all cramped into one small room, with no walls separating them. You'd liken it to staying in barracks, but even at the rebel bases you'd have your own sleeping space, no matter how small.

You're not used to sharing a room. It's driving you crazy, not having any manner of solitude at any time of the day. You don't mind sleeping in the same room as your friends, except... you're sexually frustrated. It's impossible to take care of your needs with everyone else around.

It would be significantly less difficult if you weren't harboring a huge crush on Luke that you theorize is reciprocated. You couldn't be sure, but he looks at you like that sometimes, like he could see right through you; like he was contemplating something about you, but you never could tell what. You wonder if it has something to do with the Force, but don't ask, mostly because he pretends he wasn't staring when you catch him.

Your relationship with Luke is not cut-and-dry. Having known him a few years, he's changed, and you've grown close, and apart, and close again, but it was never the right moment to tell him how you felt about him. Lately, though, since the end of the war, something has shifted once more, and he's happier. Lighter. Maybe the moment was now? you think for a half second.

You make the mistake of allowing yourself to think of being with Luke for a moment. You imagine kissing him, letting him touch you, and especially, for some reason, him on his knees in front of you.

No, you can’t confess your feelings to Luke like this, not with the deep heat in the pit of your stomach and a wetness growing in your underwear. You scold yourself for feeling needy enough to be sidetracked. If you're this distracted, you reason, you ought to just deal with the problem.

Han, Leia, and Chewie are off-ship doing something important and meaningful to the mission. Luke is fiddling with one of the Falcon's processors and other small repairs, so he's busy, distracted, nonetheless. He shouldn't even notice your absence.

You weigh your options, and head towards your bed, not noticing that the door at the end of the short hallway doesn’t close all the way.

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The door to the crew quarters is bizarrely jammed halfway open, and Luke sighs to himself as he prepares to remove the control panel off the wall and fiddle with the wires until it’s fixed. It’s not unusual to him, knowing how much the Falcon has gone through, that something like this might need repairing.

What raises red flags is the tiny noise he hears filtering through the gap in the door— like a quiet gasp of pain or frustration.

Sound carries in the old ship like crazy.

Luke pauses, his mental shields still up. He knows you’re onboard somewhere, but he figured you were restocking supplies or otherwise preoccupied. Why are you in bed? Are you ill?

He hears a faint moan from you, which could have been described no other way but erotic, and he arrives at the startling conclusion that you are not ill at all.

What to do? Well, the appropriate answer would have been to walk away, he reasons, but he can't seem to make himself move at all. Unwisely, he remains motionless outside of the jammed door, as frozen in his tracks as he had literally been on Hoth, but contrary to then, he feels a burning heat as his face flushes red.

"O-oh, mh!" you exhale quietly, but Luke can hear it.

He can hear the soft rocking of the flimsy bedding if he listened hard enough.

And he was listening.

Luke blindly wonders what you look like right now. The door is ajar far enough that he could theoretically look inside, but he'd have to peer around the corner of the room to see you, and he still can't move. He standing like a statue, eyes wide, letting his imagination run wild, untamed and undisciplined.

The embarrassment of not being able to rationalize his way out of this has yet to catch up to him. Polite and proper Jedi do not listen to their beautiful, attractive friend moan and writhe and pleasure themselves, but he's picturing it. He's picturing you, your legs spread and your fingers deep inside your pussy, dripping out onto the sheets unabashedly. Or maybe you're humping a pillow, or teasing your tits, or maybe you've got some type of toy buried inside your cunt, impaled on a dildo that wouldn't even compare with the size of his cock.

Luke suddenly has the thought that he could get you off better than any toy, or even yourself, or that he'd at least like to try. He'd give you anything you wanted, get down on his knees for you–

Luke sets his jaw, trying and failing to snap back to reality. His cock is filling out, more than half-hard in his trousers, pressing uncomfortably against his restrictive pants. He shouldn't touch himself. He won't.

He really, really wants to.

He's interrupted by the sound of your voice again. You're getting louder, and he imagines you getting closer and closer to your impending release.

"Fuck, just fuck me," you whine, to no one in particular, but stars, it sounds a lot like you could be speaking to him.

One hand slides down his torso, lightly palming at his clothed cock, if only for a moment. The brush of contact nearly makes him gasp, but he stifles the feeling, his cock twitching and his stomach muscles tensing. He wishes he could see you so badly. He knows you'd be gorgeous.

Luke also knows he shouldn't allow his mental shields to deteriorate any more than they already have. He shouldn't relax into this, let himself listen to you while he touches his cock. It's wrong. It's against his better judgement. It's scandalous. And it's irresistible.

The second he lets his mental shields dissolve, your emotions overwhelm him. Lust, desire, desperation, for him all come flooding from your mind. He isn't reading your mind, can't picture what you're imagining, but he can feel the need rolling off of you in waves, a subconscious reaching for his presence he doubts you even realize you're projecting.

"oh, Luke," you sigh behind the door, just above a whisper, confirming everything.

This is for him, this is about him. He's nearly dizzy, and he utterly fails to muffle his soft moan as he grasps his cock through his pants.

He immediately senses your distress, mingling with his own. There's some panicked rustling on the other side of the door, before you appear in front of him, hair in a slight disarray, pants low on your hips. You're not angry or upset, but you are startled and self-conscious, shifting and crossing your arms like you can hide from him.

"What–"

"I–"

You and Luke both start speaking at once. There's a beat of silence.

Luke is wrecked in front of you. You know that you don't look much better, but the visible bulge he's sporting as well as the deepest blush on his cheeks that you've ever seen tells you all that you need to know.

It's fun to make him flustered, even though you hadn't started out with that as your intention. You reason that you should probably be mortified, but you can't bring yourself to feel that way when Luke is so obviously affected by you.

You bite your lip and smile a tiny bit at him, allowing your gaze to land on his aching cock, still aching against the restraint of his trousers.

It breaks his resolve.

“Can I watch you?” Luke asks earnestly. It's not what he means to say, but it is what he wants. His breathing is shaking and his shoulders nearly shudder as he asks.

"Sure," you gesture at him to step inside the bedroom, "and if you're good, I'll let you do more than just watch."

[yukidragon]

I love to hear more of your headcanons on Bo in Mafia AU! Also what would happen if Bo's puppy doesn't want to be his in that AU?

It's been a while since I touched on the Mafia AU hasn't it? And that was before I created my version of Bo's puppy, Barbie too. This ask does make me wonder how their interaction might go in this AU.

In the main universe, Barbie's attraction towards Bo, at least at the start, was pretty shallow, all things considered. He was more like a fun adult toy that she grew fond of until eventually that fondness grew into genuine love. It's hard to blame her though, since he quite literally is a toy. She pretty much treated him like many people treat AI bots - a fun diversion, but nothing to take seriously. It was only when he forced her to realize that his feelings are just as real as hers that she truly saw him as a person.

Barbie is a self-proclaimed misanthrope. She's not fond of humanity in general. She can't stand noisy places or being in crowds. It takes a while for her to warm up to people, which leaves her with few people she cares about outside of her immediate family. It's also why she's very fierce if someone hurts her family. Fictional relationships were the closest thing she was interested in when it came to romantic or sexual pursuits.

In the Mafia AU, Bo is an actual human being, even if he's got some pretty distinct canine features. More than that, he's a wise guy working for a mafia boss (Jack); not really someone who is safe for normal people to get involved with. Add in Barbie's default mistrust of people, and Bo in this universe is going to have a steep uphill battle to overcome in order to win his puppy's heart.

Since I've started fleshing out the King family more, it would be good to reexamine their roles in this Aphrodesia-influenced AU, don't you think? It'll be especially interesting to consider how they'll react to Alice being kidnapped by a human trafficking ring, and the scars that incident left behind on her when she finally sees them again.

Content warnings: this post will contain mentions of violence, torture, human trafficking, SA, drugs, and sex. Overall I'll try to keep any uncomfortable descriptions to a minimum, and ramp up the spice where I can. Remember, Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack, DachaBo, and Aphrodesia are all stories for Adults Only. NSFW elements will be touched on!

Traffic Stop

The broad strokes of the AU are basically the same as from the first post. Alice and her family originally lived a normal, happy life, far and away from the crime-invested city of St. Valen's. She and Ian grew up as childhood friends. Things seemed to be going down the same route it did in the regular universe, with puppy love developing between them that might turn into something more.

The divergence happened when they were both still in high school. There was a person going around their school, looking for acting talent. It was somewhat shady. Alice wasn't sure about going, but Ian wanted, no, needed to seize the opportunity to achieve his dream. The talent scout remarked that he had a nice face, both of them did. They would go far. They just had to audition.

It was flattery that Ian couldn't resist.

Of course Ian's mom wasn't going to let him do such a thing, so they had to sneak out. Ian didn't want to risk his mom finding out from her parents, so he convinced Alice to lie to her parents that they'd be out with friends.

As you might suspect already, this audition was a trap sprung by human traffickers. They pick young and vulnerable people who look like they can't fight back, lure them someplace isolated, nab them, and ship them off someplace to be sold for, well, less than savory purposes. While initially both of them were caught in the trap, Alice managed to help Ian escape.

Ian's greatest regret was that he ran away, that he didn't stay to rescue Alice like she did him. Even though she told him to run, to get help, Ian still felt like a coward. It was made worse when by the time he returned with authorities, the traffickers were already gone.

Needless to say, this incident still haunts Ian to the present day, crushing him under the weight of his guilt.

This incident replaces the cheating Ian does in the main universe, and Alice being trafficked replaces the SA incident she went through. While Alice mercifully didn't get SA'd during the trafficking, she was a victim of a "red room" after being taken and sold in St. Valen's. A "red room," for those unaware, is a type of livestream on the dark web, where innocent victims are tortured according to an audience's bids.

I won't go into detail about all the horrors Alice experienced, since the scars speak for themselves. Fortunately, she managed to be clever and lucky enough to escape. Luckier still, she managed to stumble into a member of the Sunny Family, and said family just happened to have a vendetta against the gang that was behind the trafficking.

St. Valens is full of people who showed up out of nowhere, and others who don't ask or care where they came from. There's plenty of corruption, people looking the other way, and shady deals going on. The Sunny Family might be relatively better than most crime families, but at the end of the day, they're pretty shady. They helped her out by rescuing her, even paying her hospital bills and taking her under their wing, so now she owed them.

Alice could contact her family, have them pay back her hefty debt... or she, now an 18 year old adult, could do some favors for the family. Her medical bills were insane - St. Valen's isn't exactly kind to the less fortunate when it comes to medical care - it would bankrupt her family.

It was a classic hustle, presenting a vulnerable person like Alice with potentially devastating consequences, or an out by someone who is wearing a kind and smiling face. I'm inclined to have that representative of kindness from the family be Mama Shine, who was so kind and empathetic, just wanting to help Alice after she went through so much. Working for them wouldn't be that big a deal, especially since they were the ones who rescued her and all the other trafficking victims...

That's the classic Sunny Family con. They smile, act kind, extend their gloved hands to help, offering salvation to poor souls down on their luck. They are then indebted to the family. They need the family. Alice needed a prescription of drugs that they could give to her regularly for all her pain, far cheaper than the healthcare system would.

Shine had taken an interest in Alice, helping her while she was rehabilitated in the hospital. She could've been the one who Alice ran into that night when bloody and desperate for help. Shine is so caring, just like Alice's mother, having that same warm motherly aura. So trustworthy and kind...

It was a far less violent trap that ensnared Alice a second time into this world of crime, but this time she didn't realize the cage was around her, or that she couldn't leave it, until she was in far, far too deep. Her vulnerability was exploited, and she signed a contract that she shouldn't.

The King family were so relieved when Alice finally contacted them... but confused when she told them she couldn't go home. She was receiving medical treatment and needed to stay in the city, and she had debts to pay...

Naturally, her family isn't going to take this without a fight. The King family immediately took a road trip to St. Valen's to see Alice at the hospital.

Lycoris is a fierce mama bear, and she was enraged when Alice was kidnapped, doing everything in her power to find her baby. So despite Shine acting kind and friendly, she was ready to throw down from the word go. Lycoris is a small lady, but she can be very scary, though, sadly, not as scary as an entire crime family.

None of the King family were happy with what had happened to Alice, the debt she had to repay, or that she had already signed a deceptively scary contract. However, the Sunny Family is the most dangerous crime family in the city for a reason, and the King family were in over their heads.

Not that the King family knew they were facing a crime family. The Sunny Family has a reputation to uphold after all. They're a family-run business. Many details were left out or unspoken, all to hide what was really going on behind their squeaky clean image.

The King family did involve the legal system, but that was a failure. The Sunny Family owns the police in St. Valen's. The police just informed them that everything was legal, Alice is an adult who can make her own choices, and there's no better family to work for than the Sunny Family. Plus, Alice was going to need the drug they provided for the rest of her life, so wasn't this a sweet deal anyway? They should just feel grateful that she was rescued. Not a lot of trafficked teens are...

In the end, the King family was powerless, and Alice became a member of the Sunny Family with a debt that seemed never ending.

Barbie vs the World

Needless to say, Barbie was pretty much spitting nails about the whole thing. Even if the Sunny Family was putting on a smiling face and rescued her older sister, so generously providing Alice with needed medical treatment for the foreseeable future, she raged against the entire situation. Unfortunately, being a teen younger than 18 at the time, she was left with a feeling helpless and frustrated. She raged at her parents for "giving up" on bringing Alice home safely even though they didn't have a choice.

Naturally, with Barbie not being the biggest fan of the Sunny Family, she's going to be wary of anyone working for them. Bo has quite the reputation in the city of St. Valens as their enforcer, so he's got quite a steep uphill climb to take if he wants to earn his puppy's love.

Barbie was already the type to play fast and loose with laws, and this entire affair killed all faith she had in the justice system. In the main universe, she's a programmer and hacker. In this universe, she focused more on the hacking aspect. She snuck behind her parents' back, doing very illegal things online to get more money to pay back the debt to the Sunny Family and free her big sister.

So, years later, while Alice gained experience in the Sunny Family as a sniper, Barbie became a skilled hacker, going by many aliases online. By her early/mid-twenties, she used a particular handle when making things difficult for the Sunny Family - Clown Killer. She became quite notorious among the Sunny Family, and a thorn in their side online.

Of course, Barbie had to prioritize not getting caught above any victory. If the Sunny Family knew that she was the one making things hard for them, it would put Alice in danger. Her primary focus with her hacking and other shady dealings online was to get money to repay the debt, but whenever they would just miss repaying the full amount, or something else tacked onto it to keep Alice in that debt, Barbie couldn't help but want to vent her frustrations as Clown Killer.

Barbie has learned quite a lot about the members of the Sunny Family, but could never quite gather enough evidence that would convict any of its bigger members. Their reputation was so squeaky clean. She especially had an axe to grind against Shine, who never once lost that "sweet and gentle" motherly aura while making it clear to her all those years ago that Alice wouldn't be coming home. She knew behind that sweet smile was a ruthless criminal, but she could never peel back that smiling mask to expose the truth.

The King parents are trying all they can to help Alice, saving up money on their side. They visit the city as often as they can to see her and offer support. If one of them could've taken her place, they would, but with Alice needing regular medical treatment from the city, and Shine taking a shine to her in particular... she was going to be stuck in the city no matter what.

Plus, there are other children in the King family who needed their parents too, Coraline especially. She also needed medical treatments... treatment that the Sunny Family offered to provide. In spite of the protests of her parents about adding to the debt, Alice wanted to help her little sister. Besides, the Sunny Family were treating her well... right?

Well, Alice insisted they did. Her family was already worried enough without knowing how how her job's "duties" slowly became a bit more involved over time, a bit more violent, and a lot more bloody.

Barbie did learn of some of the things Alice was hiding from them because of her hacking, and it infuriated her that her big sis was hiding secrets now too. Their parents told her to not worry about the debt, that it wasn't her responsibility, but fuck that! It's not Alice's responsibility either! She was the victim in all of this! The Sunny Family aren't a wholesome family running businesses, they're manipulative criminals, and Barbie is going to destroy them!

Although Barbie spends much of her time as a recluse, she does visit Alice in St. Valen's from time to time. It's how she crossed paths with a certain dog that the Sunny Family keeps on a tight leash.

The Sunny Family's Hunting Dog

As mentioned before, Bo is working for the Sunny Family as Jack's right hand man. He's an enforcer who enjoys his job. He especially enjoys the thrill of the chase, hunting down a target before brutalizing them up close and personal with his fists and fangs. Of course, he also knows how to handle a gun as well as a few other weapons. He also knows some unconventional means to torture someone if need be.

Bo has excellent hacking skills of his own, as a nod to his AI counterpart in the main universe, but he prefers to get hands on with his target whenever possible. He's aware of the hacker Clown Killer that's giving the Sunny Family some headaches, but they always evade his attempts to catch them in cyberspace, much to his frustration. They become something of a rival, his white whale that he's eager to conquer once and for all.

Not only does Bo have a lust for violence, he's also a very, very horny dog. He has slept around quite a lot, though his relationships never last. He never quite connects with anyone. He gets mistaken for only having a talent for senseless violence, the dumb muscle of the gang who is also is some good eye candy, when he's a lot smarter than his wild behavior might imply. There's a reason why he's Jack's second in command after all...

Alice intrigues Bo, simply because of how Jack is practically obsessed with her. In many ways, Jack is a rival of Bo's, being his "master" who he wants to one day be free of. Seeing Jack bend over backwards to win the heart of just some random sucker who got sweet talked into debt confuses the hell out of him. He wants to know what it is about Alice that draws Jack in... and if he can use that to his advantage.

Alice isn't a fan of Bo's constant teasing, and she hates the nickname of "squeaky toy" that he uses for her. It's in reference to how he loves to sneak up on her and startle her, causing her to squeak in surprise. Bo is really good at sneaking up on his prey, so her reaction is pretty fun.

Still, no matter how many times Bo pops in on Alice unexpectedly, he doesn't quite see what draws Jack in. Sure, she's surprisingly soft despite this hard life of crime, which is a novelty, but it's not something special. She's attractive, sure, but there's plenty just as attractive as her, if not more. He wants to dig deeper, interrogate her more, maybe even seduce her, but whenever he pushes just a little too far, Jack pulls on his metaphorical leash. Hard.

The intrigue keeps Bo coming back to ruffle Alice's feathers despite the risk. It's also why he suddenly pops up at Alice's place while Barbie is visiting one day.

Barbie is surprisingly tall compared to Alice, but Bo can see and smell the family blood between them. She's got these eyes that stand out - both of them blue and brown at the same time. She also has this cutting stare like she wants to carve open his guts. It's actually hilarious that a powderpuff from the suburbs could think she has a chance at even leaving a scratch on an alpha like him. It intrigues him enough to have a little fun teasing her as well.

Barbie shuts down Bo's flirting instantly. It trips him up a bit, as Bo knows he's a good looking guy. He's not used to being turned down in such a harsh manner, especially by someone as powerless as a puppy. He'd be offended if it wasn't so ridiculous.

When Barbie learns that Bo works with Alice, and as such is part of the Sunny Family, her dislike turns into outright hostility. She's not even hiding it either, though Alice rushes in to keep the conversation more or less civil.

After leaving the apartment, Bo decided to case the place until Barbie left. He wanted to tease her a little, scare this spoiled little pampered suburban pet before she barks at someone big and nasty who is more than ready to bite back. Despite his attempts to intimidate her, Barbie didn't even flinch, even when he made a subtle threat, just to see how she would react. Not even that shook her resolve. In fact, she warned him that if he hurt Alice, hell would feel like a sunny vacation spot compared to what she would do to Bo and the rest of the damned Sunny Family.

The threat tickled Bo instead of intimidating him, and Barbie fumed at the way he laughed her off.

It was in that exchange that Bo found himself a new toy to tease. He called Barbie puppy whenever he encountered her. She barked big, but she had no idea just how tiny and helpless she really was compared to him in his eyes. It was cute really, and he found great delight in teasing her.

However, though Bo was amused by their banter, Barbie was anything but. His teasing just made her hate him all the more.

A Hungry Dog

Over time Bo's attraction towards Barbie grows. He stops flirting with Alice, though he still teases her, mostly to learn more about Barbie and how he might win Barbie over. He feels less satisfied with the people he sleeps around with, thinking of Barbie more. He even starts imagining that it's her he's sleeping with, which kills the moment for him and leaves him feeling unfulfilled and horny.

At some point during this, Bo finds out the identity of the infamous Clown Killer. It's surprising, but so fitting that he can't help but laugh when he realizes it's none other than his puppy. My, my, such a naughty puppy too, getting up to so much mischief. It'd be a shame to let anyone else know. Then he wouldn't be able to play with her more.

It's that realization that his greatest rival is the woman who has been intriguing him that turns his attraction into downright obsession. Bo wants to conquer Barbie in every sense of the word, tame this wild puppy and make her whimper and beg for his loving touch.

Bo has obscene fantasies about the various ways he can conquer and tame Barbie. It's the more extreme side of the lines from the game, where he wants her on his leash, to be at his beck and call, ready for him whenever he wants her. (Which quickly becomes all the time, really. The man is so horny he makes Jack seem reserved.) He wants her always by his side, in his lap, hot and whining for him, begging him to take her in every one of her pretty little holes like the dirty puppy he knows that she really is. He wants to make her see that she's powerless before him and beg him to take her, to protect her. Only he can have her.

Unfortunately for Bo, Barbie isn't someone who is turned on by a self-proclaimed alpha asshole who teases her just because he's good looking and desires her. Every time he tries to proposition her or seduce her, he gets rejected, much to his increasing frustration.

It brings out Bo's yandere side more and more. He tries different schemes to win Barbie over. He would use his power and influence to impress her, make her see how much he can provide for her. He tries to show off how good looking he is, entice her to at least want his body if nothing else.

Barbie doesn't want any of it. She knows there are strings attached to anything Bo offers her. The only thing she wants is for the Sunny Family to let Alice go and never, ever bother her or the rest of their family ever again.

Sadly, that's the one thing Bo can't influence with his pull, even if he was willing to let Barbie go. Jack isn't ever going to let Alice go. Worse, he can't even pretend he's going to try and separate them, not when Alice starts dating Jack.

Barbie doesn't buy that Alice is happy with Jack. She doesn't buy Jack's super nice and generous millionaire sweetheart from a sappy romance novel schtick. After everything she's gone through to save her sister from that damn Sunny Family, there's no way Barbie is just letting Alice stay with them.

Jack is just another smiling liar, just like his mother Shine who talked Alice into signing that contract in the first place.

Bo can use this hatred for Jack though. He can try to show Barbie that he's on her side, that while he works for Jack, that doesn't mean he wants to stay a part of the Sunny Family.

In spite of Barbie's hatred, she did have encounters with Bo where he showed his softer side. St. Valen's is a dangerous place, especially for someone who has never killed before. Barbie resents being in Bo's debt even as she's grateful when he saves her life. Bo had Barbie squares away this debt with dates, which she very reluctantly accepted with the stipulation that he never touches her unless she explicitly gives him permission.

On these dates, Bo tries taking a play from Jack's book and acting more polite, more gentle with Barbie. It doesn't win her over, since she doesn't trust it, but she's not as openly hostile. Barbie also uses these dates as an attempt to sneak info on the sly that she could use against the family. It's kind of cute to Bo, that she thinks she's so slick, but she's a lot better at hiding her real motives online than she is in person. She has such a lousy poker face.

But it's cute too that she doesn't hide her real feelings. The more time Bo spends with Barbie, the more he wants her. Her scent is so appealing, so delicious. He wants to nibble on her skin, or at least get just a little lick. It's almost like she was made to drive him crazy. She's so fierce, so loyal to her family, and so in over his head. The small moments that he gets in past her walls where she softens to him, just a little, oh that makes his hope burn brighter, hotter.

Still, for every step closer he takes, something seems to pull them apart again. Usually that something is Bo and the criminal life he lives with the Sunny Family.

Puppy Love

Before Bo realizes it, he is helplessly in love, completely obsessed. It's Jack who infuriatingly points out to him that Barbie has become his weakness. Despite Bo insistence on being a lone wolf that doesn't need anybody, he is desperate to make Barbie, that grumpy barking puppy, his mate.

Which works in Jack's favor. After all, if Alice's family gets closer to his family, then she won't ever want to leave. He can also have Bo indebted to him for helping Bo win over the untamed heart of Barbie.

Barbie isn't going to make it easy for Bo, even with Jack's help. Like Alice, Barbie is on the aroace spectrum. She has to trust Bo in order to start developing real feelings for him, and it's going to take a lot of effort to get her to trust him.

Also, Barbie is the type to take charge. In the main universe, she's the one who holds Bo's leash. He might be the alpha dog, but he bows down at her feet. I imagine until she can feel secure in her dominance over Bo and trust that his love for her is stronger than his allegiance to the Sunny Family, she's not going to feel anything remotely close to attraction when it comes to him.

Still, Barbie and Bo are one of my ships, and it'd be a shame if they didn't eventually sail, even in this darker AU. It's just going to be a very slow burn.

It'll burn even slower if Bo gives in to his frustration and yandere impulses to force his puppy to stay with him. Only by rolling over and showing his soft belly will he stand a chance of seeing Barbie's softer side as well.

A bad end to their storyline would no doubt be Bo forcing Barbie to be his, through blackmail, debt, or both. Even in that situation, she wouldn't simply just submit. Trying to overpower her isn't going to win Barbie's love. Instead it'll just make her bear her fangs and fight back even more. The harder he forces her, the more desperately she fights, and the closer he pushes them both to their mutual destruction.

Of course, I'm a sucker for happy endings. So while Barbie isn't going to make it easy for Bo, I do like the idea that in spite of everything, Bo manages to slowly show her there's more to him than a blood-thirsty, horny killer. He's someone who loves deeply, is loyal, and would do anything to please her. His love for her is more real and pure than anything else he found in the city of St. Valen's, and despite all his dreams of becoming top dog, there's nothing he wants more than to be loved by his puppy.

Bo might hate to be on a leash, but he'll find it's not so bad when Barbie is the one holding onto it instead of Jack. In fact, when she's confidently in charge, she'll be a lot more inclined to reward her big bad alpha dog with some treats.

Oh, and naturally, Bo wouldn't be Bo without his breeding/seeding fetish. Once he and Barbie finally get together, he's going to want to knock her up immediately with his pups. He never gave serious thought about having kids before, but that's only because he never found someone he wanted as his mate before. He really hopes the pups his puppy gives him will have her pretty heterochromatic eyes.

I think we can wrap things up there for now. I hope you enjoyed another visit to this multi-crossover mafia AU. Let me know if you want to hear even more about this AU or any of my other story ideas and characters.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

[dandylovesturtles]

Fanfic Writer Ask Game!

🎯 🦈?

🎯 Do you have a writing milestone you’re working towards?

nope. I am at the whims of my inspiration and energy levels.

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

in ROTTMNT I would probably say Mikey. I think it's a little easy to lean too hard into the sort of "sweet little brother" thing that a lot of fandom likes (this isn't meant as a callout, lol, I like it too) and forget that he is canonically a little gremlin who is very silly and sometimes pretty gross (I mean he's a 13 to 15-year-old boy so it tracks).

Also he probably has the least defined character arc of literally every main character in the series (including the supporting cast like April, Splinter, Draxum, and both Caseys). Leo has his struggles with his place and identity within the team as well as his growth as a leader, Donnie has his issues with feeling replaced and directly linking his family "needing" him to his family loving him, Raph is struggling to live up to the expectations of the clan and his role as a big brother, April deals with her struggles connecting with her own peers and her fear that she doesn't count as part of the fam, Splinter has a billion things going on, Draxum has a whole redemption arc (truncated as it was) and Casey Sr effectively does too, and Casey Jr. has grief and trauma. And Mikey... would probably have had a really good character arc if we'd gotten the rest of season 2 and season 3!

A lot of Mikey's episodes where he gets to really get feelsy and show his emotions are directly tied to other people's character development, especially Donnie's and Draxum's, so we don't get as much of what his deal is. The only really solid Mikey centric episode is Hot Soup The Game, which definitely brings up Mikey's frustrations with being the youngest and thus babied as a result, so that's something you can draw on for his character, but even that's more tied directly into what he wants from interactions with other people and less about what he wants for himself.

(the truffle episode is super weird... like Mikey learns not to take his friends for granted? I guess?? I wouldn't have expected him to in the first place but yeah I guess that's some character development lol)

(actually as a total side note, it does annoy me a little that when Todd is first introduced as a character in Season 1, the whole point of his superpower being niceness was that he was so nice you'd do anything for him, and even villains were unable to turn him down, which was a really good gag and made him an interesting character. Then at some point it became that Todd's niceness meant he couldn't turn anyone down and suddenly he was just kind of a doormat, to Mikey first in the truffle episode and then all of them later in Todd Scouts. I actually like the Todd Scouts episode but also you didn't have to do that to him lmao)

(actually actually even though I like Todd Scouts I would have loved a version of that episode where Splinter stayed with them in the woods and then we dealt with how his feelings were hurt by the kids being more interested in their phones than his teaching and they could have pointed out that their dad kind of waited until late in life to start teaching them life skills and IDK WE DIDN'T GET THE FAMILY BONDING CAMPING TRIP WHEN THEY GOT CAUGHT IN THE TURTLE TANK IN SEASON 1, WHY DIDN'T WE GET IT IN SEASON 2??)

cough. anyway.

yeah so I always feel bad that when I look at my AUs and stuff I always feel like I give Mikey the least. I'm so sorry, Mikey, you're just already perfect and I don't know where to take you. ;;

Thanks for the ask!

[especiallythewomenandthechildren]

As If Destiny (part nine.five)🌹

Part Nine🌹

A/N: YALL WE REACHED 100 FOLLOWERS (101 actually 💅) THANK YOU I CAN'T SAY ENOUGH THANK YOU I LOVE YOU ALL THANK YOU! Also how did I forget to write its been like two weeks s.o.s. okay now the story -> -> ->

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The only sound in the room was the pen swiftly moving across the page, the shuffling of hospital staff outside, and your labored breathing. The screaming match between your father put some more strain on your already injured throat. Your eyes have been focused on the fresh proposals for the past twenty minutes as you honed in on the material.

Arachne has permanently settled down in the chair next to you, book in hand. Coryo and the others gave quick goodbyes - at the urge of the receptionist - few minutes prior, much to your disappointment. You expected for Arachne to begin to pack herself up, but no movement occurred. Even when she was reminded that visiting hours were done, she ignored the reminder with a flick of her hand.

You didn't know why she was so adamant to stay, but you weren't bothered. Why not let her stay?

Your constant writing has caused an ache to shoot through your hand as you rested the pen to shake it out. A sigh was let out as you realized you could benefit from a break. Not just from the writing; you really needed a break from reality after these past few months. The thought made you laugh lightly as you took in all the chaos that has surrounded you recently. You turned your head, which was laid against your fluffed pillows (Coryo could not leave you uncomfortable), towards Arachne.

The girl could feel your glance but kept her own zoned in on the red leather-bound book within her fair hands. You began zoning out on her features until her brow arched, clearly awaiting a statement of some kind. You cleared your scratchy throat slightly before addressing the stern red head.

"Why are you here, Ara?"

Her sharp-featured face was still lost within the text, but her eyes seemed to freeze at the mention of the nickname. It's been a long while since you've addressed her like that. It has been a long time since you've addressed her alone in general. Nowadays, your only interactions are in public, surrounded by your mutual friends. You've missed Arachne a great deal these past few years, though you always assumed they were unreciprocated feelings. A statement utterly untrue for the hotel heiress.

Arachne always felt a cold and unique sense of loneliness when she saw you in the hallways. Especially with Sejanus by your side. The boy's presence always made her feel less than. How could district-born scum make one of the Capital elite feel inferior? The question was a permanent marking in Arachne's brain; although, no matter how many times it plays, there is never an answer.

A suspicion is that he doesn't snark at you. He doesn't feel that pit of envy within every atom of his being. Sejanus doesn't feel like crying out in mania every time you succeed. The boy was a better person, friend, and other half than Arachne could ever be.

Instead of taking her feelings and reflecting, she could only translate them through snickers and alternative hallways taken when she spotted your smile.

The Crane girl wanted to scream, throw the glass cup next to your bed, and then collapse into your embrace. But all she could manage was a small smirk upon her colored lips.

"Are you kicking me out, Ace?"

A smile shone on your face at her reciprocation of nicknames. You've really missed these quiet moments with her. You turned completely on your side and got comfortable as you faced her.

"Just don't want you to get in trouble over me."

Your response got the teenager across from you to finally lower her book. She stared at you with mouth slightly agape in a curl of disbelief, a look matched with her eyes.

"You took a glass bottle to the neck to save me from trouble. You think I'm going to care about getting yelled at by some nurses?"

A huff of slight irritation moved through you as eye contact was enacted.

"When are you gonna give that up? You don't owe me your life!"

"Yes, I do! We both know that I'm only alive because of you!"

Her hands were moving frantically, expressing her distress over the situation. In contrast to her state, you seemed to have suddenly cooled and calmed as assumptions raced through your mind.

"So that's why you are staying? Because you're guilty?"

You meant for the words to be harsh as the implication hurt you, but it only came out broken and torn. Arachne noticed your abrupt shift of emotion as she reflected it. She shook her head slowly and rubbed her hands down her face in exhaustion.

"I'm staying because I care, okay! I'm staying because I'm frustrated and confused too! I insulted you and your family, and you still saved me. You didn't even hesitate! I still don't understand if you jumped in the way because it was me or you are always the hero."

You stayed silent throughout her confession, letting her vent through her pent-up feelings. Her rant had caused her to jump out of her seat in frustration, so as she slumped back into the old hospital chair, you processed. Not about why you saved your friend, but about the fact that she is telling you all the thoughts that haunted her. It took a few moments for you to conceive of an answer that will finally put the girl at ease.

"Arachne, I jumped in front of that bottle because I care. You may have given up on me long ago, but you will always be my first friend. I know you hate I'm friends with Sejanus and that I chose him over you and the rest. I know you think that I would favor him than you any day of the week, but that's just not true, Ara. You have no idea how many times I wish you would stop pretending to be so cold. We've been distance for so long that I don't know if it's even an act."

"I guess I took the stab for the little girl who swore to take one for me. Maybe I'm a fool and you will mock my blind actions, but I would rather die than live knowing I didn't protect little Ara."

The tears pouring out of the ambitious girl were not like those from earlier. They were not silent and shattering. No, these salty tears were rough and plentiful as she broke down. Her sobs filled the room as her body began shaking with the rough emotion. You wanted to run and envelop her in a hug, but you could barely move.

You compensated with an outstretched hand with some tissues to the sobbing girl. Her eyes cleared of the liquid enough to make out the tissues and your sympathetic smile. Her mind was too overcome with your sentiments, though her body was awake.

In a flash, Arachne jumped towards your arms and settled into your side on the hospital bed. The force of her leap was enough to cause a yelp from you as she slightly landed on your bandaged neck. She suddenly began muttering apologies to which you shushed as you comforted her. She continued on sobbing while you leaned your head on top of hers as your arms consoled her.

As she began to settle, your smile returned. Not only due to her calmness but because you made the right choice. You saved that little girl inside of Arachne. You saved her from permanent physical death and revived her from mental and emotional demise.

Ara's breathing slowed as she picked up the parchment pieces across your lap. You let her settle as she read over your proposals while you began to nod off.

A few minutes passed before you snapped back into awareness with the sound of nurses outside of your room. The noise also alerted the comfortable Arachne. In an instant, Arachne was begrudgingly out of the warm hospital bed and running across the room.

The nurses began walking into the room while your head was still plastered to the left as you watched Arachne Crane shove herself into a supply closet in the corner.

Even as the hospital staff began questioning your progress and checking up on you, the stupor was still heavy on you. They summed up your distracted answers to exhaustion and not the fact Miss Crane was making a whole lot of noise in the closet. She seemed to have bumped every bottle and container within the space and nearly fell out not once, but twice! It was a wonder how the staff didn't immediately find the girl.

The checkup passed quickly due to the entertainment provided by Ara's antics, and you were informed that you are cleared to leave by morning light.

A few moments after the door was closed and the nurses cleared the hallway, Arachne fell out of the closet along with a couple of brooms. She landed on her knees and hands - still clutching your proposals to Dr. Gaul.

When you both made eye contact, a burst of laughter was heard throughout the room. She moved back on her legs as she howled at the situation while you clutched your stomach.

You couldn't even say you've missed this because for the first time in your friendship with Arachne, you both felt like your age. Just two teenagers doing ridiculous shenanigans while breaking some rules.

Even with the context of the hospital, you considered this one of your most cherished memories.

The rest were moments with Sejanus, hugs of your mother, faded tickles with your brother, and lately: every second with Coriolanus.

When the laughter between you and Arachne finally subsided, she got up and moved to sit on the edge of your bed. She gave you another little chuckle as she handed the now crinkled and a little sweaty parchment.

"And you were worried these wouldn't be impressive, pfttt."

You smiled at her compliment - one of the only you've ever received from the snarky girl. One more quick read over and you set it down on the small bedside table. You focused your attention back to Arachne who now seemed a bit more nervous as she played with the end of her rouge skirt.

"So how exactly are you gonna sneak out of the Capital hospital?"

Her presence seemed a bit more shaky and timid as she avoided eye contact with you. Her nervous fidgeting seemed to increase as did your concern.

"Ara? Is everything okay?"

The brown-eyed girl took a hesitant breath before meeting your eyes.

"Would it be okay if I stayed here tonight? I just- I just don't want to leave you here alone."

You looked at her a bit skeptically at the reasoning. You doubted that was the full truth but you didn't wish to press. So you gave a sweet smile and a happy nod.

Whether your demeanor, answer, or a mix of both, Arachne relaxed. You expected her to move to sit in the chair next to your bed or maybe even settle in next to you. Though her mischievous smirk should have given you a warning.

The girl settled in at the end of your bed before kicking off her pretty shoes and before you could react, her socks.

"ARACHNE NO PUT THEM AWAY EW ARA-"

Her laugh was bouncing off the walls as you tried to protect yourself from her painted toes. After enough torture of flinging her feet next at you, she settled in on the bed.

"You know you could just lay next to me right?"

She just laughed as she wiggled her toes next to your head as she moved her gaze up to the ceiling. Arachne was, for the first time, truly happy. More than happy.

Arachne Crane was giddy and childish. Since your blood started spurting from the glass impact, she was sure she wouldn't fall asleep at night. Likely for a while, but here she is.

Arachne wasn't very sleepy but she was sure it was possible now that she knew you were alive. You didn't hate her like she thought you would - well should. Of all the unexpected events today, Arachne would rank your rekindling and strengthen friendship to be the most surprising.

Your eyelids began drooping, and vision began darkening. The last thing you saw was a very cheery Arachne who couldn't seem to stop smiling up at the ceiling, completely lost in reminiscence.

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and this should have been the rest of the chapter if i didn't accidentally post this before it was done 😔 part 10.5 will be up soon hopefully!

[blondeaxolotl]

Let me infodump you about Alois and Elizabeth in Red Butler AU now that y'all are aware those two are the twins (plus their interactions with Ciel) Like I said before, these two were as close as canon r!Ciel and o!Ciel were during childhood. They were inseparable, especially since Alois carried the title "big brother" with such pride, if you were to upset Lizzy you WILL get kicked in the shins by him. Like with Alois, he didn't actually care that much that he was going to be the future earl, he couldn't have given LESS much of an interest about it. He just focused on playing with Lizzy because in his lil gremlin ahh heart, his sister was most important to him (vise versa with Lizzy, Alois was most important to her). Like, if he ever felt that Lizzy was even slightly upset, he would go out of his way to steal sweets from the kitchen (cupcakes, chocolate, pieces of cake, anything he can basically carry and quickly steal without anyone noticing) and bring it to Lizzy so they could eat it together.

But never mind that, we all expected those two to be close, but here's the fun stuff now. Alois was very close with o!Ciel, Lizzy was not. Just fyi, Lizzy EASILY got sick constantly and had to stay in bed often. Alois, who never likes being alone and wants to be by Lizzy's side by all times even when she's sick. He hated the fact that everytime he tried to enter Lizzy's room to play with her or at least talk to her, He would be physically carried out of her room multiple times a day because Lizzy couldn't rest with him constantly barging in. And the way their parents solved this problem, was whenever Lizzy fell ill again. They'd invite Ciel over so he could distract Alois from entering her room when she was recovering. Since Lizzy often fell sick, both Alois and Ciel only got closer and closer together. But in reality, Lizzy was actually comforted by Alois often checking up on her, even if she felt bad because he'd always be dragged out of her room, it let her know even on sick days like these, he wanted to stay by her side. Unfortunately, it didn't take long for her to notice Alois often burst in's came less and less often. Sometimes it felt like hours or days for her (minus, y'know, her parents or one of the servants checking up on her). There was one time where she actually got out of her bed to look for Alois herself, only to be brought back by one of the servants "Alois is playing with lord Ciel, let's go back to bed now". Let's just say, within time eventually it felt like Alois liked Ciel more than he liked her. But of course, Lizzy never expressed that, she didn't want to ruin their friendship, so she never did. Of course, these lil feelings of hers always stuck with her. Even in the present time now, since Alois isn't here anymore, Ciel bonded with Lizzy more. But even though now Lizzy was close to him, she still believed that deep inside Ciel would've been happier if Alois was in her place instead. She felt that Ciel smiling at her was not deserved, she didn't deserve his happiness, it's why she struggled smiling back at him. Even if Ciel did truly love her, she felt like she was robbing her own brother by getting closer to Ciel, and being the one who survived instead of him.

[absolutely-normal-about-x]

Okay but now I've got to ask: what if Axl survived until Legends as well?

But we're here to have some fun, folks!!!!!!!

I gotta do a really big think here, boys

Now, Axl is a very interesting case because you have to consider that he’s not as well known after the elf wars compared to X and Zero. So he can go anonymous the longest.

In terms of his appearance, he’s slightly older but not as grizzled as X and Zero. His armor is slightly altered, but he still has the experience and skills to be in the same ranks as X and Zero. But now he wears a large poncho, a cowboy hat, and currently holds a large rifle on his back, but still holds on to his iconic pistols. He's also the type of dude that pretends his lollipops are cigarettes and cigs are shit, but chewing down a delicious treat while shooting down enemies is such an Axl move in your honor. In terms of personality, he’s a bit more mature and wise than he previously was but is more lax and adventurous. He's the wise, fun-loving uncle!

Like Zero, he also awakens earlier than X and the guardians. So he’s been around before the events of Legends 1. He would have been awakened after Zero, so there is that. It's kind of tricky for me since he has the copy-chip ability to translate that into a carbon body. The best way I can spin this is that Axl is essentially a shapeshifter, but the trade is that he can't copy 100% of the individual's form and abilities for a much more limited time, which also depends on the size of the individual. He can't shapeshift into smaller beings, nor can he shift into larger forms (basically back to a primitive version of his old copy ability but with fewer drawbacks than it used to). But you know that it wasn't limited to him. That's right, baby! His good old-fashioned sharpshooter skills never faltered after all those years!

Like Zero, he became a wanderer, exploring this new world. However, unlike Zero, who normally just stays distant from others, he is doing his own thing. Is Old Axl here? He explores this world and wants to see what it has to offer. He used his shapeshifting abilities to disguise himself in order not to be seen. Always interacting with the world around him, he made a name for himself as “The Gunslinger.”

Going around to different islands and helping people out basically, but as a vigilante, noting that he's not exactly a “digger” like Zero. But boy does he love a good old treasure hunt, though. Eventually, he formed his own little group after he began to mentor and pick up strays on his travels, slowly forming essentially Red Alert 2.0 (probably under a different name). But unlike the original, Red Alert is less like morally questionable guns for hire. They are more of a vigilante group that targets air pirates who start trouble and steal their shit for fun. They have their own set of morals to prevent falling into unfortunate choices (something that Axl made damn sure to never repeat in the circumstances that led to his first family’s demise). He made sure that the group can work without him but he’ll check up with them every now and then.

The interesting thing about Axl is that unlike Zero, he died earlier in the elf wars so he wasn't around when the Guardians were created so he didn't have that same clue as Zero when it comes to Volnutt’s connection towards X in the first place. So it's gonna take a while for him to figure out that X and Zero are alive..

In terms of how he finds out it would've been more of an accident than coincidence, probably in a bar where Fefnir hangs out once a day. Having a neat conversation with the large guy talking about things until some asshole got way too drunk for his own started harassing folks one thing lead to another a bar fight ensues. Lets be honest these two had a blast during the whole fight especially Fefnir like holy fuck this dude is fucking awesome, like his sharpshooter skills are insane he’s never seen anyone with those types of skills…Aside from Blonde Basta- Uncle Zero and his father. Axl compliments Fefnir with that strength of his. Fefnir asked The Gunslinger if they want to spar because he wants a hell of a challenge since most of his opponents aside from his family are just reaverbots or just crooks who barely stand up against him. Axl would at first think about it but realizes he never really got a good fight in years…

“Oh! What the hell sure thing Kid! But first gotta do it with my clear mind first cause can't fight while wasted! Meet me up on the Next island over so we can have a real fight if ya want to invite yer siblings come on down i love to show ya a real challenge!”

“Oh you're on old man!’

“Oi! I'm not that old!”

The next day on the island where the duel is taking place, Axl is waiting for his opponent or well opponents cleaning up his pistols and rifle thinking about how odd that kid was. Reminiscing the good times he had in his previous life, sighing that spirit reminds him of his youth. Then he hears talking, turning around he sees the kid and others and jeez talk about the family. Huh judging of the others he recognizes them from the news along with Fefnir the “Four Guardians if he puts it, but one catches his attention well two. The scrawny blue one who seems the most excited to meet the “Gunslinger” and is talking to that man. He looks so similar to the older man, so that must be his dad probably. It was at this moment he decided to introduce himself to get a good look at the family until he stopped at the Older man…he reacted with the same expression of bewilderment that X does when he's-

“X? X is that you?!” he blurts out dropping his once cool attitude taking off his hat revealing his iconic scar.

The man’s eyes widened, shaking at the sight he was seeing. Tears welling up in his tired yet kind eyes of his..

“A-AXL!? YOU'RE ALIVE H-HOW?! YOU DIED IN THE ELF WARS!”

“Ha! You ya really think it's gonna take more than that keep this son of a bitch down i’ll tell ya-”

Without warning he was hugged by his old friend who got a lil bit too emotional for his own good. Before giving the gunslinger some breathing room. Like damn X changed a lot he looks pretty much rocking that tired dad look…literally even having the dad bod and all!

“Jeez X you changed alot since the last time we saw each other, I get this is a peaceful era and all but damn you way more relaxed is retirement treating ya well?”

X chuckled at the comment “More or less-”

“Umm excuse me” a voice interrupted the conversation between the two veterans looking at the confused Guardians and Scrawny Blue who were standing there awkwardly.

“Dad do you know this guy” Scrawny Blue asked

“Yeah! This is your Uncle Axl”

The boy’s eyes widen with excitement at the man while the other 4 are in bewilderment at this sight.

Holy shit he's an uncle! Damn he knew X is the type to be a parent but damn settling down was not on his bingo list.

“Damn X didnt know you had it in ya! Lemmie guess those Four are your apprentices or something?”

X looked at the guardians and then to Axl laughing nervously

“Ummmm actually Axl…those four…are my children too like…there his Siblings…”

“HOLY SHIT X MY MAN, MY BROTHER, I HAVE NO IDEA YOU WHERE THIS LOOSE-’’

“AXL!! NO IT'S NOT LIKE THAT I SWEAR TO ASIMOV AND NOT IN FRONT OF VOLNUTT HE'S TOO YOUNG FOR THAT!!!!”

“What is happening?!”

“When we will have OUR FUCKING FIGHT UNCLE AXL!?”

To say the least it was an eventful day for those two but don't worry Fefnir got his fight with uncle Axl ... .After X explained what the hell happened after the elf wars and such. To say the least he loves his nieces and nephews.

[kitkatopinions]

I think that people have the weird idea that other people's liking for villains or desire to see them redeemed comes exclusively from whether or not that villain committed bad actions. And it's like, yes, bad actions are considered as part of why I'll like or dislike villains or want them to be redeemed, but there's a lot more to it. Typically it looks something like this

For instance, Emerald grew up as a houseless orphan, that's a sympathetic and interesting backstory. Her motives are to try and please the abusive woman she has a misplaced attachment to, that's a sympathetic motivation. She's shown care towards Mercury. Her personality is so interesting. As a villain her possible dynamics with Team RWBY who she deceived - and specifically with Ruby who she interacted with the most - could be very interesting if she got redeemed. Her writing was consistently good for six seasons and only just started suffering from bad writing in the last season she was in. The voice acting has been consistently good. There's at least a strong fear element at play in some of her villainy, that's at least a bit of coercion. She was clearly unhappy in her villainy. She's not directly abusive past her regular every day fighting. My sis and I started writing for Emerald when we did a 'V6 rewrite' before volume seven came out and I love how we write for her. And the rwby writers rushing her redemption arc and not paying attention to her emotional state so far leads me to just want to write a good redemption for her. So her chart looks like

The fact that she killed Penny doesn't make her unredeemable to me. I don't feel obligated to hate her just because she did a very bad thing. If she didn't do bad things, she wouldn't be a villain at all. People getting angry because she's done bad things and 'gets to be redeemed,' is weird to me because like, I'm just sitting here thinking about how the problems with her supposed 'redemption arc' to me are things like the writers bypassing her attachment to Cinder and not giving enough time towards unpacking Emerald's emotional state, and not giving it a slow enough burn.

While meanwhile Cardin's list looks like this

Cardin has technically done less worse things than Emerald. But do I want him redeemed? Do I like him as a villain? No. In fact I like him less than almost every single other RWBY villain. He is so much more boring to me than Cinder or Salem, so despite not wanting Cinder or Salem to be redeemed, I would much rather see them redeemed than Cardin. He might technically have not committed as terrible of things as... Every RWBY villain, but also he's boring, badly voice acted, I'm uninterested in his dynamics, I feel like every other villain is more interesting and also the majority of them are more sympathetic, and pretty much the only way I think he should have been given more attention is as a cautionary tale about how racists shouldn't be given law enforcement badges.

"How could you like Ironwood and not Cinder?" Because even though 'wants to bomb a city' and 'wanted to destroy Vale' are very similar acts, the act itself doesn't matter as much as the writing, how the character was done, whether or not the character is sympathetic - Ironwood was on the hero side for like seven seasons, he's going to have more people who wanted him to stay a hero than 'villain from the start, badly voice acted, and increasingly badly written for' Cinder who only got a tragic backstory in volume eight that many people felt was also disjointed and badly done.

Like, yeah, Neo tormenting Ruby and killing Little makes her a lot harder to redeem in the show, but I don't like her less, especially because she's existed since V2 and I started writing for her when V6 was still coming out, and I think it's actually gross that the writers had the disabled woman get her body taken over and someone puppeteering her mouth to SPEAK and then had her commit suicide. I'm not just going to obligatorily require myself to stop liking her because people who kill mice characters I already found annoying no longer 'deserve redemption.'

Like yeah, Roman's a horrible little bitch tbh who tried to kill a fifteen year old and attacks people with a laugh, but at the same time he's such a fun, dynamic, interesting, and well written character that I love imagining him as a good guy. Why do I like him more than Cinder when Cinder has a more sympathetic backstory and has been around a lot longer? Because the writing for Cinder has sucked since volume four, she's horrible to her underlings, and her voice acting has always been awful, plus Roman's possible dynamics with the heroes are much more interesting to me than Cinder's connection only to Ruby and weirdly Jaune when even that hasn't been well explored, Roman was a less serious villain making the transition from villain to hero easier for him than it'd be for Cinder.

People actually measuring whether or not they feel like they're allowed to like villains based on whether or not they exceeded some ever-moving bar of 'evil-enough-to-be-a-villain-without-being-too-much-of-a-villain sounds exhausting and very unfun. Like watch people try to justify why people have to hate Adam but don't have to hate Hazel. Watch people try to justify why people have to hate Ironwood but don't have to hate Cinder. It's so silly lol. I can't imagine living like that. If I like a villainous character and they do something that takes it too far for my personal tastes, I number one understand that what I personally consider too far for a fictional villain isn't what other people consider too far and number two I just cut it out of my headcanons and keep enjoying the villain and writing redemption arcs into my fics anyway.

They are fictional villains, the fictional actions they do to other fictional people in their fictional stories oddly isn't my only concern lol.

[demonslayedher]

How would the rest of the story play out if Mitsuri was actually filling in for Kyojurou during the Infinity Train arc?

In reference to this joke of a post, most excellently transformed into art here (thank you, it's amazing and I still love it)!

Of course, it was only meant to be a joke because it fixes only one problem of that night; that Akaza won't stay and fight if it means crossing hands with a girl. It leaps with Love Breath flamboyance over the whole issue of the train crashing after having turned into a demon and the whole getting crushed inside one's dreams thing. Mitsuri might have the love-for-all-people power to save over 200 passengers and deal major internal damage to Enmu, albeit with potentially less clear instructions to her juniors and needing a moment to calm and realize there's got to be a head somewhere to cut off. However, if you let Mitsuri accomplish her dreams inside her dreams, I hate to say it, but everyone might be done for. She fights with her gut and her guts loves and trusts people. Even if she has an inkling that something is off, she's got a history of denying herself her own feelings and the "oh, danger!" push might come too late.

But this is a Fix-It AU, we're fixing it with Nezuko befriending Mitsuri before the tickets get punched (despite the stares of other passengers), and when Nezuko's playmates fell asleep, she didn't like the menacing looks of the people coming in with ropes, so she burned the ropes (and inadvertently, the tickets) and starting trying to wake up Tanjiro and Mitsuri right away. That probably makes Enmu confused as hell about whats going on, so maybe he and Nezuko duke it out a bit before the others finally wake up, and he hasn't made much progress on oneness with the train, so Mitsuri offs him before he ever got to do much.

Maybe Akaza shows up. Maybe he leaves before they notice him. Maybe he shows up while Enmu is in peril and he gives the train a punch to tell Enmu to shape up in there and not embarrass Muzan, resulting in Mitsuri saving 200 passengers anyway.

Since Mitsuri witnesses Nezuko fight and protect the passengers, she sings Nezuko's praises far and wide, contributing to the others accepting her better (however begrudingly), especially Rengoku, whom she reintroduces Tanjiro to, so he can inquire about Hinokami Kagura. Tanjiro becomes Rengoku's Tsuguko. This AU continues to fix everything! Senjuro still has a bit of a toothache, though, sacrifices had to be made. At some point Tanjiro will headbutt Shinjuro anyway and Rengoku stepping in to defend his Tsuguko leads to a change of heart and positive character development for Shinjuro after all. Senjuro's really gonna need that tooth pulled with how well this is going.

Mitsuri stops by the Butterfly Mansion more to visit Nezuko, so this means more on-screen interactions between Mitsuri and Shinobu. Did I say 'more'? I meant 'finally some.'

Not having had the extreme failure to drive them, maybe the Kamaboko boys wouldn't had worked as hard on training the four months before... nah, Rengoku training them all, they'll be fine in Yoshiwara. They still generally reside at the Butterfly Mansion because Shinobu accepted official responsibility for Tanjiro and Nezuko.

Iguro hates how much Mitsuri talks about the Kamados. Tanjiro gets death threats from both Haganezuka and a mystery hater with nice handwriting.

Fighting Hantengu goes smoother because Tanjiro and Mitsuri are already familiar enough with each other that they fight well together. And since he's alive and well, Rengoku is there too! Maybe even fighting alongside Muichiro and being the first to warmly congratulate him on having his memories back. Oh my heart, I want this. Also, after meeting Genya, Rengoku keeps making conversation about him to Sanemi, who can't manage to pull the "I have no brother" line when Rengoku is so aware of the truth. This leads to some kind of socially award situation in which the Shinazugawa brothers have to get along.

And... and 'cause this is a fix-it AU Akaza is no match for Rengoku and Giyuu combined, and... and somehow or another Rengoku saves 200 Demon Slayers in the Mugen-jo. Is that too much to ask of this AU?? Argh... probably. This is where I leave the rest up to your imaginations. Keep pulling Senjuro's teeth if you must.

[mint-yooxgi]

Hi! Could I request a Yandere! Otome! Felix x reader?

The game Felix is apart of is sort of like a virtual reality of sorts and when Felix meets and gets to know the Reader, he absolutely falls in love with her and can’t bare the thought of her leaving him so he tries to transfer his programming into an AI robot so that way he can keep taking care of her even in the real world?

The game had started off as something harmless. Something that you could go to when you needed a pick me up at home so you could attempt to feel less lonely. Something that was supposed to be just for fun.

Hours were spent just laying on your bed with your oculus on your head as you submerged yourself into this game. A game which had many different options to choose from in terms of romances and friendships, as well as characters whom you could select or change at any point in time if you no longer wanted to continue on their route.

One boy in particular slowly started creeping in your heart.

Out of all of the options, Felix was probably the one you got along with the best. He was kind, caring, and a complete doofus at times, but that only made him even more endearing to you. So, of course he was the one that you spent the most time with, ending up on his story route more often than not. Even if you started on another path, you somehow always found yourself drawn back to his, whether by choice or some weird glitch of the game.

It was fine at first, until each time you would log in to be with him you started to remember just how lonely you actually were in the real world. You needed to separate fiction from reality. No matter how badly you wanted to simply stay with him in this virtual world, you knew you couldn't. Being with him didn't replace that hole in your heart. That emptiness of which you would be reminded of every time he would do something sweet for you, or make you laugh in the game.

Felix noticed. Of course he did. How could he not when he was so desperately in love with you ever since you talked to him that first day you logged into the game. Finally, someone chose him for himself, and not just his 'sexy-ass deep voice'. Though, he knows you're just as affected by it as everyone else, especially if the way you react when he teases you with it is anything to go by.

It bothered him. Every time you would leave, the world around him would seemingly lose its colour, his senses dulling until you came back into his life.

All he wants to do is love and cherish you, to hold you close and whisper those sweet nothings he knows you've always dreamed of having said to you. Only, he can't. At least, not yet.

You've been distant lately. Not signing in to interact with him as much as before, and Felix hates that. He hates not being able to see your face every day. He hates not being able to spend hours talking with you just like all those weeks prior. More than all of that, though, he hates not being able to touch you.

The two of you had been sitting outside at one of the cafés. The sun had been shining brightly in the sky as a cool breeze drifted past.

Nothing could have made him happier in this moment other than being with you. He thought things were going great, too. You were laughing at something he just said and he could feel his heart racing in his chest at hearing that melodic sound coming from you. The fact that he was the one that made you laugh, too, is just icing on the cake.

Until he saw the way your eyes had dimmed right afterwards, a sort of sad expression taking over your features.

"Sorry, Lix," you send him a tight smile as you stand from your seat. "I have to go now."

His mood plummets as you log out right then and there, disappearing from his line of sight in the blink of an eye.

Felix can only sit there, stunned, as he stares into the empty air in front of him where you just were. Did he do something wrong? Did he say something that upset you? What happened?

His breathing starts to quicken, panic rising in his throat as he overthinks everything he did in this past little interaction with you. You can't be leaving him, can you?

A few days go by without any sight nor sound of you. Felix cannot help but begin to panic even more. What if you never come back? You can't just leave him like this. No, he won't let you. You're meant to be, and the amount of time you've spent together, the connection you have, proves it.

You, on the other hand, had decided to try and get your mind off of Felix and that dating game. Instead of sitting at home by yourself, you decided to try your hand at online dating. Finally, you could attempt to actually have something that's real.

Which is exactly how you find yourself standing beside the fountain at the mall waiting for you date to arrive. The two of you made plans to meet up in the early afternoon to simply walk around the mall and get to know each other better. Hopefully, all goes well.

Looking up when someone calls your name, a smile tugs at your lips as you see Hyunjin, your date, approaching you. However, before you can so much as reply to him, another voice - a familiar voice - has your blood running cold.

"There you are," Felix grins as he steps in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he does so. "Sorry to keep you waiting, my love."

Of course he would know exactly where you were. It took him no time at all to hack into your phone and discover that you were trying to leave him; to replace him. Like hell Felix would ever let that happen.

Finding and creating a perfect replica of himself for your world was the hard part, but he managed. The shock on your face is worth it, every time.

Hyunjin looks almost as shocked as you do as he raises a brow at the blond male across from him with his arm around your waist, "and who the hell are you?"

"Me?" Felix chuckles, and you notice something within his eyes flash as he introduces himself, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Their boyfriend."

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Chapter 32

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

"The coast is clear?" Javi calls from the other side of the door.

"All clear!" Barb calls back, stepping away from my now fully-clothed body. I smirk to myself, as if he hasn't already seen everything underneath this gown.

Javi opens the door to my adjoining suite, looking dashing in his deep blue tuxedo. He freezes mid-step, taking in my navy gown, adorned head to toe in sparkly embellishments. My hair is pulled up off my neck in an up-do, courtesy of Sophie. My eyes were smokey, with just enough sparkle to coordinate with the gown.

I wait for him to say something, but he just stands there, frozen. A giggle bubbles up my throat.

"Seriously?" Barb asks, "Three hours of work from the best of the best and you've got nothing to say?"

Sophie laughs, and Javi smiles ever so slightly, just shaking his head.

"Beautiful," He says softly, "Absolutely beautiful."

Of course my cheeks grow red, but I hope with the help from Sophie, it's far less detectable.

"Thank you," I say shyly.

Sophie lets out an, "Awww," and Barb just scoffs. Despite her typical quips, she was over-the-moon when I told her about Javi and me, and my decision to finally go after what I want as she suggested. And she was even more overjoyed when I asked if she could help me get ready for the premiere. Over-the-moon may be a slight exaggeration on my part, but she cracked several smiles when I had asked, and that was good enough for me. Barb asked Sophie for me, who was really just excited to have an excuse to come to the premiere herself. I had no idea how to get a gown for this type of occasion, but sure enough, Barb already had pulled multiple looks from storage for me to try when we arrived in Paris for the premiere. This one happened to fit like a glove, and it was a bonus that it matched Javi's suit of course. Since this is our first official outing as a couple.

We've stayed in hiding for the past few months until the premiere arrived. A week or so with my parents, but mostly at Javi's home in L.A. It was nice to spend so much time together again, especially time that was uninterrupted by call times. Though he had to dodge some pretty tough questions during the press junket these last few weeks, he did so with grace. I've stayed off social media entirely, and asked Lana and Mia not to send anything my way. Over the last two months, things would die down and the media would sink their teeth into someone else, but then Javi would be asked about a love scene in the movie, or I would be seen arriving to his house, and it would start up again. The bulk of it all worried me, but when he came home and we cooked together, played games together, or held each other, the worry would fade. I want him. And I don't care what anyone else thinks now.

Javi walks fully into the room now, picking up both of my hands and not even attempting to hide his obvious gawking.

"You're a masterpiece," he says, his eyes glowing.

"And I'm the artist," Barb snaps, "Now we need to get on the road before both of you hotshots hold up the entire premiere."

"Wait! We need to take a picture to send to Lana and Mia, I promised," I say.

"And your parents," Javi adds with a smile, "I believe they said they were entitled to the first picture."

I roll my eyes, though I can't fight back a smile of my own.

I knew my parents wouldn't care about Javi's career, especially with their consistent lack of star-struckness, and I didn't think they would care about his age. However, that didn't stop me from having a pit in my stomach when they arrived home from work the day Javi came to Connecticut.

After we had both calmed down, I gave him a tour of the house, spending a little too long in my bedroom, and then I took him for a walk around the neighborhood. I showed him where I broke my wrist riding my bike, the house my childhood best friend lived in before she moved away, and the route I used to take trick-or-treating. Being with him then, knowing that no one in this sleepy neighborhood would ever notice or care that we were there, it calmed me down even further. Even still, it was a relief when my parents welcomed him with open arms. Not that they weren't surprised to find him in their living room after work. We made dinner together, and my parents made a genuine effort to get to know him, asking primarily about his upbringing and his hobbies outside of work, which I was grateful for. Javi could tell right away that they weren't the Hollywood type, and strangely, I think that bonded them much quicker. In just a couple of short months, he now probably speaks with them more often that I do.

We practice posing a few times for Sophie, who aims to get the best angle of us with my phone. All three of them give me tips on how to best pose on a red carpet, and the mention of that makes my heart flutter. I had given so much thought to how to conduct myself if I was asked any questions, specifically any questions about Blake, that I had given very little thought to where to put my hands, or just how tall I can stand before it looks forced. There are a surprising amount of micro-movements to consider when you realize there will be at least fifteen to twenty cameras on you at all times.

The lucky thing was, I didn't have to worry about Blake being on the red carpet. The story that they are selling, or rather that Tom and the PR team is selling, is that Blake had a scheduling conflict and could no longer attend tonight's event, just as he has not been attending several of the press tour events. The real story is that Blake is under investigation for verbally harassing an employee on the last project he participated in before he came to Norwick. In what I believe to be a certain poetic justice, there was video proof of this harassment that was leaked online, and it was more than damning. Even though his outburst was ridiculous, it brought some peace. I would probably never have to see him again, and the whistleblower employee would never have to work with him again. It may be a nightmare for Tom, but once this press circuit is over, Blake isn't anyone's problem anymore.

We finally get a picture that I approve of, one with my hand on Javi's chest, both of us smiling at each other. It feels real, natural, and relaxed. Many of the pictures to come will be quick, posing for photographers who were likely trying to get a more seedy photo of us when we were outed as a couple. I like the idea that this is the first real picture we have of the night. I fire it off to my parents, who likely won't be able to respond for several hours, and to Mia and Lana, who immediately flood my phone with love, despite the eight hour time difference. My heart squeezes, and I place a quick kiss on Javi's cheek. As this small gesture turns Javi's cheeks a deep red, I worry my heart might explode altogether.

After profusely thanking Sophie and Barb, we're ushered downstairs to the underground parking lot where a car is waiting to take us to the premiere. Javi doesn't let go of my hand the entire time.

"--And the security detail will be with us on the carpet, as well as my publicist. Danielle will be with us all night." He's given me this information several times, but he squeezes my hand as he repeats it again. "You can ask her anything you need to throughout the night."

I nod, "I know, thank you." I have been introduced to Danielle a couple of times now, and she knows her shit. She's coached me a few times on how to answer tricky questions, though now that we're almost to the carpet, I'm unsure if any of it stuck. I swipe my thumb across the back of Javi's hand a few times, and he brings it to his lips to leave a kiss. It eases the pounding of my heart, just a little.

"Remember, you can change your mind at any time. You don't have to stay, you can skip the carpet and meet me inside, and we could probably leave early once the movie starts."

Also not the first time he's told me this. The earnestness of his gaze calms me further.

"I know that, too." I place my hand on the side of his face, "But you've been answering all of these intrusive questions on your own. I'm not nervous, I just want to be here for you."

His gaze softens, and he gives me a quick kiss. I may have lied a bit about the nervous part, but every time Javi squeezes my hand, I know that we can do this. At the very least, we can go out in public together now. And a few months ago, I wouldn't have believed that to be a possibility.

The car pulls to a stop, and I take one final deep breath. Javi raises his eyebrows at me.

"Ready?" he asks.

"As I'll ever be," I smile back at him.

I let him get out first, hearing the crowd go crazy even after he closes his door. He told me ahead of time that standard protocol would be for my door to be facing the carpet, and as his date I should wait for him to get my door for me. Even after my years in the film industry, I hadn't considered the red carpet logistics. After the film is made, I enjoy my hiatus and cram in as many online courses as possible. I had never been invited to a premiere, and I never thought my first one would be like this. Dolled up, walking the carpet, involved in a scandal. I shake the last thought from my head as Javi appears on my side, opening the door and offering me his hand.

I accept it, smiling up at him. Immediately, it feels as though thousands of flash bulbs explode around me. I keep my eyes on Javi, his arm wrapping protectively around me. When I do look ahead, it's just as we practiced. I keep my eyes unfocused, not addressing any specific camera, and allow him to lead me forward to where the actual carpet begins. Seemingly out of thin air, Danielle appears next to us in her black suit and access pass.

"Good to see you both," She says in a tone so calm and collected that you would never know that there were dozens of screaming fans behind us. "We're going to start up on the right with some photos, and after that I'll direct you to the press."

"At least three interviews?" Javi asks.

"Yes, at least three," Danielle puts herself between us and the cameras to our left, indicating us to go first.

When we enter this part of the carpet, I can see Jack Wyatt a few yards away, speaking with a reporter. He must have just finished his photos, which means Javi is next. When these photographers spot him, they go just as crazy as the ones outside. Danielle leads Javi to his spot before coming back to stand beside me. She had told me ahead of time that we would start with just Javi, and bring me up if the photographers asked for it.

And they are, loudly.

"Ava!"

"Miss Cohen!"

"Javi, bring your girlfriend up here!"

"Let's see the happy couple!"

Despite their calls, Javi continues to pose for them, making no moves to bring me forward. After a few minutes, I see why he does it. The yelling calms, and they take their time asking him for different angles. The excitement of it calms, and it takes to seem more like they have a job to do. When this shift takes place, Javi looks over to me and winks. That is when Danielle gently guides me forward, and I suck in a quick breath taking my place next to Javi and the giant poster that includes a rather dashing photo of him.

When I take my place at his side, the flashing kicks up again, and I give them all my best confident, but not too overly excited, smile.

"You belong here," Javi whispers against the shell of my ear. "And you look incredible." I blush, smiling at him. I don't miss how they all start yelling because of it, but I block it out. He squeezes my side, pulling me closer to him. Javi then looks back at all of them, not quite smiling, but just looking out at them all. A complete professional. It may be a while until I can do the same, though it already feels much easier than I expect it to. I fully expected to fall on my face, or throw up in front of everybody. But I'm grounded, with him next to me, both feet are firmly on the ground.

After the photos, Danielle directs Javi to the interview station where several publications are lined up, waiting to speak with him. Many of them eye me as he answers their questions. Thankfully, the first two ask mostly about this film, how his past projects differ, what it was like to work with Emma and Jack. I find it interesting that no one brings up Blake, and I wonder if they were asked not to by Norwick or their own publications.

That is, until he gets to the last interviewer. The man, who's name I can't hear from where I'm standing with Danielle, seems to be out for blood. I do hear him mention Blake's name, so I try to nonchalantly step forward to get more context.

"--What I am pleased about is how well our cast and crew came together to finish the film and I hope audiences have just as much fun watching it as we did making it." I hear the end of Javi's statement and feel a glow of pride. Whatever the question was about Blake, he shut it down just as easily as he had the other inappropriate questions from these past few weeks.

"Speaking of the crew," the man looks to me and I feel my eyes grow wide. "Ava Cohen, you worked on set with Javi, isn't that right?"

I hesitate, not sure if I'm even allowed to engage with him. I feel Danielle's hand on my back, and Javi takes the opportunity to pull me close to him once again.

"That's right," I decide to keep my responses as short as possible.

"As an assistant?" I don't miss the skepticism in his voice as he shoves the microphone to my mouth.

"A production assistant, yes. I've worked with Norwick for several years." I say politely.

"Ava has been promoted to Key-PA, actually." Javi smiles at me.

"Ah! Congratulations," the interviewer says with feigned enthusiasm.

"Thank you," I smile at him.

"I'd be remiss if I didn't ask what this transition has been like for you. All this attention, the negativity from Emma, how do you go from behind the scenes to being thrust in the public eye?" Not a hint of embarrassment from this guy. Incredible. There wasn't any negativity from Emma, she was the one who caught Blake. Though the press didn't know that, they also have no reason to believe that Emma and I wouldn't be getting along.

Javi opens his mouth, but I beat him to the punch.

"You know, it's a lot to take in for sure. If anything, I'm relying on Emma's kindness and her recommendations of how to tackle a situation like this. But take all the cameras away, and I'm just a girl who met a guy at work, and we happened to like each other. The rest of it..." I look at Javi, "It's just noise. It doesn't matter when we're together." Javi's eyes glow, hearing me repeat his words from many weeks ago. I can practically feel the pride rippling off of him.

The interviewer looks far less pleased, realizing that he won't get the scoop he was hoping for. He thanks us for our time, and we're escorted to the end of the carpet. Javi bends to whisper something to me just as I hear more screaming behind us.

I turn around, and see Emma, looking every bit the Hollywood starlet in a long, shimmering gold gown. She takes her time posing, making the photographers go crazy. Emma and I hadn't spoken since the wrap party, truthfully. But the idea that they were going to turn us against each other when she helped me with Blake, and she never wanted Javi in the first place...it was ridiculous. When she turns to show the back of her dress, I catch her eye. Without thinking, I wave at her. Emma grins, giving a small wave back. She takes a step toward me, and as soon as I take one toward her, we instinctively move to meet in the middle. I didn't plan it, and I hope it doesn't give Danielle a heart attack, but Emma and I share a tight hug in the middle of the carpet. The cameras flash nonstop, but I don't care.

"Thank you," I whisper, "Truly. For what you did with you-know-who."

"Don't mention it," She whispers back, "I've dealt with enough of those bozos in my time. We could use one less of them running around."

I giggle, feeling my eyes water.

We take another moment to smile at each other, and she squeezes both of my hands before returning to her mark, immediately becoming the portrait of glamor once again.

I walk back over to Javi and Danielle, both of them smiling at me. Javi takes my hand, and Danielle guides us into the theater.

"I hope that was okay," I say quietly to both of them, "The last guy mentioned 'Emma's negativity' and I did that without thinking."

Javi shakes his head. "You were perfect. All of it."

Danielle nods, the majority of her attention focused on her phone. "I agree. There shouldn't be any fall out from that," she peaks up from her screen just long enough to flash me a smile, "You were great." I breathe a sigh of relief.

Javi doesn't stop smiling at me the entire way inside the theater. Danielle and I take our seats, and he kisses the back of my hand before leaving me to join Lloyd, Jack, and Alice toward the stage. Emma comes in shortly after, eliciting excited squeals from some of the rows behind me. She's the last of the main cast to arrive, and I see her chatting with Javi, Lloyd and a man who I assume is the moderator. Soon, all of them are taking the stage, and we all erupt into thunderous applause. I can't contain my smile at this point, especially with the relief of the carpet being over. It takes everything in me not to get up and do a standing ovation, just to get the last of the remaining nervous energy out of me.

There is a rather short Q&A between the moderator and the cast and crew. Lloyd answers a majority of the questions, and I suppress a laugh when he talks about how calm he felt in Italy, surrounded by the tranquil water of Lake Como. Images of him beat red, on the verge of screaming pop into my head. To be fair, perhaps that is what Lloyd considers calm.

Javi and Emma are asked about their romance of course, and it's Emma who responds first.

"All of those more intimate scenes, or more awkward should we say, are always made easier when you're friends with the person."

"Friends? When we screened the film, it seemed rather steamy." The moderator's cadence makes it sound like a joke, but even still, he's reminding me of the human headache of a reporter that we left outside.

"Thank you, Issac. I take that as a testament of my craft," Javi jokes, readjusting his bowtie for dramatic affect. The crowd laughs, and I wonder if this is maybe now the last question I'll hear being asked about their relationship.

There are a few more questions for Jack, about his return to the screen after several years of a break, and a couple more for Alice and Lloyd to answer. Then finally, the moderator, –Issac apparently– thanks all of them for their answers, and the crowd cheers widely as they all begin to return to their seats.

"And now, without further ado, it is my privilege to present to you all, the world premiere of Overreach!"

Javi makes it back to our seats just as the lights go dim. He promptly places his hand on my knee, giving it three light squeezes. I don't think he's ever been as into these reassuring squeezes as he has this night.

"Great job," I whisper to him.

His hand grabs my chin before I can turn toward the screen. "Thank you, my love." My heart stutters. He's never called me that before, and now I don't want him to call me anything else. We've both known, for a while now, what we are to each other. But it felt too heavy to say those three specific words without knowing how we would face the public together. But I feel it, all the time.

Without a second thought, I place a light kiss to his lips. I make a move to pull back, but he doesn't let me, sweeping his hand behind my neck. He tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss enough for my toes to attempt to curl within my heels.

Javi smirks at my expression when he finally allows me to pull back.

"Bastard," I breathe.

He chuckles to himself, turning toward the screen and focusing as if he hadn't just been kissing the life out of me.

I find it hard to concentrate on the movie, as I'm far too absorbed in what we've just done. My biggest fears came to life, and I survived. I've been in talks with Dwayne and I'm feeling more and more prepared to take over as Key-PA for our next project, which begins shooting in just under a month. The entire country found out about us, and neither of us ran. We're standing tall, together. Taking pictures together, answering the tough questions together, sitting next to each other in a movie theater. In a weird sense, this is the most normal date we've ever had, that is, except for our very first. Though at the time, I wasn't sure if that had been a date until he had kissed me.

With the thought of that night, I lay my head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly. He makes it increasingly harder to concentrate on the movie, tracing lazy circles on my knee. The silk fabric of my dress feels like an impossibly thin barrier between us, and yet way too thick at the same time. I find myself looking down at his hand far too often. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that the people around us could take note. But I smile a little to myself when I realize that doesn't matter now.

Only twenty minutes later, Javi whispers to me, "Hey."

I look up to meet his gaze, "Hi."

"Wanna get out of here?" He winks.

I sit up, "Um, are we allowed to do that?"

"Of course, I'm sure Jack and Emma have already left." I do remember hearing from our crew that a lot of the talent rarely stays for the entire premiere. It just feels funny to leave an event so early that we spent so long prepping for. Though I can't deny as soon as he mentions the idea, a smile grows on my face.

I nod at him, and almost instantly he gets Danielle's attention, giving her a little wave. She gives him a knowing nod, and throws a smile my way. I mouth a thank you to her as we stand.

Javi keeps his cool as we exit the theater, his hand placed on the small of my back to lead me out the side door. But as soon as we're back in the lobby, he grabs my hand, and pulls me along with him as fast as these heels allow.

"C'mon! We can go out the back!" His grin is contagious.

"Wait, we're leaving, leaving? What about the after party?" I say through a fit full of laughter.

"I have my own ideas of an after party." He turns to give me a mischievous smile that makes my stomach leap with excitement.

To my surprise, there are cars waiting behind the theater to take us back to our hotel. This was one part of the night he hadn't prepped me for, and I wonder if he wanted it to be a surprise. Or maybe on the list of importance, an early getaway was rather low.

It was an effort not to have our hands all over each on the car ride back to the hotel. The reflection of our driver in the rearview was enough to keep me from kissing Javi, but I had my hand wrapped tightly on his thigh the entire way.

As soon as we are back in our room, he pushes me against the closed door and crushes his lips to mine. I hold him tightly by the collar of his suit jacket, keeping him as close to me as possible. His hands wrap around mine, pulling them above my head, and I instinctively arch my back to meet him. He pulls back, both of us breathing heavily.

"You know what this reminds me of?"

I'm far too concerned with what I want to happen next to be able to think of what this could possibly remind me of. I shake my head, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.

"Blocking, back in L.A. The first time it was excruciatingly difficult to keep my hands off of you."

I let out a breathless laugh. It is exactly the same. The way my body responds to him, his hands holding mine above us. Even the setting – Paris. But beforehand, it had been fake. Now, with the curtains pulled back and a view of the Eiffel Tower far in the distance... we have the real thing. All of it, real.

"You're right," my voice drops an octave, "If I remember correctly, I push you towards the desk next?"

Javi's gaze darkens, and he releases my hands from above. I push him backward, thankful that there actually is a desk in this very real hotel room. I take the opportunity to remove his jacket. I reach up to take his bowtie off next, but his hand stops me.

"And if, I remember correctly, I take back control again," Before I know it, he's lifting me up, shoving off all the contents from the desk. I might have to repurchase some of the makeup for Sophie later. From the look in his eyes, it will be worth it.

His hands roam up and down my legs, hiking my skirt up as far as it will go. He trails his fingers up my inner thighs, making me shiver.

"I recall that you said my performance during that practice was 'Oscar-worthy,'" he hums against my neck, "How's my performance now?" He gently bites down on my earlobe, and I whimper.

"You're certainly nominated," I can't help but tease him even as my eyes flutter closed.

He groans in frustration, moving one of his hands now between my thighs, lightly stroking just where I want him. My head falls back, eyes still closed.

"Yes," I breathe out, "Right there."

Javi indulges me for a moment or two longer, until I'm suddenly being lifted from the desk. He makes quick work of my dress, moaning approval of my skimpy matching black set underneath. I help him out of his suit, though I'm tempted to ask him to leave just the bowtie on. As he unfastens the last of his buttons, he inclines his head toward the bed, and I know what he's asking.

I lay back in the middle of the four poster bed. I prop myself up on my elbows slightly so I don't miss the sight of Javi crawling from the foot of the bed until he looms over me.

"Exactly like we practiced." I say quietly, my hand traveling up and down his back.

He leans down, his kiss much more tender than I expected. When he pulls back, the sheer emotion on his face almost splits my heart into two.

"Ava," He guides a stray hair away from my face, "Do you know how much I love you?"

I laugh. Or at least I think it's a laugh, but a tear springs loose at the same time, and I feel the most content and comforted I have in my whole life.

I nod quickly, letting another small, happy sob out. "Yes. But not nearly as much as I love you."

Javi's eyes also fill with tears, which makes me feel impossibly full of all things good and bright. "Not possible." He kisses me again, cupping my face carefully.

"We'll have to agree to disagree," I murmur between kisses, and he chuckles.

"I waited a long time to hear you say that, you know." I tease him again when we catch our breath for a moment.

"I didn't want to rush you," He says sincerely, "I've waited so long for you."

My eyebrows draw together, overwhelmed by him. By this feeling, and the need to have him as close to me as possible.

Our kisses grow more passionate and wanting. I smile against his lips, remembering how so many months ago, he had jumped away from me at this point in our 'blocking'. Though I had once thought it meant he didn't want to be near me, I grew to understand it was because he felt as I felt. We both wanted more of this specific, incredible high, but we were surrounded by the crowd. We couldn't pull each other closer, couldn't kiss each other, and we certainly couldn't do what we were doing now. We couldn't make our true feelings known to one another.

Now, I can't imagine us not knowing what we mean to each other. Not knowing how perfect it feels to be in each other's arms.

And now, thankfully, there is no one around to call cut.

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[necros-writing-stuff]

You have real talent in writing, so thank you! Okay so i was playing DoL, and there was this scene where Bailey showed up at Alex's door to demand payment. I thought maybe.. Just maybe we could have like a scene of where eden is so worried about you that he goes around asking numerous people and finally find out you're staying at alex. Which leads to him showing up at the door, jealous and demanding you to come home (you can make this fic however you want babe! If you want eden to drag you or not, it's all in your hands. I just thought it sounded kewl and i would love to see alex and eden interact, especially with how alex is aswell)

I absolutely hate cheating and implications of it, so I hope you don't mind if I write this as Alex and PC are friends and Eden's misjudging the situation? I also don't know Alex all that well, so sorry if they come off as OOC. I still want to state that my old rules still apply for these quick asks, no school LIs, no Leighton, Briar, Remy, Sirris, Sam and no focus on Wren or Alex. They can be side characters, sure, but I don't do them as mains.

Anywho, here's how I think it would go, warnings for Eden being a bit violent, past noncon, gn reader.

It had been weeks. Nearly two months since you'd up and disappeared from Eden's bed. He doesn't understand, doesn't see why you'd want to leave - much less without telling him. He's been worried sick, scouring the forest for scraps of your clothes or a broken collar. He found nothing. So he begrudgingly entered town, waving around a drawing of you at any who were brave enough to look his way. No one knew you.

It wasn't until he ran into Bailey that he got what he needed.

"They're out at some farm," the caretaker had said in between puffs of their cigarette. "Shacked up with some ginger kid, milking cows and all that shit. Still has to pay me, though, I won't let them off that easily."

Eden wasn't happy making the trip out there. Was not happy at all when people would pull their cars over and whistle at him like a dog to get his attention. No, he didn't need a ride, thank you very much. He really should have brought his gun.

It's late by the time he makes it there. Lights are on inside of the farmhouse, some more in the barn. He bids his time, watches and waits to see where you are. Eventually, your face pops up through the kitchen window.

You don't expect a knock at this time of night. The door isn't locked, Alex can just walk in. After dealing with all of the bullshit from Remy lately, you make your way to the front door slowly, taking a kitchen knife with you.

There's a peep hole in the door, one you glance through but can't see properly who it is. They're too tall, you're only getting a shoulder. They're stood way too close to the door. It's not payment day, either, so not Bailey.

Every instinct you have goes off. Something isn't right at all. You back away as quietly as you can, heading for the back door and hoping to run to the barn before they can tell you've gone. Your heart is frantic as you step outside, leaving the door open as you peak around. You can't see them from where you are, but it doesn't seem like you've been spotted.

Knife still in hand, you run to the barn as quickly as your legs will take you, blood rushing through your ears as you do.

"Alex!" You whisper-yell as you push on the barn door, only to find it locked. There's loud chatter going on inside, your friend yelling at someone on the phone. It sounded heated.

You try to yell louder, checking behind you to see if the new person has noticed you gone yet. The coast is still clear. But your voice isn't. Its almost like someone has their hand around your neck, pushing down and stopping any proper sound coming out.

There's a familiar unpleasant tingle running up your spine, one that tells you you're being watched. You still don't see another person around as you pathetically try the door again.

You don't know when he got so close. Didn't know he'd left the door at all. Not until a hand covers your mouth, dragging you away from the door and against a large body. You know the scent, it haunts your nightmares still even after the time you've spent away from that cabin.

"Running to your new husband, are you?" Eden snarls, venom spitting from each word.

You try to shake your head, try to deny what he's accusing you of but he holds on too tight. Would he be more or less upset if you told him that, thanks to him, you can't even kiss another person without wanting to cry?

Whatever kept your throat stuffed before seems to disappear as you scream beneath the hunter's hand. Your legs thrash, your arms trying to do the same but getting easily pinned by his arm as he lifts you and begins to drag you away. One kick hits just the right spot on his shin to make him hiss, Eden cursing and throwing your body to the ground.

Your lungs become a vacuum in space, no air to help you scream as you lie there in pain. In your dazed confusion, it takes a second to register the feeling of rope around your wrists. Just like the first time he took you.

But if you can just yell. If you can just get Alex's attention, you could escape. There's that chainsaw there, in the barn. Eden doesn't seem to have his gun.

Feeling nauseous, you gather your courage and scream louder than you ever have before. It's cut off short by the back of Eden's hand colliding with your cheek, the sting making your eyes water.

Alex's argument stops immediately. Wooden creaks ring through the night as the dogs start barking in the kennel.

Eden picks your tied body up with little care, hauling you over his shoulder as he makes his way towards the forest once more. He makes promises to himself, promises to you that you'll never leave him again. Not after all of the care and time he put into showing you how much better life with him was.

"I know you were just confused," he insists, a firm hand stopping your legs from wriggling too much. "I know you're too stupid to know what you're doing half of the time. It'll be alright, you just need to be trained again."

He's making his way across the stone walls in front of the house when Alex rounds the cottage itself, yelling for him to stop, to let you go. He doesn't listen, because why would he? One look back tells him the kids unarmed. Besides, if those dogs get out he'll need the head start.

Eden hops the wall, breaking into a sprint as soon as he's over. He doesn't look back again, doesn't listen to any of your insults. He just runs, runs right back to the only place he feels safe. The only place you should feel safe.

(Now whether he makes it back? I'll leave that up to you dear reader).

[starry-blue-echoes]

In the beastars au, I kinda feel bad for the sons of Dio (and josuke) because the rest of their family has context for the whole weird transform into a monster thing while they’re just are completely confused on why it’s happened especially when they’re kids and their parents don’t know what’s going on either. On minute completely normal child, next moment transforming into god knows what.

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Tomoko having a heart attack when her infant child cries out in the middle of the night, body warping and breaking and growing until he was something so inhuman she could barely recognize him. How he had thin fur and eyes scrunched closed, patches of bald skin with the beginnings of what looked to be feathers. The sounds he makes aren't like anything she's ever heard and Tomoko doesn't know what to do

by the time the sun rises, he's back to the same infant who she knew to be her son. Only then a month later it happens again. Then another month later again then again then AGAIN, and before the year is up Tomoko knows her son isn't normal

but this is fine. Strange creature or no, this is still her son and she will love him regardless. She learns to keep track of Josuke's transformations, learns how to care for this other side of him. She reads countless books on animal care and does everything she can to help him stay healthy because she knows if anything ever happens to him it will be up to her and her father alone to fix it

and....... unfortunately things don't go quite so well for the Brando Children

of the four of them Rikiel had it off the best. His mother just assumed it was a curse or yet another ailment of his. His beast side was never villainized, but it was never fully embraced by the boy either. He just saw it as yet another thing preventing him from truly living his life and would usually spend his forced transformation nights locking himself in a room and rarely transformed beyond necessity

funnily enough though, Rikiel has easily the best control of the four. While he never loved this part of himself, he had no fear of it nor did he try to suppress it or let it run rampant. It was just another part of himself that he was forced to burden and he accepted that without much issue. His mind is almost completely intact when in beast form (forced nights not withstanding) so at the very least he never has any fears about hurting people

Ungalo was almost entirely left on his own. His mother didn't care much and more or less left him to fend for himself growing up, and because of the lack of guidance Ungalo ends up falling into the same habit Dio had when it came to transforming: letting his beast run completely rampant and do whatever it pleased. He made no attempt to control his beast's impulses mostly because he believed that it was completely natural and therefore impossible

Ungalo was definitely wary of his beast, but this was because since he gave it so much control he could rarely remember anything from the transformations. His mind was completely taken over by the creature so more often than not, when he awoke he was left disoriented and in the wake of whatever he had done with little to no memory of what actually happened

Donatello's situation in turn is almost the complete opposite of that, and his family tried doing everything they could to suppress it and keep it hidden. He was practically forbidden from interacting with his step/half sisters, and his transformation nights left him to be locked in an empty basement until it was over. He was lonely and angry and unfortunately, this just led to his beast form lashing out uncontrollably

eventually on one transformation night when he was 13, there was a slight mistake and they weren't able to get him into the basement before the sun set and in his terrified, hopeful state, he took the opportunity and bolted for freedom....... only come morning he got arrested for a crime he didn't commit

and last but not least, Giorno

his mother genuinely didn't realize what her son was for a good while. She was rarely around at night and always missed his forced transformations, so it was years before she learned of it. It actually wasn't until she married Giorno's step father that she learned about it and as expected, neither reacted very well

Giorno avoids being in his beast form as much as possible. Not because he hates it or fears it that much, but because being in it is dangerous. He's so small, so fragile, when he's like that, the perfect size to be grabbed and thrown around and his "parents" have made their opinions of distaste very clear. He knows what they think of that part of himself, so transforming is just asking for pain or to get locked in a closet for hours. Any time he has to transform, he always hides himself away where they can't find him

unfortunately, this means Giorno lacks both experience and control in that form. Whenever he's transformed he's terrified and that can cloud a lot of his consciousness which ends up making it even harder to change back. Not to mention...... Giorno has a lot of scars. He almost lost his wings on more than one occasion, and it's only thanks to Gold and his elytra keeping them safe that they aren't, but it's obvious to anyone looking at his form that the world hasn't been kind to him. At the very least, the Bucci Gang are able to give him to much needed love and over time he gains more control and confidence

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oc ramble yippee

time to talk about Hiroto and his dynamic with Toshiro!!!! sibling angst, my favorite,,,,

I mentioned this already, but their relationship isn't bad. It's just distant. It contrasts pretty significantly with Seina and her sibling, but I'll talk about them more after designing Taru (the sibling)

Hiroto wants to be a good older brother, he really does! And there was definitely a period of time when the two were very close, where Toshiro would come to Hiroto for every little thing. It was nice, really, especially considering the situation with their parents, who are also pretty distant. However, as they both grew, Hiroto started making more and more excuses, spending less time at home in general, and eventually, it turned into them barely interacting despite even their rooms being right next to each other.

Hiroto doesn't like this. He only recently and slowly started realizing this pattern, but isn't sure what to do. He hangs out with Tsukasa a lot and really admires him for how good of an older brother he is, but is kind of embarrassed about maybe asking for advice on this.

Toshiro seems to almost entirely blame themself. I already mentioned that they tend to put a lot of pressure on themself to be "good enough", and they feel like they just don't deserve for Hiroto to give them as much attention as he used to when they were little.

It's a little awkward between them. Especially after Hiroto does fully realize that, woops, that's not very cool and awesome! He tries to spend time with Toshiro again, but it ends up,, not being very fun. Again, mostly awkward.

I'm all over the place and can't focus properly, but uhm. Realized I'm not talking much just about Hiroto's personality. He's very different to Toshiro, quiet, sometimes seems almost serene, but in reality the guy is just really anxious and most of his almost non-existent expressions are happening in his head. He could be having the worst or the best day of his life, or panicking, but his expression will just stay ":)"

And as I mentioned in the first post about him, he's a big fan of flowers and specifically forget-me-nots! Back when him and Toshiro were still a little closer, he would visit Fumi's family flower shop a lot, and that's what pushed Fumi and Toshiro to get to know each other, though they didn't *really* become friends until H♡L.

Hiroto is someone who looks like he's got everything under control, but he's FREAKING OUT internally. Taru knows about it and is usually the one to handle whatever necessary talking there is. Toshiro also tries his best whenever he has a chance, wanting to be useful. Though his speech tends to be pretty,, abstract.

Hiroto also has a surprising passion for food! He knows all the good places around where he lives and often drags his unit members to try something new. Sometimes he even drags Toshiro along. If you ask him about his favorite food... you will never get an answer, because Hiroto will probably start with saying one or two things, but end up listing off EVERYTHING, every dish he's ever liked (and there's a lot of them).

I also wanted to talk about Surfer (their cat) more because I think it's funny. He fucking DESPISES Hiroto. He's very much Toshiro's cat, but even though Hiroto loves him too, this orange thing does NOT tolerate him AT ALL. It's a mystery for everyone, including Hiroto. And, probably, Surfer as well. He's actually kind of a little shit, but everyone tends to forgive him. He's more sweet with Toshiro, but even with them still acts like the most evil creature you've ever encountered. Somehow, though, Surfer also doesn't mind Matsu. He doesn't exactly love him, but sometimes would show a little bit of affection. Nearly eery time this happens, Hiroto is somewhere near, so maybe the cat just hates him THAT much and wants to show it, no one really knows. It's very funny for me to imagine tbh,,