#I love the automatic “their a duo” when I see them in the wild“

[anglemenskenshi]

GAY PEOPLE<3

I CAN'T EVEN PLAY ONE MATCH OF APEX AS FUSE WITHOUT BEING SUCKER PUNCHED IN THE FACE BY POETIC FUSEHOUD RELATIONSHIP SURVIVING IN BATTLE.

I, say than you in match while playing fuse,

Fuse: *sappy and possible sexual comment*

Hound: not in battle walter

[s-solarisstar]

hii i have to say i LOVE you desktop/web theme btw -- anyway can u do something of the new task force? (the 2022 mw) like how to the reader came into contact when all or most of the main cast for mw

IM BACK. or we? not really its just Noelle :) But yes I can do this!

TF141 AND HOW THEY MET YOU

pairings: REBOOT Task Force 141 (aka MW2) if you want the Old one, please send a separate request!

notes: erm, hinted Mexican/Latine reader, hints to romance with a few but take it as you want (only if you squint except for maybe 1 or 2 where its obvious), and obv not proofread!

REBLOGS OVER LIKES!!!! if you enjoy REBLOG! (you'll automatically like don't worry baes)

Kate Laswell was the one who suggested you as an operative for the new task force. You were one of her best under her wing, and she had thought you would be a great addition to the team. After seeing your field success rate, General Shepherd was also on board with the idea especially since you had such good ties with the Mexican Special Forces.

John Price was the first operative you had met. He and Kate have always been on good terms so he took you in very quickly. Of course, as the founder and senior operator, he still had to be a bit more rigid on his fresh meat to ensure you could live up to the expectations Kate put on him of you. Price always supported you through the task force's most challenging parts of your career. Drinks after every (successful or not) mission were always a must between you two. Indeed, he was the most supportive of the bunch.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish landed number 1 on your list of getting along when you two immediately hit off. Your meeting was reasonably quick, only on the airfield before your mission in Las Almas alongside Alejandro. Cheesy remarks between you two were always a must and even after knowing each other for a few weeks at most, Soap was glad you joined. He admired you, both aspects on and off the field, always coming to you for advice whether that was personal issues or with combat. Often visiting of each other and purposefully being assigned with each other as often as you could were the best parts of the career on your new team.

While Simon "Ghost" Riley did not take a keen liking to you. Especially in the beginning when you let your mouth run wild about Las Almas. Irritated, he constantly made snarky comments on your work even when it was the cleanest you'd done. Your relationship was rocky from the get-go, even during the prison break for Alejandro and his boys, or even when you could see right through Philip Graves' lies and cameo. What changed everything was when Ghost missed his shot on Hassan, and you were on another building above and took Hassan out as a backup. At first, he was irate, not at you but at himself for making such a mistake and he eventually warmed up to you very, very slowly realizing you were the reason that the world wasn't in smithereens right then and there. Over time you two would become close, and you were one of the only people he opened up to about things -- he finally let his guard down.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick was all over the place. You had actually never met him until Chicago after the success with Hassan. You two didn't have much time to honestly know each other, but what brought you decently close, perhaps through drinks, was the constant interest in where each of you was. Every sip was a question about London, where he was from, or Las Almas, where you were. Questions on the London attacks and all Gaz's missions to your early career as border control to life with the Los Vaqueros. By your next mission, you two knew plenty about each other and had become a dynamic duo, particularly in stealth.

Even though Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo Parra were associates of Task Force 141, you had known these boys forever. Early border control had you talking to them frequently about troubles. You eventually left border control when Rudy suggested that you join his crew in the Mexican Army, and you gladly accepted his suggestion and joined. After the Las Almas Cartel fallout with Alejandro, the 3 of you became inseparable, and you and Rudy became Alejandro's second-in-command when Los Vaqueros were made. Kind, snarky, flirty, funny remarks almost always when you two worked, and you were a great help during the Borderline mission knowing the area well on the American side of the border. Even if you are now a full member of those (bloody Brits), you will always have close ties with your boys. You three had all collectively promised to go out multiple times yearly to catch up.

You never had correctly met associates Nikolai, Farah Karim, and Alex Keller, but stories were told about their bravery and how outstanding they were. You had plans to try and meet them sometime in your new career and always looked back on their choices to make your own.

[bluesylveon2]

Pokemon Adventures: A Levihan Crackfic

Summary: Levi and Hange end up in a Pokemon region, but it is not a normal one. Join the duo on their quest to find Rika with the help from Zozo and Cal. Will they make it out or will they be stuck in that world forever?

Disclaimer: Pokemon is a video game series developed by Game Freak and published by Nintendo.  Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha.

A/N: This fic was submitted in the @levihan-drabbles crackfic contest and won 1st place. Enjoy!

"Levi! Levi!"

Levi groaned as he opened his eyes. "Hange, you're being too loud."

Said woman let out an exasperated sigh. "Levi, you need to get up and see this."

Levi opened his eyes to see the bright blue sky. The atmosphere was very encouraging and definitely not the Survey Corps headquarters. He sat up and saw Hange standing next to him in her everyday clothing. 

"What the? Where are we?"

"Good morning. Glad to see that you're awake." A female voice spoke from the sky.

Levi's hands automatically moved towards his hips where his swords should be, but he found them missing. 

"I had to take precautions." The voice spoke. "Let's say that your swords would make your quest…too easy."

"Who the hell are you anyway? What quest are you talking about." Hange yelled out. 

"You do not need to worry about my identity. Just call me Alpha. This quest is bestowed to people every few years."

"Why us?" Levi asked suspiciously.

"It's in the script. Just roll with it. This quest will help you escape from this world."

Hange gasped. "What do you mean?"

"You humans are currently in a different world. This place is called the Faulty region, where creatures named Pokémon live. Your quest is to capture the five legendaries to reach the creator of the region, Rika, located at Xiao Pillar."

"Quests?! You took us out of our world for a goddamn quest! What's next? Are we demigods that go to summer camp?"

The voice sighed. "No, that is for another group. Anyways, back to your quest. I will each grant you a Pokémon and Pokeballs to help you during your journey."

Two bright lights appeared in front of Levi and Hange. It formed into two different shapes until it dissipated into a dog-like and a cat-like pokemon.

"Levi, your partner Pokémon is Cal, the cat. Hange, your partner Pokémon is Zozo, the dog. They will help guide you to each legendary."

Hange moved to speak but stopped when Levi grabbed her shoulder and pulled her close. 

"Are we going to listen to some random voice and go on a wild goose chase?" He whispered.

"What choice do we have? We need to get out of here, Levi." Hange replied back before standing up. 

"We will do your damn quest!" She yelled before going silent, a look of realization on her face. "Which way do we go first?"

"Don't worry about that. I will help you as well." Alpha said, and there was a boom of lightning hit the protagonists. 

Everything turned black.

---

And so, our heroes went to confront the first legendary, Cashew, a panda. 

"Is that her?" Levi asked with narrow eyes. He and Hange were hidden behind some bamboo trees watching a fluffy panda munch on mixed nuts. 

"For sure. Cashew matches the description we got." Hange nodded while holding up a strip of paper that said a panda who loves nuts. 

"Fine. Let's capture this damn Pokemon." Levi grumbled and began to march forward, with Cal following behind. 

"Levi! Watch your-"

CRUNCH

"Step." 

Levi stopped moving when Cashew suddenly turned to them. He picked up his foot to find that he had stepped on a walnut.

"Son of a-" 

"WHO GOES THERE?? THESE NUTS WEREN'T FREE, YOU KNOW?" The Pokemon roared as she held her stash close to her. Her brown orbies met Levi's dark grey ones. 

"YOU!! HOW DARE YOU STEP ON MY PRECIOUS NUTS??"

"Shit." Hange cursed. "This would be a lot easier if we had our gear."

"We have to be careful before Cashew summons Chikachironi. That's her dinosaur with bright red eyes, by the way." A new, feminine voice spoke from next to her. 

Hange whipped her head to find out the source. Levi was too far away, and the voice sounded pretty close.

Unless….

"Yeah, I know I can talk. Cal can, too, but that is beside the point. We need to save your friend." Zozo spoke quietly as the panda continued to yell at Levi. 

"How do we do that?"

Zozo smirked. "I have an idea."

Meanwhile, Cashew was chasing Levi during Hange and Zozo's talk. 

"GET BACK HERE, YOU FINE SPECIMEN OF A MAN!"

"I don't know if that is a threat or a compliment," Cal said to Levi from his shoulder.

Oh yeah, Levi knows that Cal can talk now. 

"I don't even want to know," Levi admitted. 

"CASHEW IS FUSTY!" Zozo yelled. 

Cashew and Levi stopped in their tracks. "What??"

"CASHEW IS FUSTY!" Hange joined in. 

White shock lines appeared around Cashew. "Me? Fusty?" she was very offended and began to head towards Hange's direction. "I will have you know that is not me, but Jess-" Cashew was enveloped in a bright red light before going into a Pokeball Levi threw at her. 

The ball shook once, twice, three times, and then stopped. 

Pokemon acquired: Cashew the panda. 

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With one Pokemon acquired, it was time for our protagonists to capture the next Pokemon, The Gabey.

"Man, this place is soft." Hange sighed while burying her face in the cloth. Levi thought finding this Pokemon was a little too easy. How hard would it be to find a gopher on a big mattress with no bed frame?

It was so easy, in fact, that Gabey appeared right in front of them. She eyed the duo curiously when a floating textbox appeared out of nowhere.

You are challenged by THE CHO CHO GABEY THE SEWAGE THE ATE THE KUYA THE KUYATE THE ADING THE FOSSIL THE BABYSITTER THE GAY BEE THE GOPHER THE ARTSIT THE FIC WRITER THE VA THE SINGER THE DOCTOR THE SORCERORR THE POPULAR THE PRETTIEDT THE TALEBTED THE AMAIZNG THE ONE WHO NEEDS SLEEP THE BOBO RHE GAGO THE SEWAGE RACCOON THE SECRETARY THE AUCTUONEER THE OEN WHO SLEPES IN VOCUE THE LEGEND THE GABEU THE CHIMKIN THE ANIMAL THE BABY PANDA THE CAT THE HIPPO THE DAYCARE CHILD THE QCTRESS THE NARCISISIT TEH PRINCESS THE ROYAL THE DETECTIBE THR FULM MAKER THR MUSICIAN THE MUSIC PRODUCER THE SEWGAY THE THIEDWHEEL THE TRAIN CONDUCTOR THE SWAG GAE GHE ANGST MAKER THE IMAGINATOR THE SADIST THE GOD THE JUDGE THE DEBATOR THE SENATOR THE PRESIDENT- 

The text stopped when Levi threw a Pokeball at The Gabey. The ball shook three times before clicking, indicating that the Pokemon was caught. 

Hange looked up at Levi with a confused look on her face. 

"What? The text was too long."

Pokemon acquired: THE CHO CHO GABEY THE SEWAGE THE ATE THE KUYA THE KUYATE THE ADING THE FOSSIL THE BABYSITTER THE GAY BEE THE GOPHER THE ARTSIT THE FIC WRITER THE VA THE SINGER THE DOCTOR THE SORCERORR THE POPULAR THE PRETTIEDT THE TALEBTED THE AMAIZNG THE ONE WHO NEEDS SLEEP THE BOBO RHE GAGO THE SEWAGE RACCOON THE SECRETARY THE AUCTUONEER THE OEN WHO SLEPES IN VOCUE THE LEGEND THE GABEU THE CHIMKIN THE ANIMAL THE BABY PANDA THE CAT THE HIPPO THE DAYCARE CHILD THE QCTRESS THE NARCISISIT TEH PRINCESS THE ROYAL THE DETECTIBE THR FULM MAKER THR MUSICIAN THE MUSIC PRODUCER THE SEWGAY THE THIEDWHEEL THE TRAIN CONDUCTOR THE SWAG GAE GHE ANGST-

"We get it!" 

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Levi and Hange caught Cashew and the Gabey! It is time to capture the third Pokemon, Moon (not the actual moon but how cool would that be?)

"Capture the Moon with Tchaikovsky's tune." Hange read aloud while heading into town. 

"Tsk, are we actually going up to space?" Levi wondered because Ymir knew that there was no way they could get to the moon with their current technology.

Hange shook hee head. "I don't think so. Look," she pointed at the M in Moon. "That is capitalized, meaning it's not the moon, but it could be the pokemon's name." 

"Could be. Who is" Levi squinted. "Chai kov sky?"

A sudden rumbling appeared out of nowhere, startling both Levi and Hange. 

"What is going on?" Hange asked while holding onto Levi for dear life. 

"DID SPMENE SYA TCHAIKOVSKY?" a feminine voice yelled behind the "Welcome to Votkinsk" sign. 

"What did she say?" Levi asked, unsure about what that voice said. That was until a crescent moon appeared in front of them. 

Cal and Zozo stepped forward. "We speak Moon, so we can translate for you," Cal said.

"She asked if someone said, Tchaikovsky." Zozo translated. 

"TCHAIKOVSKY!!! TVR GRWTEDY CPMPOSWT OF THR LIFETNE?" 

"Tchaikovsky! The greatest composer of the lifetime." 

"Who is Tchaikovsky?" Levi asked with genuine confusion. He was not familiar with these names or music in general. 

Moon gasped, clearly offended. "NNRIDIRJ YPU DINT KNOW WHO HE IZ? TCHAOKOVKSY WAS AN AMAAZING COMPOSER WHO WAS BORJ IN MAY 7, 1840. HE WAS BERY EMOTIONAL AND DESPITE NOT LIKING SOKENOF HIS MUSIC, HE STILL WAS ABLE TO CREATE WONFERFUL COMPOSISITONS THAT WE CAN ENJOY TODAY <3" (source: DM with Moon)

“Keyboard smash. You don’t know who he is? Tchaikovsky was an amazing composer who was born on May 7, 1840. He was very emotional and despite not liking some of his music, he still was able to create wonderful compositions that we can enjoy today <3.”

Hange's eyes lit up with interest. "That's interesting! What is your favorite song?"

Moon gasped. "TCHAIKOVSKY SERENADE FOR STRINGS IN C MAJOR :DD!" (source: DM with Moon). She smiled as she pulled a violin out of thin air. "I CSN PLAU IT FOE YOU IF YOI WZNR?"

(Levi began to question where a moon would keep a violin but was too stunned to ask)

"She is asking if she can play Serenade for Strings in C Major for us."

"Of course!" Hange beamed. "My friend and I would love to hear it." 

Levi frowned slightly. "We do?"

"We do," Hange said with an elbow jab.

"OH THDNK YOU! YKU HAVE NO IDWD HOW LONG SUBVR I LADT PLATED! I CAN GP WUTH YIR AS AN AEATD FOR LISTNING TO ME PLAY.”

"She says it’s been a while since she last played. She is thanking us and she agrees to come with us after we listen to her play."

Moon set up her instrument into position (how?) and began to play. (Moon, I am literally listening to the song at 10 pm on a work night). The Pokemon kept playing until the last note. The music put Hange and Levi at ease with its intense and poetic tune.

"Ahh. Tchaikovsky. Such a wonderful composer." She sighed. Meanwhile, everyone was too shocked by Moon speaking clearly and not with all caps or keyboard smashes. "Anyways, I promised to join you. Cal." Moon said while directing her attention to the cat. "Can you take a Pokeball out of your trainer's bag so I can go in it?"

Cal brought over a Pokeball for Moon. The Pokemon tapped the top and disappeared in the red light. Everyone watched in silence as the legendary was caught.

"So.." Zozo started. "Looks like you two didn't have to do a pokemon battle anyway."

"What is a pokemon battle? Do we actually fight Pokemon?" Levi asked. To him, it was hand-on-hand combat like when he used to live in the Underground. 

Cal sighed. "I'll explain it to you later."  

Pokemon acquired: MOON TCHAIKOVSKY 

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Our heroes find themselves going into a meadow to get the next legendary, Jess. Boy, are they in for a surprise!

"I wonder what Alpha means by surprise?" Hange spoke aloud as they entered the meadow. The only hint they received from the narrator for this legendary was one word: oui. 

"It better be a good surprise," Levi mumbled, his eyes searching for the legendary amongst the pink and white flowers. Maybe it was tiny?"

"Are you Levi and Hange?" a female voice spoke up next to Levi's feet. His eyes trailed down to find a long tail and blue fur. Levi was familiar with these creatures from the Underground. Yet, he could not help but shiver from the sight of it. 

"A RAT!" Levi yelled. He wished then and there that he had his swords or a broom. 

The rat jumped out of fear. Jess began to wave her paws around. "No, no, sir! I am Jess, the legendary that you are looking for!"

"Filthy." Levi frowned. A depression cloud began to form around Jess, and Hange noticed.

"Hey. It's okay. My friend is a little bit of a clean freak." Hange cooed in an attempt to cheer up the rat.

"If you say so."

Suddenly, a boom of lightning appeared, filling the area with smoke. Levi and Hange coughed from the dust and opened their eyes to see…another rat?

Levi fainted right on the spot. 

"What the??" Hange said with confusion, completely ignoring Levi. 

The other rat, a black and white one, was not happy. "WHAT THE HECK RIKA?!"

Jess' ears perked up from recognition. "Ness? Is that you? What are you doing here?"

"Well, one minute, Rika tried to convince me to watch some show; the next minute, I'M A RAT!"

Jess tilted her head. "Wait. I'm extremely confused?"

"You're confused?? I'm fucking confused, bro!" (Sorry, Ness. I had to put the TikTok reference, lol)

"I don't understand why Rika would send you here? She already has a rat legendary unless you're replacing me?"

"Oh heck no!" Ness exclaimed before turning to the protagonists. "You two." She pointed to Hange, who was not tending to Levi, with her paws. "You are trying to get to Rika, right?"

Hange nodded, unsure about what in the world was going on. 

"Good. Let me go with you so I can show her a piece of my mind." The rat used her tail to swipe Hange's bag, causing a Pokeball to fall on the ground with a plop. She scurried over, touched it, and disappeared in a red beam into the ball. It shook three times before coming to a stop.

Jess, who was silent the entire time, finally decided to speak. "I guess I will just go with you now?"

Pokemon acquired: Jess and Ness(?) Hey, that rhymes!

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Now that our heroes have captured four (not including Ness) out of the five legendaries, they just need to capture one more legendary before meeting Rika.

"Do you have to narrate the entire journey?" Levi whispered to Hange with a frown on his face. 

"Yes. I am just reading off the script." Alpha's voice replied, causing Levi to frown even more.

"Cheer up, Levi." Hange smiled and looped her arm around the man's shoulders. "Maybe someone is reading about our quest, which is why Alpha is narrating it."

Levi rolled his eyes. "That sounds like bullshit."

"You never know." Cal and Zozo spoke up simultaneously, a small smile evident on their faces. 

The group continued walking until they stumbled on a forest filled with various berry trees. There were blue oran berries, red razz berries, yellow and orange figy berries, pink pecha berries, and more! The whole forest ran as far as the eye could see. 

"So, how do we find the legendary here?" Hange asked aloud to Levi. They had received a paper from Alpha, but the hint was very vague. It had only said to find the berry forest, and that was it. 

"I can help with that," Zozo spoke up from Hange's side before running off to climb up an aspear berry tree. She plucked the yellow fruit off the tree and returned back to Hange. She set the aspear berry down in front of her trainer's feet. "There is a reason why this legendary resides in a berry forest. Deep within it is Bibble's shrine. All we have to do is collect some berries and give them to her as an offering."

"Bibble? What kind of name is Bibble?" Levi asked.

"Long story short, it's the name they chose when they decided to be a god. Don't ask why." Cal admitted. Hange and Levi stared at the cat and blinked. 

"Okay… Let's go find some berries." Hange smiled and walked off with Zozo. Levi followed suit with Cal. 

The duo split up to tackle multiple trees. It was not long before the trainers gathered a generous amount of berries for Bibble. 

"I will lead you all to Bibble's shrine. Just set the berries down in front of it, and she will show up in no time." Zozo said and walked ahead of their group. They continued walking until they saw a small, wooden shrine in a grassy clearing. Hange and Levi walked to its front and set their berries down. 

They waited

And waited

And waited 

"Are those for me? Don't mind if I do." A deep, jazzy-like male voice asked from behind a tree.

"Oh no…Bibble must have eaten a razz berry." Cal sweatdropped.

"What do you mean?" Levi asked.

"Sometimes berries can affect Bibble's voice. It is not often, but it occasionally happens."

Suddenly, a small pink and blue puffball thing with wings appeared and examined the berry pile. 

"Ooo, the Bibble is very pleased. I am going to eat well tonight." They grinned before picking up and taking a bite of a juicy, yellow pinap berry. 

The group watched closely to see how this berry would affect the Pokémon. They did not expect an opera singer's voice to come out.

"Are you the travelers that Rika mentioned?" Bibble asked while turning to greet her guests.

Hange and Levi nodded, unaware and confused about what was happening. 

"Ahh, that is slay. Very slay indeed. Okay, I will accompany you on your journey under one condition. You must say "praise the Bibble," and that is it."

"That's it? We're supposed to bow down to a floating rat (I'm sorry, Ash!) with wings?" Levi asked.

Bibble frowned. "Are you challenging my authority? You need ME to get out of here Shorty."  

Hange rolled her eyes before grabbing the back of Levi's head and pushing him down, forcing him to bow. "All hail lord Bibble." She chanted and glared at Levi to do the same. Levi sighed and joined in.

Bibble smirked with glee. "That is more like it! I will join you on your quest." The Pokemon flew over to Hange’s bag, grabbed a Pokeball, and disappeared inside it. 

Pokémon acquired: Lord Bibble.

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Now that our heroes caught all the Pokemon needed, it is finally time to meet with Rika, the creator of the Faulty region. Will our heroes make it back to their world, or will they be stuck in this world forever? Stay tuned in to find out!

"I never expected there to be so many stairs," Hange complained aloud, the sun shining brightly, causing everyone to sweat. The whole group, including the caught legendaries, trailed along behind her. 

"Tell me about it," Zozo grumbled.

The group stopped in an area with twelve empty granite pedestals (five lower ones and six higher ones) with a throne at the very top. 

"So, how do we summon Rika?" Levi whispered to Cal. 

"The others know what to do. We just have to sit and wait." 

The five legendaries, minus Ness, separated until they stood on top of the five lower pillars. They all began to glow with different colors as the sky became dark. The legendaries began to sing Careless Whisper while Cashew played her saxophone (like Moon, she pulled the instrument out of thin air). Alpha's voice boomed across the sky.

"Rika! Hear us! We summon you!"

Levi and Hange watched in awe as a bright light ripped through the clouds. A girl wearing purple and white clothing with blue accents (think Xiao for this) appeared floating in the sky. She had her eyes closed as she descended down until she sat on the throne. The girl opened her eyes, revealing her yellow topaz orbs. Cal, Zozo, and Ness (although reluctantly) immediately bowed to her. Levi and Hange followed suit. 

"Welcome. You all can rise." She commanded with a soothing voice. Rika turned her attention to the humans. "My name is Rika. You must be Levi and Hange. I heard so much about you." she smiled. 

Hange made a move to speak but was interrupted by Ness. 

"Hey, Rika! You got some explaining to do! Why am I a rat? It should be you!"

Rika tilted her head, feigning innocence and trying to hold back a laugh. "What do you mean? I think the new look suits you."

"You little!"

Rika snapped her fingers, and Ness stopped talking. The rat opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Meanwhile, the five legendaries (minus Cashew because Ness is her spouse), Zozo, and Cal tried so hard not to laugh from their seats. 

Angered by being muted, Ness began to charge at Rika until she snapped again. This time, Ness ran straight into a wall. She tried to run back to charge but realized she could only go back one foot. In short, Rika put Ness in an invisible box. 

Rika turned back to Levi and Hange. "Now. where were we?"

"We were promised by the damn narrator that you will take us back to our world," Levi said, getting straight to the point.

"Ahh, right. Alpha did promise that. Very well, your wish is my command." 

"Wait." Hange stepped forward. "Why were we the ones sent to this world? What caused us to go here?"

Rika smiled as if remembering something. "I had a feeling you would ask that. To be honest, the reason you are here is out of coincidence. My six mythical friends (the mythical Pokemon being Sav, Anna, Min, Julia, Amanda, and Jaxx) randomly decided on you two to enter this world and go on an adventure. I assure you that they do this all the time, but they do not mean any harm."

"That's it? It was out of luck?"

Rika nodded. "That is correct."

Hange let out a loud sigh. "Well, that is great! Here I thought that we would be stuck here until we die." She then turned to Levi and held out her hand. "Let's go home."

Levi grabbed her hand. "I agree," he said with a small smile. He then turned to the five legendaries and Cal. "I am going to miss you all."

"Same here! I will miss you the most, Zozo." Hange added. 

Everyone said their goodbyes to the humans while Zozo and Cal left their side to stand next to Rika. 

"Goodbye, and I wish you luck in your world." Rika snapped her fingers again, and everything turned black. 

---

"Oi Hange. Get up." 

Hange grumbled incoherently and turned away from Levi. "Five more minutes."

"No," he said. He proceeded to pick up Hange and throw her over his shoulder. "I do not want you to miss breakfast again." 

"You could have at least brought me breakfast in bed," Hange whined as they left her room.

"No thanks." 

It was silent as Levi made his way through the corridor. Both of them had the same thought in their heads. Was that all a dream? 

"Hey, Levi. Did you dream that you and I went to another world?"

Levi hummed in agreement. "I think it was just a fever dream. Nothing more."

"You think it is our minds playing with us?" 

"Maybe."

Hange stayed silent. Although everything felt like a dream, it was actually fun to go on an adventure with Levi and a group of people. Maybe she could set up one with the 104 kids?

"Whatever you are thinking in your head, save that for another time." Levi randomly said as if he had read her mind.

"Oh, come on, Levi! It would be so much fun."

"We'll see." a small smile adorned Levi's face. He never disagreed with the idea, but he did not agree with it yet.

---

Meanwhile, a few years later. 

A man with long black hair and wearing a half and half haori groaned on his spot. He had a pounding headache and felt something or someone poking his cheek. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep after a long night fighting some demons.

"Ara ara, Tomioka-san~. I see that you are finally awake. I need you to help me out with something."

Tomioka opened his eyes to find the Insect Hashira, Shinobu, looking down at him and poking his cheek. The sky behind her was very bright and unfamiliar to the Water Hashira. 

“Shinobu? Where are we?”

"Welcome, heroes!" A female voice suddenly called out from the sky.

What the? 

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Credits:

Narrator: AlphaDogg

Humans:

Levi Ackerman

Hange Zoe

Pokémon:

Partner Pokemon: Zozo: @oyzoe and Cal @gaygemtheirs

Legendaries: Rika: @pinkweirdsunsets, Ness: @glassesandswords, Cashew: @immagoudaboi, The Gabey: @malunggaybe, Jess: me, Moon: @snudootchaikovsky, Bibble: @lordbib

The Seven OG Members: @aphee-sheiz, @tundrainafrica, @hanjinoyume, @halcyonstorm, Julia, and Jaxx (idk their tumblr or socials 😭)

Special guests:

Tomioka Giyuu

Shinobu Kocho

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[ilcaeryx]

Cascade [Gojo Satoru/Reader]

Summary: Satoru picks you up after a wild night in Tokyo’s party districts. While he’s dying to be more than your close friend, he won’t act until he’s certain you want him, too.

Tags: Gojo Satoru/Reader, Cute, Fluff, Humor, Slight angst, Nightlife, Pining, Pre-relationship

Word Count: Almost 2k

Author’s Note: Feels good to complete something. I listened to The Rose’s cover of ILYSB while writing this.

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Gojo Satoru’s 1AM drive to one of Tokyo’s nightlife district was strictly for serious business. While he would fit into the crowd of youthful people enjoying the neon stinging their eyes and body contact with at least four strangers at all times, he had zero intentions on partying. Indeed, his sole mission was to retrieve a package – that package being you.

Lulled into rumination by the car engines constant humming, Satoru pondered about your occupation of his mind. Even though his days were busy, he would associate the concept of you with quite literally anything. Bickering with the higher ups? He could envision himself cranking up the drama as he told you the story, smiling smugly inwards at you cooking him comfort food to soothe ‘his stressful day’. Whenever something hilarious or crazy happened, he would automatically think ‘I’ll tell Y/N this later’. One would expect it would annoy him but it was not the case; Satoru was entertained by his daily fantasies, very much enthralled by the walking-on-clouds-feeling his body would produce during his mental escapades. If one Y/N thought equalled one endorphin molecule, he was experiencing a cascade.

His first thought after awakening every morning was your face between his palms, his fingers frigid against your temples. If things between you two ever developed, one day your face would be his first experience that day, every day for the rest of his life. Right now, Satoru would pin your relationship as close friends. As much as he would overinterpret your behaviour towards him, he was quite certain you were not interested in discovering whatever else could unfold between the two of you. Not yet, his positive inner self protested. Maybe never, his negative inner self retorted.

Despite his conflicting emotions, he gathered himself up into a presentable version of himself while he walked to the nightclub your friend had mentioned. Your safety was his number one priority right now, regardless if you were into him romantically or not.

~~~

“Text me when you’re home!” you yelled over the pulsating music, bidding your friend farewell by blowing her a kiss. In a dramatic motion, she caught the invisible kiss in her palm and clutched it against her chest.

“I will! Stay safe, bitch!” she screeched back before submerging into the human current outside the club, her cursed energy swashing to and fro like a solar flare.

Even though his evening had been a cozy movie-night in his bedroom, Satoru’s limbs felt heavy from looking at you. With your shoulders drooping and hands massaging your left thigh, you were finally punished from dancing non-stop all evening. Indeed, your hair clung to your forehead, neck and upper arms, intermingling with the shining perspiration on your skin. Nevertheless, you seemed to relish in whatever banger was playing inside as you were gently swaying side to side.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you said, pre-emptively shushing him with your index finger in the air. “But I’ll take a shower once I’m home.”

“I was actually thinking that I should’ve brought a towel, considering that your sweat’ll soak the car seat,” he said and tucked some slick strands away from your face. Your mortified look cracked him up. “It’s fine, I’ll lend you my jacket.”

“Your expensive-ass jacket? Thanks, I’d rather freeze to death.”

He rolled back his shoulders as he slid his jacked halfway down his back, hands still in his pockets. A little disappointment tinged his tongue. “Are you sure? I warmed it up just for you.”

“Yeah, stop stripping and let’s get the hell out of here.” You smacked his back with an open hand, pushing him onwards. “God, I can’t wait until we get home. I’m so tired. Are we going to your place?”

Let’s not read into anything, Satoru thought. ‘Anything’ meant both your off-hand comment about his place and the fact that your hand remained steady on his back even after you two joined the crowd. Physical closeness wasn’t anything new between you but the context provided another layer of complexity to read into. Suddenly, being the completely sober adult in charge seemed like too heavy a responsibility for him...

Without meaning to, his back tensed up. “No, you weirdo. You can sleep off the alcohol in your own bed.”

You either weren’t bothered by his tenseness or you didn’t notice, as you shifted your hand around his waist. You carefully leaned against his arm. “Sounds boring. Don’t you want to talk all night?”

Like always, your presence burned his arm, enough that he was unable to feel the strangers he bumped into on his other side. This was a sign, right? Or were you flirting as a friend? In the past, he had people confess their ‘love’ for him and apparently they thought his teasing and touching meant he fancied them. Being extremely lovable wasn’t easy, especially not when any platonic affection could be re-constructed as romantic by the other part. You, too, were extremely lovable and affectionate… Had he been in your shoes, this proximity wouldn’t have had any romantic subtext. But unlike him, you had a good personality… This could be the night you two finally spoke about whatever was between you two.

Or the night where you lose a friend because of your stupidity, his negativity brought up.

It had a point. Yeah, you were a good person and a terrific friend – he’d be an idiot if he lost you. Compared to his co-workers and allies, you were awfully soft; he liked how you doted on him, even when he was a pain in the ass. If you rejected him now, your dynamic wouldn’t be the same and his life would be much harder for it.

“We can talk later today,” he said, his arm automatically shooting out to stop an accidental elbow-right-into-your-chest-accident. He settled his arm around your shoulder after giving the guy the evil guy through his glasses. Watch your limbs, man.!

“That was close,” you said, sighing. “Thank you, Satoru! I’m sorry about having to call you out this late, by the way. Did I wake up you?”

He both cursed and rejoiced on the inside now that you changed subject. “Couldn’t be helped that your friend had an emergency. Next time, try to wake me up later for an early breakfast instead.”

“Next time, you’re coming with us.”

His lips faltered slightly, smile not feeling as genuine. He adjusted the collar on his jacket to hide it. “To the nightclub?”

Your index finger jabbed into his side accusingly. “Anywhere! Last time we hung out was… uh…”

This was the first time in a few weeks you two had spoken in person by yourselves. As you both mostly met together with your friends, you tended to invite him whenever the gang planned something. He admitted to himself that he often declined because he only wanted your company, but you never offered to join him instead. Whenever he invited you out, you’d be perfectly alright with hanging out just the two of you, though.

“Two weeks ago?” He squinted into the lights of an incoming car. “It’s because of work but-“

“I’m not a hikikomori, you bastard – I’ve got a job too, but I’ll make time for you, you know?”

You’d make time for anyone, Satoru thought, somewhat discouraged.

The crowd thinned out as you entered the parking lot, though the place was jam-packed with cars. Both of you remained quiet as you passed by couples on the way to Satoru’s car. When you detached yourself from his side, he rustled your hair. You stood on your tippy-toes to return the favour, messing up his hair worse than he did yours. He liked seeing you struggle to reach his head, so he didn’t mind.

“I missed you, scarecrow,” you said, pinching his cheek. He elongated his smile to feel one knuckle touch his lips. “What is the gremlin and scarecrow duo without the scarecrow?”

~~~

Slumped against the window, you were peaceful the entire ride home. Every so often, Satoru would catch a glimpse of your sleepy face and his heart would clam up. He made the right decision in picking you up, even though he aged weeks in those twenty minutes you two had spoken. Your interactions followed a pattern: he’d look forward to meeting you, creating fantasies and expectations of what could be; when you were with him, he would attempt not to ruin your current friendship to the point where he’d feel sick; and whenever you two parted, he’d overindulge in his memories. In two days, he’d be prepared to undergo this rollercoaster once again.

He drove into your street and called your name.

You immediately woke up and looked outside. “What time is it?”

“Almost 2AM…” he exhaled deeply, hands falling into his lap. He still had to drive home, so he’d be in bed in 30 minutes.

“Everything hurts,” you said, bending forward to readjust your high heels. “My legs are killing me… I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I’m not sure I can walk now.”

He understood what the lilting tone at the end of your sentence meant and with great effort he stepped out of the car. Your giddiness as he opened the car-door on your side was intoxicating, as was the feeling of seeing you stretch your arms towards his neck. He cradled one arm below your thighs and one behind your back.

“Watch your head,” you chided softly into his ear, covering the top of his head as he carried you out of the car.

“Gimme keys.” Satoru leaned slightly backwards to account for your weight as you handed him the key to your apartment. With your bare arms against his neck, he would be surprised if you didn’t notice how his pulse rose.

Your apartment door opened and he stepped into darkness, shutting it behind his back.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled, heading for your bedroom with his shoes on. Your teeny apartment had a teeny bedroom with a single sized bed.

“Say, Satoru,” you said, your cheek pressed below his ear, “are you sure you don’t want to stay and talk?”

“Just go to sleep, Y/N.” Satoru leaned over your bed to carefully lay you down. Your grip on his neck loosened and he thought you’d comply until you kissed his neck, his soul almost as soft as your lips.

“What about now?” you asked and released your arms, falling onto your bed. Your hair spilled around you, a gloria around your tired face. “I’ll let you sleep in my bed, if you want to.”

Honestly, he wanted this. Everything he’d thought of earlier this night could become true if he gave in, which was insane enough to send his head swimming. He’d endure this cramped bed for you, even with his feet being colder than hell and his back aching from sleeping on his side. Gojo Satoru was more than ready.

However, he did not want this to backfire. What if you were simply too horny, lonely, exhausted or intoxicated to consider the consequences right now?

You rolled towards the wall, leaning on your side. Your eyelids fluttered weakly, your exhaustion almost overtaking your body and yet you found enough strength to pat the empty space beside you. “See, there’s space. I’ll always leave space for you.”

Ah, fuck it.

Satoru’s personality was bad; his attitude was self-indulgent; his morality was concrete grey; and his discipline when it came to you near non-existent. If you awoke tomorrow and found that you had fallen asleep with the love of your life – then great, you were both on the same page. If he had completely misunderstood your intentions, he would absolutely bullshit his way out of trouble, like he always did. Whatever, everything’d be alright someday.

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If you enjoyed this, give me a like/follow/reblog/comment/scream into the void. I hope everyone had a good New Year and let’s hope that 2021 is kind.

Started this 22/11/2020, finished 10/01/2021.

[neverendingdream111]

GENSHIN IMPACT AS IDOLS

- one of the groups consists of: Zhongli, Childe, Venti, Xiao, Diluc, Kaeya and Albedo

- Zhongli is the leader and the oldest obvsly and his smooth deep voice is to die for

- He's also the visual along with Albedo (tho everyone here is gorgeous, ngl)

- Childe constantly switches between rap and vocal, but he's mostly recognized for his amazing dancing (he's the main dancer for a reason)

- Venti is the main vocal and possibly writes most of their songs (sometimes Albedo helps him)

- Funnily enough, Venti is often confused for being the maknae while in reality he's the second oldest in the group

- Xiao is the main rapper

- He refuses to sing but would do it if asked (rarely)

- and he's the real maknae - even tho he hates it he can't do anything about it (and everyone, especially Venti and Childe, loves teasing him for it)

- Diluc and Kaeya are the other rappers along with Xiao and they are related in some way tho both refuse to reveal anything to the public (but everyone is convinced they're brothers)

- they don't get along most of the time and argue constantly, but it only amuses the rest of the members and the fans absolutely love their arguments bc it more often than not turns into a rap battle

- and let me tell you, they completely kill it

- then, we have Albedo. He and Zhongli are the most peaceful ones and most likely keep the team together bc if not those idiots would've caused absolute chaos eons ago

- His voice is angelic, everyone adores it

- Childe and Kaeya are the most chaotic duo especially together

- they have the stupidest ideas and like to mess around

- and they are perfectly aware of their god-like looks and also have the audacity to use it "against" their fans (not that anyone complains)

- they are partners in crime when it comes to teasing Diluc

- Kaeya does it on a daily basis and Childe found it funny and decided to join him on causing inconvenience to others, lol

- Xiao, even though he's an idol, hates interacting with humans but makes an exception for fanmeetings, concerts, interviews and such because Zhongli raised him right--

- he has a soft spot for cats and would have one at the dorm if it wasn't for Venti being allergic to them (although he doesn't see any problem with it)

- speaking of the dorm, it's the pure definition of destruction

- Childe and Kaeya being the little shits they are room together and they are that kind of roommates that would blast music on full volume in the middle of the night just because they felt like it (but obvsly they do it to summon a demon in the form of sleep deprived Diluc because they know he's a light sleeper)

- Venti at some point moved in with them bc he felt like it and it's totally not because Xiao kicked him out--

- Zhongli and Diluc share a room because they both know how to appreciate a moment of peace and they just like each other's company; their perfect afternoon on their day off is sitting there with a cup of tea each and exchanging stories they've heard and/or experienced

- Albedo is probably the only person Xiao would room with excluding Zhongli (and maybe Diluc but it's debatable) because he's calm and collected, doesn't talk too much unlike the other three and when he does talk it's nice to listen to him

- also, the sound of sketching calms him down

- Venti somehow lives in all of the rooms in the dorm. First he roomed with Xiao and Albedo, but he got kicked out by the maknae. Then he gravitated towards Zhongli and Diluc but after a few days the redhead got so annoyed with him he ended up with Childe and Kaeya. The three of them share a braincell, that's why they get along so well, but even though he lives with them he sometimes ends up in the other rooms but that's just him

- he likes a change of scenery, ehe

- Zhongli's the dad of the group

- whenever someone has a problem they automatically go to him

- also, even though they are a really chaotic group, they are equally capable of working together (main reason why they are so goddamn awesome on stage)

- Xiao might act like he doesn't care but he does. A lot

- every time one of his hyungs is having a bad day he subtly tries to cheer them up. He feels awkward with words in these moments and physical contact isn't really his forte but instead he does things like buying them their favorite snack, or opting to watch their favorite film with them (even if he absolutely hates it he still would watch it)

- everyone obvsly knows what he's doing and they appreciate it

- Childe and Kaeya actually aren't as easy-going as they like to appear on stage. They are really emotional human beings and are probably most affected by hate comments and such

- Diluc, as much as he despises their attitude and teasing he has to endure bc of them, cares about them a lot and usually he's the one to knock some sense in them when they believe the haters or just have a bad day. He may not like their behavior but he's not heartless and deems them as family (even tho he wouldn't admit it)

- Albedo isn't a lot older than Xiao, maybe something around a few months, so everyone thinks of him like a second maknae and just because he gives off the vibe, y'know

- He loves drawing and sometimes does a sketch of one of the members or recreates a fanart of them he saw on Pinterest (cue to the fans going wild)

- He, alongside with Diluc, often cooks for them. They both are amazing cooks and I refuse to believe otherwise

- Venti has a playlist prepared for every occasion and uses them accordingly

- he also has playlists dedicated to every member of the group and it's his way of cheering them up or being there for them when they are separated

- as for the run episodes, well.... It can be described in one word

- chaos

- they're even capable of riling Zhongli up!

- tho he mostly opts to watch the chaos from the sidelines, snickering under his breath, he ends up in the crossfire from time to time

- contrary to popular belief, the most competitive ones are Diluc and Xiao

- they are so set on winning they sometimes forget that it's all a game

- Childe once got an elbow to the face in one episode but still no one knows who did it (it was Kaeya--)

- Albedo is just... There, tho he does enjoy it. More than he would admit

- Childe and Kaeya are dying of laughter most of the time and do stupid things that probably only they understand which makes the other laugh harder

- and Venti absolutely loves being the host: it gives him a perfect view of his friends who half the time have no idea what the hell is going on and, of course, power

- the fanmeetings are just the other excuse for them to make fun of each other and fool around

- fans don't mind it one bit because it is honestly hilarious to watch the utter chaos unfold

- even when they are signing albums and merch they throw comments here and there to provoke the other

- especially Xiao bc he's a softie when it comes to their fans and as long as the girls don't do anything... Weird, he doesn't mind interacting with them and sometimes finds himself actually enjoying the contact

- while we're on the fanmeetings--

- Zhongli is absolutely wonderful. He's the kind to delicately hold your hand, look into you eyes and smile softly while focusing entirely on you and what you have to say, indulging into conversation as well

- if it wasn't for the staff members reminding him that the time's up, he would spend at least an hour with every fan

- Childe is so excited he grins so much his cheeks hurt, and would look at you like you just made his day. You can be stuttering, super nervous and anxious and he'd just say it's completely fine and that you should take your time, even if the staff says that you should move to the next member

- Venti is the one that talks a lot, but would shut up and listen to you. He especially likes playing with your hands or just some games like rock-paper-scissors

- he also loves it when some fans show him their singing and he encourages them to go on, synchronizing with them and making an amazing duet

- Xiao is, like I've said before, a big softie. He really appreciates the fact that people find their music nice and genuinely like to listen to it. Would probably ask you questions like "what's your favorite song?", "What do you think of this album *gestures to the one he just signed*" etc

- he DID wear cat ears once because a fan gave them to him and they looked kind of cute

- he didn't hear the end of it for two weeks minimum and Childe and Kaeya probably have the pic as their wallpapers

- Diluc is the most... normal one? I mean, he enjoys the meetings a lot, but he doesn't show his excitement as much as the others. Conversations with him are like talking to an old friend that understands you and it's just so... wholesome

- he's honestly surprised when he gets gifts from the fans. He does appreciate it of course, but he just doesn't really understand why you would go as far as to give him something for no particular reason please give him lots of love he needs it-

- Kaeya is the one with the audacity to flirt with you. Loves seeing the blush on your cheeks and just enjoys annoying people. Though he sometimes stops it out of mercy and opts to talk with you like a normal human being--

- most protective of their fans. Sees one in distress or being picked on, immediatly steps in or tells a staff member to handle the situation

- Albedo is somewhere between Zhongli and Diluc's behaviour tbh. He's really sweet, loves talking to the fans and gets super excited whenever one of them shows him a fanart - especially if it's an original idea

- now let's get to the best part

- as lovely and peaceful as they are on a daily basis, they turn into freakin devils on stage

- kind grandpa with a calming voice? Who's that? A goddamn satan entered the chat

- ooooh, the cat lover? Sorry, we only have a mf demon available

- don't even get me started on the Childe-Kaeya-Diluc trio--

- all in all, they may be annoying each other night and day but they still love one another like family and their bond only strengthens when they stand in the spotlight

I had this idea today and, well, it turned out like this, hope you enjoyed! I also may be doing some sort of continuation to this with Xingqiu, Chongyun, Razor and Bennett as a trainee idol group so let me know if you'd like something like this and if you have any ideas for other groups!

02.05.21

~Nana

[toomanyfandoms02]

Thoughts - Part 1 // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

This timeline is set around 2006 because that's when the actually 2nd season of Criminal Minds was going on. So Matthew is about 26.

Summary - Soulmate AU! Once you turn 18, you can hear some of your soulmates thoughts. And when you meet, your thoughts go silent for 30 seconds. Readers soulmate is quite the character. (Anything you see in bold is the other persons thought.)

Word count : 2.1k

This is kind of experimental lmao, lemme know if you like it :)))

"What was your first soulmate thought y/n?" I got this question often, everyone did. This time it was asked by a new friend of mine, we met in our cinematography class this semester at LAFS ( Los Angeles Film School ).

"I think my story is one of the more fun ones."

"I bet mines better." Her eyes held promise, but I wasn't sure she could beat me.

*It was currently 1:15 pm, and I was waiting patiently for my first soulmate thought. I was with my best friend Marley, we sat in the cafeteria of my college, mind you, surrounded by other people.*

*"What time were you born again?" She had asked the question so many times this hour, by the way she was bouncing, you would think that we were waiting for hers.*

*"1:19 pm for the last time Marley." I giggled, nudging her shoulder. I took a bite of the cupcake she had bought me for my birthday. It took no time for the clock to hit 1:19, I anxiously waited to hear something, anything.*

"Now disclaimer." I told my friend, who I now knew as Alex. "I knew that some people had reported that their first soulmate thoughts were kind of, *loud*. But I can tell you that I was severely unprepared."

*Only 30 seconds after my watch ticked past 1:19, I heard a near deafening screech in my head.*

***"What the fuck?!"** The thought was so obnoxious and loud that I spit the fluffy pastry from my mouth and directly onto the back of another person, holding tightly to my ears, this did not help.*

*"What's going on? What did they say?" Marley leaned over to me, rubbing my back with a horrified look. Not long after, the man I had spit on turned around with a furious look.*

*"Hey I'm so sorry." I choked out, waving a hand at the man. "My soulmate thought was painful." The man rolled his eyes with an angry huff, taking his cardigan off and turning back to his table.*

*"What did they say y/n?!" There she went again, bouncing like a dodgeball.*

*"What the fuck." My eyes darted to hers, narrowed slightly. She furrowed her brows at me. "He literally thought, what the fuck, so loudly."*

Alex was on the floor giggling like a fiend, she held her stomache as if her guts would spill out with so much joy.

"Nope, you're right." She could barely speak between laughter. "I can't beat that." She promptly wiped the tears from her eyes, composing herself. "So you haven't met him yet?" She let out a final sigh.

"Nope. When I meet him, I kinda wanna slap him." A sly smile made it's way onto my lips. "The little shit thinks the weirdest things! I have had to deal with his thoughts for 4 years, and I'm ready for the complete silent bliss when I meet him." I laid my head back on the couch.

**I would really like a fruit roll up right now.**

"Speak of the idiot, he really wants a fruit roll up right now." Alex shook her head at me.

"Maybe he will be funny?"

"We'll see about that. What was your first soulmate thought?"

-

Tonight was Marley and I's 'introduction night.' Similar to a movie night, we have a night every two weeks where we either introduce the other to a new show or movie, alternating turns.

"I think you'll like this one." She plopped onto the loveseat, nearly throwing and spilling the hot popcorn on me while grabbing the remote. "It's a crime show, just started last year so after this season we can just keep up with it. If you like it of course." The show was flipped onto the first episode, it was a man talking about an unsub, or unidentified subject. Then a younger guy walked in, interrupting him.

"Who is that guy?" The words flew from my mouth before I could even think them.

"Spencer Reid-"

"No, I mean his *real* name. He looks *so* familiar." It felt like my brain was eating itself alive, why did he look so familiar.

"I think his name is Matthew Gray Gubler." Marley shrugged, not taking her eyes off the screen.

"Has he been in anything else but this?"

"He models a lot. That's probably where you saw him." She pushed some magazines around on her coffee table and threw one at me. "He's on page 16, Hilfiger Jean's." I flipped to the page, seeing his face again.

"Wow, he is something else. I must have just unknowingly saw him in a magazine somewhere."

"I know! Once I saw him on here, I knew you would think he was cute too. Plus, he's a genius. I figured this would be another Peter Parker situation again." She teased, poking at my giant crush on Spiderman AKA Toby Maguire a few years ago.

"Shut up!" I snickered, throwing a pillow at her head. My own thoughts were interrupted by one that was not my own.

**I wish Halloween would come faster.**

"Its literally May." I whispered to myself, earning a weird look from Marley. This is the typical weird thought, Halloween is big on his mind.

I of course ended up loving the show. ~~And may or may not have had a huge crush on Spencer Reid already.~~

I informed Marley that we would most certainly be catching up on the show regularly, making that out new weekly thing for a while.

Though I could truly not get that Matthew guy out of my head, and I had a weird feeling it wasn't just because I thought he was super hot.

Matthew

**Who is Matthew Gray Gubler?**

The thought nearly made me spit out my coffee as I walked through the set. I knew for sure that wasn't my thought.

*No shit sherlock.*

Now *that* was my thought.

The question swirled around in my head, I really wanted to just think,

*I'm Matthew Gray Gubler!*

Just to make this whole process easier. Who knows if she could even actually *hear* it if I did answer her, or that she would believe me.

So lost in my train of thoughts, pun intended, I ran right into a punch cart.

"Holy shit!" The punch came spilling down right onto my khaki pants. I rested my forehead on the rim of my coffee mug. "I'm so sorry Terry, I was really caught up in my head."

"It's alright." He pulled a towel from his back pocket, throwing it onto the puddle that was forming on the wood floor. "Thinkin' about a girl?"

"Yes actually, thinking about my soulmate. Let me help you with that." I kneeled down on the floor, wiping up the spill. "Sorry again."

"It's all good Matthew." He dragged the cart to the opposite side of the room.

**Why can I not focus damnit?! This trip is suppose to be fun. Focus y/n. Focus!**

Y/n! I've never heard her name before. Maybe shes getting closer to me.

I set my coffee on the table of the reading room, pulling my script out and sitting next to AJ.

"You seem out of it today, are you feeling okay?" She tapped my shoulder. "I saw you run directly into the lunch cart." She clearly tried to suppress a giggle.

"How did you meet Nathan? How did you do it?" My script was not slammed onto the table, my hands pressed firmly on top of it.

"Are you worried about soulmates again? Matthew, she will come to you-"

"She said my name!!" My hands flailed wilding in the air. "I heard her think it! This sucks." I laughed a bit at the end, feeling ridiculous and vulnerable. Ask phone buzzed on the table, interrupting my dilemma.

"Well I hate to stop you in the middle of this debacle, but we have a film class coming in to observe, I guess sit was suppose to be a surprise." AJ shrugged with a pity smile, which is my least favorite version of a smile. I dramatically slammed my head on the back of my rolling chair, groaning like a child.

"Come on Gubler, we don't even have to do anything, we just have to act normal so they can observe. Let's go educate some college kids." She stood above me, patting my head and dragging my seat from the table a few inches. I reluctantly stood up and left the reading room.

To be clear, if it were any other day than the day that I found out my soulmates name, I would be totally in the game. I love teaching people, I love being an inspiration, but all I could think about was how close yet how far I was from meeting the love of my life. I shook it all off, physically and mentally, while heading to the set.

*Time to get my head in the game.*

I hope my soulmate heard that and started thinking of highschool musical.

-

"Action!" I held my prop gun in my hand while following Shermar, he proceeded to kick a door down that had a camera on the other side to capture it. The class that was observing sat on the other side of the door, seeing all of the behind the scenes that goes on during filming.

To avoid making direct eye contact with the camera, I often look right past it. So instead of making eye contact with the camera, I made it with a girl.

Then it was silent.

I stopped in the doorway, leading AJ to slam right into me on her way through the door.

"What the hell are you doing Matthew?"

"Cut!"

**You have got to be fucking kidding me.**

We did not break our stare, her eyes wide now with the realization.

*Wow.*

The girl sitting next to her was shaking her shoulder violently, but she sat unfazed.

"Can you excuse me for a second?" Bobby Roth, our director for the day looked at me like I was dumb, inevitably giving in.

"Whatever, take 5 guys."

I immediately waltzed past the cameraman and over to, who I could only assume, was my soulmate. The girl next to her was promptly slapping her arm and squealing like a pig, but she was giving her quite the death stare.

*She's my kind of girl already.*

Right as I thought that, she looke duo at me with a large grin and a tilt of the head.

*Shit.*

**Damn, even cuter in person.**

"Thank you." I couldn't suppress the automatic pep in my step meeting her. "I'm Matthew, you must be y/n?" It came out as a question because I was worried I would be wrong, and embarrass myself.

Which I've done, many times.

"You know my name?"

"I uh, I heard you think it." I pointed to my head, nodding awkwardly.

"You are so weird." She laughed, which made my face reddened more 3x more than I'm sure it already was.

"What?" I managed to murmur out.

"Well, you just think about weird stuff, mostly Halloween though." She was slowly smiling more as she spoke of me, which made my heart skip a few beats. She was so much more beautiful than I had pictured her. Her eyes held every intelligent thought that I had ever heard from her, and I knew right then that the eyes were the door to the soul. "Now that I'm here," she finally stood to my level, poking at my chest. "Do you wanna do a couples costume? This year?" She did a cute half shrug, as if I would say no.

"Oh my God, you really are my soulmate." I pulled her into a hug, a tight one, never wanting to let her go now that I'd found her.

"Alright guys! Let's go!" Bobby motioned everyone back to the set.

"Yeah, get out there *Spencer*." She patted her hand on my cheek. I didn't know if I hoped that she *did* see or *didn't* see how much I already liked her on my face, but I could feel the admiration spilling from my features.

"I- I'll talk to you after this!" I stumbled backwards from her, going back to the set and awkwardly running my back into the cameraman.

"Can't wait!" She waved with a flushed face, sitting back down next to her friend who was now shaking both of her shoulders violently.

*This is the best day of my life.*

**Same.**

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I've got a few more Soulmat AU ideas if you want more! I just don't know if theres any demand, so LEMME KNOW.

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels, Triple H x Fem Reader- "Titties & Beer" Part 1

Sorry for not posting a fanfic on Thursday.

I did type a fanfic that day and planned on posting it, but I didn't finish it.

I almost finished the fanfic yesterday, but I had these thoughts before finishing the fic.

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At the end of the year 1997, the former classy 1800's blueblood gentleman Hunter Hearst Helmsley was turning into what he'll still be known as today: Triple H.

No longer was he wearing those white, long sleeved button down dress shirts and carrying a cane, he started off by wearing short sleeved polo shirts, and eventually tight short sleeved T-shirts, black leather jackets and blue denim jeans.

He also acted differently too, from scoffing and turning his nose up at those lower than him who had bad manners, he suddenly became what he hated: spitting at the camera, acting rebellious and refusing to listen to authority.

He also joined up with one of the most iconic wrestlers of the 1990's and all time: Shawn Michaels, where they'd form a little duo, or rather trio, called D Generation X.

The reason I put "trio" is because Hunter's bodyguard Chyna was also a key member.

D Generation X were rebellious, obnoxious, out of control disrespectful cads who would do anything to annoy and anger people and refused to follow rules.

They're basically if oppositional defiant disorder was a person, or rather, people.

Some people could also say D Generation X were fratboys: uncouth, usually classless young men that are members of college fraternities.

Even though they didn't guzzle beer in the ring and party, DX did act rather fratboy-like, between mooning the crowd their asses, acting obnoxious and immature, and sexually objectifying women.

Since they acted like the fratboys you remember from high school and college, an idea popped into your head involving Shawn and Triple H.

You also thought of inviting Jeff Hardy to your rendezvous, since he and his brother wrestled in the WWF in December of '97, although he as well as his brother didn't play a character in the WWF at that time.

Jeff was and still is so damn hot and cute, but then you remembered Jeff wasn't old enough to drink then.

Then again, Jeff did lie about his age during the mid 1990's, and while no one drinks alcohol once they turn 21, Jeff wasn't the legal drinking age.

Besides, Jeff didn't play a fratboy at that time.

You also thought of inviting Billy Gunn, who was now in a wrestling duo known as the New Age Outlaws, but the New Age Outlaws really played Southerners who stole things, hence their names, not exactly fratboys (though fratboys can steal things).

And while Billy is handsome and the hot one in the New Age Outlaws, he isn't really that hot.

In December of 1997, after a time Shawn and Triple H acted like immature imbeciles on "Monday Night Raw", you shared with Triple H and Shawn an idea you had involving them.

Shawn smiled from ear to ear hearing your idea, and even Triple H liked your idea as well, and you talked with them over where they should do your agenda.

You talked over if you should do it in a hotel or motel room, that gives it more of the feel of being in a dorm since Triple H and Shawn are roleplaying as fratboys, but you're worried people next door will hear Shawn and Triple H chanting and shouting and won't be able to sleep.

Triple H, too, is worried about people next door hearing him and Shawn celebrating and cheering.

You did suggest doing it in your locker room or the wrestling locker room in general, though you are afraid other wrestlers might see what you, Shawn and Triple H are doing.

You're pretty sure most of the wrestling roster are sick of seeing you having sex in the locker rooms.

You decided to do it in a motel, since it adds to the roleplaying of being in a fratboy's dormitory.

Plus, you're booked to this motel to sleep in, so are Triple H and Shawn and most of the other WWF roster.

When you invited Triple H and Shawn to a motel room, you as well as they brought a 6 pack of beer cans and extra bottles of vodka and tequila, just in case you'd run out of one bottle of vodka and tequila.

Remember, fratboys are infamous for being partiers that get drunk, especially on beer.

After you, Shawn and Triple H were in the motel room, you crouched down to the floor until you were standing on your knees on the carpet while Triple H and Shawn stood in front of you.

Shawn and Triple H were both dressed in T-shirts and denim jeans, they both had their long hair hanging down, not having an elastic band tying back their hair in a ponytail.

You love the way they look like this and told them to look like this for the occasion.

Shawn and Triple H both grinned while looking down at you at the floor, their thumbs unbuttoning their jeans and sliding the zippers down.

Now, they didn't unbutton each others jeans, like Triple H unbuttoning Shawn's jeans and vice versa, as well as didn't zip each other's zippers down.

Your eyes were growing wide and wild whilst they unbuttoned and unzipped their jeans, only for them to grab the sides of their jeans and pull them down to their knees.

The roof of your mouth could nearly salivate seeing their cocks in front of you, your mouth spread an ear to ear smile seeing their penises in front of you, Shawn and Triple H can tell by the expression on your face that you're ready for their dicks.

Since fratboys are known for chugging down beer, you took your hands and wrapped your fingers around the bottom of Shawn and Triple H's shafts and pulled their penises closer to your face, specifically your mouth.

Your hands haven't touched the carpeted floor because you don't want your hands to touch Triple H and Shawn's penises after they've touched the filthy floor.

You made the tip of Shawn's penis enter your mouth first, where the tip of his penis was in between your lips and halfway inside your mouth.

You started sucking on his dick, letting his shaft get into your mouth this time, your mouth bobbing and going up and down his penis.

His cock was growing harder while you sucked his dick, blood swelling and circulating to his shaft, making his penis grow longer and stand taller.

Some precum leaked out of his slit and dripped onto your tongue as well as down your throat, some of his precum seeped into your tongue.

Shawn was smiling from ear to ear whilst you sucked on his penis, and if any precum was spilling out of his slit, your throat swallowed it, you also leaned your head back like you really are guzzling on a beer.

Shawn could hear the gulping noises your throat was making while sucking his penis, implying you're swallowing his precum.

Shawn and Triple H are really thinking about chanting "chug! chug! chug!" like they really are fratboys partying, you thought of them doing that as well, but not only are those chants unsexy, people next door will hear you.

Although, this is what fratboys do, or at least stereotypical ones: they chant "chug! chug! chug!" while someone chugs a beer or any other alcohol.

Was it necessary for you to wrap your fingers around Triple H's shaft, considering you're not doing anything with his penis right now besides holding it?

However, Triple H is getting an erection while he looks at you giving Shawn a blowjob, Trips' shaft has blood circulating into it and swelling it up, making it stand up.

Speaking of Triple H, he's smiling whilst he looks at you, though he is wondering deep inside why you're not masturbating his dick or anything despite holding his shaft.

Since you're busy sucking on Shawn's cock, Shawn lifted his hands and made them form an "x" shape at his wrists above his crotch, where he gently slammed those hands above his genitals, making sure not to knock the wind out of his stomach.

"Suck it!" he shouted while his hands were in that "x" shape crashing into his abdomen, thrusting his crotch out when he shouted that vulgar catchphrase.

He laughed and cackled a bit after he shouted that obscene quote, even Triple H couldn't keep a straight face and he burst a bit into laughter as well.

Their laughter was spreading to you, you couldn't help but crack a little smile while you had his cock in your mouth.

And you did try to continue sucking it, sucking his cock and swallowing any precum trickling out of his shaft.

When you sucked his penis, you didn't lick precum off of his shaft, since you're basically chugging down his precum like it's a beer.

Shawn's hands separated from each other and made chopping motions at his cum gutters as they're called, his hands forming a "v" shape this time at his crotch.

"Suck it!" he repeated while his hands made chopping motions and formed a "v" shape pointing at his crotch, thrusting and pushing his genitals forward while he shouted that vulgar phrase.

And you obeyed him, still continuing to suck onto his penis, gulping his precum down your throat.

You sucked his cock for a while after hearing him shout that, giving yourself time to suck his penis.

Triple H's hands joined together and crossed at the wrist, making an "x" shape, where he slammed those hands into the area above his crotch but below his abdomen, not slamming them too hard.

"Suck it!" Triple H exclaimed, smiling when he shouted that and while he slammed his hands above his genitals in an "x" shape.

Your peripheral vision could see Triple H's hands form an "x" shape and crash a few inches above his private parts, and since Triple H hasn't had his cock sucked yet, you shifted your head, face and mouth over to Triple H's penis, letting his penis inside your mouth this time.

Your lips were wrapped around the head of his cock and eventually his shaft, where you sucked on his dick, feeling how hard his penis was.

Your mouth was automatically elevating up his shaft while you sucked it, precum began to spill out of his slit and seep into your tongue.

Your throat was there to swallow any precum that spilled out of his shaft, gulping and chugging it down.

Does Triple H and Shawn really need to shout "suck it!" while they crotch chop at you?

You know what their gesture means without the words!

Triple H's hands separated from each other and made chopping motions towards his penis, his hands forming a "v" shape this time.

"Suck it!" he repeated again while his hands made that "v" shape and chopping motion at his genitals, and since his penis was in your mouth, he made his crotch push and thrust when he shouted "suck it!".

Shawn laughed when Triple H shouted that, Trips grinned while he exclaimed that quote.

Wonder if people next door hear Triple H and Shawn shout that vulgar quote?

Triple H's hands moved up and down at his private area, not masturbating his dick, but his hands made these chopping motions while still forming a "v" shape" when the tips of his fingers pointed at his crotch, basically doing NWO's crotch chop.

His hands did this over and over without shouting "suck it", even though it's so sexy when he shouts that vulgar catchphrase DX will always be remembered for.

And you listened to him, sucking his cock for a while, swallowing his precum and not licking his shaft.

Some people guzzle beer with 2 or more cans or bottles, just look at Stone Cold Steve Austin or ECW's Sandman.

When you reached the top of his penis, you pulled your face away from his cock and turned your head in between Shawn and Triple H's dicks.

You opened and widened your mouth as much as you could and tilted your head back, where while you still gripped onto their shafts, pulled their dicks, specifically the heads of their penises, closer to your mouth, although their penis heads were already quite close to your mouth.

You pulled their penis heads underneath your top row of teeth, where you proceeded to masturbate their shafts, pumping up and down their hard erections.

Your fingers rotated around their shafts when you jacked them off, your fingers could feel how wet their boners are thanks to being in your moist mouth, as well as some of their precum probably trickling down their shafts.

Their penis heads are pointing and aiming at your mouth, into your mouth.

Some of their precum did get into your mouth, but it is rather difficult.

You shut your eyes just in case they jizz on your face, when you get cum in your eyes, it hurts.

Shawn and Triple H saw you jacking their cocks off and pointing them into your mouth, they both smiled from ear to ear at this.

[jackedspicer]

a bio for my xiaolinsona! she’s a work in progress so i’m bound to come back and change it. trivia and more in depth information is under the readmore :)

continued trivia:

she’d show up somewhere near the start of season 4

she’s used a LOT for slapstick. in fact she’s mostly a comic relief character

she’s guided mainly by emotions, is right brain oriented, and is a hands-on learner

there is a running gag where she frequently has bandaids on her fingers, hands, arms, or anywhere really

she’s a massive funk junkie. LOVES disco. she’s also a great dancer

when she comes up with xiaolin showdowns, sometimes she’ll base it off of fun recreational activities or things that seem harmlessly mundane, like mini golf..... tic tac toe.....dance-off...... rock paper scissors..... the showdowns themselves obviously end up being high-stakes and lethal as they always are, except they’re based off of goofy premises

she’s probably musically accented by grunge that’s slightly funky

when it’s funny, she occasionally will use huge words or make jarringly philosophical statements, eg patrick star’s “the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma” cut to footage of milk spilling

shes a lot like charlie kelly. in general. any charlie moment is just. Her. she’s a wild card and screams every line and huffs glue and tries to get the honey out of a hornets nest outside of jacks house because she thinks hornets make honey and she likes ghouls and she genocides the rats in his basement and sleeps ass to ass with him and is illiterate

she likes to do arts and crafts but they almost always come out as abominations. she’ll occasionally borrow some of jack’s tools to construct her latest atrocity, and she’ll refer to them by a wrong/made up name while she’s at it. “the hacksaw duey”, “the electric hole puncher,” ”the automatic pizza cutter”, etc. yes the projects and the bandaids have a direct cause and effect relationship. please refer to this video (and this channel in general)

imagine her sitting at a table and just doing this in jack’s lair... this video alone can be used to sum up so much of her. the technique. the bandaids. the blatantly wrong information that’s said with such conviction. the dark turn towards the end of the video. “superfluous protrusion.” the way it ends

continued trivia pt. 2, taken from my instagram

(i’ll get into this more further down the post)

fighting style because this is xiaolin showdown:

she has a very nimble, disorienting style of combat. using pokemon stats as an analogy, her highest would be speed by far, followed by attack, with her lowest stats being defense and special attack. this combined with her unrelenting nature makes her an excellent distraction and a general nuisance, but she doesn’t fare well in prolonged head to head battle.

favorite shen gong wu: 

monkey staff, mikado arms, fancy feet, neptune helmet, hoduko mouse, woozy shooter (on herself), tongue of saiping, longi kite, indigo pyramid (on jack (cause it’s funny))

*the shen gong wu she’s most skilled with in battle are ones that trip up her opponents and cause status ailments. kinda like a prankster

backstory/analysis:

at her core, she’s a jolly, optimistic, humorous person, but her unruly, isolating childhood put a blow on her psyche. much like jack spicer, she’s been virtually alone her entire life - she was rejected by peers and adult figures alike since earliest childhood, and her home life was turbulent at best.

to ease the pain, at some point, she took on resenting and judging those around her as a means to cope. she has a holden caulfield-esque defense mechanism in play where if everybody sucks for this reason, or that reason, or those reasons, then she has justification for detaching herself from others, and she can derive her only source of self esteem from being better than them. this hurts far less than the devastating truth that she cannot connect with people on account of feeling so worthless and estranged from other human beings that she could never have the chance to be cared about by anyone. deep down, she’s in desperate, thrashing need of support and genuine human connection, and she has a warped perception of how she can achieve that.

she’s taken up evil as a hobby because it nurtures her desire to be destructive and, again, just like jack spicer, she engages in it as a way to feel seen. all press is good press, and the best way to make the headline is to cause some damage. what sets her apart from him in this regard, though, is that she takes all of her pain out on her enemies (in this case, the xiaolin monks) because she can’t stand how well off they are - instead, on the basis of their acceptance of one another, she sees them as goody two-shoes phonies who ought to be knocked down a peg. while evil to jack is both a means of getting much needed attention and a convoluted way of spending time with friends, to sid it’s a way to vent frustrations and a way to, well... still garner attention, but also spend time with a friend, except the friend is jack.

the other half of the reason she partakes in petty villainy is that it’s just... fun. she only got wrapped up in all this because she’d been restlessly putzing around somewhere remote, found a neat doohicky she planned on keeping, and when one thing led to another she wound up in a xiaolin showdown against jack. experiencing the chaos unfold revealed a golden opportunity she couldn’t pass up, so she asked jack to let her come with, debuting their partnership (i talk about this in further detail at the end of the post). goofing off and doing evil with him is so much fun to her! it makes her feel alive, a sensation and state of mind she never could fully achieve before.

noteworthy relationships:

jack: 

they have a team rocket thing going on. not in terms of their interpersonal dynamic, but rather their role in the story, how much of a threat they pose as, their schemes, and even their overall attitude are reminiscent of the iconic duo; they’re petty, recurring villains with hearts of gold who aren’t above occasionally siding with the good guys.

even though they both are on the same tier of comic relief and general foolishness, the metaphor i like to draw is that jack is the left brain and sid is the right brain.

their personalities have such chemistry and they’re both so goofy that they effortlessly sync up. everyone thinks it’s REALLY annoying

they’re best friends! they actually care very deeply for one another, even if they might have funny ways of showing it. they may be evil, but they’re mutually the only and closest friend the other has ever had, and with that carries a lot of weight. think of it - the first person you meet who hasn’t been nothing but awful to you likes you and wants to be around you. What a concept

while their relationship is platonic, there are several gags implying a romantic element, even though nothing is ever outright stated. kisses on the cheek, bashfulness, other characters making fun of them (“where’s your DUMB little girlfriend?” “..........she’s not DUMB!!!!!”), domestic references (“am i sleeping on the couch”)..... it’s left ambiguous because it’s hetbait plain and simple. somebody asks them what they even are and they say Partners In Crime wym. jack asks sid What Are We and she fist pumps the flat of her own chest twice, throws a peace sign and says We’re Bros

their nicknames for each other include but are not limited to “jackass, jacky-boy, jack-o-lantern, smarty pants, wiggles, spack jicer, spack, mr spack, spackle”, and “shortstack, pipsqueak, sid the kid, champ, funky monkey, foxy (in a funny way, he’ll say it like Whatcha Up To Foxy ? while she’s like making a mess doing an arts & crafts abomination or just vibing bein her weird lil self....  it comes from a place of playful sarcasm and affection) (champ, funky monkey, and foxy are courtesy of @currentlyfallingthroughspace)

to piggyback off of the left brain vs. right brain metaphor, “heart vs. brain is how they think, right brain vs. left brain is how they act, and two halves of a heart represents their natural dispositions” is how my aforementioned friend put it. they both have a lot of heart and are ooey gooey on the inside, but the difference is that sid can grasp the intricacies of emotional/psychological matters while jack can’t (actually knowing how to EXPRESS this is another topic). it’s in the same way that jack can effectively plan ahead, use logical reasoning, and know where to go and how to get there, but sid is shabby in this department. “one is aware but doesn’t address it until it’s too late, and one can’t see it and doesn’t ask until it’s too late.”  

another feature of potential conflict in all incarnations of them is the juxtaposition of sid actually being more down to earth than jack in the grand scheme of things. jack has the potential to go completely overboard, and whether or not he demonstrates the ability to catch himself on the event horizon will ascertain the outcome.

deep down, neither of them are truly evil, and they bring this out in each other as they ultimately contribute to the redemption of one another. how this actually happens is a lot rockier. sid has the intuition and self awareness to become increasingly cognizant of the fact that she engages in schemes as a way to bond with her friend, and, over time, she’s able to recognize that she’s simply been acting out, and she consequently softens up over time - but jack is much denser in this regard. he doesn’t consciously pick up on the same things she does and still believes that she’s drinking the koolaid as much as he is. the crucial dissonance in what matters most that had been incubating under the weight of things left unsaid emerges in a major falling out that challenges the nature of their entire dynamic and respective moral codes. i had a lot of help from the same friend with the following series of events and it’s really something that ought to be gone into detail on its own post, but a whirlwind brief summary is that jack becomes desperate from losing over and over so he comes up with this sinister plan that’s just too far, sid tells him to stop, they get into a nasty fight, sid leaves and makes it clear she’s not coming back, she goes to the xiaolin dragons for help, jack goes on an evil rampage but also loses his grip and has this mental breakdown because he lost the one person who’s ever cared about him (or so he thought), sid has the same brutal separation pangs but it doesn’t change the fact that jack is still doing what he’s doing, sid gets a firsthand view of a fight breaking out between the monks while she’s working with them and has a moment of clarity when she observes how they resolve it in such a healthy way, as they continue to work together and help her through the whole fiasco she realizes they’re not so bad, an entire excruciating series of events that’s genuinely too large to fit on this post unfolds and it ultimately ends with jack actually having to team UP with the good guys to stop what he started, and it ends with them breaking down, apologizing, and beginning their redemption BUT not without the illustration of several lessons that arose out of the complications of the entire thing...... the overarching lesson that’d been entrenched in their entire dynamic from the start, albeit corny, is that caring and being cared for was all they ever needed, and they learn to cultivate that within each other right under their own noses. it would be fun to have them stay as recurring villains forever, but seeing how much good is in their hearts is enough to make you wonder how they were ever evil.

xiaolin monks:

she thinks she hates them, but she doesn’t really. while her opinion of them is marked by resentment and distaste, she also holds them in high regard. a part of her wishes she could be friends with them, but the mental landscape she’s paved for herself doesn’t reveal that as an option. in her mind, she’s already been rejected by them. so why try?

the way she takes her pain out on them - people who had nothing to do with her traumas - can be summed up by the spinel su quote, “why do i want to hurt you so bad? i’m supposed to be a friend. i just want to be a friend.”

she gets chummier with them upon her redemption. out of the group, she gets along best with clay and dojo :) 

bonus origin episode

this would be the imaginary early season 4 episode i mentioned at the beginning of the post. it’s more of a loose string of ideas tied together with reckless abandon but hey. the episode would open with jack feeling lonely and down on his luck to establish the theme that he kinda needs a friend (”wuya’s gone, chase trained his cats to get surly with me if i show up, my evil dream team won’t answer my calls....”). his sulking is interrupted by a shen gong wu alert and he’s like. whatever. i don’t need them. i’m still gonna do this on my own. even if it’s. ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ. fastforward to the scene i described where sid is putzing around with her doohicky (which i’m considering might be the neptune helmet) all by her sad miserable lonesome when suddenly some flying bloke in a trenchcoat who looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in years shows up telling her she’s got something he needs. she of course responds with something along the lines of “you know what? why don’t you try to take it from me since you want it so bad, mr big stuff,” triggering a xiaolin showdown. this is around the time the xiaolin dragons show up too late - but they’re grateful for somebody having been there to fight jack in time, even if they have no idea who they are. she has no clue what’s going on, but whatever it is, she LOVES it. she goes buckwild. she has a time. jack, on the other hand.... well, understanding how badly he needs that wu is certainly throwing a wrench in it, but he can’t help but feel like he’s having a bit of fun too. well, up until he loses. post-showdown, the monks kinda count their chickens before they hatch so to speak and they rush over to this new kid with a shower of praise, thinking they have a friend on their side. instead, she cuts them off, shouts to the guy who’s gathering his bearings (or lack thereof) - “hey! jack was it?” - and playfully tosses her shen gong wu in the air, catching it. “you look like you need this thing way more than i do. tell you what! take me with and i’ll let you borrow it,” is what she follows it up with, implying she wasn’t really that invested and only saw the whole thing as a fun game. jack and the monks are flabbergasted. what’s more bizarre is she did in fact ask to join him, something nobody’s ever done out of their own volition before. she talks about how boooooooooooring it is here and how that was soooooo much fun and to pleeeeeeeease take her with. he’s really iffy about it and doesn’t know if it’s such a good idea. he tries to make himself look cool, telling her “as IF, shortstack..........im afraid The Jack Rides Alone................................................. but-” and ultimately buckling because he can’t deny that it would be nice to have someone around.

[musicprincess1990]

Hi! Are you still doing the trope duo list? 'coz I just found it this morning, and was hopping to make a request. I was going to ask for 41 and 43, then I thought, no... too obvious... then my head automatically goes to 1 and 2, but that's an easy one, so I end up with 1 and 11, would you take it? 😊

SHIT, HOW DID I MISS THIS??? I am soooo sorry for the wait, @rabbit-in-blue! Allow me to make it up to you with some Victorian!lock. I hope it will suffice!

1: Arranged Marriage; 11: Drunk!lock.  Taken from my trope duo prompt list.  As much fun as it’s been, I will not be accepting any more duo prompts at this time.  I have one more overlooked prompt in my inbox that I will fill soon, then prompts will be closed for a while.  Thanks everyone!

Alone No More

Molly awoke to the sound of a nearby thud and frowned into the darkness.  Damned cat, she thought grumpily to herself, thinking Toby had gotten himself into some mischief or other.  However, in the same moment that she realized Toby was, in fact, curled up against her leg, she heard another thud, followed by a colorful string of words spoken in a deep, very recognizable voice.

With a sigh, Molly slid from the warmth and comfort of her bed, pulling a thick tartan dressing gown on over her nightdress, before emerging into the sitting room and lighting the nearest lamp.  Indeed, there was Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, proper genius, and her husband, sprawled out on the floor like a sea star.  Before she could verbalize her annoyance (or quiet amusement), she noticed a slow stream of blood making its way along his temple, beginning at his eyebrow.  In addition, his eyes were shut, and he almost looked as though he might be unconscious.  Molly sighed again, quickly turning back to retrieve a bowl of water, and the bandages she knew he kept in one of the kitchen cabinets for this very purpose.

As she knelt beside him, his eyes opened and shot to her so abruptly she gave a small start.  He stared at her, his expression one of utter bewilderment.  “You are bleeding,” she supplied an explanation, though he had not asked for one.

“That explains the headache,” he drawled.

She nearly smiled at him, the corners of her mouth twitching as she fought it.  She could not explain it, but somehow, she felt if she laughed now, at this moment, it would suggest she approved of the situation—which she most certainly did not.  Particularly now that she was close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath.

“It will be worse in the morning,” she pointed out sharply.  “I didn’t think you liked to drink.”

Mr. Holmes scowled up at her.  “I am not drunk.  I had one—no, two—maybe three...” he trailed off, his brow crinkling as he tried to remember.

Molly raised an eyebrow.  “If it is that difficult to recall, I’d wager you’ve had more than enough.”  He rolled his eyes, then winced and hissed at the pain caused by the action.  Part of her took a bit of petty satisfaction at this, knowing he had brought it upon himself, but she quickly silenced that part of herself.  Deserved or not, he was injured and in pain, and he needed her help.  Molly doused a bit of cloth in the water, wrung out the excess, and dabbed at the wound.  He hissed again, but remained still.  When the silence between them became strained, she asked, “How exactly did this happen?”

“Watson,” he muttered, and his eyes slid shut.

She frowned at him.  “Watson… you mean your friend, Dr. Watson?”

He scoffed, and Molly grimaced at the more concentrated scent that wafted up to her nose.  “I don’t have friends,” he slurred.  “I have enemies and colleagues, and that is all it will ever be.”  He laughed suddenly, but there was no humor in his voice.  “According to Watson, I push everyone away, including my own wife!”

Molly stilled, a quiet gasp falling from her lips.  She watched his face carefully, waiting for it to dawn on him that he was speaking of the very woman who was at this moment tending to his wound.  When he gave no such indication, she returned to the task at hand, hoping to ignore the subject.

“He doesn’t understand,” her husband spoke again, his voice pitched low and rumbling.  “Alone is what I have.  Alone protects me.”

She paid no mind to the single tear that escaped from the corner of her eye and focused on applying the bandage.  Molly had been under no illusions upon entering her marriage.  Sherlock Holmes made his position on love abundantly clear from the moment they first met.  The only reason they were married at all was because of their mothers.  She knew not what threats Mrs. Holmes had imposed upon him, but they must have been dire indeed for him to have agreed to the union.

For Molly’s part, she had been aware of her family’s dwindling finances since her father died, leaving his widow and seventeen-year-old daughter with barely enough to survive. They had sold their home, and everything in it, save a recent portrait of the family of three, and a single suitcase full of her father’s favorite books.  With that money, they bought a small, seaside cottage in Sussex, near Brighton, large enough only for the two of them.  Molly and her mother learned to cook, clean, sew, light fires, and tend their small garden.  She had also learned how to manage their finances, ensuring that they had enough to get by.  And she learned they did not have sufficient funds to support themselves for long.  Even with careful scrimping and saving, they would run out within a few short years.

The solution, her mother had told her, was clear: she would have to marry into money.  Fortunately (or not so fortunate, depending on one’s viewpoint), Mrs. Hooper still maintained a steady friendship with one Violet Holmes, who was eager to see her younger son married and settled.  His inheritance was certainly less than what his elder brother, Mycroft, would receive, but the wealth of the Holmes family was quite substantial, and her marriage to the younger son would secure her well-being, and her mother’s, for many years to come.  In any case, the elder Mr. Holmes had married the previous year, and was therefore not an option.  Thus, she was promised, and duly married, to Sherlock Holmes.

Had she known what it would be like… had she suspected she would fall in love with the man…

No, she shook her head.  That knowledge would not have swayed her decision.  To refuse would be unforgivably selfish, as it was not merely her own situation under threat.  Though her unrequited feelings weighed on her heart, she could never have done such a thing to her mother.  A heavy heart was a struggle, but one she could bear.  Would bear.  No matter how infuriating her husband could be.

As if he knew her thoughts had strayed to him, Mr. Holmes opened his eyes again, his gaze landing upon her face.  Something in those eyes made her pause, her fingers still resting against his forehead, and found herself quite unable to move.  The air grew thick with mounting tension, and Molly knew… something was about to change.

“Why do you stay?” he breathed.

Molly blinked, frowning in confusion.  “Your wound needs tending”

“No,” he shook his head.  Slowly, he shifted into an upright position, his eyes never straying from hers for a moment.  Her throat grew dry as he leaned forward, inspecting her as though she were the most fascinating, bewildering puzzle.  “Why do you stay with me?”

Her heart thundered in her chest, and she drew a trembling breath through her lips.  “You are my husband.”

“Mycroft sees his wife twice each year—on Christmas Day, and on our mother’s birthday—and the remainder of the year, they live in separate homes, corresponding through the occasional letter.  Husband and wife are under no true obligations to one another, except those the law dictates.”  His eyes narrowed at her.  “Why.  Do.  You.  Stay?”

His meaning became clear to her then; he did not want her.  He wished for her to leave.  Another tear made its presence known, and she turned her head to hide its descent.  “If that is the sort of marriage you wish for,” she breathed, heart crumbling even as she spoke, “I will make arrangements to leave tomorrow.”

Molly moved away from him, unable to stomach the inevitable look of relief that would undoubtedly be written across his handsome face.  She was stopped, however, by a large, warm hand lightly encircling her wrist.  She looked down at it, then swallowed as she turned her eyes to the owner of the hand, and was astonished to find not relief, but fear.  Wild and furious panic blazed in his ice-colored eyes, the muscles in his jaw twitching.

“Mr. Holmes—” she began, but she was unable to finish her sentence as his free hand reached out, and the pads of his fingers lightly traced the contours of her face.  Molly drew a trembling breath, stunned by the contact.

He had not touched her since their wedding day, and one could hardly consider the quick, perfunctory pressing of his lips to hers as a real kiss.  At the time, she had thought nothing of it, having no more desire for his touch than he had desire to give it.  Her love for him had built slowly, so gradually that she could not determine a precise beginning.  Indeed, she had no notion of the change of her feelings, until the truth of them washed over her like the waves of the sea—sudden, bracing, overpowering. And despite his indifference toward her, it only served to grow over time.

And now, almost a year later, he was touching her, and she had to fight to keep her wits about her.

“Can it be…?” he whispered, leaning closer still.  “Is it possible, after all this time, all that you have endured, that you might… choose to be here?”

Molly heard the true question hidden behind his words, and her breath caught.  She searched his eyes, still wide and panicked, looking for any sign of indifference in him, and found none whatsoever.  He was afraid, yes, but in those crystalline eyes, fear mingled with desperate hope, the same hope she now felt bubbling up inside of her.

It was neither a declaration, nor a grand romantic gesture, but such things were not in his nature.  This, however, the look in his eyes, the warmth of his touch… was more than enough.

“Yes,” she answered him finally, baring her heart to him with a single word, and praying he would not trample it with his usual cutting words.

Mercifully, he seemed to have no intention of doing so.  The hopeful embers dancing in his gaze were fanned into a blaze, and in a move as fast as lightning, his hand cradled the back of her head and guided her lips to his.  The fire transferred into her through the contact, warming every inch of her, burning ever hotter with his continued touch.  Her hands moved of their own accord to his chest, relishing the feel of his racing heart beneath the tips of her fingers.  Not so indifferent, she thought with a smile.

Sherlock felt her smile and drew his head back to look at her. “Something amusing?”

Feeling emboldened, Molly inched closer, settling herself into his lap.  Her hands slid up around his neck and into the soft curls at the back of his head.  He sucked in a breath, eyes darkening with unmistakable lust.  She stopped just shy of kissing him, her lips hovering teasingly over his.  “I believe,” she murmured, “you like me, Mr. Holmes.”

His answering grin was decidedly wolfish as he wrapped his arms around her.  “An excellent deduction, Mrs. Holmes,” he replied, and moved to kiss her again, grunting in frustration when she leaned away

“Even though ‘alone is what you have’?” she quoted with a wry smile. “‘Alone protects you’?”

“Oh, sod what I said,” he grumbled, yanking her back towards him until her chest was flush against his, and the wall that had stood between them crumbled into dust and rubble.  “I’ve pushed you away long enough.  No more.”

Molly was moved to tears once again, though these were a much happier sort.  “Thank God,” she breathed, and his mouth captured hers once again.  He tasted of brandy and cigars and Sherlock, and she had never tasted anything so mouth-wateringly delicious.  His hands roamed her back, her sides, her neck, while hers buried themselves in his hair.  When she experimentally curled her fingers and lightly scraped his scalp with her nails, he groaned his approval into her mouth.  Then, in one astonishingly deft movement, he was on his feet, sweeping her up into his arms.

“I hope you don’t mind, Molly,” he said in a low growl, “but I’d very much like to take you to bed.”

Giggling softly, she pressed a fervent kiss to his lips.  “Get on with it, then.”

[roseprincesskristina]

The Blue Pacifist's Delectable Dessert

((Heya guys. I have to upgrade a previous fanfic I made last year to make it a little more steamy than before. Changed a few sentences since they didn't come out right, fixed the title and such. But now, here's a better revamped version of everyone's favorite Maverick hunting duo enjoying their off duty vacation, or a private "meeting" away from their comrades at Hunter HQ. Before reading, you don't have to read or view this that involves yaoi, especially sexual stuff. However, for those of you who admire boy's love, then feel free to enjoy the fiction with your heart's content. Anywho, hope you guys enjoy reading! 😊✌))

Pairing: X/Zero

Rated: M

Franchise: Megaman X

Daytime at Maverick Hunter HQ, before the maverick crimes have occurred into the middle of the town on Abel City. Humans and Reploids still coexist as one into the similar society without restrictions. At Headquarters, the fearless hunting crusaders X and Zero, dueling against the king of all maverick monstrosity as well as former commander, Sigma. Right now, they are off duty to enjoy their lives together with no further disturbances from anyone. Especially the dual pistol wielding wild child, Axl. 

The brunette is finally working onto the reports in peace, away from the devastating wars, genocide and such, just to clear his mind except one memory to be stored forever. The only person who truly looks up to him more than others and accepts him for who he really is that he cannot live without: Zero. A serious mentor who is no joke and meant business when it comes to criminals. Even blood thirsty irregulars. Elsewhere, he is practicing in the training simulator for a perfect score, no mistakes. Thinking about his partner while training fuels his stamina, speed, strength and mind to increase ten times faster than before, as well as running away from his nightmarish past. Slashing and hacking each and every one of them in one sweep of a broom or feather cleaner. His saber is the vacuum and mavericks are the dust that spread the mess across the carpet. All set and done, this session has been completed. Civilians saved, villains whacked. With nothing better to do, he returns to check on his friend for an “emergency meeting”.

“Yo, X.”

“Oh. Hey Zero. How are you?”

“Meh, training’s alright. But way too easy for yours truly.”

“He he he. As you always say.”

Both of them chuckled during a small conversation. 

“So anyway, X. We’re gonna be attended on a serious meeting this afternoon about something important.”

“OK, Zero. I’ll be there shortly.”

He nodded as the rose red android walked off to his room. With a special plan he has in mind for his shy lover while rubbing his hands together, chuckling evilly.

“He he he he… Oh, I’ll give him a serious meeting alright. A very special one in store he’ll never forget for the rest of his life." 

This afternoon passed, the forest pupil eyed peace lover has been reminded about this "meeting” that his buddy mentioned earlier to participate as he walked over to his room to tell him that it will began shortly. The red blonde is already ahead of him, all prepped for something sexually important. A perfect chance for some fun until the blue hunter begins to knock on his partner’s door, but it was opened automatically.

“Hello? Zero? Are you in here? I’m here to inform you about the starting of today's meeting. Are you ready?”

He went inside to pick him up for the meeting, but then, something around the room has changed quickly. Red all around him, completely established. Candles, roses, and more into a special decoration. Could this be some sort a trick or perhaps anything else?

“Yes, my little soft cupcake~. I’m ready~. And this time, there’s gonna be some changes around here~. We’re having our own private meeting together~. Alone~"

The deep soothing and calm voice was coming from the shadows echoing across the brunette when the door had suddenly closed behind him automatically. Then, a strange long haired silhouette proceeds slowly with one hand placed onto the hip exiting from the bathroom. Closer and closer to him with the pink reddish tongue rotating across his lips.

"Z...Zero?"

“Come over here, my cute little disciple~" Allured the sunshine headed superior with his finger moving, commanding the sea armored buster user to proceed at him. "And let me.......comfort you with my hospitality~"

"Well... Alright then." Responded the blueberry 17th commander, covered by his own shade of blushed scarlet while proceeding towards his hard yet sexy senpai.

It was Zero, who had faked the whole scheme about the serious meeting shtick all along by surprise, roping his arms around his cerulean lover's neck after approaching himself to him.

"So~ How about you, X~? You ready for our occasional meeting alone~? With your one and only senpai~?" Comely said the erotic crimson ex maverick, rubbing his bae's underchin.  

"Uhh… Zero?” Flustered the shy Light bot. 

“Shhhhh~…. No need to speak, little man~” The blond placed his finger onto his young lover’s lips to interrupt his question, placing him politely onto the bed to sit him down. "Just try to relax by taking a seat to forget about those dull reports all day long and enjoy a quality time of watching me perform for you~“ 

"O...OK..." He hardly gulped.

Before the start of this romantic business, the sapphire droid looked towards his lover for a moment. Seeing him in a different outfit. Meaning that he’s not wearing his inner suit underneath his armor, but it shows off half of his body and abs while wearing a sparkling knotted crop top sided with a long dancing dress knotted around his waist, the different kind with a slit design showing the left leg. Detailed with a non see through mask to cover the luscious lips for later, along with the initialed pierced Z shaped gem within his succulent navel. It was very hot for him to wear, so he strips from it to cool down. Golden hair fully tightened into a ponytail to make it doesn't blond his view from gazing towards his pure blue joy.

"Uhh… Uhhh…” The brunette was speechless after witnessing his mentor’s gorgeous abs, blushing nervously like a strawberry.

“Mmm, you like my flawless abs, X~? He he he he~... Then perhaps I might show it off to you, if you like~” He winked flirtatiously at the empathetic B class buster user, starting to do a lustful belly dance slowly for a pleasurable entrainment while moving his manly hips to spice up the entire mood, including his partner in crime. Blowing a kiss while performing to keep the commander of the 17th unit company. As he dances, the unique hips are starting to sway motionly, performing in front of the only person he knows and trust the most. Then, he began to stroke all over his entire body endlessly to throw the mild pleasure upon his partner, moaning in satisfaction.

“Z…Zero..? What is going on?” The bright sapphire shades gun bearer asked, dripping by the sweat of flush.

“He he he he he~ No need to ask such pointless questions, baby blue~ What you really need to do is focus on my delicious hot body, waiting for you to become its victim~.” Winked the previous irregular android, motioning his hands upon his iron well being seductively right in front of X. 

Shaking his harden hips rapidly will shut away the boring stuff from his lover’s mind, wanting him to focus on what’s important, increasing the intensity of his energy. He slowly runs his entire body all over his abs and crotch to create an endless spell upon the shy brunette. To permanently spread around this room including him. Endlessly.

“Succumb to my glorious gem, X~ Try not to flee away from something impossible to resist so easily~” He compelled, pouring more of his charms on his tree bark haired boyfriend. “Obey my hard, ripped, succulent body~”

“Z...Zero…? Have you gone....insane all of a s-!”

Before he could even ended his sentence, the tall motivator in red jammed his lips into his shyly lover's, eating away the dreary worries right out of his body with a seductive force. But slowly while placing the hand onto his partner's cute little crotch.

"M...Mmmmph~?!"

"Mmmmmmmmmmm~"

"Mmmmph~! Mmmmmmmph~!"

"Mmmmmmm~ Mmmmmm~"

A few hours then, after for a longing spell of a smooch given by the upperclass crimson has forced the B class novice to wallow in a pool of desires, no hoping for exits or escape plans as an excuse to leave but to accept this love virus seeping down his core. Replacing the bad memories filled with conflict, into something more clear and important as in "staring at anything beautiful like my best friend" type memory.

"So baby~ What did ya think of my gift~?" He asked with awareness.

"It's beautiful, my master~...." Replied the blue sky themed android, compelled fully despite of the deep slurping kiss. "I will happily cherish your gift by placing my eyes onto you~...."

"Good boy~"

Perfectly hypnotized by the further kiss, the blond seductively dances his way to him with his hips rattling, bending over to make out with his friend’s lips deeply. Taking his hands and placed them on his buffed waists in the middle of dancing as he kisses the young blueberry, who started to caress his boyfriend’s legs non stop in a looping motion.

“Mmm~ I love it when you playfully massage my thighs, X~” He sighed in pleasure while kissing the honorable blue hunter some more. "Oh, your hands are so soft and yet also deliciously warm on my body~ Ohhh~ Unh~ U...Unh~..."

“Mmm…” The muffled moan during the mouth connection has drained the sadness out of the cerulean individual and filled his body with satisfaction. 

Now his true focus is on the one person he knows and trust while circling his arms onto his golden haired lover’s hips. While dancing even more lustfully, he smoothly strokes his body all over once more until suddenly…..

“Oops~! He he he he~ Oh my~.... What an unfortunate accident I’ve done to myself~. Or is it~?” He giggled, pretended that one of his fingers have slipped into his innie of the stomach.

The accident that happened right now is that the former scarlet Wily bot have “accidentally” placed his finger inside his diamond shaped navel. One of the most flawless man cave to ever search into, or perhaps to play with it slow and hard. 

The kind hearted gunner started to blush even darker when he first witness his red bae’s “accidental act” that he did. Almost fainted by chance, but unfortunately not. His pure little heart would began to pump a beat slowly and hastily at the same time. 

“Z….Zero! What in God’s name are you doing?!” Blushed the B Class hunter, covering his nose to prevent the starting of the perverted bleeding. But it’s useless.

“He he he he~ Maybe I should.... play with my cave just to amuse you even more~” Said the A Class mentor with a seductive tone, rubbing his godly pit of the navel with his finger before shoving it inwards by a slow motion.

He does so right away by circling his finger inside the navel slowly before doing something hard and fun. Moaning softly and panting with pleasure and starting swirling his tongue upon his lips has made the peace loving android very love sick. Seeing his lover playing around with his beautiful navel, this is completely new to him. His perfect desire towards his lovable potential boyfriend has launched the rocket up to the stars for a special 4th of July. The blue hunter flustered in red, attempting to resist this dazzling beauty before him, trying to fight off the spell from possessing his mind. However, it is no use to defend himself from it. 

“Mmmmmm~ It’s useless to resist, X~ Especially from my flawless charms~Just surrender to it and worship my treasure tomb~” He sexually compelled the young reploid, playing with his navel some more and licking his lips in sultry with a purr. Wiggling his entire hips to move his tiny tummy hole very closely to the sapphire droid. "Come on, boy~ I know you wanna taste this sweet dessert that you desperately desire~ Or are really you nervous~? He he he he~"

"G...Good God..." He gulped once again, fighting off his own inclination by attempt. Avoiding to break the code of the Maverick Hunters regulation that was promised not to disobey, but the irresistible charms caused by the blonde sword user would place a cage upon him to make it very impossible to ignore or to escape. With no choice but to suffer and witness the "poisonous" beauty before him. 

"Oooooh~ My navel is so hot along with my body~ Don't you agree, my sweet little kohai~?" Flirted the flaming themed slasher, deepening his tasty treasure hole to force his blooming violet to submit. Stretching it wide by two fingers of the other hand should be able to create an irresistible trick to toss it across his face. Exiting the entire tongue right out of his mouth, preparing for a rocking party, running the lips into a slowly yet circular pose. "It feels so good when I pleasure it so passionately~ And yet so freaking hot from all the hard work under the summer evening~ Maybe I should fetch something cool to keep my hard sexy body fully hydrated~" With that said, he immediately swipe the bottle of clear water kept in his mini fridge and opened it by removing the cap. However, the idea in his head was right ahead of him when he started to pour the pure H2O all over his whole anatomy. Chest orbs, stomach, the works in order to ultimately arouse the blushing B Class warrior. And most importantly, his crispy navel until one of the drops have entered within it.  

"Mmmmm~ That's much better~ So refreshing~" He moaned, while being all wet with more liquid splashed upon him. "I'm feeling so filthy when my body is still sweaty~ Guess I should clean myself up because I'm a dirty hunter~" Still moist into the raining drips of clean water, he commenced himself by caressing the crimson armored anatomy all day long. Sided with massaging the chest and crotch. Secondly, the rounded booty. Then last but not least, his treasured innie.

"Ahhh~ I can't stop polishing myself when I'm around you, baby~ Even my flavorable cavern is quite moist too, especially since I punish it~" He groaned in satisfaction, screwing with his irresistible abs and navel rapidly "without" ever to control himself or urges. Arousing his precious little pacifist by getting him to submit.

"Mmmm~ What a naughty little navel I have~ So soggy and yet irresistibly moist~ It even wants me to give a little punishment for being so wet from this cool water~"

"*gasps* M...My goodness... His gorgeous body.... Along with his navel... It's so... sexy.... No...! I must resist from this distraction.... I must..." He hyperventilates. Feeling of his core skipping a beat like a heart due to exercising for raising the blood level. He began to shield his eyes by looking away from the unavoidable charm, however, had almost peered at the handsome sun haired mentor's navel.  

"Mmmmmm~ That's right, baby blue~ What you've seen before you is the most perfect jewel of all~ You see, my navel may be beautiful, but it's kinda dirty for me to clean it up~ If only there's someone with a tender heart that would do me a huge favor, I'll gladly give him a special reward for his hard work~" He roleplayed, staring the attention at the sky colored freedom fighter who is still struggling to battle against his urges. 

The gorgeous red individual takes his other finger to allure the young reploid into a  “comehere” position while the other hand seductively explores his man cave even deeper than ever before. He winked at him sexually along with a chuckle and purred into his earport as he tilted forward. h

"Oh X~" Singly spoken the A Class expert, sex talking towards the kind hearted blaster user by lifting his head gently and whispers in his ear. "Mmmm X~ You're even more handsome in that shy expression on your face, trying to look away from my warm, passionate, unyielding body that I'm gonna give you for being a good boy who obeys his master~ I love that in a reploid~ Which is why it makes my navel REALLY hot by your innocence~...." Licking across the listening port, the young commander of the 17th unit have flustered to the max.

"O...Oh d..d..dear...." He shooked with slight hesitation, trying to backward himself from this cornered "predicament".

"Mmmm, I wanna please you the living crap outta you so bad, boy~ Even to punish you all the way~"

"G...Gulp..." The nervousness effect had already gain this opportunity to take him as well as the body under his control to assist him by force, stretching his eyelids of prevention trying not to fall asleep in the center of the blonde beauty's impossible view of sexual performance grappling around him. On the other hand, the tall mentor in bright burgundy strolled forward to give his "more than a friend" boy toy a very longing purr into his ear port.

“Purrrrrrr~"He said into his lover's hearing port. "Just give yourself up, kid~ Like I said before, it's useless to escape from my powerful charms~ Look into my eyes and be mine~ You have no choice but to surrender my spell~ Look at me, X~ Become my slave~"

"U...Uhhh… I….I…. ” Until then, the endless spell has grasped him tightly at last. Showering all over his mind with both his belly dancing pleasure and some delicious navel punishing to erase away the unwanted views of wars and death. All of it will disappear from existence forever 

“Yes, my senpai… I will focus upon your beautiful domain…” Said the hypnotized brunette, completely paralyzed by his lover’s consensual spell. 

“Mmmm~ Much better~” The blond smiled seeing his lover finally succumbed to the spell as he dances his way to him. Shaking his delectable hips non stop along with the investigation going on inside his navel until he finally reaches towards to the shy reploid. Placing his other hand on his cheek, rubbing in circulation like the one with his bottomless pit on the right and then, he tilted once again towards his ear with a ravishing whisper.

“You’ve been a very good boy, X~ I'm so proud of you for paying attention~" Zero grinned with glad. "For doing such a wonderful job, I think it’s time for you to enjoy your well earned dessert~”

He revoke his finger from the navel, gesturing his lover closely with his other one once more as the sensitive hunter slowly advances towards his stomach, preparing for a taste of his scrumptious treat. With him completely under the desirable spell, he shall gain the honors of inserting his tongue into his mentor’s stomach hole while feeling the groping palm squeezing his tiny blue bottom along a little spanking, wanting his bae belching out a silent moan of enjoyment. Finally enjoying the hot meeting with him alone was the excellent plan. Continuously rubbing his senpai’s hips while licking his prized gem. 

“Unh~ Uhh~ Oh yes~ Yes~ That’s it, my dear kohai~ Embrace my treasure closely as your life depends on it~" Panted the irregular hunting master, teasing his disciple's blueberry ass into a circular fashion.

"As you wish, my handsome senpai~” He muffled while licking non stop, blushing in pink shade due to the soft senses from his instructor's hand.

During the enjoyment of a private yet sensual meeting, both of them began to make out all the way upon the bed while the innocent android rubs the hips of his fellow dancer endlessly, while the pepper colored tutor continuously fingers his cave seductively. After that, he allows the emerald eyed hunter to lick inside of it with his tongue, swirling it around as he moaned passionately and permanently. 

“Oh yes~ Yes~ Mmmm~ Worship my man cave, X~ It needs its nourishment and must be parched immediately~” He panted lustfully of commandment

Yes, my sexy mentor~.... I will polish your flawless pit with all my force~...." Replied the ocean colored apprentice, searching deeper within the body hole by tongue.

"Mmmmm~ Oh God~ Unh~ Unh~ Keep going, baby~ Oh, my body is really boiling hot right now~"

The indigo hunter kept going faster and faster than ever while the blond wraps his arms around his neck, holding it closer for a deeper search as well as nourishment. Both of them moaned back and forth, right, left, up, down, in, out, hot, cold, night, day. Things are getting even more intense yet somewhat pleasurable. This sexual meeting between the two hunters is the best important meeting than any other kind of hobby. The master expert purrs again with lust and enjoyment while his indigo student kept licking his favorable snack/dessert further and further. 

“Oh X…. X…. X…. X…. X…. X…. X….X.... X.... X.... X.... X.... X..... X..... X..... X....X!!!!!!!!!

Several times of the red swordsman humming his lover’s name continuously until something inside him erupts with love juice. Panting even faster like he’s rushing to save someone from jeopardy as the sky painted gun fighter kept enjoying it harder and longer until the meeting has been concluded. All of the bad memories deep within the Class A mentor’s brain are finally replaced and done away with at last, storing a new one to help him remember someone close and trustworthy to him always. Finally, he can obtain the rest that he deserves, hugging his beloved blueberry with descending tears.

"Ahhhhh..... God.... That was extraordinary.... Thanks, babe~" He sighed, huffing with a thrill of sensation warming his frozen heart.

Nightfall arises as the beautiful moonlight appears above the skies, shining through the windows. Both hunters are cuddling each other closely, bodies pressed tightly and arms trapped around them in a loving sensual way.

“Oh Zero… This was the most romantic meeting I’ve ever attended to.” Smiled the innocent peace lover, intrigued by this new experience.

“Heh. Glad you think so, babe~ What’s really inspiring is that you really enjoyed the dessert I gave you~” He said.

“Y…Yeah. It really is delicious~” The brunette blushed as the blond kissed him on the forehead.

And so, both of them lean closer for a soft and deep kiss for an amazing day, hopefully it might get even beautiful next time when it’s nighttime. Saying “I love you” to each other before enjoying the comfort of each other within their bed. This has been the best vacation of their lives. No mavericks nor interruptions whatsoever to spoil their loving bonds. Just the two of them, all alone in this room. The blue monarch and the red hornet.

"I love you, my sexy red dragon~"

"I love you too, my beautiful blue unicorn~"

The End

[alteridolriley]

Virgil and Remus’s Past [Theory]

[MANY MANY THANKS TO @stardustlogan FOR MAKING ALL THE GIFS I USE IN THIS POST. PLEASE FOLLOW SAPPHIRE BECAUSE SHE’S AMAZING AND I LOVE HER AND SHE DESERVES ALL OF THE FOLLOWS]

Alright everyone it's time for me to talk about a theory I'm really interested in learning more about.

That being Virgil and Remus's relationship.

Virgil is scared or at least very incredibly wary of Remus in comparison to his treatment of Deceit which is hostile and very firm.

When Deceit shows up, Virgil is cocky and definitely in charge. He cuts Deceit off multiple times in SvS during the courtroom discussion as well as cutting off Deceit's entrance to the episode itself.

I think the reason for such a drastic difference is because of how much more Thomas is scared of his own thoughts rather than lying.

Thomas knows lying is wrong. He doesn't sit around thinking of his next time to lie. Patton is proof of that considering how instantly Patton is against lying in any form at all from when he returns in CLBG at the end of the episode "It's wrong!" And the entire beginning of SvS "Lying is already bad enough! Lying to a friend is out of the question!" and it continues when he calls out Roman for wanting to lie (even though that's not what Roman meant at all...) "Roman! I thought you fought for honor! Why are you pushing Thomas to be dishonest?"

There's a logic to lying. It's a choice. Something Thomas (and Patton) can choose not to do. Virgil is brave against Deceit because of this.

However, as said in DwIT multiple times by Remus, "There is no rhyme or reason to what I do, I just do."

Intrusive Thoughts are random and wild, usually having no catalyst to why they happen. If your intrusive thoughts are bad enough, as it seems Character Thomas's are, it can make you continuously anxious to when they will get even worse or what your brain will think of next.

They also have a neat way of manipulating your train of thought. You automatically assume that the evil, twisted thoughts you have are the same as people in the world who have performed those exact twisted, evil things.

Which is what leads to this scene:

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Even though it appears that Remus and Virgil talk in unison here, Virgil is actually the first to speak (thank you audio editing) and Remus joins Virgil in asking the question about the serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer. Remus doesn't even bother asking the question while looking at Logan. He asks it what still staring at Virgil because he knew Virgil was going to ask since Thomas is still afraid of Remus and what those thoughts mean at this point.

Virgil's reaction is exactly what Remus was going for: to make him think he's still evil for interpreting his host's thoughts into actual evil intentions. Virgil looks down and spaces out, realizing he's again working with and agreeing with Remus like he used to so long ago to make Thomas anxious and upset.

Which also makes the end of the episode even more interesting.

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First thing to notice is that Remus gives Virgil a kind nickname here, which is interesting. Kind nicknames are not common between any sides except for Patton and Virgil (and some of the ones from Roman after Accepting Anxiety, Part 2). On top of that fact, Virgil cracks a small smile before wiping it away. Maybe he is remembering working with Remus in that moment in Thomas's adolescence and young adult years and maybe they were friends.

But maybe it wasn't a real friendship.

Remus says "it was just like old times" to Virgil and says it was "good to see him again". We know Remus doesn't hide things or mince his words. He's blunt and truthful, as he has no reason to hide things from anyone.

I do believe Remus and Virgil were friends at one point, working together to bring fear and anxiousness to Thomas, who at a young age, probably didn't understand his intrusive thoughts or his anxiety. The two were a duo, randomly happening for no reason other then they could.

As Thomas says in "Taking on Anxiety" episode 3 of the series, "... sometimes it just shows up out of nowhere and ruins whatever peace I have!"

Kinda sounds like the way Remus explains what he does, right? He just does things when he wants and however he wants.

Now I may call what Remus and Virgil had a "friendship" but I am using that term pretty loosely. It was more of a friendship determined by fear.

As Virgil states at the end of DwIT, “You know what’s funny? You used to really unsettle me. I thought that you were some terrible illness. Now I can see that you’re just... a common cold. A mild inconvenience that’s gone before you know it.”

It can probably be said that Virgil was always afraid of Remus and acted the way Remus did because of that fear. After Logan's lesson and explanation, it is more clear to Virgil that Remus never had power over him like he believed. Virgil decided he would no longer allow Remus any control over him. Remus only laughs and kids with Virgil "you tickle me, emo" because he probably does genuinely like Virgil. Especially with one other line in the episode, “Virgil, you’ve never been one to soften the truth. Why would you aspire to be so... boring?”

This hints to the idea that they have worked together to create some pretty scary things for Thomas in the past and probably enjoyed creating that chaos. After Remus points this out, Virgil goes right back to what he did in the past: He blames Thomas for the thoughts and begins to work with Remus even though he doesn’t realize it.

However, this time, Logan is here and is able to correct Virgil in saying “Actually, a ‘stable’ person, as you put it, could absolutely have those thoughts.”

Which angers Remus instantly with his response of, “Shut your mouth or I’ll rip off your nipples and shove them up your nose.”

Remus had Virgil in his grasp again and would’ve had him too if it hadn’t been for the fact that Virgil was with Logan. He able to stop the idea of Remus being right taking over Virgil.

But anyways......

Remus seems to like creating havoc but doesn't seem to hate the light sides at all. He gets a genuine happiness for doing his job: controlling the evil thoughts in Thomas's mind. If the others, or Thomas himself, finds him scary well...

"That sounds like a you problem."

[feketeribizli]

for the fandom thing! 1917, lotr and hp

thank you!!!! 🥺

for 1917

i. favourite male character

h. hard to choose bro really hard. generally speaking it's probably tom blake but they do be playing into my interests with leslie and kilgour and i ju. i just think rossi is neat 🥺👉👈

ii. favourite female character

like we have any choice...... stan lauri and the baby

iii. least favourite character

colonel m*ckenzie i hate him so fucking much oh my god

iv. favourite ship

rn it's cookerossi..... the dynamic.... the forced in height difference..... i want what that stinky gremlin bastard and scar faced chainsmoker dude had going on

v. favourite friendship

ooo i really like leslie&kilgour!!! the Possibilities bro. an iconique chaotic duo. also even tho we got to see nothing of it i really like and crave the blake siblings....

vi. favourite quote

listen you can't make me choose one. what krysty did here oh my god. the whole script is a work of art i can't do this!!!!! but probably this one: "then the water around him turns flat. the current begins to slow. white. petals float on it, a patchwork blanket. cherry blossoms. schofield is swept through the white petals. schofield raises an arm from the water and sees the petals clinging to him. blake."

vii. worst character death

what do you think. take a wild guess bro

viii. this made me so happy you have no idea moment

honestly i don't know. to a certain degree the whole movie is just. instant serotonin but also. it pushes me into this deep and devastating pit where i have to Think. but y'know i really liked the after credits where they all were happy and together and blake got his chicken dinner and got to play around with myrte's puppies 🥴

ix. saddest moment

oh on god. but i gotta tell you that after a certain amount of rewatching i cried a lot more at the lauri and her baby scene than at blake's d*ath

x. favourite location

ecoust!!!!! th. the night window scene oh my god it's so beautifully executed!!! imagine walking thru that place during that scene while the flares were going off and all that (maybe even the being chased around part too)

for lotr

i. favourite male character

ugdjshkwhssj legolas i'm gay okay what about it. i also think aragorn is neat and pippin darling i'd so anything for you

ii. favourite female character

eowyn 🥺🥺🥺 i certainly wouldn't mind a spare kiss from arwen either

iii. least favourite character

ugdjshka saruman maybe? he's ugly and stupid i don't like him

iv. favourite ship

gigolas....... to fuckin die by a friend's side bro!!! also i love their shipname so much because it reminds me of the word giggle and. i automatically giggle when i think of them

v. favourite friendship

whatever the men and the hobbits had going on. boromir, protector of lesbians shielding the little ones from the rain with his cloak? you're the real one sir

vi. favourite quote

"I AM NO MAN!"

vii. worst character death

boromir sir come back to us :-((( i was so sad when i first watched that scene. and when aragorn plants a kiss on his forehead? i bawl man i fucking bawl

viii. this made me so happy you have no idea moment

all the movies bro whenever i'm down i'm like. (goes and rewatches lotr for the 75390274927th time) it's free serotonin

ix. saddest moment

"don't leave me here alone. don't go where i can't follow." not particularly sad but the yearning and the affect it had and still has on me

x. favourite location

the shire!!!! :-D rivendell is very sexy too i want to live there alright

for hp

i. favourite male character

seamus!!!! i fucking love that lad. excellent superb character jk rolling deserves no credit for him

ii. favourite female character

luna...... 🥺💓💗❣💞💟💖💘💕 she deserves all the love and good things in the world!!! i also really like minerva.... ma'am.....

iii. least favourite character

sn*pe and dumbodoor. umbridge is funny as a concept but as a person i'm worried for her

iv. favourite ship

deamus.... they're a whole package baby with the childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining and all that shit i love it!!!! i'm also a big fan of parvati/lavender 🥺👉👈

v. favourite friendship

the power that luna&draco could have had!!!!! i love fantasising about their friendship.... the Possibilities man. the wasted potential

vi. favourite quote

idk man i'm not that big on hp anymore but probably everything ron has ever said. also "just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have"

vii. worst character death

cedric baby.... he was just vibing there :-((( i miss fred too

viii. this made me so happy you have no idea moment

i honestly don't know. funnily enough i only got into hp and binged the movies because a few years ago when we went to london our teacher promised us to visit the studios and i was like i wanna know what's all that about BUT THEN WE DIDN'T VISIT THE STUDIOS so basically. i did all that for Nothing. i gained nothing from hp tbh tho i'm really thankful for all the great friends i met here because of hphm 🥺 love and miss you guys a lot

ix. saddest moment

everyone's respect dying for jk rolling

x. favourite location

that bathroom with moaning myrtle

[goodlucktai]

Congrats on finishing your paper! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧ Could I request Prompto-centric stuff? If you're up for AU thoughts, I recently had an idea flash of Versus13!Prompto (from early trailers) and canon!Prom being brothers/twins and got very excited - it'd be lovely to read your take on that! Your writing is such a rich, heartwarming experience. I'm ace & a Found Family lover too so it just resonates with me so much. Thank you!

x

Prompto shows up to the Crow’s Nest looking hunted. Gladio is already sliding over to make room for him on his side of the booth, and Prompto crashes into the waiting seat without ceremony. He shoulders off a ratty backpack, letting it fall to the floor at his feet, which would imply that he literally just got back.

“Hey, guys,” Prompto says without inflection.

“Oof,” Noct says. He leans forward across the table on his elbows, and gives Prompto’s hair a friendly ruffle. “Missed you too, loser.”

It’s an understatement. Noctis and Prompto have been comfortably attached at the hip since they were fifteen, and this past week was probably the longest they’d ever spent apart. Gladio’s had to listen to the crown prince whine for the last five days, and if it wasn’t his actual job to make sure Noctis didn’t get his ass kicked, Gladio would have kicked his ass. 

Prompto makes a face and waves Noct’s hand away, but already his demeanor is thawing. “Of course I missed you. We only Facetimed like every five seconds. Sorry, it was a long drive.”

Gladio scrutinizes him on the low, taking in what Ignis probably already has. He’s wrinkled and red-eyed and jittery, something tight in the lines of his body that speaks of frustration.

“I take it you didn’t enjoy your trip?” Ignis asks. He pushes Gladio’s basket of fries under Prompto’s nose, more or less a command to eat something. 

Prompto picks up a fry and worries it apart in his fingers.

“‘Course I didn’t. Driving all the way to Duscae in a gross car with a sleazy reporter to get your idiot brother out of jail isn’t exactly a vacation. I can’t believe I had to miss Iris’ birthday.”

“Hey, don’t let your head go there,” Gladio tells him firmly. “She told you it was fine, and she loved that stupid Moogle jacket you got her.”

“There’s, like, a whole fleet of not-gross cars at the Citadel that you could have borrowed,” Noct says for the nth time. “You have the same clearance level as Ignis, and Ignis can do whatever he wants.”

“Uh, I think that’s just ‘cause he’s Ignis.”

“Either way, I would have been happy to arrange alternate transportation,” says Ignis calmly. “Threatening Mr. Ghiranze with what I would do to him if he made you uncomfortable in any way wasn’t nearly as reassuring.”

Prompto chokes on a bite of Noct’s salmon and Gladio thumps him on the back until he gets it down.

“You what?” he finally manages. “Oh, no wonder he was so weird! He wouldn’t even look at me. Iggy, you’re the best.”

He’s breathless, and bright with the beginning of laughter, and Gladio thinks, Nice one, Specs.

It felt weird to be three instead of four, even only for a week. He won’t come out and say it, but Gladio is relieved to have Blondie back where he belongs. 

He’ll be with Gladio heading up Basic Training for the next two months, and Gladio is more than looking forward to it. The new recruits are a bunch of pains in the ass, and they deserve to have Cor the Immortal’s ‘Quicksilver’ protege whip them into terrified appreciation for Gladio’s less manic approach. 

The bell above the door rings merrily, and a familiar someone shouts, “Hey, birdbrain!” 

The hard-won good cheer drains out of Prompto’s face like water from a leaky faucet. He doesn’t have time to turn around before Peregrine is upon him, pouncing like a hungry coeurl upon an injured anak.

“You left before I could say thanks,” Peregrine says with vicious glee, grabbing Prompto in a probably-affectionate headlock. His barcode is stark and bold under the fluorescent lights of the diner, hidden in plain sight by a geometric half-sleeve tattoo. “Sick of your big bro, is that it?”

“For sure,” Prompto wheezes, trying to peel him off. “Definitely, one-hundred percent.” 

To this day, Gladio isn’t sure what to make of Peregrine. He showed up in Insomnia a few weeks after Prompto’s televised swearing-in ceremony, with nothing but the clothes on his back and a shock-rifle strapped to his shoulder. Given what they are, they’re physically identical, but Prompto’s friends have never had any trouble telling them apart. 

“Whatever.” Peregrine lets Prompto go with a toothy grin. He’s causing a whole scene in the quiet diner, but he’s been a Hunter all his life and very little seems to phase him. “You gonna be home tonight?”

“If I say no, are you going to get arrested again?” Prompto asks his brother suspiciously. 

“I’ll probably have my hands full with Dino, since one of your boyfriends here traumatized mine. He needs a little TLC, if you know what I–” 

“Nope!” Prompto says loudly. “Bye, Pere!“ 

Peregrine laughs, and it manages to be more affectionate than antagonistic. This time, when he leans down to hug Prompto, it actually looks like a hug instead of a cheerful mugging. 

“Thanks for coming for me, birdie,” Peregrine says, cheek propped on Prompto’s messy hair. It’s one of those unexpected moments of sincerity that occasionally pops up between the two of them like a buoy. “I know it sucked.” 

“It did suck,” Prompto mutters. But he’s leaning into his brother’s arms instead of away, and the harassed, stressed out lines of his body are relenting. “But I was actually glad you called me.”

Peregrine’s hands go tight in Prompto’s jacket for a second. Sometimes, he looks as though he’d like to grab onto Prompto and never let him go. 

The two of them spent so much of their lives alone– one in an empty house, and one in the wild countryside– and they both managed to find their own people, build their own homes. They don’t know how to be family, but they’re figuring it out. They want to figure it out. They’re learning their way around each other. 

Peregrine ruins the mood by squeezing Prompto so tight he squeaks. 

“I’ll quote you on that next time,” he chirps, and leans over to swipe Gladio’s basket of fries, and takes off as abruptly as he arrived in the first place. “See you, Prom! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“No!” Prompto yells after him, leaning out of the booth. “No ‘next time’!”

“Text me, byeeeeeee!”

“Could you imagine being stuck in a car with him for six hours?” Noct says, with what looks like a new appreciation for Prompto’s plight.

Prompto whirls to face him, vindicated. “It was the worst!” 

Ignis soothes him with promises of green curry soup for dinner– a handy excuse for what he already had planned, the chickatrice thigh and coconut milk sitting in Noctis’ apartment for Prompto’s return– and Gladio drops a heavy arm around Prompto’s shoulders to try to absorb some of his nervous energy. 

Prom’s phone chimes while Noctis is getting the check, flashing Peregrine’s silly contact I.D. Gladio isn’t nosy enough to read over Prompto’s shoulder, but he watches the expressions parade across his friend’s freckled face. Surprise, good humor, the automatic joy of an inside joke. 

As Prompto types out a reply, he’s grinning– the lighter, brighter half of a new dynamic duo– and Gladio thinks it’s a good look on him. 

[gothfoxx]

I read this fic recently where after giving izuku his quirk, all might works him way to hard, forces him to hide his pain from others, and hurts him when he can't hide it. All the while, izuku thinks its normal, and that all might is just trying to help him. could you do a one shot where dadzawa finds out and goes all "you will never touch this child again" mode? please i need comfort after all the angst.

Anon if it’s the fic I’m thinking of...I understand, here’s some comfort and if I can fit it in some Dadzawa fluff🖤

Also I’m using this song as inspiration cause it fits the way Aizawa would be feeling during the whole thing

Also sorry for my sins, I wanted to make it DAD Dadzawa 🙏

All of the students were back with their families for golden week so Aizawa was taking his time to get back home from the meeting with Ally Cat and the other vigilantes. He was going across an alcove that held a hidden beach when he heard the sound of retching. Normally that wouldn’t be enough to draw him in, drunks weren’t worth the trouble if they weren’t causing problems, what did have him looking down into the alcove was the sob that followed. It was the sob of a child, a child he had thought was safely at home with their mother.

Midoriya Izuku was huddling into the back of the alcove, right up against the rock of the short cliff, shivering and dry heaving. He was covered in dark marks and smudges, his shirt was way too thin for the weather and his wasn’t wearing any shoes. In the dark his hair and the smudges looked black while his pale skin looked sickly in the moonlight. Aizawa’s instincts had him jumping down the cliff in an instant, that probably wasn’t the best idea because the small boy flinched and curled into himself like he expected a blow. From here Aizawa could smell iron along with the bile. Midoriya was bleeding.

“Midoriya?” No response, “Midoriya?” Still nothing. Aizawa sat down in front of the boy, minding the sick, and tried again, “Izuku?” The kid’s head snapped up at the use of his first name. “S-Sensei? Why are y-you he-here?” Midoriya asked with chattering teeth. Thanking kami that he was in civilian clothes Aizawa took off his coat and draped it over his student’s trembling shoulders. “Well kid I could ask you that same question, I’m a off duty underground hero. What’s your reason?” He gently reached out and tilted Midoriya’s head so the light hit him better, the kid had a black eye that was swollen shut and a busted lip. “Who did this to you?” His voice remained calm but the instincts that made him jump down here were yelling at him to take this kid and book it. There was a crunch in the sand behind him just as Midoriya’s eyes grew wide and he gasped out “All Might”.

The crunch turned out to be a stray dog that came up to sniff them, whimpering into Midoriya’s side while the boy took to slowly petting its head. It didn’t take an idiot to put together the clues, the kid had a quirk he couldn’t control, he seemed unused to praise, he and Yagi knew each other before class, the low self worth, the clear aftermath of a harsh beating, and the fear at being found by Yagi. Obviously Midoriya was being abused by his father, a man who claimed that the boy was not in fact his. Aizawa had looked into the kid, he knew the boy got his quirk late and he wasn’t a stranger to a father leaving because of a quirk. It was plausible that a dead-beat might come back once he thought his kid was worth something now. “Midoriya does your mother know where you are?” He hopes that she doesn’t, that she wasn’t letting this happen. The boy stiffens and the dog whimpers again trying to snuggle the kid. “N-no, she d-doesn’t n-n-know. She i-is out of town.” Midoriya’s answer rings with a hollow note. “Mid- Izuku, where are you stay while she’s out of town?” The gut feeling is eating at him now chanting a montra of ‘grab him and run, hide’ and he was so close to giving in.

Midoriya didn’t get a chance to answer because another crunch in the sand, this one much heavier announced the arrival of someone else. The dog stood in the kid’s lap and growled. The figure standing behind Aizawa was the skeletal form of Toshinori Yagi. It wasn’t the Yagi or All Might Aizawa was used to and annoyed by, this Yagi had looked less like death was at his door and more like he was the reaper coming to collect his bounty. “Midoriya you shouldn’t run off like that, look you’ve worried this poor man and his dog. Come along we need to go back to the agency.” And if Aizawa hadn’t grown up hearing the same tone of fake concern from his mother or afterwards when dealing with domestic abuse cases he might have fallen for it. Standing up to his full height and letting all the protective rage and childhood fear fuel the fire behind his glare Aizawa growled out, “he isn’t going back with you. He’s never going with you anywhere again! I don’t care if he is your kid or not Yagi, you are never laying a hand on him or going near him again! I’ll make sure of it!” All Might blinks in shock then recognition, “Hello Aizawa, didn’t take you as a dog person. Now why can’t I take my charge back with me? He’s my responsibility.” The titan asked, the threat in Aizawa’s words either not taken seriously or not understood. “Because Yagi, he was scared to death that it was you when I found him. He’s terrified and covered in injuries and blood. You are not getting him back ever.” The anger and panic in his gut turned from a hot feverish wild fire to a freezing acidic poison that laced his every word. He would fight the world’s number one, the devil himself, to protect Izuku.

After a great time of staring each other down All Might yields and takes a step back. “Fine, keep him, but I’ll always be there. He can’t escape his destiny and we’ll always be connected.” He states the last bit towards the boy still cowering behind the dog. The dog growls again and lowers into a fighting stance. “His destiny is his to decide. Being his father doesn’t automatically his dad, it doesn’t make you connected. Don’t ever think it does.” Aizawa declares with the wisdom of someone who had to find that knowledge firsthand. All Might scofts and walks away a dismissive wave of his hand.

Aizawa stands there for a long while making sure the skeletal was really gone before he turns back to the two behind him. Izuku is staring with his one good eye like the world had just flipped upside down. As gently as he can muster Aizawa starts talking to Izuku “Hey kid, it’s going to be okay. I know it might not make sense now but you’re safe now, what was happening with you and him was not how anyone should treat you. I won’t let him make you think it’s okay just because you share dna. I won’t let him hurt you again, you’re safe.” The kid still looks so lost but he nods, it looks like it causes him pain though.

“Okay first thing first, medical care.” The boy opens his mouth to argue, “Kid you look worse than I did at USJ please don’t try to fight me on this.” Aizawa pleads as he pulls out his phone and calls Ally Cat, they should still be awake and they have a car. The conversation is short and to the point, Cat will be picking them up with a change of clothes and some flip-flops for the kid and a leash for the stray. “Thanks for doing this Cat, I know it’s short notice.” “All emergencies are short notice Eraser, I got your back.” “See you soon” “you know it” And with that everything is set into motion, slowly but in motion non the less. He looks back at Izuku after he hangs up, the kid is dozing off with his hands in the dog’s fur. If it wasn’t for the injuries and time of night Aizawa could pretend that they were just at the beach for the peaceful silence. He figured he could take them to a different beach, make better memories, once the kid wasn’t beat to hell and back. “Huh, guess I have a kid and dog now. Mic and everyone aren’t going to let me live this down.” He muses just as a black mini-van pulls to the side of the road above them. “Cat must have been worried” he huffs as he carefully scoops up Izuku and heads around the side of the aclove and up to the road, dog loyaly following.

Izuku had three cracked ribs, neck and shoulder injuries like that of a retired boxer, and a fractured cheek bone. The doctor was suspicious of the duo when they came into the hospital but after Aizawa showed him his hero ID and explained it as an abuse case the worried anger faded. Aizawa didn’t blame the man for thinking the worst. As they waited for more tests to come back and the boy to wake up from the use of a healing quirk Aizawa called Nezu to inform him about what had happened and they made plans to have Yagi removed from the school quickly & quietly. After that the kid was still sleeping and the doctors saw he wouldn’t be waking for a least another hour or two so Aizawa texted Cat about the dog.

E: is it chipped

A: nope

E: can your friends have it checked over and chipped today?

A: sure but it’s not an it she’s a lovely shiba mix

E: ok thanks

A: anytime, you adopting just the dog or?

E: he has a mom

A: :/ you know what I mean

E: yeah I do and yeah

A: cool! I get to be the cool auncle! Dibs!

E: why are all my friends like this?

A: cause you like the affection:p

E: no you

He ignores the next text because Izuku wakes up. The kid looks lost again, just rotating his arm with the iv in it and mumbling to himself. “Hey champ, you fell asleep before we got you here.” Aizawa explains slowly because the pain meds might be messing with the kid’s head. The kid just looks up at him with pinched eyebrows and confusion,”we?” His voice is so small and dry, Aizawa grabs a cup and fills it up from the sink in the room they are in. “Yeah my friend drove us here. They took the dog to a vet to get checked over too.” He elaborates as Izuku drinks the water. “If you want to we can keep her, the dog I mean, she isn’t chipped and my friend thought you might want to keep her.” He asks a bit unsure of how to address what happened without causing the kid more stress. “But the dorms don’t allow pets if it’s not for a quirk or medical reasons.” The kid says sadly. And that wasn’t going to stand on Aizawa’s watch, he claimed this kid and he was going to be the best guardian he could be. “She doesn’t have to stay at the dorms, she can live at home.” He assures the kid.

But now the kid is tearing up and the man did not know what he did wrong or how to set things right. “I don’t have anywhere else to take her, mom got caught in a villain attack at work. The whole building came down. Yagi-Sensei had been letting me stay at this agency.” And just fuck, Aizawa hadn’t been told Ms Midoriya had passed and he had a feeling non of the other staff did either. “Izuku, you don’t have to ever go back with him but you can’t not have a home. After tonight I think Yagi will sign his parental rights over to me but only if you are okay with it. If not then we can figure out something else or make you a ward like Er-“ He stops mid sentence as Izuku hugs him, burying his bandaged cheeks into Aizawa’s neck. All The man can do as the kid clings to him is cling back, he had no idea when the last time an adult showed this kid love so he held the boy close. “He- he’s not my d-dad Aizawa-Sensei, my dad g-g-gave me up years ago. Yagi-Sensei du-doesn’t have p-parental rights.” The kid admits as he sobs, his voice just barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want to be alone.” Izuku confesses, breaking the heart of the man holding him.

When doctors give them the okay and Izuku has gotten himself back together enough to put on the clothes Cat had brought Aizawa has Cat take them to His apartment near U.A. the shiba is waiting in the back of the van with a shiny red leather collar. Izuku and the dog fall asleep quickly. “So Sho, this mean you’re gonna petition for custody?” Cat asks as they drive, careful to not to wake the kid with the sudden sound. “Don’t have to, circumstances have changed. I’ll just have to file for adoption.” He sighs, he knows they won’t pry into it while everything is still happening so he feels safe enough to let them know. “Cool, just remember I called dibs on being the cool auncle. I’m spoiling him and that sweet pup.” They remind the tired man as he spots the apartment building up ahead. “You’ll have to fight Mic but I think being spoiled by both of you idiots will be good for him.” He laughs softly as he pictures the gift war that’s bound to happen now. “Don’t worry Mr Dad, I think you’ll spoil him enough before we can. You gave him a dog and he’s not even your kitten yet.” They tease.

It’s been three weeks and Izuku settles into his new bedroom with his new dog, Kēki, the room is kind of baren but he didn’t have a lot to decorate with yet. He’d thrown out or given away most of his hero merchandise, only keeping a few things his mom gave him. He was looking forward to the next week, Shota had told him that the papers were in and that by that time they would approve the adoption. Soon Izuku would be Midoriya-Aizawa Izuku, he wouldn’t have thought he’d like living with his teacher but the man gave off the same soft caring aura Izuku’s mom had...just in a quiet way. While the man wasn’t very physically affectionate he did listen when Izuku needed him, he asked questions about Izuku’s interests and goals and just overall made the kid feel like he mattered.

Izuku loves his dad, he hadn’t really known his birth dad so it was easy to give that title to the man that had taken him in so readily. Life was looking up, All might had been let go from U.A. and wasn’t allowed to teach ever again. Grand Torino had reached out in condolences when he heard that his non-grandson had lost his mother, the old man offered to watch him if the situation ever occurred. So now Izuku had a dad, most of the staff of his school as aunts and uncles, some odd vigilante that called themself his ‘auncle’, Kēki, and a grandpa! He still missed his mom but his dad had sent him to therapy to work through what All Might had put him through and Izuku had discovered he had some deeper issues of self worth and expecting abuse from those around him. So things were steadily getting better, not noticeably but he was just starting.

“Izuku! Kēki! I brought home dinner!” Shota called as he locked the door back. An exicited kid and dog bound into the front room looking so happy that Shota had to blink away from their brightness. “Come one lets eat while it’s still hot.” He laughs as he carries the bags of take out to the coffee table by the couch. As they dig in a feeling of rightness surrounds them. “Thanks dad.” “No problem Champ”

Kēki is a shiba mix with an all brown coat with a white tail that makes her look like chocolate cake with a dollop of white frosting this the name cake. Ally Cat wasn’t meant for more than just a throw away line but then they needed a car so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ hope you liked it anon

[lantern-inthenight]

Playing the Vocals (series)

Chapter 9: Finale

Pairing: Josh x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff so sweet your teeth with rot

A/N: You guys. I cannot believe this is the last part. The end of my first GVF series :( it’s bittersweet, but I want to thank every single one of you that came on this journey with me and these very dumb protagonists. I love you (and them) so much <3

Summary: The day of the competition. How will things turn out for Reader and Josh? This is the final chapter in the series, but read all the way down for a little something at the end! Eternal thanks to @sparrowof-thedawn​ for beta-reading this <3 and to @lover--leaver​ for helping me come up with the idea for this series in the first place, so many months ago <3

You set an alarm for that morning, but woke up before it went off. Josh was still sleeping soundly across from you, his arm still draped over your waist. You had fallen asleep facing each other, and it appeared that neither of you had moved in the night. Which was surprising, considering the day.

Josh stirred in his sleep and you squeezed his hand gently in response. This was enough to wake him, and he slowly opened his eyes to look at you. You watched as his mind woke up after his body did, and he realized what day it was.

You smiled, closed-mouth, exhaling a small laugh through the nose. Josh beamed at you, clasping your hand in his. Neither of you could believe it was finally time.

The competition.

….

Miss Michaels was a nervous wreck by the time she and Janet got to the performance hall. Janet trailed behind her, with an emergency bottle of wine stashed in her bag. The two women sat down in the front row, with Michaels immediately bowing her head in prayer, despite the fact that she was not a religious woman.

“Are you okay?” Janet asked, concerned. She reached for the wine in her bag, but Michaels held up a hand to stop her.

“I’m fine. I just can’t believe we’re here. Finally.”

“Yes, it is remarkable isn’t it?” Janet replied pleasantly. “You’ve all worked so hard, all for this one performance. The pressure you must be under--”

“Not helping, Janet,” Michaels interrupted through gritted teeth.

“You don’t think they’ll lose, do you? They sounded great yesterday. Besides, the entire department is just excited that you though to put those two together. They’re quite the dream team.”

“Yes,” the advisor replied, “But the judges aren’t going to care about the miracle of these kids actually cooperating. They’re going to want perfection. Our department really needs this grant.”

Janet nodded solemnly.

“And we can’t let those posers in Classical show us up,” Michaels muttered under her breath. Janet didn’t quite catch it.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

….

You were in the small women’s dressing room backstage, doing one last makeup check before heading out to the stage wings. Nerves were boiling in your stomach, churning it and giving you an uneasy feeling. But this was normal; it happened before every performance. It was just your body psyching you up in anticipation.

Your appearance in the mirror was joined by two figures coming into the room, and you turned to see Emily and Rhiannon.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“We came to wish you good luck before the competition! Not that you need it,” Emily answered.

“Aw, you guys,” you replied, moved by their consideration. Emily grinned as Rhiannon gave you a tight hug.

“You’re gonna do great,” she told you as you parted.

“Thanks, guys.” You grinned at your friends, happy to see them. Emily stepped forward to fix a few wayward strands of hair around the crown of your head.

“Break a leg, YN. You were made for this.”

You exchanged another hug with both of them before they left, and took one last moment to yourself. The version of you staring in the mirror was Stage You. Pupils wide with adrenaline, hair and makeup immaculate. The high-waisted jeans cinched at your waist and complimented the white t-shirt you stole from Josh. The look was topped off with a leather jacket.

You made your way to the side stage to find Josh and peek out at the audience. People rushed around you, moving instruments and risers. One rule of the competition was no pre-recorded music. So every act brought their own band.

The duet before you and Josh was just finishing up as you arrived. The crowd cheered and clapped, and you felt blood rushing in your ears. You could see Miss Michaels and her secretary sitting in the front row.

A few rows away from them, Emily was grabbing a seat next to Rhiannon. The latter was giggling about something with a guy that you were pretty sure was Josh’s brother. You noticed Rhi leaning over to whisper something in his ear, and briefly wondered if they were a thing.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Josh called behind you, interrupting your mindless distraction. You turned to smile at him.

“Hey.”

“You ready to show them what happens when we team up?” He asked, grinning mischievously. You laughed, nodding without hesitation.

“Hell yeah.”

The smile stuck to Josh’s face as he took your hands into his own. He stepped closer to you and pressed his forehead against yours. You each breathed slowly, deliberately, until your breaths were evenly paced with one another. You were steady and concentrated.

You shared a quiet moment there backstage, in the midst of the chaos, before someone called your last names. Josh squeezed your hands before releasing them, and kissed you softly on the cheek.

The presenter announced your names to the crowd, and you strode onto the stage. Josh was right behind you, laughing and waving to the crowd. He was a natural.

But when he took the microphone off its stand, his hand shook a little. A little bit of restless energy, and a little bit of nerves. You felt it, too. The backing band started up, with the drummer tapping out his one, two, three, four. Then Jake started in with the guitar riff, and the crowd began to cheer already. It seemed he was popular on all fronts.

It had been Josh’s idea to invite Jake to do the guitar for your performance. The piece needed a little bit of rock ‘n’ roll added to it.

Animal was a pop song, after all.

The blood rushing in your ears came to a crescendo just as Jake’s riff segued into the first lines. You took a deep, diaphragmatic breath, and looked over at Josh.

The moment you saw him open his mouth to sing, the noise faded away. The audience, the judges, the nerves, all disappeared. And when Josh looked at you, he grinned around his lines. It was the same for him.

You blacked out for most of the performance, as you usually did. You were pretty sure Josh had, too. But you had practiced so many times, that the performance was learned down to muscle memory.

You and Josh nailed every second of it. Every note, every line, every cue. Your voices blended and complemented each other just like they had that first day in practice. But this time, your hard work paid off, with everything sounding more refined. It was pop, it was rock. It was perfect.

You and Josh concluded the song with Jake’s guitar wailing and the drum cymbals crashing behind you. You didn’t need to look at the audience to know they were going wild. When you glanced down at the judges’ panel, they were exchanging comments with impressed expressions. Behind them, Miss Michaels could be seen visibly mouthing the words, Thank God.

Looking back up at Josh, you grinned and laughed. He looked just as elated as you felt. It had been the perfect duet, made even better by the perfect duo.

The two of you pushed the mics back onto their stands, and strolled off stage hand-in-hand. Someone handed Josh flowers, and he passed them to you. He then surprised you by picking you up and spinning you around in circles.

“That was fucking perfect,” he breathed, as you giggled into his shoulder. You pulled back to kiss him deeply for just a moment, holding onto him tightly.

Your kiss was disrupted by the sharp voice of your advisor.

“Oh, I knew it!”

You separated from Josh to see a triumphant Miss Michaels coming into the side stage. She didn’t look upset in the least. Behind her, Janet was clapping enthusiastically.

“Miss Michaels, we--” Josh started, but Michaels held up a hand to stop him. It worked, as it always did, and Josh closed his mouth automatically.

“No need to defend yourself, Mr. Kiszka. I’m happy for you two. And I’ll accept any reason that keeps you from hating each other. Now come along, they’ll be announcing winners soon.”

As you and Josh followed Michaels and Janet back onto the stage to join the throng of vocalists, he took your hand again. His palm was sweaty, but so was yours, and you were both shaking a little from the excitement of it all.

It occurred to you in that moment that it didn’t really matter to you whether you won, or not. You had everything you needed. Friends, music, Josh. Just then, it felt like those were the only things you needed to persist. So you gripped Josh’s hand tighter, and waited patiently for the judges to give you their decision.

Whatever it was, you would be okay.

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PSYCH THERE’S AN EPILOGUE BITCHES

Epilogue

“Babe, where does this one go?”

You kicked the front door shut behind you, carrying in the last box from the U-Haul. Josh was in the living room, amongst a sea of cardboard cubes, trying to push the couch against the wall.

“Kitchen!” He called, letting out a grunt as he finally got the couch into place. You chuckled at the disgruntled look on his face, and set the box on the kitchen counter.

“You okay there?”

“Yes,” he replied indignantly. You grinned and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. Skipping to the living room, you handed it to him with a sweet smile.

“Thanks, glory.”

“Of course. Remind me again why your brothers couldn’t help us move?”

“Because Sam and Rhi are on a camping trip with Danny and his new girl. And Jake just sucks,” Josh answered with a roll of his eyes.

You chuckled, not minding it all. You had asked mostly out of curiosity. Moving in together was a big step, and you were okay with having Josh all to yourself that day.

….

“No, put it in the middle.”

“But I like the way it shines with the sunlight from the window! So sparkly.”

“Josh, I’m serious,” you giggled, pointing for emphasis. Josh gave an exaggerated sigh and adjusted the object on the mantelpiece as you directed. When its placement was satisfactory, he turned to you, grinning. You opened your arms and welcomed him into them.

The two of you stood there, in your new living room, enjoying the space and the silence. Sure, the apartment wasn’t much to write home about. But it was yours.

Josh pulled back, beaming at you.

“Happy Anniversary, glory.”

“Happy Anniversary, Josh.”

….

“I told you it looked better in the middle,” you said, raising an eyebrow smugly. You were curled into Josh’s side on the couch, opposite the fireplace and mantelpiece. You had taken a break from packing to relax for a bit. Josh shook his head, but he was smiling.

“You are so stubborn.”

“Yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it, Kiszka?”

Josh answered by pushing you over and kissing your neck. He tickled you, too, laughing against your skin as you squealed. But one kind of fun turned into another, and before long you were a writhing tangled mess there on the couch. Across from you, situated in the middle of the mantel above the fireplace, was the trophy you’d won together a year ago.

Pairs competition. First place.

[daybreak-academy-fanfic]

Daybreak Academy: Chapter 73

I Still Trust You

Summary: In which Brain and Anora are rescued. Word Count: 1,541 First | Previous | Next ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆ ⚬ ☆

Brain very seldom found himself truly scared about certain things. His deduction that no one realized the two of them were not on the bus must have been true. Which didn't seem likely, with Ephemer being the possessive type that he was, but they had all come on three different buses. The probability of not knowing if a student was missing increased by at least two. Exactly two, with full irony aside.

Staying in the same place was honestly their best bet. They were lucky that the moon was so close to full that night. It made it a bit hard to sleep, but it was infinitely better than being stranded in pitch black darkness. Anora was possibly the only one of the two that truly got rest. Brain was constantly on the look out for help, or -Ub Iwerks forbid- dangerous wildlife. He didn't entirely relax until the sun started to rise- even then, it still made him nervous.

Someone must have noticed they were missing by now, right? If only Anora hadn't hurt her ankle. They could have tried to go back on the established trail now. Brain let out an annoyed huff as he looked over to Anora. She was still asleep with her head resting against a tree. How dare she look so peaceful while she slept there. Did she know that, until her foot was better, they were practically at the mercy of the elements?

Brain worked himself up and started to look around the area for something to eat. This nature preserve boasted on its arrangement of wild fruit trees and berry bushes, so it better hold up to that claim. When he came back, Anora had woken up and was lazily looking around the area. It was a very… distinct expression; something that Brain had to laugh at.

“Is that the face you give Ephemer after a fun night? No wonder you've got him eating out of the palm of your hand.”

“We don't...”

Brain didn't let her finish- instead letting out a snort of amusement. “Right.” he even bemused. “With the way that headmasters' pet walks? If you two weren't doing it, then I'll eat my hat.”

Anora looked at him before her eyes trailed upward at his fedora. It didn't look any worse for wear, considering. She wondered how much damage it could take before actually showing any tears.

“How long have you had it?”

“Awhile.” he informed her with a roll of his shoulder. “I think it was a Christmas present from my uncle. Liked it so much, I decided to wear it whenever I could.”

“I bet it would be a good source of fiber.”

Brain raised an eyebrow at her. “So you have jokes in that sleepy brain of yours? How delightful.” Giving a smirk, he handed her one of the two apples he found. Anora didn't think twice on why or how he got it, and quickly bit into it without another guess. The two munched away in silence for awhile.

Despite seeming to be very hungry, Anora had only taken three bites of her apple before simply staring at it.

“I know I don't belong at Daybreak.” she quietly said. Brain almost didn't hear her through his own apple crunching. “I didn't even know it existed until the acceptance letter came.”

The older of the two looked at the young woman. He gave his apple one last bite before tossing the core over his shoulder. Smacking his lips, he questioned, “Then why were you accepted?”

Anora slowly shook her head. “Dunno.” she admitted. “My aunt and cousin looked just as surprised.”

“But that's impossible.” Brain scoffed with a shake of his head. “Everyone in Departure County's heard of...” But the young man trailed off in remembering something Anora mentioned earlier. 'It was always too cold' to go camping, but Departure Country had a pretty moderate climate. Even now, on the last day of September, the air had a faint warmth to it. The sudden revelation hit Brain harder than it should have.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait.” Brain said instead, “So you're telling me you're not even from Departure County? Or… Or anywhere around here?”

Anora shook her head. Brain raised his eyebrows as he absently placed a hand on the back brim of his fedora, making it tilt up a bit more.

“You really do get more mysterious the longer we know you.” he marveled. “How fascinating...”

Anora didn't reply. Instead, she took another nibble or two at the apple before finally tossing it.

“Hey Brain?” she softly mused “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything.” she thoughtfully decided. “I'm happy with Ephemer. And even if the circumstances surrounding it were weird and confusing, I'm still glad they happened.”

“Yeah...” Brain found himself agreeing. He slumped his body against a tree, and folded his arms in thought. “Ephemer seems pretty happy to be with you too. It's just… obnoxious that he lets it cloud what's immediately important. Like with our meetings or his homework. Not that it really affects us, but just watching him dance on tiptoes like he's been high off his rocker for a week… That moron doesn't know anything about love yet. And one day, it's gonna hit him hard that the real world isn't a fairy tale.”

A deep sigh escaped Brain's lips. He looked down at Anora, who was picking at some blades of grass with mild disinterest. Some amount of his sympathy went out to her. As soon as it came, he immediately became disgusted with himself.

“I'm not jealous.” Brain said, automatically, as if he were speaking a thought.

“Never said you were.” came the just as quick answer.

The young man tried to say something, but didn't allow himself to finish. What was with this girl? Just a day ago she was ready to murder him. Now she was thanking him? Maybe that stumble she had scrambled her brain a bit more than anticipated. When Brain opened his mouth to tell her something, he was now interrupted with the sound of leaves rustling near them. Anora jolted in surprise and Brain immediately went onto the defensive.

To their relief, it was their cavalry.

The park ranger for the nature preserve look almost bewildered to see the two of them there. At the same time, they were also relieved. “I assume you're the kids from DBA?” they asked, letting off a sheepish chuckle. “Sorry it took so long to find you guys, the cell towers have been jammed since last night. A tree limb was in the way.”

After that, everything seemed to happen in a blur. Brain and Anora were taken to the ranger station and were given clean clothes, a shower, and a proper meal. After one of the rangers called the school, the duo were given a ride back to campus. Ira was the one who met them at the school entrance. But it was only to make sure they made it back safely, and to give them a good lecture on going off the path. Neither said anything about who got them off course, but at this point it didn't seem to matter either. Trusting the two wouldn't get lost going to their dorms, Ira left, leaving Brain and Anora alone once more.

“Well, I guess you should be heading off to your boyfriend now.” the oldest decided, tipping his fedora to her before starting to leave.

“Brain...” the young woman said, taking one of his hands into her own. She hesitated for a moment, looking from their hands then into his eyes. She took a small breath in before finally admitting, “I still trust you.”

Anora could feel Brain's muscles clench underneath her fingertips. Slowly, carefully, Brain started to move his hand from her grip. He placed a finger under her chin so they could look eye to eye. He moved a few steps closer to Anora, moving his lips to her ear.

“You really shouldn't.” he whispered in a low tone.

Anora's eyes fluttered closed, expecting something else, but Brain moved away from her. The young man looked her over, sighed, then started to make his leave. Confused for a moment, Anora opened her eyes again and almost didn't realize that he left. What an odd moment to have after all of this. It almost felt like…

The young woman shook her head. Nah, she was being ridiculous. Brain had a reputation for getting girls, right? There was no way he truly liked her like that. Not after the things he said during the field trip. She had enough evidence to assume he was jealous of her and Ephemer, if for no other reason than because he could. And that was fine. It wouldn't even effect her either, really. Satisfied with this answer to herself, Anora gave a small nod before heading to her dorm. It didn't surprise her in the slightest to know that Ephemer was waiting for her there.

She didn't give him time to speak; the first kiss she gave him was to prevent him from talking. The second kiss was to guide him -through numerous stumbles- into her bed. After the third kiss, the rest of the world didn't matter anymore.