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⚣ One Kent Was Enough: Sneak Peak 👦🏻

⚣👦🏻 → New sneak peak at my upcoming Conner fic. you lucky mofos are getting a 30k+ fic out of me... spoiled little children, I swear.

Everyone gathered in the living room, with Conner and Y/N positioned centrally, while their three unexpected young guests sat casually on the couch.

“Okay, let me go over this one more time, just to make sure I’m not missing anything,” Y/N began, stroking his chin thoughtfully as he eyed the two oldest children exchanging knowing looks before turning his attention back to the group. “You three are from the future and used a magic spell that you're claiming I taught you to come back in time because you wanted to meet your parents?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what we’re claiming,” the oldest affirmed.

“And you’re also saying that me and Conner are those parents?” Y/N gestured between himself and the Kryptonian, who was observing the children with a mixture of skepticism and intrigue.

“Yep,” the boy replied confidently.

“LIAR!” Y/N’s voice boomed suddenly, pointing an accusatory finger at the child. The sudden outburst caused a stir among his teammates.

“Y/N!”

“Dude!”

“What is wrong with you?”

The children merely covered the youngest brother’s ears, though the little one giggled, oblivious to the chaos. Even Conner shot Y/N a disapproving look, though that wasn’t unusual.

“What? He claims I taught him that spell—something I would never irresponsibly share with a child, especially one that could cause all of this! Plus, that spell isn’t even in my book,” Y/N defended himself, his exasperation causing sighs and head-shaking among the team.

“Really?! That’s the part you find hard to believe?” Wally interjected incredulously.

“What? You don’t think they’re from the future?” Y/N retorted.

“Uhm, how about the fact they’re claiming to be your kids?!” Wally countered, his disbelief evident.

“Oh, right. Yeah, that’s not hard to believe at all,” Y/N responded dryly, drawing stunned looks from everyone, particularly Conner and M’Gann.

“This must be some sort of test by Batman, trying to teach me and Conner a lesson. Seriously, me and him? Together? Don’t insult me,” Y/N scoffed, dismissing the idea as utterly preposterous.

Conner’s expression shifted from confusion to anger, a storm brewing behind his eyes. He wasn’t the only one offended by the remark.

“Hey! You shouldn’t talk about Dad like that!” the middle child yelled at Y/N, mirroring Conner’s growing irritation.

“And what are you going to do about it, little boy?” Y/N taunted, only to yelp in pain as a blast of heat vision singed his thigh. “Ow! Did this little gremlin just fry me with heat vision? How does he even have heat vision when you don’t?!”

The room fell into shocked silence as the oldest child stood, calmly walking over to Y/N and healing the burn with a wave of his hand, leaving no trace of the injury. His powers were undeniable, as was the ever-clear fact that these kids were exactly who they claimed to be.

“Dude, Dad told you not to use your heat vision on people,” the eldest scolded his younger brother.

“Yeah, well, Papa warned you about snooping through his spellbook, and look where we are now!” the middle child shot back, waving his arms animatedly at the chaotic situation around them.

“AH-HA! Told you!” Y/N exclaimed triumphantly, though most of the team just rolled their eyes at his stubbornness.

[strawhatkia]

lip gloss, lil mama.

INCLUDES ! sero hanta, katsuki bakugo, mirio togata, hitoshi shinsou and hawks x black!reader

GENRE ! fluff

SYNOPSIS ! only after you apply lip gloss, do they wanna kiss from you or, the boys actively mess up your lip gloss !

WARNINGS ! before the war arc, highschoolers are still in highschool, cursing, def self-indulgent on shinsou's part, lemme know if i missed anything!

WORD COUNT ! 1.4k+

A/N ! this is an old request from my deleted account but it's a favorite of mine 🤍 original request look like this -> ”head cannons of Y/N applying a coat of lip gloss on in her room or with her friends and suddenly Bakugo, Shinsou, Hawks, Sero, and Mirio barging in like “My lip gloss senses are tingling” and Y/N’s like “Aht Aht! I just put this coat on, stay back!” She’s just struggling to keep these fools from kissing her and ruining her lip gloss. It don’t matter if she running, struggling, or dodging they kisses (they ruin it with kisses anyways smh)”

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— ☾⋆⁺₊🕸✧ SERO HANTA !

this mofo is the most annoying lil tease ever

the minute you pull out your lip gloss, all of sudden you have his undivided attention

let’s say you were at your desk and he was on the bed on his phone, not paying you any mind

you check to see if he is watching you and luckily he isn’t so you proceed to put it on

and if I know black women as well as I think I do, considering I am one you put a good amount of that bitch; lips all shiny and shit dripping diamonds 

but halfway through, you look up and this motherfucker is staring right back at you

he done sat all the way up, resting on his knees and waiting on you to finish 

he has the audacity to smile when you make eye contact annoying lil shit, even to start giggle when you glare back at him 

he’s the type to let you finish, put the cap on, put the lip gloss away and then swoop in and fuck it all up 

i can not tell you how angry i am right now

“what? got something to say, baby?” “nigga, fuck you.” 

It’s war that you never win unless you know for sure that he is unaware

newsflash: that shit never happens either

you don't even have the option of running unless you ready to be taped to the floor

all he gotta do is whip some out and boom! ya ass is grass!

as soon as you put the lip gloss down, he casually walks over, grabs your cheeks and smashes his lips straight into yours before calmly going to sit back down

lil fucker doesn’t even bother wiping it off for a while either

“thanks for sharing, my love.” fuck this nigga bro

but it’s not like you can argue as much, his kisses are so sweet and if you ever wanted a kiss, just put on some lip gloss; win-win when intentional

plus, all the shawties want this man (can't blame them) so lowkey the lip gloss smears let them bitches know he not single !

— ☾⋆⁺₊🌟🫨✧ MIRIO TOGATA !

as soon as he knows that your about to put some on- he’s there, boi can sense it through the walls and shit

he just knows and now that he does, he will stop at nothing to get to you 

even if you successfully get far away to put it on and have it on for a couple of minutes, the second you are in his line of sight it’s over 

running away is like an unfair game of tag, that bitch cheats

his quirk makes it so easy to get to you and the lil gremlin is so fucking fast (although class 1-a praises your ability to get as far as you did) 

“sunshine~ !” “aht, go play with tamaki or some shit! i just put this on!” “no can do, sunshine!” 

once he’s got you in a pretty tight hold, he grabs your face and messily kisses you and wipes the extra lip gloss off

He then nuzzles into your neck and places kisses there, asking for forgiveness 

“Aww come on, sunshine! You know I can’t resist and plus you can just put more on later!” mirio, lemme go before i slap up upside the head. i can't stand you.” “that’s why you’re sitting in my lap!” “LET ME GO-”

he’s a big ole ball of happiness and just laughs at your frustration, knowing that you can’t stay mad forever (brat knows you love him too much)  

— ☾⋆⁺₊🪶🪽✧ KEIGO TAMAKI / HAWKS !

he comes out of no where and he knows what you doing, shawty

and when he does, one by one, little feathers start filtering into the room, circling around you 

little by little, you start to see the feathers around the vanity you're sitting at

one look in the mirror and you see him standing by the doorway with that sly as smirk ouu i could smack him

“…keigo tamaki.” “yes, dove?” “ you betta get yo feathers outta here, boy” “aw but i think they like you~”

cornball ass nigga 

ofc he doesn't move from his position and neither do his feathers- and don't bother trying to drag it out either, he's been a hero for too long to not know the waiting game

once you’re finished, the feathers stop circling around and just stop in the air, waiting for yo ass to move.

you can try to look for a way out but you not succeeding, them feathers are acting like a barrier, moving when you move and the one controlling them is cheesing like an idiot 

“keigo, baby, come on. i just put this on.” “yeah well, you can just put more on later- i'll even buy you more.” “...bird brain.” “i love you too~”

fortunately, he’s much more neater than the others but that just means he’s taking everything with him when he moves away

and ofc you can't move until all the feathers back off, one wrong move and they will swarm you honey (im telling you the one controlling them don't know how to fucking act)

when the feathers are gone, is when you finally get some hits in

“GOD DAMN IT, KEIGO! THAT’S THE FOURTH TIME TODAY, NIGGA!!” “aww come on, dove! it’s fun to tease you like this!”

he’s laughing so loudly and having such a good time that you pipe down and admit defeat for the fourth time that day (he's beautiful when he's happy so just let it go stink) 

— ☾⋆⁺₊🧨💢✧ KATSUKI BAKUGO !

THIS NIGGA BRO

HE DOESNT EVEN LET YOU PUT IT ON PROPERLY BEFORE HE SWOOPS IN MESSES IT UP

it’s absolutely futile to run from him, he’ll get way too excited and start chasing you down like some animal

“whatcha got there, huh?” “AHT! go on somewhere, bakugo! go mind yo business!” 

he just loves fucking with you and making you angry, it's his favorite past time

it's just you two running all through the dorms, jumping over tables and couches, ducking between people, screaming at the top of your lungs, causing chaos and giving iida a heart attack

once Bakugo has caught you because he will and throws you over his shoulder like a bag of fucking potatoes wit his rude ass, he treks all the back to his dorm and proceeds to literally smash his lips into yours 

after he's done with his short tyranny, he just play-fights you as you try to hit him, smiling like he won the lottery  

“WHY THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS!” “STOP YELLING, DUMBASS!! IT’S NOT THE END OF WORLD AND PLUS YOU GOT MORE!!” “THAT IS NOT THE POINT, NIGGA!!” 

after a while he kinda forces cuddles upon you until you not angry anymore and it's hard to be when he starts rubbing ya back and sides, pulling you into his chest

do not get it twisted. he does it on purpose b/c he knows that it's real soothing- damn near his tactic every time he does this doesn't stop it from feeling good tho

eventually and as planned, it ends in y'all taking a nap after running around the dorm god knows how many times

“bakugo, i’m still upset witchu nigga.” “no you’re not, now go to sleep”

— ☾⋆⁺₊🐈‍⬛🌀✧ HITOSHI SHINSOU !

ouuuu new contender !

he is the most excited you have ever seen him

the moment you even pull out the lil clear tube of gloss, he's right behind you waiting with a small smile

anyone looking from afar would think it's just a bf looking at his gf reapplying her lip gloss vv lovingly...little do they know

that man is waiting behind you with a damn vengeance and best believe you not even getting far this is time i remind you who his teacher is: AIZAWA !!

"toshi?" "...yes, pretty?" "i swear if you mess up my gloss, we gon have some problems." "what are you talking about? i would never do such a thing." liar.

the moment your compact mirror closes shut is the exact same moment he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in close

and he does the whole works: arm around your waist, that hand rubbing your lower back, one hand holding your face as his thumb rubs against the top of your cheekbone while gently getting you to look up at him you guys im being very self indulgent with this

he's just so soft and so so so cute when his lil smirk that when he does kiss you, he doesn't take all of it off, just a lil bit !

he chuckles when he backs away, using his thumb to wipe away any that might have smeared

AND THEN PROCEEDS TO WALK AWAY

"...i hope aizawa whoop yo ass during training today." "ouch, that hurts pretty. it's too bad i'd do it again as long as i get to kiss you." fuck this nigga bro

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As much as I disliked the ending, it pains me SO MUCH to see the amount of hate Izuku is getting. From Bkdks nonetheless, which I'm not actually surprised cause I always knew a majority of them only saw him as an accessory for bakugou.

The worst part of this is seeing the people who were the most passionate Bkdk fans switching up, saying things like bakugou deserves to move on and start dating todoroki, kirishima etc and Izuku should grovel. And bakugou should turn him down in a cruel way or hate him again. Like Izuku fucking spat on him or something.

"Bakugou is a victim, ochako is a victim" MOFO IZUKU IS ALSO A VICTIM HE WAS FORCED INTO THAT SHONEN PROTAGONIST MOLD BY HIS AUTHOR!!!

We know the real Bakugou wouldn't regret his decisions to love Izuku and care for him, he didn't go through all that character development to turn back to what he used be for your revenge headcannons.

I am so with you on that, Anon. This year definitely has shown me that some BakuDeku shippers truly are no different than other shippers and others in the fandom who hate on Midoriya.

The hate on my guy isn't anything new and frankly, I find it more irritating and overplayed than hate on any other character in the series.

They act as if Midoriya isn't the first known victim within the story!

Anyone who has followed me long enough knows I don't hate Bakugou. That's my boom boom gremlin, always.

I do agree that Bakugou is a good character, his development is awesome, yes. I knew his Pom-Pom looking ass was going to get hit with the character development stick hard when I first got into the manga and anime and I waited for that development. Like, yes, give me that. I don't hate BakuDeku, you folks know I don't.

But Bakugou is also not a golden boy to me. He has flaws that he is even aware of, but as of late, it seems that the fandom has forgotten that. I know he has blond hair but he doesn't bleed gold.

Yes, it sucks to see Izuku reject his offer to work at his agency. And I know that, so far, it looks like Bakugou got his heart broken to push Midoriya to Uraraka, but uh... give me a break.

At most, Midoriya and Uraraka are just having a talk. That is not illegal. Bakugou didn't ask Izuku out on a date and then got rejected.

From the looks of it, Midoriya and him are on better terms than they were years before. So much so that Midoriya is able to talk to him. Years before, Midoriya couldn't do that! It's clear to me that they do see each other, so Midoriya is allowed to spend 5 minutes talking to Uraraka and tell her "we should hang out more". Like, um, they were friends, too!

Midoriya is his own character, his development dating back to even before Bakugou was made.

Bakugou doesn't own Midoriya. He's not entitled to have him. Midoriya is free to make his own decisions just like Bakugou can.

I don't see the rejection as Bakugou's punishment, but I darn sure don't see this is something Midoriya should be punished for either.

The fandom is acting like Midoriya is ungrateful or something. He may be rabbit-coded, but Bakugou doesn't own him like he can be a pet like a rabbit.

You know what, Bakugou should go date someone else since apparently Bakugou is also a character that must have romance in his life. The fandom seems to think so!!

"Bakugou should take back the suit." The fuck he is? Maybe I read 430 wrong I'm sure Bakugou was not the only one who put into that suit for Midoriya. I'm sure Bakugou didn't make the suit either.

That suit isn't just a gift from Bakugou, that's right a gift. It's a gift from everyone that cares about Midoriya. Midoriya didn't ask for the suit. He was happy being a teacher and he has every right to still want to be a teacher and it's not up to Bakugou to decide that. He isn't writing Midoriya's paycheck.

Mad that Izuku rejected working at the agency... WHEN HAVE MIDORIYA OR BAKUGOU EXPLICITLY STATED THEY WANTED TO PARTNER UP TO HAVE AN AGENCY?! WHEN?!

So they must work at the same agency to be heroes together? Is that a must with people now?

They don't need an agency to be heroes together. Not working at the same agency isn't going to stop Midoriya and Bakugou from always being intertwined.

Frankly, I feel that these switching ass BakuDeku traitors didn't just not care about Midoriya. I don't even think they care about Bakugou given they want to fanonize him as being Midoriya's keeper and overly possessive pining lover who seeks to punish him. I don't even think they care about the ship truly to not treat the characters as equals and see that no matter what, they have grown to have one of the deepest bonds in the story.

Whether the writing sucks or not, Midoriya and Bakugou are equals. They're individuals but still are intertwined. They have a deeper connection than any other characters. Saying that BakuDeku is "ruined" tells me these people don't have faith in that bond or appreciate it.

They're letting a couple of pages that don't really matter to the main story actually influence them into acting like fucking donkeys and hate on Midoriya who didn't even do anything really wrong.

He has his flaws, but he isn't the worst person! There are a lot more candidates in that regard.

Rejecting working at an agency didn't make Bakugou physically explode. He died once before, but he didn't this time. Chill the fuck out. The rejection just saddened him, but Bakugou did spring that up on Midoriya who just started as a Pro Hero again. Bakugou is not that good at his words now. Sometimes, he communicates Midoriya is always reading his mind. That kind of behavior is part of what drive them apart, by the way.

You know what, last year I wrote a post that Midoriya should be a solo hero (like how Miruko is) and now I actually want it to be canon with how I'm feeling right now.

I feel like these kind of reactions that some people are having would have Bakugou hating them.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Love and Lying Pt. 1

This will fill the "How bad is it?" space on my @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt will be bolded.

Summary: Will Y/N and Jensen love each other or live in lies?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Angst - reader. Smut. Unprotected P in V sex. Fingering. Oral (f receiving). Jensen being kind of an asshole. Also being a hero, and a rockstar, and the sexiest mofo ever.

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Y/N

Word Count: 6,230

A/N: So, this is kind of a joint request from the lovely @candy-coated-misery0731, and @envyaurora95. They saw this picture of Jensen...

(x)

...and after chatting about it, decided to very kindly ask if I could write something smutty for it. So, I have. 😊

This was supposed to be a one shot, but it will be a short two part series instead. Sorry! It got away from me, and ended up with much more plot than I was originally planning on. 😄 I'm hoping to have Part 2 up on the 23rd. The second part will also cover a square in the jacklesverse bingo - "Rumors". Hope this first part, at least, was what you were hoping for, my lovlies!

Also, the Radio Company song "Ain't No Telling" features in the story, and if you haven't listened to it, click here to do so. Definitely worth it!

A/N 2: As always, of course this is a Jensen from another part of the Multiverse, who is single. This is an absolute work of fiction.

The beautiful dividers, both below and at the bottom were created by @saradika

January

“Hey baby! I’m sorry, I know I said seven, but…” Y/N heard Jensen’s voice booming from the living room in the five star hotel suite they were staying in for the week. 

He walked into the bedroom with his phone in his hand. He was looking down at the screen and frowning; his voice was distracted.

“I was gonna text you, and then I was - “ He looked up from his phone to see Y/N sitting on the end of the bed. His smile started and then stopped as his eyes snagged on the two packed suitcases at her feet.

The room was suddenly silent, the noisy, ceaseless traffic sounds muted by their distance from the street thirty stories below them. Jensen closed his phone and slipped it into his pocket. He gave a brief nod to the suitcases.

“You’re packed and leaving.” He said, stating the obvious.

Y/N folded her hands in her lap, trying desperately to keep them from shaking. But her voice wavered as she responded. “Yes. Look, I think…I think it’s time we admit this isn’t working.”

Jensen’s face registered surprise. “Oh.” He said quietly. “Oh, you’re…you’re LEAVING - leaving. Like, for good, forever.”

Y/N felt his soft words pierce her heart. “I think…” she tried to get the words out past the lump in her throat. “I mean, you can’t tell me you think what we’re doing here is…you have to admit that this isn’t working.”

Jensen shook his head, the surprise fading from his face. In its place came the stubborn set of his chin, and the mask of nonchalance he wore when he was avoiding something. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t do that.” Y/N said, frustration seeping in. “Don’t act like I’m crazy, like I’m making things up.”

Jensen folded his arms across his chest. “Well, I can’t just pretend like I get it.”

Y/N gritted her teeth, frustrated at having to "explain" what they both knew. "I’ve hit a wall with you, Jensen, that I simply can’t get past. Can’t go over it, can’t go around it or through it. Ever since we’ve been together…this whole last year - ever since we decided to take our friendship to the next level, you’ve been keeping me at arms length. You don’t discuss things with me, not your worries or your wants. We don’t make decisions together, you won’t bring me into your life. We were so much closer when we were friends.”

She took a deep breath. “So, I think maybe we should go back to that.” She felt her stomach lurch as she made the suggestion. “Go back to being friends, I mean. I think you were happier that way.”

Jensen scoffed “Oh, was I?”

Y/N shrugged. “Weren’t you? You seemed to be. You talked to me about stuff then, seemed to value my opinion. Now, you just keep everything bottled up inside you. You don’t tell me anything, don’t share anything with me.”

Y/N stood up and walked to where Jensen was standing, anger radiating off of him. She laid her hand on his forearm. “Jensen.” She said softly, looking up into his face. He wouldn’t meet her eye. “Jensen, I love you.”

His jaw clenched and ticked, and she felt the muscles under her hand tense. She waited a moment and although she’d known she wouldn’t hear the words back - even though that had been her point in telling him one more time - the silence that greeted her still lit a burning ache in her chest. 

She stepped back, but Jensen shot his hand out to grab her wrist and keep her close. His voice was angry and exasperated. “Y/N look, do you want me to lie? Do you want me to just say the words and not have them mean anything?”

Y/N couldn’t help the tears that spilled down her cheeks. “No.” She whispered. “Of course I don’t. I want them to mean everything to you. I want you to feel the truth of them in your soul.” She shrugged and pulled her wrist out of his grasp, pretending her heart wasn’t splintering. “But that’s sort of the point - you don’t feel them, don’t mean them.”

She breathed deeply through her nose. “And that’s why I have to go. I love you but…”

“No, that’s the fucking point, Y/N.” Jensen raged as she bent to pick up her baggage. “You love me, ‘but’. That’s the whole problem. You’ll only love me on your terms, on your timetable. You love me, but you’re just gonna walk away because I won’t play along the way you want me to.”

Jensen was breathing hard, shouting now. “You can’t just force me into whoever you want me to be, can’t just mold me and -”

“Jensen.” Y/N cut him off with a soft, gentle voice. She stood with her bags in hand and shook her head at him, sadness overwhelming her. “Jensen, I’m not her. I’m not trying to mold you into something you’re not. I’m not trying to change you - don’t wanna change you. But…” 

Y/N took in another long, wavering breath and finished her earlier thought. “I love you, but I won’t be in love alone.” She shrugged. “It’s too lonely.”

She reached up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, but he pulled away from her, and his eyes burned holes into her, the bright green was beautiful, but as hard as jade. “Just go then. Don’t bother with the platitudes. Dunno why you even bothered to stick around for good-bye.”

He spun on his heel and slammed out of the suite. Y/N couldn’t help dropping her bags to the ground and sinking back down onto the foot of the bed. Her stomach plummeted in disappointment once again, and as tears fell steadily down her cheeks, she was able to finally admit to herself that she’d been desperately hoping that he’d tell her to stay. It was probably stupid, but she’d hoped the threat of losing her for good would make him open up and let her in.

But it hadn’t. He wanted her gone. He’d much rather lose her than love her. For a wild moment she contemplated staying, trying to love enough for the both of them. But she knew that was impossible. She contemplated spending another year like the last, always doubting, feeling like she was so close to reaching him, just to have him pull away - just to watch him fall back into his charming ways, all smiles and quick jokes, and no real connection.

It was impossible, and it would only make it that much harder to leave later. So, she picked up her bags and said another silent goodbye to the man who’d hold her heart forever. 

“Be happy.” She whispered to the ghosts she left behind.

April

The bar was crowded and noisy; twenty years ago it would have been smoky too. The people inside were slightly rowdy, and ready for a good show. 

Y/N felt slightly overdressed in her little black dress. A few women wore something similar, but most women were just in short skirts and tube tops. The vast majority of guys were in t-shirts and jeans.

She sighed. Yep, overdressed.

She perked up slightly as she approached the table her friends were sitting at and saw Briana stand up to hug her, with Kim close behind. Kim wore a fancy top and sleek, shiny pants, and Briana’s dress was tight and black as well. They both looked gorgeous and Y/N was glad that at least she fit in a bit more with her own group. 

They were all here to watch Louden Swain perform their set, and Y/N was very excited. She loved the band so much; they were all such sweethearts, and she always had so much fun hanging out with the group. It had been too long.

As she gave both Kim and Briana a hug she was smiling wide, a smile that died quickly as she glanced towards the door and saw Jensen striding towards them.

“What the fuck?” Y/N whispered.

Briana looked over her shoulder and then turned back to stare worriedly at Y/N. “He’s…I mean, he’s probably just here to support the band, you know.”

As Briana finished talking, Jensen walked up to where Rob was standing beside the stage and pulled the smaller man into a tight hug. The two spoke close together, straining to hear each other over the music blaring from the loudspeakers. Finally Jensen pounded his friend on the back and turned towards the table Rob pointed at, where all his other friends were sitting.

He froze as he saw Y/N watching him over Briana’s shoulder. There was a very long pause where no one moved or said anything. It was finally Briana who broke it. She pushed Y/N towards Kim who scooted her over to the other end of the long table they sat at, while Briana walked briskly up to Jensen. 

She gave him a warm hug and said something into his ear. Y/N figured she was probably telling him the same thing she told her. They were here to support the band, and that was all. The table was big, and the bar was incredibly noisy.

There would be no need for them to interact.

But Y/N’s night was effectively ruined. She smiled at everyone and bopped along with the band as they performed. But her mind simply wasn’t there, it was ten feet down the table where Jensen sat between Rich and a blonde woman she didn’t recognize.

Y/N tried not to stare, but she couldn’t help but notice that the woman was beautiful…and that she kept touching Jensen. She laughed uproariously at everything he said, and she just kept putting her hands on him - touching his bicep to get his attention, or putting both her hands on his while she was laughing, her head bent towards his. 

Jensen seemed to be enjoying the company. He was talking with her and smiling, and he did nothing to discourage the touching.

As the band finished one song and were switching around some guitars for the next, Y/N leaned over to Briana. 

“Who’s the woman beside…Jason?” She asked, swapping out Jensen’s name with Jason’s at the last minute. But Briana saw through that anyway and gave her a sympathetic look. 

“I think her name is Tara. From what I know, she’s an old friend of Jason’s. But I’m not sure how they know each other. He’s brought her to a couple get togethers.” Briana shrugged. “She seems nice enough.”

Y/N nodded. “Oh. Cool.” She said quietly just as the band struck up the next song. She hadn’t thought her evening could get worse, and yet it had. And the worst was yet to come.

At the end of the song, Rob held a hand out towards their table. “I wanna give a big thanks to my cheering section over here.” The band clapped and the rest of the bar joined in. 

Rob’s smile was huge as he pointed a finger at Jensen. “Now, I need a little more help, onstage this time, and if we all cheer really loudly, we may just guilt my good friend, Mr. Jensen Ackles into joining us on stage!”

Rob finished with a yell as the bar exploded into cheers. Jensen was waving his hands and shaking his head, but the people around him were pushing him, quite literally to get up on the stage. Tara was pushing the hardest, shoving on his broad shoulder and then clapping excitedly when he got up.

Y/N felt her stomach twist in knots. This was too much.

Finally Jensen was cajoled, and physically forced onto the stage. He was smiling, but Y/N could tell he was nervous by the way he rubbed his hands together and then shoved them in his pockets. He bent slightly as Rob reached up to yell in his ear. Jensen seemed to think something over and then shrugged and nodded. 

Rob walked back to the microphone and lifted his hand and everyone quieted down to hear him. “Okay, so we always drag Jensen onstage to sing a song the band knows well, but we’ve all been practicing, and we really wanna do a Radio Company song with Jensen this time.”

Everyone clapped and cheered some more as Rob called out. “I’ll do my best to impersonate Steve.” He said with a laugh. “Okay, one of the songs we know well, and is primarily Jensen singing, is the song, ‘Ain’t No Telling’. And the man himself has agreed to sing it for us!”

There was more applauding as Jensen moved into position behind the lead microphone, and Rob moved into position a bit behind him, adjusting the mic stand there so that he could sing harmony. Mike started playing the soft piano that began the ballad, and the bar quieted down, ready to listen to Jensen’s angelic voice. 

Y/N, however, was panicking slightly, sure she'd never be able to take this. But I can't possibly get up and run out of here now. She thought desperately. It would be so obvious and make me look pathetic and weak. 

So she tried to brace herself, but still felt chills run down her spine as Jensen’s slightly raspy vocals filled the room.

Oh, the fact is Cold but true love Ain't no tellin' Who I am One day sweetness Next day laughter Followed by the anger Coming up from within Who are you holding onto now? Who are you holding onto now? When you need it And you know that I'm a little far away Ain't no tellin' no Where the hell I am Just believe in Every time When we feel it again Tell me, who are you holding onto now? Oh, who are you holding onto now?

Though Jensen didn’t look her direction during the entire song, she still felt like he was singing every line straight to her. 

He was so achingly beautiful, and so painfully, effortlessly sexy, it made Y/N's body thrum with want.

His hair had grown a bit longer in the four months since she'd seen him last, and it suited him very well. The honey and cinnamon colored waves fell forward over his forehead as he looked down at the stage, throwing shadows across his face. His eyes were closed, but even from ten feet away she could see the way his eyelashes brushed the tops of his cheeks. His soft, silky looking beard did a beautiful job of perfectly framing his luscious mouth. Y/N tried not to moan aloud as she remembered the perfect slide of those lips across her skin.

Everything about him - his voice, his eyes, his lips, his hands - even his rolled up sleeves that showed off his muscular, freckled forearms - it all made her ache terribly.

The song's lyrics made Y/N’s heart race fast, and crack into a million pieces at the same time. She looked towards Tara, who was staring raptly and adoringly at Jensen, and swallowed harshly, throwing the song's question back at him.

Who are you holding onto now?

As the song slowed to its conclusion and the bar went crazy, shouting and cheering, Y/N put a hand on Briana’s forearm and shot her a quick smile. “Be right back.” She said, nodding towards the restrooms in the back of the bar. She hated Briana’s look of pity and understanding. Y/N wanted to be nonchalant and cool about everything, but the wounds of Jensen’s absence were too fresh.

She stayed in the bathroom for nearly ten minutes just willing herself not to cry. She couldn’t go back out there with puffy eyes, on top of everything else. 

When she felt slightly less prone to bursting into tears, she washed her hands, took a deep breath, and faked a smile. 

The men and women’s washrooms were both down a long hallway, with the women’s at the very end. Just as she walked out, there was a guy walking out of the men’s room and wiping his hands on his jeans. He was medium height, with brown hair that was slicked back, and watery blue eyes that were slightly bloodshot. He wore jeans and a dark blue work shirt with a patch embroidered on the chest that said his name was “Bert.” 

He noticed Y/N and he smiled a greasy smile, the kind of smile guys wore when they hit on her, and were sure they were irresistible. Y/N gave a wan kind of smile in return, and tried to walk past him, but he moved to block the narrow hallway. 

“What’s your rush, cutie? Stay and chat awhile.” He said with another too-toothy smile.

Y/N’s smile faded and she shook her head at him. “Sorry. Not a big fan of chatting outside a bathroom.” She moved to the side again to show she wanted to walk around him, but he didn’t budge, and if she wanted to get past, she’d have to get physical - something she was desperately hoping to avoid.

But Bert didn’t seem to like her smart alec answer, and his eyes got colder by a degree. “Well, we don’t have to stay here, beautiful. Let me buy you a drink, and then,” he stepped closer to her and she gagged slightly at the cloud of body spray that surrounded him, “then let me take you back to my place, and show you the best night you ever had.”

Y/N wasn’t sure what direction to take - play along so maybe he’d move, and she could take off when they were out of the hallway, or just tell him to go fuck himself. If she played along she ran the risk of making him really pissed when she took off after, but she also ran the risk of pissing him off immediately if she just told him to get lost. 

Rather spontaneously, she simply decided she had no patience left in her for this asshole. 

“Absolutely not.” She told him firmly. “I have no interest in your offer. Now, please get out of my way and let me out of this hallway.”

As though she hadn’t even spoken, he moved closer, pushing her back a step. “You’re gonna love it baby, I promise.”

Y/N felt her stomach clench in fear and was just getting ready to stomp on his toes, or knee him in the nuts, or both, when she heard a familiar voice speak from behind Bert.

“Stop crowding the lady, asshole, and let her pass.”

Y/N felt relief flow through her as she looked down the hallway and saw Jensen standing just inside the entrance. 

Bert looked over his shoulder and lifted his chin in a dismissive gesture towards Jensen. “Nobody’s talkin’ to you, jackass. Just keep movin’.”

Jensen shook his head even though Bert was back to ogling Y/N, and wasn’t looking. “That’s not gonna happen. I’m only gonna warn you once.” He walked down the hall towards them. “Give it up, walk away, and your nose can stay unbroken.” Jensen issued the warning in a conversational tone. 

Finally Bert turned around to face him properly. Jensen’s size seemed to make him hesitate for a moment. Jensen had a good three or four inches on him, as well as about thirty pounds of muscle. But Bert's bravado and ego got the better of him.

“Bring it on, fucker, I’ve dealt with guys like you before. Think you’re Mr. Hotshot, but your nothin’ special. I could take you in my sleep.”

Jensen stared at him, two dimples showing up just above his top lip as he scowled, annoyance etched into his features as though Bert was a particularly bothersome fly he couldn’t swat. He shook his head and reached past him, holding his hand out for Y/N to take. “Come on, sweetheart.”

Y/N reached for him instantly, but Bert made the very huge mistake of slapping her hand away from Jensen’s. Y/N gasped, more from shock than pain, but she was looking at Jensen and saw his expression turn from annoyed to enraged. In the blink of an eye, his right fist came up to slam into Bert's face; a sickening crack sounded as his nose shattered and he fell to the floor.

Jensen reached over Bert’s prone figure and offered his hand to Y/N once again. She took it and he helped her step over the loudly moaning man. They walked away and were just barely out of the hallway, when they heard Bert rising up and bellowing in fury. They turned around in time to see Bert whipping down the hallway towards where they were now standing in the back part of the bar.

Jensen had just enough time to push Y/N out of the way before Bert was tackling him into an empty table and chairs. The two men crashed through it, splintering the wood and falling into the debris. Bert got in one good punch before Jensen rolled him over and began pummeling his face and body. Half a dozen punches later, the bouncers showed up to pull them apart.

There was a lot of confusion and yelling, and Y/N just stood with her hands over her mouth, stunned speechless. Soon, all their friends were in the back with them trying to make sense of what had happened. Thankfully, they sorted it out pretty quickly. One of the bartenders had seen Bert tackle Jensen, so the smaller man was just tossed out of the bar with a warning not to come back, or police would be involved. 

Eventually their friends began to filter back to the table, and the staff back to their jobs. But Tara stayed, cooing over Jensen’s purpling cheek and split bottom lip, coaxing him to come back to her hotel room so she could fix him up.

Y/N felt her stomach turn and her exhausted brain decided that she’d taken all she possibly could for one evening. She smiled at Jensen as he stood beside Tara while she ran her hands over his knuckles and tutted at their scrapes.

“Thank you.” She said simply. Her extreme gratitude for his rescue couldn’t really be summed up with two simple words, but that was all she could get out without bursting into tears. 

“Course.” Jensen said stiffly. He looked like he had more to say, but Y/N just smiled again and ducked past them quickly, admitting to herself that she was definitely running away.

***

Hours later, Y/N was sitting slumped on her couch, still dressed in her little black dress, heels kicked off under her coffee table, and an almost empty glass of wine in her hand. It was her second one, and she was just beginning to feel the pleasant fuzziness at the edges of her consciousness, when she heard a sharp knock at her door. 

Looking at her phone, she saw it was past one in the morning, and no one had texted her to say they were coming over. She sat up, but didn't move to the door until the knock came again.

She snuck up to the door quietly and peered out of the peephole. She let out a fairly loud squeal of surprise when she saw Jensen on the other side. She saw him look up at the door and knew he'd heard her. With no other choice if she wanted to try and maintain her “just fine” facade when it came to him, she turned the deadbolt and opened the door.

There was a full ten seconds of awkward silence as they stood just staring at each other. It may have only been seconds but it felt endless. Finally Y/N broke it.

“Hey.”

Jensen nodded and gave a fleeting smile. “Hey.”

Another awkward silence. 

Then Jensen shook his head. “Sorry, I just…uh…you left pretty fast, and…and I just wanted to make sure you were good. You know, from the…just with everything.”

Y/N smiled back, her smile equally brief and unnatural. “Yeah, oh yeah.” She waved dismissively. “Yeah, he was mostly just a douche, you know.”

Jensen nodded, and a beat passed before Y/N frowned and asked, “How about you?” She pointed at his split lip and bruised cheek. “How bad is it?”

He lightly brushed his forefinger against his lip, rubbing the cut there, and then shrugged. “Yeah, it’s nothing. Guy punched like a…well, like a douchebag, I guess.” He smiled again and it was slightly closer to his real smile.

Y/N nodded and was desperately trying to figure out her next move when Jensen pointed around her into her apartment. “Uh, do you mind…can I…?”

Y/N panicked slightly at the idea of letting Jensen in, but she moved back and ushered him inside “Yeah, sure.” He closed the door behind him, and now they stood awkwardly inside her apartment instead of outside. Desperate to break the torturous silence, Y/N pointed toward her kitchen. 

“Can I get you a drink, or something?”

But Jensen just shook his head. “N’ah, I’m good.”

So Y/N’s escape plan into the kitchen was thwarted. After a moment Jensen waved his hand around to indicate her apartment. “This is…new…nice.”

Y/N nodded, starting to feel like a bobblehead doll. “Yeah, I like it.” She frowned as a thought occurred to her. “How did you know where to find me?”

Jensen looked slightly guilty. “I bugged Briana til she told me.”

“Ah.” Y/N said. “That would do it.”

A spasm of a smile crossed Jensen’s face and then he opened his mouth and started to say something, but then quickly closed it. He looked a little wildly around the room as though he might find the words he sought, written on the walls.

Finally, he exhaled loudly and spun around towards the door. “K, well, I’m glad you’re good.” He said with another careless smile thrown back over his shoulder. “See ya.”

And just like that, he was gone again. 

Y/N stood in the middle of her living room, completely at sea. “What the hell was that?” She whispered out loud to herself.

She stood in the same spot for almost five minutes trying to puzzle it out, before another sharp, loud knock came to the door. Without looking through the peephole this time, she just pulled the door open and wasn’t the least surprised this time to see Jensen standing on the other side.

Bewildered, yes. Surprised, no.

“Jensen,” she said with a confused shake of her head, “what on earth ar-”

She gasped as he cut her off by grabbing the back of her head in his big hand and pulling her into his embrace. His mouth crashed down on hers, the kiss desperate and slightly brutal. Y/N moaned deeply as he thrust his tongue past her lips to ravage her mouth, moving his two hands so that they gripped her cheeks and held her in place as he pillaged her tongue, sucking it into his mouth, and licking deeply into hers.

He shifted his lips on hers, and Y/N took the moment to try and come to her senses. She pushed at his forearms and wrenched her head away from him. 

“What…” Her voice was completely breathless and high-pitched. She tried to lower it. “What the hell are you doing?”

She tried to step away from him, but he grabbed hold of her upper arms and held her there. “Please, Y/N, I just…fuck I miss you.”

Y/N shivered at the dark desire in his mossy green eyes and deep, rough voice, but she shook her head. “Jensen…we can’t just…” She floundered for words, trying desperately to remain sensible. This was madness!

“I know.” Jensen said, dropping his forehead to hers. “I know, and I know I’m an asshole for coming here, but…”

Y/N could see, close up, his jaw clenching and the muscle twitching there, and it made her lower belly clench. 

“But,” Jensen continued, “when I saw you there tonight, in this sexy little black dress…jesus fuck.” He moved his hands from her arms to grip her waist, bunching up the soft, clingy material of her dress in his big fists. “All I wanted to do was rip it off you.”

Y/N was breathing heavily, as though she’d run a mile. A whine entered her voice, as she tried to plead with herself more than him. “We can’t do this…it’s not…” His lips just grazed hers, and his soft, minty breath drifted across them. 

“Tell me to go.” He whispered roughly. “Say the word - I’ll go.” 

They stayed frozen together like that for quite a few rapid heartbeats before Y/N finally shook her head, conceding defeat, and acknowledging she never had any hope of victory.

“No. Don’t.” She bit her lip and then looked deeply into his eyes for the first time in a long time. “Don’t go.”

Jensen slammed the door shut with his foot, and only then did Y/N realize it was still open. Jensen had been her only focus since he’d charged through it. He grabbed her head in his hands again and kissed her deeply, still rough and desperate. He walked her backwards until they hit her bookshelves, knocking down a few paperbacks. 

Jensen pulled away from her mouth only to dip his head beneath her jaw. He nibbled at the extremely soft skin there, before running his tongue down her neck and across her shoulder, pulling the straps of her dress out of his way so he could bare her shoulder and suck bruises and leave teeth marks across her skin.

Y/N desperately shoved his black button up off of his shoulders and yanked his t-shirt over his head. Her hands were trembling, and it felt as though her entire body was shaking in anticipation. When she finally got her hands on his bare skin, she rubbed them down over his ribcage, and then up under his arms and around to his back. She dug her nails into the taut muscles there and Jensen growled out a moan. 

Suddenly he pulled back from her and spun her around. She grabbed hold of the shelves in front of her as she felt Jensen’s hands grip the top of her dress. Without even attempting the zipper, he ripped it apart with a grunt, tearing the dress in half. 

Y/N wanted to protest him ruining her dress, but she lost all coherent thought as he reached over her shoulder and shoved his hand down the front of her dress. His nimble fingers freed the front clasp of her bra quickly, and he wrapped his massive hand around her breast, squeezing her almost too hard. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and the puckered bud began to ache for more.

His mouth didn’t leave her body as he pressed her against the shelves. He trailed his lips down her neck and then down her back, pushing the two sides of her dress off of her completely. He pulled her bra off too, and tossed it aside. Left in only her black, silky thong, she heard Jensen moan deeply and then felt him step back from her slightly.

When she looked over her shoulder, she felt her slick begin to drip down her thighs at the look of ravenous need on Jensen’s face. She could see the way he bulged out his black jeans and she couldn’t restrain a whimper.

She turned towards him and then fell to her knees. She reached for his zipper, but Jensen grabbed her hands. 

“No baby, I can’t. You touch me right now and I’m gonna explode.” He pulled her back to standing and then grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her so she could wrap her legs around his hips. “And I need to fuck you, need to sink so deep into you.”

He spoke deliciously into her ear as he carried her down her only hallway towards what he must have correctly assumed was her bedroom. He kissed her as he carried her to the bed. Then he leaned down to place her gently on the mattress. She let go of him long enough for him to shuck his jeans and underwear, her mouth watering at the delicious sight of his leaking, red-tipped cock. 

Fuck he was beautiful. 

He crawled onto the bed and then between her legs. She tried to wrap her legs around him again, but he easily pushed them open. He stared down at her pussy and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. 

“Missed this pretty little pussy so much.” Jensen said as he laid his palm over her mound, fingers pointing towards her belly button, and then dipped his wide thumb into her folds to find her clit. The rough pad of his thumb circled it and soon had Y/N writhing, her hips bucking. Then he twisted his hand so that his thumb kept swirling around the hard little nub, but now his fingers could slide through her slick and then thrust deep and hard into her quivering body. 

Y/N screamed as he pressed against her g-spot making her come instantly. Her body shook as he continued to fuck her slowly with his fingers before sinking onto his stomach and letting his tongue take over. He flicked it back and forth against her and made her nearly convulse with pleasure. She came again, on his tongue, gripping his long hair, and using it to keep his mouth pressed against her. 

But he had no intention of moving any time soon, and kept her coming over and over. “Missed those sounds.” He said as Y/N shuddered and groaned and whimpered. “Say my name, darlin', I missed that too.”

Y/N grunted and then groaned as he slammed his three fingers into her particularly deep. “Fuck Jensen, oh fuck! Yes!” 

He smiled against her dripping pussy and pressed his fingers against her g-spot again, ripping another blistering orgasm out of her. “Perfect.” He praised.

Her throat was raw from crying out her pleasure before Jensen finally moved up her body to lay over top of her. He pushed her messy hair away from her forehead and kissed her, featherlight, across her cheeks. He smiled softly at her now, as she looked up at him, her expression thoroughly blissed out and her eyes hazy. 

“Missed your face like this. So beautiful, so completely open.” After a moment of watching Jensen watch her, Y/N’s mind cleared enough to register that his brow was crinkled in what looked like worry or fear. But before she could wonder about it for too long, he leaned down to press his lips ever so gently against hers. 

As he kissed her, he easily slid his thick cock into her body. She clenched around him and he buried his face in her neck as he spoke, muffled, against her skin. 

“And ungh, fuck! I missed this feeling. So tight and warm, so…so fucking perfect. Like…” He pulled out and slid back into her, moving incredibly slowly, savoring every inch. “Feels like - ungh!” 

He growled as her cunt squeezed around him again, and he lost all ability to speak, becoming wild and a little brutal as he rutted into her, ramming harshly into her tight, wet, heat over and over, until he was lifting her of the bed with every thrust and Y/N was screaming and clawing his back, shoving her heels into his ass, pushing him deeper still. Finally, he exploded with a shout through gritted teeth, and as she climaxed one more time, she felt the familiar, warm feeling of his cum shooting deep inside her and filling her up. 

They laid together, panting, for a long time. Everything felt surreal as Y/N began to float back to earth. It felt like she was in a very vivid dream. Eventually, Jensen rolled off of her and she moved onto her side so she could look at him. She opened her mouth to say something, to try and make sense of what had just happened between them, but Jensen put a finger to her lips and shook his head.

“Please, baby,” he said, exhaustion lacing his voice, “tomorrow, okay?”

He opened his arms, inviting Y/N to move into his embrace, and she did. She snuggled against him and pushed the questions out of her mind. Tomorrow would be soon enough to tackle some answers.

Yeah, tomorrow, she thought as she drifted off.

But when she woke in the morning, Jensen was gone. 

No note, no text, no explanation. If it wasn’t for the bruises and bites he’d left on her skin, she might have thought he was just a dream in the night, just a figment of her imagination. But he'd been there, and now he was just gone, taking all of her answers and another slice of her heart along with him.

Part 2

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[pnwdagnabbit]

Okay, y’all. I need to show this off and brag a bit. I’m one lucky son of a bitch.

So… I have talked to my bro @i-like-the-eyes about tats, what I wanna get, where I’m lookin’ at, and so on over the last couple weeks. One of them bein’ the neck tat that Donald Pierce has, only I wanted one like… more my style?

Like a skull with .45 colt revolvers for the crossbones and wearing a cowboy hat, rather than the military beret for Special Forces. And mannn… I woke up this morning to find Catchy fuckin’ made me this beautiful, badass, motherfuckin’ sick as shit, EPIC tattoo design!!!…

😳😳😳😍😍😍SERIOUSLY!?!? Y’all, if that’s not the most GORGEOUS design, then I dunno what is.

I cried. I was legit sobbing like a baby. 😂🙌

I am SOOOO gonna save up so I can get this bad boy for my birthday! I have GOT to get this TAT!!!

I will workout a thousand times harder and try to get extra muscle mass and leaned up around my chest and neck so that it’ll look how I want it to with where I wanna get it done. If I can’t get in the right shape by my birthday, then I’ll go and schedule it for Christmas. That way I’ll have time to get my ass in shape and save up. Either way…

I have to share, cuz that fucker is BEYOND talented. I am SOOO damn honored to call him brother. He’s my dang family and this just goes to show the amount of true-blue character, generosity, heart and soul, dedication, and love this man has for his friends.

No one asked him to do this! It’s not my birthday or a holiday! He just did it, cuz he’s that fuckin’ awesome and shows he cares, and I need everyone to know that about him. Anyone who don’t know how cool that cat is?… Welp!… Now ya do. *mic drop* 🎤💥 BOOM! Catchy is awesome. Here endeth the lesson.

-Dax (one spoiled ass mofo)

[mrs-monaghan]

So you changed the narrative againy? Where is your theory that jikook are private ? Karmaaaaa

Hi? How are you? Are u jealous? Are you sad that it wasn't your favs hugging, touching and joking around? That ain't even the way u use Karma. Are you upset because satellite Jeon is for Jimin and Jimin alone? How are u feeling anon? Hmm? Work that out so u can see how dumb it is that you need to keep coming back to what? Turn us into Tkkrs? Bring us into your cult? Bet you're really annoyed right now aren't ya?

I am on cloud fucking 9 right now. So I'm feeling generous and I'll break this down for you like you're five. My theory (that I stand by btw) it was answer to u people saying they don't hang out anymore. We don't see them spending time together. My theory has nothing to do with Jikook having moments in Bangtan content. That is always going to happen. Always. They have a gravitational pull where as long as they are in the same vicinity they will end up next to eo, goofing around or in their own world. That can't be helped. They're a couple, they can't just turn off the fact that they enjoy being together.

Now anon, listen. Are you listening?👂🏽There is a huge difference between them spending time together during ot7 content and them being seen together IRL.

You know how u call Jikook fanservice? Well guess what? They know that. U call them brothers, they are aware. A couple who can't be out but still want to show the world they love each other. What are they gonna do? Hide behind said fanservice. Boom! Jikook get to have their cake and eat it too. Its a pretty sweet deal if you ask me. And boy have they been milking that.

The hickey on JK's neck could have been easily covered. And even if it wasn't covered, they didn't have to tell us about it. Alright? GCFT, JK could have kept that shit to himself, he didn't have to share it. The amount of times JK has told Jimin he loves him, what, u think he couldn't wait till they got home?

Fam. "Jikook is fanservice" is the best gift y'all could have given these 2 mofos and u don't even know it!

So yes, they can get away with Jikooking during official content because it will be written off. But they can't get away with being spotted everywhere eating and skating and taking private trips anymore. Because now there's no FS excuse. That, is what my theory is about.

Now, listen to this very satisfying sound of JK slapping the Jibooty. And the way it bounces? See that jiggle? 🤭 Mmh! You're welcome.

[rebel-moon-obsessed]

Moon Child, Chapter 3: en route to Daggus

summary, details and links below the cut ❤︎

Summary:

For the past decade, Kai has navigated the galaxy's seedy underbelly as a smuggler and bounty hunter, thriving on betrayal and darams. As business booms, he finds himself in need of a co-pilot.

Enter Thia, a mysterious and vexing addition to his crew. Despite her enigmatic nature and penchant for irritation, she proves herself capable in the cockpit.

With Thia by his side, Kai enjoys the newfound comfort of a second pilot, until a fateful encounter thrusts them both into a deal of unprecedented magnitude.

One that could spell fortune or doom for them both.

one sentence premise → "Rebel Moon, Part One" written from Kai's pov. Follows the movie closely with the addition of Thia (ofc) and a different ending (Kai doesn't die).

Tags: action/adventure - canon universe - happy ending - falling in love - unrequited love for a long while - No Smut - original character(s) - pov 3rd person - Pov Kai - slow build - romance - he fell first - she's taking her goddamn time - trauma - canon compliant - but he lives - plot heavy - m/f - ofc - canon deaths - except for Kai - mofo lives -

Trigger Warnings: Past abuse - mention of Sexual Assault - mention of Sex Trafficking - mention of Prostitution - PTSD - Trauma -

Author Notes:

"Moon Child" is a series of FanFics written in 3 parts. "Part One: cutthroat business", covers the first movie with the addition of my original female character, Thia. "Part Two : xxx", will cover the second movie with Kai being alive. "Part Three: xxx", will take place after the 2nd movie.

Part One should be between 13-16 chapters, each chapter being between 2k and 4k words. It's the whole movie re-written from Kai's point of view with added scenes and details, a few things are changed (such as dialogues) and of course there is also the presence of Thia which heavily impacts the plot.

This fic will heavily focus on the plot from Kai's point of view, the romance being sub plot and slow burn. It's unrequited love until either the end of part two or part three (still not decided). Kai's backstory and homeworld will be explored!

links:

on wattpad -> Moon Child, Part One: Cutthroat Business

and ao3 -> Moon Child, Part One: Cutthroat Business

wiki page -> Moon Child Series

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[a-song-for-ages]

Lol imagine Viserys DOES have a son with Aemma but that son is incredibly weak (v sad) and the Maesters did not give him very long to live and his egg didn't hatch so he doesn't have a dragon unlike Rhaenyra and when Aemma dies and then baby Baelon then the pressure is put onto Viserys to remarry (and he marries alicent ew vizzy that mofo) and when viserys does get the healthy son he wished for... well, shit hits the fan because he always did have a son - that boy of Aemma's, and Rhaenyra (??) was named heir???

Can you imagine the emotional turmoil this boy goes through

Man's proper says my mother's body was burnt so I want mine to be the same...

And boom man's has a baby dragon now.

[jase-is-ace]

Never realized just how ugly Shadow is in Sonic Boom💀

Ugly mofo

On the bright side, he looks much better in the show!

[jandrovv]

tw weight mentions

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been so sick these past few days i legit lost more weight, lowkey had cold symptoms so i took a covid test and was like cool, it’s negative. a few days later, my symptoms were worse and i was like 👀 huh. weird. i took another covid test. also negative. cool.

meanwhile i’m sicker than i’ve been in ages. can barely get out of bed sick. at this point i’m at 94 lbs fasting 💅 like haha get this btch some pedialyte you know what i’m saying? i SLOWLY start getting better except for this nasty dry cough with some icky phlegm.

time lapse ~

BOOM- my partner has covid, and i’m like oh snap, we had been doing as adults do like a few days ago, what if you gave it to me? he’s like boo you’re fine, dw about it. but me being the paranoid, better safe than sorry mofo that i am, i take another covid test today. it’s positive.

FML. NOT ONCE HAVE I HAD COVID. i’m out here coughing up a lung.

skinny legend i guess? 💅

[danielfaithsd]

These mofos are lucky I don't have the time or id.be filing more shit with codes and all that stuff.

Don't make me have to need supervision because i can learn real quick and boom..

I told lady I wrote in my thing I want all their cases I wasn't kidding lol.. idiot filed about that with my evidence in email lol..

Lol thanks for clarifying polis

[always-me-meha]

Uh this post kind of turns dark af. Sort of eh.... If you're into murder documentaries, stories, or the mind of a killer, you might like it......

Ps. My mind is all over the place.

Truthfully I be lying if those deep dark thoughts didn't cross my mind before tho. Like um..... when I'm extremely angry at someone who hurt me.

Or where I want revenge. But eh.... I also think deaths just an easy way out for people. Boom you're gone.

What's that accomplish but me feeling myself take your life away, I heard it's a powerful feeling once you cross that line man.

Okay. Fuck. Murderous shit does play out in my head obviously lmao but I think logically about it, why i wouldn't do it 😂

Serial killers on the OTHER HAND that are addicted to that... power, feeling, hungry, sensation.....

It's crazy I don't even have to do it to get a clue what they're talking about honestly.

Fuck I know, as I'm someone whose an addict is my nice way of saying it, to pretty much whatever gives me satisfaction inside (which is anything possible) but yeah as I have hyperfixation/obession. Whatever that fix is, I fucking want or need, it's all that's on my mind....it consumes you till you satisfy it. Crawls up your skin and just makes you wanna scratch your brains out, you need it AHHH.

Ah as my addiction lady simplifies it, just gotta ride the wave hahahah till that craving is gone.

Fuck comparing my 'addictions' to killing people now. Naw man I know there's a side in me that'd like to play god or his helper.

If I somehow accidently triggered that thirst........ say I was protecting someone for example in defense.

I didn't plan to kill this person but I did, and now I got a taste.

(Like when a dog fucking kills all your chickens or goes crazy or something and you have to put it down cause that's all it'll do now)

See where I'm going with this?

So yes. Say I didn't get charged or anything, I was let free whatever (This is all hypothetically).

I now know that feeling to take another's life, who I felt deserved it for what they did, hence no guilt. But I do have that side of me that's mad they're not alive to suffer more for their actions. Hmmmmm. Ah bipolar you like complicating things eh?

I feel people deserve to suffer more honestly. Unless their worst fear is death. Here I come hehe as I got the grim reaper on my arm. Lol jk.

Kay fuck. Back to what I was saying. I got the taste, I took this piece of trash out of this world by myself, which was just an ugly sight to look at. They were pretty much toxic waste that could kill innocent people...... it's like..... I could do this again. Feed the thirst while also cleaning up the trash.

Hehe it's like my calling, I always cared about the environment 😉😉 win, win situation. In my insane eyes.

Problem is finding those people..... that like I said DESERVE IT. Wait, like death note almost, watch the news lol easy to find.

*One mofo crosses me mind all the time...... killed two kids in an dd accident. Has no sympathy, threatens to do it again. Won his court case and bragged ' all I do is win baby '

Gawh perks of me being a cute innocent girl and uh damn I'm basically admitting I plotted this before in the past 🤣😂 shhhh I SAID NOTHING THESE ARE HYPOTHETICAL.

Like I have these thoughts in mania, psychosis but yenno what! There's a reasonable voice back there that tells me not to worry about it cause someone else will do it for me, or just wait for karma, whatever works, then I'm oh okay, I believe you.

To reassure everyone, I won't be on a killing spree hahahah I'm tooooo innocent.

'But we scorpions are also the devil in disguise......'

Carrying on, i think tho as much as that 'spree' would fill the thirst, you crave more and more, also I'd run out of waste to find at some point, and I'd have to start lowering the bar of my rules or 'standards' just to get that fix. Cause you fucking need it.

Like coffee, your outta the good stuff, so you settle for that shit you hate, just to get you're intake.

Guess this is where things get sloppy, the desire for the rush to take another life is higher then you're 'reasoning, excuses, rules' you made when you started this to begin with. To justify you're own actions in your head.

You get impatient waiting for... example of 'good batch of cocaine' cause the dealer slow as fuck so you settle once again with crappy shit cause you get it faster. (Haha from coffee to cocaine)

I wouldn't even be satisfying my original cravings out of all this. In the beginning it was a whole hmmmm let's say wonderful system/high that made you feel good in all ways. Like in your sick fucked up head, you've been doing a good deed to society. So you had reason to not feel like shit about the things you were doing and you had that fix. But with that out of the question, what's your excuse now? Just a sick sick person.... (or as we call it a junkie, low lives to society as most say, ick different topic I disagree with) yes you become the toxic waste that needs to be cleaned up now. Shhhh most don't know that. Denial. To deep in the addiction.

I'll use my jib addiction as an example, that fucking first hit amazing, YOU FEEL ON CLOUD 9, your able to focus on shit (for me i struggle with haha), confident, invincible and able to this or that. You dont need to consume much and only need it on occasion you're satisfied.

Flash forward, as time goes on, it takes more to feel what you did before, you're doing stupid shit to afford the next fix, stuff you'd never normally do, against you're own beliefs.

it's causing symptoms like zits, and swollen taste buds in your mouth, where your fuckin in pain and can't eat and yet you still keep getting high smoking tho it's no longer even making you feel high at all, your just legit smoking for nothing out of habit, and your in pain, suffering for no satisfaction AT ALL. Still dying for that fucking fix. You keep chasing it, getting sloppier and sloppier.

Things start becoming more obvious to outsiders somethings up. You're getting too messyyyyy, reckless, careless. Hehe next thing you know undercover cops are knocking on you're window running you're plates. Just as a fucking excuse to see whats up. You're paranoid you're being watched always now, well i would be haha confidence of being invincible has been knocked down a bunch of pegs. But fuck that fucking fix..... either continue as she goes or.....

Maybe this is when serial killers lie low for awhile....... they ride the wave. Thing about addictions tho? Relapse fucking happens eventually (props to one's that never relapse on a serious note)

And bam, YOURE BACK IN THE CYCLE!!!!!

(Side note, I remember this one serial killer who just boom gone one day. Idk 10 years later or something he was back at it again)

As if I mixed all my addiction problems to killing lmfao I think it was cause part of my head was thinking eh man, maybe I could do something like that. Like legit.

Then it's like no, think of you, how everything else in your life you get hooked on and how it always turns out.

I totally was comparing this to my old job lmfao a story I written about a serial killer, the interviews I've seen from killers and the simple old fucking addiction, hehe plus Tiffany on chucky saying they had a problem with killing. Which made me ALSO think of an episode of black mirror, he was addicted to pain I think? From his patients. Or even was it the experience of flat lining I don't remember..... but he ended up needed more and more until it consumed him and I think he ended up a vegetable in the end lol

Fuck I was totally going with a even darker story with this to mannnnnn! But I was thinking realistically if it was me doing all this, this is how my brain would actually work. If I somehow got the thirst for blood hahaha

I'm to..... sweet, never liked being mean or hurting people and if I do it's unintentional or I feel dead awful about it when I realize what I did during 'angry fit'. I like to keep that shit contained in my house when I'm alone to scream and shout hahah or on here if necessary to vent it out.

Once again devil in disguise, don't mean she not there, but I'm never gonna let her out lol

The other sides of me always always i think protect me from that. Like I said I'll have these insane thoughts or plots I wanna hurt someone like they hurt me and as always they tell me, relax and not to not worry about it. Shit happens as it's supposed to!

Once again murder aside. I rather see people being thrown away to rot. Death is for people in pain and need to be free or those that lived their full life and are ready for next in my opinion. Death is a privilege really, Death to soon is .... oh wow maybe another post on my opinion of that. Anyways.....

(I have strict rules of this..... people who have no remorse are the ones I see fit to go aka taken out, nothing will ever make them..... a safe or good person to be let back into society as our system is a joke, the disgusting ones are always set free, prison ment nothing to them) omg when I say rules. I mean the story I wrote..... haha but I guess it's still me....

I have to much empthy ( i do have switch to turn it off sometimws) So certain ones agh they fuck with my head to wrap around.... .

I don't wanna say who.....I'm not classing them all together but ick..... yeah..... I just feel bad cause I know some are in extreme pain for what they've done and ill but they're extra sick in the head if they caved to their desires and ...... fuck it's like please just let someone else take you out, I can't do it. You who gave no fucks, yes you I can deal with, you with the actually remorse. Man I can't help you. You're getting what you deserve honestly, suffering forever for what you did. That's my punishment of leaving you alive.

Man I'm feeling like the executioner rn or angel of death, my favourite the grim reaper. Ah but my version of the repear we just take the souls lol. *my next life is a reaper dun dun dun*

I guess the voices are right for that one. When you don't have to do anything at all. People will suffer in their own hell.

Holy shit balls the guy in my story is meeeeee almost. Well he had to be, I did come up with the rules didn't I?

This is all just fucked up shit in my head I never tell anyone lol

Wow. Who let me write all this.

[black-is-iconic]

Stop The Glazing

Okay, I've had just about enough with the over hyping of your favorite demon slayers, like I understand their your favorite but calm down.

SPOILR WARNING GTFO if you don't wanna know shit, okay good later pookie.

Now you don't realize how thick the plot armor is for the hashira and tanjiro and his little group. Nezuko might as well change her name to Plot Armor cause that's all she's good for.

If Tanjiro and gang didn't had plot armor thicker than a bbl then not a single one of them would make it out of season one, Muzan would have eviscerated every last one of them if the fucking plot didn't need him to be a dumb ass.

It pains me so how heavily nerfed the demons are, I you're telling me these CENTURY old beings of death and destruction are getting wiped by a bunch of teens and pre adult?

Tengen is fine he earned his dub, if anyone deserves the hype it's that man, he fought an upper moon with a single hand like he's HIM.

Rengoku fought his hardest and died with honor he's great, but fucking Mitsuri did not earn her win she should've died. They all should've died.

It's stated in the manga/anime that Zohakuten's skin is too thick to cut through skin, sooooooo.......why not just have Zohakuten Swallow Hantengu boom.....problem solved.

But then no your precious little hashira and demon slayers would get EVISCERATED if the demons use their brains.

I'm all for MC plot and all that good shit, but I swear to the high heavens If I hear another one of you mofos say Mitsuri solos this Tanjiro solos that.

THEY DON'T SOLO SHIT THEY JUST JUST HAVE RIDICULOUS PLOT ARMOR AND THE DEMONS WERE DUMBED DOWN SO THEY COULD WIN

Demon slayer without the plot armor would not end well for the (majirotiy) of hashira or the little demon Slayers

stop the hype cause they didn't earn it

Espically the two little shits Nezuko and Genya I despise them (not their characters) but how they are Nezuko is just a shield for Tanjiro an Genya...exsist

HOW THE HELL DID TWO NEW DEMONS MANAGE TO OVERPOWER TWO DEMONS WHO ARE THE STRONGEST, AND HAVE YEARS OF EXEREINCE?

FUCK OFFwith that nonsense, Aizetsu should've slaughtered Genya and Daki should've Killed Nezuko but plot requires them to live despite it not making any fuckung sense but whaterver/

Just stop saying their so strong they solo cause take away their plot armor and their not lasting a minute in a battle with any of the demons

SPOILER WARNING AGAIN GTFO IF YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW

The thing that pisses me off the most is when people say Tanjiro beat Akaza, TANJIRO DID NOT BEAT MY BABY. Akaza literally got decapitated and kept pushing, and was on the way to kill them.

But of course can't having the mc die.....and they literally have NO OTHER WAY TO GET RID OF HIM so they make my baby self delete.

Yeah it was a beautiful scene he got with his old bitch cool but like the fans don't seem to understand that's not them defeating Akaza it's Akaza giving up.

Same thing for Kokushibo, he self-deleted isn't it kind of weird that the top three strongest demons just self-delete? (I'm counting Douma's as self-delete cause i know damn well if plot had let him use his brain he wouldn't have eaten shinobu and would've walked away fine)

to make a long story short your favorite Demon Slayer character ain't shit unless their Tengen or Kyojuro everyone else got saved by the plot and handed their victory (technically Tengen wouldn't have one his fight either if Daki was allowed to use her brain and just not be in the area) but Tengen worked fir that shit so he gets a pass

[yourkingmob]

Waltorious Maximus Lambeth (1950-2014)

“Lo, there do I see my father. / Lo, there do I see my mother, / and my sisters, and my brothers. / Lo, there do I see the line of my people, / Back to the beginning!

Lo, they do call to me. / They bid me take my place among them, / In the halls of Valhalla! / Where the brave may live forever!”

I remember the first time I met Walt. He invited me out to train at his Dojo, firing out the same invite that he gave to QBone some time before, concluding the email with "Things start at 1pm around on sundays. If you get lost: p/c to Osaekomi/Mr. Lamb (313) xxx-yyyy."  I walked into an old barn, with a stout looking Judoka talking someone through a kata garuma as classic rock played on the boom box in the corner.  He welcomed me in, a long haired lanky mofo in wrestling shoes and a Champion shirt like I belonged there, and then promptly fed me to the wolves.

That was the first of many lessons from Walt: how to get through that gut check, take a pounding from the aces and still present some game against the droogs and come back for more.

Walt stood as the head of Metro when I was there, not taking as a direct hand in instruction as Q did, but he still took time to tighten up my classical judo: how to drop right underneath to hit the drop seoi properly, how to switch out into combination to o-soto and how to do the belt-pin from north south. He also gave me tons of tips on how take my wrestling and further combine it with judo, since he had done much the same with Q.

He showed me the roughneck side of judo too: how to growl in your opponent's ear while trying to turn someone over for a pin and then pretend that mate was called and hit the collar choke when they peek up at the ref.  He also taught me how to pop the head up under the chin when chasing a single leg, or how to drive the side of your head into someone's nose when attacking with a kouchi or ouchi-gari.

He also taught me that "Mutual Welfare and Benefit" sometimes meant a cooler full of Heineken after hours of hard randori and shooting some bull over some brews.

Finally, he also taught me to put away the childish boy-band that was The Beatles and learn that there was a Rolling Stones before Mick met Bowie, and it was loud, shaking, gritty and roughneck... just like Walt.  While many of us were from a generation far after him, he still enjoyed rocking out to the rock bands we listened to like Buckcherry.  He drank up life and stoked the fire beneath his crew of champions he had gathered.

Besides being a teacher, Walt had his humorous side.  His sense of humor was infectious and oversized, like his generosity.  So many times, I'd get some sort of off-color joke sent to me in email, some bit of cheesecake or inappropriate anecdote sent to my email, I had to make sure I didn't open his emails at work. Otherwise, while my boss was looking over my shoulder, there'd be some huge breasted amazon on my screen.  His jokes and made up stories about "little itchy" always had me smirking.

In many ways, Walt was a viking skald, a story teller of great skill and deftness. His countless stories of growing up doing judo and putting the lumps on a bully turned presidential candidate, high school as a greaser and trouble-maker, his college years as Big Ten judo champion in 1972 and getting in brawls with his roommates, all told in his boisterous, jovial manner.  I looked forward to his emails regaling us on some wild exploit or crazy situation he found himself waist deep in, in the crazy adventure that was his life.

While Walt was loud and rough edged, he was also incredibly kind, open and generous.  Metro wasn't exactly a self sustaining money generating endeavor.  We all did our parts to pay into the club what we could and donate gear to keep the team equipped, but it was Walt who was keeping the thing rolling, getting us the mat space, organizing travel even getting sponsors for the Droogs roll out to Grappler's Quest, something that made the 'Metro Fight Club' name legendary outside of Michigan.  He also welcomed all comers.  I remember early on, when I brought my partner in crime Ick with me, he greeted him by picking him up in a fireman's carry and doing squats with him.   While I was struggling through university, he helped me score an Adidas gi so I could compete in the Great Lakes and when one of my friends accidentally ended up with a gi bottom that he borrowed, Walt just told him to keep it.  Anytime anyone needed just a little push or some help, Walt was there to keep things moving.

Waltorious Maximus Lambeth, you were a giant among men and you will be forever remembered for your kindness, humor and knowledge. With your helmsman ship, your droogs became feared and respected far and wide, all while making us feel like we were part of the best rock band ever.  I am honored to even have met you, let alone be called one of the droogs and deemed worthy of rank.

You are terribly missed, droog.

Until Valhalla,

[voxomniaetnihil]

A Little More About Me...

Why should you read my blog? Glad you asked! As a Black Man, it’ll be a POV you may not be used to, giving you something to ponder. Agreeing or disagreeing is fine, but as the saying goes: “you’re entitled to your own opinion, but not your own facts”. My opinions & facts are as strong as Death Wish coffee, and I’m not afraid to engage them. Are you?

What will you get from my blog? Honesty, information and some laughs. Reviews, like politics, has become a dirty business and I like getting my hands dirty.  Just ask Anne Rice or Amos Lassen.

What will I be posting about? Books, movies, music, movie scores- I love me some movie scores!- politics and life in these United States. Something new I’m excited to try out is episodic reviews of tv & anime series- not so much current ones but old faves like Highlander, Slayers, Babylon 5, Hellsing, etc. And no, I will NOT be doing Smallville... 

What’s my cred? I’m a former Amazon Top 1000 Reviewer and a former- and current again- Amazon Vine Voice. I’ve been interviewed by prominent bloggers and correspond frequently with authors. I’ve reviewed for such book tour agencies as Bewitching Book Tours, Month9Books, Xpresso, YA Bound, Enchanted, Goddess Fish, as well as the occasional self-published author. I’m also a regular attendee at the BEA every year, so you’ll be able to get a heads up on what’ll be coming out.

How’d I get started? Welp, in 2009 the company I worked for- Virgin Megastores- closed down and I took advantage of my abundant free time by catching up on some reading. Ok, a lot of reading. Virgin shared the same building as Random House and about twice a month RH dumped their shelves out. And I’m not ashamed to say I was a dumpster diving mofo- it’s how I discovered the Anita Blake series. (true story)

I started referencing Amazon reviews about the books I was reading and came to respect and rely upon the information I received and the people who provided it. After a few months I figured I could do the same- I’m that one friend you'd always ask their opinion about movies, etc. I started moving up the ranks and boom!- Top 1000. This was before all the madness and mishegoss. Ah, the good old days…

I wasn’t in it for a side gig; it was always fun & interesting to me. Trying to hustle to keep my rank up combined with the tsunami of fake reviews and bullshitters angling for free stuff made me lose my taste for the game, so I slacked off for a good while. Then Wordpress suspended my blog claiming I was spamming for posting book tour promos, so I just said screw it. See ya when I see ya.

Now it’s a new decade with new ideas & challenges to tackle, so why the hell not? 

A few things about me personally: Proud Black Man. Former US Marine. Born, raised, still living in Brooklyn. 50+ years old.  6’5’’, about 260. One of the handsomest men you’ll ever meet. Big sports fan- Baseball (Mets), Football (Cowboys), Hockey (Devils), Basketball (Lakers). Works in Sports/Entertainment Security. Still working on my own fantasy novel & occasional dabbler in fanfic. Used to never drink coffee... used to. Beer is proof God loves us and wants us to be happy. Wine tastes flat to me.

Thanks for stopping by. If you’re of a mind, hit the links and stalk… er, follow me around the internetz.

[rebel-moon-obsessed]

Moon Child, Chapter 2: a Trial of Faith

summary, details and links below the cut ❤︎

Summary:

For the past decade, Kai has navigated the galaxy's seedy underbelly as a smuggler and bounty hunter, thriving on betrayal and darams. As business booms, he finds himself in need of a co-pilot.

Enter Thia, a mysterious and vexing addition to his crew. Despite her enigmatic nature and penchant for irritation, she proves herself capable in the cockpit.

With Thia by his side, Kai enjoys the newfound comfort of a second pilot, until a fateful encounter thrusts them both into a deal of unprecedented magnitude.

One that could spell fortune or doom for them both.

one sentence premise → "Rebel Moon, Part One" written from Kai's pov. Follows the movie closely with the addition of Thia (ofc) and a different ending (Kai doesn't die).

Tags: action/adventure - canon universe - happy ending - falling in love - unrequited love for a long while - No Smut - original character(s) - pov 3rd person - Pov Kai - slow build - romance - he fell first - she's taking her goddamn time - trauma - canon compliant - but he lives - plot heavy - m/f - ofc - canon deaths - except for Kai - mofo lives -

Trigger Warnings: Past abuse - mention of Sexual Assault - mention of Sex Trafficking - mention of Prostitution - PTSD - Trauma -

Author Notes:

"Moon Child" is a series of FanFics written in 3 parts. "Part One: cutthroat business", covers the first movie with the addition of my original female character, Thia. "Part Two : xxx", will cover the second movie with Kai being alive. "Part Three: xxx", will take place after the 2nd movie.

Part One should be between 13-16 chapters, each chapter being between 2k and 4k words. It's the whole movie re-written from Kai's point of view with added scenes and details, a few things are changed (such as dialogues) and of course there is also the presence of Thia which heavily impacts the plot.

This fic will heavily focus on the plot from Kai's point of view, the romance being sub plot and slow burn. It's unrequited love until either the end of part two or part three (still not decided). Kai's backstory and homeworld will be explored!

links:

on wattpad -> Moon Child, Part One: Cutthroat Business

and ao3 -> Moon Child, Part One: Cutthroat Business

wiki page -> Moon Child Series

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