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z0mbiekisses · 2 months ago

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Another request QUEEN!! I loved loved loved the Josh fic it was amazing and has me coming back for more! First of all though, how are you? I realised we haven't talked much before lol. Anyways, my amazing spectacular request!!

RAB Tyler who is best friends/hiding his feelings with the reader. She's someone who works super hard, gets good grades and almost drives herself insane with all the extra curriculars she does yet still doesn't feel good enough. After having a stressful day she stops by his house feeling worthless and he comforts her, refusing to let her believe she's not amazing.

Thanks bestie!

AHHH THANK YOU BFF!!!🤗🤗 thank you so much for requesting more, you’re always welcomed i LOVE your ideas . i did kind of write this in a highschool setting 😣😣.

i’m okayy, very tiredd BUT we’ll push on through (hehe)💪 TYSM FOR ASKING, how are you??😁 it’s always nice to hear from you 🫶

thank you guys so much for ur recent support!! it means smmm, sorry this took so long and it’s short, i have some more things in the drafts that hopefully make up for it 🫶 requests are opened !!🩶

THIS IS ME TRYING !

i always did my best. in school, life, everything. i needed to get into college, i NEEDED to get out of my house. however, college isn’t cheap. and i don’t exactly have the best support system, so it’s up to me. i’m in film club, national honors society and student council. i spend whatever free time studying or at my best friend, tyler’s house. it’s overwhelming, but i didn’t have many options. if i wanted to get into a good school and start living my life the way I want to, this had to be done. but today was rough, i spent all of last night finishing my college essay just to go to school bright and early the next day. i was so exhausted, but what else was new. except i had a test in my first two classes, a presentation for national honors society. and i had to stay late for a student council meeting.

i was used to the stress, however today was just awful. every little thing that could go wrong went wrong. i was late to school because my car broke down, which meant i missed taking the test. i tried to beg my teacher to still let me take it but he only said he'll think about letting me make it up. i NEEDED to take this test, it was a huge part of my grade. it wasn't fair. i gave my presentation for NHS, which went fine. except everyone's presentations were WAY better than mine was. it was obvious the amount of effort and time they spent on it, sure i put effort into mines. i was just missing the time, since i stayed up all night wednesday putting it together. i felt like an idiot. i sat alone at lunch, i only shared my lunch period with one of my friends. but she was busy hanging with her boyfriend. i ended up skipping and just spending the time volunteering at the library. the more hours the better. the day seemed to drag on, especially since i had to stay later. like most if not all the other kids who did student council, we were only doing it for our college applications. i didn't get along well with the other kids. not in the way where we would fight or anything. they were all just so pretentious and snobby. they would always undermind me, as if i could never be an intellectual individual like them. i spent the whole 4 hours i had to stay there wanting to stick my face in a hot pan of oil. when it was all FINALLY over, i sat in my car for a minute. i felt so.. worthless. everything i did didn't feel like enough, maybe it wasn't enough. what's the point of doing all these things if i wasn't even good at any of it? it wasn't long before tears filled my eyes. but i watched as the other kids from student council walked over to their fancy cars. and i realized the last thing i needed was for them to see me crying in car that probably should've been in a junkyard AGES ago. i didn't want to go home, my parents would only make me feel worse. i called tyler and asked if i could come over. he said yes and with that i drove over to his house in silence. my thoughts racing through my head were the only things i could hear. i will never be good enough. for anyone, for anything. what is the point in even trying?

eventually i knocked on tyler's door. to which he answered with a smile. it was a struggle for me to return one back. i didn't say anything at first, tyler was telling me about some story about him and josh. i couldn't focus though, my head was spinning. tyler noticed, he reached out and touched my shoulder lightly. "what's going on y/n?", tyler spoke softly. i tried to shrug it off, but tyler was more stubborn than i was.

"i know you're not okay, what's up?", tyler looked over at me softly. i wanted to tell him not to worry about it. my problems were stupid anyways. but i knew tyler wasn't one to let these kind of things go.

"what is the point of trying if i'll never be good enough.."

"trying to do what?"

"everything.", i let out a sigh.

"all i do is try, try, try. and yet i always fall short every single time i mean- it's exhausting.", as much as i tried to fight it tears fell from my eyes.

"i'm not good enough i-"

"y/n please.", tyler reached out and held my hand.

"you are more than amazing. you are the most hard working, driven person i know."

"you have to say that-"

"i mean it.", my cloudy eyes met tyler's brown ones.

"i think you're more than enough, you have such amazing things ahead of you. and that's all because of your dedication. i'm so proud of you.", i practically fell into tyler's arms. he rubbed my back as he spoke over my muffled sobs.

"you're so perfect to me y/n, i admire you.", those word silenced the negative thoughts pounding in my head. tyler's arms made me feel safe. i finally felt okay. i always knew tyler had a way with words thanks to his music. but this was so much better than that. i finally felt like i was enough.

“look at me y/n.”, i hesitated for a moment before i lifted my head up. this was the closest we’ve ever been, our inches only inches away from each other.

“i think you’re so lovely.”, my cheeks flushed a little bit. tyler’s compliment making my heart skip a beat.

“as long as you think so.”

#twenty one pilots #josh dun #tyler joseph #tylerjosephfanfic #joshua dun #tyler joseph x reader #tyler joseph fanfiction #tyler joseph imagine

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itstivan · 11 months ago

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I want a sbg x pjo au SO BAD. But in my opinion.. NO ONE DOES IT RIGHT!!! (in my opinion don’t attack me)

but i want to read it not make it!!!

but here it is.. what I THINK the sbg kids cabins would be.. with explanations.

HEROES OF OLYMPUS SPOILERS??

I’ve debated about this for a while, talking to people in a discord server about it and shit like that. But in my opinion I feel like there are various routes you could take with this.

For example, say ashlyn or aiden are one of the MAIN characters. So a child of the big three. But I think they both do not fit Poseidon.

I feel like Ashlyn would be a child of Zeus, and Aiden would be a child of Hades. I don’t think I really need to explain why I think this, but wtv..

To sum it up, Zeus with Ashlyn because she took on the role as leader. And some more shit but wtv,

And Aiden as Hades because he’s edgy! /j

there’s more to it but I think you prob get my gist.

NOW TO ACTUAL HOUSES AND NOT BIG THREE!!!!

Ashlyn would be a child of Athena. I think everyone pretty much agrees with this. Her being the strategist while also being good at fighting. She make’s the groups plans and is the leader of the group. People rely on her, and her ideas.

(if this was an au I made, Ashlyn would be badass with a sword. idc what anyone says)

But I also feel like, Ashlyn gives off pretty roman vibes.

So I also feel like she’d be a daughter of Bellona. She’s very set on her plans. She’s mature (for her age, ofc she still has regular 14/15 year old feelings) and responsible. She’s responsible for her actions, good at fighting, mostly a rule follower, and a lot more.

So i’m very torn between Greek/Athena Ashlyn OR Roman/Bellona Ashlyn.

Aiden would be a child of Hermes.

Due to moving around a lot during his childhood links to Hermes being the God of travelers. As well as his speed and durability, a thing most travelers need. Also Aiden being mischievous also works with Hermes.

Ben would be a child of Apollo hands down.

The healing? Hello? He’s the groups designated healer. He healed Ashlyn, heals Aiden all the time, healed Tyler in the school, and also healed Logan. Or at least he tended to them wtv, SAME THING.

Also his love for music? Apollo being the god of music? it’s perfect guys i swear.

Logan would be a child of Demeter. Obviously because of his grandparents being florists, so maybe one of them is also a child of Demeter? Idk, anyways, he also has some ancestry to Urania, one of the nine muses, who is the patron to astronomy.

Now, the twins are tricky. They both have very distinct personalities and are completely different in the way they act. Tyler being standoffish, while Taylor being extremely friendly. And lots of other traits.

I feel like these two can fit under twos gods. So maybe either one of these.

I think they’re either Hephaestus kids, OR Aphrodite.

Hephaestus kids because Taylor is known for being in the robotics/mechanics club and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. Although she’s friendly to people and is an extrovert, I think she’d fit well be a Hephaestus kid. (similar to Leo maybe? except people like her… (sorry leo))

Now Tyler. I feel like he was the handyman of the house, which can be seen in that one panel of him fixing something. So I think he’d fit under that. And even if he didn’t tinker, I feel like he’d be the “mom” of the cabin and help other Hephaestus kids, like giving them tools and shit.

And then the twins being Aphrodite. I have no clue why but they kinda give off Aphrodite. They’re both popular and well liked, (even if Tyler doesn’t seem to like being popular…) they’re not pretty/handsome, and although Tyler has trouble regulating his emotions, I feel like he’d give pretty good emotional advice.

basically it for my sbg x pjo rambling… thanks for reading if you did :D

#sbg #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg aiden #sbg ashlyn #sbg tyler #sbg taylor #sbg logan #sbg ben #sbg x pjo #school bus graveyard characters as demigods #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #demigods #cabins

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moodymisty · 2 years ago

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hellloooo luv >.< could I maybe request a crosshair/shortfem!reader where crosshair has a size difference kink and is obsessed with his small gf? <33 just the sight of you hugging him by the waist and looking up at him with your pretty little eyes as he towers over you would make him lose his mind. thinking about how he would love reminding you how small you are compared to him. he would love how easy it is for him to pick you up and lift you onto him without even trying and just manhandling you and using you anyway he wants. he would love how his big hands look holding onto your small waist (or anywhere on you for that matter), the tummy bulge he gives you, him having to take his time to fit inside of you bc of how big he is and talking you through it. “shhh cyare..you’re doing so good for me..almost there..”. you’re his little princess and he absolutely adores and loves to praise you for how well you take him while he uses you as his own personal cumdump until you’re cock dumb and ruined by him. I need to be manhandled by him in the most disgusting, loving, and sweetest way possible.

Author's Note: This request made me bonk around the room like a fire extinguisher that's been shot

Summary: Crosshair has always noticed how much more delicate you were than him. But when one night he actually, really notices; He can't stop the way he wants you.

Relationships: Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Reader is 'short coded' but everything else is pretty ambiguous as usual, Creampies, my badboy Crosshair with Goodgirl Reader cliché obsession because my mind cannot know peace, Size Kink, Unprotected sex,

Crosshair doesn't normally use the word 'cute'.

Not much in his life warrants the adjective; and the few things that do, he normally has less than a stellar disposition towards. He almost always says it with venom, meant to insult whatever or whoever it is rather than compliment.

You are a noted exception however, as Crosshair has yet to find an adjective that fits you quite as well as 'cute' does.

His brothers can't even help but agree, as no matter how many times he bites at them to back off with it, they always ruffle your hair or joke about how short you are. He doesn't mind in actuality, they are just being brotherly, but sometimes Crosshair isn't a fan of others pointing out things that only he should be noticing.

Even not that long ago when you'd boarded the Marauder, Wrecker had made yet another comment at how small you were, with a pitch in his voice and an arm around your shoulders. He only stopped when he could feel Crosshair's eyes burning holes into him, but you just waved him off.

Right now his arm is light around your shoulders, as the thumping of club music hums in your ears. The dive bar reeks of greasy food and hard liquor, but you don't mind the change in pace. The weather has been awful lately and with your life busy, coming out and enjoying time in public has been a welcome change. Whether or not you're used to this sort of scene.

Crosshair seems less so, as he looks around the bar seeing the other groups of clones spattered across the scenery. They're all minding their own business, drinking for many of the same reasons you're all out tonight.

"That would involve actually having to try, Wrecker."

You smile and laugh at the largest brother across the table, right shoulder brushing against his ribcage. He has to look down in order to watch your face, as you stay firmly tucked against his side. He hasn't the slightest idea what you're talking about at this point, so he doesn't bother joining the conversation and risk making a fool out of himself.

Wrecker responds, but it doesn't give Crosshair any context as to what the two of you are jokingly fighting about. He's too busy watching the way your head tilts slightly towards him and leans against his body for just a moment.

"Oh, bold words coming from the short stack!" You roll your eyes at Wrecker, one of your hands fiddling with the various scuffs and dents on the Crosshair's thigh armor. He can't feel it other than the light pressure, though sometimes you move enough so that you brush against the black flightsuit between the seams; And that, he can feel.

Wrecker isn't wrong in his comment- you're significantly shorter than all of them, not just him. It's a fact that often lingers in Crosshair's mind, and in a way that nearly always appealing. You always tuck perfectly against his side, a perfect little piece of peace.

It's more than a bit distracting to him, who's found himself more interested in watching your small hands wrap around your glass, more so than his own drink. Everyone's been getting sloshed tonight, but Crosshair's no longer interested in the scene.

He's much more interested in you; As you look down to see his hand fiddling with the soft fabric of your dress.

As he leans in his hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, his lips just barely grazing your skin. He's had one or two drinks, as have you, but no where near enough to get more than the tiniest buzz.

"Let's go."

You can't disagree with him. Hunter is too sloshed to really notice the way the air around you two has been getting hotter and hotter for an hour now, and that Crosshair's hand has been steadily climbing up your thigh. You don't open your legs to let him in, but you still feel the weight of his fingers as you suddenly raise your head to speak up.

"Hey, guys- I think I'm gonna head out for tonight."

Wrecker whines, and Tech bemoans the idea of the two least drunk of everyone besides himself leaving. He was hoping not to be relegated to chauffeur as he is almost every time the Batch goes out, not that he would even drink if he wasn't.

"It's been fun but, I'm getting pretty tired. I'll see you guys later." When Crosshair gets up with you and Tech glances between the two of you confused, you quickly speak up. His hand is on the small of your back, tense with the silent plea of 'hurry it up'.

"Cross is gonna take me home. I'll send him back in one piece, don't worry." It's not as if they can complain about it, as you're always turning around and leaving before they'd theoretically have a chance.

"Slow down," You joke, as the cold air outside hits you. Crosshair just looks down at you from the corner of his eyes, the music still quite loud even from all the way out here.

When you hail a taxi and step in he follows, sliding in right beside you until you're both shoulder to shoulder.

And the whole way there, Crosshair looms. His eyes linger over your form like he's hungry, a stare that's almost physically heavy on you body. You glance up at him once, raising your eyebrows.

But he remains silent; You swear you can hear his heartbeat as the taxi pulls to a stop in front of your building. You've recently moved and you almost don't recognize the place, but it's easy enough to find your way inside once you remember.

Your fingers shake as you punch in the code, feeling his chest brush against your shoulder right blade.

He's so close...

The moment that door closes and locks he is on you, and you reciprocate tenfold. Your arms wrap around his neck tight enough to almost make him need for air, just as desperate for him as he is for you as your lips press against his.

Even for as lithe as he is he still towers over you, pushing your body blindly towards your bed. He knows where it is by heart now, having stayed in your home close to as many times he's slept in the Marauder.

The blankets wrinkle around your form, legs dangling off the edge as he roughly pushes you down only to follow right behind, body looming over yours. Everything here is so soft; Your blankets, your bed, your skin. Crosshair sometimes feels like he doesn't belong, but in the end, he doesn't care.

"You wore this on purpose, didn't you."

He's mentioned this outfit before; It was one that for some reason managed to rev his engine more than anything else you've worn. Maybe it's the red and black, maybe it's the way it lays on your body. Either way, you'd almost totally forgotten he had that reaction to it until right now, as he's busy trying to tear it off you. In a frantic effort you assist, kicking off your shoes and anything else that attempts to get in the way.

"It's not my fault you can't control yourself," You say, feeling his body lay against yours as he unclothes himself.

"Tch," You feel the heat of his cock against your thigh. "Watch your mouth."

Funny how it doesn't sound nearly as mean as that usually would've. You feel the way his cock grinds against you, slick as he slips along your folds.

He pulls away enough so that he can sit on the bed, pulling you towards him the moment he's able.

Your bottom sits the in the dip between his legs, wrapping around his hips. It's almost hard to see his face at this angle, having to lean back just a bit in order to. You also have to as you lift yourself just far enough away to slip a hand between your bodies, guiding his cock as you slowly but surely sink onto him. You can hear him grit his teeth and hiss through them, hands tight on the soft meat of your thighs.

The noise you let out is soft, almost like a breathless sigh as he fully sinks inside of you. Crosshair feels his neck tighten at the sound of it, how cute it is.

But then again you always look cute; The way you get surrounded by his shadow and look up at him, face squished and feeling hot as you bounce on his cock.

Your chest brushes against his, arms wrapping around his neck.

Even sitting in his lap he's taller than you, feeling his hands tightly grip the soft flesh of your waist. Your legs are tight around his hips, and he can feel your hot breath against his skin.

You grip him, nails digging into his shoulders like he's your only weight to this world, cunt tightening around him. Your skin feels like it's on fire, heart pounding in your chest.

When you finally come down from your high you feel Crosshair's hands on your waist, that had for awhile now been partly helping you keep upright. He's so quite sometimes that you can barely tell how he's feeling, that he's finished inside of you but manage to swallow his own moans enough so that you barely even heard it. He liked the sounds of yours more anyways.

Feeling the heat of your cheek as you brush your palm over it, you're glad you left one window open. The chilled breeze is quickly cooling your skin, and the fresh air is keeping your mind from completely fogging over.

"Can you stay the night?"

It's less so an invitation for another round- though you'd absolutely not complain if that turned out to be the case- and more so wondering if you'll be able to steal a rare moment with him. It's not often you get to fall asleep with him, let alone wake up.

Tech is his brothers sober guide as always; He can deal with his brothers while he steals a rare moment for himself.

"Not like they can't reach me if they need me." You'll take that as a positive response, feeling your body slowly lift off of him.

Crosshair often sleeps on his stomach, and as he turns to do so you can see the red, burning lines your nails left on his shoulders and back; And while he's never complained and if anything, seems to enjoy it, you still feel bad for hurting him.

This time you don't comment on them however, instead moving closer enough that he wraps an arm around your waist. Whatever way you sleep the two of you always find a way to tangle together, feeling his warm body against yours in the now cool air of your bedroom.

You think you hear him say something, but you're too close to sleep and it's too quiet for you to hear, as you finally drift off.

#the bad batch crosshair x reader #Crosshair/Reader #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #crosshair x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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yourtouchismidas · 1 year ago

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reading what the new yorker has to say about george and how he radiates utter stillness (very hot) has given me so many ideas, like imagine him with someone who has the absolute shortest fuse ever. idk maybe while he believes in quiet, stoic intimidation, girlie (a foot shorter than him) just gets into a bar fight. maybe she sees a couple of much older men getting a bit too comfy with young girls just trying to have a fun night and she's ready to throw hands. firm believer that george has to actually pick her up and take her away so she doesn't get arrested. also a firm believer of the fact that he finds it insanely attractive and shows it to her quite generously

(the possibilities are endless 😌)

you're drunk. its fucking great and you're having an amazing time. the music is loud. everyone is dancing. you're grinding on some girl you havent ever met, dont even know, and your boyfriend and his bandmates are all at the bar, sipping beers and laughing at you. with the exception of matty who is right there on the dancefloor with you, jumping around and pumping his fist.

ugh george. you love him. you love his face. his cheek bones. his smile when he laughs at you. you give him a cute little wave and he winks at you, barely moving apart from that. then you go back to dancing. god life is good.

you've lost the girl you were dancing with before but you dance with matty for a bit, his curls bouncing, you whooping, egging him on, and him grabbing your hands and spinning you around. when he does, he takes a step back and accidentally nudges a girl behind him, and her and her friends turn to you both, you meeting their eyes as you finish you spin.

matty holds his hands up, "sorry, sorry,"

they glare at him. you pull matty away and start dancing again, saying sorry yourself. the girls turn away. they sip thier drinks. but they aren't moving. thier standing on the dance floor. not dancing. there is plenty of space over by the bar to stand, if they want. you wave at george again, who is standing in the space, like a good boy.

oh well. fuck them. you're having a good night. you just wish they would stop glaring at you, because they are again, in between the gaps matty's arms make. you spin him around so your back is to them instead, so they wont get upset with him again if he nudges them, because he might, because he is drunk too.

you dont know if your feet actually land on hers, you dont feel it, and okay they might have, but the girl yells out.

"erm. ow!" she says. you turn around.

"sorry," you say again, even though you're not even sure you touched her.

"you stood on my foot," she says.

"i'm sorry," you say again, not sure what she wants you to do.

"you should be a bit fucking more careful, you know."

you breathe in. you were being careful. but thats not the point. its a dance floor. in a club. it's one in the morning. and they are standing on it. you start to burn, in your chest, angry.

"you know there is plenty of space over there if you dont wanna dance," you say, pointing to the bar. george notices you point. his attention pricks. he looks over to where you are talking to a group of girls and one of them is giving you a dirty look.

"we can stand where we want thanks," she says. "just like you act like a twat wherever you are."

"woah, alright," matty says, stopping dancing.

"what's this guy's problem anyway?" the girl says, looking round at her friends.

"we don't have a problem," matty says.

"we might," you say, staring at her. george has put his beer down on the side. ross is already primed, ready to watch it, if needs be.

"no no, just go back to dancing," matty says, smiling big at the girls.

"go back to standing in everyone's fucking way you mean," you say.

"shut the fuck up," the girl says, stepping closer to you.

you're in it now, you can't back down, you cant let this girl win. you step towards her too.

"i'll do what i like, thanks though."

the girl shoves you. everyone around you moves. you're reaching out to shove her, and before you know it, george is in the crowd with you, hand on your shoulder and waist, firm, looking down at the girl that shoved you. she has to look up to see his face.

"everything okay here?" he says, mainly to the other girl.

she nods. but she's smirking. she looks back at her friends, smirking. you lunge, out of his protective grasp, towards her. she steps back, trips a little, spills her pink drink all down her white dress. you dont reach her. georges arms have got you again, but this time, he is lifting you into the air.

"come on," he says, "be the bigger person,"

"i dont want to," you say squirming. the girl is crying, looking down at her ruined dress while all the other girls flock around her and fawn over her.

"dont have to," george says, nudging you to look at her, sobbing. you smirk.

george turns to carry you out, but before he does, he turns back to the girls and says, almost monotone, "ladies, if you're not gonna dance, dont stand on the dancefloor. it's good advice"

and then you're both gone, into the night air, into your boyfriend's arms.

#george daniel x reader #george daniel x you #george daniel x oc #george daniel x y/n #george daniel fanfiction #the 1975 fanfiction #the 1975 fanfic #george daniel #george daniel imagine #george daniel fic

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starkstruck27 · 4 months ago

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Day 5 of @harringrove-flip-reverse-it !! This one is not my favorite, but it is a fun little idea and kind of a crossover between ST and another show that actually aired in the late 80's (and yes, the timeline is a little inaccurate, but we don't care about that here). Also, this one has Billy talking about a dream he had, and when he does, this symbol will show up 💭💭💭. When he is interrupted or stops talking about the dream, this will show up 💥💥💥. Prompt: NSFW - Threesomes Title: Who Said Three is a Crowd? Word Count: 3380 words TWs: Physical violence, talking about past trauma

It was a foggy, sleepy Tuesday morning in Hawkins, Indiana, and Heather Holloway was sitting alone at her desk, trying harder than normal to keep her eyes open. It seemed like the weather had affected everybody’s moods, even the teachers, and there was, for once, hardly any noise in the room at all, even though it was nearly half full of students. Everyone was too tired and grumpy to be as rambunctious as they usually were. Everyone except Billy Hargrove.

Like a human electrical socket, Billy entered the room and right away people noticed his energy. He seemed upbeat, almost cheerful for once, and he didn’t even glare back at any of the looks people were giving him as he practically floated over to Heather’s desk, pulling out a chair to sit opposite her.

“Someone’s chipper this morning,” Heather yawned as she took the coffee Billy had brought with him. “What happened to you?”

“Oh, nothing,” Billy smiled, not even complaining about the coffee. “I just got a really good sleep last night.”

“I don’t care how good of a sleep you got, nobody, especially you, is this happy this early on a morning like this. There’s more to it, now spill,” Heather insisted, taking out a compact mirror to make sure she didn’t smudge her makeup getting the sleep crust out of her eyes.

“Okay, fine, but you gotta promise not to laugh, okay?” Billy said, dropping his voice a little lower so no one would overhear. “I had this amazing dream last night, and it’s just making me feel so stupidly happy for no reason. Every time I think about it, I get this kinda silly warm feeling that makes my chest all fluttery and I can’t help but smile. Just wait til I tell you.”

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense. It really must’ve been something.”

“It was, but you gotta promise not to laugh, I know it’s silly, but it was great and I want to keep it that way, so no laughing.”

“Okay, okay, I promise I won’t laugh, now start talking!” Heather said, leaning forward to prop herself up on the desk as she listened to her best friend.

“Okay, so you know that show you and Max like, 21 Jump Street, about those cops who go undercover in schools because they look young?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Okay, so I dreamt that it was a normal day at school for us, right? And then in the middle of the morning, a teacher pulls me aside and says we have a new student that just transferred in, and since he’s gonna join the basketball team, she wanted me to show him around and all that. So I guess I agree because next thing I know, I’m walking down the halls with that guy you and Max like, Hanson, I think?”

“Yeah, Tom Hanson! Oh, he’s so hot, I love him,” Heather sighed dreamily, “I'd let him put me in cuffs anytime he wants!”

“Ew, Heather, gross!” Billy made a face, “But anyway, he was undercover, so he didn’t go by his real name. He and the other guy brought back their characters, the McQuill brothers or whatever.”

“The McQuaid brothers,” Heather corrected, making Billy roll his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, now pay attention, this is where it starts to get interesting…”

💭💭💭

“So, what do people do for fun around here?” Tom asked, walking along next to Billy and trying to keep his pace. He had been sent there on an assignment with Doug, trying to find the kids responsible for the after school fight club the administration had reported to Jump Street after some kid had been put in the hospital with a broken arm, and Billy Hargrove was the prime suspect. The kid always came to school with black eyes and split lips, and from what they’d heard before going in, he was almost always itching for a fight with whoever he could get in his crosshairs. There were a few other kids they were looking at, but Billy was at the top of their list, so Tom had been ordered to stick to him like glue and try to get in good with him so he’d be invited to the club and then he could bust him. Doug was trying to buddy up with the two other highest suspects, Steve Harrington and Tommy Hagan, to see if they were involved, too, but as of right now, after a day in classes with them, they had nothing.

“You know, the usual shit. Parties, pranks and pretty girls. That’s all there is to do in this fucking town, and even that’s not much,” Billy responded, already over this guy. He was trying too hard to be tough, and it was getting on his nerves.

“Oh yeah? I could use a good party. My Ma moved us out here to get us away from stuff like that, but Doug and I still find ways to get our kicks-”

“Look dude, I don’t care. Just cause I said I’d show you how to get around doesn’t mean I’m gonna be your new best friend, so cut the chit-chat and just keep walking, got it? We’re almost to the gym,” Billy said, rolling his eyes as he turned a corner and led the guy to the locker room. Practice was in ten minutes, and if they weren’t changed and ready to warm up by the time the coach got out there, they’d be in deep shit.

They managed to get out just in time though, and that’s when Billy saw two people walking towards them, and his heart felt like it stopped dead in his chest. Steve Harrington and a tall, beefy, goofy looking dude were walking up to them, and Billy didn’t know if the feeling in his gut was butterflies fluttering around in there or his organs twisting into knots. Either way, he felt like this was nothing but a trap, and he was all set to high-tail it out of there. The only problem was, his feet felt rooted to the floor, and he had to just stand there and wait as two of the most handsome guys he’d ever seen walked right up to him…

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“I still don’t understand how you think Peter DeLuise is hotter than Johnny freakin’ Depp,” Heather interrupted, shaking her head.

“What can I say, I’ve got a type, and it’s not vampire-lookin’ motherfuckers with greasy strings for hair,” Billy teased, making a face.

“Oh, excuse-moi! I didn’t realize you preferred Italian meatheads with kicked puppy expressions and barely two brain cells to rub together,” Heather retorted, also making a face as Billy blushed a little. “Oh wait, nevermind, yes I did. Ever since you told me about your crush on Ste-”

“Listen, I didn’t choose for that to be my type!” Billy cut her off, putting his hand over her mouth. “But that’s not important, just keep listening. So, we get to the gym, and they walk up to us, and then Hanson and the other one do their silly little handshake that they do as the McQuaids, and then…”

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“Ey, Tommy, this is Steve, he’s been showin’ me around all day,” Doug said, smacking Steve on the back just hard enough to make him stumble a bit. “Steve, this is my brother, Tommy McQuaid.”

“Hi, Steve Harrington, nice to meet you,” Steve said, in that typical upbeat rich kid way that let everyone know he came from an important family. Billy couldn’t help but roll his eyes as the two of them shook hands.

“Likewise. Doug, this is Billy, the welcome wagon they saddled me with,” Tom replied, not even looking up at Billy as he did, which kind of pissed him off.

“I don’t think ‘saddled’ is necessarily the right word,” Doug said before Billy could even try to think of a comeback, which surprised him a little bit. “At least if you’re around him you won’t have any trouble with the ladies, am I right?”

“Can’t argue with you there,” Tom said, but he still didn’t look up. Billy huffed, but he decided to be the bigger person and let it go. The less trouble he made with this guy, the better off he would be.

And even if he’d wanted to say something to him, he wouldn’t have had time. The coach blew his whistle, which meant it was time for warm ups, and then practice would be under way. They started with laps around the gym as usual, which Billy hated, but he had to suck it up. Besides, it didn’t last very long, and before he knew it, they were on the court, passing the ball back and forth and trying to gain the upper hand on the other side. He was playing skins, as usual, and he was the king of the court just like any other day. The only difference was that today, he had a new player on his team, one Douglas McQuaid.

The two of them were a force to be reckoned with. They tore up the court, passing the ball between themselves so seamlessly that the other team didn’t have a prayer of winning. Even the guy’s brother was getting frustrated with him for being so good, the heat in his glare showing a sibling rivalry that was almost as bad as Billy’s with Max. At one point, he even tried stealing the ball from his brother, but that ended in the coach calling a foul, and the brothers ended up in a fistfight over it. It took three guys and the coach to pry them away from each other, and just like that, practice was over…

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“Wait, but why’d they start fighting, exactly?” Heather asked, confused but still highly entertained.

“I don’t know. I think it was because the way we were playing, we never really let anyone else get the ball and he was just tired of it? I don’t know, but it was a dream, it doesn’t exactly have to make sense,” Billy shrugged.

“Fair point. Continue.”

“Okay, now this is where it starts to get interesting. So, after coach called the end of practice, everyone goes to the showers, except for Doug, he heads for the doors to the alley, right? And I, being the curious and slightly intrigued guy that I am, decide to follow him…”

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By the time Billy got out to the alleyway, two metal trash cans were knocked over and Doug was sitting against a wall, panting and sweating as he tried to calm himself down. He had his shirt back on, so Billy decided to pull his on, too, before going over and sitting down next to him.

“You guys always fight like that?” He asked, pulling out a cigarette and savoring the first inhale before offering it to the other boy.

“Nah, only when he knows he’s wrong and I’m right. If I’m wrong, I’ll admit it, but Tommy’s got too much pride for his own good,” Doug replied, taking a drag before giving the cigarette back.

“Yeah, I get that. My sister can be a bit pig-headed too sometimes,” Billy shrugged, “But you really oughta stop down at the nurse before you leave. He might’ve broken your nose.”

“I’ll be fine, I’ve dealt with worse. At least it’s not a concussion, I do not wanna go through all that again!”

“Yeah, I hear that,” Billy sighed, scratching the back of his neck. It was quiet for a few moments, and he was kind of enjoying the silent company of another guy that wasn’t hanging around him out of obligation or a hope for better social status. Still, he didn’t want it to get awkward, so he asked, “How did you get concussed the first time?”

“I uh…” Doug chuckled, “I got in a fight. Some guy at our old school, he was a real jerk, pushed everybody around for the hell of it, thought it was funny. He was younger than we are, but he thought nobody could touch him, so he would go out and pick fights and never expected there to be consequences. So one day, he comes up and starts trying to get into it with me and Tommy. And I mean, we’re the youngest in our family, we got three older brothers, so we know how to handle a physical fight, but this kid, we didn’t think he’d actually do anything once we gave him the stink eye, right? But lo and behold he keeps trying, and finally, I got so tired of it, I shoved him back, and he comes out swingin’ with a right hook. Next thing I know, I’m on a gurney being rushed to the hospital.”

“Jesus, must’ve been one killer of a right hook,” Billy said.

“Yeah, no kidding. It hurt like a bitch, but I was alright. And sometimes pain ain’t that bad, as long as you know how to take it. It’s almost become like a comfort to me, y’know? Like I’ve dealt with it my whole life, so it’s almost natural to try and seek it out sometimes.”

“Yeah, I understand that, too. I do the same thing, seek out pain when I don’t know how else I should deal with something. At least I know if I make someone mad enough to hit me, I know they’ll get it over with quick and then I won’t have to worry about the suspense of what they might do.”

“Yeah, exactly! And it’s always a plus if you can hit back, get some of that anger out that way, too.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Billy said, standing up once his cigarette was finished and stomping on the butt before holding out a hand to the other boy. “C’mon, we better get inside and get our stuff before coach locks up for the night.”

“Okay,” Doug said, taking the offered hand and pulling himself up with it, “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” Billy replied, leading the way inside.

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“What happened then?” Heather asked, now thoroughly invested in the events of her best friend’s dream.

“Then it kinda skipped a little, because then it was the next day, and I guess the two cops decided they weren’t getting anything from us, so they decided to switch. Tom went with Steve and Tommy and Doug was with me, and the next thing I knew, it was lunchtime…”

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The lunchroom was crowded, as it always was, and when Doug and Billy entered, paths immediately started to clear for them. They got their food and went to a random table, neither of them really caring where it was. They saw Tom and Steve at a nearby table, but neither of them made a move to go over and sit with them, Billy just not really caring and Doug still a little upset about the fight from yesterday. They were perfectly content with their own company, until they heard a tray slam on the ground, and suddenly, there was a fight starting in the middle of the cafeteria.

Apparently, when Tom got up to get ketchup for his fries, he ran smack into Jason Carver, who then started getting into it with him for getting food all over him, and before anyone knew what happened, it was an all-out brawl. Just like everybody else, Billy and Doug stood up to try and see what was going on, and when they saw not only Tom in the thick of the fight, but Steve getting involved to try and break it up, they both sprang into action, rushing over to try and help. A few of Jason’s cronies jumped in to help him, and by the time it was said and done, everyone involved was bloody, bruised and breathing heavily, trying to get out of dodge as the principal stormed in.

“What is going on in here?!” He demanded, looking at the five boys that hadn’t managed to get away. Jason wiped his bloody nose and blamed the whole thing on the other four, but then they all started talking at once, trying to defend themselves and only succeeding in giving the principal a headache.

“Quiet down, all of you!” He shouted, rubbing his temples, “Look, all of you, come with me, we’re going to get to the bottom of this.”

The five boys all nodded and followed the principal, none of them wanting to cause more trouble for themselves than it was worth. The principal was able to figure out who had started the fight from Jason’s accusations, so he told the other three boys to wait in a conference room while he spoke to Jason and Tom, and then he and the other two left.

“This is such bullshit,” Steve groaned as he flopped down in one of the chairs in the room, “We didn’t do anything except try to break it up!”

“Yeah, it’s that blonde kid’s fault!” Doug agreed, following suit and crossing his arms as he sat.

“Then we just tell him that and we should be fine. There was a cafeteria full of witnesses, and besides, the three of us and your brother are all gonna tell the same story, Jason’s will be the only different one, so we should be fine,” Billy said, honestly not too bothered by what’d happened. He had finished his lunch before they were dragged out of the lunchroom, and any excuse to miss bio was okay with him.

“I guess you’re right,” Doug said, scooching his chair a little closer to Billy’s. Steve did the same, and now they both sat at his sides, probably a little closer than was necessary, but nobody was complaining.

“Y’know, you were awfully brave jumping into that fight when you did,” Steve said, putting his hand on Billy’s knee and leaning even closer.

“Yeah, I mean, Steve and I had a reason to, but you went in to help just because,” Doug agreed, following the action, and Billy had no idea what was happening, but he wasn’t about to complain.

“It was no big deal,” he said, shrugging, looking back and forth between the other two boys.

“Yes it was,” Steve said, and when Billy looked at him again, he leaned in and kissed him. Billy was confused, but he didn’t complain, especially when he felt another pair of lips at his neck, and he felt like he was in heaven.

After a minute, they switched, Steve kissing at his neck as Billy made out with Doug, and it was amazing. He hoped it would never end, and he seemed to be getting his wish as they kept taking turns kissing him over and over again…

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“Wait, but if the guy’s a cop, why is he making out with a high schooler?” Heather asked, making a face.

“It was a dream, Heather, don’t think too hard about it. Besides, I’m 18 and he’s only, like, 22 or something in the show, that’s not that big a difference. Just let me have this, alright?” Billy sighed, and Heather rolled her eyes.

“Okay, okay, so then what happened? Did it get any juicer, or were you interrupted in flagrante delicto?” She asked, leaning forward again and wiggling her eyebrows.

“Then I woke up,” Billy said, shrugging.

“What?! That’s it?! You can’t do that to me, there has to be more to this!” Heather exclaimed, and Billy had to remind her to keep her voice down.

“No, really, that’s what happened! Believe me, I wish there was more, but unfortunately, if I had slept any longer, I wouldn’t be here telling you about it, so we’re both gonna have to deal.”

“That is the absolute pits,” Heather groaned, flopping over to rest her head on her desk.

“Oh, believe me, I know,” Billy said, tapping a pattern on her desk with his fingers. “I never even got to find out who was running the fight club, imagine how cheated I feel!”

“For that remark alone you owe me more coffee, now pony up, you dork,” Heather griped, stealing his coffee cup again and making Billy roll his eyes affectionately as she downed the rest of it. He didn’t need it this morning, anyway.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #stranger things #fanfic #heather holloway #douglas penhall #21 jump street #tom hanson #harringrove flip/reverse

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adachimoe · 11 months ago

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Who really created Heaven?

First off, there is a no-fun-allowed answer from ATLUS in the Persona Club book where they directly state that Heaven was born from the repressed thoughts of Nanako, who wanted to see her mother, and how its appearance is how it is because it was molded by the heart of a 6 year old child:

It continues that the area where you fight Namatame / Kuni no Sagiri has 13 steps, which signifies that something bad is coming (13 steps to the gallows for execution).

But honestly, No Fun Allowed answers aside, the idea that Heaven was actually created by Namatame never really made much sense to me tbqh.

For one thing, Nanako goes into the TV before him. This is confirmed by his journal entry, as he wrote in his journal after Putting Her In but before the car crash. Wouldn't this mean the dungeon was formed by the time he jumped into the TV?

Another thing is that while this isn't exactly stated or explained very well, the player knows from simply playing the game that the dungeons are created by the repressed thoughts of people who appear on the Midnight Channel. Remember how the protagonist/Yosuke/Chie didn't create a dungeon when they first entered the TV? If everyone who just fulfills the basic requirement of "enter a TV" made a dungeon, then the 3 of them should have made one too. But it was Mayumi, Saki, Yukiko, etc who made dungeons, and they were all on the Midnight Channel. Namatame was on TV before due to the scandal, but that was back in April. If anything, spawning a dungeon when you enter the TV seems to be a result of the term "living rent free in someones head" taken literally, given that the TV World is Persona 4's collective unconscious. Sorry Namatame, but I think the only person who's head you've been living in rent free is Adachi's. Speaking of him - the exception here is stuff like Adachi, and his dungeon is hand waved in the book as being something he created - rather than from his repressed thoughts - to fuck with the Investigation Team. Adachi was probably getting boosted by Ame no Sagiri anyway. Cheater.

Lastly, this dialogue is new to Golden (the concert wasn't in the PS2 game), but the dungeons are shown time and time again to be some kind of representation of what the person is repressing inside. As Namatame talks to you in December, he comes to terms with him having a feeling that the TV was dangerous all along. It's likely also what drove him to jump into the TV after Nanako to begin with, instead of just letting himself be arrested.

I think this new dialogue for Golden kinda seals it (before invoking the No Fun Allowed excerpt) because if what Namatame was repressing inside was the realization that the TV was dangerous, why would his dungeon - or one he went 50/50 on with Nanako - look like Heaven?

That said, the book also notes that the protag/Yosuke/Chie created the pattern on the floor of the TV studio because they MURDER on the brain when they entered the TV, so it seems possible for someone to influence their surroundings in the TV World; perhaps the note from Atlus about the gallows steps can be interpreted to hint at Namatame creating that imagery when he went inside?

#persona 4 #nanako dojima #taro namatame #persona club p4 #persona 4 golden #p4 #p4g

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devyuence · 1 year ago

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Guess who is the writing team's favorite character in Only Friends? Easy edition

Let's lay out every single thing we know about the characters in the series:

Boston: Playboy and likes to have sex with everyone no matter who they are, hates betrayal, loves photography, has problems with his dad who is a politician, initially a free-loader in their group project but started to contribute, does not care about repercussions to his actions because he's going to NY.

Nick: Obsessed with Boston and willing to be nasty for him, works at the electronics shop even if that is not his dream, willing to be with Dan or whoever but goes back to Boston if he can

Top: Top-tier, asshole, smug, rich AF, has trauma with fire and smoke but not explored well, not used to sleeping alone that he needs pills, drugs or Mew, CHEATER (as what people say), playboy but we haven't seen him kiss another dude in this series except Mew and Boston

Mew: Virgin and cute, table-keeper aka care-taker of the gang, has two moms, likes to read, wants to have good grades, knows what he wants, got LASIK, willing to party and use drugs after getting his heart broken by a top-tier guy, self-confidence got destroyed, dated his best friend but did not work

Sand: Poor boy (not really but sort of), singer who is in a band, works every day that we even have a breakdown of his source of income, sells plum wine but is cautious because it is prohibited, has an ex and mad at Top for stealing the said ex, has a mom who works in a club and a dad he has never met, dreams of traveling and going to music festivals, mentions songs and bands he likes every chance he can that audience can make a Spotify playlist for him, addicted to Ray no matter how Ray treats him like a door mat for the most part, willing to throw Nick under the bus and steal that recording to have his revenge on Top, paid by Ray's dad, has a dedicated Birthday episode

Ray: Rich that a simple project turned to be a large-scale hostel one, uses drugs, always want to pick a fight with everyone (as established in EP1), hot-headed, chronic alcoholic, has attempted throughout the show to drunk drive, crashed the car that he had to go to community service, treats other people like shit (looking at Sand), obsessed with Mew and/or the idea of Mew, multiple offender of kissing people without their consent, had the guts to force people to have sex with them, goes to people's houses unannounced or gate-crashes campings just because he wants to, CHEATER and two-timer (Top and he are in different fonts but is more nuanced and developed than Top due to screen time, anyway move on), gaslit Mew during their talk that even if they are both at fault Mew is the one who is extremely apologetic, has daddy issues that people can relate to, have extensive mommy issues that are left to be resolved but serve as way for the viewers excuse his behavior, has been given several breaking down scenes to fully sympathize with him no matter what happens

Tell me, based on what I wrote, who is the showrunner's favorite character/s? Tell me who is the character that is fully developed in the writing room? Raise your brows but I am letting this list speak for itself.

#only friends the series #onlyfriends #ofts #topmew #bostonnick #sandray

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sasuhinasno1fan · 5 months ago

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Long awaited kiss - Lukadrien June Day 11, 12 + 13

So I had the idea for Winx Club, it's not the same Winx Club au I've done before, this is different. I did try diving a little into the lore throughout the story but if it seems interesting, maybe I'll make a post about what I imagine this AU to be like. Anyway, it ended up falling into three prompts so I mixed them all. Enjoy.

@lukadrienmonth

Royalty Another fandom au Magic

Adrien- fairy of the sun

Luka – fairy of sea

Nath – fairy of art

Marc – fairy of stories

Max – fairy of technology

Nino – fairy of music

Kagami, kim, alix, ivan (dates mylene, fairy of nature) – specialist

Marinette, chloe, felix, alya – witches

Sabrina – goes from witch to fairy

Rose – fairy of joy

Juleka – half mermaid

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“What do you think?”

Luka looked up from his phone, texting the others and took in the sleeveless tailcoat with ornate embroidery Adrien wore.

“It’s nice.”

“Nice?”

“What he means to say,” a familiar voice said, as a near identical person walked off his own clothing platform and stood next to Adrien, “is that it looks better on me.”

Felix wasn’t wrong. The Witch was more fitting in the suit, with the cravat and knee-high boots, seeing it was more his style. His put together hair and all-knowing eyes seemed to tie everything together.

“What do you think? Can I be a better Prince of Solaria?” he asked, puffing out his chest and waving, Adrien rolling his eyes.

“Ok, not for me then.” He said, pushing his cousin off the platform and pulling up the screen again. Felix sent the outfit he wore to be bought and picked up under his name, the magic dropping and leaving him in his normal clothes before he dropped next to Luka.

“How long have you two been here? I thought the plan was to go to the beach?”

“Juleka is going to meet us there, she just has to get here from Andros. The others are exploring and we’re meeting the Specialist at the beach. Are the other Witches coming?” Luka asked.

“Marinette dragged Alya back to her home planet though she will be there for the coming out ball. She’s been getting flack for being controlled by Lila. As if half the school wasn’t under that fox’s spell. Literally.” Felix said. “They’re only bothering her because of her whole easy ability to use both fairy and witch magic, so half of them think she acts likes she better than she is. It’s like they’ve never had a conversation with her.”

Most of the Witches at Cloud Tower were, well, as nasty as their magic typing casted them as. They weren’t any nicer when there’d been a dark force operating from their school during first year and draining the school to summon dark creatures to attack everything with the Magix dimension. Not even when Chloe had been the person the dark force was after, her and her sister Zoe.

Second year revealed said force to be Lila, or whatever her actual name was. She managed to take control of Marinette and used her ability to use both sides to locate and collect to codexs of all the schools and Pixie Village to reach the Realix dimension and the Ultimate Power. Even after all that, it seemed they still stuck to being rude and mean.

“I’m assuming you took care of them?” Luka asked.

“Oh no, Chloe took care of that. No one is allowed to bully Marinette except her. But enough about them, let’s talk you two. How have things been since the final battle?”

Luka looked back at Adrien, who switched to another suit that didn’t look good. During said battle where Marinette was stuck in the mind controlled dark version of herself, the Fairies, Witches and Specialists tried fighting Lila, anything to get an advantage over her. Adrien hadn’t been there originally, at the entrance with Nathaniel to keep the monsters Lila had from storming them. Luka had been fighting against Lila and one of her hits managed to get him really bad, slamming into the ground hard enough his transformation dropped. His injuries were bad, like really bad. He didn’t remember much before Marinette snapped out of it and used her own healing powers on herself and the others, but he did remember Adrien begging him not to go.

And a kiss. Luka would have thought he was dreaming or hallucinating with the blood loss, had Adrien not gone completely red when he woke up. They hadn’t spoken about it since.

“Well, I’m here and the others are, around.”

“Uh huh.” Felix said. “You two haven’t said shit have you?”

Luka didn’t bother responding when Felix knew the answer already.

“Ok, this. this is the one.”

Luka turned from Felix’s knowing look to take in what Adrien put on.

“Wow. Much better.” Felix said. Luka was finding it hard to find words.

“Do you like it?” Adrien asked, looking nervous.

“You look amazing.” Luka was eventually able to get out.

“And on that note, let’s go pay and meet the others. Or you two can catch up on your own.” Felix said, trying to throw them a bone.

“Ah, it’s ok. Luka’s coming with me to the castle first.”

This was news to him but Luka nodded.

“Alright then. Food and then beach?”

“Well, we actually have one more stop, but you can go ahead, we’ll meet you there.” Adrien said, his order sent ahead and got off the platform, left in his clothes. “Luka has an appointment to get to first.”

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The trip to the beach had been cut short when the waves went out of control. Luka couldn’t understand it, not knowing the reason for the near tsunami sized wave that appeared, only that he felt mermaids in the water nearby. Juleka had gone under looking for anyone, but she only caught the tail end of mermaid guards swimming away. The trip had been cancelled and everyone headed home to get ready to come to Solaria.

Luka was focused on his phone, biting his nail as he hoped to get a reply back from his mom. Mermaid guards were mainly in Andros and Luka’s mother worked at the castle in close quarters with the royal family.

“Nothing still?”

“No. it might be nothing but that wave was sudden. The sea was, I don’t know, not angry, but…I don’t know. it just, it wasn’t normal. Would your dad know anything?”

Adrien hummed, trying to think. His father wasn’t the best ruler and hadn’t been since his mother’s death. He was getting better, actually trying but for the most part, “Nathalie is the real person who runs the kingdom. We can ask her, assuming she’s not too busy. Dad’s on the Solarian Council but Nathalie really does the work.” Luka nodded, looking back to his phone, seeming to ignore the hair falling out of his bun. “I really like your hair. I don’t know if I mentioned it to you.”

During the final battle as the Specialist flew them to Lila’s castle, Luka had made a joke that if they made it out with minor injuries and Marinette back with them, he’d get his hair longer, a choice he’d been debating the whole school year. Luka tried arguing when Adrien told him of the appointment he made, that his own injuries weren’t minor.

“We all survived and Lila was defeated for good. If you don’t like it, just cut it off.”

His hair was now just past his shoulders when out and the blue in his hair was brighter with the new growth needing to catch up. Luka looked like a siren already in his fairy form, the longer hair made it even better.

“Thank you.” Luka said, tucking the strand back. “Everything is probably fine. we only defeated Lila, what, nearly 2 weeks ago? There’s no way that she’d regain any power that quickly, even if she could. She was essentially poisoned by Marinette’s healing powers eating into her own powers.”

“exactly. It’ll be fine.”

“Ok.” Marc said, exiting his dorm.

The group split up back to their schools after the cancelled beach day, most wanting to repack with Adrien’s invitation to stay at the castle for the summer. Those who went home, promised to be at the Solarian castle when the party happened the next day. Adrien was just hopping nothing bad would happen, that Luka’s worry over Andros was just a small thing that wouldn’t spell Lila regaining power and coming back.

“I’ve repacked my bags, but now I don’t have space for my books. Or Nath’s art supplies. He had to want to go traditional this year.” Marc finished.

“I have another bag under my bed. Just use that.” Luka said, fiddling with his phone before finally putting it down.

Marc went back into his shared room with Luka as Nino ran into the common area of their dorm.

“Alya asked for help convincing Marinette to come to the party. I have to head there before Chloe gets wind and tries her hand.” The music fairy said, grabbing his bag and pushing his suitcase towards Adrien. “Can I send my bag ahead with you?”

“Sure. call if Marinette still says no. I’ll beg if I have to. In fact, if anyone else is ready, we can head to Solaria now.” Adrien said, pulling his silver ring off his finger and tossing it, the ring turning into Adrien’s sceptre.

“We’ll be there later, you go!” Marc called, Nino agreeing as he waved and darted out the room.

Adrien shrunk all the bags and held his hand out for Luka to take. “Just us then?”

“Ready when you are.”

Arrival at the castle was quite subdued, just the way Adrien liked it. they were greeted by Nathalie and Gorilla, Adrien’s main bodyguard until he began school at Alfea.

“Your father is working on the finishing touches of your party.” Nathalie had explained when Adrien wondered where his father was.

Adrien decided not to question it too much and instead showed Luka the entire castle, from the gardens, the different hallways full of tapestries and finally, his favourite room of all.

“Welcome to the Hall of the Universe. Every single dimension is represented as a planet and it’s always spinning. The shinning one? That’s Solaria.”

“Andros, right there.” Luka said, finding the pale pink and blue planet that represented his dimension. “It’s kinda weird to think that if we decided to finish our fairy education on our own dimensions instead of accepting the invitation to Alfea, we would have never met.”

Adrien looked over at Luka, who was still focused on looking at his planet. He had to beg his father to let him attend Alfea. If he let him talk to Feragonda and have him be in a complete single, he wouldn’t have been assigned to the Kwami dorm, wouldn’t have found the amazing friends he had, would have never gotten the chance to meet Luka. he would pass on Lila and everything she did but everything else, he’d do all over again.

“What?” Luka asked.

“Oh, uh…nothing. Come on, I’ll show you to your room while I go find dad.”

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Felix picked up another jewellery box and opened it, blinding both him and Luka with the bracelet’s shine.

“Moons below, that’s gaudy. No surprise there though.” he said, looking at the not left with it.

Adrien was speaking with his father and Felix had arrived with his mother as Luka was trying to decide how to keep himself occupied. Felix wanted to poke around Adrien’s gifts and Luka needed advice and a bit of help, which was why he wasn’t stopping the Witch.

“Can I ask you something?”

“I asked my mother already; she doesn’t know what’s going on with Andros.” Felix answered.

That was helpful to know but, “it’s about my present for Adrien.”

“Oh. You know, you don’t have to get him something. Most of this is because this is Adrien being formally recognised as the heir of Solaria. That and a decent number of them wanted to thank him for helping to save the Magix dimension after Lila’s first attempt at control.” Felix reassured.

Luka pulled out a box from his jacket pocket and handed it to Felix. The necklace inside was simple, a gold crescent moon and dangling from it in the centre was a stylized sun with an opal set in it.

“the sun can open into a locket.” Luka explained, watching Felix find the catch and open the empty pocket. “I was hoping you can point me in the direction of Adrien’s favourite picture of his mom. And if you think it’s a good idea.”

“I swear to Red Flame Dragon, if you don’t tell him how you feel but he doesn’t get it seeing this, I might actually murder the both of you. yes I will help you get the picture. I know exactly which one.”

“Your highness, oh!” standing in the doorway was a woman wearing a stripped jumpsuit, an oversized white hat and obnoxious sunglasses. There was something familiar about her. “Prince Felix, what are you doing in here?”

“I’m allowed to be here. Luka, this is Audrey Bourgeois, Dutchess.”

And Chloe and Zoe’s mom. The one who made sure each daughter could only handle one type of magic, which got Lila’s attention in the first place.

Magic could bend either way, some more aligned with Light like Faires and other aligned with Dark, like Witches. A person could go either way, depending on what their magic felt most comfortable in, which was why Sabrina transferred out of Cloud Tower and to Alfea after the first battle against Lila. Marinette was one of those rare people who could handle both, despite being more aligned with being a Witch. Chloe and Zoe, however, could only ever handle Dark and Light respectively. Any attempt to dive into the other side didn’t end well. doing the spells together worked, but never apart. Lila needed someone who could do both which was why she went after Marinette next when Zoe and Chloe didn’t work out. their magic had been stolen and it nearly gotten them killed, all because their mother wanted her kids to be perfect and special.

Chloe was Adrien’s best friend and he’d promised Audrey full hell when he finally saw her again after they found out the truth.

“I hope Adrien will enjoy my present; the bracelet was expensive.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll shine bright.” Felix said, point to the box he just opened. “Can I help you?”

“I was just curious if he knew that his babysitter was leaving. I saw her things being removed from her room.”

“That’s because my father’s proposing.” Adrien appeared behind Audrey and Felix closed and tossed the box to Luka to hide in his pocket again. “Dad said he wanted to use the party as a way to have everyone here so he can ask Nathalie to marry him. I don’t mind, Nathalie is going to make an amazing queen of Solaria.”

That seemed to piss Audrey off. “But she has no royal breeding.”

“And yet, she has more grace and elegance than most members of high society I know.” Adrien said, quickly looking Audrey over and giving a fake smile. he’d give that to the Witches who wouldn’t leave Marinette alone for being friends with Fairies. “If you don’t have anything else, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

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Luka blocked the sun as he watched the Specialists ship touch down. Max had to of asked to give it a go because it was one of the smoother landings.

“The party has arrived!” Nino called out as the gangplank extended and let everyone off. Nino’s suit was much fancier than the one he wore for their first-year mixed school dance. There were still music notes sewn into the lapels of his jacket. “Luka!”

“Welcome to Solaria guys. Adrien wanted to come greet you put he’s been pulled in to helping his father make the surprise perfect.” Luka said, seeing Chloe walk down and head straight for him. She started to tug at his jacket. “Marinette ask you to do her job?”

“Why do you think I’m doing it? How else am I getting her off the ship?”

“Chloe, it’s a cropped jacket! It’s not supposed to go any lower!” Marinette, dressed in a pink dress Luka knew she designed herself, rushed down and moved Chloe away. “You look very nice. The gold detail looks like suns.” She commented, adjusting his collar.

“Honestly, it kinda matches Adrien’s outfit.”

“Does that mean we’ll have an answer to the ‘will they, won’t they’ debacle?” Nathaniel asked, the mix of colours working with his white suit.

“You, do not get to judge me.” Luka remarked. “let me know when you and Marc have talked.” Luka smirked as Nathaniel shushed him while Marc came down with Alix and Kagami. “We have a bit of time before we’re supposed to join everyone in the ball room. I can give you the quick tour.”

Kagami took charge as she normally did, leading the large group towards the back doors to the castle. Chloe pointed out a few things they walked around. They started up a flight of curved stairs when Luka spotted Audrey. She was leading a girl, probably about their age down the hallway they were walking towards. There was something about her short brown hair and fox-like eyes that seemed very familiar.

“Who’s that?” Zoe asked.

“Who cares? She didn’t see us and we don’t want to see her. Come on, before she hears us.” They all went in the opposite direction, though Luka kept looking over his shoulder. When brown eyes met his, his stomach clenched and he turned away.

“Are you ok?” Juleka asked, her black dress fitting her almost like the mermaid she was.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. anything from mom?”

“No, nothing. Honestly, it didn’t go through but every channel I checked says everything is ok. It’s the other mermaids I’m worried about. I haven’t heard from them either. Do you think Adrien would be mad if we headed for Andros tomorrow?”

Luka gave her a dry look. “you say that as if he wouldn’t shove all of us onto the ship so we can all go.”

“That’s very true. Speaking of Adrien, are you going to give it to him?”

Luka nodded. “Felix has it now. I’ll get it back when we go in.”

They eventually made it back downstairs and into the ballroom. It was amazingly decked out, fit for a prince but just understated enough that Adrien would love it. Roses with starlights were all over in vases on the table, green table clothes in all shades and the faintest piano music playing. Gorilla waved them inside before refocusing on his group of guards. Kagami, Chloe and Zoe seemed at ease surrounded by so many high members of society, while Marinette and Marc looked nervous.

“What if they know who I am?” Marinette asked, hiding her face in Alya’s arm.

“Then they know a highly skilled Witch who has the ability to use Fairy magic and that’s it. anyone else tries to dig deeper will be dealt with by being kicked out. or worse, by Adrien.” Felix said, appearing in the outfit he’d chosen, the sleeveless tailcoat still looking good on him. He slipped Luka the jewellery box before looking at Marinette again. “Or I can deal with them. Can’t let Chloe have all the fun.”

“Or maybe we save the scathing comments for after Adrien’s long-awaited party?” Sabrina suggested.

“At least until after the surprise. Adrien might kill us if it’s ruined.” Luka pointed out.

Many of the group asked for answers on what the surprise was but Felix and Luka continued to not say anything. Audrey finally made it in, obnoxious ballgown and all but thankfully she ignored her daughters, which left Chloe in a better mood. Kagami was just being talked out of using her Dragon Sword as a way to eat meat on a stick when trumpets started to go off and the doors at the top of the stairs swung up to reveal King Gabriel of Solaria. Dressed in his standard white, he walked out, head held high. While Nathalie was definitely the one who ran the kingdom while he dealt with his grief, he was still a king, no matter what a person said.

“Welcome everyone, guests and citizens of Solaria. Today is an auspicious day. Today, my son is recognised as heir of Solaria. My son has been at Alfea for the past 2 years learning to become a great fairy and with time, the Guardian Fairy of Solaria. But it hasn’t been without its challenges. He has done out dimension proud though, standing against the dark force once known as Lila with his friends and saving us all. I truly couldn’t think of a better person to lead us when the times comes. Please, join me in formally welcoming, Prince Adrien Emile Gabriel Donatien Athanase Agreste, Prince and Heir of Solaria!”

Gabriel moved, starting the applause as Adrien came out. the dark grey and tan of his tunic, like Luka promised, matched with the gold throughout. The crown on his head was delicate and fitting of a sun fairy. Adrien took his father’s hand as he led him down the stairs, where everyone bowed.

“I have one more announcement to make before the party formally starts. And not to worry, I have Adrien’s permission for this. as most of you know, I lost my wife 4 years ago, the Moon Queen Emile. I turned into myself and I admit, not been a good king after her passing. But this dimension was well looked after by one of her dearest friends and a person I don’t know where I’d be without. Nathalie?”

Not a look most people would see on the woman, Nathalie was surprised when Gorilla took her ever-present clipboard and pushed her to take Adrien’s hand. She started to look disbelieving when he joined the adults’ hands and took a step back.

“Nathalie, I don’t know where this dimension would be without you. I don’t know where we’d be without you. you’ve never given up on me and try as I might, it became hard not to ignore how it made me feel. You told me that you thought Emile would be my only love and how you were fine with that. You were wrong. She’s not my only love and I know what she meant now when she told me to always keep my heart full. Nathalie, even if I was not king, I would be forever lost without you and I can’t bear to lose another I love again. Will you marry me?”

Eyes shiny with tears, she nodded, Adrien leading the applause and cheering this time. He gave his father a small box, bouncing away as he continued clapping. Luka caught his eye, sharing a smile. it was hard not to be swept up in all the love. Adrien was fine sharing the spotlight with his father and his new fiancée but if Luka was going to do this, he wanted it to just be them.

“Please welcome the first dance of your king and future queen!” Adrien called, rushing over to his friends so the adults couldn’t say no. “Stars and suns, finally! I thought he’d never propose.”

“How long has that been brewing?” Nino asked, the only one other than Chloe and Kagami who’d interacted with Nathalie the most, not to mention Adrien’s father.

“pretty much since first year. Dad’s stuck in his ways and Nathalie would never overstep if she thinks she is. But before the final battle with Lila, when we were heading towards her hideout, I called him and told him he had to. I didn’t know if we’d all survive and I didn’t want him facing another loss alone.”

“Well luckily for him, Lila is gone and his son gets to spend the whole summer break with him planning a royal wedding. I already accept my invitation.” Alix teased.

“I think it’s a sign for us all to not take things for granted. And with that, to the dancefloor!” Alya decided, grabbing Nino.

All the pairs joined them, Alix getting Zoe to join while Chloe dragged Marinette. Sabrina had been quickly spirited to the dancefloor by a court boy who caught her eye.

“Should we join them?” Adrien asked.

“Actually, can I talk to you? I wanted to give you your present.” Luka said, pointing towards the open balcony doors. “Or are you not allowed to disappear just yet?”

“Not there. Over here.” Adrien led Luka to an alcove that was thankfully clear of people. They could see the ballroom even if they weren’t seen. “So, what’s up?”

Luka took out the box Felix had given him and presented it. “Felix was snooping at your presents and I know comparatively, this is pretty simple, but I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I’ll love it.” Adrien reassured as he took the box. “Oh, it’s so pretty.” He said as he opened the box.

“The sun is also a locket.” When Adrien let out a stuttered breath and his smile got bigger, Luka said, “I know Nathalie has been like a mother to you and you’re really happy she’s joining the family, but I also know how much you love and miss your mom. Now you can always carry her with you.”

“Thank you. oh,” Adrien put his hand to his neck, fingering the high collar of his tunic. “I can’t wear it right now. The after party that Chloe planned, I have a different outfit. Will you help me put it on then?”

“Of course.” Luka promised. Now seemed a good a time as any. “I was also wondering if we could talk, about the final battle.”

Cheeks going pink, Adrien looked at the ground, keeping the box with his necklace close to him, like it was a pillow he wanted to hide behind. “W-which part?” he stuttered.

Luka took the smallest step forward, trying not to be discouraged by Adrien moving back. He was getting redder though. “I think you know which one. I just, I don’t want to think it didn’t happen, because I know it did.”

“You nearly dying isn’t something anyone would forget.” Adrien threw in.

“No, no I don’t think so. I know my Charmix wasn’t enough to keep me protected so my transformation dropped. I know I was hurt badly when everything hurt. I knew you were there, calling my name. your hands run warmer when you’re transformed.” Luka said, managing to get Adrien take one of his hands. “I know you were begging me not to go and I wanted nothing more than to tell you I wouldn’t. not unless you wanted me to.”

“You like giving people what they want.” Adrien reminded.

“And you like making people happy. Aren’t we a pair? I know, when it started to feel like it was fading away, you kissed me. I didn’t want our first kiss to be like that. I wish I kissed you when we were on the pavilion.”

After the battle, a party was had at Alfea and Luka had gone looking for Adrien who’d disappeared. He found him by one of the gardens, standing on the pavilion, standing in the moonlight. Sun fairy he might be, but Adrien was also made for moonlight. There’d been a charged moment when Adrien looked over his shoulder and looked at him and Luka regrated not saying anything then.

“Why didn’t you?” Adrien asked, finally looking at him.

“I’m an idiot? I can’t stop thinking about losing the chance to do it if I don’t say anything. Adrien, you’ve, enchanted me since the first moment we met. The more I got to know you and the closer we became; I just couldn’t help falling for you more. the song in your heart has been replaying in my head constantly. I want nothing more than write a symphony for it.”

Adrien let out an embarrassed laugh. “no need to go that far. You could just kiss me.”

“Can I? Kiss you and date you and be with you?”

This time, Adrien was the one to step forward, staring up at Luka. “I didn’t want you to leave because I didn’t want to lose a friend. I didn’t want you to leave because I couldn’t bare losing you, not before you knew how much I wanted to be with you.”

Not needing words, Luka started to lean down, Adrien closing his eyes when Felix came around the corner.

“Adrien, your dad – fuck!” he cried when the two sprang apart. “I have the fucking worst timing.”

“It’s fine.” Adrien reassured. “It’ll happen,” he promised, squeezing his hand in Luka’s.

Felix looked like he was struggling to walk away and let them have their kiss but he groaned and held out his hand like he normally did so he could drag Adrien places. “Your dad wants to really start the ball with a dance with you. I had better not see either of you for at least an hour after the dance.”

Adrien went to his dad while Luke rejoined the others, all of whom had looks on their faces like they had had a guess as to where they disappeared to.

“So, anything you want to tell us?” Nino asked.

“We confessed, but no kiss.”

“Seriously!” Zoe said. “We’ve been waiting for just that for like nearly 2 years at this point.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault.” Luka said as Adrien and his father went to the middle of the room. “Adrien still has duties right now. But soon.” Catching his favourite green eyes and gentle sunlight smile, Luka couldn’t help but smile himself. “Very soon.”

#lukadrienjune #lukadrienjune2024 #lukadrienmonth #miraculous ladybug #lukadrien #winx club au

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specific-dreamer · 16 days ago

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highschool orange!bev, paul and darry headcanons bc i miss orange bev :(

beverly is two years younger than them. they all officially met in middle school and darry decided he absolutely had to keep both socs

paul and darry are each others confidants yes however. they are best friends and confidants in the same way bbc merlin and arthur were, that is to say paul told darry everything under the sun but darry had a few things he would never tell paul

enter beverly jitney bush my beloved

she only became a soc when she was like 9. and as a girl greaser in the 60s at that age she’s had her fair share of hardships and can still relate to darry if even distantly. ANYWAYS

she is darry’s ultimate confidant. because she understands why he’s so drastically different around the socs compared to how he might be at home. because she tries to hide any trace of greaser that could possibly show up in her

this was meant to be fluffy headcanons um

“darry even spent the night at his house. tat west side soc 😒” AHT WRONG he spent the night at bev’s house but his momma didn’t want him at no girls house alone (if only she knew) so paul would always show up much to bev’s chagrin

paul and bev vm have a middle school corey and topanga relationship. where bev doesn’t much care about paul, hes freaked by her presence and she likes taking advantage of that and being the worse possible menace she can to him

they’re siblings you’re honor. add in marcia and paul never learns peace again

they’re friendly enough in public though, beverly has a reputation to keep thank you very much, but a lot of people think she and paul have an on again off again relationship. they never deny it though

one time, when they were drunker than somebody’s uncle, paul said they ought to convince everyone that darry was the reason they were off again (as if she couldn’t make up her mind)

except beverly lets it slip that (chet told bob who told cherry who told marcia who told her) that half the school already thinks that and the only reason her reputation hasn’t tanked is because everyone thinks she has them both wrapped around her finger

and that the reason paul and darry never fight is because they want bev to pick them

they’re both silent for a while and darry has tears down his face because “even the rumors of us are more fun wtf guys”

those first two years (rly one year bc hs was grades 10-12 back then but i digress) of highschool were nearly unbearable without bev. they really didn’t know how to cope without their third so joined random clubs just occupy their free time. that’s how they joined football.

paul convinced darry to join sga for the shits and giggles (but darry actually really enjoyed it because people had to take an hour and a half out of their day to quit looking at him as some greaser and to actually hear him out on his ideas)

darry forced paul to join woodworking but he was so shitty at it he had to drop it mid semester and the only other class that fit in his schedule was drama. he refuses to tell darry but he absolutely adored it. he never got on stage or anything, he was far from an actor, but he did adore helping with set and lighting

one time. like right after the love triangle rumors started, bev and paul kissed just to try and see if maybe there was some credibility to the rumors, but the way both of them immediately screwed up their faces and turned red they knew there was absolutely nothing there.

however that was also when they stopped pissing the other off has much. (they immediately noticed that the other was queer but since they didn’t want to be clocked themselves neither mentioned it to the other)

(they do tell darry though. “darry did you know bev’s one of them fruits??” “…it’s literally 12 in the morning, what the hell are you talking about?” / “i’m serious darrel, he kissed like he was the girl!” “wait rewind the cassette. yall done kissed?”

darry is not pleased. his dad woke up him talking abt some “the phone rang like a devil tryin tah catch jesus and it’s just yo damn fool of a friend. go tell them to quit callin my damn house at 12 in the got damn morning like they pay bills”

he wasn’t really mad, the phone woke up him and ofc everyone else in the house sleeps like the dead so he had to answer it. darry was pissed off though. he very much values his sleep)

oh ! bev hates giving nicknames. loathes being called her full name, only call her bev ty, but she refuses to use a nickname for you. she’s called darry darrel since the day they first met, way back when she was still a greaser

#ok it’s bed time now #but i love this trio sm your honor #they mean the world to me #i gotta think of a (platonic) ship name for them #fruit cake #get it bc bev’s an orange and the boys are queer #i kill myself i’m so funny #the outsiders #darry curtis #outsiders musical #orange!bev #anna!bev #beverly jitney bush #paul holden #srsly though i’ll think of a better ship name

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onerabong · 2 years ago

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So basically my friends and I were talking about some Boros HCs and one thing that came up was that- the Dark Matter Pirates is a really large group. Even that ship alone carries at least a city’s worth of crews. There has to be at least a handful of people that’s unhealthily obsessed with their strong, handsome, charismatic leader.

Warnings- non-con (stalking / questionable production/use of life-like dolls)

They form a secret organization. They have all sorts of questionable merch including sneakily taken photographs of Boros, or a life size doll that looks exactly like him. The tech on the ship is very advanced and the elite members of the club has access to the more.. finer qualities of the doll, using it for their own pleasure.

It is an absolute secret, they know they’d be gone the second Boros or any of the three warriors found out, so they’re always careful.

One day, when some of the members are gathered in a heavily guarded secure room, taking turns using the very life like doll, the door opens and Boros himself enters and sees what they’re doing. They’re shocked, because there was no way anyone could’ve found out about this place, and they’re all frozen in place waiting for death when Boros says, “Is that poor imitation of me enough to quench your thirst? Would it not be better if I did it myself?” And voluntarily joins in.

Boros knew from the start. Boros knew what they were thinking of when they looked at him and he knew the stuff they had and what they did when they thought he wasn’t looking. He was a little shocked at first, then intrigued, then just started to enjoy watching them. Now when he feels like it or when he’s just bored he goes to them, basking in the pleasure of being dominated.

Borosai/Saiboros (Boros lives AU, continued from above)

Boros and Saitama are in a chaotic yet happy relationship. Every day they learn new things to love about each other. Sometimes they fight, sometimes they can’t stand each other’s presence, but they always come back, strengthening their bond.

Boros announces his relationship with Saitama, declaring him his lover. Everyone is happy for him, except the select few. Boros leaves them be, not interested in them anymore now that he has Saitama. They still steal looks and take pictures, uses the doll but Boros doesn’t care.

Until Saitama finds out.

Saitama’s been noticing the way some of the crew look at Boros, and he doesn’t like it. By chance he comes across one of the photographs taken of Boros. It’s focused on his face, with an expression he never shows to the public, only to Saitama. Saitama tracks down the photographer, and finds that he has more like that, some much more explicit.

Boros doesn’t seem to have any idea. Saitama digs deeper, and finds out about the organization. He sees the depth of their depravation and is disgusted and furious. He wants to punish them himself but decides to let Boros choose their fate.

It’s then that Boros reveals he’s known all along. He pretended not to know to see Saitama’s reaction, because it was too good of a chance to see his protectiveness and fury.

Saitama doesn’t speak to him for a week.

Boros apologizes and pleads for forgiveness, showering him with gifts and kisses despite the stubborn silent treatment. After a week, Saitama holds Boros’ face between his hands and tells him never to pull that kind of shit again. Boros says that he’ll try. Saitama knows that that’s the best answer he’ll get out of him and sighs in exasperation, both dreading and looking forward to their love life ahead of them.

Warnings- Non-con/rape (explicit)

Boros is stressed beyond what he thought was possible. He can’t find joy in battles anymore and everything seems to lose meaning. Then he comes across a rare potion by chance, a gift from a faraway planet, one that’s strong enough to get even him very drunk. He knows it’s not a good idea but drinks it by the bottle anyway.

He’s delirious, sprawled on his bed, when he finds consciousness again. Something’s wrong, there’s a weird pressure moving in his lower stomach, he opens his eye. There’s a subordinate above him, holding him down, moving and grunting like an animal. One that’s been eyeing him in an unpleasant way for a long time, but he didn’t have any reason to be wary and just let him be. Now he’s on top of him spreading his legs open and shoving his cock in and out.

He sees Boros looking at him with a wide eye and smiles, and kisses him. Boros is shocked, a little sick, he considers just killing him but then he can’t find any energy to do it. Everything is boring again, he can’t think of a reason to fight this back. So he lies there and takes it.

That isn’t the last time it happens. After that it happens again, and again until it becomes a routine. The subordinate brings others. Soon he’s getting fucked by his crew taking turns, and he learns to enjoy it. He asks for more, begging them to use him as they like. He knows he’s going down a path he can’t turn back. He can’t make himself care.

Then he learns of the prophecy. He feels hope, however slim, that he might feel something again. He searches for this warrior. The sex doesn’t stop, but it becomes less frequent. He arrives on Earth. He meets the warrior. He fights, he feels, he gives his all. He’s so happy he could cry. Those few minutes before his death is when he feels most alive.

After the shock of his defeat has passed, he feels loss. Loss for the warrior, for Saitama. If he could go back in time, he’d still give his all and still get defeated. He wouldn’t change that. But he can’t help but feel pain as he hears defeat in Saitama’s voice. He knows Saitama’s pain, the endless loneliness. He met someone that could really understand him, someone he could have a real connection with, but he wasn’t good enough. He’s got what he wanted and he’s happy to die like this, but at the last moment all he feels is overwhelming sadness.

Borosai/Saiboros (Boros lives AU, continued from above)

Boros survives the fight with Saitama. He falls for Saitama, hard. Eventually Saitama loves him back. They’re both happily in love. Boros talks about his past, his loneliness, and swears that he won’t let Saitama experience that kind of pain. Saitama finds out what happened between Boros and his crew. He’s furious, that they used Boros at his weakest, manipulating his isolation for their own pleasure. Boros soothes him, assuring him it won’t happen again, that he’s happy now, with Saitama by his side. With Saitama, Boros learns to care. Together, with the help of their friends, Boros heals and learns to love the world again.

#opm #saiboros #borosai #boros #lord boros #saitama #drabble

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swaggypsyduck · 2 years ago

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Story Time(?)

to preface this i'm not posting pics of myself in my old ugly ass soccer football kit so yah, anyways!

a little about my relationship w the sport:

as a moroccan-canadian, who's whole life was defined by watching my dad play w all the other 3amous of the masjid every sunday night, football was my life. most of my summers were spent listening to cousins who were constantly fighting about raja and wydad while i sat on the sidelines waiting for them to throw the ball in. and most of my classmates made every discussion about el classico matches. i only actually played football w a team from the ages of 11-15 (not long ik) where i had to stop bc of school and other extra curriculars.

some funny/embarrassing things about this time:

1. i had always been playing in elementary school but not w a proper team. just w my classmates. except for our school's yearly world cup and sister school tournies: in which i apparently had a reputation in, bc most ppl i meet from that time remembered me by the fact i carried my class' girl's team LOL. like my friend who just moved from iraq got married to a guy a year older and on the phone he heard she was talking to me. when she mentioned who i was he went "the one who kept beating my grade right?" i died of embarrassment a little bc holy shit pls forget i existed before the age of 18. i spawned a fully formed human.

2. i played mostly right back! which is why i love defensive players so much. i originally wanted to be a goalie, bc i have so much respect for the position, but the coach took one look at me and went "absolutely not lol". also fuck who ever said defenders are lazy bc my lefty bestie and i ran the most every game. if anything strikers r the lazy ones. which is funny bc they put me on as a striker at first bc i was fast and short, then they realized im shit at finishing LMAOOO 💀💀. i also played defensive midfielder when ours was out on injury.

3. in my team i was the 2nd most carded player. which makes perfect sense when u realize i started club football bc of sergio ramos

4. the first romantic confession i ever received was from our goalie. she was a year older and i had no idea what a date was so i brought her dates (the fruit) to the next practice. she just laughed when i did, said thank you, and never brought it up again. i didn't realize till i saw her in highschool waayyyy later when she introduced me to her girlfriend.

5. my first red card was when i tried to implement a karate take down in my tackle bc i was watching a cartoon where it happened.

6. i somehow miraculously never had a more serious injury than a twisted ankle. no one knows how. it is still a mystery. even in karate tournies ive never been more injured than a slight concussion.

#wow that's rlly long lol #it's only less than 5 years but it feels like forever #i did not have my own goal celebration but i wish i did #swaggypsyduck storytime

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sauntervaguelydown · 1 year ago

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no no I want to unpack this a little actually

To get it out of the way, Ken is obviously pulling from pop culture signifiers of masculinity, and for better or worse, there's a certain type of man who thinks Fight Club/Scarface/etc describe the Real Secret Masculine Apotheosis that women are Keeping From You. So it's entirely likely within the fiction that Ken is wearing the mink because Reddit Film Bro says mink good.

On the other hand, how does the message of the two speeches compare? Tyler Durden has very specifically designed his philosophy around the rejection of consumerism, capitalism, and self. 1. Tyler Durden rejects the idea that purchased objects will improve your life or self in any way. You cannot buy your way to happiness. Life remains empty and unfulfilling no matter how perfect your house is. IKEA is the little death, etc. 2. Tyler Durden's ultimate terroristic goal is to destroy the records of debt in the banking system, plunging humanity (he imagines) into a creditless, moneyless society of hunter gatherers. Our brief glimpse of this suggests freedom on the corpse of modern life. 3. Tyler Durden rejects the self. Self care is out. Self improvement is out. Self destruction is IN. Within Fight Club, the goal is to strip off everything except the experience of the fight. Identity is left at the door, along with "whoever you might be on the outside". what remains is the body, and the act of conversation through violence. Later, within the Project Mayhem cult, disciples literally have no names. Finally, I want to tease out the fact that Tyler/The Narrator specifically suggest: "we are a generation raised by mothers. maybe another woman isn't the answer"

Okay so what about Barbie? This movie is a literal vehicle for consumerism--a toy commercial with high production values. It's also a movie about what it means to be human. It's about the contrast between having a perfect life/house/wardrobe and depression/dissatisfaction/existential dread. The solution to this dissonance is to leave the dream house and become mortal. Leave the world of signifiers and become a thing that dies. Embracing the ephemerality of human life allows for a more meaningful experience of it. When Barbie has this conversation with Ken, she is on the verge of making this commitment to her own mortality.

Kens in barbie land are defined by their relationship to barbies. This is not at all like real life for men and women, but it is the base statement about canonical barbie land. Within the mindset of Fight Club, this is actually more relevant--the men of Fight Club, like Tyler, consider themselves defined by women, and are trying to find meaning outside of women.

anyway. Tyler here is listing off things that one earns. They are signifiers of success. Money, cars, even the white-collar uniform of khakis, these all represent fiscal success in a very "making it" sort of way. driving my Lamborghini in the hollywood hills etc.

The things Barbie is listing off are not signifiers of earned wealth, though. Barbies & Kens are immortal, they do not earn wages or save them in a meaningful sense. Beach, for Ken, represents determination at birth--it's what's on his packaging, it's his role in society, it's his destiny as a toy. The mink, the house (I think she is talking about the aesthetic of the house, not the building itself), these are things that were obtained with little to no work. They are signifiers, but not of wealth. They are signifiers of masculinity, or literally "patriarchy" as Ken understands it. Which is to say, these are objects that confer upon Ken a Place in the World. They elevate him from someone who doesn't matter to someone who does. They give him personal value.

We can think of wealth, in the world of Fight Club, as also something that confers personal value. It is what differentiates men who don't matter from men who do. Men with cars matter. Men with good jobs matter. Men with money matter. Ultimately, even the difference between immortal kens and mortal men is the same: the desire to be someone with value.

The speeches Barbie and Tyler give mirror each other in this way: you are not the signifiers of value that tell an uncaring world "I am a person, pay attention to me". You already are a person. When you rely on external validation to prove to yourself that you matter, you've already lost the game. Being alive, the experience of being alive in this body, is truth; everything else is illusion. Tyler Durden says this because he wants you to find meaning through him. Barbie says this because she wants Ken to find meaning outside of her.

I find it interesting to compare Tyler Durden's radical methodology of self-destruction to Barbie's ultimate choice to become human. Don't get me wrong, Tyler Durden is a hypocritical cult leader who forcibly castrates politicians and Barbie is a literal children's toy. Obviously it's not the same. But they are both undergoing a kind of enlightenment through casting off the trappings of worldly success and therefore becoming... something new.

Maybe all the things you thought made you you aren’t really…you. Barbie (2023) / Fight Club (1999)

#meta #barbie #fight club

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symphonic-appliances · 4 months ago

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mid-year wrap up of what i’ve read so far 🫶 i added a cut bc it’s pretty long

except for my last book in june, i honestly haven’t been very impressed by anything i’ve read so far this year. a lot of my reads were good but none were 5 stars. tldr: read the emperor’s soul by brandon sanderson.

i was in a major reading slump this winter so i didn’t read any books in january, february, or march.

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april:

my body by emily ratajkowski

this was very good! i didn’t vibe with it completely at the beginning but her writing style is very beautiful just like her 🤍 i listened to this as an audiobook, which is how i like to read most memoirs

skyward series by brandon sanderson (skyward, starsight, sunreach, redawn, cytonic, evershore, hyperthief, defiant)

i love brandon sanderson but i don’t fw his young adult books. i personally don’t vibe with ya anyway and i think sanderson has trouble with less complex/ya storylines. i was worried that the fight scenes would be boring because they’re fighting in spaceships but the sci-fi aspects were good! and the writing was good. the story just wasn’t giving what brandon is capable of giving.

macbeth by shakespeare

romeo romeo wherefore art thou romeo

crying in h-mart by michelle zauner

i love japanese breakfast and this memoir added so much heart to songs that are already very emotional for me. if you listen to japanese breakfast then you should read this book. it wasn’t necessarily a book that i couldn’t put down, i wish i listened to this as an audiobook instead. however i finished the last probably 20% in one sitting on mother’s day and immediately started watching some interviews of michelle zauner talking about her band and the book and then i gifted my copy of the book to my mother.

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may:

the reckoners series by brandon sanderson (steelheart, mitosis, firefight, calamity, lux)

this series was surprisingly sexist for sanderson. most of his books that i’ve read have had female protagonists but the reckoners follows a man the entire time. the first book was intensely masculine, with david constantly looking at and thinking about megan’s body and only two women in the team, one of which is the love interest and the other barely being a character. the second book moved to a new location and added some new women characters and a female villain but still included moments like when david got danced on by a ‘bodacious’ woman and he compared her sensuality to megan’s tomboyish not-like-other-girls-ness and how he likes megan more than the ‘busty/curvy’ girl. very weird. i liked lux but i would definitely recommend any of sanderson’s adult fantasy books over any of his young adult books that i’ve read.

swimming in the dark by tomasz jedrowski

not the best book i’ve read and not the best lgbtq+ book i’ve read but the plot and writing were good! this book follows two young men in 1980’s poland as they develop feelings for each other under a government + in a time where it’s not really allowed. it’s a very short book so i would recommend it if you’re looking for a short emotional summer read.

the garden of time by j. g. ballard

read bc this was the met gala theme haha. i like short stories a lot and this one was very very good! there are a lot of ways to interpret this short fantastical story so this is a good story to read with a few friends and discuss like a mini book club! this was one of my top fav books of the year (it’s unfortunate that it’s only like 10 pages).

norwegian wood by haruki murakami

i’ve read norwegian wood twice and the plot has never really stuck with me but instead a lot of the simpler moments and ideas have. i first read this a couple of years ago and it was my first murakami book. i was thinking a lot about my gender at the time and this book is very masculine, which was a major plus for me at the time. since then, i’ve read more murakami books and i realized that i wish norwegian wood was a little bit more fantastical. not necessarily magical realism like his other books but i wish the ambiguousness in the ending was the vibe throughout more of the book. which is the complete opposite of how i felt on my first read, i loved how straightforward the book and toru’s character and worldview was.

a wrinkle in time by madeleine l’engle

cute. i wanted to read this very bad when i was a child but i didn’t have access to it and now i’ve read it 🤍

looking for alaska by john green

they could never make me hate john green. i wasn’t as feral about this now as i was when i was 14 but i still adore this book. the reader’s guide introduced me to stephanie says by the velvet underground which is probably going to be my top song this year.

the catcher in the rye by j. d. salinger

similar vibes to norwegian wood. i’ve read this twice and the first time i really liked how masculine and young this book felt. now that i’m older, i still really adore it.

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june:

one true loves by taylor jenkins reid

this concept was very cool but i’m not obsessed with the execution. it reads like sally rooney’s normal people in how there’s little stories for each time period to show how the characters feel about each other but since that writing style is purposely fleeting i felt like it lacked depth for this intense story about grief. i also wish she saw olive more after high school. i did like the ideas in this book but the actual writing was not for me.

an enchanting case of spirits

i did not like this. the main character had an attitude for no reason, every side character was trying to help her out and she had a snarky comment about literally everything anyone said. the enemies to lovers was extremely forced, she hated her neighbor because when her fiancé passed away, he took her trash to the curb and back to the house for her. also fuck cops.

the invention of nature: alexander von humboldt’s new world by andrea wulf

this was surprisingly interesting. i listened to this as an audiobook, mainly for while i was driving. i think if i read it physically i would’ve gotten kind of bored but as a little podcast i was obsessed. i love the author’s hook in the beginning got me very interested, especially when she mentions how he’s the person with the most landmasses named after him and how she explains at the end how he was so impactful but not many people in the modern day know about him.

eragon by christopher paolini

the beginning and the end dragged but through the time that they’re actually on the road traveling i had a good time. this is not the best fantasy book ever but it’s alright.

none of this is true by lisa jewel

the first two sections were veryy addicting, i read this book in one day. however, the third act fell so flat for me. and the middle dragged a tiny bit. i’ll try not to spoil anything but with thrillers like this it’s impossible to review them without giving some stuff away. so my least favorite part about this entire book is how walter’s character is handled. i thought it was disgusting and i couldn’t get past that at all. and i think the epilogue should’ve been much longer than 3 pages, especially since lisa jewel apparently confirmed it in an interview (very much trying not to spoil anything haha). if walter didn’t do what he did then i would have very different feelings towards this book but if lisa was trying to get across what she said in the epilogue, implying very different things about walter than what roxy and erin were saying, then she should’ve made that very clear imo. i like ambiguous endings a lot but not when it comes to stuff like that.

where the wild things are by maurice sendak

one of my fav books as a child. i read this bc i want to rewatch the movie.

nimona by nd stevenson

very cute! but honestly if you didn’t follow this story when it was a webtoon / aren’t obsessed with the movie then i would recommend the movie over the graphic novel.

beach read by emily henry

i loved this concept so much. emily henry’s writing is a little more tropey than i prefer but she is very talented! very very good debut novel.

the selection by kiera cass (+ the queen, the prince, and 25% of the elite)

i would have loved this as a trashy reality show summer read but the dystopian aspects completely completely turned me off of this. it was very much trying to be a “monarchies are good as long as the people in charge are nice :))” while also being a rags to riches “look at the big pretty dress” and the message just didn’t make sense.

the emperor’s soul by brandon sanderson

i would recommend this to literally every single person. it took me about few pages to get into but like wow. this is a very good introduction to sanderson because it’s a short novella that isn’t connected to any of his big series. i read this in literally one sitting because it’s so gripping. the themes on creation, being an artist in a greedy world, and what it means to be a person from the most basic parts of our personalities is just so. beautiful. amazing. gorgeous. and the ending prologue makes the beginning make so much sense if you’re familiar with the cosmere (but you aren’t missing anything by using this as an introduction to sanderson).

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