#Had no idea what I was doing but I really had fun with it tehe

[starcadestration]

First time trying any kind of pixel art lol

[ID: A full colored digital and pixel art of Gokudera Hayato, Sawada Tsunayoshi and Yamamoto Takeshi, from the manga and anime Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

Their full bodies are drawn, walking together side by side with Tsuna in the middle, facing the viewer. They all smile, Tsuna and Yamamoto with their eyes closed. Yamamoto has his arm around Tsuna's shoulders, his other hand behind his head, while Gokudera holds onto Tsuna's arm, looking at Yamamoto.

The background's a light peach color. /End ID]

Thank you for the id @hopeswriting !!!

[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

P*rn ☆ 

Chapter 3, After party

Masterlist

Word count: 1.2 k

Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, alcohol, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Author's note: Tehee, I'm suddenly writing like I'm on fucking speed. Have another chapter while I'm not burned out from this story yet <3

Mature content under the cut.

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'Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me,' you hiss to yourself. You've gotten dried off and dressed after your very unsuccessful cold shower (that maybe ended in you masturbating anyway) and opened your phone to see if you had any notifications. The last thing you expected to see was a new video from Red Crow, aka Sylus, aka your neighbor, jacking off right after meeting you wearing the same damn shirt he had when he opened the door for you.  

Is he teasing you? No, surely not. He said he'd make a video if everyone begged for it, don't be delusional... It is a nice idea though. Him being that horny after meeting you for no more than two minutes. 

Before you can even watch the first ten seconds of the video, your doorbell rings. It scares the bejesus out of you and you almost drop your phone. Fuck, you need to calm down and you need to do it fucking now. Tara is at your door, and you need to get through a night of romcoms and facemasks before you can watch that video. 

You rush to the door and open it with a friendly smile, trying hard to hide the lust filled thoughts playing behind your eyes. There stands Tara, but she's engaged in a conversation. 'Oh, hello,' she says to you with a smile and turns to your neighbor's door, 'Kieran, Sylus, have fun. See you soon.' 

Shit, you just can't help it. You stick your head around the corner and there he stands, confidently leaned against the doorframe of his door, arms crossed, wearing a different shirt for a reason that you can very easily imagine after that video. He wears a self-satisfied smirk on his lips when he sees your head peak around the corner and nods his head to you. Your cheeks burn and you barely even notice Kieran standing there. You try to nod back at him as casually as you can but there's no saving you now. So you just head back in and wait for Tara to follow you in hopes that it won't look too strange. 

'What was that all about,' she asks, following you inside. You shrug and venture further into your apartment. 

'Do you want tea?' Tara frowns and closes the door behind her a little too loud. She seems more concerned than angry, just as she had this morning. 

'Ma’am, what is going on,' she demands, standing with her hands on her hips in the middle of the living room. If you hadn't know what kind of person she is, you might've taken it more seriously but with the way your brain is fried you fear you might not even be able to hold a normal conversation. 

'He's rude,' you blurt out, your filter completely gone. Shit, your brain really is fried. 'Anyway, what movie should we watch?' 

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'What was all that,' Kieran nearly cries out like an excited teenage girl while trying to hit Sylus’ shoulders. Not that he can. Despite his size, Sylus is incredibly fast. Blame years and years of boxing for that. 

'I have no clue what you mean,' Sylus says cold, calculated, monotone, but the slightest flinch of the corners of his lips give him away. He quickly turns to his bar cart to pour them all a drink, but then he spots the bottle of whiskey you gave him and his lips twitch up again. 

This time Luke also catches it. He turns on the couch, clutching the back and pulling himself up in a chaotic attempt to climb over and tease Sylus like there's no tomorrow. He fails miserably when Sylus looks back at him with one warning look while pouring the whiskey. 

Kieran sits down in one of the two big lazy chairs while Luke spreads out on the couch. 'Did she come over?' 

'She got me a housewarming present,' Sylus muses, trying to keep his composure as he grabs the three glasses of whiskey by the rims and walks them over to the coffee table. As soon as they're set down, Kieran and Luke shoot up to claim their glasses. 

'A housewarming present,' Luke says in a teasing tone while wiggling his eyebrows, his eyes flicking from Kieran to Sylus and back a few times. Sylus sighs and pinches his brow, still trying so damn hard to make it seem like everything is the same. 

'Whiskey,' he says to explain, 'she got me a bottle of whiskey.' 

'And you made her throat burn,' Luke teases once more, but this time even Kieran cringes. 

'And you wonder why you're single,' Kieran sighs. 

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'Come on, out with it,' Tara demands. Throughout the last two hours, you've been dancing around the topic under the guise of choosing a movie, making tea, putting facemasks on, painting each other's toenails, etcetera, but you're dead out of things to keep Tara busy. So you just give in. Well, you give in a little bit. Can't play all your cards yet. 

'He's hot okay,' you groan, 'he's fucking hot and I have a fucking dry spell.'  

That was clearly not what Tara expected you to say after you told her he was rude to you. 'Wait, back it up, I thought you were joking about you and Zayne just being friends.' 

'No, we're really just friends. We've kissed once to see if we wanted something more but neither of us felt anything.' She nods. 

'And Sylus is your type?' 

'Well,' you mumble, a blush forming on your cheeks, 'I guess. I've always liked them tall. Can't say I've ever met anyone like him before, though.' Mentally, you beat yourself up. This man is a sex God and you're sitting here, one measly wall away from him, blushing like Sylus and you are the main characters in a slow burn k-drama. 

'Fair enough,' she agrees and suggests, 'I can give him your number under the guise of telling each other about parties and stuff. Like what you did with Zayne.' 

'I don't think he's the kind of person who likes having his hand forced,' you note uncertainly, 'besides, he's a grown man. If he wants something, he can get it himself.' And shit, the way you would give it to him. They'd have to add a new level to the Richter Scale after you're done with him. Or he's done with you, whatever he prefers to say. You're not picky as long as you can feel his hands all over you. “Wait, stop, you're still with Tara. Calm your ovaries woman,” you mentally scream at yourself, hoping the blush on your cheeks still seems as innocent as it had a bit ago but you can feel your ears flush.

Tara agrees with a nod, seemingly not noticing anything: 'You're right. And he did seem to like you.' 

'That's probably just because I gave him whiskey as a housewarming gift.' 

'No, I don't think I've ever seen him look at a woman like that,' she says absentmindedly. You suddenly feel your heart pounding in your chest once more. Truly, your heart is trying to be your undoing. You're not supposed to like this person after meeting them once but at the same time, you've been watching him for ages. When you think about it, it actually feels a little bit weird. 

You've been watching him, he doesn't know you. And yet, he seems to be the more confident one.

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[timetodecidedjo]

hi saw your post about prompts for Logan and wade! would you write about them getting caught in the act tehe 🙈

Yes!! This one was SO much fun to write!! I’m going to post it to AO3 as well under my username xuaerduobb. I haven’t written and put anything out in quite some time, so if it’s not the best, I’m sorry!

I hope you love it ❤️💛

“Happy birthday, Al!!”

Don’t ask how Wade and Logan pulled it off (it was mostly a lot of help from Laura). It was Althea’s 80th birthday and Wade really wanted to throw her a party with all of their closest friends to remind her of how much they all really loved her. You only turn 80 once, right?

Everyone scrounged up enough money to rent out a small party room inside of a restaurant, one of Al’s favorites, and decorated it just for her. Wade would argue that the need for decorations seemed unnecessary because well… she’s blind. Nevertheless, it came together perfectly, and she was totally surprised.

“Motherfuck!!” She yelled out before backing into Laura who had brought her down to the restaurant from their apartment. She went to grab her small pistol from her pocket, but Logan stopped her before she could.

“Althea, it’s just us. We threw you a birthday party.”

“Oh my sweet Logan!” The elderly woman chimed, pulling him in for a tight hug. Wade’s mouth dropped open like he felt overlooked causing Logan to smirk and laugh.

“You and Laura put this all together for me?” She asked while Logan walked her over to her seat so she could rest from their long walk there.

“Wade helped. Kinda,” he teased before placing a kiss on her cheek.

“It was my idea in the first place!” The merc with a mouth argued while everyone else had already moved on.

Everyone who was able to come to the party were taking their seats, including Dopinder, Ellie (Negasonic Teenage Warhead) and Yukio, Colossus, Vanessa, and Peter. It made Wade’s heart swell to see all of his friends together to celebrate Al, who had truly been like a mother to him. They really were one big, kinda freaky, happy family.

Wade sat down at the table next to his boyfriend and took his free hand on the table. Logan looked over at the merc and smiled, finally getting more comfortable with the idea of PDA. He was never really a big fan of being affectionate in public with anyone, but Wade LOVED showing Logan off to everyone, and LOVED being touchy feely as always. It took some time, but after a while holding Wade’s hand in public was easy. It was a comfort.

“Everything sounds so good!” Vanessa mentioned as everyone looked over the menu in front of them. Laura mentioned something about a sandwich and Peter noted that the steak was ‘just incredible’ there.

“I’m getting the steak too, Peter,” Logan seconded, now turning over to Wade for his decision on dinner.

“What about you, bub?”

“Nothing on this menu entices me the way you do in that sexy flannel button down,” Wade answered, his eyes glancing up and down at his lover. He practically had cartoon heart eyes popping out of his head watching Logan just sit there.

“I’m just going to order for you,” Logan informed as the waitress had gotten to their drink orders.

“I just love a man who takes charge.”

After dinner, it was time for Al to open her birthday gifts. Colossus picked up the table and put it to the side so that everyone could sit comfortably in their chairs to watch the birthday girl open her presents.

“Jesus, do you have to show off like that all the fucking time? Who are you even trying to impress?” Wade asked, mostly to annoy the steel hero.

Colossus just took it in stride and shook his head at the merc.

“Behave yourself, Wade. It’s Althea’s birthday.”

“Who invited the birthday etiquette police?” He quipped back as Logan pulled him down to take his seat. Their seats were at the back of the room, behind everyone else, while Laura helped Al into her seat at the front facing them. She would hand each card and gift to Al and help her open it. They had become very close in the 6 months they had all lived together at their new apartment. When Wade offered Logan a place to stay, and Laura was now with them in their timeline, it only seemed fair to let her stay with them as well. She had just made 19, but needed time to get on her feet, and Logan felt like maybe this was his chance to do right by someone. After all, she was technically his daughter, and they did share a certain connection that Logan felt was important to explore.

Al opened up her first gift bag, this gift from Dopinder, and tried to feel around it to figure out what it was.

“It’s an audiobook for you to listen to when you ride in the cab,” Dopinder beamed, very proud of his thoughtful gift.

“That’s so sweet,” Yukio said as she looked up from her phone, probably tweeting.

Logan watched along with everyone else before he was interrupted by his boyfriend beside him.

“Lo?” Wade said in a hushed tone.

“Wade?” The Wolverine replied without peeling his eyes away from Al.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“This oughta be good. Let’s hear it.”

“I started scoping out the bathroom in this place as soon as we walked in. It’s right down the hall, maybe 10 feet away.”

“Get to it,” Logan replied, sensing Wade’s body shifting closer to his own.

“You look absolutely ravishing this evening and I want — no I need to have you. Right now. In the bathroom.”

Logan hesitated. Was he enjoying himself at the party with all of their friends? Yes. Would he enjoy himself a hell of a lot more in the privacy of the bathroom with Wade? Hell yes.

“Meet me there in 3 minutes.”

Without drawing attention to himself or bothering anyone else, Logan stood up from his seat and began to make his way towards the hall and into the bathroom Wade whispers “go go go go” to his boyfriend as he passed his chair, counting down the seconds before he feels he's in the clear to make his getaway.

Once he believed 3 minutes had passed and Al had opened 2 more gifts, Wade got up to sneak into the bathroom to do ungodly things to the love of his life.

There was only one single private bathroom, no stalls, so thankfully there had been a lock for the door. When Wade opened the door, Logan had been standing there waiting for him with lust filled eyes. He grabbed the merc by the shirt and pulled him close, just to push him up against the door and kiss him.

As much as Wade wanted a 20 minute makeout session, complete with foreplay, they knew they probably didn’t have much time, so if they wanted to make each other come in this public bathroom, it needed to be soon.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Wade mumbled between kisses, his fingers tied up in Logan’s brown locks. “I still can't believe I get to tap that ass whenever I please.”

With one final sloppy kiss, Logan pulled back and gave his lover a smug grin.

“How ‘bout right now?”

Wade threw his head back in disbelief and utter joy while Logan was already undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans, the buckle of his belt rattling loudly in the echoes inside of the bathroom. Wade began doing the same as quickly as he could, and before he knew it, Logan was leaning over the sink counter, bent over and ready.

“Aren’t we an eager beaver? What should we use for lube?”

“Just…” Logan started, already getting impatient. “Just spit in your hand or something, I dont give a fuck. Just get over here and fuck me.”

“God, it’s like you just really get me,” the merc cooed, in utter awe of his partner.

“Now, Wade!” The Wolverine fussed one final time, giving his boyfriend a look of utter grouchiness.

Wade walked up behind Logan, took his aching dick into his hand and spit to give himself some sort of lubrication. He didn’t want to risk taking the time to stretch Logan out due to raising suspicion between their friends, but Logan had asked him before to skip the prep because the guy really didn’t mind the pain.

Slowly, Wade eased himself into Logan’s entrance and groaned at just how good it felt. Logan wasn’t being quiet either, a growl escaping his mouth, as Wade filled him up. It was a little painful, but nothing he couldnt handle, and truthfully, it felt really good anyway. Once the merc found a good rhythm, he gripped one hand around Logan’s neck and the other on his hip. Logan looked back at his lover, begging for a kiss, and Wade happily obliged.

“I love you so fuckin’ much,” Wade mumbled as he lost himself in their love making. It was always like this for the two of them. Every time felt like the first time– exciting and fun and sexy as hell.

Just as Wade could feel himself about to climax, he heard the door to the bathroom push open.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK!” Negasonic Teenage Warhead screeched, immediately letting the door close behind them. Both men hurriedly pulled their clothes back on and tried to catch Ellie before she could get back to the rest of their friends.

“I thought you locked the damn door!” Logan hollered, feeling beyond embarrassed that they had been caught in the act, especially by a friend.

“There was a lock on that door?” Wade questioned back.

When they made it back to the party room, everyone had their heads turned to watch their embarrassing arrival. Both disheveled and out of breath, they stood there and waited for the other to say something.

There was a small silence and then…

“This party was my idea!”

[demonicnarwhale]

So for my first project in my Proprint class, we had to make 5 separate prints (draw or photograph something then print it on a 17x22 paper, same thing as last semester) so here's my stuff!!! Oh! And the prompt was basically anything but monochromatic or black and white, but we can either use one or two colors

They're all based on my Small Town AU because I thought it'd help get my ideas for this AU thingy situated a bit, and cuz it's fun

The first one to start us all off is Doc Scratch! The one and only, the catalyst (if you will) of this small town turning to shit. It's basically him bringing a sort of day of reckoning thing going on. But not like reckoning in the idea that they're getting judged by god or whatever. In this case, Scratch himself just plays around in this universe (this is the "bad" ending). Basically, the townsfolk begin to turn and hurt each other (reasoning will be explained in the 2nd project tehee and the wording here is like this just so I don't spoil too much) (also the top is just the different edits I came across and thought looked pretty)

Motifs / Symbolisms:

- The time on the clock reads 3:19. So specifically Genesis 3:19 is pretty much just when Adam and Eve are cast out of the Garden of Eden. The idea here is that Scratch will turn this thriving and self sufficient, almost found-family-like town into a big ol' graveyard. That paradise they all have come to enjoy and build a community together? Buh-bye!!! Cast out! Into the miseries!!!

- The picture of the oil painting is of The Agnew Clinic 1889 painted by Thomas Eakins. The painting was commissioned in honor of David Hayes Agnew, a pretty well known and respected surgeon of his time, a leader in a way. And I just felt like Scratch would have some of these "lesser" known art pieces of important figures of the past around his house. (Die would approve of this painting I believe)

- The apples are purposefully way too round, almost Christmas tree ornament looking. It's to allude to this feeling or idea of something being too perfect, but very off putting. Basically Doc Scratch himself. He's a man that's a part of the town but also not there. He's a total enigma for everyone and most people will chose to just accept that and just be cordial with him, that placid and simple smile just has something deeper going on teehee

- The card he holds is a nod to tarot ones (obvious I know but I ain't no tarot or star signs believer so I had to search up which card would make sense here). So seven of swords just means betrayal so haha on the nose

- There was gonna be a violin added but I just wanted to get this drawing done so I said "screw that". The reason why I was gonna go with the violin is cuz that idea of "haha Scratch is another name for the devil" and I remembered a song The Devil Went Down to Georgia which I fuckin dig. Also the idea of the devil having a violin playing contest with a kid is so fucking funny cuz he got his ass kicked. (oh yeah and just the idea of the devil being associated with the violin)

So yeah! I just had a lot of fun just coming up with this drawing and doing a little breaking the frame/boarder with the small apple branches reaching into the top box.

What can I say? I love marine associated themes so of course I gotta draw Trace and Fin. Oh and the sketches (or draft) I did just made me feel so proud and happy. Cuz even though it's a bunch of mumbo jumbo, it all just managed to flow out really well with this one. It's a shame that the digitalized final piece isn't as impressive to me as my sketches. The two compasses are also pointed at 3:00 and 5:00 cuz, ya know. That's their numbers. The fish from bottom to top are sockeye salmon, moray eel, tunas, and I didn't look at one fish for the ref with the top one but let's go with red snapper.

i sadly had to rush this one as it was getting close to critique day (aka the 26th) and some of my other classmates needed to print too so I didn't want to get in their way and such later on. (originally we had to make 5 prints but he saw not a lot of people would be able to so he cut it down to just 3. And so I already had 3 prints done so why not just let everyone else who really needed to print, print)

So this print was going to have PM, AR, and WV doing their own things (as seen in the first draft) but I changed things up so it'd be simpler and allow me to work on the last 2 prints. But hey! At least WV's there!! And then I was messing with shadows and the last one just looked really funny. OH! Oh and the 2422 was when PM made her appearance in the webcomics (at least, that's what I think or recall) and since that's her plane, it was a little nod. And this is her logo thing (still being worked on but you get the gist of it)

I do however feel hella bummed that I wasn't able to keep the mechanic tidbits (for AR) in this drawing since I hate drawing cars, the tools I tried drawing didn't fit the look of the finalized drawing. I'm sorry AR </3. Oh and I completely forgot about WV's lil torn up red flag, but it wouldn't really match i feel anyways in the end results. WV being a farmer, PM a mail woman hence the stamps, and AR being a (car) mechanic!!!

Ok so that's all for now, I'll upload the 4th and 5th print and photos of them all printed in another post since this is fuckin lengthy

PT2 HERE

[ther3alsweetheart]

My Redacted Boys Ranking

(this is just my opinion please don't come for me 🙏)

Milo (MY MAN)

Guy (Hes so silly, hes me but as a guy tehe)

Lasko (I ❤ subby men)

Sam (My country boy)

Hush (I don't know why I want him so bad)

Gavin (he's sassy and I love it)

Vincent (my first love)

Geordi (I love him I would have never treated him that way)

David (Daviey is such a cutie pie)

Anton (Hes a softie and I love the accent)

Porter (I have a thing for British people)

Elliott (Friends to lovers is so cute)

Asher (Love the personality but his voice sometimes makes me mad)

Aaron (Mean and sarcastic=Hot)

Ollie (He calls the listener Baby I want to be called baby)

Damien (He would be such a fun guy to annoy)

Huxley (Would be my best friend)

Morgan (His tired audio made me giggle)

Caelum (sweet baby boy)

Vega (I dont love his morals but I do love his bonus audios)

Avior (I like how sarcastic and witty he is)

James (I haven't listened to all of his audios but he's chill)

Xavier (I cried when he died)

Brachium (Thank you for saving sunshine and Elliott pooks)

Cam (I don't really know who he is)

Marcus (Hes a bit freaky but not the worst)

Blake (#free sunshine)

Adam (You deserved to get your head ripped off)

Ivan (Getting kidnapped is not hot)

Regulus (same for you also he's invisible is weird)

Kody (No words just hate)

Echo (You know what you've done)

(I had no idea there where so many characters and this took me an ungodly amount of time to make)

[sunnie-angel]

girlie omg i just had an idea. going to a book fair with jason (totally not inspired by the book fair i’m going to tomorrow tehe) BUT ANYWAYS!!!!! book fair. going through hoards of books together, picking out books for each other, THE WORKS!!!!!

love this idea so much nonny! truly an ideal date with jason and so much fun. hope you enjoy this and have just as much fun at your own book fair 💕

Jason’s taking you to a book fair for a date and it’s been all you can think about all week. You’re going to browse the fair, and then the plan is to stop by your favourite cafe and spend the rest of the afternoon reading over pastries and hot drinks. Of course the two of you have to set a budget before you even set foot in the building, books your mutual weakness. Each of you are allowed three books for yourself, plus two you pick out for each other. It’s become a tradition for the two of you whenever you go book shopping, one book the two of you agree on, a two-person book club so to speak. You’ll read it together, a chapter or so at a time. Laugh over the most ridiculous turns of phrase or debate what the author really meant by ending the chapter like that. The other book, you’ll each choose for each other. Whatever book you think the other would like best. You’ll read the book picked out for you, annotate it (Jason will only annotate his on transparent sticky notes, has a thing about being able to remove the marks on books in case he ever wants a clean copy), and then swap. There’s something so intimate about being able to see each other’s thoughts on the page, getting to see how close you were in your predictions of each other’s reactions.

Jason grabs a floor map as you enter, likes to get the lay of the land early. The two of you have arrived just an hour after opening, the crowds not too thick yet. You roam the shelves together, holding up books to each other for opinions on your shared read. When you have to make the heartbreaking decision between a beautifully illustrated edition of your favourite book in collaboration with a local artist or the newest release by your favourite author, he’ll suggest you check the new book out from the library first before adding it to your personal collection. The crowds get thicker, but he makes sure to keep tight hold of your hand so as not to lose each other. He’ll insist on carrying the shopping basket and you’ll make a crack about his muscles finally being good for something. You end up having to do two laps of the whole fair, wending back and forth between shelves nearly as tall as you are. There’s a selection of books on sale, left overs from the previous year’s fair that the publisher is trying to offload. You suggest buying up a few sets of children’s books to donate to the Gotham Community Centre. Jason goes all quiet and thoughtful at the suggestion, but joins you at the sale table to rummage through books elbow deep. Finally, after a few good hours you’ll both be ready to leave, basket heavy with books and a list of new books to look up in the library. He’ll brush his knuckles against yours in the checkout line, ask you which book you’re going to read first. When he’s not looking, you’ll slip two matching bookmarks into the basket. The look on his face when you pull the matching pair out, cartoon Red Hood yelling out to read no further looking back up at him, oh that’s priceless.

Settled in at your favourite coffee shop, a cup of tea and a pain au chocolate in front of you, you riffle through your bag, eager to read what Jason picked out for you. It’s quiet between the two of you for the next few hours, but it’s a comfortable silence. When the last dregs of your drinks have gone cold and there’s only crumbs left on your plate, you’ll go home to a dinner Jason’s cooked and then curl up on the couch together to read some more.

[fluffalpenguin]

@arcvmonth day 24: the manga

oh man oh MAN it's vj day!!!!!

it's pretty funny how all my gifs are mostly yuri-centered huh

Under the cut:

revisiting my review of the manga from last year

Headcanons and fic/comic ideas

rambling about an old WIP

small playlist! (with write-ups!)

First of all, here's the 3,000 words analysis/blog thing I wrote last year when I first finished it.

One and a half years later, I still largely agree with it! There's some headcanons I wrote in there that I completely forgot about, lol, so I'm glad past me posted it somewhere for current me to relieve it again! (The rants were also kind of funny to re-read too)

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Next, headcanons!

Lately, I found myself wondering about Yuto and Yuri's outfits; specifically-

...Why are they walking around Maiami with dramatic red/black capes?

After some time in the kitchen, I decided that when Yuya was younger, he was really into good versus evil roles when rehearsing his dueltainment lines. And who else better to serve as his practice opponents than his two brothers who aren't off busy making rounds at the stadium on a D-Wheel?

Tying his own fluffy, white towel around his shoulders, Yuya throws a nearby black blanket to Yuto. The oldest is initially a little embarrassed about the notion, but no one can ever say no to the baby of the Sakaki family, can they? (He'll just have to live the shame down from the twins later on... They barely even respect him as they are right now, anyway) In the middle of the duel, Yuri walks in onto the two of them after having finished his homework (or tweaking his deck). He raises an eyebrow at Yuto's appearance, but gets the gist of the situation when he sees their duel disks activated and Yuya standing on top of the sofa in a similar attire. As Yuto steals Yuya's schtick and becomes a tomato, Yuri pouts about being left out and quickly leaves to hunt for something that will allow him to join the fun. When the duel ends, Yuto passes the baton to Yuri. As he watches the two rattle off silly, goofy lines like, I will destroy the planet, the universe, all the worlds! and, Never! I'll stop you, fiend!, Yuto sighs in relief. At least Yuya now has Yuri to LARP with. Maybe Yugo would volunteer too, once he returned from driving practice and hears about it. Though, he'd likely ask to play the part of the hero himself. Anyway, Yuto's already almost in middle school; he's getting a little too old to play with costumes now. Then afterwards, at dinner, with an angelic smile Yuya says, "Yuuto, can we play like that again sometime? You look so cool with a cape!"

Yuri on the other hand, always had a tendency for the melodramatic, his own personal spin of the theatrics he's seen from his dad! Deep down he really loves playing the villain.

(This was meant to be a short description but I couldn't help putting some fic-like sentences in there tehe also yes that's a reference to the conversation between Yuya and G.O.D./Eve)

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(warning: angst ahead)

Another headcanon I have that I want to write/draw something for is that in the postcanon where Reiji, Yuya, Isaac and Ren travel through space and time together, Yuya has moments where he falters to his grief.

He's used to his brothers commenting and nagging him on almost anything and everything (A midnight snack? Think about your complexion, Yuya!) and his world is suddenly a lot more quiet. In his hurt, he starts to avoid Ren, not wanting to be reminded of what he's lost (He doesn't feel good about it).

Eventually Reiji intervenes and Yuya opens up a little. He's been unable to properly let himself grief for his brothers. All he wants to say is that he misses them.

But he doesn't feel like he has the right to do so, having being the one to seal their fates by personally destroying the one method of bringing them back to life. He doesn't regret his decision of course, but he's unable to stop himself from feeling this way too.

It has a happy ending; Reiji convinces Yuya to talk to Ren. Yuya shares stories about Yugo at Ren's request, making the both of them laugh. Yuya realises that there are other methods of bringing back people to life, too, even if only momentarily.

But it is enough.

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Misc hcs:

Yuya's charisma and attitude is a combination of his three brothers fawning over his cuteness from birth and Yuya being so star-struck with Yusho's performances he attempted to replicate the movements ever since he could walk.

Being the oldest, Yuto feels a sense of responsibility for his brothers and pledged to take care of them in place of his always-missing parents. However, he oft times finds himself not having to do much because Yugo and Yuri are so determined to win over Yuya's heart (and be proclaimed 'favourite brother') that they also make sure to set a good example for the youngest when possible. This causes Yuto a little bit of an identity crisis (/j it's just for fun) until he settles into his role as the househusband cook.

"All of us... are connected by... the arc of destiny!"

Reiji and Yuya are supposed to be silhouetted by their fathers, so Yuzu is meant to seem like she's looking at Yuya, but is in fact looking at Yusho. I also think VJ Yuto should be allowed to smile more!

This drawing is meant to be my love letter to the manga as a whole, and ESPECIALLY the last duel between Reiji and Yuya. I talked about it a whole ton in the review linked above already, so go check that out if you haven't!!

I was really happy with the composition when I first made this, especially with Sora/Ren/Isaac Versus the Yus mirroring their duels! (Well, okay, I know Isaac didn't duel Yuto but.... just give this to me)

Anyway I really wanted a fun and positive energy for it! Every month I think about returning to this but I get slightly demotivated when I realise I have *zero* colour references for both Ren and Isaac... Please send in your headcanons...

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Last but not least, last month I got brain worms for another animatic/hand-drawn MV for Eve's Fight Song! I'll never ever have to time to go back to it, but I wanted to take the chance to talk about other songs that make me ill when I think about them with the manga.

1. Myth & Roid - TRAGEDY:ETERNITY

Don’t give me an eternity Even if that’s all I can believe Press pause on the flow of time In the shadow of the blink of an eye I don’t wanna fall into a sleep ‘Cause now you are my remedy Now knocking on, knocking on, knocking on my brain Even for the temptation of a nightmare Fate demands a costly reparation for its fare

Translated lyrics mostly from lyrical-nonsense, but I made some changes for better rhyming and flow yahoo!! This song is what I imagine the OP would be in my dreams when it received an anime adaptation, I've always dreamed of making my own animatic to it!!

Not just the chorus, but the ENTIRE SONG (pleeeease go take a look at the lyrics) feels like it's made for the manga please please go take a look

2. MYTH & ROID - -to the future days

I cast my wishes to the future days If we can meet on the other side of eternity… I cast my wishes to the future days What should we talk about first? Sadness and even joy will, eventually Will sleep together That's the way life is If such a world could be granted Would nobody feel hurt anymore?

Yeah I like M&R quite a bit, how'd you know

If T:E was the hypothetical OP, this is my pick for the ED theme, like AAAAAAAA for me it encompasses the yu's story so so so so so so so well, though

And:

Both despair and also life come to end eventually Take this future into your hands and let it run its course Spin it ’round…… The hands on the clock spin around Like flowers, petals falling and fluttering Once we blossom, we dissipate in the moment THE BRIDGE THE BRIDGE THE LYRICS ARGHHHHHHHH This is definitely for me, the moment when the three yus start to fade during Yuya's battle with Eve, their last conversation they have with yuya..... *lies onto the ground in a pile of misery*

Rest of the lyrics HERE shoves it into your face

3. MAISONdes - Tokyo Shandy Rendezvous

It's no joke, no it's not! Tokyo Shandy Rendezvous Even when the time comes nothing will come of it Vague truths only become melancholy Come on and snatch me away now, take on me!

This is a fun one, when I watched the PV and in the chorus Lum was spinning I instantly went wow what if that was Phantom.. and then the lyrics bared their claws and sunk them into my brain and hasn't really let go since

Unlike the above two songs, not all of the lyrics are a perfect match, of course, but I adore how in general the whimsical yet lonely nature of the song feels like it fits Phantom so well!

4. Eve - Fight Song

As the night still refuses to end, let’s dream

Last but not least the song I posted the above storyboard for! CSM fans (as well as Eve fans, lol) are probably already familiar with the song, and full lyrics here, though like the song above, only parts of the song (particularly the chorus) really resonated with the vj brainworms in my head lol Even for me, y’know Let’s make a break for the future Towards the verge of death like we pray for A boy that gave his word Today, just like back then As if there’s no more future ahead

Sigh.... Yuto, Yugo, Yuri................ Just let out your voice Let’s take it easy We don’t even know common sense, so we know the world through wise eyes These overflowing feelings, behold Greet me with an applause

I love the first half a lot, I can easily imagine Yuya saying it to the other three... and of course, the latter, from him to the world! (or perhaps even G.O.D...)

As always thanks for reading GOODBYE I GOTTA GO DRAW SOME ARC-V OCS

[ohmuqueen]

Bias Tag Game

Tagged by: @foxpuppylove thank you so much!! I love tag games but I’ve lost (aka buried in my likes) many of the older ones I was tagged in so I’m super excited to do these, always! 💕

Tagging: @bakailikeyu, @miracleminho, @aquaxalien, @taeminbrainrot, @flowerlee, @bleshilegend, @menofkpop, @atlantis-area, @ultrakdramamama, @emily-lol, @fireworksgalaxy

As always: no pressure; if this isn't your thing, feel free to just ignore ♥

Bias list: I had to include all members of SHINee, mostly because I want to answer questions about them because I know them better than any other idols. The rest are really arbitrary, I am not good at following a lot of groups, but these are the idols I definitely admire the most and the most consistently (as much as I’m capable of with so few waking hours in the day);

So, in no particular order:

Taemin

Jonghyun

Key

Minho

Onew

Seulgi (Red Velvet)

Baekhyun (EXO)

Chaewon (Le Sserafim)

Sua (Dreamcatcher)

Ten (NCT/Wayv) (Tehe he’s number ten on a group of ten)

Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

Baekhyun, because I stanned SuperM before I became a shawol.

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

Jjong - his music, his words, just everything he's done has gotten me through a lot.

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

Taeminnie - oh gosh, idk what I'd want to do, nothing special really. Just relax with him I guess, chat and eat a meal together. Ask him about his work and ideas for future projects. Play and cuddle with his cats. (Wouldn't object to drinking with him if he was up for it - especially while watching a horror movie. I don't enjoy horror movies but I'd want to see which one he'd pick out to watch with someone.) Aaaand if this day included watching him practice dancing or recording his music I wouldn't be opposed...

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

Her smile! I mean, everything about her face lol. She's extremely beautiful to me.

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

I don't know Seulgi's personality well, but I loved what she did with her first solo album, so I suppose I can say her execution with her art. She has a unique style (really my ideal for a female idol) that I hope we see more of!

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

Again, I don't know this idol's personality well either, but if I could tell Chaewon something I would say she's doing amazing, to eat well, rest well, and take time to have fun! Because honestly every idol is overworked and deserves more breaks.

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

Jjong's! I love his style the most, I just think he is so cool.

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

Hmm, I'm not fashion savvy like Key, but I do miss the high fashion I've seen him wear at the airport in the past (like 2015-2017? ish? my babywol brain can't give you more specifics). I can't say a specific style, but I guess I like the more flashy clothes. Like this for example. Or this outfit from 151130 (I spent an embarrassingly long time looking for this lol)

Also multi-colored hair! Like he had during Odd era or RDD era. IDK how many times that RDD hair changed colors but I loved them all.

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

Oh definitely Onew. (I'm 5'1", or 154 cm)

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

I don't really have a preference, it depends on my mood for the day. I have been listening to more NCT lately, but I like both of these groups' music for my workouts especially (groups like NCT, Dreamcatcher, EXO, KARD, and of course SHINee I love playing for my workouts).

[mooonjin]

His Nature

Notes: this was so rushed! i had an idea nd really had to jot it down. sorry if itsd not the best aaaaack but pls enjoy!

Pairing: Crosshair x gn!reader

Summary: A clone bred for battle eventually harbours feelings for you and someone who's been a soldier his whole life, has to find a way to confess. Unfortunately, his personality is his only obstacle.

Warnings/Tags: one or two curse words, Crosshair being Crosshair, jealousy, minor yelling (if you squint), mild kissing, fluff tehe — tell me if I've missed anything!

For once, the Batchers didn't have some absurd mission to go on. They didn't have any yapping from Cid and rarely had to go out for supplies. Not even the Marauder was damaged.

They were all free to basically do whatever they wanted to do; on their own or with the others if they desired. Earlier, some of them suggested that they should just sleep the day away, get some rest in. Others wanted to get training in to 'improve'.’ Any civvie would object and say that they didn't need to improve on anything.

It wasn't much of surprise when Tech suggested the whole Batch do spring cleaning and reorganise their stuff in the Marauder. The entire group groaned and walked off when the words left the clone's mouth.

He merely shook his head and tended to his mini projects. It put a sort of disappointed expression on your face when Tech used free time to tinker with mechanics. You always encouraged him to go out and have fun but you would always be met with his index finger in the air, followed by something along the lines of 'this device requires my undivided attention' or 'time isn't a luxury to be wasted, this is crucial to be worked on.’

Wrecker opted to sleep and eat. Mainly eat and sit around with Echo though. He considered him his 'chillaxing buddy.’ You thought it was pretty cute how the two of them would laugh at each other. You always caught Wrecker punching Echo's chest and him having to suffer in silence from the relatively harsh contact. He'd forget it eventually and brush it off. You love it when you see such war-intelligent soldiers have a laugh.

Hunter kept himself occupied with his vibro-knife and the stray lothcat by his ankles. Ord Mantell wasn't super luxurious; it was definitely habitable and had hidden gems placed around the town so it wasn't much of a surprise when you would be able to spot stray animals. The broody clone had a soft spot and this lothcat basically won his heart. The soft creature was very fond of his long hair. It's like they were twinning.

And now for the man who always seems to never be in your vision when everybody is out of the shuttle.

Crosshair.

A grump in the corner.

It's his nature. He can't change that. You can't change that.

And what was Crosshair doing?

Go on, give a good guess.

That's right, he was cleaning his rifle! The clone had probably brushed the surface of that weapon too many times to count. Honestly, it was slowly becoming a mirror. He was leaning against a large rock, one leg limp on top of a smaller rock resting under his knee. The other leg supporting his rifle while his nifty, slim fingers clutched a cloth to get right into the rifles' crevices.

You observed the clones. Despite being created from the same Fett, they all had a personality of their own and it warmed your heart when you saw them outside of the battle field. What didn't warm Crosshair's heart was your personality.

It was too bright for him. Too joyful. Too energetic. Too... you.

Yet he liked it.

Sure, he might have a some drops of feelings for you but that didn't matter. That thought was too busy becoming clouded by the intense "hatred" he had for you. But would you consider it hatred?

"Whatcha doin'?" you took a snoop into the cockpit of the Marauder. It wasn't much of a shock to find Tech perched on the pilot's seat with wires and boards on his lap. There were several tools on the floor as well as being scattered across the control panels. Some were organised in his tool belt — by the Maker it was a mess.

A zap of sparks erupted quickly and faded shortly after. It repeated this pattern until Tech placed down his previous tool to pick up another. With a gentle push of his goggles using the pad of his index finger, he replied, "Repairing," it was dry and fast. He seemed busy. The clinking of the tools filled the silent void as you watched him carefully.

Tech liked that about you. His brothers weren't big fans of his rambles or his projects — unless it was mission related — but you always found time to open your ears to listen. Even with his lack of showing emotion, you read him easily. His body spoke more than he did.

And Crosshair hated that about you.

Crosshair could be the quietest, most invisible person in the group yet you could still understand what was bothering him. It annoyed him how you always came up to him when he was by himself, minding his own business.

Yet there was still that flutter of appreciation whenever you approached him.

"And what is it you're repairing?" you leaned against the panel, gently pushing his tools so you could make some room to comfortably rest against. Tech noticed this, quickly discarding the project for a bit to sort the tools you pushed aside. You muttered an apology under your breath before Tech sat back down and glued his eyes onto the contraption on his lap.

"Our chip scanner. Due to the crash we sustained previously and fortunately recovered from, the scanner was not able to avoid damage. We still haven't surgically removed Hunter's chip yet so that is what I'm working towards with the time I have, currently." a grin appeared on your face. Tech was super caring about his brothers and the fact that he used his own time for somebody else showed that.

"You're cute, I'll be outside if y'need me." you patted his shoulder before walking off to exit the shuttle. A small blush creeped onto Tech's face but he shook it off and continued his work on the apparatus.

As you stepped outside the ship, you inhaled the air of Ord Mantell. The smell wasn't as grim as you expected since the town always looked like it marinates in rust, dirt, and grease. They always parked the shuttle near the heart of the food corner. Every building had at least one canteen for alcohol and a couple of food stalls out in the front.

Mantell mix was the most popular selling street food. Wrecker made it seem a lot more delicious than it sounded. He had already finished the two bags when you offered to go pay for it. That's where most of the credits disappeared to.

You walked over to Hunter who was being smothered by the stray lothcat. It chirped and squeaked as it attacked his neck and long hair. His laughs were muffled and tried to roll over to get the cat off of him. You laughed as you approached him, gaining enough of the cats attention to hop off of Hunter. A sigh left his lips, a little worn out from the play-fight he faced.

"It likes you," you gently ran the pads of your fingers along its head, calming down the creature before it ran off at the sight of a trash panda.

"It likes everyone," Hunter sat up to brush off the excess fur the cat managed to shed onto him. It almost looked like Hunter had extensions due to the hair that clung on him.

You dusted your hands off, bits of fur flying everywhere, "I kinda need your help," Hunter's eyes peeked through his hair. He brushed it back to pay attention to what you had to say next. "I know it's probably not my problem, but Cross's been a little... grumpy? Not!—in a bad way just, yeah. Y'know?"

"Well, that's Crosshair alright." Hunter lowly chuckled.

You sighed in defeat. You didn't exactly know how to word your situation. You wanted to hang out with him, make amends for whatever he held a grudge on you for, and just overall be good friends with him. He cares deeply about his brothers but is always so distant. That was his way of bonding.

You've liked Crosshair for a while now. He might not be a conversationalist or a particularly extroverted person, but you liked him. He was content and mostly kept to himself. He was caring and showed that by reassuring gestures; like he did on Skako Minor when you went to rescue Echo.

Hunter cheered you up a bit, letting you sit with him for a bit to ease any pressure off your chest. He was like this father figure; his leadership skills poking through every now and then. The both of you joked around, laughing and elbowing each other playfully as you found a rhythm to keep each other productive and happy.

In the distance, Crosshair's eyes were very piercing, similar to how he'd peer through his rifle lens. It's like he was about to fire a blaster shot at your direction with his stare. The toothpick in between his teeth felt like it was going to snap due to how hard his teeth were gritting. It was his pet peeve, seeing you pounce on his brothers to get laughs out of them or just to hang out with in general.

Dare say... jealousy?

"Relax, they're not gonna do anything." Echo left Wrecker to sleep off his food coma. Everybody could no doubt hear his snores ring through the alleyways. Echo noticed how hard Crosshair was staring at Hunter. But it was you who really had his attention.

"I know." his response came out snappier and coarse than he anticipated. Although, he didn't care.

You finally left Hunter to tend to his own time, standing up to supposedly find Wrecker. A chuckle was emitted when you found him asleep, mouth open, releasing snores after snores. Your eyes scanned the area to look for the other Batchers when you made eye contact with Echo.

Then Crosshair.

A smile grew on your lips, waving gently before jogging over the brothers. A scoff left Crosshair's mouth as you sat down in front of the sniper but deep down, his heart was fluttering, "Whatcha doin?" Echo smiled, patting his brother on the back before leaving the both of you to chat.

Curse Echo, Crosshair thought.

"Guess." Crosshair mumbled, butterflies quickly filling his stomach as you spoke to him.

"Target practice?"

"Hm," you could hardly tell if the answer was a yes or a no. He couldn't handle it — he couldn't handle you, your sweet scent and aura. It drove him crazy. He stood up, grabbing his rifle and made his way to the Marauder. You managed to catch up to him seeing as he looked to be in a hurry.

"Cross, slow down!" you chuckled playfully. He did not slow down but instead kept walking.

You were annoying sometimes to him. Ever since you joined their Batch, he had to resist from reporting you straight away, simply because you were too good for them. He just wanted you to shut up; it's clear as day that he wasn't used to such a bright atmosphere. Especially being around soldiers of war.

He was a patient man but his thoughts were almost so unreadable, you couldn't get the hint. Crosshair is very durable and can endure circumstances normal folk wouldn't be able to handle. It was derived from his nature as well as his enhancements.

"Cross? Hellooo?" you hummed out.

He finally turned around to acknowledge you but not in a good way. His eyes felt sharper than ever, staring down your figure. He swiftly checked his surroundings before hauling you into the Marauder. You let out a surprise yelp from the sheer force he used to get you inside. The doors shut with a quiet hiss.

It felt like no one was here, only yours and Crosshairs' clanking footsteps against the metal were to be heard throughout the shuttle, "Woah, s'everything alright?—"

"—Get your fucking act together." he snapped, the roughness in his voice was harsher than you've ever heard.

Your personal bubble was popped and he way was too close to your face. A couple more inches forward and you'd practically be kissing. Not that you'd complain but given the situation, those thoughts depleted.

"What?" you muttered, timid and weakly. You genuinely had no idea what you were doing to Crosshair and it sort of pained you. If only you knew what you did to him.

"Did I stutter?" his words were laced with venom. It felt hot, his fiery attitude being poured all over you like lava. "Do you always have to be so... so..." his voice faded out, the end of his sentence replaced with a low, frustrated groan. You stood there in shock. Where did this Crosshair come from? Did you do this? "...So happy all the time?"

Crosshair's fists clenched at his sides. You could see them shake from how hard he was clutching, "There's no point living without it so... yeah."

"The whole batch has to live with it and act like we enjoy it," he poked a finger at your shoulder, pushing it so you stumbled a bit. He did this until you were backed up against the cool metal of the shuttle. His words pained you like he shot a blaster through your heart. An odd shiver rushed to your face. It felt hot like tears were about to spill.

All your feelings towards him were now second thoughts.

"We would all appreciate it if you..." he waved his hand in exaggerated thought, "...weren't so you." the point stung. Crosshair has always been this honest and straight-forward person, no matter what effect it would do to others around him. He turned around, not facing you to rub his forehead.

He was more than annoyed now, but it was his attempt to gain attention from you. Truthfully, he had no idea how to talk to you without sounding like such a dick. Honestly, he was more nervous than he was annoyed.

Suddenly, a jolt of confidence washed over you, causing you grab Crosshair's shoulder to spin him around so he could make proper eye contact with you, "Who are you to tell me how to live my life?" a small smirk grew on his lips, obviously enjoying how you've managed to lose all composure with just his words. It was also slightly attractive seeing you angry from his point of view.

"How sensitive," you grumbled in fury at his one-liner. It took all of your strength not to pounce on this 6ft clone and slap that stupid smirk off his face as well as shoving his toothpick where the Mantell sun doesn't shine.

"That happiness, this... joy. It's all for a list to tick off," you were more than confused at what he was rambling about.

"Because you're so desperate for somebody to like you,"

"Because you seek validation,"

"Because—"

Enough!

You sent a slap to his face, knocking the toothpick out of his mouth. You were breathing heavily and all Crosshair did was lowly chuckle at your miserable state of mixed emotions. Your lip began to quiver as his words repeated in your head, tauntingly. Salty tears began collecting at the bottom of your eye, blurring your vision briefly.

Crosshair watched your composure unfold, crumbling before him, "Go on, cry it all out." his hand reached to the back of his armor for a new toothpick. He sat back down on a swivel chair to clean his rifle for the hundredth time as if he didn't just yell at you.

You couldn't believe it.

Short intakes of breaths ensued. You inhaled and exhaled, trying not to let yourself fully sob in front of Crosshair. But as tears began to take their full form in your eyes, they threatened to fall.

"Maybe liking you was a mistake."

His eyes widened for a second at your confession.

"Wai—"

You slammed the key panel door open and ran out of the Marauder, holding your eyes to prevent the tears from flowing. Your heart felt like shattering at that moment. Every time your foot hit the ground as you ran, your knees were on the verge of giving up.

Maker, you were so sensitive. It infuriated you. You felt helpless as you continued to run. At this point, your hands were stained with a thin layer of your tears. Small drops escaping and running down your arm, falling off your elbows.

The abrupt noise of the Marauders door opening caught the attention of Hunter who saw you run off into town. He glanced back at the open shuttle, assuming something had happened in there.

Tech, who was quiet as a mouse, had listened to the whole ordeal unravel. His brothers words were harsh and cruel and the fact it was enough to send you in a crying fit, he had to do something about it.

The cockpit doors swung open, Tech holding his holopad in one hand as he walked to where Crosshair sat. He appeared unfazed like he didn't yell at you, cleaning his rifle like it was any normal day, "Care to explain what you did?"

The sniper moved his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, the sound of his rifle parts clicking back together filling in the silence, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, apart from what I overheard, there is something to be talked about—"

"—Crosshair, what did you do this time?" Hunter practically burst through the Marauder door, panting and demanding that his brother gives him the answer he's looking for. Tech clicked a couple of buttons on his datapad, also awaiting some sort of answer.

Crosshair sent a careless look to Hunter and that was enough to send him through the roof. He snatched the rifle out of his hands, tossing it to the side to get Crosshair's full attention. He stood up, looking Hunter dead in the eye. The two clones had a stare-off. It was really a sight to look at; a 6ft and almost 6ft soldier one upping each other. They exchanged glares, eyes becoming narrow as the time passed.

"Guys, come on." Tech waved his hand to the side. He knew better to sort this problem when calmer minds prevailed.

"Apologise or something worse will happen." Crosshair shoved Hunter to the side. He'd rather get this stupid apology over and done with so he didn't have yapping next to his ear. He scoffed, spitting out his toothpick, essentially littering but did he care? Not one bit.

-

As he walked down the pathways of Ord Mantell, he avoided eye contact with everybody, shoving off marketeers who attempted to convince him to purchase something. His hand snaked to the back of his neck, scratching gently at the hairs that faded down to his neck.

Had he been too harsh to tell you that? Yes, it might've been out of jealousy but in all honesty, Crosshair was oblivious when it came to showing affection. Not that it justified his big fit.

He liked you. He really did, but there was no one to help him with these unfamiliar feelings as a clone. From a young age, all he ever received was nasty insults from regs and the puny support of his brothers. They tried their best so Crosshair always acted like it helped him.

It didn't.

You were sat on a bench, staring off into the distance. Your eyes followed the dusty mountain range of Ord Mantell. There was nothing much to look at, it looked the same along the horizon. The skies made up for it; cotton candy-like clouds gently travelling across the sky and occasionally hitting the tops of the mountains.

Your tears managed to dry up, though your face was still warm and flushed. Crosshair's words kept ringing through your head. Did he really think of you that way? Did all of them think of you that way? Absurd scenarios circled your mind. A pit of guilt dropped onto you; if they had felt that way about you, wouldn't they have told you?

The questions you asked yourself didn't help the situation.

Would they care if you left their group?

Who hates you the most?

Have they considered decommissioning you?

You picked at the dried mud on your armor, slowly tracing the Batcher's signature skull. Just as you were about to call the group about your consideration of leaving, crunching footsteps approached you. It was soft and didn't seem hostile. Out of your peripheral, you could see a tall, head down, Crosshair. Huh, rare.

"Are you here t'tell me I'm 'too sad' for your liking now?" you let out a sarcastic chuckle. His words still pained you and the audacity for him to come looking for you was really insulting.

"Came to apologise." your eyes went a little wide. You never thought those simple words would leave his mouth. You had to admit, he sounded genuine. You stood up to face him to find that he was already looking straight at you. His eyes rested, the generation wrinkles on his forehead weren't visible.

"I'm... sorry for talking to you that way." he muttered. He squinted his eyes, cringing at his apology.

He was about to walk back to the shuttle until you spoke up.

"Crosshair," you began, softly. "wait, please." your words were lightweight as they reached Crosshair, in hopes to make him feel a little better.

This time, he stopped, though he couldn't bare to look into your eyes. Even if it was the shortest moment of gazing into your delicate irises, his chest would clench and butterflies would spawn again.

Your words affected him so much, a simple 'hello' would send him into a blushing fit. He was lucky enough to have his helmet hiding it for him.

"I'm sorry," you sighed. "if I made you feel like I was being too happy." your eyes dropped to the ground, not daring to make eye contact either.

Crosshair was in disbelief. How could you be the one apologising when he initiated this? It took him a lot of strength so he wouldn't start protesting and objecting your apology. It gained him enough confidence to make another attempt at making eye contact without looking like he was about to shoot a battle droid.

The atmosphere shifted, making you feel his stare smoother than before. It wasn't piercing this time. It had the intention of care and forgiveness in it — a second chance.

Like a wary animal, he inched towards you, trying not to seem too forward. You followed his eyes as he slowly closed the gap between the two of you. He got closer and closer until it was just your chest plates touching. The small 'clink' alerting the both of you.

Admittedly, it was difficult to avoid staring at his facial features. You always took the chance to admire how his cheek bones were so defined, it could cut you if you went too close. The soft skin above is eyebrows when he rested his eyes. His peach pink lips that are just... so kissable.

Not even Crosshair could hold back with his stares. Just like yours, his eyes wandered, admiring your facial features so close.

His impaulsive thoughts won him over, he shoved off his helmet, his hand quickly taking its place against the side of your torso to pull you in as close as he could get you — curse this armour.

You let out a squeal, your lips captured in his, but the warmth you were just getting use to was lost in the next second. Judging by your shocked expression, Crosshair took it as a sign. It was stupid and he should've asked you first.

"Forgiv—"

You cut his words off with your lips capturing his this time. He let out a low grunt as your lips began to dance. It was slow and gentle, showing more affection than hatred towards one another. Crosshair sighed into the kiss, you could tell how touch-starved this man was and you weren't surprised.

Sometimes war prevents stuff like this from happening. His eyebrows furrowed, trying to ravish the feel of your lips against his. His hands rested under your jawline, cradling your face and holding you closer than ever.

Despite having the toughest demeanour out of his brothers, his touch didn't go unnoticed. Surprisingly, it was gentle and caring. You could feel his hands roam your body on the thinnest parts of your armour until they rested behind your neck.

With a small 'pop,’ you both pulled away. You couldn't help the smile that grew when you saw Crosshair's eyes. They remained shut like he was dreaming, trying to keep that kiss as a memory. Slowly, they fluttered open and blush creeped up on him.

"What was all this for?"

"What?" he mumbled, his lips still wet from the kiss.

"This—to get me to forgive you?" you crossed your arms.

"No, maker," he sighed, angrily. "I like you."

Your arms fell to your sides, almost going limp. Your heart was thumping, "Then why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I hated you. I didn't know how." he went back to his squinting expression.

You cracked a sympathetic smile, pulling Crosshair into a hug. Initially, he didn't hug back. The sudden action sent shockwaves of butterflies throughout his body. There it is again. He would be crashing down on his knees if you weren't holding him right now. Such a small gesture could make a broody man shrink.

"I'll take the reigns then, if you'll let me?" you held out your hand, implying he should take it in his if he wanted to. And he did just that. His hand — a lot larger than yours — rested against your palm, interlocking his fingers. You shot him a caring grin. You didn't expect him to do anything back, not wanting to push him into the deep end just yet.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." he didn't have his helmet this time to cover up the blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

The two of you walked back into town. An impatient and slightly irritated Hunter was rapidly tapping his foot on the ground. His façade seemed to diminish when he heard your footsteps approaching, his broody expression being replaced to a more happy state.

You and Crosshair reached the door of the Marauder, "I see the both o'you made up—“

"Stow it, Sergeant." Crosshair snapped. You patted Hunter's shoulder, reassuringly.

"Please don't tell me they're gonna do something..." Echo chimed in from behind, worried for his life.

Tech shrugged. Who knows what you'll do with Crosshair.

Maybe teach him some manners first.

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Post-Notes: huhu... oops this is a bit longer than my other ones but i hope you liked it :D

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Hiii <3 May I request izumi and ritsu with a s/o who's hasn't been playing attention to them because of a new game (or something of that sort) that they've been obsessed with? maybe even a romance game tehee ;3 i LOVEEE your writing style <33

𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎?! | izumi & ritsu

[an]: hello there, gorgeous <3 ! tysm for requesting! ^w^ sorry if this took a while! ToT i had more requests than i expected so i hope it didn’t bother u much TwT

summary: all and all over, your eyes just seemed to be always glued to that screen. and they desperately want your attention back :( if that’s alright…? yet, just how can they have your eyes on him once again?

pairing: izumi & ritsu x g/n!reader! [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff! <3

IZUMI SENA

it was the 3rd time of the day in which you told your boyfriend to ‘hold on.’

izumi wasn’t sure if he was annoyed because you wouldn’t slide your attention towards him after some awful lot of practice (not to mention tsukasa’s loud lecturing) or it was because he was worried about your eyes always glued to that goddamn device. maybe both? either of it, he was still pissed to the fact you’re rarely giving him any mind. at all.

after a new trending game came out, izumi began to see you use your phone more often than what you used to. eyes appealed to the app shown on the screen rather than looking at him. the izumi sena of knights. a gorgeous model, as well. he wasn’t bragging yet he probably was? he can’t comprehend the situation well, he had no idea what he was feeling !

he told this to his unit…and the answers were adding more to his annoyance. he never heard leo laugh so much in his life that tsukasa had to shush him down, ritsu was asleep on the floor like always and arashi was the only one that managed to answer, seriously. “it’s quite natural…! i’ve heard of the game but i haven’t got to try it yet since i’m a little busy these days with our schedule. but just calm down, one day they’ll give their attention back to you, it’s just a game after all,” arashi told him, fixing her hair while staring into her tiny mirror.

izumi scoffs, “oh please, it’s been almost weeks now and they rarely send me messages, communicate or go out with me because of that game that i have no idea of what they find it so fun and distracting..!” arashi laughed nervously while looking at the white haired male. he was really angry, everyone can tell. she didn’t really knew much about your relationship, all the girl knew was that you two liked each other very much and that your relationship with izumi was just ok! turning her chair to face him, arashi sighs—her palm carrying her face. “don’t pressure yourself too much because of this~”

leo cuts them off, “are you actually jealous of a game??? BWAHAHAHA…!” he says, hands on his stomach as he laughed endlessly on the floor of the training room. izumi sent the male a cold glare however leo didn’t even pay attention to the signal. tsukasa stands up, walking towards the laughing male before grabbing his arm calmly to help him up, “how did you even find that funny?”

“BECAUSE..! PFFT—HAHAHAHA..!”

“alright leo, take deep breaths now.”

“TSUKINAGA SHUT IT..! IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY..!”

“n-now, now, izumi calm down…”

“ughh…you guys are so loud i’m trying to sleep..”

the situation ended up with arashi pulling izumi away from leo in order to avoid him from punching him in the face.

this…happened just a day ago, however it was soon calmed down when arashi explained to izumi to try and grab your attention by doing something that might distract you out of the game. somehow, the male quickly took the advice even though he tried plenty of times to win back your eyes on him. it might be tough, but just like the ‘big sister’ said; “it’s worth the shot~”

izumi had…quite the hard time driving back your attention to his. in fact, you were more distracted than he expected. answering with just hums, hm, yeah, or small words as a reply. this grew to irate him a little more—yet just like how arashi told him, just calm down. he can’t believe he’s taking advice from her. well, she was kind girl after all, and insightfully intelligent as well.

but…just this time, he sorta snapped.

it was his fifth time calling your name from the bed, you were sitting on the floor with your thumb across the screen, eyes locked towards the device to focus on your game. izumi’s eyebrows furrowed down. it has been like this forever, and he is attention deprived. the only source of sound was coming from your game, and nothing else. cord finally snapping, the male launches next to your side and grabbed your phone away in a fast motion. you reacted quick. “huh?! h-hey..! izumi! give that back…!” you yelled. izumi refused to let your grasp take a hold of your phone, and this caused you to stand up from the floor and try to reach for the device.

izumi clicks his tongue, “what’s even good about this game anyway???”

“i’m in the middle of playing…! give…! it…back..!” the both of you had a small fight with you trying to take the phone while izumi completely held the phone as highly away from you as he can.

you were so focused on trying to get back to your game that you didn’t realized that you were already sitting on top of him. with your hand reaching for the phone, you stopped when izumi pulls your chin down to look towards his face. that asshole was wearing a grin, his left hand still holding onto your phone while his right was still on your chin.

“you finally looked over here.”

realization finally hit to you when you felt your legs shake beneath another cloth that wasn’t your floor carpet nor the bed cushions. holy shit, you were sitting on his lap. the sight made you stunned, 50 shades of red covering your entire face before looking back at your boyfriend. that asshole was wearing his shit eating grin, and now with your burning red face looking right at him—that guy’s grin grew wider. “cute…heh, i guess naru’s advice worked after all.” you didn’t get to say anything else before you felt a pair of lips land on yours, lovingly.

the kiss was passionate, not too passionate. it was like your lover wanted to kiss you again after such a long time. well, you were distracted by the game after all you could guess why he was being so touchy today. your lips only separated when you needed air, then he was back to kissing you. the kiss lasted for about 1 minute, then you finally let go and he lands his face to your neck, taking measured breaths. you laughed so cherry he feels the butterflies about to erupt out of his stomach. “what made you so affectionate today?”

“you rarely give me attention anymore because of that stupid game you’re always playing…”

“are you jealous?”

“shut up.”

you both stayed like that for a while. maybe you should try convincing him to play it as well. as long as he’s not busy that is…

RITSU SAKUMA

ritsu had no idea how to deal with these sorts of situations…

including if they were something he had not experienced much before other than isara giving him some small advise about it. still, regardless of how much he tried to call your name, it’ll end up in a humming response. and if you did give 0.01% of your attention to ritsu, 99% of it will just turn back to the game you’re currently playing.

the knights member was confused between feeling irritated or upset. it was probably a mixture of both. however more of it, he was feeling down. you were his significant other…and as his lover, ritsu was entrusted to you that you would cuddle him whenever it was time for bed or nap times since…half of his daily life schedule is sleep, sleep, and sleep. you did ! on the last few months of being in a relationship with the male. although, you see…there was this new game you’ve been aching to try out ever since your friends had convinced you to play it and then here you are.

what the young ‘vampire’ was worrying about is that he couldn’t grab any of your attention towards him like you do before, it upsets him very. he tried asking the big sister of the knights, isara (thrice) and a couple other of his friends (except for rei, he pretended like he doesn’t know him). still, ritsu had no idea how to win your eyes back on him.

it was evening, ritsu (like always) stopped by at your place after a long day of idol duties. isara was the one who dropped him by and left afterwards after ritsu laid down on top of your bed beside you. you were playing on the phone like you always do, and ritsu pretended to be asleep, yet he was secretly admiring your face and how adorable you looked when concentrated. it was soon ruined when you paused your game, stood up, and went down to your bed to grab your charger and continue playing. ritsu soon sat up after you left his side, a frown painted upon his expression.

if only you could just take your eyes away from that screen for a moment…and he could just have your eyes on him alone…

“y/n…” he calls, voice in a whisper. no reply…ritsu pouts, hugging onto a pillow. he misses talking to you with long conversations. he missed playing the piano while you do the violin. gah, he was starting to sound desperate. but…this was normal right…? including if you’re wanting affection from your lover. arashi told him earlier that it was absolutely fine to confront you about this, as long as he’s calm about it and not end up in a heat up argument (since she’s not there to break it, arashi was close to you after all), but…your warmth…ritsu really misses your warmth. the way it made him fall asleep so easily with just your arms wrapped around him.

slowly crawling out of your bed…the male finds himself scooting his figure closer to yours while you didn’t even bother to turn around and look at him. he was tired, so tired…all needed after all hard day’s work was your arms wrapped around his body. just one glance from your view…it’s already enough.

you felt two pairs of arms wrap around your neck from behind…along with a blanket covering your back and warming yourself while playing. this finally had caught your attention. pausing the game, you turned your head a little to see ritsu snoozing off over your shoulders. you looked at him, stunned. “ritsu…? what’s up..?” you can hear him sigh in satisfaction. “y/n…mm, you finally looked at me…” he says, and you rose a brow up. was he still half asleep? “what do you mean by that?” you questioned.

there was a second silence before your boyfriend answered. yawning over your neck, he looks down on your phone, “that game has been stealing you from me recently…tell me, what’s so interesting about it…?”

ah, crap

“eh…?! h-has it been??”

ritsu nods his head. “i miss cuddling with you, you know?” he adds, nuzzling further deeper down your neck. “at least give me a good night kiss before i head down first to bed?” a light laugh erupts out of your lips before placing your phone down—it had been a particularly long time since you last slept together with the male after spending endless nights playing the new game you’re obsessed with. however, probably this day wouldn’t be so bad to take a small break for once. as you placed your phone somewhere safe to charge, you tapped ritsu’s shoulder, and he replies with a hum. “wanna head to bed, now? i wanna rest.”

his smile just made your day

you helped him get up and lay down on the soft cushions, his arms opened—waiting for you to come in. when you dug in his warmth, the heat radiating from his body mixed with your cooled down in a soft atmosphere. you did give him a good night kiss along with a whispered; ‘i love you.’ ritsu’s smile didn’t fade that night…your forehead stick to his while he snores, peacefully…his smile always glued on. you thought, maybe you fucked up…not giving your boyfriend any attention when you know he needs it. he can be attention and affection deprived from time to time and you can’t really blame him for it. for ritsu, he was like a child and you were his favorite teddy bear. not like you were complaining.

the next morning you both woke up at 11:36am. and ritsu was late for his idol duties. let’s just say you both got an earful from tsukasa.

a/n: if i don’t get rei’s card i’m gonna commit arson

requests: opened!

[mrsbrekkers]

Hi! How are you?

Could I get a Kaz Brekker imagine where he opens up to the reader after a job about his past and the next day he tells her it was a mistake and a lapse of judgement, quite harshly. And then the reader gets hurt after a heist and he realises how much he actually needs her.

Thank you <3

i’m doing pretty good! first kaz fic tehe, i’ve been waiting to do kaz brekker one-shots since i read the books. he is v much a comfort character. i understand his aversion to physical touch ( i have panic attacks at times because of so ), his humor, and inner dialogue so he is v dear and near to my heart yeeee

i switched up the next day bit and did it as the same time since it made more sense to me?? i’m not sure how to explain it haha

pairings! kaz x reader / jesper x wylan + nina x matthias ( with inej third wheeling because she’d so do so. ) 

reader is female in this, but i can make it non-gender specific if one would like me too! just let me know i’m very flexible in my writing!

warnings! talking about jordie, ptsd, trauma, talk of death, loss of a brother + mother, swear words, kaz being sad, panic attacks, blood, near death experience, pekka a-hole rollins,

word count; 2610 ( proud again haha )

one-shot under cut!

COMPANIONABLE SILENCE

The Slat had become uncharacteristically quiet. A successful heist on part of the Crows made for easy celebration amongst the Dregs. Most sat gambling at the Crow Club, drinking the night away. Jesper had been having a weirdly lucky night, the money in front of him displaying such. Wylan had been on Jesper’s leg the entire night, and the occasional ‘This is my lucky charm’ could be heard from Jesper. Inej and Nina sat drinking together, Matthias looking like an unwilling bystander to the girls' fun. And yet, Y/N found herself back at the Slat after the long day. Her back screamed at her to call it a night, but instead, she found herself in front of Kaz’s door.

It was a routine the two had when they were the only ones at the Slat. Y/N would sit on the bed, head in a book, and Kaz would sit quietly at his desk planning whatever it was Kaz Brekker decided to plan. It seemed the same tonight, with Y/N quietly reading, until her head lifted to see Kaz rubbing his eyes.

“You need to get more sleep. The amount you manage is minimal. I’m surprised you’re not dead yet,” Y/N commented, her book falling into her lap, the page she’d left off on now folded at the corner. It surprised her how Kaz managed to live off of his, if lucky, two hours of sleep. She’d never understand it. Granted, she slept less than the suggested as well, but she always made up for it with at least a nap during the day.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” 

That might be sooner than you think at this rate. But Y/N wouldn’t take that for an answer. She wasn’t usually a pushy person, especially with Kaz Brekker. She’d learned being pushy with him was never a good idea, considering the amount of people who did were left with a ruined reputation and nothing to live with.

“Sleeping when you’re dead isn’t an option in Ketterdam. Even when you’re dead here, you’re really not. Especially when people know of you. And last time I checked, the entire city knows you, and half of it wants your head on a silver platter. I’m actually sure people outside of the city know you, and may want the same,” Y/N said, standing and moving over to the wooden desk, sitting across from Kaz. Her eyes landed on the work Kaz worked on, seeing another heist plan he was drawing out.

Kaz wasn’t going to give in easily, anyone who knew him knew he was stubborn. One of the most stubborn people who lived in Ketterdam, but he knew what Y/N was saying held some truth in it. One was never truly dead in Ketterdam. He suspected people would dig up his body to hand over to Pekka Rollins - no, he wouldn’t die before Pekka Rollins did, that was a promise he’d made himself after Jordie. Brick by Brick. He couldn’t pull Rollins apart if he was dead. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t dead yet: his vigor to destroy the man who’d killed his brother. But he did suspect that when he, Kaz Brekker, was dead, he’d never truly be dead.

“Even so, I have things to do, plans to make-”

“At 1 in the morning? I’m sure such plans aren’t going to disappear overnight.” Being cut off, Kaz casted Y/N a glare, eyes narrowing. Why she had such influence over him, he’d never know. Or, maybe he did know and wasn’t going to express why. Because why would he? Kaz Brekker didn’t need a reason after all. He always had reasons though.

Finally, Y/N sighed. “I don’t expect you to listen to me, but I’m not going to let you rot away from the lack of sleep you get, Kaz. I am just as stubborn as you, and if I must? I will sit here and bug you about your lack of sleep until sunrise. Or until I inevitably fall asleep.” The smallest glimpse of a smile reached Kaz’s lips, an instinct to roll his eyes almost playfully too. Stubborn about the well-being of her friends was a Y/N special. Kaz had simply thought he’d have time before she got on his ass about his own health.

She’d already gotten on Wylan about his self-destructive habits. His tendency to blame himself for not being good enough. Y/N had practically choked him out once when he’d gone on a rant about how he was a problem for the Crows. A burden. Kaz himself had been somewhat frightened. She’d found ways to help Jesper and his gambling addiction, which usually included them gambling, but in ways that didn’t involve money. She’d gotten on Matthias for his excuses to not kiss Nina.

If Kaz remembered correctly, she’d called it ‘redirecting the issue’.

“You’re avoiding something,” Y/N then spoke, crossing her arms. Weren’t they all avoiding something? Kaz thought, huffing as he sat back into his seat. This was Ketterdam after all. If you weren’t running from some rich merchant, then you were running from their son. Wylan had simply been a lucky break in that usual streak.

“You say that as if we all aren’t running from something,” Kaz finally said out loud, his eyes casted downwards.

“Avoiding, Kaz. Not running, and something tells me the thing you’re avoiding isn’t something, but someone.” Y/N knew the look Kaz had on. She’d worn it herself dozens of times.

“I had a brother.” Kaz couldn’t bring himself to look directly at Y/N. It would make talking about this all too real. Too much. Was this a lapse in his judgement? Why was he telling her this? Had she managed to get so under his skin? 

“We moved to Ketterdam after my father died. My brother . . . Jordie-'' the name came out with a small crack in his voice. He hadn’t said that name out loud since he’d laid on his sick brother’s chest. “Was hopeful about what the city would bring, and it brought peace for some time. We worked with a man for some time, and my brother was in on a deal. One that seemed too good to be true,” Kaz scowled now, his anger seeming to rise as he spoke.

Y/N sighed, knowing where this was going now. “When an offer is too good to be true-”

“It usually is. That man went by a different name then. One to scam people for their money to rise through the ranks of the Barrel.” Kaz finally lifted his eyes, seeing the realization rush over Y/N’s face.

“Pekka Rollins.”

“Pekka Rollins is the reason my brother is dead.”

The room fell silent for a few moments, Y/N contemplating what to say. She had a feeling she was among the few who knew Kaz’s story. She was tempted to ask how Joride died, but she could infer. She’d been around Ketterdam during the time firepox had plagued the city. Her mother had been taken from the disease. She’d been the same age as Kaz. It began clicking in her head too.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N murmured. “I know you probably don’t want my pity, but really, I’m sorry.” It made sense why Kaz felt like he needed to best Pekka Rollins. He wanted revenge. He wanted Rollins to be just as down as him and his brother had been.

Kaz sucked in a deep breath, standing and running a hand through his hair. His regret for telling the woman before him began to consume him. This was a mistake. Why had he told her? A harsh look fell over his face, looking down at the plans he had laid out. “I need to finish these plans, and I’m sure you need some sleep,” his tone was harsh, but it was clear there was hurt underlying it. He wasn’t going to be an outright asshole, but he needed his space now.

“You need sleep too, and I doubt you’re in the right headspace to try and make plans-”

“Y/N, leave.” He internally was begging. And Kaz Brekker never begged . . . but Kaz Rietveld would, and that’s who was begging. 

“Kaz-”

“Leave.” Anger washed over his features, his eyes directing Y/N to the door.

Y/N sighed, walking towards the door. Before she turned the knob, she stopped. “You know being open about your past doesn’t make you weak, right?” But Kaz said nothing, afraid his voice would fail him. With no words spoken for a beat, Y/N opened the door, shutting it as she paced down the steps.

Her book still lied on the bed, the folded paper to the chapter she was on prominent. Kaz took one look at it before sighing and sitting in the chair, one tear making its way down his face.

---

It was supposed to be in and out. Another job. Another however much Kruge. Where is she? Kaz thought. Y/N was never one for being late. Sure she was working with Jesper, who was notoriously late, but she should’ve been out before Jesper was, and she wasn’t.

It’d been a week of no speaking. Kaz couldn’t speak to her after revealing so much. He feared it would become all too real. A common fear he had. Stealing, picking locks, it was all real to him, yes, but he never experienced reality when he was on a job. It was his way of ‘avoiding’ as Y/N would put it. But now, he couldn’t avoid the reality of this job.

The reality was: He’d ignored Y/N for a week in fear, and now she wasn’t at the rondevu point.

She’s Y/N, she isn’t dead. But that may not be true. She could indeed be dead. She could be, She could be, She could be.... Dozens of potential outcomes came to mind.

The world seemed to spin as he paced. Nina and Matthias had already tried to calm him. Nina had even tried to calm his heart rate down. Wylan seemed to be just as worried as Kaz as well, Jesper still out there alongside Y/N and all. Inej was calm, but it was clear she was worried too. They all were, but Kaz was being unusually emotional. 

“At this rate, you’re going to have a heart attack Kaz,” Nina had said.

And if he did, then that’d be a first for the Bastard of The Barrel. 

“And you’re not close to having one?” Wylan asked, shooting a glare over at Nina.

Kaz mentally thanked Wylan. At least he wasn’t the only one close to breaking down. Get in and out. In and out. What had gone wrong?

But then he heard the sound of boots running across the muddy ground, his eyes shooting up to see Jesper carrying a bleeding Y/N.

She’s bleeding. Who had hurt her? Kaz wasn’t sure, but anger filled him. That was until he fully internalized that Y/N was bleeding.

“Jesper, what happened?”

Jesper helped Y/N into the safe house, his breathing heavy as he helped her onto the bed of one of the rooms. “Rollins. He got word of the job. We became overwhelmed and Y/N here took a bullet to the shoulder.” Then Wylan was practically engulfing Jesper in a hug.

How? Was Kaz’s initial thought, but with a huff, he closed his eyes. Moving over to follow Jesper, he took off his coat. Upon entering the room Y/N was sitting in, he nodded towards her good arm, silently asking for her to take off the sleeve of the arm that was hit.

“I thought we weren’t speaking?” Y/N asked, groaning as she pulled the sleeve of her bad shoulder off with some help from Inej who pushed everyone else out of the room. Inej left as well, but gave Kaz a nod to let her know when he would need help.

Kaz didn’t lift his eyes to look at Y/N, his eyes steady on the bullet lodged in her shoulder. He pulled out the medical kit under the bed. Always prepared, Y/N thought.

“How did Rollins find out?” Y/N asked, watching Kaz pick up tweezers from the small medical kit.

“I’m not sure, but I plan on figuring it out. Stay still.” And Y/N did, knowing this was hard enough as it was for Kaz, she didn’t want to make it any harder. Squeezing her eyes shut as she prepared for the pain. She gripped onto the bed, seething as Kaz took the bullet out with the tweezers.

“I hope you know, I didn’t mean any harm last week.” Kaz knew what Y/N was referring too, and he simply nodded for the moment. Picking up the bandages from the kit, Y/N shook her head.

“Get Inej to do it, you’ve already pushed yourself enough.”

“It’s fine,” Kaz spoke, his voice firm.

“Kaz, don’t-”

“I want too.” His eyes lifted to finally look up at Y/N. She looked down as well, silently nodding. She understood Kaz enough to know this was his apology for ignoring her the past week.

“My mother, she died from firepox,” Y/N spoke quietly. She didn’t know how Kaz would take her bringing it up, but she felt that if she didn’t, they’d build up all this anger again. They’d ignore one another again. Kaz stalled. Flashes of Jordie and Reapers Barge consumed him for a few moments. Y/N’s skin turned cold, icy and raw. He flinched away from the feeling.

Then he heard it - Y/N’s heartbeat. She was living. She wasn’t a corpse. The heartbeat and blood were testament to that. She isn’t dead. 

“I never told you how he died,” Kaz spoke quietly. He wasn’t used to talking about such subjects with anyone. It was the reason he’d taken on a different surname. That way he could cut ties with his past.

But for some reason, Y/N was able to make him feel . . . though begrudgingly, open with his past.

“I can infer, Kaz,” Y/N said with a small hiss as Kaz finished with the bandage, his hands shaky. “Now, you can continue ignoring me if you wish, I imagine you enjoy avoiding me.”

“I don’t enjoy it.” Kaz now had someone he connected with on a level he wasn’t used to. He wasn’t going to enjoy being apart from that.

“I know, I was simply making sure,” Y/N teased, her lips quirking in a small smile.

Kaz gave a small shake of his head, his lips pulling into a smile as well for just a moment. Then he picked up his coat he’d taken off. “I imagine you’re cold, here,” he spoke then, watching as Y/N took it and wrapped it around herself.

Then the door swung open, Nina rushing over to give Y/N a hug. “Kaz here almost had a heart attack. Wylan almost did. Jeez, never do that again,” she said, laughing a bit.

“Ouch, ouch, Nina,” Y/N spoke, referencing the still open wound on her shoulder.

“Sorry, sorry. We made food for you,” Nina said, smiling before handing Y/N a tray of food.

Kaz exited the room, allowing the others some time to talk to Y/N. Inej followed him, her arms crossed as she leaned against one of the walls.

“What information do you want me to get on Rollins?”

“Whatever you can find.” You’re not taking her from me Rollins, and you’d better be ready when I do come for you. Brick by Brick.

[bodycountgame]

What would each RO's perfect date be? Doesn't need to be detailed, that's a lot of characters, but I really want to know.

anon: doesn’t have to be detailed :) me: ok here’s 1000 words about date preferences tehe xoxo 

Adegoke: Something relaxed with plenty of opportunity to talk – a casual coffee at a café he liked? If it went well, he’d have a segue into an evening thing in mind – probably like a show he conveniently had tickets for or a reading that one of his pals had organised. Would almost definitely involve running into people he knows (probably not actually arranged, he just knows a lot of people in the places that he frequents lmao) and he’d be keen to see how they vibed with the people that he loves (because he couldn’t really sustain a relationship with someone who would only ever be peripheral to his life).

Arthur: A traditional dinner date – it plays to his strengths (settings that are kind of formal, making conversation, showing off about wine) and is very much on his turf. Maybe a walk home afterwards if it went well – he’d insist on walking them back to their car/house or whatever to make sure they got back safe (and, you know, cause then you get the ol’ goodbye at the door moment).

Atticus: Doesn’t do dates, not sure he’s ever been on what you could really consider a proper date. Preferred method is just to meet someone at a bar/club, take them home, then be gone before they wake up. Will occasionally see the same person more than once, but it’s normally a bit of a booty call situation (in his mind, at least). His ideal date is probably, like, hanging out and watching a movie and ordering food – very boring and domestic. Although that said, I think if anyone suggested a track day or something similar then he’d lose his little mind.

Avery: Hasn’t been on a ~date~ in forever, wouldn’t know what to do with herself. She’d probably just want it to be over with ASAP tbh, maybe a quick coffeeshop hang? If that actually went well enough that she wanted a second date, she’d probably want to go for a walk and maybe do that thing where you rent boats and go out on a lake/river?? It’d be a good way for her to see how well she’d work with the other person.

Charlie: Depends on who it was and how well he already knew them, I think. He’d generally go for something fun and dumb – going to an arcade or one of those VR places. Plenty of ice breaker opportunities and a good chance to get a sense of their vibe. Might suggest one of those crazy golf places but he would also make a joke about how incredibly basic it is as a suggestion, so it would be slightly more acceptable. 

Ellis: A nice gallery or museum date, I think? With plenty of stops to chat and look at things. Or maybe like a board game café? Ellis gets quite nervous for first dates, so they’d be quite keen for it to be somewhere they were comfortable and had some control over.

Florrie: A fairground or theme park or similar is undoubtedly Florrie’s ideal date – something where her excitability is kind of acceptable but also where she can spend quite a long time with someone and get an idea of whether they can keep up with her. Will definitely make them try and win her an oversized cuddley animal (and if they refused to do so, it’s an easy dealbreaker hahaha).

Griffin: Doesn’t normally go on a traditional first date til, like, after he’s already slept with someone hahaha! So he normally has a pretty good sense of the person he’s taking out and he’d just try to make it something that they would enjoy. His ideal date is probably something pretty chill – meeting in the morning, going out on the water, maybe grabbing some lunch after? Or maybe going to a sports game.

Imogen: Would be outrageously nervous going on a proper first date, so I think she’d go for something like a talk or a movie first so she can get a bit more comfortable in their presence before she had to do too much talking, and maybe then going for drinks or dinner. I don’t think Imogen would really go on a date with someone that she didn’t already felt like she knew pretty well, though.

Nyra: I think Nyra’s ideal date would be something extremely chill – a pub quiz with her friends or something so she’s very much in her comfort zone and it doesn’t feel too date-y (and so it really puts off anyone who doesn’t Really Want To Date Her hahaha). Basically sets up a gauntlet to try and put people off. 

Rowan: Something fun and hands on – like a dance class or to a pottery studio. If the first date goes well, Rowan is absolutely the sort of person to spin it out into like a 24 hour date with multiple activities and venues and then end up booking flights for a weekend away as the second date. Loves fun, loves spontaneity. 

Syd: Probably one of those ninja warrior/crystal maze kinds of places? I think they’d find that fun. Or basically anything else that they’d never tried before. If it was someone they were really into, they might take them out on their bike to a spot they particularly like for a walk – but that’s probably a bit more deep relationship than first date. Ooooh, or axe throwing!!

Vinh: Tends to end up on what other people think are dates but they didn’t really realise were dates because they just wanted to spend more time with someone without really thinking about the romantic subtext hahaha. They just find things they want to do and invite whoever springs to mind – generally like art exhibitions or movies. Would love to go to a proper planetarium, that’s totally the sort of thing they’d be into. 

[petersnya]

seventeen :: p. parker ::

summary :: “we’re only seventeen,” he breathed through the grin spread across his face. Cheeks red with blush while his pink lips were chapped from the cold of the snow that fell around him as he stood outside your window. || when your eyes met those honey brown ones, you felt something, but weren’t sure if he felt it too. He felt it. 10X harder.

paring :: peter parker x asgard!fem!reader

warnings :: heavy fluff tehe, teen romance// strangers>>lovers, cursing, slight smut (HEAVY make out and maybeee grinding ;) )

word count :: 2.6k (2,646)

[a/n] :: this is just a really cute idea I had and it just flew out of me. I’m IN LOVE with this and I hope u guys. Kk I think that all <3. click here to make a request!! click here to join the tag list!!

“Have you ever noticed how dull the world is?”

Your eyes were fixed on the window of the car beside you. You watched as the snow Incase the cars around you. Not being able to tare your eyes from the window, you talked to your sister, Valkyrie, with your back turned.

“It’s 'cause you’ve lived in a world of sunshine and rainbows,” Valkyrie said in a sarcastic tone and she glanced at you through the side of her eye. The two of you were in the back of a taxi, going to a location Thor Odinson had given you. After the prophetic was for filled and Asgard had been erupted into flames by Satur, the people of Asgard followed their new leader to earth. You were clueless as to where everyone went once they had adapted to life on earth while you stayed cooped up in an apartment, not having access to the outside world— until today.

Valkyrie had gotten a call from Thor saying that he needed them to come to the address he had told her.

You watched the city of Brooklyn, New York pass by flash by with all of the colorful lights and neon sign. People yelling on the side of the road with others crossing roads- horns being hooked as everyone rushed everywhere. It was chaotic, but you loved it. It was different.

“Can you stop staring and listen for once,” you turned your body around fully to face Valkyrie as you rolled your eyes. She looked at you with a blank expression before continuing.

“Remember, this isn’t Asgard. What seem normal to you is strange to mid gardens.”

“Okay okay, I get it. Is that all?”

“Whatever- just don’t embarrass yourself. Alright sis?” She held out her fist signaling for you to bump it with yours. A small smile spread across your face when you bumped fist.

“Where here,” the two of you turned forward to look at the taxi driver who looked back through the mirror. You shrugged and opened the door to leave the car.

“Hey! Missy! Where’s my money? I don’t do this shit for fun now,” he said with a raspy voice. You looked at your sister and she shrugged with a smile. You nodded as you both ran out of the car, slamming the doors.

Running side by side, you looked over your shoulder as you flipped off the driver as he honked and drove away— Valkyries laughing sounding in the air but came to sudden stop. As soon as you turned, you face came into contact with a large mans chest in your face. You slammed into him, causing you to fall back. The brown eyed girl next to you crouched over as she laugh and point at your face.

“Ahaha!- you should have seen your face dumbass!”

“Shut up,” you groaned as you sat up, a hand being held out to you. Looking up you saw that it was Thor with a big grin on face. You grabbed his hand, pulling yourself up along with his help.

“The hell is wrong with you,” you grumbled as you wiped the snow off of your clothing.

Thor chuckled as you slung his arms around the both of your shoulders, walking into the building in front of you.

“Lady [y/n], Valkyrie, welcome to the Avengers tower.”

⌫

“Stark!” Thor’s voice boomed through tower; his thick accent being herd loud and clear. You walked behind him and your sister, your figure being hidden behind them. Your arms crossed over your chest as you scanned the place over. It was nice and had lots of cool technology. You saw an averaged height, middle aged man with facial hair approaching. He had a glass of whiskey in one hand and the other tucked away in his pocket.

“Ah yes, Stark— and man of spiders— these are the girls i wanted you to meet!”

Man of spiders? You hadn’t seen anyone else walk in but you did hear A second set of footsteps.

“This is Valkyrie,” Thor said as he placed both hands on my sisters shoulder. She sent Stark a small nod and smirk. He returned it with a wave and a small ‘pleasure’.

“Annndd…where [y/n]?”

You pushed past Thor, arms still across your chest as you stood next to your older sister.

“Oh- well this is [y/n], Valkyries younger sister,” doing the same smile and nod as your sister, you gaze landed on the boy next to Stark. His eyes were already locked on you.

The boy looked around your age, seventeen in human years. His eyes were golden, honey shade of brown that matched perfectly with the mess of chocolate curls that sat on his head. His cheeks were flushed with pink as he swallowed the lump in his throat. The clothes he wore were nothing like the boys in Asgard. You had to admit, you loved how it looking on him. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes stared deeply into yours, keeping you prisoner.

You loosened your arms that were formally crossed on your chest and started to play with your finger nails, not knowing what else to do. A feeling boiled inside you that you had never felt before. It was warm, and fuzzy. It sound so cliché but it was all so true.

“Ah- well it is very very nice to meet the two of you. This is the newest avenger, Peter. Peter Parker. Who is also known as Spider-Man.” Peter didn’t say anything as he continued to stare at you, but you have averted you gaze to something else.

“Tony, I think he’s frozen,” Thor said to the man next to Peter. You snorted a laugh, hand coming to cover you mouth. Tony snapped his fingers in front of the zoned out boys face.

“Uh- oh hi! I-I’m Peter Parker.. which you knew already…sorry,” he said with a nervous smile as he looked down to avoid your direct gaze.

“Ooookay, Thor will you take them to their rooms? I’m a bit busy,” Tony said as he point with his thumb to the room behind him as he walked into it. Thor nodded with his usual smile. He clapped his hands while turned towards you and Valkyrie.

“Let go shall we?”

“I can take [y/n] to her room! I-if it’s okay… is it [y/n]?” Peter called out, his eyes landing back on you. A smirk slipped onto your lips as you walked towards him and grabbed his hand. His breath hitched at the warm contact. You tried to contain your confidence as you looked at him.

“Lead the way,” you leaned into his face, “man of spiders,” you said with a giggle. Peter’s face became red.

“I love your accent,” he gushed causing you to smile widely, looking at him through your mascara coated lashes.

Peter began to walk you turn your room, you trailing behind, hand in hand. Looking over your shoulder, you winked at your sister. She laughed as she winked back. Thor looked down at her with an arched brow as you and Peter disappeared down the hall.

“What? Don’t cock block my sister!”

⌫

Approaching a gray door with a sliver handle, Peter opened it and led the two of you inside. Looking around, you were impressed by how nice it looked. It was absolutely amazing compared to the apartment you had been in. The best part to you was that you had a corner that you could sit in with a window. You already planned on watching earth through that window.

Peter started at you as you looked around the room with a smile.

“This is amazing. Thank you for showing me my room, Peter Parker.”

He almost groaned at the sound of you Asgarden accent saying his name.

“Any time,” he breathed. Looking down you saw that your hands where still in each other’s. You smiled and glanced up at him as he looked down and saw it too.

“Mrs. Stark has a message. Lights out kiddos.”

“What the fuck was that?” Your hand ripped out of Peter’s as you looked around for you could have said that. Peter laughed and explained that it was mr. Stark’s personal virtual assistant, Friday. You sighed and laughed in slight relief.

“Uh well I’ll see you tomorrow [y/n]. Goodnight,” Peter said as he walked over to the door, as smile on his face, lighting up his already rosy cheeks. You smiled back at him with a wiggle of your fingers, “night Parker,” you said as he closed the door.

Turning around you saw that there was a whole wardrobe for you. You started to strip, tacking off the sweatshirt Thor had given you to reveal your bare chest.

The door cracked open and Peter poked his head in.

“Let me know if you need—“ he paused as he saw your bare back facing him. Your looked over your shoulder with a smile.

“Thanks, but I’m good,” you slipped a shirt you found on over your head, now looking for shorts. Peter quickly closed the door.

The curly haired boy rested his back on the door as he let out a breath he had been holding in. His mind replayed the image of you body in his head on repeat. His breathing was un even as he closed his eyes, feeling the sweats he was wearing suddenly become uncomfortable. Running his hands through his thick curls he made his way back to his room.

You were finished changing, now sitting in the corner you had spotted earlier. Your chin rested on your forearms that were leaning on the windowsill. You watched the scenery out side. Fantasizing you and Peter, running and playing in the white, fluffy snow that covered the ground. You couldn’t help but think that you were a fool. How had you fallen so fast for a boy you just met one hour ago? But you could care less. You had never felt this way before, and you intend to make it last. Peter Parker was tattooed into your brain.

And tattoos never go away.

⌫

“What up,” Peter slid into the chair next to the one you sat in. It was the evening by now. You had spent the whole day exploring the avengers tower. Talking to some of the people you saw around. You started to really enjoy it there.

Currently you were sat in the living space, reading a book a lady you had met named Natasha has given you.

“Hey man of spiders.”

“Oh I’m never gonna get tired of you saying that with that voice of yours,” Peter admits. You blush at the complement.

“What you got planned for today?”

“Nothin’” you shrug, setting down your book, looking in to his beautiful eyes that you just couldn’t get enough of. You noticed him get flustered, making you smirk.

“Ok good. Make sure you keep it like that.”

That’s all he said as he quickly walked away, not giving you a chance to answer. You laughed to yourself and went back to your book. You weren’t able to focus on it though. Your mind kept going back to Peter and how much you wanted to kiss him all over and be with him. But you kept telling yourself to wait and that the day would come. You had no idea what he had planned but whatever it was, you were more then ready.

That night you were sitting on your bed, trying to learn how to use the phone Tony had given you that morning. You were in a pair of shorts with fluffy socks and a blue and yellow hoodie that you found on the couch in the room you were in earlier that day.

You herd a loud tapping on you window, causing your head to jolt up and look to see what it was. Walking over to the window you made out the shape that was there. It was peter, but he was holding some mask and wearing a blue and red suite. You assumed that it was his suite for the avengers, remembering that when Tony introduce you, he called him Spider-Man.

Rushing over, you popped the locks and opened the window.

“What the hell dude! You scared the shit out of me,” you whisper shouted at him, causing him to laughing.

“Look, I know I met you yesterday.. and this is the most cliché thing I will ever say. But I like you. Like really really like you. So please, give me this chance?”

You smiled at his words as your cheeks heated with the blood rushing to them. You nodded your head fast, letting out a giggle.

“Oh,” he let out a deep sigh, “good. I was scared you’d say no,” you chuckled nervously.

“Never,” you said with the same smile you had when you first met.

“Best part is, I get to spend the most of my time with you. We’re only seventeen,” he breathed through the grin spread across his face. Cheeks red with blush while his pink lips were chapped from the cold of the snow that fell around him as he stood outside your window.

“Come with me,” he held out his gloved hand,”trust me.”

You took his hand you slowly pulled you through the window.

⌫

You swung around town with your legs wrapped around his waist and you arms around his neck. Small screams leaving your lips whenever you would look down.

Peter landed onto of a very tall tower, letting you slip from his grasp. You stood and gazed at the breath taking view. City lights flashed all around you, cars honking and speeding past. The night sky dark. But the best part was the snow. Everything was covered in the thick white snow. Lifting your head you looked up into the sky at the snow that fell onto you face. Laughing escaped your lips and you spun around and ended up in Peter’s arms once agin.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I forgot you only had on shorts- and my hoodie,” the last part came out in a whisper.

You let a soft smile form, “I’m for Asgard. I can handle a little cold.”

“God I can’t get enough of you,” Peter said as he let his gloved hand slip around you neck as his other went to the small of your back, pulling you hips in to meet his.

Your hands rested on his biceps as one came up to the back of his head. The two of you stared at each other in comfortable silence.

“I really, really wanna kiss you right now.”

“Oh please do it man of spiders,” you both laughed for a second before Peter pulled you in for your lips to meet with his.

Your lips moved in-sync, like they were meant for each other. You felt his thumb slide across your chin before his lips parted from yours. Peter put his thumb on you lower lip, pulling it down as he smiled.

He moved his mother closer to yours, sticking out his tongue, letting it explore every part of your mouth it could reach before letting your lip go, allowing you to kiss back. You moaned into his mouth as you raised your leg to wrap around his waist. He grabbed the back of your thigh and raised it, squeezing it gently. Your lips trails off of his and to his ear as you started you grind you core onto his cock hard.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned into his ear, causing him to groan. His hands traveled to your ass, snaking and groping it.

That’s how you knew he wanted what you wanted just as bad. And oh man did you love being in love, young, dumb and seventeen.

Should I make a part 2… ;) lmk

[sofipitch]

Can I say how much I hated HATED the freaking “lEStAt oNlY kILleD eViLOeRs” retconning bullshit AR pulled in TVL??? I get that there has to be some retconning to make it work and some of it is well done but that in particular is ridiculous and I will never accept it as canon. I really enjoyed TVL until the paragraph where Lestat is quickly going thru the events in the first book and shits on Louis’ whole account of events it is so condescending. “I can’t blame him for misunderstanding me I guess and I forgive his mistakes and the outright lies he told about me cuz I love him. How could he know I only ever killed bad people tehe he was a mess it’s really not his fault” (still overall like the book)… I know it’s the Louis girl in me and Louis isn’t perfect by any means but nah what we aren’t gonna do is invalidate everything he said and every experience he had just because you became obsessed with Lestat and started hating Louis.

I agree 100% and I am also a Louis truther. Usually what Louis lies about in IWTV is his feelings, as well as simply leaving certain scenes that might be too personal out (only part of what Lestat said that I believe, they were happy and it was unfair of Louis to hand wave that time). I tend to believe what he says goes in terms of what happened, so I believe that if Lestat actually stuck to the principle of "eating the evildoer" he would have told Louis. Like Louis struggles with eating humans and Lestat is so visibly concerned and upset there's no way that if that's what he did he wouldn't tell and give that option to Louis. Like even if Louis can't read minds why couldn't Lestat pick out the evildoers and bring it to him?

Also there are just discrepancies in Lestat saying he only ate evildoers, the children Claudia brings Lestat full of laudanum are CHILDREN, I'm sorry I don't believe children/babies are a tabla rusa but I also don't believe they are capable of being evil. And there is really no other way for that scene to make sense, an adult passed out from drinking maybe but it just isn't the same in terms of "she brought him a child to feed on as revenge bc of what he did to her in making her". Lestat also is described as killing TONS of slaves when they burn down the plantation, simply bc they found out that Louis and Lestat are, you know, blood sucking murderers

I also just hate the whole evildoer thing in the first place. Lestat actually comes up with the idea on his own before he meets Marius but decides a lot of ppl might do evil or commit crime do to circumstance, namely poverty. Instead of deciding to eat the rich Lestat just decides evil is hard to define and abandons the idea. But when Marius tells him to do just what he rejected he goes "Aye aye boss 🫡" It was a dumb way for AR to write her way out of that philosophical quandary

AR also uses the whole evildoer thing to promote her own weird views, namely super anti drug (AR was DARE paying you off for this?) campaign, which can get a little, well racist. QOTD specifically mentions Armand going to Latin America to find drug dealers and steal their money, which it's not like drug lords aren't an issue but how is it that they came to mind first and not the American elite rich who own companies like Walmart? I also don't believe in the death penalty and yes these are serial killer books but AR really tries to sell you the idea that they are good and moral for killing "bad" ppl, and in PL mention having a dungeon stocked full of prisoners as food 💀 It's fun as a horror concept but I REALLY get the feeling through reading that AR thinks this is good and not extremely fucked up for these wealthy pharmaceutical company owning vampire (I'm describing one guy but they all get their wealth inhumanely, landlording mostly, which AR seems to think is an honest living) to just get to decide what crimes are deserving of death

[manic-pixies-dream-girl]

if i could fly

genre: fluff

word count: 0.9k

warnings/tags: fem!reader, longing, crying, uh idk

summary: this was a request for my one direction collection

anon - "Hey lovey I love your work and I love the idea of using one direction songs in Harry Potter x reader’s. I was thinking you could do one for George Weasley with “if I could fly” were the reader ( female) went horcrux hunting as she is close with the golden trio and it’s just about how they both feel when the other is not there beside them and maybe a happy but tearful reunion at the battle of hogwarts. Thank you!"

a/n: this was really fun to write and im so sorry that this took so long, i hope you enjoy!

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A soft yet raspy voice whispered poetry from above, a voice you knew all too well. The edges of your vision were consequently blurring from sleep.

You looked up from where your head was resting on his lap. He was holding a book off to the side so that he could look into your eyes. He held a small love-filled smile on his face, you wanted to cry at how angelic he looked at that moment. The tree leaves tucked far up out of reach behind him connected to the trunk he was leaning against. His hair contrasted the greens and browns, and the sun rays hit him with golden tints. He reached down and stroked your hair off of your face from where he noticed you had moved.

The snap of a twig breaking caused you to stir from where you were laid out on the grass. Only it wasn’t grass, it was morphing and fading away into duller palates. You looked up at him and he faded away too. A dream, the universe was taunting you.

You were in fact under a tree but in a winter forest, instead of a summer field with your boyfriend reading to you.

You took in your surroundings more carefully now that you'd woken. You shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the first place, it was your turn to keep watch on the tent.

You felt the weight of a book in your hand; the poetry. You caught sight of Harry in your peripheral vision moving closer. He was the one that had made the noise drawing you from the stupid dream.

You sat up from where you had slumped against the tree, there was a crick in your neck and knots of tension in your shoulders.

“Hey y/n, do you need me to take over?” He asked looking tired himself, though he was surprisingly better at staying awake than Ron, Hermione, and yourself. He’s sadly become used to it because of the nightmares and visions he had been having, now he was just seemingly more put off.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize how tired I was,” you answered with a small smile, “no need, I can finish my shift. What are you doing out here anyway?” Questioning his need to come out of the tent so late.

“Another dream. He has a Horcrux at Hogwarts, something to do with Ravenclaw I think.” He looked dazed thinking back to the dream, or vision of sorts. You let out a thoughtful hum and tucked a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

If you did have to return to Hogwarts then you’d be able to see George again after so long, months, without seeing each other. You wanted to cry at the thought of seeing him again after you had set off with the others so abruptly. You’d hardly been able to say goodbye before you had snuck out with the others to hunt for the pieces of Voldemort's soul.

You didn’t know how he’d react to seeing you again. The racing thoughts sobered you from your tiredness.

“When do we leave?” You voiced your thoughts to the green-eyed boy across from you. He met your eyes understanding that you missed George just as he missed Ginny.

“Soon we’ll need to use the tunnels from Hogsmeade to the castle to get in.” He uttered contemplating a plan in his head. “I’ll go wake Hermione and Ron, we need to get going as soon as we can.” He left me there against the tree wishing that it had been adorned with bright green leaves and a fire-haired boy underneath.

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George was asleep when he got the news that they needed to leave immediately for Hogwarts. He didn’t think about what the reason for the abruptness was. He was only thinking of her, that's all he seemed to ever do the past few months, he missed her. He missed her smile and her laughter, the way her hair was always messy in the morning, he missed her jokes and how she used to love helping with the stupid pranks he’d pull.

He loved her, loved the way that everything about her was utterly and irrevocably perfect.

He was still lost in thought when they’d arrived in the room of requirement with all of the others in the order. He crawled his way through the portrait and landed on his feet underneath it.

She saw a tuft of fiery red hair off to the side of her vision. She turned towards it hoping for the boy from under the tree.

Her heart dropped and butterflies erupted all at once. She ran to him without hesitation engulfing him into a breathtaking hug applied with the force of her run. She nearly toppled over the confused boy.

He caught her wavering slightly at the sudden intrusion. She was lightly sobbing tears of joy into his chest. He just hugged her harder and comforted his girlfriend.

He tugged her away from his chest and kissed her uncaring of the tears or the crowd of people around. You kissed for what felt like forever though it was only minutes.

He had his hands on the sides of your face as he tugged back to look at you. You could see it in his eyes, it was unmistakable that those eyes held so much love in them. You hoped your eyes were conveying the same feelings.

“I love you,” he murmured looking into your eyes, his glossing over from the overload of emotions, “now let's win this darling.” He said cheerfully with a smile that lit up your heart.

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[archxvxd]

Monster Schlong

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✧ Fun facts ✧

⤷ Y/N and Rumi have been housemates since they graduated HS. Neither on of them liked the idea of living alone so they got a place together.

⤷ Keigo was relieved Y/N didn’t ask questions about his relations with Dabi. He would’ve been forced to tell her that he was doing things with Dabi the same time they had their last deal going on

⤷ Dabi almost shit himself when he got that text from Y/N and he most certainly will NOT be on his best behavior when he responds, Sorry not sorry Keigo

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Episode 5 Synopsis: Y/N scolds her friends but with love. Keigo shares some interesting info about Dabi. President Kinoshita wants to make sure Y/N is being safe.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Lost & Found Synopsis: Y/N is the #4 hero and close friends with Hawks. When Hawks goes on a LOA from Hero Work due to a recent injury the Hero Commission decides to bring Y/N in as their new informant. Hawks sets up a meet n greet with his contact from the LoV, Dabi. What Y/N isn’t expecting is to come face to face with her assumed dead childhood best friend Touya Todoroki. Not realizing who she is due to a name change Y/N has to try and keep her identity hidden from the villain while trying to suppress old feelings that have begun to resurface.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Ep. Warnings: Suggestive language, like this ep gets p crude, mentions of abuse, mentions of injury, the chaos resumes

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Warnings: 18+, Smut, Violent Themes, Sexual Themes, Mentions of Trauma, Manipulative Behavior, Toxic Beahavior, Mentions and Use of Substances, Will add on as needed~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Genre: Social Media!AU, Smut, Crack, Fluff, Whole Lotta Chaos Prolly

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ A/N: Okay kinda sorry for the title but also not really bc I just had to😗✌🏼Tehe Y/N finally texted Dabi!! But you know I couldn’t give their first interaction to you guys right away😈 Anyways hope you all enjoy!! Taglist is still open!💘✨

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Taglist: @angelofdarkness1020 @vhskenma @unfortunately-fabtastic @1-800-s1mping @someweirdshitman @theskullgoddess @fukyouthink @firecet @dabisdominion @fandomqueensuniverse @sirachano0dles @galagcica @tanakaslastbraincell @avatarayeaye @a-damsel-butmakeitlesbian @amaranthine-daydream @lunamoonbby @overzealous-imagination @everything-sucks-doesnt-it @thegalxe @strawberrysalwa @ozzy-bozzy @keishinbaby @kyomihann @blkladyelle @moonlightaangel @husband-to-tomura-shigaraki @trashy-simp @livie-bug82108 @salty-satan @thesleepysphinx

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ BNHA Taglist: @the-fandoms-georgie