#ya so much better definitely a good thing to forgive and not at all a bad story

[girlbob-boypants]

It's weird to me when people defend the Deimos story cause it's about the class of people who organized your horrible fate as a child soldier being a family of people who actively abuse and torture each other and it's all portrayed as just mild misunderstandings that you can fix by doing their chores.

Meanwhile discussions of the heart and the infested are just nowhere to be fucking seen, making it terrible for worldbuilding and also just terribly unpleasant to experience if you have an ounce of critical thinking about what's actually happening

At least it's an infinitely better farm than the other two

[strawberrynull]

──⯎ ˙❤‍🩹 ̟ after the fight

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | ot7

──Pairing: enha ot7 x reader

──Genre: angst, fluff

──Synopsis: After you have a fight, they try their best to make things right again

──Warnings: mentions of arguing, fake violence/play fighting, cursing, kissing

──A/N: yall i literally got the idea for this from a couple tiktok my bsf sent me... o_o

masterlist

이희승 | Heeseung

Immediately after Heeseung raised his voice at you, he regretted it. He approached you slowly like you were an angry lion. Slowly, he wrapped a gentle arm around your waist. He was quickly swatted away though. A look of shock washed over his face; eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Being cocky enough to try again earned him another slap on the arm. His lips press into a straight line. He grabbed hold of your wrist to restrain you from hitting him again. Before you could resist, his other hand was on your waist, pulling you towards him. His lips crashed onto yours and you couldn't resist kissing your precious boyfriend back. Heeseung whispered against your lips about how sorry he was and how much he loved you.

박종성 | Jongseong

You turned away from Jay, tears pricking your eyes. It was typical for him to be a bit irritable after a long day but he was pretty good at not taking out his frustration on you. Today, though, he had lashed out and yelled at you. The regret hit him as soon as you turned your back to him and he could hear small sniffles from you. His legs felt like jelly as he began to walk toward you. Jay's arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he dipped his head down into the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, baby." he whispered, muffled from nuzzling into your neck. "I'll never yell at you ever again, I promise." he said, kissing your neck in between words.

심재윤 | Jaeyun

Jake wasn't one to get easily upset and definitely no one to yell but today something in him made him more upset than usual. He was pissed off and ended up shouting at you, ending in you storming out of your apartment. Now you were in your own living room sulking about it. You heard a knock, making you groan as you slowly dragged your feet to the door. As soon as the door knob was turned, the person on the other side slammed it open. There was Jake with several snack filled shopping bags in his arms. He knew that snacks always made you feel better. "Damn it, I had a whole apology speech but you're so pretty that I forgot it already." The bags were dropped to the floor as Jake attacked you with a huge bear hug.

박성훈 | Sunghoon

You turned your back to him, folding your arms across your chest. He placed a hand on your waist, attempting to hug you from behind. "Wait, baby I'm sorry. Don't-" He was cut off by you walking away from him. His eyes widened before he began to chase after you. Sunghoon reached out to grab the back of your shirt but you shook your shoulders, releasing yourself from his grip. He tried again and again but somehow you were a pro escape artist. He resorted to grabbing your hair to stop you. You winced and turned around to try to escape. Just what he wanted you to do. He quickly pulled you toward him, placing his lips on yours. His hand was tangled in your hair as he apologized over and over again between kisses.

김선우 | Sunoo

"I'm.. I'm really sorry." Sunoo whispered with sincerity in his tone. You ignored him though. "Hey. Are you listening to me?" He asked, poking at your cheeks. He cupped your face and put his own face super close to yours. Then he scrunched his eyebrows together as his lips curled into a pout. "Ya, answer me. I said I'm sorry and I meant it." All you did was avert your eyes, causing him to grumble. "Fine. Then I'm going to be unresistably cute until you forgive me." He grabbed your face and turned it towards as his lips formed a thin smile. You couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. As soon as he saw your smile, he cheered and hugged you tightly.

양정원 | Jungwon

"Oh shit-" he gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth. "I'm sorry, my love. I- I didn't mean that." Jungwons voice trembled as he reached for you, only to be met by your shocked expression. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears forming in his eyes. He was even more upset at his own actions than you were. "Angel? Will you please forgive me?" He whispered, hooking his fingers on the belt loops of your pants. He pulled you close to his body and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Then he began kissing all over your face, followed by an apology every time.

니키 | Niki

You furrowed your eyebrows after Niki had finished yelling at you. His ears turned red like they always do when he's ashamed. "Fuck, I'm sorry. You know i would never-" You cut him off by telling him to shut up. His mood changed like a switch as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. "Alright, fine." His fist clenched before he threw a punch that landed just inches from your face. But for some reason it had just missed you. Out of pure instinct, you threw a punch back, hitting him in the stomach. You gasped, putting a hand up to your mouth in shock at what you did. "Nice punch, baby. Feel better now?" Then you remembered that he had told you once to just hit him if you were upset with him. "O-oh... yeah.."

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[9toji]

Can u do make up seggx please (and with a wholesome aftercare with a lot of apologizing) 😭😭😭 with either toji nanami megumi getooo !!! <33 ty

I really love ur works btw 💗

A UNIQUE FORM OF SORRIES + toji, geto

tags ; nsfw, mean doms turned soft, they're so sorry for mistreating you, toji's position is mating press, while geto's is missionary, cockwarming (toji), mentions of wanting a child (toji), tons of sweet words thrown and aftercare is sweet, not fuck but making love, sweet kinda segsy time

rina's comments ; OFC ANON <3 thamks so much for the kind words!! i hope u likey likey this!! ill make a part 2 for nanamin and megumin

toji

he was such a big meanie earlier that day, avoiding you because he was in a pensive mood. almost screamed at you but after seein' you almost cry, he goes soft and he says sorry.. by fucking you

“let me make you feel better, sweet thing.” he groans, his huge figure was hovering over you. cock buried deep, stretching you out with ease as he bottomed out. toji's tongue was lapping up your neck, “ 'm sorry, feels good.. huh?” he chuckles after hearing you whine out, one of his hands was placed under your head so that two of you stared at each other while he pounded into you.

toji rarely treated you with this much softness n care so you buried your head in the crook of his neck, blushing. he notices this and makes you look at him, gentle fingers squeezing your cheeks so you two can maintain eye contact, “wanna see your face when i make ya feel good baby, forgive me, hm?” he coos, smiling at the way you purse your lips, “you know ya love me.”

his thrusts aren't what you're used to, they're slow and sensual, making sure to hit those sweet spots just right that it makes you go dumb and dizzy for him, he cradles you in his arms with care till both of you reach your high, toji doesn't pull out though. he has his dick lay inside you, softening as the base gets coated with your cum.

you giggle into his warm and bear-like embrace, watching him kiss your body all over. from your cheeks to your shoulders, to your wrists and palms. “love all of this, you're the only one f'me.. gonna have my babies soon, don't get so mad baby. still need to marry you and make you have my babies, okay?”

geto

you two had a major disagreement that lasted weeks, geto avoided you like the plague and gave you the silent treatment. but not until he saw you sobbing, his heart aching for you so he places a warm kiss, that ends up in something more

“missed you baby, there you are.” he breathes, kissing your nose as he thrusts into you. geto's hands were on either side of you, and your legs were dangling off his forearms. geto groans every time you pull on his locks, and he fakes a sad expression when you mumble, “hate you suguru.” “but i love you more.”

your eyes droop and he taps your cheeks, “watch me make love to you baby, see how much i missed lovin' you. so so sorry, what else can i do for my baby, hm?” he asks softly, brushing off the sweaty strands of hair that covered your face. geto definitely felt bad, n you could tell by the way he talks to you.

normally, he would hiss and spit of how much of a whore you were; prompting you to bend over. but now, he was staring into your eyes, nodding everytime you showed signs of pleasure, “like it baby? mm, yeah.”suguru grins, watching you twitch after you reach your high, pulling out and asking politely if you could sit on his lap, rubbing warm circles on your back as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, “i love you, so much. nothin's gonna pull us apart.” suguru swears, kissing your forehead.

he keeps whispering into your ear, making you feel a little sleepy. his eyes soften at the sight and he kisses you once more before he hugs you tight, “love you baby.” he mumbles, falling asleep alongside you.

[kodamaghost00]

30 Monty Gator Headcanons!!

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[Disclaimer!!]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw,Fluff,Smut

It’s also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys! You are a Technician in these scenarios!

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Let’s begin!

He enjoys talking to you but won’t initiate any conversations because he thinks you will get bored of him eventually.

He for sure loves physical touch and sometimes purrs when you cuddle him in his greenroom.

He’s a massive animatronic and will be gentle with you due to his size.

He hates his original name “Montgomery” according to him it is “A wacky name for a bass player” and that’s why he prefers his nickname.

He’s very jealous of you. If anyone seems like a threat to him he will stand next to you wrapping his tail around you.

If he is having an outburst again the other band members and staff would call you to calm him down. He seems to only listen to you when he’s in that state.

He’d definitely have a picture of you two in his greenroom.

He was the biggest fan of Bonnie and definitely had a plushie of him in his room.

He has the biggest marking kink you could ever imagine. He can’t go one session without giving you at least two bite marks.

He is very dominant and also demands this position. Every time you try to initiate something he’d quickly turn it around so he’s the one on top of you.

He would use the pet names “Rockstar” and “Babe” a lot.

He gets easily attached to things you give him. Even if it’s something as simple as a dandelion you picked up before work, he’d keep it forever…

He likes to pick you up and he will make cheeky comments about your height. (Even if you’re just 1cm shorter than him).

He loves to edge you until your legs shake from frustration and he’s always teasing you about it.

He loves seeing you get all flustered when he compliments you.

He’d be the type to say “Did ya’ do somethin with your hair? Looks great…” even though you did nothing new with your looks. It makes you laugh every time.

He’d have a hard time showing you affection through words so he likes to leave you little notes that say “have a good day/night” or “I hope we’ll see each other soon.”

When you’re working with him in Parts & Service he’d always look at you with admiration. He doesn’t know a thing about his mechanics so he’s really impressed with your abilities.

Sometimes on your breaks or after your shift you go to gator golf to see Monty and occasionally play golf with him. He’s obviously a really good player so it’s hard to compete with him.

Once you won a game and he just pushed you into the lakes and laughed historically as you tried to get out.

You tried to get back on him and do the same but he was too heavy to be pushed away. So he just jumped to the side and you fell down into the lake yourself. He laughed and said “Haha! Karma is a bitch, rockstar!”

He would also enjoy taking you around the Pizzaplex to places where you weren’t before.

When you cuddle with him he always puts his head on top of yours.

Sometimes you two get too caught up in a conversation that he forgets to charge and he goes on standby mode. (Freddy comes to help you if that happens).

He knows your work schedule better than you do yourself. “Monty when do I have to start working again tomorrow?”. “8pm till 6am. You have the night shift tomorrow.”

He lets you put on his glasses and eventually gets you a pair of them in the gift shop.

He loves to hear you beg for pleasure. He will overstimulate you so much that you can only say his name and beg for more.

With enough convincing and reassurance he’ll open up to you about his feelings. And once he does he’s extremely grateful that you don’t judge him.

If he’d ever hurt you by accident he wouldn’t forgive himself. But he’ll be harsh if you want him too.

When he has an outburst and you get called to handle it he’ll say stuff like “Why would ever want to be with me!? Don’t you see that I’m a monster…?” while his voice cracks down while he sobs in your arms.

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Thank you all for reading my little Headcanons!(人´∀`) It’s been my first time listing them and I’m quite happy how it turned out! Perhaps I’ll even do more Fnaf SB characters?

- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

[tomeebear04]

alot of people portray tord as some insane sociopath who doesn’t care about anyone and its particularly heightened in wtfuture content,that being said i personally dont mind these headcanons when i was younger i was totally in favor of tord being a villain but whats your opinion on it? From what ive seen red leader is especially abusive to future tom but i always thought the cast was pretty mean to eachother in the earlier eddisodes but just grew out of it,tord left before the rest of them stopped being so mean to eachother,now its more or less poking fun and annoying eachother here and there

do you think tord just didn’t get the memo and thought it was still okay to act like this? Im all for ‘edgier’ headcanons and story telling but i just personally think to an extent tord isn’t as much as an asshole as people try to make him out to be,at some point the cast have tried to kill eachother and tom literally did what he did in zanta claws (which i forgive him for <33) but i see alot more people give tord more flack than anyone,srry ab the long winded question but i am curious ab your answer ^^

this is a multi-part question so im going to number them to make it more readable lol. also dw about long asks; i like em. lover having conversations about the show with other people

the tord villain question. ah the thing that divides the eddsworld fandom to this day. my opinion on this is a little nuanced. i personally like that direction for his character. i think it's interesting. it recontextualizes a lot of his strange behaviors from earlier episodes. fan interpretation of the actual content of the end episodes have led to a lot of people hating that idea though. i can see why too. i'm not a fan on how people decided to portray tord afterwards. i don't think he was a nice or pleasant person from day one, but i definitely don't think he's a sociopath or psychopath or insane. well not any more insane than everyone else. there's a lot more going on with tord psychologically. he has shown to care about people to an extent. i definitely think he has some kind of personality disorder. i've seen fans discuss schizoid personality disorder and borderline personality disorder in regards to a diagnosis for tord. i don't know enough on the subject to comment either way. imo a good tord wouldn't lose any of the fun aspects of his personality to fit better into any given villain trope. trying to fit square peg in a circle hole, ya know?

tom abuse. this one im a hard no on. i dont know why this got so popular. tord and tom are rivals. making tord an abuser and tom his victim just seems wrong for their dynamic. a lot of that content is fetish driven...and well.. im not touching that topic with a 10 ft shit and piss covered pole. if you're gonna make tord terrible to tom, you have to make tom just as terrible back. they both get under each others skin. i prefer the idea that tord and tom are more friendly in wtfuture since edd is out of the picture. i mean tord has to like him enough to employ him. tom likes him enough to be able to borrow a time machine without much trouble. those are two emotional unstable buddies right there

everyone kinda sucks. this is just straight up true. everyone was out for blood early on in eddsworld. i mean just look at matt. that guy was straight up a menace. yeah the show changed a lot. the tone and the way characters treat each other softened. the tomee bear has a pretty good video on this. i don't disagree with much of what he says. it added a new way to view the end episodes which i greatly appreciate. i could see this being the direction they go for tord in canon

everyone elses crimes. when it comes to talking about the other characters crimes i'd say dont take it seriously if the show doesnt. tom's christmas demolition wasnt taken seriously at all as an act of domestic terrorism. it's a joke about tom's character taken to the extreme for comedy. most things they do are consequence-less. basically, only take it seriously when the show does. tord blowing up the house, killing jon, and betraying everyone was tonally a lot different from tom rapping about hating christmas and nuking bongland. that's the reason why people hate on tord for what he did a bit more. personally i hate tord for being an annoying gooner with confusing politics. but u know to each their own

[i-cant-sing]

You lair… I love that 🤣.

Know what, good far Baris (I can’t spell I’m sorry) anyways now have my rant on everything. (If I spell or say anything wrong, do forgive me. It’s my first time doing this and I’m dyslexic so I misspell everything.)

Okay so… I’m sad. Old lady and old man I will miss you 😔.

Baris… I have a love hate relationship with you. You have your moments and I know man probably doesn’t care about us but I do hope he made it to safety and at least finds someone who can put up with him.

The sultán… idk how to feel about you man. You’re kind of a jerk but also lowkey remind me of my dad and I don’t know how to feel about it.

To the advisor (I tried and failed to spell his name I’m so sorry) you were chill man.

Mahemed (I definitely butchered that) I’ll see ya in hell my guy 😀

Mafusta… uhhmmm 6/10 you little unhinged and kind of a mamas boy but whatever, you got me shiny stuff. And I can respect your love of your siblings no matter how badly they treated you,

Mafusta’s mom… I hope you stub your toe every morning when you wake up. Also hope your pillow is warm on both sides, don’t touch me lady.

Hurram I will not miss you, you hoe. You raised a creepy rapey dude and a spoiled brat and I hope you always think you’ll get the perfect bite on some beans, only to realize they are under salted and one is not cooked all the way. (As a Mexican I say this with every fiber of my being)

And to the girls that also escaped with Baris… I hope ya’ll made it out safely and realize you guys deserve a little better. I love the guy, but get some standards on how you should be treated.

I think that’s all. I’m traveling back home from visiting my grandmother and my sister is not gonna hear the end of this lol. Love the chapter and I can’t wait for the next one since this was only a filler! I’ve been reading your stuff since the beginning of the pandemic and it definitely helped since I had so many things happen to me. Anyways! Hope you enjoyed reading my rant and again sorry for anything I did or spelt wrong 😅

AHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DETAILED AND LOVELY REVIEW<333 MWAH MWAH!!

[captain-mj]

Just saw the pinned post and am changing my ask. Price punishing Graves for betraying the 141 and Graves realizing that Shepard could not give him what Price can and trying to gain their trust back starting by getting Prices forgiveness.

Love this! Thank you so much!!

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Price stared down at where Graves was kneeling. Ghost and Soap were on either side of him, both glaring down at him. He knew this was personal to them. Soap had been shot and Ghost had taken that very personally indeed.

But Price kept thinking of two nights prior. Of both of them being too drunk. How Graves had held on to him.

"You don't have to keep your hands so still, ya know." Price had meant it teasingly.

Graves was too drunk to lie. "Shepherd doesn't like when I'm touchy. Tells me I'm annoyingly needy."

"Doesn't sound like he's good to you." Price had muttered, kissing his neck and making him keen. "I could be so much better."

"Please. Show me." Graves had wrapped his arms around him and Price had treated him well. They had stayed tangled together until well in the morning. He almost got Graves in trouble, not wanting to let him out of his bed.

After his... betrayal and the explosion and the general... everything that happened those two days, Graves was definitely... different. He looked shell-shocked, just as betrayed as them.

"Ghost, Soap, I'll handle it from here."

"What?" Soap looked at him, taken back. "What do you mean you'll handle it from here?"

Ghost didn't say anything, just glared at Price before sighing and nodding. Price decided to let him assume whatever he wanted as long as they left. Ghost led Soap out who still looked indignant and confused. He probably hoped he'd torture Graves which depended entirely on his definition of torture.

Graves only looked up when they left. He was covered in ash and blood, probably from one of the wounds he got when he tried to break in. Although, if he believed his word, he was really trying to get help and to talk to them.

"I want... to help get rid of Shepherd."

"Why? You followed all of his orders. Almost killed us all."

"I know... I'm sorry. He ordered me to and..."

"You can think for yourself, Graves. You didn't become commander on nothing." Price snapped at him and he didn't miss the flinch Graves gave.

"I know. I know. But I... I thought he was right. I thought I was doing the right thing." Graves sounded lost, looking up. "I'll do anything. Just forgive me."

Price looked down at him, tilting his head. "Forgiveness can wait. You need to get cleaned up." He reached over, running his hands through Graves's hair to slick it back. It immediately poked back up in a bunch of directions, making him look even younger and more lost than he already did.

"Sir."

"Don't. Don't use that right now." Price stood up. "Come on. Get up. I have a bathroom you can use." Graves trailed behind him miserably, looking close to touching him but always pulling back just beforehand. Good. Price wasn't sure he'd push him away.

He had endangered his men. Hurt one of them. Been just a giant problem honestly. But Price believed him. Knew he was just following orders of someone he trusted. Had seen the way he interacted with the 141, the attempts to be friendly, and he hated it, hated that Graves was naïve enough to believe Shepherd over them.

Price grabbed him some of his own clothes, knowing they'd be a bit big on him. He set them on the sink and left him.

How would he explain this to everyone? It wouldn't go over well. He should kill him. No government would fault him no matter what he chose, but he didn't see how his crew, let alone the Vaqueros, would forgive him for doing anything other than putting Graves in the ground.

He wouldn't choose him over them. They were more important. Soap and Gaz were practically his kids. Simon was his best friend, without a doubt. Alejandro And Rodolfo were close friends and allies.

But here he was, hearing Graves take a shower in the next room.

And it didn't help that he was so angry. So fucking mad. After some consideration, he knew what he needed to do right now. He was going to take it out on Graves, destroy him in every sense of the word and then get back to how he feels later.

Graves cleared his throat to announce he was done and... 

Fucking hell.

The shirt hit his midthigh and with his hair wet and no shoes, he looked even smaller than he did earlier. He hadn’t pulled his pants on yet, just standing there. It looked like he was going to ask something. 

Price lost all rational thought and dragged him into bed, mouth on his throat and hands groping him. He pulled away just long enough to shove him onto the bed. 

Graves looked up at him before spreading his legs. “I’ll do anything for you to forgive me. Anything.” 

Price groaned and pushed his shirt up, leaving it on though. He thought it suited Graves. He palmed at him, watching Graves flush and moan softly. His fingers fisted into the sheets above his head as he watched Price carefully. 

“Keep your hands above your head for now.” Price mouthed at his cock through the fabric, hearing him whine. Graves was sensitive, jerking up slightly and already hard. 

Price yanked his underwear off and grabbed his lube, coating his fingers. With no fanfare, he shoved two of them in, feeling Graves wince more than he saw. Graves clenched his teeth to keep quiet, face scrunching up slightly. 

“Hurts?”

“A little, but I can take it.” Graves answered.

“You determined to take whatever I give you?”

“Anything for you to forgive me.” Graves whimpered, back arching slightly as he crooked his fingers cruelly. 

Price shook his head and started to stroke him, teeth digging into his lip. He listened to his little pants and whines and right when Graves was on the edge, he stopped. He didn’t pull his fingers out but the hand on his cock completely pulled away, leaving his hips stuttering to try to get some friction. 

Graves inhaled slowly and let it out shakily. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not going to let you come just because you apologized.”

“I know. Just wanted to tell you.” Graves took another deep breath and closed his eyes, just as Price continued, watching him do his best to control himself. Price kissed along his stomach, groaning softly. 

God, Graves was ridiculously tight. The man felt like a vice around his fingers and he was relaxed for fuck’s sake. He started to suck dark hickeys into his skin, mapping him out. 

Graves got close again and he stopped, listening to the harsh whimper it wrenched out of his throat. He half expected another apology, but Graves stayed quiet, shuddering as Price sank his teeth into his side. 

Price brought him right to the edge again and again, hearing as Graves’s breathing grew harsher and harsher each time Price pulled away. To his credit, he didn’t ask him to stop or beg. Just stayed down and accepted everything Price gave him. 

His face was bright red and tears had started running down his face, but he kept his legs open. Eyes trained on the ceiling. Price had no clue how long they’d been at it. He was patient sure, but he had zero clue how Graves was managing. He considered going until Graves broke and begged, but he was starting to think Graves would rather pass out before telling him to stop. 

Price swallowed, finding it hard to think. “I’m starting to think you like this.”

“I hate edging.” Graves let out shakily. “I just don’t want you to stop touching me.” He looked up at him and Price pulled his fingers out finally. Graves sniffled, still not looking at him. “Are you done?” 

Price crawled on top of him, kissing him hard. Graves pressed right back into him, mouth opening slightly to let Price’s tongue wander on the other side of his teeth. He yanked him closer by his hips and lined up, slamming into him. 

Graves clenched his teeth again, but Price wasn’t having it. “Be as loud as you want.” He thrust in hard and Graves let out a choked sound, hands shaking.

“Can I touch you please?”

“Yes. You can move your hands now.” Graves was immediately touching him, hands trailing down his back. His touch was careful, fingertips barely brushing against Price. It drove him fucking crazy. 

Price wrapped his arms around him to prevent him from moving away, slamming into him over and over again, hitting all the right spots. 

“Fuck, you’re.... fuck.” Graves buried his face in his neck, legs trembling and occasionally twitching as if to shut. Price hit his thigh hard and he quickly fixed it, legs spreading even wider. He was whimpering hard right in Price’s ear, tensing up. 

“I’m cl-close.” He whined, digging his fingers into Price’s shoulders. 

“It’s okay. You can.” Graves melted against him, moaning softly as he came. Price didn’t stop and Graves must’ve realized because he started to whimper. 

“Captain?” He managed to get out and Price yanked his head back by his hair.

“Too much?” Price looked down at him and Graves took a deep breath.

“I said I’d take anything, sir.”

Price made him tilt his head and attacked his neck, biting and tearing into him until Graves started to scream. Once he got him to start, it was pretty easy. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Graves groaned, shaking like a leaf. He ended up finishing again, fully sobbing when he started to come down. His hands found their way into Price’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss. His tongue lightly licked against Price’s bottom lip and Price moaned softly into his mouth. 

Graves looked at him with so much naked adoration that Price stopped before pulling out, staying buried in him.

“You’re so deep.” Graves mumbled. “Don’t think I’ve ever been with someone as big as you.” 

Price came embarrassingly fast when he said that and Graves lightly traced his cheek.

“What are you going to do to me now sir?”

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If you asked Ghost or Price who their best friends were, they would ask if you were in middle school, because only children cared about that. But if you got them drunk, they’d admit without hesitation it was each other. 

The first person Ghost told after he slept with Soap? Price. Right after Soap fell asleep. Since Soap was his coworker, he didn’t go into detail, but he did immediately tell Price. 

Price had immediately texted Ghost that he had fucked the blond American and Ghost had responded by tell him “Hell yeah, get some.”

Even when Graves betrayed them, Ghost strictly referred to him as “your boytoy” in their text messages. 

So he fucking knew. Price was a freak. As soon as they were told to leave, he knew what was going to happen. 

Right now, everyone was staring at him. He had the best hearing and right now all they could really make out was Graves screaming.

“Is he breaking his fucking fingers or something?” Soap said. Alejandro, Gaz and Rodolfo all grimaced as Graves let out a particularly high pitched wail. 

Ghost knew two things in that moment. One, he had to be Price’s wingman. The man had put him and Johnny on every single mission for the past six months, before Ghost even knew he had feelings for him. And two, the joke was too good to pass up.

“Nah. Breaking his back.” Ghost said it solemnly and they all stared at him.

“That’s not funny Ghost.” Alejandro shook his head before pausing when he saw how serious Ghost looked.

“It’s what’s happening.” He shrugged. “I say let Price keep him. Makes him happy.”

Gaz looked close to tears. “It’s not funny, Ghost.”

“Gaz. Gaz.

They’re fucking. 

I’m sorry to break this to you guys.”

[444takeomi]

BOYFRIEND HCS pt 4

: ̗̀➛ summary: keizo as your boyfriend

character(s): keizo arashi

warnings: female reader, mentions of periods, sfw but still suggestive

wc: 0.7k

a/n: saved the best til last, i love benkei sm <3 also i think this is the first time i've posted more than once in the same month💀 (i'm so inconsistent i'm sorry)

- okay so benkei is literally the perfect boyfriend and no i will not be taking any criticism

- i mean he's tall, beefy, he has tattoos — speaking of which, he loves when you two are cuddling and you start tracing the ink on his arms

- he wants to get your name tattooed in the future, obviously it’s a big commitment but he knows he wants to stay with you for the rest of his life, so why wouldn't he get his beloved’s name inked on his skin?

- in terms of placement he would probably choose his wrist, somewhere everyone can see it so they know that he's yours <3

- before you two started dating it took him a long time to gain the courage to even think about confessing, at first he assumed you were only spending time with him because you wanted to get closer to waka </3

- his confession was accidental, waka was trying to convince him to tell you how he felt, and you overheard benkei saying how he didn't want to make things awkward if you didn't feel the same

- you had planned to surprise them with food since you knew they were busy at the gym, not wanting them to go without a meal — you just so happened to walk through the door right as benkei was pouring his heart out to waka

- “look, i wanna tell her how i feel, of course i do. i've liked her for so long now, but i just can’t risk ruining our friendship over— hey, are ya even listening?”

- he turned around to see what it was that had waka so distracted, his eyes widening as he realised you were standing there — in that moment he honestly wanted to die from embarrassment

- he was definitely not expecting you to say you felt the same way, and was even more surprised when you told him you were also reluctant to confess in fear of your feelings being unrequited

- turns out you two were just as hopeless as each other </3

- benkei is actually an amazing cook, he loves to cook for you all the time and will learn how to make all of your favourite meals

- he loves going out for picnics and café hopping with you, he thinks those type of dates are so cute <3

- he also likes to go to concerts with you and will surprise you with tickets to see your favourite artists, and during the shows he always lets you sit on his shoulders so you can see better

- every morning before he goes to work he leaves little post it notes on the fridge reminding you that he loves you </3

- asks to compare hand sizes with you all the time, he thinks it's adorable how yours are so much smaller than his

- benkei is super attentive while your on your period, you won't even have to lift a finger — he brings you snacks, painkillers, your heating pad, whatever you need <3

- will massage your stomach and lower back, he's literally so good at it and his hands don't get sore at all

- snores super loudly and talks in his sleep💀

- he makes such an amazing big spoon though, you almost forgive him for keeping you up at night when he wraps his muscular arms around you and pulls you into his broad chest

- he's the type to grab your butt whenever he walks past you, and he can't help but grin when you squeal in surprise and narrow your eyes at him

- he always invites you to workout with him, but if that's not your thing he’ll get you to sit on his back while he does push-ups😭

- after a shower he walks around with only a small towel around his waist because he knows how flustered you get — the sight of his muscular thighs and water droplets running down his abs leave you speechless every time

- he knows exactly what he's doing💀

- benkei is absolutely terrified of horror movies, it's almost comical seeing a grown man so afraid

- one time you and waka convinced him to come with you to a haunted house attraction, and he was scared shitless and clinging to you the entire time💀

- waka definitely found it amusing💀💀

- benkei loves to hug you from behind, throughout the day he’ll randomly come up to you and engulf your body in his <3

- he also loves pda, he's always holding your hand and will kiss you in public with no shame as long as you're comfortable

- in conclusion benkei is such a wonderful boyfriend, he's a huge sweetie and will absolutely treat you right <3

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Kenny x reader pt 7

Warning: Swearing

Background: Keny takes care of you after you get out of the hospital

Status: Ongoing

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'No expense'

You spent a week in the hospital. Kenny visited every day. He would come into your room the second visiting hours started and wouldn't leave until they ended. You hated being there but having Kenny by your side made things better. He did everything to make you more comfortable.

You complained about the hospital food once? Kenny would bring you 3 meals every day so you wouldn't have to eat hospital food. You said the pillows were too flat or that the blanket wasn't cozy enough? Kenny brought your pillows and blankets from home. You felt the room was too bland? Kenny brought flowers for you to look at. He thought you were getting bored of him? He brought Karen over so that she could do your hair and nails to cheer you up.

Kenny spared no expense. He wanted your stay to be as good as he could make it. He knew you hated being there he knew he hated seeing you in that hospital bed but he knew you needed to stay there. He walked in on your last day seeing you struggling to pull up your pants with your broken arm.

He closed his eyes and walked over. He helped you up and helped you into your pants. You blushed softly but allowed him to help no matter how embarrassing it was. Once he finished he opened his eyes and smiled down at you.

"Thank you.." You mumbled looking down at your arm.

"Anything for you." He said softly and hugged you from behind.

"I feel so helpless." You said looking up at him.

He studied your features. You still had some bruising on your face but he could still recognize how gorgeous you looked. He kissed your forehead softly and smiled.

"I know it sucks but at least I get to be here with you...is that selfish?" He whispered making you smile softly.

"It makes me feel a little better about keeping you here with me." You whispered softly.

"Well then let's get you home." He said taking your hand and making sure to be careful with your broken arm.

Once he brought you back home he made you stay on the couch. He made sure to make you comfortable and that you wouldn't get up. He put on some show to keep you entertained and smothered you in blankets and pillows.

"Ya know I won't die if I make my own food." You said with a sigh as Kenny works in the kitchen.

"Hey, we aren't sure about that." He said as he started cooking.

"Why are you doing this for me? You've been doing everything for me. The meals, the flowers, bringing my blankets and pillows, staying with me for hours, paying Kyle to do my homework." You ramble a bit upset about how you barely noticed how much it truly was.

He walked in and leaned against the door frame. He crossed his arms holding a spatula and wearing an apron. He looked at you like you had asked a stupid question but cracked a small smile. "Because I love you."

The words rolled off his tongue perfectly like he truly meant them. He said it like it was obvious. You looked up at him blushing harder and then looked back down at your lap.

"I..." You started but couldn't find the words to finish your sentence.

"It's ok I know..I fucked up. I don't expect you to forgive me or trust me again but you sure as hell aren't going to make me leave your side." He said walking over and gently stroking your cheek.

"W..Why don't you find someone else? Someone who could be with you." You asked keeping your eyes down.

"I know we'll find our way back to each other. Even if I'm all old and gross if that's when I get to be with you again the wait will definitely be worth it." He said kissing your forehead and walking back to the kitchen to cook without waiting for a response.

You sat there looking down at your broken arm. Your cast had only one signature on it as of now. Kenny was there when you first got it and signed his name on it with a small heart. You found yourself smiling softly and tearing up. He cared about you and didn't care how much time it would take for you to forgive him.

He didn't expect your forgiveness no matter how much he wanted it. What mattered to him was you getting better. While you were in the hospital he spent hours going around town trying to find your favorite flowers, spent hours cooking meals for you, broke into your house to get your blankets and pillows for you, and spent hours sitting with you doing everything he can to make you happy in the bleak situation.

He spared no expense. Not just money. Not just time. Nothing he did would ever seem too much if it came to you. You whispered to yourself as the realization of Kenny's words hit you.

"I love you too.."

A/N: Hey guys sorry if this chapter is short I am doing this at 12 am I'm so sorry I was just really busy today and the heat is getting to me😭 But thank you for reading I love you all 🩷

[waitmyturtles]

Alright friendies, I was suuuuuper late to watching Be My Favorite, episode 10 yesterday, and I write this to you in the twilight of a hotel bathroom while my kids are sleeping, HA (writing meta on a road trip is a thing, I tell ya, but it's GOTTA BE DONE!). And the other issue is that I haven't fully caught up on all the meta for this episode floating around, so I apologize in advance, because I should be citing all the friends, but let me instead just summarize what I THINK is happening on Tumblr, thanks to the GODDESS, @lurkingshan, who was updating me yesterday.

I think that there's differing thoughts on that last scene of intimacy and how we got there, and what exactly Kawi's hesitation is all about. I'm going to posit Some Theory Stuff, but overall -- I think this was a FANTASTIC episode, still keeping up with the intentionality of what this series has previously established (we'll disagree a touch, @lurkingshan, but not by too much, because I don't think this episode got Jittirained -- thank goodness for the "inspired by" caveat in the opening title sequence), and I screenshot some bits of this episode to accompany this ramble, so let's boogie.

I think the first giveaway of the intentionality of this episode was the framing of the three main parents of this series giving their kids either advice and/or feedback and/or evidence of their own changes in their own lives that made them happier and/or better people.

In Kawi's dad's instance: we know he will pass, and he knows he has a chance at passing. He tells Kawi: stop holding your life back for me. Move forward and live.

In Pear's dad's instance: he says, listen, I was angry at your mom for a long time. The way that I moved forward, and became stronger, was to forgive. That's a hell of a piece of advice for a young adult -- and we see Pear taking that advice when she speaks with Kawi and Pisaeng, and being the badass we knew she could be. Pear's dad also utters this line, which I think sets the theme and tone for the rest of the episode -- and, of course, the rest of the series.

In Pisaeng's mom's instance: we see Pisaeng essentially demanding that his mom be happy for him. I actually thought this was a really smart and interesting scene. Many of you know I analyze these shows from an Asian/filial piety lens, and I actually thought, in that scene -- I was like, damn, Pisaeng is talking like a Westerner here. And I liked that -- I liked that Pisaeng was standing up for his happiness as a tangible emotion, and daring his mother to meet him where he was at.

I also thought the interplay and flashbacks between Pisaeng's mom and Kawi were really smart. I believe there's some meta out there theorizing that they MAY have been in a crystal ball moment, which I will definitely not rule out, because the full content of that call between Kawi and Pisaeng's mom was still a touch unresolved and a little confusing -- but I am going to assume it was intentional until proven otherwise. High hopes.

Okay, so we then get to the hesitation bit, the bit with Kawi and Max talking about sex, the breakfast congee, the theme park, the dinner date, and the night-night woo woo. And then the before-credit wrap-up of Kawi's call to Pisaeng's mom, and the (I think) unreliable preview to the very anticipated episode 11 next week.

Here's my Big Theory: I think this entire episode, including all the parental feedback, was rooted in a Big Krist Macro-Level Commentary about Krist's past in BL, particularly by way of his extremely clear hesitation in intimacy in the SOTUS franchise with Singto Prachaya. If BMF, inspired by Jittirain's original novel, was designed to include such huge references to Krist's past career, including his many fumbles, I would posit that this episode was the encapsulation of many, if not all, of those threads.

a) I think Kawi's talk with Max goes into Krist's hesitation about intimacy on screen.

b) During the breakfast congee scene, including Pisaeng's wiping Kawi's mouth, I got STRONG Kongpob/Arthit vibes. Those morning breakfasts at that little table! (I will admit, as I said to @lurkingshan yesterday: I benefit from my Old GMMTV Challenge in these current analyses, because I so recently just WATCHED Krist's old shows.)

Kongpob was randy, y'all. (SINGTOOOOOOOO.) So is Pisaeng. (GAWINNNN!!!!) And Arthit just never quite caught up -- and Krist was out there wiping his damn mouf after those kisses. I posit that Kawi's playing the clean-up hitter here after all those strike-outs.

c) So during the theme park scene, I was laughing, because yes -- who actually goes to eat at a theme park, unless you're going to Disneyland to eat the turkey leg (amirite). BUT: as that scene went on, I thought that it might have served as a metaphor for Krist's career in BL. In other words: when you're at a theme park, you gotta ride the rides, right?

When you're at a theme park -- you gotta theme park. When you're in a BL, Krist.... you gotta BL. Somehow, someway. You gotta play the game.

And Kawi walks away from the rides, huffing. Pisaeng follows him. Pisaeng keeps trying to be romantic. And Kawi says:

Oh dear, my dude.

d) Dinner scene. Pisaeng is taking the blame for Kawi's bad mood. Pisaeng's not sure what else to do.

Kawi is at a precipice, and he knows it. He knows that sex is important to Pisaeng through Kawi's previous discussion with Max. Max has explained -- okay, if TWO people are not into it, then holding hands is okay. But if ONE person IS into it, you will have imbalance. AND: you will not know that you MIGHT like it IF you don't try it.

I think the impact of Kawi's decision to let intimacy in was referenced in this shot -- which I just thought was fucking brilliant.

Kawi looks for a second at the table next to them -- a man sitting alone, having his dinner. I just thought...that was so great. A Krist analysis in this moment is a bit of an extrapolation, but going back to Kawi: I think Kawi recognizes, vis à vis the past parental feedback that he got from his dad, that his life WILL be impacted if he holds himself back any longer. I think that's a gorgeous message. (And, honestly, it does actually apply to Krist and his return to BL, so there we go.)

e) Bedroom scene. Pisaeng asks.

To me, this is the encapsulation of what didn't -- or maybe even COULDN'T -- happen in Krist's past career in BL. And I think Kawi, and Krist, take a huge leap here, and I think Kawi proves to himself that change can happen in his life, and possibly make his life better. And I think, again, that that's also a metaphor for Krist's own career in BL -- that taking risks can produce great art from his acting, a skill of his that many of us fans questioned for so damn long.

Just to wrap this up quickly, I think there was some commentary out there about Pisaeng's original intentions during the first time he enters Kawi's bedroom. Kawi finding the condoms did remind me of Pharm finding Dean's condoms in Until We Meet Again (that show is always on my mind now, like Bad Buddy), and I think Pisaeng's mom explains enough to Kawi by way of whether or not Pisaeng was acting "differently," if you will. Pisaeng's mom said to Kawi -- dude, what the hell do you think Pisaeng is getting at, don't overthink this, lol.

Again, I posit that Pisaeng is playing a kind of Kongpob stand-in here by way of randyness, and I'm not sure it's out of character for Pisaeng. The man communicated that he has his needs! So did Kongpob. And Krist's playing the faen who's gotta catch up to that, in both instances. And we ultimately see the different ways in which Krist's characters handle that pressure.

I'm really excited for next week, and I will hang out with everyone on the sidelines of gentle hesitation that this show can stick its landing. But that being said: I really thought this episode was great, and I posit that it didn't falter from its intentionality in its macro-level intelligence. This show's fucking great.

[oflights]

top 10 books of 2023!!

thank you for tagging me, @elskanellis! i started drafting this right away, ran out of time to post it on 12/31, and am ~circling back now. i read 50 books in 2023, and these are my top 10 faves!

titles, brief #thoughts, etc. under the cut!

Himself, by Jess Kidd

this was so incredible and heart-wrenching and exciting to read. devastatingly beautiful/cheerful dirtbag lad busts into a small irish village to find out what happened to his mother, who was almost certainly murdered, and turns everything upside down. every character is so entertaining and funny and sharp, even the villains. the ending is incredible.

The Winners, by Fredrik Backman

i'd recommend this whole series, even if you don't care about hockey; it's so, so good and emotionally devastating. at its base, the series is about a hockey team in sweden, but really, this series belongs to the character of Benji Ovich, and it's a masterclass in building up a queer hero. it's unflinching in dealing with all that he goes through, and handles a lot of really difficult topics with deftness. the heart of his story, for me, is the question of what happens when you're in love with your best friend who is actually a despicable, evil person, and how can you ever forgive yourself for it?

The Iliad, translated by Emily Wilson

do i have to evangelize this one anymore? it's so fucking good. i've read it about 10 times at this point, i just couldn't bring myself to be finished with it. it's so refreshing and approachable and makes every single character leap off the page. it doesn't pull a single emotional punch (because homer doesn't! and wilson's like "don't look away!")

A Map for the Missing, by Belinda Huijuan Tang

this is one of those books that really comes together as a whole; i didn't know it was going to be a fave until i was finished with it. a chinese immigrant has to go back home to help search for his elderly father, who's gone missing. as he goes, every single thread of his past is tugged on and unravelled and the complexity and depth the narrative achieves is really astounding. the last few pages are an absolute gut-punch.

A Power Unbound, by Freya Marske

purely here for how it redeemed the entire series for me. i'm actually not a big romance person, though i did read more romance than ever this year; i just usually tend to get bored with the same sorts of romance tropes over and over (probably because that's what i read fic to get, not tradpub novels). this one doesn't do anything new or reinvent those tropes or anything, it's just really, really good and engaging and hot. the romance outshines the magic system/plot by far. i'd recommend the series overall, but this one has the best relationship in it AINEC.

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries, by Heather Fawcett

why do i always like middle grade authors who pivot to adult books waaay more than YA authors who do the same? like how are they so much better? that's definitely the case here. this is really fun fairy book (i went through a fairy phase over the summer) and packed a surprising emotional punch and a really lovely romance. i think it helped that the main character have major howl and sophie vibes. i'm excited for the sequel to come out in a few weeks!

Slewfoot, by Brom

god this was absolutely horrifying and brutal and also incredible? i actually can't believe this is here because it lost me through some of the worst of the witch trial torture (it goes really hard on it, as a warning, and i almost stopped there. her poor cat :/ i can almost never handle it when a cat dies) but!! i'm glad i stuck through because of the ending, which is phenomenal and makes every other bit of it worth it. the mythology is terrific and terrifying, too.

Small Things Like These, by Claire Keegan

possibly the best novella i've ever read? it just packs an incredible punch; it doesn't waste a single word, every square inch is a devastating look at the magdalene laundries and it doesn't hold back at all. so, so good.

Half a Soul, by Olivia Atwater

i'm so glad i discovered olivia atwater this year! this was during the Fairy Phase and it was just really fun and engaging. again, big howl and sophie vibes (this is such a high compliment from me) and i really love the second book in this series, too. it's just a really fun world to get lost in, and i'm excited to read more from this author this year.

He Who Drowned the World, by Shelley Parker-Chan

i had some problems with this, and i didn't love it as much as the first book, though i actually think most of those problems could've been solved with a third book and a longer runway. really wish this was a trilogy. that being said, this was still incredible. i loved every single narrative thread, there were zero emotional punches pulled, and i still think about these characters all the time. read this series if you haven't!!

[the-loveliest-lotus]

Kloktober 2023: Day 2 - Favorite AOTD Scene

Most if not all of my Kloktober responses are going to include my OC Lucy because I love my sweet summer child and that is currently where the Muse is striking me. <3 This is what would happen if Lucy had been at Ishnifus' funeral with the boys.

Murderface, Lucy, Pickles, Toki, and Skwisgaar were all sitting in a pew at Ishnifus’ funeral, set slightly apart from everyone else. It seemed as though Pickles was the only one who was able to keep it together. Normally, Lucy wouldn’t be like this at a funeral, especially for someone who had been as helpful and kind as Ishnifus through everything that had happened to them. But Lucy had already dealt with flashbacks from PTSD before Roy Cornickelson’s funeral, so after that absolute fiasco and everything else that had been happening lately she was full of nervous energy.

Her leg was bouncing a mile a minute and she was leaned back against the pew with her arms folded across her chest, her gaze ahead but hearing nothing, trying to focus on her breathing. She ran a hand down her face. This wasn’t working. Lucy glanced at Pickles, then glanced around her. She pulled out a weed vape and took a hit, but she ended up underestimating the pull that she took on the pen and started coughing, loud. Trying to cover her coughs and control her breathing was just making it worse, and everyone was starting to stare. She was grateful that Murderface and Toki were currently in the middle of outbursts of their own because at least she wasn’t the center of attention. ‘Thank the gods for small miracles.’

Pickles gave her a look and said, “Auntie Lucy, little help here, please.”

Lucy looked at him, feeling somewhat guilty, and whispered, “Listen Ma, Auntie Lucy’s just trying to hold off and not go do nose candy with a clown right now, I’m losing it.” She didn't mean to get snippy with him. He had to feel as though he was herding cats right now, and she of all people didn't want to be someone who Pickles felt as though he needed to wrangle. She took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, I'm just not ok right now."

He frowned and sighed, he knew better than anyone about her trauma. Pickles just said, “I know,” and squeezed her shoulder briefly before turning his attention back to her other bandmates.

Things seem to calm down even if she was nowhere near her baseline of calm, and she was able to at least stop bouncing her leg. And then Murderface let out the loudest fart with reverb that she had ever heard in her life, and with the weed having kicked in, she started laughing and couldn’t stop.

“I’m sorry,” she tried saying in between laughter. Eventually she was able to calm herself, but everything was quickly turning into a shitshow. And she was still full of nervous energy even if it had dulled down slightly, feeling like she just wanted to crawl out of her own skin. Then she looked up and saw Charles looking down at them. He gave her a look and a beckoning motion with his hand. Lucy glanced at Pickles who looked miserable, but he gave her a little nod. She walked upstairs to where Charles was, grateful to be away from the immediate area of the funeral.

Lucy walked up to Charles with a smug grin on her face, taking in the red robe that he was wearing. Damn, he looked good in red. This was definitely a nice distraction. “Forgive me, Father Offdensen, for I have sinned,” she said, biting her lip.

His lips tugged in a smile in spite of himself. “I thought you were raised Pagan?”

She walked closer to him, “I was, but you know, there’s something about blasphemy that gets ya going when you’re told by everyone around you that you’re going to Hell when you’re a kid.”

He shook his head, smirking, “As much as I’d love to get ah unprofessional right now, I think maybe we should wait for me to take your Confession until after the funeral.” She smirked back at him. They had been using that as a code word for their kinky little get-togethers since when she was in the band early on.

She sighed and said, “I suppose,” in a tone that told him that she didn’t really mind. Lucy leaned over the railing, and Charles stood next to her and did the same. “I’m guessing that you could tell from here that I was losing it.”

“You could have powered a small village with the energy coming off of your leg bouncing,” he said dryly.

She laughed softly, “I’m definitely a bit tense. Thanks for getting me out of the thick of it.”

Charles wasn’t going to tell her about more Prophecy details yet; he’d wait until Pickles got up there. For now, he put a hand on the small of her back, rubbing lightly. She relaxed a little. This was definitely better than doing nose candy with a clown.

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@ckfemslashnetwork

COBRA KAI SAPPHIC SUMMER WEEK 1 HEATWAVE

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I don’t want no drama But I know you’re looking at me Got the body of Madonna Like a virgin, make it sticky, sticky

Take me to nirvana Get me up out of this city And I know you got a woman So the situation’s sticky

Know you like what you see You look so damn good on me Like you’re good enough to eat Now you’re stuck in my teeth Got me picking out a ring Baby, I got an idea

Hey, I should be your next girlfriend And she should be your ex girlfriend Hey, you should be my next girlfriend La-la-la, ooh, mmm, la-la-la

Hey, I should be your next girlfriend And she should be your ex girlfriend Hey, you should be my next girlfriend La-la-la, ooh, mmm, la-la-la

California summer Like a popsicle, it’s dripping You’re an Arizona stunner Like a tea, I wanna sip it, sip it

Let me give you sugar You’re my spicy tuna, sticky, sticky Spicy like a rumor You’re my hallelujah, sticky

If you like what you see You look so damn good on me Like you’re good enough to eat, ah-ah

Now you’re stuck in my teeth Got me picking out a ring Baby, I got an idea

Hey, I should be your next girlfriend And she should be your ex girlfriend Hey, you should be my next girlfriend La-la-la, ooh, mmm, la-la-la

Hey, I should be your next girlfriend And she should be your ex girlfriend Hey, you should be my next girlfriend

***

AKSDJNHKUYFGDRKY YES ONE LAST MINUTE SUBMISSION BEFORE THE EVENT IS OVER I KNOW I'M CUTTING IT CLOSE

So this was actually the first fic I started writing specifically for this event, and then I didn't get anywhere near how much I wanted of the preview done by the end of the first week D: So I'm submitting what I have now! Still didn't get to what I was really hyped about (i.e. the spicy bits lmao), but oh well! Can't have time for everything, I guess. At least this post probably won't get filtered now?

So since this was the first fic I wrote for YasMoon in a while, it was absolutely the clunkiest when I went back to edit ^^; I had to spend way more time than I thought just cleaning the damn thing up and getting it on par with my later (and comparatively much better) fic snippets for the femslash event XD With that said, forgive me if it's still a little rough--I was kinda rushing to finish by the event ending D:

For anyone wondering about the ship tags--I know this is YasMoon-centric right now, but I promise MoonPiper will play a bigger role in the finished fic! Moon is dating Piper at the time this fic takes place, which is, ah...definitely going to complicate things. And also make Yasmine really salty. This girl is not one bit happy that she missed her chance like an idiot XD

BTW that top left pic of Yasmine giving Moon a once-over is the Screenshot of All Time. Girl is so ready to take her on the floor that instant. Like!!! Get it together, Yas!!! You are in public, babe!!!

Yasmine's older influencer sister Rosalie who lives in Big Bear makes an appearance here!!! I really love writing about her for some reason. Like I genuinely can't remember the last time I've been this jazzed about fleshing out a fandom OC, aside from some ship lovechildren I made ages ago XD But idk idk I just think she's neat!!! And I wanted to give Yas a family member she has a quasi-good relationship with, since I HC she has difficulties with homophobic parents.

CW for open-ish discussions of teen sexuality and some dirty innuendos.

***

“Thanks for coming out with me today.”

Yasmine watches Moon climb in the new Porche. Hair tied back, smile relaxed, patterned orange dress sweeping in a delicate cloud around tanned legs.

So much of her’s just the same. Impressive that a whole summer full of karate drama bullshit didn’t even bruise that carefree, easygoing spirit.

If anything, it strengthened. Perhaps out of spite, whether or not Moon was consciously aware of it.

Some parts have definitely shifted, though. There’s an iron resolve that’s grown under those thin shawls and short skirts. An extra coat of armor she’s sprouted, thanks to Hawk. Thanks to Yasmine.

Her stomach twists guiltily. It’s the kind of protection someone like Moon should never have to develop.

The world is a cruel place. Unfair, cutthroat, brutal to anyone who doesn’t fit the proper “mold.” Yasmine’s always known that.

She just never thought she’d be the one to teach it to Moon, with her friend’s wide-eyed naiveté and innocent hope that no one was that shitty a person—only misguided.

Yasmine knows she’s the exception to that rule.

“Are you okay?”

She blinks. Reclined in the passenger’s seat, Moon’s fixing her with the kind of concerned gaze she almost never deserves.

“Yeah.” It comes out sharper than she means. A habit she should probably work on. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You…were staring at me and idling the car. You’re kind of out of it. Should we stop for iced coffee?”

“Right.” Yasmine forces a smile. “Was just, ah…thinking about how I’m relieved we can hang out again. Don’t make fun of me for being a sappy bitch, but I missed you.”

Moon laughs—and oh god, she missed that too.

Not that she’ll ever admit it aloud, but it was horrendously stupid to think she could cut Moon off. To think she wouldn’t come crawling back, mesmerized like some idiot in a spy movie falling into the world’s most obvious honey trap.

Not that Moon would ever intentionally honeypot anyone. But she has a way of making you care too much, and not realizing it until it’s too late to save yourself.

“Same,” Moon says. “Actually really glad you’re not still mad at me.”

“Oh, no, I am. Incredibly lame of you to ditch me for a guy who looks like the main character of a budget Sonic the Hedgehog live action remake. But I guess I’ll let it slide this once.”

Moon bursts out snickering—the same way she always has when Yasmine’s bluntness catches her off-guard. There’s something comforting about the familiarity.

“Appreciated,” Moon says.

As they weave out of the hilly Encino neighborhood, Yasmine’s grip on the steering wheel loosens. She didn’t even realize she was squeezing.

“Although I’d be an idiot to turn down iced coffee,” she adds. “Maybe if we wait ‘til we get there, we can Instagram it.”

“Damn. If I knew you were in the mood, I would’ve made you some for the cooler.”

Yasmine winces.

It was a habit they’d fallen into their freshman year. Moon fiddled around with her parents’ coffee machine, using Yasmine as her guinea pig to test out various experimental lattes. Yasmine had tried just about every plant-based creamer under the sun now—and shockingly, even found a handful that didn’t taste like shit. It never failed to make her feel pampered and cared for, even if some of Moon’s combinations were a little…unconventional. (She’s pretty sure Moon spiked her oat milk hazelnut latte with hemp once.)

Something about Moon being so ready to pick the kind gesture back up—after everything—makes Yasmine feel like a horrible person all over again.

“It’s fine.” Her voice is tight. “My mom doesn’t give a shit if we get some food on the credit card. And those kinda covert promo posts get more likes, anyway.”

They turn onto the 405 entrance ramp, where 11 a.m. traffic is already moving as if the entire freeway is stuck in a swamp. Apparently they aren’t the only teenagers trying to get in one last beach trip before the school year.

Speaking of. Moon’s end-of-summer party is in a few days. Which Yasmine will have to miss because…reasons.

Or one reason, mainly. One sharp-eyed, curly-haired, leather-jacket-wearing, much-hotter-than-Yasmine reason.

Ugh.

Her concern isn’t her and Piper getting catty with each other—although she certainly wouldn’t rule it out. She’s much more worried about what’ll happen if she actually likes Piper.

Because Moon deserves someone kind and considerate who treats her well. And the past year or so, she’s had pretty shit luck with that.

And yet. Yasmine has a feeling Piper could be the best girlfriend to ever grace the planet, and the sight of her would still feel like a knife to the gut.

I’m sorry, I wish I could. Ros is having this influencer mixer thing in Big Bear and my parents will kill me if I don’t go.

She’s ironed out the excuse a thousand times, and it sounds plausible enough. Moon knows Yasmine’s parents are crazy, and obsessed with everything their precious Rosalie does.

Hopefully it’ll suffice to not further strain an already-frayed thread. A thread Yasmine’s trying to duct tape back together.

“It’s a shame Sam couldn’t make it,” Moon pipes up suddenly.

Yasmine freezes.

She’s not sure where she and Sam stand. If Yasmine had her way, they’d be done. She seriously doubts there wasn’t any truth to what Kyler told her and Moon.

Besides, Yasmine would bet good money Sam’ll throw her lot in with Aisha next year, now that Aisha’s everyone’s favorite fucking wedgie-giving bitch, apparently.

But Moon’s fond of Sam. Apparently, they rekindled their friendship while she was in France.

While Moon still didn’t know if she and Yasmine were going to patch things up. While she believed it was best to let Yasmine go and make things right with all the people her ex best friend hurt.

And Yasmine doesn’t think trying to get her way in the Sam matter will do much to help her hold onto the friend that, against all odds, she managed to get back.

“Yeah,” Yasmine lies. “A shame.”

“Guess she’s too busy with her new dojo boyfriend.”

Moon snickers again. Yasmine glances over, eyebrows raised.

“Her what now?”

“Didn’t you see her Instagram story? She and this guy she met through karate, they’re totally—wait.” Moon’s eyes widen as Yasmine frowns in confusion. “Did you unfollow her?!”

Yasmine’s eyes flick back to the road, chest turning in embarrassment. Before she can think of an excuse, Moon gasps in smug delight.

“Oh, you petty bitch.”

Yasmine huffs. “Look, her stupid ex-bestie embarrassed me in front of the entire school! Forgive me for thinking we weren’t really on following terms.”

Her friend only laughs, seemingly content not to rib any further. Another thing Yasmine’ll have to add to the list of neverending things she’s grateful to Moon for.

How annoying. She already owes Moon so much, and it’s only getting worse.

“Then I guess I’ll have to catch you up myself,” Moon says. “So when Sam started doing karate again, her dad was training this other guy, too. They hit it off, apparently. But she hasn’t told her dad they’re together yet because this kid’s also living with them because his home life is really bad so the LaRussos invited him to stay in their spare room so he could actually get regular meals—”

“Wait, wait.” Despite herself, Yasmine’s overcome with morbid curiosity. “Miyagi Do or whatever, right? Please tell me Sam’s new boytoy isn’t the same freakshow who tried to hit on me on my birthday. Donatello, or whatever the fuck you said his name was.”

Moon chuckles. “What, Demetri?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Yasmine makes a face. “The I-promise-I’m-not-a-stalker-I-just-watch-you-across-the-cafeteria guy. I’d honestly be shocked if he ever landed a girl.”

“Well, he does karate, too. Not like Miguel and Robby, though.” She lets out a dreamy sigh, gazing out the window. “I’ve gotta take you to the next AVT. So many hotties there.”

Yasmine might be sick.

“Right, yeah. Totally my dream to land some shrieking, possessive, testosterone-loaded freak who tattoos my name on him without me asking and then tries to use it to guilt me to stay with him after he beats people up over Yelp reviews. Husband material right there.”

Moon winces. Yasmine doesn’t hold back a smug grin.

The hopeful naiveté can be endearing, but Moon really should have known better than that one.

“They’re not all like that,” she mumbles.

“Come on.” Yasmine scoffs. “In what world would I want some gross, sweaty braindead maniac rubbing himself all over me and acting like I’m his pretty little bitch on a leash? Hard fucking pass.”

She’s thrown off by Moon’s dubious look.

“Didn’t you used to get Kyler to beat up anyone who got in your way?”

“Well, yeah, but that was different. It was a convenience thing—I didn’t get some disgusting girl hard-on because of it.”

The very thought makes her shudder. Boys are good for intimidation purposes, but their uses end there.

Yasmine shuffles her legs, stomach tightening. If…well, that was the rent she might have to eventually pay for guys like Kyler to do her bidding, then to hell with it—she’d do her dirty work herself.

***

“So Rosalie really got lost at the Cannes film festival.”

Moon’s body bends gracefully as she flaps the beach towel out behind her. The wind catches it perfectly, straightening it as she guides it to the ground.

Yasmine tracks her movements, insides aching. Gleaming, sun-kissed skin, perfectly curved body, silky chestnut hair…

She’s such a fucking tease. And from the way she’s deliberately taking her time squatting to put down the towel and stretching up again…

She damn well knows it.

Well, two can play at this game.

“Oh, yeah.” Yasmine sets their cooler down and strides over to her friend. “She knows some actor who was supposed to get us into this premier, but he got sidetracked schmoozing on the main walkway. Apparently Christopher Nolan was there, and—”

Moon begins to open their umbrella. Yasmine gently but firmly takes it away. “Here, let me.”

“Are you sure?” Moon looks worried. Cute. “It’s big, Yas. It’ll crush you.”

“Oh, please. I’m taller than you! Besides.” She fixes Moon with a conniving smirk. “You and Sam aren’t the only ones who get to feel up long, hard rods.”

As she slides her fingers across the umbrella handle, Moon giggles, scandalized. “I…didn’t know you liked that sort of thing.”

“See, umbrellas aren’t whiny, boring little shits who never shut up about how great their handle is, or cry when you tell them a different umbrella has a better handle.”

“Anyhow.” Yasmine slung the umbrella over one shoulder. “Ros’s actor friend vanishes, so she runs off to find him, right? In, y’know, that one slutty green gala gown she wears in all the party makeup tutorial livestreams. She got yanked into some side tent because they actually thought she was co-starring in the new JLo movie! Was like an hour before we found her.”

She saunters across the towel and plants the umbrella in the sand as she recounts the story. Moon’s eyes wander across her, as palpable a sensation as heat rays tracing her back in a tanning salon.

Yasmine smirks. Moon likes strong people? Girls in leather jackets and boys who dive into punching showdowns?

Hell, she can be strong, too. Just because she prefers others to do the work for her doesn’t mean she’s not capable.

She stands on her toes as she cranks the umbrella open, making a point to flex long, thin legs as she does it. She takes her time adjusting the thing, letting the sun catch a blinding gleam in her summery cyan manicure.

A breeze ruffles the skirt of Yasmine’s sundress, cool air brushing against her back legs. She makes no effort to stop this.

Maybe Moon will enjoy the view. Would do her some good to remember what she’s missing.

“You, um…you doing okay with that?”

Moon’s completely flustered. Yasmine’s so self-satisfied it could eat her up.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” she says airily. “Just a bit awkward. But if Kyler’s not gonna be around to lift shit for me, then I’m not about to wait around for someone else who will.”

“I mean, I could go bat my eyelashes at one of those surfer guys and get them to help us. Not like it would be hard.”

Yasmine shudders.

“What, and have to deal with him trying to menage-a-trois us all day? It’d cause more problems than it’d solve.”

She loosens her fingers—strategically enough that the umbrella tie toppling to the sand looks like an accident. As it hits the beach, she groans.

“Ugh. Damn thing.”

Yasmine slowly inches her feet apart, bending at the waist and making sure her…well, her back end is as noticeable as it will go without looking ridiculous.

Maybe it’s her imagination, but she swears Moon sucks in her breath.

Yasmine spends several seconds plodding through the sand, umbrella tie in full sight the entire time. When the search is convincing enough, she grabs the tie and quickly stands back up.

“Did you just use the Legally Blonde Bend-and-Snap on me?”

It’s Yasmine’s turn to blush.

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come on. The thing where you pretend to drop something so you can lean down and get it and show off your ass. I know you’re not that openly slutty unless you want someone to see.”

Yasmine stares at the umbrella, face probably making her look like she ditched the sunscreen today. She’s not about to let Moon see.

“Oh, don’t be so enamored with yourself! Not everything is about you.”

Moon snickers. “Yeah, but that sure was.”

“Ugh. You can’t prove that.”

“I may as well be able to. Your aura’s all full of it.”

Yasmine fingers the hem of her dress, growing more and more flustered.

Moon didn’t used to be this cheeky. Or this…bold. Learning to stand up for herself sure gave the girl a self-made remodel.

And it’s driving Yasmine absolutely insane.

She wants to scream. Wail. Pull her hair. Beat her fists in the sand.

Anything to fight off the effect this New Moon is having on her.

But to hell with it. She hasn’t pulled her last ace yet.

“So are we ready to hit the waves or what?” She takes a deep breath, finally turning back to Moon and gesturing toward the lapping ocean. “It’s hot as shit out, and I didn’t come here just to tan.”

“Sure. But let me grab a drink first.”

As Moon reaches into the cooler, Yasmine starts to peel off her hot pink sundress. She makes a point not to rush, wanting to savor her friend’s reaction.

Oh, she’ll love this.

When Moon turns around, she nearly chokes on her Arizona iced tea.

“You didn’t.”

Yasmine smirks. “I did.”

The other girl shakes her head, mouth tightening. “You really just—ugh.”

“What?” Yasmine bats her lashes, feigning innocence. “It’s a perfectly good bathing suit! What’s the problem?”

Moon groans, yanking off her own sundress in one frustrated motion. “Well, one of us is going to have to change!”

And for a moment all Yasmine can do is stare, taking in the tie-dyed blue, black, and white bikini identical to the one she’s sporting. Matched not for some giggly best friends stunt, but out of a sort of mutual pettiness that still lingered from that fateful night by the bonfire.

The next moment, she’s howling with laughter.

“Oh, you catty bitch. And here I was thinking you didn’t have a mean bone left in your body.”

Moon crosses her arms, glaring. “It was my bathing suit to begin with,” she says, tone snippy. “You were the one who copied my style!”

“Yeah, because I thought it’d be cute if we matched. And you thought so, too, until you went drooling after Spikehair McRage Issues. And now I’m ripping you off? Convenient.”

Her smirk widens as Moon splutters incoherently, arriving at some kind of logical dead end.

“Come on now.” Yasmine pushes her bottom lip out in a fake pout. “All our drama’s water under the bridge, isn’t it? It can be a quirky bestie thing again, you know.”

She knows damn well Moon’s annoyance goes deeper than having her outfit plagiarized. And she also knows that playing dumb as Moon gets more and more quietly exasperated is one of the funniest things she’s ever seen.

Yasmine’s willing to let bygones be bygones. But the Old Yasmine—the one with her heart still torn out from the only person who mattered to her abandoning her at a moment’s notice—can’t resist a few jabs here and there.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know why I’m upset.”

Yasmine blinks, taken aback.

So Moon’s directly voicing gripes regularly now. That wasn’t just a one-time thing.

It’s a little intimidating.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” She keeps up the act, wondering how far she can get.

Moon takes a long swig of tea before speaking, as if to gather strength.

“When you posted those social media pics over the summer…you wore it as a dig at me, didn’t you?”

She opens her mouth, trying to think of a justification and coming up short.

“Not about to believe you ‘just felt like it’ or ‘just forgot.’” Moon snorts derisively. “I know blue tie-dye’s not your style. You only ever got one of those because I did, and you thought it’d be funny if we looked the same.”

Yasmine hesitates, a stone forming in her stomach.

Perhaps if Moon’s ditching her filter, then Yasmine doesn’t need one either. Perhaps brazenly voicing the unsaid with 0 reservations is their new normal.

Strange as that would be.

“I wanted to remind you what we were,” Yasmine admits quietly. “What we had, that you…decided you didn’t want anymore. And I guess also remind you that you could like…turn your back on me and do the ‘reform’ thing all you wanted, but that wouldn’t ever change the fact that you were my best friend. That there’s a lot about us that’s exactly the same, and you can’t pretend you didn’t go along with all the shitty stuff I did for a long-ass time.”

“But I stopped. I apologized to people. I tried to change.” Moon frowns. “Isn’t that what matters?”

“I’m not saying you’re not like…a way better person than me.” Yasmine smiles sadly. “I’ll admit that now. But you’re not some flawless saint. And you can’t just erase the person you were when you were with me.”

“I guess not. But I was never that happy when I felt like…like I was your obedient little pet or something.”

The words cut deeper than Yasmine expects.

“Is that—is that really how you think I saw you?”

Moon realizes she’s hit a nerve.

“I—I don’t know.” Some of the steel is gone from her voice, guilt poking through. “It felt like that sometimes. I know you cared about me, and you were working through a bunch of shit and couldn’t be super open about it. But you always made everything about you.”

And fuck—Yasmine can’t argue with that. She stares at the beach towel, shuffling her feet.

“And why did you wear it today?” Moon’s voice hardens. “To needle me again?”

Yasmine crosses her arms, finally looking up. “And why did you wear yours?”

Moon stops, caught at an impasse. Yasmine’s smirk returns.

“See? We’ve still got a thing or two in common.”

She saunters over, swaying her hips and shifting the tie-dye bikini back and forth.

“I knew there was some mean bitch left in you. Otherwise you’d never have agreed to hang out with me again, hmmmm?”

She smiles, and it’s every bit as smug and conniving as the mask Old Yasmine always hid behind. Moon inhales sharply, leaning back as Yasmine sweeps through more and more of her personal space. By the time her friend gets within inches of Moon’s face, she’s a tensed-up, flustered mess.

Interesting how her feet stay planted when it’d be easy to back up. Maybe that new assertiveness of hers is pressuring her to stand her ground. Or maybe…

“I think we’ve both been feeling a little petty about that whole mess on my birthday, haven’t we?” Yasmine murmurs the words against Moon’s lips, tantalizingly close. Their bodies are brushing now, electricity fizzing under Yasmine’s skin at every point of contact.

She’s burning to know if Moon will close the distance. Give into temptation and finish the job, like Yasmine knows she wants to.

Moon’s eyes start to shut, lips pursing. Yasmine’s smile widens, reaching out manicured cat claws and devouring the metaphorical canary.

In one quick motion she turns, sweeping one arm around Moon and using her other to pull out her phone and snap a selfie. Then she’s gone, stepping away to drop the photo on Instagram and type a caption.

“Twinsiessss!” she hums, reading it aloud. “Missed beach days with this girl. X x x x.”

Moon shakes her head, scoffing. You tease, her glare says.

Well. It’s only payback, isn’t it?

“We’re ridiculous,” she says, sighing. “This is one step away from those annoying ‘his’ and ‘hers’ t-shirts.”

The implication isn’t lost on Yasmine—and it’s all the proof she needs that Moon was one bad decision away from breaking Piper Elswith’s heart.

Is it wrong that she takes a fucked up sort of pride in it?

Shoving the quandary from her mind, Yasmine claps her hands. “Okay, enough of all that. Let’s go for a fucking swim.”

She crams her phone in their swim bag, haphazardly throwing a spare beach blanket over their belongings. Grabbing Moon’s wrist, she tugs them toward the sea.

It’s nice to hold her again. That tanned, lotioned-up skin never fails to feel perfect under Yasmine’s.

Moon laughs, expression coy. “Feels strange to be running around in our bikinis again. Brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

Yasmine’s face grows hot. It’s Moon’s turn to get her blushing, apparently.

“You remember the last time we did that?” Moon prompts. As though one rubbing around the sensitive spots of her memory wasn’t enough to trigger them.

“Oh, yeah.” She chuckles, and it’s a little bittersweet. “How could I forget?”

***

Random author's notes, in no particular order:

I realized that I put not one but two spy movie mentions in my recent YasMoon fics...so now I have a headcanon that her dad is super into James Bond and spy/thriller movies and that's how she's familiar with all the tropes! I like to think it's one of the few things they can still bond over and enjoy together, since I HC that Yasmine's relationship with her dad has gotten more and more strained over the years as she feels like she has to hide the fact she's a lesbian (and he's probably also out of the country a fair bit, if S4 is anything to go off of).

I actually find Yasmine and Sam's relationship so interesting??? Like Yasmine showed 0 guilt when she dropped her in S1 and readily sided with Kyler over her (in contrast to Moon, who looks guilty about cutting Sam off and seems upset by Kyler's public slut-shaming stunts). But then come S3, they're friends again??? I'm left to think they only really made nice because they both care about Moon and want to make her happy, because otherwise I don't think they'd have any reason to forgive each other. (Which kinda further proves my point about Yas being gay for Moon--"ugh I can't stand this shit-talking blowjob-giving bitch, but I'll be nice to her for you and you ONLY, babe!" Like Moon is really the only person who can keep Yasmine's bitchiness at all under control lmao. Even Demetri does a shit job of calling her out XD) And then by the time S5 rolls around, she and Sam seemed to have developed some genuine friendly affection for each other--which I think is kind of neat! The power of Moon's influence, amirite???

Yasmine's hapless lesbian ass really can't think of any better way of flirting than being like "oh nooooo!!! Kyaaaa!!! The wind went under my skirt!!! KYAAAA!!! I bent over to pick something up and you saw under my dress!!!" like a cringey anime girl. I would attest in a court of law that she is just THAT much of a disaster when it comes to openly and publicly flirting with girls. Like she hasn't the faintest idea what she's doing!!! She wants to get the point across but god forbid anyone notice she's gay!!! It needs to look accidental for plausible denial reasons, okay!!! Oh, the joys of writing a deeply closeted sapphic flailing her way through life <3

I just KNOW that Yasmine and Moon know Legally Blonde. Like how could they not??? The main character is a California valley girl XD Yasmine claims she watches it over and over because she loves Elle's aesthetic, but she secretly envies how smart Elle is and kind of wishes she could get a high-end kick-ass businessy job she could show up to in a bright pink suit. She also aspires to have a little purse dog, although she's partial to pomeranians and Japanese spitzes a little more than chihuahuas.

It's our lord's year 2023 and I am still saying the matching bikini bit from S2 was gay as fuck. Like Yasmine definitely knew what she was doing and she definitely wore that shit on purpose. And girl has enough basic fashion sense to not get an identical garment as her bestie unless she wants them to be matchy matchy. Y'know. Like a couples costume. Pretty damn fruity innit

Writing Yasmine as the most unapologetic lesbian tease is so funny. Like by god this girl WILL seduce women with everything she's got while wanting every dick on earth at least 400000000 feet away from her at all times. Iconic!

[dream-beyond-the-dawn]

Coffee and meetings (Aph Russia omo)

This was requested by anon so...here ya go. If you're reading this, I hope you like it. I'm not proud of it because it's definitely not my best work. Truth be told I haven't really been in the Hetalia fandom since I was like 14 lol almost 10 years ago. But I tried lol.

Meeting after meeting after meeting. That's all Ivan had done ever since the time he woke up that morning. He took another sip of what had to be at least his third coffee that morning while glancing at his watch from the break room. He still had 15 minutes to finish his coffee.

He relaxed back in his office chair. He probably could be spending his break doing something more productive- considering he was about to attend a meeting lead by the notorious talker- Alfred Jones. But all he wanted to do now was sip on his coffee in the break room with no one there to bother him.

At least it was his last meeting of the day. And it was only an ally meeting so that meant less people.

Ivan finished his cup of coffee, deciding he should probably go to the bathroom before the meeting started. They were notorious for lasting anywhere from thirty minutes to a couple hours. He didn't usually even have anything to say. Ivan preferred to listen and not speak up much. That and he knew a lot of people found him intimidating, something that didn't bother him.

He turned the corner to the bathrooms only to see they were both cautioned off. Then he remembered someone mentioning in passing that the building was being partly remodeled. He was pretty familiar with this place by now and he knew that they only had one bathroom.

Maybe drinking three cups of coffee wasn't a good idea. But he shrugged it off and headed to the meeting anyway. He'd never particularly had a small bladder anyway so he would be fine.

He sat by himself on the very end, far from anyone. He wasn't sure what the meeting was about but he didn't really care.

"We have a lot of ground to cover today." Alfred started out, sounding as enthusiastic as ever. "We're going to be discussing national security. Does anyone want to start?"

Ivan tuned out most of what was being said. Ludwig started the conversation which wasn't exactly shocking.

So far all the meeting has consisted of was a projector playing a video of what each country was doing in an attempt to lower crime. Some of them admittedly weren't bad ideas but there was something distracting him.

The coffee that he drank was starting to fill his bladder. It wasn't bad yet but if the meeting lasted as long as predicted then a potential problem was in the making. And only 30 minutes had passed too.

Ivan leaned back in his chair and tried to get comfortable while each person took turns on their speech after their segment of the slideshow ended. He knew his turn was coming up which made him nervous. Public speaking had never been his thing. It wasn't necessary that he was shy- he just didn't particularly enjoy any attention drawn to himself.

Which is why he had to be even more careful with anyone catching on to his predicament.

"Ivan what about you?"

He stiffened. What were they even talking about? He was so focused on his bladder that he wasn't paying a bit of attention to what anyone was even saying.

"Forgive me, I am just a bit jet lagged, da. I'll sit this one out." He said it with a smile but knew it came off as forced.

There were times when everyone being various levels of scared of him paid off. This was one of them.

He got a few somewhat annoyed glances from the others who likely didn't want to speak up either but he didn't care. The sooner this was over the better.

Something he'd learned how to do throughout all the years of having to attend meetings, he had learned to tune them almost out by distracting himself.

Sometimes he would tell himself stories and sometimes he would reminisce on the past.

Right now he was finding it hard to do anything other than think about how badly he needed to use the bathroom.

He glanced at the clock. The meeting hadn't even made it past two hours. He was glad his sister, Katyusha wasn't there. She definitely would have noticed and likely said something. His other sister- well he didn't want to talk about her.

Another hour passed and Ivan was now starting to sweat. He was so focused on anything other than his bladder that he didn't notice Feliciano address him out of concern.

"Are you okay? You don't look too good."

Shit. Now they were all paying attention to him. They all knew. They had to.

The stress of his situation made a single drop escape Ivan, who was trying not to panic. He let this go on for too long.

"Are you okay dude? You look like you're about to puke." Alfred paused the slideshow that was playing. "do you need to step outside?"

Ivan stood up, barely managing to keep a relaxed posture and exited the room without word. He was too desperate to worry about how embarrassed he would definitely be about that later.

When he turned down the hall away from the room, he stopped and grabbed himself, crossing his legs. He bit the inside of his cheek so hard it started to bleed. 'I can do this.'

After being hunched over for a few seconds he was finally able to gain some control. His bladder throbbed in pain, begging for release.

Ivan tried to make it to the exit building- if he could just go outside he could-

"Dammit!" He was hit by a wave of desperation so strong that even holding himself wasn't doing anything to help him hold it back all that did was make him realize how wet his pants were.

Ivan took one more agonizing step towards the door and that was the breaking point. He stared down in shame as his light colored pants turned dark as they became saturated with piss.

The feeling of relief was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He couldn't hold back the small sounds of pleasure he made.

It took about three entire minutes before he was done. Now be was left with cooling wet pants. Ivan took his coat off and wrapped it around his waist which made it hard to see what had just happened.

He looked up when he heard the sound of a door shutting followed by footsteps. He quickly hid behind a door to one of the other rooms so no one would see him.

"Where did Ivan go?" Arthur asked sounding impassive.

"He didn't look like he felt good. I bet he went home." Alfred responded back.

So they must've been leaving together. That meant he would either have to sneak out after them or wait until everyone else left.

"He's not supposed to be doing that."

"Did you wanna be the one to stop him? C'mon the dude is nuts sometimes. I don't want him to beat me with his magical pipe of pain."

That was all he heard before they left. By now his pants were extremely uncomfortable but he noticed a small clothing store across the street. It would certainly beat driving back to his hotel with wet pants.

He waited a few minutes before leaving the building and heading straight for the clothing store. He wasn't sure where everyone else was but he didn't want to stick around and find out.

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (69)

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Megumi tries not to look at Shippo, dressed in the shortest skirt he has ever seen. The top, if it could really be called that, shows off Shippo's midriff. It's a little chilly for such attire, but as Shippo so eloquently put it, "Hoes, don't get cold."

He doesn't know if he wants to barf, claw his eyes out, or abort the mission and tell Maki to figure it out on her own.

He didn't sign up for this…trauma.

"Kagome-san would never wear that," he mumbles, approaching the entrance to the Zenin estate. Did Kagome-san know Shippo would pretend to be her dressed in such revealing clothing?

"I bet Mama wears something like this for Dad all the time." Shippo stands up on his toes and sticks his butt out. "She probably hit him with the come and get it. No wonder she's knocked up."

"I'm gonna barf."

"Good. That's good. Keep that energy. It'll make it more believable." Shippo runs his hands together, but the sinister smile is so many levels of wrong on Kagome-san's face that Megumi is getting whiplash.

That's not Kagome-san. That's Shippo. Maybe if he repeats it over and over in his mind, he won't feel like a teenager discovering his parents have sex.

Oh Kami.

He's definitely gonna puke.

"Ooh Zenin-san!" Shippo calls sweetly, flipping his black hair back before toying with the edge of his white skirt.

Virgin white. That's what Shippo told him before they left Sesshomaru-sama's estate. Megumi swallows the bile and grits his teeth.

Virgin white.

Why is that stuck in his head?

"It's about time ya learned how to address me with the proper respect," Naoya says, leering at Shippo's legs.

How far is Shippo going to take this? The fox glides over to Naoya like a trained dancer and runs his hands down Naoya's chest.

"I was such a fool before," Shippo sighs. "I thought Satoru was the strongest, but I was wrong. Can you forgive me?" Shippo's hand trails down.

Naoya blinks and then grins. He reaches down and grabs a handful of Shippo's butt, squeezing it like he wants to take a piece of it with him.

Megumi looks up at the sky. It's rather nice out, all things considering. "Where are Maki and Mai?" He asks, still looking up at the clear skies. Today feels like it should have been an overcast day. Grey. Depressed. Kind of like how he is feeling right now, having to watch this scene play out.

When Gojo-sensei gets out of that box, he is going to beat his ass himself and put him back for having to suffer through this.

"In the pits." Naoya sneers at him. "What's with the face, Megumi-kun?"

"Bothers me to see Kagome-san pressing up on you. Thought you were loyal to Gojo-sensei?"

Shippo sighs. "Oh Megumi-kun, you do not understand. A woman can only do so much. Satoru promised to take care of me. Said I never had anything to worry about. But that's not true." Shippo bats his eyelashes at Naoya. "What I need is a real man. A real sorcerer to put me in my place."

Shippo leans in closer and slides his hands, so they rest on Naoya's shoulders. "You're that man, right? Can you put me in my place?"

"Wanna hear ya say it," Naoya breathes, focused so intently on Shippo, that someone could attack Naoya right now and he wouldn't notice.

"Under you." Shippo giggles.

He can't do this any longer. Megumi storms away. The image is seared into his brain.

"Men like Naoya think with their dicks," is what Shippo said to him before they left. "Doesn't matter what Mama did in the past. A little flattery and a wink is enough to have Naoya crawling on his knees."

He didn't want to believe Shippo was right… but he glances back and wishes he hadn't.

Where the hell are the pits? Anything is better than that cursed scene behind him. He presses his lips into a firm line at the sight of Jinichi-san. The tall, muscular Zenin with the wild hair that he refuses to call uncle.

"Where are the pits?" Megumi cracks his neck, barely reacting when Buyo Jr. and the cat shikigami jump out from his shadow and land on his shoulders.

"Interesting shikigami, you got there. They don't look like a part of the ten shadows technique."

"Because they aren't." Megumi keeps his face blank. The air is off. Though he figured this was a trap before he arrived. They must not like the idea of him being clan leader. "Where are the pits? I'm here for Maki and Mai."

"Heard ya tryin' to let Gojo out the box." Jinichi-san places his hand over his sword. He moves closer. Jinichi-san's breath is sour. Like rotten grapes mixed with sake.

So that's their angle. Buyo Jr. hisses. The cat shikigami jumps down and transforms into its more humanoid form. It waves a hand and Jinichi-san goes flying into a building.

Well…okay then? Still doesn't solve the issue of where the pits are.

"Buyo, can you smell Maki?"

"Meow." Buyo Jr. fluffs up his fur and jumps down, transforming into his bigger form. Is it just Megumi or was there a bit of attitude in that meow? He shrugs and pulls out a sword. Jinichi-san will come after them, but he needs to find Maki and Mai first. Something isn't adding up. Why would either of them try to kill the other?

Buyo leads them into a building and down the hall. The stench of blood is strong. The hairs on his arms rise. There's a lot of curse activity here. Is that what the pits are? He gnaws on the inside of his cheek. He'll thank Gojo-sensei first for preventing the sale of him all those years ago and then he'll kick his ass.

Megumi kicks open the door. The metallic smell smacks him in the face. He nearly doubles over. Curses surround Maki and Mai. They lie there in the middle of the floor, barely moving. The only thing keeping the curses at bay is Miroku-san.

Shit.

There are too many curses to count. Even if they are weak, the sheer number of them is a problem.

"You too, Miroku-san?"

"It's nothing personal, Megumi-kun," Miroku-san croaks. "You know the rules. You know the consequence of trying to free Gojo Satoru."

"Let them go," he replies, gripping his sword. He has the high ground, but Miroku-san is strong. Has to be to keep all those curses at bay.

Buyo Jr. snaps his teeth at Miroku-san, his tails twitch with agitation. The cat shikigami shifts, ears pinned back.

Miroku-san tilts his head to the side, staring down the cat shikigami. There's a tenseness to his shoulders. "I'll make you a deal. Pick one to save."

"I'm not choosing between them." He steps forward, but Buyo Jr. steps in front of him. "There's a sorcerer out there planning a culling game and you want to fight?"

"So, you won't choose?" Miroku-san sighs. "How boring." He snaps his fingers, and the curses descend. Maki groans, struggling to get up, but Miroku-san kicks her in the side, pushing her closer to Mai.

Shit. He doesn't need this. He needs to be focused on the culling games. On rescuing Tsumiki. Not dealing with a clan quarrel.

He summons rabbit escape. The bunnies rush forward with Buyo Jr. aiding them against the curses. Miroku-san flashes out of sight and backhands him.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Where the hell is Shippo?

Miroku-san's arm changes, mutates, and turns into a sword. He rolls to the side and blocks. Where the hell did this strength come from? Or has he always been this strong? Miroku-san's face changes, his body gets bigger, the energy becomes more visceral. Darker.

This is a demon. Is this Naraku? He resembles the sketch Gojo-sensei drafted.

"Impressive. But not enough," Naraku coos. His red eyes are more vibrant than the bloodstains on the floor. Arms, like spider legs, sprout out of his back. They itch closer.

He can't die here.

He pushes back, pushing everything he has into it. Naraku skids back and then dodges an attack from the cat shikigami. Something wet trickles down his face. Blood. Megumi wipes it away with the back of his hand.

Boom!

Jinichi-san bursts into the room. His eyes wild. Scratches adorn his body like decorations. "Oh Megumi-kun!" he shouts, stalking towards him and then frowning. "Who the hell are you?"

Naraku rolls his eyes. "You had one job." His spider-like limbs stab Jinichi-san in the chest, spearing him like a kabob. He pulls him in closer. The limb bubbles and Megumi's eyes widen in horror.

Is he eating him?

He needs to get to Shippo, now. "Buyo!" Megumi runs, slicing away at the limbs that try to grab a hold of him. The cat shikigami holds out its hands, keeping the curses at bay, while Buyo Jr. and the rabbits follow him with Maki and Mai. Megumi pumps his legs to go faster. No one told him there was a demon here!

If that is Naraku, then that's the same demon that wiped out the Gojo clan.

He runs until he's out of the building. Where is Shippo? Now would be a great time for the fox to show up.

"Megumi-kun," Jinichi-san gurgles from behind him. Naraku's low, deep chuckle sears into Megumi's psyche.

Naraku is toying with him.

"No point in running. Even if I don't get to you. There's no way you can fight off all these curses."

Megumi presses his lips together. More curses surround him. No, these are demons. A bead of sweat drips down his brow. Demons in front of him, curses behind him. The rabbits separate and attack the demons, trying to fend them off.

"Just go," Maki says, wheezing. Her glasses are cracked. The burns on her face appear more angry than when she got them.

"I'm not leaving you."

The ground rumbles. His eyes widen as something pierces Mai through the gut. Her screams are so pain filled, he wants to cover his ears. Wait, why isn't going after him? He blinks. A bubble?

The cat shikigami growls, trying to flap its wings, but the wings are small. Buyo Jr. knocks the cat shikigami from behind and it lands on his back.

What are they doing?

There's a bright light and some demons combust.

"Oh, I know you aren't having fun without me," Shippo quips, dragging Naoya behind him. "Naraku? What a sight for sore eyes. Why I haven't seen you in centuries. Whatcha doing here?"

"Who are you? The fox?"

"Does it matter?"

Megumi's eyes dart between the two. Mai isn't breathing. Maki struggles to claw her way to Mai.

Naraku shrugs. He turns to the side and grabs a hold of the curses remaining.

No, he isn't eating them. He's absorbing them.

And Shippo looks not at all concerned. Why isn't he concerned?

"Shippo," Megumi says, but the fox ignores him, still dragging Naoya behind him. Megumi blinks. There's blood concentrated around Naoya's groin and his mouth…. Oh, he's going to barf. His throat constricts. His eyes water.

That's fucking sick.

"Still chasing the bottom feeders, are you?" Shippo shakes his head. "You know, for someone so strong, you always run away from a fight." The illusion fades and Shippo stands there with his tail swishing behind him.

Naraku's jaw clenches. "Seems your mouth has grown bigger than your strength." He lashes out. Shippo throws Naoya in front of him, using him as a shield.

Megumi snaps out of his stupor and rushes over to Maki and Mai. "Is she breathing?" he asks, while pressing his fingers to Mai's throat, searching for a pulse. Arrows rain from above, but they hit the bubble and dissipate.

"She's gone," Maki says, but her voice is distant. "Even after she tried to kill me, I didn't—" Her voice breaks.

"Did she attack you or was it Naraku?" He jerks his head toward Naraku and Shippo.

…Is that a spinner?

Megumi sucks in a breath. He needs Shippo to take this seriously.

"Sesshomaru-sama has a sword. We can take her to him."

Maki shakes her head. "She took everything. The little curse energy I had. She took it with her." She stands and tosses her broken glasses. "One of us was always fated to die."

"But Sesshomaru-sama can bring her back."

But Maki isn't listening to him. A sword appears in her hands. Mai's body fades away like the bodies of those demons. She is just gone. No ashes. No bones. Nothing. Megumi stands, tries to keep Maki in the bubble with him, but she's fast. Much faster than before.

"Wait!"

She ignores him, charging after Shippo and Naraku. There's no discernment with her blade. She attacks both. An arrow hits her in the shoulder.

Shit. Shit. Shit. What the hell is she doing? Has she lost it?

Megumi beats against the bubble. "Let me out."

The cat shikigami shakes its head.

Seriously!

He snarls, cursing the shikigami and Buyo Jr. He doesn't need protecting. He can fight too. The ground shakes again and the thing that attacked Mai emerges. In its mouth is Obi-san, or what is left of him.

"Maki! That's Shippo. He's on our side!"

Maki rips the arrow out of her shoulder. She turns her head, barely acknowledging him. "He's like the other. Choose."

Choose?

Megumi grits his teeth. He really doesn't have time for this.

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A/N: Sheesh this chapter was harder to write, but action scenes are a weak point for me. Might have to give Megumi another gacha shikigami egg for his trauma. Next update will be either A Thousand Days or Wish I Could. I've started on both, so expect an update sometime next week provided I don't get sick.

Stay healthy! Stay Warm. If you have to get out, take your time because you only make bad decisions when you are in a rush. take your vitamins and try to get as much rest as possible.

Here is a snippet below of the fox story I'm working on, if ya interested:

So this is how it ends.

The ground slips away and I'm falling. My hands shoot out to the sides of me. Shit. There's nothing to grab a hold to. Nothing to slow me down.

There is nothing but pitch black darkness until I'm falling towards the light.

Oh fuck no, please don't tell me I'm falling to hell or somewhere awful. My eyes squeeze shut.

Don't die. Don't die. Don't die. I chant over and over.

Crash.

Ow. My butt hurts like a motherfucker. Wait. Why is the ground moving…again. The ground moves. My heart thrashes in my chest.

This isn't the ground.

I gulp. This thing, whatever it is, has horns. Sharp. Looks like they can impale me like a sheet of tissue paper.

"Hey there, big guy. Nice guy?"

It lets out a shriek that pierces my eardrums something fierce. It shakes and I'm falling over. My hands grapple, but its skin is so smooth that I topple over like water.

I'm gonna die. Here lies Megan: she had no family, no friends. She leaves behind an ex boyfriend that cursed her name and took every penny she saved. And she was a dumbass for falling through that hole.

My side aches, but I can't lie here. The thing, whatever it is with its big horns, smooth as rubber body, and a snout, so long it resembles an ant eater. Which fitting. This thing is massive and I'm clearly an ant in this scenario.

Get up! Run! Blood pumps through my legs, howling with every strain. Don't look back.

Crap.

It's so close that one trip and I'll be a goner for sure.

Why couldn't it be like an herbivore? Those fangs are massive.

Crap. Double crap. The tree branches scrape at my clothes. The vegetation is all wrong. It's not green, not really, but almost so dark that it may as well be black.

I pump my legs faster. Come on! Need to find shelter. Somewhere to hide. Can't die here. I'm a fighter.

Never back down.

Crash.

Oh, fuck me sideways, what was that?

"Human?" The voice questions.

I shiver. Whoever this guy is, his voice is like sin on wheels. The creature screeches and I need to get up. Keep running.

"Stop. What is a human doing here?" He grabs my arm and I jerk back.

Oh?

His eyes are purple. Like an amethyst. His hair is as pitch black as the trees…and are those dog ears?

"What the hell…" I try to jerk my arm back, but his grip is so tight it's like trying to break free from a snake's grip. "Let go, dog boy!"

"Dog?" He sniffs, his large ears twitch and then swirl towards the direction of that thing. "I am a fox."

"I. Don't. Care. Let me go."

Crappp, it's here. I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe if I don't look, it won't hurt. Warm air blows across the back of my neck.

This is it.

I would have fared better against those wanna be thugs.

"What are you doing?"

"Trying not to think about the pain. Be quiet."

"Perhaps I should feed you to the klarvak."

[mythicandco]

OK OK HERE WE GO

this is also gonna be long i also love these kids too much (and if some of this doesn't exactly align with timeline canon then uhhh. forgive me? this is just the silly brainworms) [same rules from your ask, everything platonic yadda yadda]

Jonah, Adam, and Evelin have all known each other since they were quite young. Adam and Jonah basically since kindergarten, and they met Evelin in late elementary/early middle school. They were a fun trio for a long time and did basically everything together. Then Adam and Evelin officially got together in early high school and things started to drift. Jonah felt more and more like a third wheel, hangouts were few and far between, basically the beginning of Adam and Evelin's relationship was good for them but not good for the whole group.

Mid-end of high school is when things started to fall apart between the two of them until it all led to the breakup. This would also be around when Adam's obsession with Alternates got more and more present and the investigations started. However, this was also when Evelin and Jonah got closer, they kinda bonded over feeling mistreated by Adam and would vent their frustrations to each other. Jonah was never really angry at her during the relationship, he just kinda felt like he was left behind, so being able to explain his frustrations to her allowed him to release a lot of pent-up stress.

Similar to what you said, Adam and Jonah are basically inseparable. they were like The Duo of every school they went to. yknow. The Two Weird Kids Duo. Jonah was loud and brash but wasn't really good at making friends, Adam was a brooding and mysterious loner, no one ever expected them to get along but they did. Jonah was always the nervous and cautious one though. Adam was the one dragging the two of them to random hangout spots. yeah Jonah would do stupid shit, smoke in school, etc, but he never really put their safety on the line like Adam would sometimes. The reason that after everything, Jonah still sticks around is because Adam was his first and closest friend. While there's not a lot of verbal "hey you mean a lot to me man" going around between the two, there's a lot of driving each other home after a bad night, buying food for each other, making sure homework is done at the very least--however correct or incorrect it is. like i said, actions speaking louder than words.

Evelin is really sensitive. She's a strong kid, don't get me wrong, but she's easy to worry and such. She was very hesitant to break up with Adam, she put up with a lot and constantly told herself that it would get better. When things only got worse and Adam's behavior just became more and more odd, she knew what she had to do and it really broke her heart. Again, this is someone she's known and cared about for a long time so it's hard to let go. After the breakup, I believe she still cares quite a lot, but with everything going on it's just so difficult to confront again.

That being said, she's probably one of the smartest of the bunch. I tell ya, she definitely helped the BPS when getting their equipment, I'm fully convinced she would take money out of her own paycheck to get them stuff to use from MandelaTech. She also did this to help Dave feel better on bad business days. He might be out at the time, she'll put some money in and pocket some stuff, and when he comes back she tells him that a few people actually came in. She cares a lot. Also i think she's a math whizz. I don't know why. I just think she's good with numbers.

Sarah, oh boy Sarah. Sarah met the trio in high school, she knew of them but didn't really know them until Adam joined the BPS and introduced them to her. She actually rather likes Jonah and thinks he's really smart for backing out of some missions that look extremely sus. She admires his judgment and is like "yes. good. self-preservation. someone around here has it." She would interact with Evelin everyone once in a while and it was all good things. She was really grateful for the stuff she would bring from MandelaTech and she would ask about Dave every once in a while (i believe in Dave being Mark and Sarah's Uncle, but I also believe in Sarah being very distant with him because of his association with Thatcher. She does still love and care about him which is why she would ask Evelin how he's doing). Sarah and Adam is a really sad friendship i think. I think when they first met because of him signing up for the BPS they got on really really well. Her being genuinely interested in the paranormal Adam being a bit of a skeptic but having a fascination with Alternates. It made for good friendly debates and just some fun times. The fascination with Alternates did throw Sarah off a bit (i mean. yeah obviously. the trauma), but there was something about the fearlessness that Adam would talk about them with really inspired her. She had always grown up terrified and angry, but hearing someone talk about them without fear made her feel strong. Of course that all kind of came crashing down when he brought her to an actual literal Alternate crime scene which she definitely wasn't ready for. There was definitely a prominent rift in their friendship after that. She still cared but hangouts would become less and less frequent once more, and she then joined the "He's Being Very Weird And We Feel Victimized" weekly sunday brunch club with Jonah and Evelin.

When it comes to the four of them as a unit, Jonah is their heart. I can't explain why I feel this, I just feel like he was the beam of positivity they all had to look to. Deep down, he's utterly and completely terrified. He's mortified of losing his friends both just by them leaving him and by them dying. He constantly feels the need to schedule hangouts, go out and do things, and just remind everyone "hey! we're alive! isn't that awesome!" He's also definitely the one that'll take one of them off to the side to say "hey...are you alright?" Especially with Sarah. Even though he smokes, he notices that she does it a lot (i believe Sarah would probably struggle with a smoking/drinking problem due to the amount of stress she deals with), and he always checks up on her to make sure she isn't going through cigs like wildfire. He's not the "responsible" friend, but he is the most caring. Sarah is the micromanager. She feels the constant need to know where everyone is and what they're doing (not in a stalky way but in a "i need to know where you are so that if you don't come home i know where to look and report" kinda way). She loves them but she's terrified of becoming too close, she can't really lose someone like that again. Evelin is like Jonah but more downplayed. She's quieter about her care, she definitely likes when they all hang out as a group, even if she doesn't know Sarah that well. Adam, however caught up in his emo bullshit he is, takes immense comfort from the group being together. He can't exactly articulate what they mean to him, but deep down he's surprised and awed by the fact that there are people around him who genuinely care for his wellbeing. Of course, as the Alternate influence gets worse on him, this perspective is distorted, but I imagine once he regains consciousness after Catalyst, he's going to be a mess realizing how much he's hurt his friends.

Oh and finally orientations. I believe Adam is bi and somewhere on the aro/ace spectrum. Evelin is bi. Jonah and Sarah are the biggest gay/lesbian solidarity duo ever. I rest my case!

SO YEAH THAT WAS A LOT. I CARE THEM. A LOT. i apologize i think i got carried away asdghjasdhjk i really like talking about them asdghjk

HOOAOGUHGU I LOVE THESE

Evelin Jonah Adam friendship from a young age,,,oh I love that

Dave as the siblings' uncle aw I love that too

the three of them doing group therapy over adam's weirdness. god they've got some interesting coping mechanisms but I supposrt it

Sarah being a little bit protective because Trauma,,,so real. so true

SMART EVELIN. YES. ALWAYS

Jonah's the heart. again, always. he's just. yeah

Adam is just There but he's also like. the most ambitious I bet and yeah yeah yeah

Sarah and Jonah lesbian/gay solidarity YES. CORRECT. 100% CORRECT ALWAYS.

a-spec adam is so real.to me [<- relates to adam alot and is also a spec]

YEAH YOUR HEADCANONS ARE LIKE THE OPPOSITE OF MINE LMAO,,,imagine our slightly-different versions meeting that'd be so funny omg [kicking legs like a schoolgirl]