#and all this stuff i want to be happy i just know is gonna be ruined or left with tainted memories now and its my fault

[kateschi]

explosions in the curtain aisle

synopsis: you and katsuki (after much convincing) are out to buy decorations for your home.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

after spending months merging your lives together as a married couple, you and katsuki are finally taking the plunge to decorate your shared home.

excitement bubbles within you as you navigate the aisles, envisioning how each piece could reflect both of your personalities.

“y/n, how long are we gonna be here?” katsuki complains, arms crossed, his usual fiery demeanor dialed down to a low simmer.

he’s standing a few paces behind you, his foot tapping impatiently on the polished wooden floor.

you turn to him with a playful grin. “just a little longer! we need to find the perfect throw pillow. this is important!”

“important?!” he echoes, incredulity lacing his tone. “they all look the damn same! can’t we just grab one and go? it’s a pillow, not a weapon!”

you laugh, enjoying the banter. “but it has to match the couch! you know how colors work.” you gesture toward a vibrant array of pillows, each one seeming to call your name.

katsuki’s eyes narrow, glancing at the colorful display as if it’s the most boring thing he’s ever seen. “you’re the one with the weird taste in colors. I’m just saying, if it’s ugly, I’m throwing it out the window.”

“fine,” you tease, “but if you pick it out, you have to live with it.”

he huffs, but there’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “whatever. just make it quick, or I’m heading to the snack aisle.”

you roll your eyes, knowing that katsuki can be both impatient and stubborn, but you also understand that this shopping trip means more than just picking out a few decorative items.

it’s about creating a home together, a place filled with memories and laughter, and every detail matters.

after a few more minutes of searching, you finally spot a pillow that catches your eye—a rich teal with a textured pattern that perfectly complements your couch.

you pick it up, turning it this way and that, feeling a surge of happiness. “katsuki, look at this one!”

he strides over, feigning disinterest but unable to hide his curiosity. “let me see.” he takes it from your hands, inspecting it with a critical eye. “not bad, I guess.”

you can’t help but beam at his praise, even if it’s gruff. “you really think so?”

“yeah, but if it clashes with my stuff, it’s going in the trash,” he warns, a smirk creeping onto his face.

“promise!” you laugh, nudging him playfully with your shoulder. “I’ll make sure it fits your ‘tough guy’ aesthetic.”

“good,” he replies, but there’s a hint of warmth in his tone. he places the pillow back in your hands and turns to walk away, already scanning for the next item on your list. “now, what’s next? we need some curtains or something.”

you can’t help but feel a rush of affection for him. it’s moments like these—when he pretends to be annoyed yet goes along with your whims—that remind you just how much he cares.

“how about we find some that are a bit more… cozy?” you suggest, your eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

he snorts, shaking his head. “cozy? what are we, grandmas?”

you roll your eyes, laughing softly. “just wait until you see them. you might actually like them!”

katsuki raises an eyebrow. “yeah, right. but I guess I’ll humor you. lead the way.”

you guide him to the next aisle, the soft rustle of fabric creating a comforting ambiance.

you sift through various curtain styles, holding up a set that features a delicate floral pattern. “what do you think about these?”

katsuki glances at them, his expression unreadable. “they’re… fine, I guess. but are they durable? I’m not having some flimsy stuff that’ll tear the first time I brush against it.”

you chuckle at his practicality, appreciating that he wants your home to feel strong and safe, just like him. “they’re made of durable material. plus, they’ll let in a lot of light.”

he tilts his head, still unsure.

you laugh again. “we can always return them if they don’t work out. and just think of how nice they’ll look with the pillow!”

he pretends to consider it seriously, squinting at the curtains as if they hold the key to world peace. “fine, fine. let’s get them.” he then turns to you with a quick glance, “you will not hang them.”

“oh, I don’t mind,” you giggle, as you lean in closer, lowering your voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “you will look so good hanging them up in your ‘tough guy’ way, husband.”

katsuki’s lips twitch, and for a moment, you think you can see the tip of his ears turn a soft shade of pink. “shut up,” he mumbles, though there’s no real irritation behind his words.

with the curtains selected and the throw pillow secured, you both meander through the store, stopping occasionally to admire various decorative pieces.

you find a small potted plant and hold it up, grinning. “what about this? it’ll add some life to the space.”

katsuki raises an eyebrow, eyeing the plant. “you think you can keep it alive? remember that one time with that cactus?”

you wince at the memory, laughing sheepishly. “okay, I admit I’m not great with plants. but this one seems low-maintenance!”

“yeah, sure, but if it dies, I’m blaming you.”

“I’ll take full responsibility!” you promise, huffing. you don’t see your husband’s eyes lookting at you with subtle fondness, while you place the potted plant into the cart.

finally, as you reach the checkout, you feel a sense of accomplishment.

katsuki stands beside you, the small plant in hand while you juggle the curtains and pillow. “not bad for a day’s work,” you say, looking up at him.

he nods, a satisfied grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “yeah, I guess it’s alright.”

as you both head outside, katsuki glances at the bags in your hands, then turns to you, takes the bags, his expression softening in that rare way that only you ever get to see.

“let’s get outta here,” he mutters, running his empty hand hand through his hair. “this shopping crap’s a waste of time.”

you laugh, slipping your hand into his. “you did great, hubby.”

he grumbles, but despite that, he doesn’t let go of your hand, his grip tightening just slightly as you walk together out of the store.

you can’t help but smile at the simple gesture, so you squeeze his hand lightly.

as you approach the car, katsuki pauses, turning to you. “hey,” he starts, looking a bit bashful. “you really love this stuff, don’t you?”

“of course! it’s our home, after all,” you reply.

“then… I guess it’s worth it,” he mutters, scratching the back of his head. “just don’t make me do this every weekend.”

you chuckle, squeezing his hand. “no promises, but I’ll make sure to keep it interesting.”

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[2isted-chocol8-art]

Post-loop shenanigans that are just an excuse to show Riebeck some love 😌 -> More Outer Wilds Art!

[dadsdog]

Sorry I've never done one of these before, but for your prompts/imagines could you please maybe do one about a "girl" joining a fight club because she's so angry and full of teenage rebellion and he slowly gets bloodied and forcemasced by all the other older guys in the club, thank you

age gap forcemasc you will always be famous. i wrote literally SO MUCH for this i might have to make it multiple parts. so i guess if you boys like it i can post some more :]

they didn't treat me any differently than they did each other. when we wrestled and traded blows, they didn't go easy on me. i had grown so used to being treated like a delicate commodity, always in danger of injury or embarrassment. here, the guys make me feel like a person. strong, ruthless, capable. one of them. getting the wind punched out from my gut excited me. all the bruises and bloody noses, they felt like trophies. these guys, my friends, hurt me just how i needed it, and they let me do the same in turn.

they insisted upon shaving my head, as all the long hair was always getting in the way.

"don't worry, you're going to look so good man. the long hair is gonna hold you back."

"man... the buzz cut really shows off your face. a lot of guys would kill for your features, kid."

"if it weren't for your clothes, you'd look like a guy. maybe we should swap those out next, huh bud?"

i would walk into the locker room and feel their eyes linger on me. they would say "have you ever considered going on t? i think it would give you a leg up at your age."

"i could share my t gel with you, if you want to try."

"there's no harm in seeing if it works out. i think it's gonna be the perfect fit for you."

a few of them sat me down and took my shirt off to expose my arm.

"speaking of, have you ever worn a binder? no reason, just curious how you would look is all."

"i think i have a clean one in my gym bag. i'm gonna go grab it."

all the changes came on so quickly. suddenly when i looked in the mirror, there was a happy trail leading down to my boxers. when had i started wearing boxers? i started having to shave my face in the morning, and stopped shaving everything else. i was wearing a binder when i wasn't fighting or exercising. my clothes no longer fit like a girls. i had barely even noticed.

when we weren't trading blows, they were giving me lessons on how to posture myself, how to speak.

"it'll help people to know not to overlook you. take up more space."

"yeah, and stop sitting with your legs together. there you go."

"good boy."

they started to call me that. whenever i did something they approved of, one of them would ruffle my hair and say "that's my boy." i had tried to tell them im a girl the first few times.

"what? c'mon, even you aren't buying that."

"look at you, you're just as much of a guy as the rest of us."

"don't say stuff like that, kid. unless you want us to really kick your ass."

their touches lingered. a playful chokehold would turn into hanging an arm around my shoulder. grabbing me from behind would lead to their hands on my waist. they would ask how i was feeling on t. comment on how good i looked with more body hair. how easily i was building muscle now.

"have you had any bottom growth? yeah?"

"i'm so proud of you, champ. do you wanna let us see?"

"i bet you do, kiddo."

they were right. i wanted them to see how much i'd grown. suddenly, the towel around my waist was being pulled away. leaving me completely exposed to them. they stepped closer, surrounding me. i felt strong, calloused hands hold my shoulders and waist, keeping me still. spreading my thighs wide, so they could get a proper view.

"aw, your cock is so cute baby boy."

"guys do this all the time, don't worry."

"maybe one day you'll be as big as the rest of us."

at that, i looked down to see their towels cast aside. they were older, been on t longer, but jesus. their tdicks were huge compared to me. i gasped as i felt myself being pulled towards another body by the hips. "look how different ours are, kiddo. maybe yours will be bigger once it's hard."

i was pulled along to sit on the bench, my thighs being spread apart. "now what did we say about sitting with your legs together?" i let out a whine as kisses were being trailed up my hairy thighs, stubble tickling my skin. i look to either side of myself and realize im eye level with their cocks. i look up at them as they pet my hair and rub my shoulders.

"you wanna taste?" i nod and feel a hand tighten its grip on my hair. "a boy your age, it's about time someone showed you how to suck cock, huh?" my face was pushed against his crotch, letting me smell him.

suddenly i felt lips finally meet my tdick, he was giving my cock gentle kisses, occasionally pausing to put it between his fingers and stroke me. the moan that escaped me let the other man's cock slide into my mouth. "yeah.. there we go boy, you can do it." he used the hand in my hair to push my head up and down the shaft of his cock, using my mouth as i whimpered and moaned.

pulling me off his cock, letting me pause for breath, i felt another pair of hands bring my face towards his cock instead. they surrounded me, standing over me, their cocks hard around my face. they were touching and groping me. making comments about what a handsome young man i was becoming, how well behaved im being, how proud they are of me. as my mouth was being passed around, they traded places a took turns on my cock as well. i could hear the grunts of pleasure as one man fucked my face, as well as the satisfied growl of another man with his mouth around my cock.

"you're turning out to be such a good boy," one said, holding my face in his hand, "aren't you glad we taught you how?"

[msschemmenti]

the bravo forum

melissa schemmenti x reader

a/n: the people have spoken— here is my contribution to the melissa schemmenti x reader community based on a crack idea from my notes app. bare with me, this is not edited and probably pretty bad-- but fuck it we ball ig. i also couldn't think of a name for this like at all. my tiktok fyp sort of throttled me into all things reality tv and that sparked this idea. also if you liked this feel free to check out my lisa ann walter masterlist for some of my older stuff.

”So now no one knows if they’re coming back or if they’re gonna pull a New York Housewives and just start over.” Melissa huffed over her shoulder to Barbara. 

“Girlfriend, I told you, I don’t know these people, and I don’t care.”  

Melissa watched as Barb entered the school ahead of her and shook her head. She really shouldn’t be surprised. Her work wife had always been very clear about her feelings when it came to the Housewives. And Melissa had tried to get her hooked. They’d tried every franchise and all she got from Barb was a disgruntled scolding for caring so much about these random women and their woes. Melissa can even recall Barbara advising her to pick up the Bible if she wanted to follow the trials and tribulations of someone she would talk about. 

Melissa wasn’t normally someone who participated in any discussions about the things she enjoyed. She liked what she liked and anyone who didn’t agree with her could kick rocks. But letting Jacob move in had really changed the way she consumed media. She and the history teacher would come home from work, crack open a bottle, and go to town judging the various players in their programs. With him around, discussion became the norm. And now that he’s moved out, she’s sorta missing that community. Not that she’d admit it to anyone. 

She bound into the teacher’s lounge, putting her lunch away and settling in her seat for the news like she did every morning. Jim Gardner was the only man she wanted to start her morning with. Midway through the program, excited voices floated through the swinging door. 

“I’m telling you— they’re married. She won’t say anything but there’s no way they’re just girlfriends.” Both veteran teachers turned their heads at the newcomers with frowns in place. Y/n, the newest edition to the Abbott staff, winced almost instantly under both Barbara and Melissa’s gaze and quickly mimed a zipper over her lips. Barb smiled gratefully and turned back to the television, but Melissa’s eyes lingered a bit longer as they always seemed to do when the younger woman entered the room. And hard as she tried to keep her glare in place— once the teacher went back to her conversation quietly the frown melted into something softer. Almost curious.

Y/n Y/ln was something of a hot-button topic for Melissa. She’d started at the beginning of the school year, taking on the higher-grade English duties upstairs. And everyone seemed to love her. She’d flown in the week before classes started with a bright smile and brownies for the teachers. She’d spent her first month covering recesses and lunch duties for absolutely anyone who asked. And had even worked her way into some after-school clubs. She was everywhere. And after five months at Abbott, she still carried herself with the same level of joy and excitement she’d started with. It was infuriating if you asked Melissa. And Barb had asked her before. It seemed the reasons everyone else gravitated toward the new teacher were the exact reasons Melissa claimed made her dislike her. She was a kiss-ass, a pushover, and far too happy in the morning to not be doing some kind of drug. But every time Barb grilled her about it she never mentioned how distractingly shiny her hair was. Or how expressive her eyes were when she spoke about literally anything. And she all but refused to even think about how her eyes seemed almost glued to her figure whenever they passed each other in the hall during the day. She just couldn’t allow it. And she definitely wasn’t watching this morning as Y/n filled her cup of coffee and then exited the lounge with another teacher to continue her conversation.

Once she’d left the room, Melissa’s attention turned back to the television as if nothing happened. But there was Barbara, lips pursed knowingly and eyebrows set in a challenge. 

“What?” Melissa asked, fighting the blush wanting to crawl up her neck. All Barb gave her in response was a pointed hum that told Melissa all she needed to know. She wasn’t fooling anybody.

-

“I can’t believe this is how you spend your free time. Here I was thinking you were reading Shakespearean Sonnets from three to eight when you actually just cyberbully Housewife fans.” Jacob laughed in disbelief as he leaned against the corner of Y/n’s desk. 

“Okay first of all— Eileen Davidson’s delivery of ‘How dare you?’ after being called a Beast by Kim Richards was very Shakespearean. And secondly, cyberbully is a very strong word. I’m simply engaging in dialogue with my fellow Real Housewives fans. It’s not my fault I’m good at reasoning and evidence. Argumentation was my jam in college.” Y/n explained with a smile. 

“So you’re saying you use your intelligence to cyberbully gay men and old ladies.” 

“How rude, the Bravo-verse is not just for gay men and old ladies. It’s for everyone. I don’t discriminate on the forums— I’m an equal opportunity bully.” 

“Huh, who knew there was such a sinister side to such a sweet woman.” 

Y/n shrugged, “I’m multi-dimensional. Anyway, I brought all this up to run my lesson idea by you. We’re doing a unit on dialogue and I really think with some appropriately placed censors we can make it work.” 

“Oh, That’s so engaging! And with so many franchises you can pull from quite a few scenes.” Jacob affirmed excitedly. 

“Exactly. And it gives me an excuse to talk about my favorite show on the job.” 

-

Lunch time came and the teachers found themselves in the lounge chatting idly at their assigned tables. Melissa’s glasses were perched on her nose as she scrolled through an article recounting the last episode. Jacob having leaned back in his chair, caught sight of the headline and instantly brightened. 

“Oh Mel Mel, have I got an opportunity for community for you!” 

Melissa slowly looked at the young man, unimpressed, “No thanks, I got more than enough community already.” 

Jacob sighed at the woman’s lack of enthusiasm but trudged on, sure this opportunity would be up her alley. “Well, I just thought you’d take to the idea of arguing with people anonymously about the Real Housewives. There’s apparently a whole world of people discussing your programs online and from what I’ve heard they need some strong opinions to balance out the nonsense. I just think it might be nice for you to have a space to freely share your questionable takes about these extremely vapid women every week. A community is waiting for you.” 

“Questionable takes? All of my takes are gold like my hatred for Eileen Davidson. That’s a very valid and based take. I’m always right. I don’t need no internet dummies telling me otherwise.”

“Well, when you realize I’m right and you start bullying randos online– I’ll be expecting a thank you.”

Melissa scoffed and watched as Jacob wrote the website down on a sticky note for her. “Huh, I’m sure you will be.” 

-

She really wasn’t planning on looking at the website. She had no reason to. She was completely content to live with her Housewives thoughts. But then the Real Housewives of New York reboot episode was absolutely insane. And she needed to know if she was the only one in complete disbelief at this Puerto Rico trip. She pulled the sticky note from her purse and cautiously typed it in. She would only look at what was being discussed. Just a little peek.

MisterBravo: Am I the only one who HATES Meredith and Heather this season? #RHOSLC

4:00 PM in Real Housewives Board

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MeredithApologist: YES! YOU ARE. 

HeathersReciepts: how can you hate the woman who brought us receipts, proof, timelines, screenshots?

Melissa chuckled quietly to herself as she read through the comments on the post. She hated to give Jacob any credit but this might actually be interesting. She continued to scroll until she found a recent post addressing the latest episode of RHONY. 

Bravoholic: Deciding to play devil’s advocate tonight after tonight’s most recent episode. What are our thoughts on the RHONY reboot cast so far? 

11:00 PM in Real Housewives Board

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She tapped into the replies and started skimming reactions. Lots of which she thought were stupid but not stupid enough to warrant a response of some kind. That was until she came across a crazy reply.

RepudiatedHousewives: Honestly, the trips just started and Brynn is already acting insane. Talk about a producer plant, am I right?

Now Melissa wasn’t a fan of Brynn but she also was smart enough to acknowledge Erin as a problem as well. Brynn didn’t stir things up all on her own. And also what kind of username is RepudiatedHousewives? Talk about pretentiousness. She couldn’t resist. She just had to respond.

RedHotPhilly11: repudiatedhousewives , you must be as pretentious and stupid as your username if you think Brynn is the only one producing this season. Erin is right there?

Y/n sat up immediately seeing the new reply flash across her screen. Pretentious and stupid? What the hell was this person’s beef? Brynn is a problematic producer plant, that’s just facts. So what if Erin gets wrapped up in her bullshit– she’s still better than Brynn. 

RepudiatedHousewives: RedHotPhilly11– i’m assuming you’ve got your looks going for you if you’re pulling Erin into Brynn’s evil. Erin’s not perfect but Brynn is obviously the bigger issue here. 

RedHotPhilly11: Yes, I’m hot. But that’s all you’re right about.

-

The forum shortly became Melissa’s most visited website. And she and this RepudiatedHousewives character loved going at it.

RHOAAddict: Rumor has it Phaedra Parks will be returning this season…thoughts on cast dynamics?

8:00 AM in Real Housewives Board

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RedHotPhilly11: Good! She’s kept Atlanta fun!

↳ RepudiatedHousewives: Incorrect– Bravo needs to make up with NeNe is they think they can save RHOA. Phaedra is actually a lawsuit waiting to happen. And she’d know, as a lawyer.

↳ RedHotPhilly11: Of course, you have so much to say. 

↳ RepudiatedHousewives: Careful RedHotPhilly11, if you keep this up I’ll start thinkin you like me

RHONYLover: Calling all historians, Who’s the biggest villain in RHONY History?

10:00 PM in Real Housewives Board

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RedHotPhilly11: Aviva Drescher. Only right answer.

↳ RepudiatedHousewives: Wrong. It’s Brynn Whitfield. 

↳ RedHotPhilly11: What are you, captain of the Brynn hate club?

↳ RepudiatedHousewives: Hell yeah! She won’t win in my lifetime.

↳ RedHotPhilly11: I feel like I have to admire your persistence but that feels to nice.

-

The morning after the finale episode of the season was a doozy. Both Melissa and Y/n had spent the evening going back and forth on the forum dissecting the drama that unfolded on screen. Other users had tried chiming into their conversation but both RedHotPhilly11 and RepudiatedHousewives refused to engage with anyone other than each other. And that energy seemed to carry into the teacher’s lounge that morning. Melissa was at her seat as usual, nursing her second cup of coffee as the news came to an end. And Y/n burst through the door with a sigh heading straight for the coffee machine. Her entrance obviously caught the attention of the other teachers but she was too busy mentally urging the coffee machine to brew faster to care. 

“Woah, Shakespeare what’s up with you?” Jacob asked, sliding up next to the woman with a frown. “You’re never down here this late.” 

“I had a rather late night so I decided to sleep in for a bit,” Y/n answered pulling the coffee to her chest with a sigh. 

“Oh yes, too busy cyberbullying to get a proper night’s sleep?” The history teacher poked. At his jovial tease, the other teachers seemed to tune in. All eager to learn more about the English teacher. 

“You cyberbully?” Janine asked incredulously from her spot next to Gregory. “That’s so mean, why would you do that?”

Y/n rolled her eyes and glared at Jacob pointedly before addressing Janine, “I do not cyberbully. I merely chat about television online. If people have bad opinions, I feel obligated to correct them.” 

“Oh right, season finale for RHONY was last night. I’m sure you were lighting that little forum up, huh?” 

“You know it. Although I’ve got this one person on the forum who replies to everything I post and we were going back and forth all night. They just know every button to push. Like last night, I was going off about the way Brynn was keke-ing with the producers after causing all that chaos the night before. A literal production plant! And then that RedHotPhilly11 comes in my replies arguing with me about facts! So we were going at it for quite a bit.” At Y/n’s words, Jacob’s eyes turned to Melissa curiously with a smile. Maybe the redhead had taken him up on his recommendation. And at her arched eyebrows and startled expression he was right.

“Wait a minute, you’re Repugnant Housewives?” Melissa’s hard voice piped in. 

Y/n’s eyes widened in confusion, “Um no, I’m Repudiatedhousewives. How do you even know that?” 

“Cause I’m the one pushing your buttons.”

”You’re RedHotPhilly11?” Y/n tilted her head in shock but that didn’t last long before a knowing smirk settled on her face. “Huh, now that I’m saying that out loud I’m not that surprised.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Melissa challenged, ready for another fight. Offline.

“You are hot.” Y/n shrugged easily. Everyone in the room seemed to freeze at her admission but she stood tall in her words and leveled Melissa with a knowing gaze. “What? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our very first argument. Where you very boldly called my username pretentious and stupid.”

“Right right, and you said the only thing I had going for me was my looks,” Melissa smirked. 

“And your only reply was that you’re hot. Again, can’t argue with facts.” Y/n snickered. “Wow, I can’t believe that of all the people on that forum we’ve been sparing with each other for the last 5 weeks. I didn’t even know you watched the housewives.” 

“Who are you kidding, I’ve been watching longer than you’ve been alive kid.” 

“Doubtful, I think I came out of the womb watching that franchise.” Y/n pushed up from her place at the counter to walk closer to Melissa’s table. 

“Ah what do you know? You probably can’t even remember the original RHONY cast before this godawful reboot.” Melissa goaded, rising from her chair to look Y/n in the eyes. 

“Wanna bet?” Y/n said and just as the women were closing the charged distance between them, Barbara reached up to pull Melissa back. 

“Alright ladies, I think that’s enough fun for the morning. Why don’t we save this energy for your little chatroom, hm?” 

Melissa shrugged and took her seat again working to push her irritation down. But as assessed her body– it wasn’t irritation she found. And Y/n found herself fighting the unexpected but familiar heat that a bossy beautiful woman could inspire within her. They both slinked back to their corners and everyone in the lounge exchanged curious looks over their heads. Not much later the school bell rang, and almost everyone dispersed. Except Y/n and Melissa. They eyed each other cautiously before Melissa broke the silence. 

“Reunion part one, next week, my place. Bring wine.” 

“Roger that, Red. Maybe we can tag team some poor souls while we’re at it.” 

Melissa grinned at the prospect and nodded before heading out the door, “Now you’re speaking my language.”

Let’s just assume they’re still trying to get out of Bravo Forum jail.

[impactrueno]

bro are you okay? I get concerned about anyone who admits to drinking as an escape.

anon i appreciate the concern but i gotta be honest, i really didn't think my post last night was cause for alarm compared to other stuff i've said that do not involve drinking. i guess i just don't talk about it much on tumblr but my mental health is not exactly great and i've been particularly stressed due to personal reasons (not gonna bother you guys with that) and the current state of the world these days (this i think we can all relate)

drinking is not a problem for me. i drink only maybe once every other week, usually on weekends, and i do it because it helps me relax. last night all i did was have a chill time drinking my shit while playing civ 5 lol

lately my adhd has been leaving me mentally exhausted and restless at the same time, all the goddamn time. it's been a nightmare. i really needed something to slow down my thoughts, and that drink did the trick. so of course i was happy! will be having another drink this weekend. and yes, i will be okay.

i hope this response doesn't sound rude or ungrateful, like i said i do appreciate the concern. but i do feel a little weird about the implication that i have a drinking problem over (what i thought was) a fairly innocuous post.

this is the kind of thing i would've expressed in like friend group chat with people who know me well, but unfortunately i don't have one lmao. i feel like that alone should tell you i have way bigger problems than having a drink "as an escape" last night to help me wind down.

finally i just wanted to say that i DO get why people worry so i don't want you (or anyone who felt some concern over my post) to feel "silly" for worrying because i can see how my post can raise some alarms if you don't know whether or not i have a drinking problem, especially if you've had firsthand or secondhand experiences with alcoholism.

not sure if this response needed to be as long as it was, but this ask made me realize that people who keep up with my tumblr but not my twitter have no way of knowing how i'm doing because i never talk about my life on here lol. frankly this should be the space where i open up more since my following here is much much smaller than over there.

[kaminocasey]

Make Me Wanna

Pairing: Benny Miller (Triple Frontier) x F!Reader

Summary: You get home from being in South America for two years and your best friend Benny is more than happy to have you back.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI; suggestive content, alcohol consumption but not drunk drinking, maybe super duper light angst? Just a lot flirty fluffy stuff with Benny. Santi and Frankie are married (bc I love them your honor).

WC: 3.4k

A/N: Ahhh so this isn't star wars BUT I got excited about Pedro being Reed Richards and then started watching Triple Frontier edits and then Benny popped up and next thing you know I've not been able to stop thinking about him lmao. Also, I listened to a lot of country music (bc Benny is a cutie southern boy ya know?) while writing and made a lil playlist. Song is based off by “Make Me Wanna” by Thomas Rhett. Part two is definitely gonna happen bc I can't NOT write smut for this fine ass man.

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You've been gone for the last two years, teaching English in South America. Tonight is your debut back into Floridian life. The second day when you got back into town, you ran into Santi while grocery shopping and he invited you over to his and Frankie’s place for a bonfire and cookout. You’d immediately asked if Benny was gonna be there and he gave you a knowing smirk and told you yes.

So here you are. Dressed up in a sky blue (Benny’s favorite color on you) sundress on a Saturday night in June. It’s a whopping 70 degrees and while you’re normally freezing cold in this kind of weather, you know that the bonfire will feel good. And maybe the arms of a certain blond southern boy. 

“There she is!” You hear Santi’s smooth voice as you walk around the back of the house from the side yard.

You give a smile to Santi and Frankie, greeting them with a hug. 

“You look good, sweetheart.” Frankie kisses you on the cheek. 

“Thank you.” You smile. “Where’s-”

“He’s on a beer run with Will… should be back any minute.” Santi winks. 

You roll your eyes and nod. “What happened? Drink it all?” 

Santi chuckles and grabs you a bottle out of the cooler, opening it for you. “Just getting low is all.”

You hum softly and look around at the back of the house. “House looks good, guys.”

“You wanna see the inside?” Frankie asks.

You nod eagerly and follow Frankie inside as Santi starts up the grill. As he leads you throughout the house, you look at the pictures hanging up and can’t help but smile. There are many of their families but there’s also pictures of their team. Or you suppose their second family. 

You stop to look at one photo sitting above the mantle in the living room. It’s familiar and brings back a sense of nostalgia. It’s a photo of you and Benny and Will. But you and Benny are passed out on the couch, longways with you on top of him. Or at least you’re passed out. Will is giving Benny what you’re pretty sure is a wet willy and Benny is smirking and flipping off the camera while his other arm remains around you. You’re completely oblivious to their tomfoolery and comfy in Benny’s arms. You have the same photo, which is now still packed away in some boxes that you’ve been too busy to unpack. 

You had grown up with Benny and Will, having been their neighbors since childhood. Your moms were friends and had always wanted the two of you to end up together. But he joined the army and left you behind. It had put a bit of a strain on your friendship for a bit. Until he came back. It was always as if no time had passed every time he came home. Eventually he introduced you to the guys and they all took a liking to you and became permanently invited to every holiday and gathering. A nice addition to their little family.

“He’s gonna be excited to see you. We haven’t told him.” Frankie smirks.

“He hates surprises.” You chuckle, scratching his scruff. “You need to shave.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie bats your hand away. “And don’t worry. He’ll like this surprise.” 

Frankie leads you upstairs to show you the guest bedrooms. As you walk into one of the bedrooms, you hear Benny’s low booming voice outside and you peek out the window, down into the backyard. 

He’s wearing his signature backwards green baseball cap, an open blue flannel with a white tee underneath, and well fitting jeans. Your chest tightens at the sight of him just as it always has. He turns up the radio of his truck and starts singing to his brother playfully. Will tosses a lawn chair over to him, cracking up. You can’t help but smile. 

“Come on, coriño.” Frankie nods for you to follow him. 

He leaves the room but you watch Benny for another moment, smiling to yourself. Unfortunately, the nerves still flutter about in your stomach. You’d not seen the man in two years. He looked the same mostly, but a little buffer, like he’d spent more time in the gym. You suppose he had to for his MMA stuff. Santi had told you he was a massive talent in Florida, traveling around the state doing it. 

You turn to go back down outside and find Frankie in the kitchen grabbing more stuff to grill. 

“You’re sure he’s going to want to see me?” You ask, softly before opening the back door.

“Trust me, he’s gonna shit himself.” Frankie teases.

“That’s not always a good thing, you know.” You sigh, making the older man laugh before you open the door and head out.

“Hey Frankie tell your husband-” Benny starts but stops when he sees that it’s you coming outside instead of Frankie.

He stops dead in his tracks, his lips parted with confusion. He murmurs your name and you slowly walk down the back porch steps toward the group which has all of a sudden gotten real quiet. Santi and Will both grin like dummies. 

“You- you’re home?” Benny asks in disbelief.

I nod. “I’m home.” 

As if time starts back up, he rushes to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up, spinning you around. His nose is buried in your neck and you can’t help but smile as your arms wrap around his neck.

He sets you back down but his arms don’t leave your body. “God, look at you.” 

Your insides go warm as you glance around at the guys who all look like they’re about to combust from not teasing. “Me? Look at you. You got huge.” 

You squeeze his biceps in a teasing manner, looking up into piercing blue eyes that you used to be able to get lost in. God, you missed him so much. 

As if he can read your mind, he pulls you into another hug. He’s still your best friend. 

“Two fuckin’ years, darlin’.” Benny shakes his head.

“I know… I know. I’m home, though.” You cup his face, scratching at the growing scruff.

He leans into your touch, covering your hand with his own bigger hand, as if he’s afraid to let you go. 

“Jesus… this dress…” Benny smirks, pulling back so he can look you up and down.

You go warm in the face. “You like it?” 

“Love it.” He hums. “Always loved this color on ya.”

“I know.” You smirk up at him, running your hands down to his chest.

“Yeah yeah, okay you guys can mack faces later.” Will pulls you away into a hug.

Benny starts to protest as Will smirks. 

“It’s good to see you too, Will.” You laugh softly and then pull away.

Benny immediately pulls you back into his side. As if it’s exactly where you belong. 

“I had no idea you were coming either.” Will grabs a beer and pops it open.

“That’s because you’re terrible at secrets, hermano.” Santi laughs, wrapping an arm around Frankie’s waist.

It’s true. Will can’t keep a secret to save his life.  

Benny leads you away from the guys and pulls the tailgate down on his truck. Before you can jump up to sit, Benny’s hands find your waist and give you a lift, making your dress scrunch up a bit. He leans against the tailgate on his forearm. His elbow rubs against your thigh and you go warm in the face. You take a drink, hoping that if he points it out, you can blame it on the alcohol or at least the fire.

When you look at him, his gaze is on your bare thigh and you playfully slug him. 

“Hey. Eyes up here, Benjamin Miller.” You tease.

“Easier said than done.” He mutters and you laugh.

It takes no time to get back into the swing of how things have always been with the two of you. Flirty and friendly. 

“I’ve really missed you, you know.” He turns to lean on both elbows, facing toward you as he rests his drink on the tailgate. 

You smile and take his hat. “I know. I missed you too.” 

He tries to take the hat back but you pull it behind you so that when he reaches for it, you run your hands through his hair.

“Your hair is longer.” You notice.

He hums softly, closing his eyes as he leans into your touch. “Can’t decide if I should keep it or cut it.”

“I like it this way.” You murmur. 

He opens his eyes and you’re met with ocean eyes as he leans his hands on both sides of your body on the tailgate. Your thighs spread automatically as he makes himself comfy between them.

“Yeah?” He smirks.

“Yeah.” You grin, glancing down at his lips.

His own eyes make their way to your lips and you tilt your head, wondering if this would be the moment he finally kisses you. The warmth of the fire and the soft country music surrounds the two of you comfortably and you rest your forehead against his.

“Come home with me tonight…” He murmurs, nudging your nose with his own as his finger traces a lazy pattern on your thigh. 

“Yeah, okay.” You nod.

You nearly beg him to take you up to one of the guest rooms, but you figure that would be impolite to Frankie and Santi. 

All of a sudden, you’re snapped out of the moment with Benny as Frankie calls over to you guys. 

“Food’s ready!”

Benny sighs, clearly annoyed but smiles at you regardless and calls back over to Frankie as he takes the hat and puts it back on, backwards. “Okay, thanks!”

You smile up at him and start to hop off the tailgate but he stops you.

“Let me help ya, darlin’.” He smirks, his hands finding your waist to help you down.

“You don’t have to-” You go warm in the face again at the pet name and his hands on you.

The urge to grab him and pull him into the truck so you can have your way with each other is too strong right now. The guys be damned. 

“Can’t seem to keep my hands to myself…” He murmurs, his hand finding your lower back as he guides you over to where the guys are sitting down to eat. 

“I’m not complaining.” You murmur to him.

He grins to himself at the same time that you grin to yourself. You sit between Benny and Frankie as you all eat, Benny’s arm never leaving the back of your chair. 

They all end up asking you a million questions about Rio, your job there, and if you’re excited for your new job at the high school in town, teaching Spanish.

“If you ever need pointers, just ask me and Fish.” Santi teases.

You laugh and then start speaking in Spanish to each other. Benny’s eyes can’t seem to leave you, which is noticed by everyone. Even you. You lean into him like it’s just the most natural thing in the world. It truly feels like no time has passed at all. 

They start catching you up on their lives. Frankie and Santi are about to go on vacation to the Maldives. Will’s dating one of your soon to be coworkers. And Benny’s just been doing his MMA stuff. They tell you about Tom’s incident on a mission gone wrong and how the money they’d been able to get had gone to his family. You had heard from your mom that he had passed but she didn’t know much more than that. “I’m so sorry guys. Are the girls and Molly okay?” You ask, leaning closer into the crook of Benny’s arm.

“They’re doing better. It’s been what, a year?” Will asks Santi.

Santi nods and then the conversation starts to turn brighter when Will says he’s planning on asking his girlfriend to marry him. Everyone gets excited. As you lean forward to squeeze his hand, Benny’s arm slides down to your waist and his hand settles around your ass. You let out a small gasp that only he hears. 

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?” He whispers in your ear as the other three start talking amongst themselves. 

You nod. “Yes please.” 

He grins and then stands up. You follow suit and everyone immediately starts smirking at the two of you. 

“I’m gonna make sure she gets home safe.” Benny says and you can see the hope in his eyes that the guys aren’t going to give you guys shit.

But unfortunately, that’s not their style.

“Oh sure.” Frankie smirks knowingly.

“Get her home… so safe.” Santi’s smirk matches his husband’s as he winks.

“Use a condom.” Will just grins and your eyes go wide and your face goes hot. 

“Oh Jesus Christ.” Benny says, starting to pull you away from the table. 

“Safe sex is no joking matter, Benjamin.” Santi teases. 

“Nah, I think we’re gonna go raw.” You roll your eyes. “Thanks for the concern though.” 

All three guys burst out laughing at the same time that Benny gives you a proud look, his cheeks pink from being flustered by your choice of words. You and Benny make your way to his truck as the guys all continue to tease you from across the yard. Benny slams the tailgate and then opens the passenger side door for you, flipping them off as he closes the door.

When he gets in, he rolls the windows up and looks at you for a moment, smiling. “Hi.”

“Hey there.” You hold your hand out for his and he looks down at it for a moment before intertwining his fingers with yours.

He brings your hand up to his lips. “Did I tell you how much I missed you?” 

You laugh softly as he pulls out of Santi and Frankie’s backyard and onto the street. “I think you did but I don’t mind hearing it again.” 

“I missed you so fuckin’ much, darlin’.” He squeezes your hand.

You push the center console up to turn the front seats into one and slide into the middle, next to Benny. 

“Better?” You ask as you buckle the middle seatbelt.

His hand falls to your thigh like it absolutely belongs there. “Much. Thank you.” 

When the two of you were in high school, and you were out with Will, you’d sit in the middle of the two of them in their truck. Benny’s arm would always be around you, resting on the back of the seat. It was truly no wonder everyone and their mother thought the two of you were together.

“Reminds me of old times.” You rest your head on his shoulder as you wrap your right hand around his bicep as he drives toward his place. 

He hums in agreement. “God, I had such a crush on you back then. I’m so dumb for not telling you sooner. Especially since I could’ve been touching you like this the whole time…” 

“Well… yeah… but I could’ve also said something.” You laugh.

“I mean… it felt like everyone knew the two of us… belonged to each other, in a way?” He glances at you with a wide grin that makes your chest tighten. 

You nod in agreement. “Since day one.” 

“Since day one.” He nods. “And until the last day.” 

Your breath catches in your throat. It’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you. 

A country song plays on the radio and you’re pretty sure it’s Luke Bryan but you can’t be sure. Benny sings along to it, making your insides warm and you can’t seem to look away. 

“What song is this?”

“‘I Don’t Want This Night to End’ by Luke Bryan.” He tells you, smiling while removing his hand from your thigh and putting his arm around you on the back of the seat like he used to. 

“Appropriate.” You smile, settling into the crook of his arm comfortably and he continues to practically serenade you. 

When you finally get to Benny’s house, the same place he’s lived since he got home permanently, he puts the truck into park on the street in front of the house. He had taken you house hunting with him when he got home from his last tour, wanting your “female perspective”. At the time, you thought maybe he was taking you with him to pop the girlfriend question but it never happened and you tried to move past it.

“Sorry, I’ve been waiting almost 20 years for this.” He says and before you can ask what he means, his hand finds the back of your head and pulls you in to plant his lips against yours. He tastes a bit like beer but it’s not that big of a deal, you’re just happy to have his lips against yours finally. 

Butterflies move from your stomach, down south, and then all throughout your body. You unclick your seatbelt, he unclicks his, and you climb into his lap, straddling him. Neither of your lips break apart in the move. He groans against you as his hands travel down to your ass, squeezing perfectly so that you whimper into the kiss. 

“Couldn’t wait til we got inside… I’m sorry, babygirl…” He rasps as his lips travel to your neck. “Well… only kinda sorry.” 

You laugh breathlessly. “I was about to say… don’t be sorry… I couldn’t wait either.”

He peppers kisses all the way down to your collarbone as he talks. “Wanted to take you up to one of those nice guest rooms at Frankie and Santi’s…” 

“The thought crossed my mind.” You hum softly. 

“Yeah?” He hums as he continues to suck a mark into the crook of your neck and shoulder. 

“Yeah.” You moan, breathlessly, grinding against him so that your dress slides up around your waist a bit.

He groans softly, squeezing you roughly. “Good to know we still share a brain just like we always have.” 

It’s true. The two of you have always been so in tune with each other, you could never imagine having this with anyone else. 

“Is that brain of yours thinking what I’m thinking?” You ask, nodding toward his house.

“Hell yeah, darlin’.” He brings his lips to yours again but doesn’t make a move to get out. You tilt your head curiously, not sure what he’s thinking right this second.

“What is it?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He looks up at you as if you hung the stars and moon yourself.

Heat courses through your veins for him and you lean your forehead against his. 

“I mean it, babygirl… you have always been it for me. This is what I’ve been waiting my whole life for.” He cups your face, looking into your eyes. Searching, to make you understand the seriousness of what he’s saying. “I love you. With my entire heart and soul, which belong to you. Always have, always will.”

A lump forms in your throat and you can’t help but crush your lips to his, a soft cry escaping against the kiss. 

“Oh darlin’, what-”

“Ugh. Sorry.” You wipe your eyes, trying to not wipe your mascara. “I’ve just… I’ve been waiting for this too… And I feel like we wasted so much time being apart…” 

He nods, understanding. “Well… we’re together now… right?” 

You grin, nodding, and he wipes a few more stray tears from the corners of your eyes and cheeks, still looking at you like you’re some sort of celestial being he would gladly get down on his hands and knees and worship. The way he’s always looked at you…

“What do you say… we go inside and I can try to make up for lost time?” He offers, his low voice going straight to your warmth.

“Yes please.” You give him a sweet smile and he kisses you again before you climb out of his lap and head up to the house, hand in hand, finally heading toward the future you’ve been waiting your whole life for.

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Ex-Sneaky Link!JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader

After months of hooking up with JJ in secret, you both began developing deep feelings for each other, but when his friends, Kie especially, learn of your relationship and plot on it's downfall JJ leaves you reeling and confused as he enters a relationship with his best friend leaving you to wonder what you did to push him away so quickly. Unbeknownst to you however. the blonde was struggling more than he let on, wanting nothing more than to go his own path but feeling trapped with those who used to make him feel free. The only person he can think of now that makes him feel as open as he once did is.... you.

Warnings: Emotional Cheating, Anxiety, JJ ignoring his true feelings, Minor Manipulation(Kie).

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JJ decided that night that he had to stop pretending. He knew what he wanted, the life he wanted, who he wanted. He just couldn’t have any of it. So why hide when he knew it would never happen. He was tired of every ones expectations of him, he was tired of hiding. He didn’t have to be with you to have you in his corner.

And he just had to accept that already.

The next week started to practically fly by, you got him an interview with Mr.Barnes and he started that very Monday. Kie seemed happy with the news and for the first time in a long time she actually seemed proud.

It felt like you being back in his life was going to fix everything, you made him happy even when he knew you were nothing more than friends. Would never be anything more than friends. And even though his chest hurt sometimes at the reminder, once he told himself it was better this way he could breath again.

The first day was absolutely perfect, Mr.Barnes had directed you to show him around just as you suspected he would. Your excitement fluttered in your chest as you explained where everything was and he listened, like he always would. In all honesty it should have only taken about half an hour, but with every other word being precisely picked as to not start something you shouldn’t with what almost happened in your bedroom mere nights before and every time your eyes met lasting just a few seconds too long. Half an hour quickly doubled.

And even though you knew JJ could introduce himself to the other staff on his own, and likely wouldn’t even need to interact with them much, you took the opportunity to introduce him to a few just to spend some extra time by his side. When the day came to an end he was quick to walk you to your car, joking “As a new member of a very successful security company it’s my job to make sure pretty little things like you get where yer goin’ safely.”

You could feel your cheeks heat against your will, the slight southern drawl to his words making you melt. You knew better than to let him speak to you like that but you were seemingly unable to actually draw the line. “You know you can’t say things like that to me JJ.” Voice lacking conviction and your face etched in the obvious sadness at needing to turn him down you turned to get into your car. The feeling of his callased hand on your wrist stopped you, quicker than it should have as it turned you back to him.

“I know,” He sighs, eying you under his lashes before his gaze dropped to his feet. “It’s just hard sometimes, I want us to be friends, I want you in my life Y/N. I want to be in yours, however you’ll have me.”

“I just don’t know Jay, I don’t want to become a home wrecker, you know how I feel about stuff like that with how my Dad is.” You sigh, watching him and letting your shoulders sink in your own sadness.

“In order for that to happen there needs to be a homey feeling, and I have only ever felt that with you,” JJ watched your eyes widen as you stare at him. “I’m not gonna pressure you, I never would, just remember I’m here whenever you need me, whenever you want me.”

JJ turns, his hand falling away from you where it sat connecting to your wrist to turn away from you. Walking off and leaving you standing confused by your car.

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As the week quickly progressed there were moments when JJ would catch your eye as he collected the trash, the way you looked at him almost making him forget his setting. Other times you would almost directly run into him when he was coming in from doing yard work conveniently just as your break started. No matter what it was he always felt a spark, something he missed greatly.

JJ kept finding his eyes drifting to your desk every time he entered Rogers Security Services. JJ was happily surprised when he actually liked working there, thinking he even would if you didn’t. You were right in Mr.Barnes being down to earth, despite being absolutely loaded today he remembers his childhood of poverty and after losing his best friend he wanted to protect people in a real way. And JJ respected that, even if he was clocking in for a day of mopping his bathroom floor.

“Hey Jay,” You smile up at him as he approached your desk, clocking in with you as he had for the last three mornings, “Do you have any weekend plans?” JJ laughed softly, hearing the awkwardness laced within your voice. He could tell sometimes you had no clue what you should say to him, or maybe what you were allowed to, but he thought it was absolutely adorable.

“No, not really,” Your eyes meet for a second too long, his hand hovering over the screen of your work tablet where he had to clock in every day. Getting to see your face up close, letting himself take a little too long to get to work just so he could use the excuse to talk to you. “I was hoping I’d get to go out for a bit but it doesn’t look like it’s gonna work out that way.”

Your heart clenches at the sound of JJ’s sigh, the sound someone releases when they have the world on their shoulders. His eyes fall to where his fingers move across the screen and you let yourself shamefully watch him just as you had every day this week. You had to remind your brain you couldn’t be disappointed Friday was approaching so quickly or that he hadn’t asked to sleep over in almost a week. You had to ignore the pull at your chest as you realized you should probably keep it that way over the weekend too. JJ’s eyes met yours again, a look of uncertainty and questioning lingering in the way he searched yours.

Almost as if he was having the exact same thoughts.

JJ clears his throat, snapping you out of your own head before walking off towards the bathrooms. Your eyes linger on his retreating back, trying to get into a groove with your work and fighting the urge to go look for him every few minutes. You had to be professional and stay on task no matter how hard that actually would be.

In theory today should have been easier than the rest, while being separated by thick concrete walls for the majority of the day certainly helped the thought of him still swam in your brain all morning. And maybe it was intentional when you got up before your scheduled break, and maybe you chose to ignore the sign stating the bathroom was being cleaned. But who could know for certain, the door was unlocked after all.

JJ started at the sound of the door opening, quickly turning from his view of the dirty mop bucket below him, “This bathroom’s not - oh hey.” A smile came to his face immediately at the sight of you, it had only been a few hours but it felt like days since he saw your face.

“Sorry, I just-“ His eyes held your gaze with a questioning hint, a smirk growing on his face as you realized you couldn’t lie to him.

“What? You wanted to see me?” JJ teases, letting the mop in his hand rest against the wall while moving to wash his hands in the sink. He hears you laugh nervously behind him, his eyes watching you in the mirror while you think he can’t see you.

“Yeah actually,” Your face is red when he turns to you, shaking his hands free of the majority of water before leaning against the counter, his eyes staring directly into your soul. “I honestly don’t know why, I just-“

“Couldn’t resist.” JJ finishes, causing your eyes to snap to his. The look on his face entirely serious, his jokey, flirty mask gone for a split second.

“Yeah,” You say softly, tears brimming your eyes in less than a second, “Am I a horrible person for that Jay?”

“No of course not,” He sighs, stepping forward and pulling you into a tight hug. You let your head fall into your hands rested against his chest, “If anyone is I am, I can’t resist this either.“

JJ holds you, letting you cry, the feeling of his arms around you was much more than friendly but in that moment neither of you wanted to recognize that fact. You were fooling yourselves into believing this could end well for anyone involved, but you kept slipping further into this forbidden “friendship”. When your teary eyes met his again JJ’s head swam with worry, he hated the sight of your wet cheeks, your reddened eyes sparking something in him he didn’t understand.

His brain drifted to what you looked like the night he told you he was done meeting up with you. You watching him leave from where you stood in the sand, eyes brimming with tears that time too. It was the first time he believed his heart ever fully broke. And it kept breaking ever since.

“What do you want me to do?” JJ asked, arms retreating from around you to grip your waist on either side.

“I want you to stay,” Your voice comes out a whisper, nearly inaudible, but JJ hears and feels his chest sore, “I want you in my life too, sometimes it feels like I’m alone in a room full of people but when you’re here I feel seen, heard….wanted”

You pull away from him and he lets you, of course he lets you, “I’m so selfish, I didn’t even ask you what was wrong earlier.” JJ gives you a small smile, eyes finding yours again, his hands mourning the loss of your body heat.

“You always know don’t you?” He sighs, watching the sad smile you give him in return before continuing, “I wanted to go out this weekend, John B and Sarah got a sitter for the first time in god knows how long and Pope and Cleo are free at the same time which almost never happens anymore with Pope’s classes, I was excited, genuinely excited for the first time in awhile. But Kie has other plans for us all of a sudden.”

His head shakes, tongue poking the inside of his cheek taut, “It pisses me off that all I can ever do is what she plans. She wants me to come to her place tomorrow night, she didn’t say for what but I’m dreading it, feels like we’re overdue for a fight by now.”

JJ’s shocked when he feels your arms snake around his waist quickly, hugging him closely as his arms fall to wrap around you again. “You can always come to me, even when it feels wrong I’ll be there to unlock my window for you.”

For a second you both stand there in each other’s arms, sadly giggling and both thinking of what could have been if circumstances were a little different. When you separated from him you felt cold, turning to leave the same way you had come before you’re stopped by his soft voice, softer than you had ever heard it.

“Thank you y/n/n, for everything.”

It was hard to get into a groove for the few remaining hours of the day but eventually you finally settled. Checking Mr.Barnes’ emails, the company website, and making sure all the bills for the office were up to date letting yourself get caught up in your work, just as you should be. So much so that you hadn’t even noticed when JJ returned to the front room, his blue gaze landing on you every few minutes.

JJ sat less than ten feet away from you working on one of the guard’s desks, effortlessly fixing a broken drawer that had apparently been giving the guy trouble for weeks. He knew he could have left a bit early after finishing up the bathrooms but he loved getting to see you in action. Especially when you didn’t notice and get nervous or distracted.

The sound of the phone ringing shot your eyes up off your computer where they almost immediately caught his, a smile growing on his face before turning back to the project at hand.

“Good afternoon how can I help you?” JJ smiles at the sound of your “phone voice” as you used to always call it. His eyes darting between you and the broken desk drawer in front of him quickly.

“Yes, Mr.Barnes’ schedule is still free for Mr.Cameron and his associate to meet tomorrow at 2:30.” JJ’s head shoots up, staring in your direction as you so obviously avoid eye contact, “Mhmm, thank you for checking in, I’ll let Mr.Barnes know it’s set in stone this time.” Your eyes roll instinctively, setting the phone down softly, quickly getting up to inform your boss and expertly avoiding the burning gaze of the man in front of you.

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DUDE!! it was definitely brilliant and I loved it so much, thank you for writing it and indulging me!! would I be okay to be cheeky and ask for another one with little gihun and cg inho but this time away from the games? I wonder what life would look like for them away from it, the domestics, the softness , I could definitely see baby gihun asking to be picked up every five seconds, crying in fear of being abandoned if inho set him down or left him to do something really quick, or constantly cuddling inho like a koala but inho never minds it because he loves his baby haha (sorry this is long but I just love your content so much:))

:D XD THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!!! I didn't know that people genuinely liked my stuff this much! I'm so so happy of course you can have more!!

Domestic regressor Gi-Hun and Caregiver In-Ho headcanons!!!

I feel like In-Ho would get the title "Pa" from Gi-Hun. This would have been found out when he was tucking his little one to bed, and Gi-Hun was just so sleepy that it slipped out, and then right after fell asleep. In-Ho isn't the most expressive when it comes to his face, but the look of shock on his face lasted for several minutes.

To no one's surprise, Gi-Hun is super clingy! He'll always whine when In-Ho has to leave the room for something, and will constantly have a hand on his carer's sleeve or holding his hand. In-Ho is more than happy to provide as much care as Gi-Hun needs.

Extending on that, Gi-Hun loves being on In-Ho's lap. He will stay there when it's time for food, when they are watching something, nap time, or just simply talking. He finds that it's the closest way that he can be with In-Ho. He usually has his head rested of tho other's shoulder, and his arms around his waist.

About feeding time, Gi-Hun isn't the biggest fan. Yes, he loves food, but only small bits. When he's small, he only really eats snacks. But he still needs a proper meal, and that's when he doesn't want to. In-Ho makes sure to be as gentle as he can be with his voice, and to be patient with his little, knowing that everyone has their struggles.

Gi-Hun is really sensitive. I've made sure to include that, because not all of his regressions are as nice and light as these. There can be other times that when he enters the door to their shared home after a long shift at work, he's really annoyed. There will be small comments, mumbling complaints under his breath, and if In-Ho even offers to help him wind down, his partner might raise his voice at him. It's only about time before he bursts.

Gi-Hun's regressions can get pretty bad. There have been times where he has broken stuff on purpose, screamed till his voice was hoarse, and worst of all was hit his carer. In-Ho wasnt even mad at him, he just felt so hurt in the heart when he saw Gi-Hun like this. He knew that he would get tired eventually, and then they can both talk about it when he is big again.

On a more nicer note, something that In-Ho does to get his little one to sleep is to hum. He doesn't do it often, but when Gi-Hun really can't get to bed and fall asleep, his carer will start to hum him a lullaby, and stroke his hair. Gi-Hun is out line a light.

Sorry that some of the headcanons took a dark turn, but they just felt right to me. Once again THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! I probably sound like I'm asking for more but I'm just really really humble. I didnt expect to be seen in such a big community!

IN GONNA SKIN SOMEONE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH SOMEONE FREE ME FROM MY CAAAAAGEEEE!!!!!

(also it's fine that you called me dude X] )

[blubunz]

YAP SESSION 3

— RE chars in general x gn! reader

《MINORS DNI!》

Tags: Sex. Just casual stuff nothing crazy. RE characters includes: Leon , Carlos, Ashley, Jill, Chris, Ada, Luis. Claire is mentioned but I don't write anything horny abt her.

A/N: I have a hunch I'm actually gonna be sick un,, not feeling so great. This is just what j think if it's based on normal stuff like no fucked up messed up situations whatever, just casual lovers making love and what they like.

Consensual.

Ok now that's out of the way, I have some preference in minds, obvi they're purely just my opinions.

Leon is like, the guy who swings with whatever you want. Rough? Yeah. He'll go feral. Gentle? Ok. He'll be so sweet, even moan for you I'd you want to hear them, in which most of the readers in my fic would love. Most of the time it's just you, you, you. Him asking you what you want. Princess treatment or absolutely feral, he doesn't have one in mind, he's just on board with whatever you want and if you don't say anything, he'll ask you what you want anyway while kissing your cheeks so sweetly.

Carlos,, grhfrgrhgrh, he's so bite-able. I think he's the soft type. Like, he can be rough, but most times, he chooses not to if you don't specify anything. He absolutely loves seeing you just getting satisfied and happy, so yes, he'd go rough if that's what you want, just not without you saying. Even when you did something bad, or if you hit him when youre on top, he'd just melt and cradle you in his arms, kissing you, and you two would have some cuddle-fuck session. In my mind, Carlos is very emotional and sentimental in his love life. I can ramble on about the same thing over and over, how he's an absolute king in showering you with too much affection.

Slapping? You're into that, but Carlos is scared of hurting you. Bondage? He doesn't want to see ropes burn into your skin, the only thing should be on your body are his marks and hickies.

So anyways, his biggest turn-on is seeing you getting so, so satisfied. This might make him indulge in overstimulation however, he keeps making you cum and seeing your brain melting after each orgasm. That's right, you don't have to think, just be happy of what Carlos is giving you — pure love and affection.

I don't get much thoughts fron other characters in a sexual way, but I'll think about it like rn. Both Leon and Carlos are hot to me so obvi they're like,, um, long, and,, the first ones I write about.

I think Ashley would be some vanilla stuff, and if you two both try to go into some kinky stuff, things just gets awkward because both of you never really know how to do it professionally, and then you two would just laugh and watch a movie.

Jill is like,, ohmygod,, she's so ourhrorhrirug. The Jill in my mind is like, into the casual stuff, but she prefers handling you as well. She mainly wants to see every once of your reaction so mind you usually sex with Jill will never be a quickie, she doesn't do it slow, but rather she just does a lot of things to finally let you go.

For Claire. No, idk, I never think of her in that way and when i think about it now,nothing comes to mind. I love her character! I just don't associate her with these horny stuff so no.

Chris, big beef guy, I like him too! I think he'd enjoy handling you like Jill. Ok, so he's be like, usually, dominant and rough, hed praise you though, but hes very rough, and he enjoys using his strength to let you know who's in charge. but like, you can put him down no matter how strong you are. One word, one pleading look and you got him all soften up and asking you if you needed anything. Usually, he's never the one to initiate too, he respects you and only fucks you when you want to. If he's horny and you're not then he's holding it in, not even letting you know. If he's not and you are, then, obviously he has the need to satisfy you in every way he could.

Ada is like, I think with how she is in the games, she'd know what you're into by now. You're an open book to her and she can read you. You didn't even have to ask, it's like she knows. It creeps you out honestly, sometimes, at how every time she knows what you need. Maybe she keeps track every month? She knows your kinks too, and when you talk to her, she's like,, "I know,," sometimes she surprises you during sex, turning the usual sex into one imof your kinks. She enjoys seeing you surprised following with the high amount of pleasure that follows suit.

Luis. A bottom.

[jannythewriter-pt2]

Collage Feels Pt5

Warning ⚠️: Angst, NSFW

You and Connie had been taking things slow, learning each other, touching each other, loving each other…. That was until this morning. You woke up in your shared collage dorm apartment and you two had started arguing. “Idk why tf it’s not okay for me to go to that party tonight, I haven’t been out in a while and I want to go with my homegirls?! How’s that not okay?” You said upset. Yes you love your time with Connie but you wanted to spend some time with your girls, was that too much to ask?

“You don’t need to go to that party mami it’s dangerous, what if someone tries something with you huh?! Tf you gon do then?” he raised his voice a lil. “Don’t fucking talk to me like that, I’m a grown ass woman I can do what the fuck I want?!” You said not backing down at all. “Fine do what the fuck you want, you wanna go fuck other dudes you can go do that too” he said bitterly. “EXCUSE ME?!” after that you both get to yelling, you don’t want to fight with him, and yelling wasn’t something you liked either.

He had said something he shouldn’t have, he said that maybe you wanted to go to the party so you could go back to your ex because apparently he was supposed to be there. Knowing all the trauma he put you thought, how bad he had hurt you, it brought back memories you wanted to forget. Connie knew this, he realized what he said after he said it.

“Mami I-“ you cut him off “save it” you had tears running down your face. You grab your keys and your card and leave the apartment, “fuck” he said standing in the middle of the living room, he knows he fucked up.

That night instead of going to the party, you stayed at Mikasas dorm and cried on her shoulder for hours. Eren and mikasa lived together so he wanted to know what was going on. You told him and he wasn’t happy.

He had called Connie and asked him what his problem was and why he said the shit he said. Everyone in the group had known how bad your ex had treated you, so this wasn’t something he could just brush off.

“Fuck man I know I messed up, I know I shouldn’t have said it, I didn’t mean it I was just so fucking angry” he said sounding just as upset as I was. Even sighed and said “you can’t say everything that comes to your mind, what you did was horrible and you need to make it up to her”.

The very next day Connie had texted you. “Baby please come home, I wanna apologize for what I said to you”. You read it and don’t respond for about an hour but mikasa had forced you to respond, if you don’t it would make the situation worse and you knew that.

You typed a simple “fine” then got your stuff, said your goodbyes, and left. When you got back home to the apartment, not only was it clean, but there were rose petals and candles everywhere.

Connie came to the door and held your face. “I’m sorry for what I said. I’m sorry I hurt you, I know I had no business saying some dumb ass shit like that….. please forgive me” he’s so sincere. He rarely apologizes to anyone but you and you know that this is hard for him.

“You know how I felt about that shit, you know that situation was fucked and you still said something….. you can’t just say things like that, it’s so disrespectful” you said upset. “I know mami, and I’m sorry. I only said it cause I was upset I promise I didn’t mean any of it…… please let me make it up to you…. please baby…. Let me take it off your mind”.

And he did, he had put you in the counter, ripping your sweats and underwear off in one go, spreading you on the kitchen countertop. “There she is, so pretty” he waste no time and starts eating you like he hasn’t eaten in weeks.

“Ooooo fuck baby yes” you moan, one thing about your man, he could eat pussy like a pro. You move your hips on his face so you can get all of it. He puts two fingers in and pushes them in and out, watching how your face bunches up.

“I’m gonna cum baby” you cry out but he stops “why’d you- mmh~” he slapped his pink tip on your pretty pussy before you could finish your sentence. “Lemme show you how sorry I am”. When he pushes in, you already feel it. His fat tip bullying its way into you without mercy.

“Fuck baby it’s so good shiiiit” you scream out, he’s usually gentle most times but he’s so rough right now. “That’s right mama, take that dick…. Look at it, she’s creaming for me already fuuuk” he moans out. A thick ring of cream was forming at the base of his dick. He thought it was so pretty the way you were cumming for him already. “That’s right mama, nut on that dick”.

He takes you to the bedroom where he drills you in from behind. He’s pulling your hair so he can look at those pretty eyes roll back as he beats that pussy up. You’re trying to talk but you can’t, he finds your G spot and starts pounding you even harder.

“Fuck I’m cumming daddy” and you do, you make a pretty mess right on his sheets and he loves it. He’s not done though, he puts you on your back and tilts your head down to look at where you two connect. “Tell me where you want it mama” he moans out, “nut in this pussy baby” you say barley keeping it together.

“F-fuck don’t say it like that mama, might get you pregnant if you keep talking like that, fucccck~” his pace becomes erratic as he’s close, and then you feel it. “Shit I’m coming baby, oh fuck~” he shoots his load inside you and you swear you can feel it in your stomach. There’s so much it’s flowing down the sides of his dick. You feel so full, like there’s no space left in you. Your back arches up because you’re still feeling it. “Fuck it’s so much” your legs are shaking.

After he tells you how amazing you were for him, you two shower and go to bed. The next morning you wake up with breakfast in bed and some flowers, he said he was gonna make it up to you, and he meant it.

[peachhcs]

Ooooh what abt like will going to luke for advice for literally anything, like whether that’s help w samy, going to the nhl or literally just being a teen boy haha

UGH yes yes i feel like i never write about luke and will's relationship after just talking about how close they were as kids (and still are) maybe will goes to luke before he leaves for his freshman year at bc and wants to know what it will be like playing at a collegiate level + still balancing school, life, and sports

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as july bled into august, the faster summer was coming to an end and the closer the start of college was. laying out in the sun was traded for packing belongings into boxes and houses going out on the market since the boys' time in plymouth was nearly over. it was a such a sentimental chapter to put a close on and as much as neither of the boys wanted to admit it, they really didn't want to leave after the great two years they had.

will and samy were bouncing between each other's houses almost everyday as they helped one another pack. today, will was at the hughes' house trying to help samy sort which clothes she should take to college and which ones were staying behind. granted, she wasn't even going to be that far if she did wanna come back and get things, but will was helping nonetheless.

they decided to take a break for now and will found himself wandering into the kitchen while samy started tackling a different area of her room. luke was leaned up against the counter looking at something on his phone. he, too, was also getting some last minute things together to officially move out to new jersey with jack and start his rookie season. ellen and jim were almost officially going to be empty nesters.

"hey moose," will acknowledged the older boy.

luke looked up, smiling, "hey willie. how's the packing going?"

the childhood nicknames never got old.

"i think she's making progress. you know how samy gets with packing," the two boys shared a laugh. samy was very particular about the way she packed things and everything always needed a label.

"how's your packing going? mom's told me the whole house is almost empty," luke stuffed his phone away for now to give his full attention to will.

"yeah, pretty much. leno and i got almost all of our stuff shipped back out to boston. it's just a few small things we're driving back with us," the blonde nodded.

"shit, i can't believe those two years flew by," it felt like yesterday that will was starting dev and luke was just finishing. now will was the one starting college and luke was already done with it.

"yeah, tell me about it. feels like i lived lifetimes."

"nervous at all? excited?" there was something nostalgic and somewhat bittersweet as luke and will stood in the kitchen catching up.

not that their dynamic ever became strained, but it definitely shifted when samy and will got together. luke always used to be will's go-to. when they were kids all will wanted to do was hang around him, jack, and quinn. they were best friends and samy was never in the picture. the middle hughes didn't exactly know when things changed, but it felt like he blinked and suddenly samy was everywhere will was, or will was everywhere samy was. the luke-will duo slowly shifted into the samy-will duo. samy started becoming will's best friend and the person he went to first. now, luke loved seeing his sister so happy and it wasn't jealousy he felt, but maybe somewhat selfishness that he wanted it to be the luke-will duo again.

"maybe both? nervous to play at a higher level, but excited to be back in boston?" will shrugged.

"hey, i get it, but don't sweat it too much. you're gonna do great. i mean, you had the highest stats of any player this past season. boston wanted you for a reason," luke nudged the younger boy's arm which made him smile.

"thanks, moose. any advice or things i should know?"

"go to class or else your coach will be on your ass about it. just..be smart, you know? don't forget to have fun in between all of the seriousness. you only get to go to college once and i already miss it," it wasn't even four months ago that luke finished his time at umich, but he wished so badly that he could go back and do it all over again and soak it up more.

will nodded, appreciating luke's advice. the blonde's gaze drifted towards the stairs where samy was probably up in her room immersing herself in another packing project. luke watched his friends' eyes and he could see the amount of adoration will had for samy. as much as he hated to admit it, their relationship was cute and he'd never seen both of them so happy before.

"you know she's gonna be in good hands, right?" luke said which brought will's attention back to him. the younger boy's cheeks flushed.

"i know. i just..i hate that we didn't really get a lot of time together before college. like..our whole relationship is gonna be long distance until one of us moves closer to the other again," will frowned a bit.

"it sucks, but i don't think i've ever seen you more whipped for someone nor have i seen my sister like someone as much as she likes you. i know you guys are gonna make it work," luke's words brought another smile to the hockey player's lips.

"is it that obvious?" they laughed again.

"yes, actually it is. it was obvious since you two were like 15," that made a deep blush spread up and across will's neck and cheeks.

the sounds of footsteps could be heard on the stairs and it was like they summoned her by talking about her. samy came into the kitchen, smiling when she saw her brother and boyfriend together.

"speak of the devil," luke teased and pinched her elbow as she walked by.

"aw, were you talking about me?" samy grinned.

"yeah, we were saying how much you annoy us," luke continued.

"we weren't," will quickly cut in when samy pretended to act offended.

"i told you. whipped," luke smirked in the boy's direction.

"hey, leave him alone," samy scoffed.

"maybe i can convince jack to let you guys come and stay in jersey for a weekend," the subject shifted and the other two quickly nodded.

"i'd love to come see you guys. i'll already be making trips out to boston," samy pinched will's cheek and he flushed under her touch.

"make a pit stop in jersey while you're at it." the three grinned.

luke let the couple be for now considering he had his own packing he needed to finish. it was hard to believe that those two that would always be little siblings in his eyes weren't so little anymore. he knew samy would be taken care of because if anyone was going to date his little sister, he was glad it was will.

[lesbianneopolitan]

Yeah I absolutely love your Neo. Before I found out about you I was a big Neo fan but after meeting you and seeing your headcanons and learning more about Neo through you, Neo became my favorite RWBY character!

And then when I saw your version of Neo especially after the events of the Ever After, she became my number 1 favorite Neo ever! I cannot see any other Neo without thinking of yours. Don’t get me wrong, anyone can still make Neo aus and all that, but to me your Neo is the definitive Neo, I love her so much! And her design is just perfect! It captures Neo perfectly, even with her new features!

And the fact that she has to struggle with this new side of her and the consequences of the Curious Cat is just AAAHHH My poor girl!

But not only that, you gave her a partner, the Reassuring Rabbit, CC reborn, a new little guy being her emotional pet! It’s just so AAHHH!!! ABSOLUTE CINEMA!!!

Even when the show eventually brings back Neo, I will not be able to stop thinking of yours! That’s how perfect she is!

Not only that, you also made me appreciate Spicecream more and made me fall in love with Strawberry Shortcake!

I owe you so much in opening my eyes to the religion that is Neopolitan! God bless you woman!

I can’t wait to finally get the chance to reading the RWBY novels, because the first one I’m gonna read is Roman Holiday! I need to know Neo’s full story for myself and not just through bits and pieces that are told to me!

I also hope to get to see more of your Neo, especially with RR since I don’t think we see much of them together. I need my adorable feral ice cream kitty and her even more adorable bunny rabbit companion getting into shenanigans! Especially wholesome moments between them, like RR being there for Neo and calming her in one of her episodes. Or their first meeting and how Neo eventually accepted RR and opened up to them. AAHHH THERE SO MANY COOL THINGS I WANT TO SEE YOU DO WITH THEM!!! Each art, headcanon or story you post of them gives me life!

But for real thank you so much for being such a wonderful and talented person! Keep slaying Queen!

THIS ASK??? HELLO??

Like I knew I inspired people to like the character and all, I inspired others to also go ahead with their own versions of Neo and I love to see it, because I'm a sucker for multiverse shenanigans but ALSO??

wtf, you really do love my version and all the small details, like the RR put into the lore, and just, THANK YOU SO MUCH???

I'm vibrating on my seat, I'm very bad to express myself but I'm all giddy and happy- I know when it comes to the art there's just so much I would've loved to do, like there are so many ideas inside my head, the story between Neo and the Reassuring Rabbit are all inside there as well, mainly because it was the Blacksmith's idea to give the RR to Neo, to sort through the bad experience and trauma she had with the CC, and to have support so she wouldn't be completely alone in the Ever After (it was also an attempt to make Neo a better person), so their initial relationship wasn't exactly good because Neo was still resentful- she almost eats the RR a few times because of some of her new instincts too

and ALSO??? please YES, READ ROMAN HOLIDAY!! in all honesty it's the only novel I managed to read whole because my brain focuses too well in reading stuff related to my hyperfixation

but HHHHH, she's so special to me...I'm at that point in which (if she returns) seeing her in canon will feel weird, because it's obviously not gonna follow all the headcanons I've been developing, but I would be happy enough to just see a bit more of Neo lol

[ladydaybreaker]

I can see both Nori and Khan being a little wary and cold at first, again like Kalpea said...she did die by DD nanite acid. It's also worry on Khan's end of "This is a predator of my kind and is dating my daughter, my only child. What if he hurts her?" (Yes I am aware Uzi can take care of herself, bite me he's a dad he's gonna worry even if Nori doesn't...which I do feel she would).

I do not see them being cruel to him or Uzi about this.

They both see how happy Uzi is around N. How he brings out the best in her and she in him (and sometimes the worst but eh, that's couple things and Uzi's already a gremlin 'corrupting' him). So I don't think they'll be awful about it.

I do however see both of them giving the kids absolute hell about it. "When's the wedding?" "MOM!" "I want grandkids!" or "I want her back by 10:30." "DAAAAD!" "Hmmm nah, 9:00." or "Open door while he's here kiddo, we're too old to be a grandparents." "UGHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

They absolutely would screw with their daughter and N's either confused by all of it or he's blushing like crazy (he grew up in a human household I am very sure he knows all the teenage movie campy stuff. His owner/friend/mother/sister was Tessa. And you cannot convince me that girl did not have movie nights or reading nights with the quartet that had some of those sappy teenage drama stories ("Oh Beauregard you beast! My ungloved hand!" from her concept art.)

Edit: Khan and Nori absolutely would do the "shotgun dad" talk with N about dating their daughter while Uzi is screeching in the background. Could they take the boy on? Maybe. I'm convinced that other than Uzi the one in that bunker who could probably take on a DD just by stuff built is Khan.

One of my least favorite post-series fan things people make is depicting Nori and/or Khan as mean and hateful towards N, and chastising Uzi for dating him. It does Nori and Khan SO DIRTY, undermining their character growths, and core positive themes in the story about change and overcoming trauma. Uzi has rightfully earned her happiness, and N more than proved himself to be worthy of sharing happiness with Uzi. Why would Nori--after thinking she ruined Uzi's life so bad she'd be better off without her--come back into Uzi's life now just to try to ruin it again? What a cruel way to characterize Nori. She deserves way better.

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[teaboot]

tranny freak :)

[luna-loveboop]

Wars and Wild as knights in Lu

They have issues.

I have a lot of thoughts on Wild and Wars and their relationship (Order of this post is talking about saluting, Wild and Wars' different perspectives, memory issues, and fire) Rant time.

No saluting!!

So Wild took a formal- almost/awkwardly saluting pose when Wars confronted him in 'Entrance pt.2'

It's similar to the first time Wild addressed Wars as 'captain'. His left hand is up from where a salute should be, and his overall posture is awkward, with his shoulders and right hand raised, but it's clear he's trying to do a salute in the presence of a fellow knight.

In the second example his hand is behind his head, but his posture is very straight and his right arm stiff- he's again attempting a formal saluting position. Which is still awkward

It is less clear but his changes in posture clued me in. He goes from like a deer in the headlights to visibly sweating to straight backed and looking up at Wars- looking at the changes in his body language

Side note but I literally love how Jojo draws the champions tunic so much-

We can't see the action of Wild's body language in a comic, just the positions he went to. But he visibly leaned away from Wars before switching to a straight backed saluting-like posture. He's clearly freaked out, hence Twilight's face: >:(

I think that Wild taking somewhat military poses around Wars is important to their relationship issues because it comes from his struggle with memory and identity

.

So like. All of them have different perspectives

Wars

I adore Wars. He is baby and I love him. I think it is also important to acknowledge that he would not speak to any of the others this way.

And the scarf man cmon it's so pretty they are so cute-

Why is Wars talking to Wild like this? He's called him out and reprimanded him multiple times in front of the others. Wild has taken it well but tbh if it was Legend I think he would be on fire.

To some extent I think he is in captain mode. I think that he has trouble seeing Wild as not a knight. Wars gives Wild respect as a knight who sacrificed for his kingdom, but now it seems he's taking it away as a knight who's not doing well enough since he 'disregarded the plan'

At least I think that's the outside (or Wild's) view of it. But Wars internally really cares about Wild and he saw him run up to a giant and lose it. Different ways of showing concern perhaps?

Who wouldn't want to keep Wild from getting more scars?

I just. Don't doubt for a second Wars really cares about Wild- even if the way he's acting still isn't cool. He has no right to treat him like a soldier any more than the rest of the chain, and right now I think Wild is acting as the more mature person.

Wild

I adore Wild. He is baby and I love him. I think it is also important to acknowledge that although he is clearly making efforts after Twilight's injury, Wild has ignored Wars for the majority of Lu, by not speaking to him much, and not thanking or acknowledging Wars when he directly helped him. (Small example being walking with Hyrule not Wars when injured and not directly responding to Wars)

Wars cares about and respects Wild, but it seems Wild wants nothing to do with him, and he's been cold towards Wars for the majority of Lu. To Wild, Wars reminds him of his perceived failure. Which is valid feelings, but still not fair. And I think that ask is talking about these two.

The thing I love about this is each of them are right and wrong in some ways, leading to the tension between them. So fully blaming either of them is not logical

The rest of the chain is just vibing. Except twilight who's mad and wants them to just grow up, but. Heros of courage not wisdom @uniquevoidflowers ;)

And that ask- '''Are any of the Links ever jealous of another Link for adventures that were less difficult/life threatening?'' ''When you hear Wild say he 'hates' someone you'll have your answer.''' somewhat leads to my next point-

Wild's identity and memory issues exacerbate all of this

In Entrance, Twilight is being stressed and defensive, that's ok. What concerns me most is that Twilight has talked with Wild through stuff like this in his rough moments

Wild has tried to be formal several times- he is not very good at it

Four's face I can't didnwidkekfjej

Wild isn't and can't be 'him'- the same 'perfect' (<actually has crippling anxiety) knight he was before, and Twilight knows this. And I agree with him a bit, I think, that Wars is making things worse in Wild's mind by being that perfect soldier, and seemingly holding Wild to a standard he isn't

Wild's attempts at saluting is symbolic of that- Wars makes him feel like a failure trying to be the person he should be. But Wild shouldn't be anyone but himself.

Anyways. Fire.

Wars and Wild have issues, and I want them to work through all their relationship drama so they can reach their PEAK dynamic, which is obviously this

I mean like. We need these two to be friends

Anyways. Wild is in this constant state of identity crisis, and being around Wars has not been beneficial- neither of them is or has been showing the other the respect they deserve. Not as knights, but as people and brothers. They need a get along shirt.

All this Art is by Jojo @linkeduniverse au!

:)

[davonati]

They make love out there in the field, before David has to leave for good. It’s fast and messy, with both of their emotions running so high. Yonatan comes with the taste of David’s tears on his tongue.

He stays lying on his back in the grass until the sound of crunching footsteps finally fades away, and only realizes later that, in their utter desperation for each other, he’d forgotten to take any of the usual precautions. But by then, it’s far too late.

***

Four months later, he goes to see David at Horesh. Even in the dim light of the hideout, David looks at him oddly.

“Something’s different about you,” he muses, and Yonatan has to stop himself from reflexively clutching his belly. He’s not showing yet, not really, but he can feel the life growing inside him.

He expects David to approach him then, to explore the planes of his body as he’s done countless times before. He readies himself to tell David the truth, to finally feel the weight of this secret lift off his shoulders. But David comes no closer. He eyes him for another moment and then turns away, pulling out a large map of the Judean territories as he updates Yonatan on his group’s movements over the last few months.

It’s better this way, Yonatan decides. David has enough to worry about at the moment without concerning himself with Yonatan’s health, and there’s no guarantee that the baby will make it to term anyways: it’s not as if Yonatan is willing – or able – to confine himself to bedrest for nine months. When David returns to Giveah, Yonatan can reevaluate the situation. Most likely Yonatan will never need to reveal his mistake; best case scenario, David will have an heir to secure his lineage as he ascends to the throne.

***

Years later, as Yonatan lies bleeding out under the stars, his last thought is to wish he’d gotten the chance to tell David about their son.