#got into so many fights when he was young and he was a boxer like jackie... they trained with viktor for a long time together

[ruvviks]

sometimes i forget that vitali really is a heywood boy

[cloudysfluffs]

If you’re accepting requests, I’d love to see any tk hcs you have for the pines family! No rush of course!

OF COURSE!!!!! havent written hcs in a while but i bet i can come up with some :3

PINES FAMILY TICKLE HCS UNDER THE CUT!!!! KINK/FETISH BLOGS DON'T TOUCH!!!!! HALF OF THEM ARE MINORS AND ALL OF THEM ARE RELATED!!!!! DONT MAKE IT WEIRD!!!!!

Dipper

definitely the biggest lee in the family i fear. he's canonically ticklish and i just KNOW no one lets him live it down. least of all his sister

his ribs are his main spot!!! BUT also since idk where else to mention this, all of the pines family also have a spot that they share!!! theyre all ticklish on their backs :3

my boyfriend picked his rib spot because he always wears that vest. he thinks itll protect him. it wont

squeaks a LOT, his laugh is very high-pitched. his family/friends like to poke him a lot because of the noises he makes

he is SO embarrassed about it but he actually does like being tickled!!!! but he will NEVER ask for it. ever. luckily mabel has very good insight and can always tell when hes in a mood

out of everyone, surprisingly, he might like sessions from stan the most!! stan isnt QUITE as good at reading him, but dipper has learned that intentionally getting on his nerves is a good way to get wrecked for it (ex: the 'stans tattoo' short? stan nearly tickled him to DEATH for that stunt)

so incredibly paranoid that someone might find out that he likes this. hes definitely the type to search 'tickle scene' on the family computer and FREAK OUT if anyone walks in

generally prefers sessions with people hes really close to/that he knows he can trust and they wont take advantage

Mabel

exact opposite of dipper. the families biggest ler!!!! and she is making it EVERYONES problem!!!!

completely shameless about finding tickling fun ("it's a game for kids!!! we're kids!!! relax!!!!")

if dipper ever starts acting paranoid or 'too-grown-up' she swoops in to the rescue to remind him that its OK to like silly, childish things!!!!

her and stan are a VERY DANGEROUS TEAM. they regularly form alliances to take down the other two twins. and they have yet to lose!!!!

kind of feared the day that dipper would 'grow out of' playing with her. but when ford came home she was a lot less worried, because him and stan never really grew out of it!!!

queen of cheer up tickles. her smile is very contagious

she will make jokes WHILE tickling you, just to be like 'wow, i must be really funny, if you're laughing so much!!' <3

she DOES have a lee side, and she's also completely shameless about that!! she just likes tickling other people more :3

Stan

have you noticed that hes like. almost never in gravity falls tk headcanon posts? unless hes specifically suggested? i have seen so many include dipper, mabel, ford, and just skip over him shjdkhsdfk. i dont understand why, hes got so much potential!!!!

anyway, second biggest ler of the family. and hes really only ranked below mabel because mabel is so SLIPPERY. she cannot be caught unless she WANTS to be. stans a little easier to take off guard

also much more shameless about it. takes literally every opportunity to tease his nephew in particular

i mentioned above that dipper tends to try to get on his nerves to get tickled for it, because stan doesnt seem to pick up on it otherwise. i should add that stan absolutely knows that hes doing that JUST to play with him. he knows dipper isnt just being annoying on purpose. and he respects it!!! because it means dipper is toughening up, and standing up to him!!! even if its for kind of a silly reason. he wont let dipper know he knows, though

hes also been interested in ticklng since he was young. him and ford BOTH were, seperately, and then they found out at the same time and were BOTH like 'YOU TOO??????? I THOUGHT I WAS THE WEIRD ONE'

hes got that boxer training, so if you try and start a fight with him and youre NOT mabel, youre gonna lose. hes REALLY good at pinning lees down

hes got like. one, single exception that he will willingly be lee for. but he will never tell you who it is. ("what are you, a cop?")

ford could, theoretically, beat him in a tk fight.....but he never does. :)

Ford

unpopular opinion i fear, but this man is a LEE!!!!!! my mind will not be changed!!!!!! biggest lee in the family, second only to dipper

"oh but he has six fingers! wouldnt that make him a great ler by default?" of course it would!!!! thats why its SO FUNNY thats he's a lee.

hes got 12 fingers in total. hes been fighting his way through the multiverse for thirty years, so hes TOUGH. muscular, with a lot of training. AND HES A LEE. he has so much potential and hes using NONE of it when it comes to this!!!!! do you guys see the vision

him and dipper bond over being the lees of the family. he has apologized for passing it down to his nephew in the past. meanwhile mabel and stan are chanting 'ALPHA TWIN! ALPHA TWIN!' in the other room

this man could fill journals JUST about the sessions he had in the multiverse

him and stan have been play-fighting since they were children, and he loses almost every single time. mostly because stan is a dirty cheater who will bring tickling into it without fail and thats all it takes for ford to crumble

the only person he was consistently winning tickle fights with, ever, was fiddleford, back when they were partners. AND EVEN THEN he still LOST, all the time!!!! and now he doesnt even stand a chance against mcgucket. much like mabel, he is simply too slippery

my favorite tickly dynamic with ford though is his one with bill. bill thinks tickling is SO entertaining!!! so back in the days of their partnership, sometimes theyd take a break from work just to have a session in the mindscape. LITERALLY fords 'dream sessions'. bill holds this over his head to this day. the chain scene, from weirdmageddon???? he has used that exact method in past sessions

HIS PALMS ARE TICKLISH. adding to the irony that his greatest asset as a ler is what makes him the best lee

[discoscoob]

BOXER!JOHN WICK HEADCANONS

˙ ✩°˖🥊 ⋆｡˚ John Wick x Winston’s daughter!reader

I had so many ideas when I was making my bot I thought I should make some headcanons and share them. This is very quick and messy literally just straight from my head.

John was abandoned as a baby and grew up in an orphanage and had to quickly learn to fend for himself. To release pent up anger and frustrations, John often got into fights until one of the kinder members of staff introduced him to a local boxing club

John was around 17 years old when he met Winston, a boxing coach who had aspirations of being a boxer himself until his career was cut short by a bad injury, leaving him unable to fight professionally. Winston became a coach to help others achieve the dreams he once had

Winston immediately saw the potential in John and took him under his wing, becoming the closest thing John ever had to a father figure and Winston considered John a son

Under Winston’s guidance and mentorship, John turned from a troubled young man into a world famous champion boxer with an unbeaten record

With all the fame and attention John became a bit of a Casanova with all the fans and admirers he gained, he had a bit of a reputation but Winston was unconcerned with what John did with his private life as long as it didn’t distract from his career and it never did

Reaching 38, John knows that it’s time for him to retire, most professionals hang up their gloves by their mid thirties but his passion for the sport is still strong doesn’t know what he will have without boxing

It’s around this time you show up at Winston’s gym, a mysterious young woman claiming to be his long lost daughter, the product of some fleeting and messy relationship he had when he was in his 20s, you have plenty of facts and photos to prove your story legitimate and Winston accepts you with open arms, eager to make up for lost time

It’s not long before you meet his star fighter and you’re instantly drawn in by his natural charm that just seems to seep from his pores, when he talks to you, giving you his undivided attention, you feel like you’re the only person in the world

It’s not long before the pair of you develop feelings and act upon them

Sneaking around is thrilling and exciting, keeping your relationship a secret but it’s not easy

You’re both worried how Winston might take the news, considering the age difference and John’s reputation for being a bit of a lothario who has never committed to a serious relationship, considering boxing has always been his main focus

Although keeping up the facade that you’re both single comes with its downsides

Sometimes, after another victorious match, Winston will throw parties afterwards to celebrate and you watch from across the room glaring daggers at the many admires that surround John all wanting to congratulate them in their own way, thinking they stand a chance with him like they might have before he found you

In order to not raise suspicion, John entertains them to a certain extent but always makes up some excuse in the end to slip away from the party early and you follow soon after, eager to release your pent up jealousy

John always assures you there’s no one else, and it’s true, but keeping your relationship hidden takes it’s toll

When Winston does eventually find out, either because one of you accidentally lets it slip or catches you both or a sneaky paparazzi photographer gets a photo of you two kissing, he doesn’t take it too well at first

A mixture of wanting to protect you, the age difference, John’s lack of commitment to his previous relationships and his worry that the relationship is too similar to his past relationship with your mother and he doesn’t want to see this end in the same bitter way

But each day John spends with you, as he gets closer to retiring from the ring, his worry of what he will do when boxing is no longer his main focus begins to slowly fade as he realises you will be his focus

Eventually Winston comes around and although he already considered John to be like a son, it’s nice to have it made official when he becomes his son-in-law

[cat3ch1sm]

i am single-handedly running the L agenda (jkjk)

with that being said lemme scoot in here and request something that actually came to me in a dream (giving prophecy). this is literally the second time it has happened to me

i just love the idea of the task force continuously embarrassing themselves in front of snarky girlfriend. like these are grown men with many years of investigation under their belt and they get destroyed by someone in their young 20s lyke

that’s how specific the dream was for me. literally no more details 😔

but i trust you bestie.

also so i don’t spam your inbox i am also requesting on the side a lil f*ngering moment if you will. L’s fingers in the manga really speak to me on a personal level 😏

hello, my favorite follower<33 missed u in my inbox. reporting for duty to carry out the L agenda 🫡

for this writing, i pulled that one l, light, and misa date from the anime and put my own spin on it- featuring Y/N as well. i tried my best to directly quote the anime, idk how well i did tho😭 but it’s the same idea, basically. hope you enjoy💚

ೄྀ࿐ fem!reader, nsfw ahead, f!ngering, light and l fight😭ˊˎ-

It was clear that the day was going to be weird when Aizawa, a respectable and work-oriented member of the task force, came into the headquarters with no pants on. Just white boxers decorated with red polka-dots.

Soichiro glanced absently in Aizawa’s direction upon hearing him come in, then did a double take, expression questioning. “Uh… Aizawa… did something happen?”

Matsuda had the same reaction as Soichiro. “Uh- where’d your pants go?”

Pants and belt slung around his arm, Aizawa trudged towards the other two men, looking exasperated. “Stupid security system wouldn’t let me in. In my opinion, Ryuzaki’s gone a little overboard with the security measures.”

“I’m fairly certain we’re past the point of overboard- this is the Kira investigation, after all,” Soichiro pointed out:

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Aizawa admitted, stopping in his tracks to hurriedly put his pants and belt back on before sitting in a chair between the two men. He searched around the room curiously, noticing an absent presence. “Hey- where’d Ryuzaki and everyone else go?”

Matsuda gestured to the screen displayed in front of them. “Oh- Ryuzaki, Misa-Misa, Light, and Y/N are on a date upstairs.”

Aizawa let out a groan. “For God’s sake, Matsuda, will you stop it with this Misa-Misa crap?”

Matsuda offered a sheepish grin. “Ah- yeah, sure.”

“Man… this has got to be the lamest date I’ve ever been on,” Misa groaned beside you, arm propped up on the back of the sofa and her head resting in the palm of her hand.

“Oh, don’t mind us,” L offered, twirling a fork around in his mouth. “Just act like we’re not even here.”

Misa frowned, crossing her arms. “This could have been a cute double date- with me and Light and you and Y/N- even if you guys are super stalker-y. But Light’s sitting over there with L handcuffed to him while I’m stuck over here with Y/N. It’s like this totally fucked-up double date where L is dating Light and I’m with Y/N.” Misa glared at you, and it took everything in you to keep your expression stoic in return. “By the way, I don’t swing that way, so, like, if that’s what you were thinking-“

“Misa, shut up,” you cut her off harshly, gaze as stony as ever. Then you addressed both Misa and Light. “Listen, we get you’re uncomfortable, but you both understand the circumstances we’re in right now,” you told Misa sternly, also sending a look in Light’s direction. “This is only necessary.”

“Yeah, Misa, it’s probably best we not protest it,” Light agreed, gesturing towards you. “Obviously, we both know we aren’t Kira, but given the evidence, it’ll be difficult to change L’s mind about that fact.”

“Ugh, do we have to talk about that boring crap? Light, all we ever do is talk about Kira, Kira, Kira. Why can’t we talk about normal boyfriend and girlfriend stuff?” Misa whined petulantly, and despite the fact that this “date” had just started, you already found yourself wanting to absolutely deck Amane.

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, that’s all there is to talk about,” Light countered, sounding a little agitated. “Neither of us go to school anymore, and I’m very literally handcuffed to L.” He lifted his hand to indicate the chains around his wrist, raising an absent L’s hand in the air as well.

L was obviously thinking about other things, his dark eyes fixated on the slice of cake, adorned with a small red strawberry, sitting on the coffee table. “Are you going to eat that cake, Amane?” L inquired, pointing at the slice with his fork.

Misa glanced at the pastry disdainfully before rolling her eyes to the ceiling again. “No. Cake makes you fat. I’m not gonna eat it.”

“Well, I find that you don’t gain any weight as long as you burn it off with brainpower.”

Misa bristled. “Huh? So now you call me stupid?”

L shrugged and started to reach for the plate, but then a light appeared in Misa’s eyes and she leaned over and snatched the plate last minute. “Hold on. You can have the cake if you-“ Misa glared at you from the corner of her eye- “and Y/N promise to leave me and Light alone.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Even if we did do that, we’d still be watching on surveillance cameras.”

Misa whirled around to face you, cheeks red with fury and pink lips in a pout. “Well- then we’ll turn all the lights off and get under the bed covers! Right, Light?”

Light made a face. “Misa…”

“Infrared cameras exist, you know,” L replied vacantly, still focused on the cake.

Misa recoiled, sticking her tongue out as if she was a toddler. “Ewwww! You pervert! Will you just stop it with your creepy hobby?”

“You can call me whatever you like. Last chance for cake,” L announced, standing up and scooping the plate off of the table. Misa hmphed and turned her nose up.

There was silence for a little while- Misa fuming while L started on his cake, you and Light simply silent. But then Light spoke up, turning to look at L with a confused expression on his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” Light queried, tone a little bit accusing and making your focus shift to him instantly. “I thought moving here was supposed to help us to catch Kira. But since we’ve been here, you don’t seem all that motivated to me.”

L paused for a moment, swallowing a bite of cake and setting his fork down. “Hm. Not motivated…” He trailed off, in thought, before facing Light and replying, “You’re right- actually, I’m depressed.”

You almost flinched. With your status as L’s partner, you’d obviously noticed the shift in L’s overall mood, and you two had already had a very similar conversation to the one you believed L and Light were about to have. However- you knew for a fact that Light was bound to react a lot worse than you did.

Light, meanwhile, pressed on. “Depressed? What for?”

L dragged the fork along his teeth before glancing up at the ceiling and answering. “Well, he began dubiously, “briefly all this time I thought you were Kira, and my entire case hinged on that fact.” He sighed. “I guess I just can’t get pass the fact that my deduction was wrong. Although having said that, I’m still suspicious of you. That’s why we’re wearing these.” L lifted his arm that was attached to Light’s, making the handcuffs jingle. “And we also know that Kira can control people’s actions. Which means… it’s highly likely that Kira was controlling your actions so that I would suspect you. If I assume both you and Misa were being controlled by him, then everything we’ve observed so far makes a lot more sense to me.”

“So… if what you’re thinking is correct, that means Misa and I were Kira at one point, right?”

L glanced at Light sideways. “Yes. I don’t think we could have been wrong about that. The two of you are Kira.”

Both Light and Misa frowned, Misa pouting in a stubborn expression, but much to your relief, remaining silent.

L continued his monologue, although you could tell he was talking more to himself than to Light at this point. “If what I was thinking was correct, when your confinement began you were Kira. I don’t believe it’s coincidence that as soon as you were imprisoned, all the killings stopped. Until then, everything pointed to you being Kira. But after two weeks… criminals actually began dying again. Based on that evidence, I can only conclude that Kira’s power passes between people.”

Light’s expression softened, and he nodded thoughtfully. “That’s an interesting idea. But if it’s true,” he noted with a frown, “it’ll be nearly impossible for us to catch Kira.”

L nodded as well, staring straight ahead. “Yes. That’s why I’m overwhelmed. Even if we catch someone under his control, they are likely to lose their powers and any memory of their crimes. So in the end, pursuing them becomes futile.”

Light was quiet for a little bit. “But… at this point we have no way of knowing if that’s the case,” he offered halfheartedly. “So cheer up, would you?”

L? Cheer up? You almost couldn’t stifle your laugh.

L seemed surprised by this for a second, but shook his head slowly. “Cheer up? No. I’m sorry, I can’t. It’s probably better if I just stop trying so hard. By chasing Kira so desperately, we’re just putting our lives at risk for nothing.” Again, he twirled the fork around in his mouth, gaze directed at his feet. “Yes…it’s just a waste of time.”

There was more silence- but this time, you felt how tense it was rather than thoughtful, and you suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Then, Light: “Ryuzaki…”

“Hm?”

Your head snapped towards Light a split second too late. The next thing you heard was the sound of Light’s fist meeting L’s face- hard, and suddenly the two of them were flying- L backward and Light forward, unwillingly pulled along by the handcuffs that joined the two. Ryuzaki knocked into the table just before hitting the ground, and it flipped over, sending L’s unfinished slice of cake to the floor.

You and Misa both got to your feet abruptly, and you could hear Misa’s whimpers of disgust as she accidentally stepped in the smushed cake. Misa, however, was far from your concerns. “What the hell?” you demanded, eyes furiously darting from L on the ground to Light, bent over and breathing hard. “Light, what do you think you’re doing?!”

Light whirled around to face you. “What? You can’t tell me you wouldn’t do the same thing!” Then he turned back to glare daggers at L, whose eyes were wide with surprise and his hand cradling his cheek where Light had punched him. “That’s enough! You don’t feel like doing anything just because your genius deduction was wrong and I’m not Kira?!”

L stared up at Light, the look in his eyes unreadable. “Hm… perhaps I phrased that the wrong way. I meant that it would be pointless for us to make a move, so why even bother…”

Your face twisted with annoyance. Good grief. Couldn’t L see he was just adding fuel to the fire? Half the time you didn’t know if he was genuinely unaware of his actions or just doing it on purpose.

“Man, I didn’t think this date could possibly get any worse…” Misa whined from behind you, now wearing one sock because of the cakey mess on the other one.

“Misa, be quiet, for Christ’s sake,” you snapped, and Misa recoiled before eventually shutting up, plopping herself down on the couch and putting on a petulant pout. “You two- stop being ridiculous and get off the floor. Can’t you see this isn’t helping anything?”

L peered at you from behind Light’s angry form. “You know, Y/N is really right…”

“Don’t change the subject,” Light snapped. “If we don’t chase Kira, he’ll never be caught. Is that what you want? If you’re just gonna give up, then why did you involve all those innocent people? More importantly, what was the point of putting Misa and me behind bars?”

L mulled over this for a moment. “I understand. But still, whatever the reason…”

You knew exactly what was coming next when L slowly climbed off the ground, a dark twinkle in his eye. And he struck Light back, fist buried in his eye and eliciting a pained grunt from the student.

“An eye for an eye, my friend.”

Again, the two men flew- but now it was Light’s turn to fly backward and L forward, the handcuffs holding fast. They both hit the floor with a massive thud, and you knew without a doubt that the task force downstairs could hear you all now.

Why aren’t those idiots doing anything?

Misa let out another dismayed cry, and you finally decided you had to intervene. Before either one of them could land another blow, you got in between the two, preventing them from reaching each other.

“Are you both insane?” you snarled, giving both of them equally vaporizing glares. “What the hell are you fighting like some schoolyard children for? Can’t you see how idiotic the both of you look? Blindly swinging instead of effectively talking about this?”

The pair paused, seemingly taking your words into account, but stares still fixed intently on each other, and you knew they both were aching to swing again.

Finally, L spoke up, but it was directed at Light. “It’s not my deduction that was wrong,” he panted, eyes burning into Light’s. “The fact is, I can say that Light Yagami is Kira and Misa Amane is the second Kira. But it won’t be enough to solve the case. And that’s why I’m a little depressed. Is that so unreasonable?”

Light wasted no time retorting, “Yes. Yes, it is. Besides, you said it yourself. It is as if you won’t be satisfied unless I am Kira.”

L considered this, briefly averting his gaze from him. “Hmm…I won’t be satisfied unless you’re Kira.” Another lapse into silence. “Well… there may be some truth to that. In fact, now that you mention it… you’re right.” Now L’s stare were more piercing than ever. “I think I wanted you to be Kira.”

Before you could even blink, Light’s fist had slammed into L’s eye, but the detective seemed unfazed this time.

“As I said before, an eye for an eye,” he rasped. “I’m a lot stronger than I look, you know.” And he raised his fist to return the blow.

But now you’d had enough of watching these two grown men brawling like middle school kids. They’d ignored your previous words and warnings, but they would soon learn that that was a mistake.

So, as the two went flying into the wall yet again, you darted in between them at a speed you didn’t realize you were capable of, took hold of the handcuff chain, and just when Light moved to hit L again, you yanked as hard as you could on the cold metal chain. The combined force of your hand and the growing strain on the chain from Light and L jerking it around made it snap right in two, sending the detective and scholar positively soaring in opposite directions. Misa let out a shriek and rushed to Light’s side as he slammed into the floor with a very painful-sounding thump, but you didn’t move to help L when he barreled into the wall for what had to be the fifth time in the past ten minutes.

When the chaos finally settled, both men were still on the ground, wincing from their collective injuries and struggling to get up. One of the legs on the table that Light had rammed into was actually beginning to splinter, and the cake L had dropped earlier had made a big mess on the carpet what with Misa stepping on it and trailing it across the carpet. The wall L was flopped over against had a gaping hole where L’s head had hit, the cracks spreading from behind L’s hair like some twisted spider. And finally, there was you, standing exactly where you’d been standing with the severed chain dangling from your closed hand, staring at the metal like you yourself couldn’t believe what had just happened.

It was totally silent for at least five minutes straight. Nobody moved, taking in all that had just occurred and the damage in the room. But the awestruck silence was disrupted when the phone, which had slid off of the table near the spot where L was sprawled out now, rang.

At first, nobody moved to answer it. But when it kept ringing, L at last picked it up, holding it between his index finger and thumb like always.

“Hello?”

The voice from the phone was unclear from where you were, but you could tell it was Matsuda.

“Ryuzaki, I’ve got great news!” he chirped, his overly enthusiastic voice making you cringe slightly. “Misa-misa’s number one in “Eighteen" magazine’s reader popularity poll!”

Matsuda was usually too invested in totally useless things at totally inappropriate times, but this time you could see right through him. He’d heard the chaos going on upstairs and had wanted to try and de-escalate the situation, so here he was with this stupid stuff.

To yourself, you muttered, “Jesus Christ.”

L blinked at you and then blinked at the phone. “Ah. I see.”

“And get this- she’s gonna get a lead role in Nishinaka’s next movie!”

Light’s head popped over the toppled table, face bruised. “What was that?”

L promptly dropped the phone to the ground . “Matsuda’s acting stupid again.”

Light chuckled dryly. “Well… that is his specialty.”

Yet another moment of silence. Then, a tiny voice from the phone L hadn’t hung up properly: “I can hear you, you know.”

It had been several hours since the earlier incident, everyone from the task force having gone home and Misa sleeping in her hotel room. You and L were the only ones still awake, perched beside each other on the desk in front of the monitors; the normally bustling center of operations was now quiet and dark. Since you’d broken the handcuffs earlier and L had yet to replace them, you got to be alone with him for the first time in a while.

“You know,” L spoke up, breaking the calm silence, “I wasn’t expecting you to jump into me and Light’s brawl like that earlier.”

You gave L a look. “How could I not? You were both embarrassing yourselves. That was completely senseless behavior. I wasn’t expecting you to indulge Light’s impulsivity.”

L cocked his head at you a little questioningly. “You sound pretty ticked off.”

You blinked, realizing that he was right, and let out a long exhale. When you spoke again, your tone was softer, but your words were still harsh. “Being around Misa all day irritates me, anyway. You both acting like idiots didn’t really help my mood. And now we’ve got a busted-up hotel room with a hole in the wall and the broken table.”

L considered this, then nodded slowly. “Yes. That hurt, by the way.”

You let out a wry chuckle. “I bet.”

Neither of you spoke again for a little while- but you still felt L place his hand on your thigh.

“What are you doing?”

L’s eyes lifted to meet yours. “I figured you’d want to unwind a little. Is that alright?”

You paused for a moment. “Yes,” you replied airily, squirming just a little bit with your legs swinging from the table.

Nodding to himself, L moved his hand up your thigh, opting not to indulge in foreplay and teasing. Brazenly, he flipped up the lacy hem of the slip you’d put on to go to bed, and you felt a shiver go down your spine when his hand made direct contact with your skin. Carefully, he reached for your panties and tugged them out of his way before dipping two slender fingers in your rapidly dampening entrance, making your back arch slightly.

You bit your lower lip to stifle any sounds lest you two alert Watari, making the only audible noise in the room the wet sounds of L gently moving his fingers back and forth, slightly curled and brushing against your sweet spot. Despite your efforts to silence yourself, as he slowly picked up the pace and you neared your climax, a few breathy moans escaped your lips anyway, and you could feel the familiar heat building in your lower body and spreading across your face.

You allowed yourself a broken gasp when you came, a small amount of thin, sticky liquid flooding from your dripping hole and coating L’s fingers. His fingers slowed inside you, helping you make the most of your orgasm, and when you’d finally come down from your high he gingerly withdrew his fingers and watched the wetness pool beneath your slip and dampen your underwear. Then he promptly popped his index and middle fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirling around them and licking your taste from his skin.

After a minute or two L turned to look at you again. “Well, you look like you feel better.”

You instinctively dropped your eyes, uselessly fighting the color spreading across your cheeks. “I guess I do…”

L’s eyes were wide as he stared at you, his expression betraying nothing. “No matter how many times we do this, you’re always so flustered after you finish…”

You groaned and dropped your face into your hands, and L laughed.

[danmeiconfession]

I have to say, don't you guy find it very boring comparing SY to SJ.

They not even on the same wave length.

One is a rich young master from modern time who grow up with with a loving family plus its modern moral.

The other is an street rat in fantasy ancient China settings, who saw his big sister got sold to an old man, he himself got sold as slave, got abused daily. Even he thinks that his brother "betray him" and so on.

I found it kinda funny when fans say that he should have better.

Like honesty, he could have been much worse.

This always reminds me of the French revolution so some reason though.

It was when the nobles where healthy, full and rich and the commoner where poor, starving and dying . So they went to Marie-Antoinette

And she said : let them it cake.

And cake is more expensive than bread .

If it about the child abuse , I can understand. But sy is also guilty of it to.

I found it slightly weird that people just forgot the fact that sy attacked children with qi leaves . The modern equivalent is attacking secondary school children with throwing knifes.

He would have been arrested.

Then the next thing he did was baiting LQG to beat up children. I have seen people justify it by saying that it was teaching a lesson.

If sy was born and raised in ancient China, I would have understand but he a modern man. Godsake

He could have just ask LQG to control his desciple , and if he can't to that he could have just was YQY. They are many peaceful resolution for this problem . Or maybe have them repair the damages that they made.

Although all countries are different, but even my own country, which it very traditional and all , they most a punishment you can get is to have a flexible cane and be beaten on the hand (for girl) and the bum (for boys) . And even that is only 5 or less strokes .

The modern Times equivalent of what sy did is letting a world renowned WWE boxer deliberately fight a child.

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[sweetracha]

Boxer! AU Storyboard

RACHA BOXING GYM: RESPECT, HONOR, DIGNITY

Thank you @kaciidubs for the idea!

Christopher "Bang Chan" Bahng came from a rough family from the wrong side of the tracks. He was a troubled kid who learned it was easier to pick fights rather than make amends. Always having to be on the defense can do a lot to a child and not having a safe place to go most nights meant Chris got into his fair share of trouble. When the owner of RACHA gym found a young Chris bloody and bruised sleeping behind his studio, he took him in. The man was the closest thing Christopher ever had to a father. He raised him in the studio and rewrote the whole world. Chris easily became the best fighter in the league. Every match he remembered the lessons his father figure had taught him; "Boys fight with anger, Men fight with dignity". This became the motto painted right above the door at what was now Chan's gym. He was heartbroken after the untimely death of his guidance, he took out all his anger on the punching bag that mocked him. Sadly, one missed swing landed Christopher's fist into the wall, shattering the bones in his hand. Unable to box Chan found another way to honor his father's legacy, he would run RACHA gym the way it was meant to be. Respect, Honor, and, Dignity.

Minho was an active child who tried every sport at least once, except one. He would beg his parents to let him box after seeing a movie his grandpa snuck in. Min would be told no over and over again. That didn't stop him, however, nor did it stop his grandpa. Every day after school when he would go to his grandfather's house, the two would watch old wrestling and boxing clips on black and white VHS. Minho loved it. He would go to bed and dream about his name in lights and fans cheering him on. Where his parents saw violence, he saw art. And where they saw brain-dead meatheads, Minho saw geniuses. He studied each play on a loop until he could accurately predict what came next. When other kids were out playing, he was calculating hitboxes and wingspan. He would tell you by one look if you were a swarmer, out-boxer, slugger, or box-puncher. At the age of 10, his grandfather enrolled him in private boxing lessons out of his garage and soon enough Minho was fighting in underground matches. Was it entirely legal? no. Was his grandpa and him making money off of his winning bets? hell yes. The original owner of RACHA Gym witnesses the illegal betting during a match between Minho and Chan. He agreed to not say anything under one condition, Lee Know would fight under the RACHA name. Years later, Lee Know has become one of the biggest names in boxing, fighting with his grandpa's name tattooed on his knuckles. He even has a student of his own, a popular boy named Hyunjin.

As soon as anyone saw him, they knew Changbin was a fighter. As soon as he was able to stand on his own two feet, he was in the ring. The Seo family was synonymous with the boxing world. With a legacy that large, disappointment was sure to follow. Binnie was a relatively scrawny child who hardly packed a punch. Thus Changbin was thrown out of the family light, favor was instead she'd on his brothers and cousins. He did everything in his power to gain the respect he could but he could see his light fading out. He put all his anger, frustration, and loneliness into boxing. When he wasn't at work he was at the RACHA gym, putting his life into the ring. Changbin and Chan grew up almost as brothers. They two protected each other and cared for one another. Where Chan showed Changbin's company, Binnie showed Christopher's strength. Before long Bin became the most feared fighter in the ring, known for swinging first and thinking second. However, the boys all know he is a softy at heart. He just doesn't hope the new kid, Seungmin, doesn't find out.

Hyunjin was as far as you could get from dirt and grime. He has never had to feel the grit rubbed into his wounds or a fist to an open jaw like so many others had. No, Jinnie was a pretty boy from a rich family. He only knew glitz and glamor. Where others built their paths, he was carried along his. That's what he disliked the most. He wasn't an individual, a personality, a body, or even a thought. Hyunjin was an image, a figurehead, a puppet to be played for the entertainment of other rich snobs. He wanted more out of his life, he was filled with rage and no outlet. His blow-up was a public affair. Hyunjin didn't mean to beat the living hell out of his brother-in-law but if you push one too many buttons, something is bound to happen. However, sometimes curses can become blessings, especially if the new owner of an award-winning boxing studio catches wind of your actions. Chan brought in the ball of fire much to the complaints of the other boys. They hated how he got to walk in and be a fighter. But then Hyunjin lost match, after match, after match. Soon enough that ego whittled down. Hyunjin learned this was an art rather than an impulse. Adrenalin only gets you so far. It usually winds you up in the medic chair being worked on by the sweet young nursing student. It also makes you look into the disappointed eyes of your master, Minho.

Han was not a name anyone knew in boxing. J-one was barely even remembered past amateur matches. He was decent, maybe even a little more than that. Han has the techniques, the skills, the body, and even the support. What he lacked was the motivation. There was no drive for Jisung to fight, he didn't see the point. Chan was his best friend, the two did everything together. Han followed Chan like his personal cheerleader and in return Chan kept him safe. Jisung was easily the butt of everyone's aggression. He was small and lacked a bite. Chan thought he knew what he was doing when he enrolled his best friend at the studio. How could Han say no when Christopher had done so much for him? When Han began to lose his matches, Chan was convinced it was because the boy needed to work harder, so he pushed. This put a tear in their relationship. Han loved and hated Christopher at the same time, he couldn't see that he was treating Han the same way everyone else did. After a pretty brutal match was lost, small sniffles could be heard from the supplies room. Minho was shocked to see the crying boy behind some old equipment. That's when it all hit, Han was losing these matches on purpose. Minho wasn't the best at comfort but he tried. Chan's heart broke when he learned the news, immediately pulling Han's name from the roster. Han still hangs around the studio every day, helping out in little ways. He wants to support his friends, not fight them.

Felix was a medical student looking for some work after graduation. The hospital was great work and gave good pay but something about it didn't click for Felix. He had always been someone who made close attachments, too close some may say. He was an empath to the description. Seeing patients come and go, never being able to care for them in the personal way they needed hurt Felix. Not knowing if they were recovering well kept him up at night. He wanted to take care of people, not treat them. Felix managed to get some odd jobs here and there but his favorite was working for an old boxing master. The man would tell stories of his glory days and how he was to leave his studio to his only son. Felix cared for the man every day and soon the two gained a special bond. When he passed away, Felix cried for hours. He worried about Chan and how he was handling the loss. Lix walked in right as Christopher's hand met the stone wall. Nothing mattered more than Chan at that moment, as Felix began to care for him right away. Lix knew it was bad, that Chan would probably never fight again. Chris said the only thing that made him feel okay in that moment was the sunshine smile Felix gave him. The two knew they were connected for life now, they may have lost someone close to them, but they gained someone who would become even closer. Felix enjoyed being the medic around the studio. The pay was awful and the boys always smelled like they needed a shower a week ago. But that didn't matter to him, Felix had his boys to take care of.

Seungmin was the newest fighter for RACHA, finally graduating from Chan's apprenticeship. Eager was an understatement. Minnie wanted a piece of the action, he could taste competition on his tongue. His fingers twitched and he could never stay still. He wanted to prove himself, he needed to prove himself. Not to his family or friends, not even to a puppy dog crush. Rather he needed to prove it to himself. He needed to know he could stand on his own and be the best. He trained for this, he studied for this, he lived for this. Seungmin was so sure he was going to become Minho's student. The two fought in similar styles. Seungmin remembered skipping classes to watch his idol fight. He kept a journal of every one of Lee Know's matches, connecting the dots just like Minho had said to do in interviews. So when he walked in to see Hyunjin with Minho, he was confused. Who would be his master if it wasn't the infamous Lee Know? Enter Seo Changbin. Bin knew he wasn't Seungmin's first choice but Chan knew what he was doing. The fireball needed someone to tame him and the enthusiast needed someone to bring him to reality. Minnie may never admit it, but he is glad he had Changbin.

Jeongin was a newborn baby in the world of boxing. Once Seungmin had been promoted upwards, Chan needed a new apprentice. When Innie walked in looking for a summer activity, Christopher's heart melted. He saw in Jeongin what his master saw in him. Chan knew he could be that guidance for Jeongin. His boxing name came rather fast after the boys struggled to remember his actual name. Finally when looking at Felix's medical notes he saw the name I.N. and it stuck. While Jeongin appreciated having a place that kept him out of bad crowds, there was a lot less fighting than he would have liked. Instead, he was stuck watching and learning, feeling like he was in school all over again. Minho would teach him lessons in predictions and stats. Changbin was tasked with correcting the kid's form and stance. Chan taught him the values of boxing. Even Hyunjin and Seungmin stepped in to give their insights. Though most days dragged on, Innie always found himself coming back. Something about it all was so addicting. Chan could see the spark behind his eyes when he landed a hit just right or dodged one of Han's swings. Chan had decided that Jeongin would become his one and only student.

The Sweetest Batch: @goblinracha, @xx3rachaslutxx, @j-onedrabbles, @lixiesweetbrownie, @marrivmel,@lyramundana, @lixiestarryhallows, @raaaaaaahhhh

[lazzarella]

Back again with my Wandee Goodday weekly rambling! I will say that, while I'm still adoring it, the editing is starting to feel weird? Like, I know there's not a cut and an uncut version but sometimes it feels like it.

But! I'm also the kind of person who can nitpick something I love to death, so I'm not going to do that because I'm trying to ~ac-cen-tchu-ate the positive as Mr Mercer wrote. And, like, I'm just here to see two beautiful idiots fall in love XD Anyway! Here we go:

- Dee going straight for the necklace! XD

- HAND HOLDING SHOT!!! Will never get enough of those!

- Love that they don't talk >:) (No, really, I'm not being sarcastic lol I love it haha)

- Aww, I want to know what the souvenir is!!

- Love their apologies! I especially love that he said he'd have let Yak beat Ter up if he wasn't a doctor 🤣

- Seriously, though, his apology made sense! I'm totally extrapolating(?) here but I almost feel like he didn't know why he acted the way he did in the moment

- Okay, kissing only once is silly 🤣 but I'm here for silly! And he did say Yak has to learn to wait, which must mean he does plan on kissing him again. At some point. I can just FEEL Kao's long suffering BFF senses tingling however many apartments away haha

- (I weirdly love being frustrated by shows I love??? Just me??)

- Awww! Love the scene with Yak and Yei <33

- Dee didn't feed him?? Tut tut, doctor! Not taking proper care of your boxer guy

- "Let's pound" uh, sure... But right in front of everyone? 🤣

- Lmaooooo, Cher! I love him! Telling Dee the necklace suits him better haha. I love the way that he and Yei have just accepted Dee into the fold and omg they don't know it's "fake" do they??? I would love to see their reactions

- I loved the whole som tam scene

- Hm. I guess Taem *does* like Yak then? Not really keen on that, but I'll just go wherever the show takes me, IDC

- Yak getting horny watching the others get oil massages lmao love that they used that 'o yeah' sound bite

- (actually, there's a bit in one of the songs that sounds like part of O Yeah by Yello)

- but he got his oil massage!! Dee is doing a thorough job

- Ahhh, Yak asking Yei about the consequences of him losing the fight!!! He looks so young there D: and I'm glad Dee asked some stuff, too!

- Okay, but what is UP with the Nazgûl dude???

- Dee knows Yak's lying!!

- ...wait, how does Dee know about the hallucinations to tell Kao? (Is it really a hallucination when you're asleep? Is that not just a dream? I'm guessing this is a translation thing though) Like, I can infer Yak told him at some point, but it feels like a weird choice to not show that. Whatever, I'm not going to think too hard about it

- Boo, Ter!!

- "No because I must bring my special someone" is the best response to Kwan asking if Dee was asking Ter out! Lmaooo (I paraphrased a bit I think)

- Okay, it's so funny that Dee knows Yak is his special someone and that's why he's asking him, and he's happy to let Kwan and Ter and whoever assume that, but he won't tell Yak 🤣

- "Just one more time" ??? One more time for what? Maybe I should stop watching this when it drops because I'm always half asleep by then lol

- Whatever Yak says about it would be nice to have someone cook for him every day and Dee's desperate 'oh pleeeease let it be meeeee' kinda look lol

- Costume time!!! They looked soooo good in the first ones (I don't know if they're specific characters or just traditional)

- I love how grandma describes dancing but I didn't note it down. Oops! It was lovely, though! And very true—you have to be in sync with your dance partner and you have to give and take equally, otherwise it's not going to work and you may hurt yourself or the other person

- Lmao, they're still pretending! So silly after the kiss and I LOVE IT! XD this is what happens when you don't talk. Please keep it up! lolll

- Tbh, I think Dee's equally afraid if he tells Yak how he feels he'll disappear now (he probably has abandonment issues, I get it! He said that thing about presents making him feel like he hadn't been forgotten about a child, so yeah...)

- Product placement time! There hasn't been much though

- Ooh, they're gonna get married :D

- Aww, that was a really sweet proposal!

- Thor is so much bigger than Fluke... Just needed to make a note of that lol

- More product placement!

- Dee! How are you going to feed your boxer man every day when you only have neatly arranged cartons of soy milk and a bowl of apples in your fridge??

- YAY ANOTHER HAIR DRYING SCENE!!! But this time with a hairdryer!!

- I knew Taem would be the reason Yak wasn't at the ball in the previews!

- gee, there aren't many people at the ball

- FUCK. OFF. TER!!

- Yak is going to rock up at the very last second...

- ngl, I thought Taem was into Ohm as well!

- Just say no, Dee! Just say no!

- I mean, that's a pretty good speech, pity who it's coming from lol

- Phew! He pushed him away! I knew he would, but still

- Yesssss! I actually fist pumped at Dee telling Ter he wouldn't be a good dance partner and that HE'S TOO VANILLA bahahahaha

- He was very gracious about it, too, which makes it even better

- Ooh, Ter's crying! Tbh, I'd feel bad for him if he wasn't a manipulative jerk XD he cries pretty, though

- Poor Dr Kwan!

- Dee waiting for Yak is breaking my heart!! Come onnnnn, Yak!

- YES!!! THERE HE IS! Cinderelly, you shall go to the ball! (IDK...)

- "My prince!" (x 2) Ahhhhhh!!!!!!! MY HEART!

- This is the most awkward dance routine lmao I kinda love it

- Ooh! Slow dance time!

- I THINK I LOVE YOU!

- (So what am I so afraid of, I'm afraid that there's no cure for, a love that I'm not sure of... Uh, ahem, where was I?)

- I think my whole heart leapt into my throat!! That was NOT what I was expecting at all and ahhhhhhhhh it was perfect! And Dee's happy little face!!!!! He's so amazed and happy and ahhhhh I don't want to wait seven days to see what happens next!!

-Also was that a new sing playing in that scene or something that already exists? Kinda sounded like Inn singing but idk

- Okay, but I am SO here for Yak trying to woo Dee next week lol like, he so doesn't have to, but I would definitely want to let the handsome man woo me for a little while too XD

- (I bet when Dee says enough and Yak's little face drops, it's going to be when he says the thing about loving Yak for who he is maybe, but IDK, I could be very wrong)

- Anyway. I THINK I LOVE YOU! Yesssss! Yak was so brave!! <333

[happiest-hotch]

since you are amazingly thorough at expanding the backstory of reid, i'd love to hear some headcanons you have about hotch. what was he like in high school, college, law school? what do you think his life looked like after leaving the bau and once jack got to his teenage years? what do you think he'd be like in a second marriage? i love hotch and I think you''re great at like adding so many details to these characters that I've never thought about. thank you for answering! ps. does hotch wear boxers or briefs lol

i love stuff like this, i'm so glad you asked me to do this. also, i went right back to his childhood

CHILDHOOD

It's never mentioned where he grew up, just that his mom was from Manassas and went to college there. However, I have my own little theory. His dad was very abusive, likely to his mom as well, (mentioned in 1x08), and one thing that abusers often do is isolate their victims. If his mom didn't go far for college, she would have had family in Virginia, so I think his dad would have moved them away from people they knew who could have potentially helped Mrs Hotchner get away from her husband. I think they moved specifically to Seattle but I'll come back to why later.

In terms of personality, I think he was probably very smart, but more of a depressing wise-beyond-his-years type of smart and knew things he shouldn't know, probably very mature, well-mannered, and overly willing to please. He got a sense of right and wrong very early on and saw a lot of hypocrisy with how his family presented themselves, eg. his dad being a prominent lawyer, vs how they really were. This is based on what he also speculates in his interview with Vincent (1x08) that he (or they) learned to smile despite the abuse and how a house can look happy from the outside while being violent.

BOARDING SCHOOL

He and Sean aren't close because they didn't spend time together growing up since Hotch went to boarding school when Sean was still young. I think Hotch was sent to boarding school because he hit his father back based on what he also says to Vincent in 1x08: "you probably thought 'one day, one day when I'm big enough'" about fighting back. It sounds very self-reflective, so I think Hotch reaches the age of 13/14, and he decides he's big enough to take on his father, Mr Hotchner obviously doesn't like it, so he sends Hotch away. Then Mrs Hotchner persuaded him to send Hotch to boarding school in DC/Virginia where her family would be near him. I think this because he met Haley at high school (1x22) and Haley's father owned a store in DC (10x20) so it figures she went to school there.

I still think he was a rule follower, fearing his father and Hotch knew he could not share what happened to him, but it was an escape from his home life. He got to form relationships without his father knowing, and I think he had lots of friends, probably a lot from Haley's friend group as well. Also very self-sufficient, mature, intelligent, and determined.

COLLEGE

In my mind, his dad died in Hotch's freshman or sophomore year of college, since it's mentioned (in 1x16) that Sean was young when it happened. And I think it fucked him up a lot, like quarter-life-crisis level. This is where I could see him going a bit crazy, breaking up with Haley, underage drinking, a lot of hookups. Basically, just him using typical college behavior to be self-destructive. His relationship with his mom is really strained because he can't understand why she never left (and he doesn't until he's in the BAU), and he's jealous of Sean who didn't have to deal with any/as much abuse.

I think he was naturally smart so he didn't work any harder than he had to which makes him a little arrogant but in an attractive way. Also, he definitely has a trust fund or inheritance

LAW SCHOOL

the same as college really. i love the idea of him being a bit of a player and during his work with the BAU, he sees someone who knew him back then and they're so confused because he's all official and he used to be so laid-back but they just make a silent agreement to not talk about it

at some point, he starts taking things seriously, maybe when he got back together with Haley. and then they're really happy and in love <3333

LAWYER/SEATTLE FBI YEARS

i don't think it's mentioned where he was a prosecutor but he was in the FBI Seattle division afterward, and this is where my theory about him growing up in Seattle comes from because why would he pick Seattle to go to? It's a nice city but it's a big move from DC and GWU where he went to school. It's the type of move you might make if your mother and younger brother who's acting out live there. Also because at this point, he would know more about why abused women don't leave so he wants to heal his relationship with her

WITSEC

this always makes me so sad because did anyone tell Jess? Jack's friends? what about Roy, did he forget Jack ever existed? and Sean, did he just think Aaron got sick of his poor decisions and decided to cut him off completely???? someone tell me because i cannot cope. I don't think they were kept around the DMV like Haley was, and I doubt they went to Florida because Peter Lewis is from Jacksonville. I think they would move to the suburbs somewhere rather than a city center because they'd fit in with the general demographic and if they moved to a small town, it might be more suspicious. I don't think they'd place them in Virginia, Florida, Texas, New York, Chicago area, Arizona, Pennsylvania, Maryland, or California as there was a large concentration of cases there.

i don't think he had a job while in WITSEC, especially not if they were using aliases because then more people would have to keep his identity a secret, but even if he was allowed to use his real name, he can't exactly have a potential employer calling emily and asking for a reference and saying where they're calling from. Which would be a very good thing because Jack's at that age when he probably needs more support, especially after his fucked-up childhood, he'd love to be his dad's number 1 priority for once

POST-WITSEC

I think they stay living in the same area because Jack would have made friends, and hopefully, Hotch knows better than get a time-consuming job, but he'd go crazy with nothing to do so maybe he practices law again but with reduced hours but he could also lecture so he's able to go to all of Jack's soccer and do the dad stuff he didn't have as much time to do when he was in the FBI. I also think they travel a lot because Hotch mentions that he didn't travel with Jack when he was little so they'd do that during the summer

I like the idea of him meeting someone while he's in WITSEC and he seems really closed off so there's lots of pinning because he doesn't want to get her involved in something and he's having bad Haley flashbacks. then he can finally tell her everything when Scratch is dead. i think he'd be a lot more interested in getting remarried knowing that he doesn't work in a dangerous job that could put her in jeopardy and since his first marriage failed due to his absence, he's much more present

the boxers or briefs debate has been settled with this one photo

[sukipershipper]

Forgive and Forget...?

The former champion slammed his locker door shut, almost breaking it off its hinges and echoing throughout the locker room. He leaned his body against the locker and stared down at the floor. Tears stung his eyes as he held back angry sobs, only able to let out dry and heavy huffs. This couldn’t have just happened. He couldn’t have just lost his title! The one he had worked so hard for all those years. 

He couldn’t go back home like this. Empty handed. A nothing. A husk…what would his family think? That he lost all of his hard work, That he had failed in pursuit of his goal he boasted of with such pride…That his father was right…

What would Carmen think? What should she think of him now that she knew he was lying? 

He remembered what Tiger had screamed at him, during the fight that ended it all. He remembered seeing the pained and saddened face of Bear watching in the background while protecting a confused and slightly dazed Hondo on the floor. He remembered the growl in Tiger’s voice, how his eyes and gem glowed ever so slightly the angrier he got.

He remembered the scathing words Tiger had left with him, now imprinted in his mind. 

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I EVER FELT BAD FOR YOU! I HOPE YOU REALLY DO END UP LOSING, I HOPE YOU LOSE AND YOUR WHOLE PLAN BLOWS UP IN YOUR SELFISH FACE. I HOPE YOU LOSE AND THEN MAYBE YOU’LL REALIZE HOW ALONE YOU’VE JUST MADE YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU DON’T DESERVE ANYONE…NOT ANYMORE!!”

He shivered at the thought, knowing he was right. His anger had isolated him from his family, his jealousy tore him away from his friends and now his dishonesty was going to tear him from the woman he so desperately thought to keep…

He truly was all alone now.

He brought his hand up and clasped it over his mouth, trying in vain to muffle the sobs that escaped from his mouth. Alas, it wasn’t enough to hide them from a young boxer’s curious ears. 

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Mac had tried to dip away from the press and the overbearing support he was getting from his former opponents and friends on the side. Hell, even Doc’s affirmations were beginning to drive the boy a little nuts, despite how much he loved them. After this much attention, he began to feel quite overwhelmed, so he found himself making up an excuse to go and grab his gear from the locker rooms when he heard a loud slam coming from inside. 

He carefully made his way in, ears drawn to the sound of faint sobs and heavy breathing. He peeked around the corner to see his previous opponent leaning against the lockers, his whole body trembling. Mac’s eyes widened at the sight. Just before he had been fighting this man, he was proud, strong, he didn’t look like he had a fear in the world.

But looking at him now? This…this couldn’t be the same man.

Mac knew the guy was full of himself. He had heard many of the other Major Circuit fighters tell him about Don’s outbursts and cocky nature. He had witnessed a lot of it for himself in the ring…but a part of him didn’t want to leave him like this. He knew that it was going to be a lost cause, but he wanted to at least try.

He made his way around the corner, shuffling his feet slightly before wincing and announcing his presence. A bad idea as Don almost immediately turned around and nearly hooked him. Mac swiftly dodged the attack and his opponent’s fist instead collided with one of the locker doors. Don winced in pain as he growled at Mac, eyes red and flared as he glared at the boy. 

“¡Hijo de puta! ¿Qué demonios estás haciendo, chico?” he spoke through gritted teeth. Mac put his hands up defensively, “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you…I…I just-” he began to explain before he was sharply cut off by Don.

“I don’t care! Leave me alone!” he yelled, turning away, “You’ve already ruined my life…what else do you hope to gain!?” 

“Ruined your…I’m sorry, I’m confused…” Mac said, caught off guard by Don’s words. He carefully approached the Spaniard, though still kept some distance between them in case Don chose to strike again. Don sighed, slumping back against the lockers and sliding downwards, his knees brought to his face as he tried to hide away from the boy. “Just…leave me alone…” he said, defeatedly. 

Mac shook his head, “Not until I learn what’s up with you…” he said, sitting down on the floor next to the other, crossing his legs and looking at Don with visible concern. Don didn't look back.

"Look, I came in here to check on ya…I-I don't wanna start any trouble…" Mac explained. Don scoffed at the comment, causing Mac's eyebrows to furrow. "Hey, I know we aren't on great terms but that's no excuse to lash out at your friends!" He exclaimed, "Don't think I didn't hear that scrap you had with the others earlier-"

"You know NOTHING of what happened there!"

"I know enough to know you were acting like a dickhead and now you've gone and lost your friends-"

Don slammed his fist against the locker and grabbed the boy by his collar, screaming "YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW THAT!?" He said, tears stinging his eyes once again.

"I HAVE NO ONE, NO FRIENDS, NO FAMILY, NO LOVE, I LOST IT ALL TONIGHT!!" He cried through sobs, "I CAME TO THIS PLACE TO MAKE MYSELF, TO PROVE TO MY FAMILY I COULD BE MORE…MORE THAN JUST…A dumb little matador who just feels like he's…nobody…" Don felt tears pour from his eyes as he loosened his grip on Mac's collar and leaned his head up against the lockers. Mac gently moved Don's hand off his shirt and leaned in to give the Spaniard a slightly awkward hug. 

It was like the hug your sibling would give you if you had gotten in trouble from your parents. Awkward and stiff, but admittedly comforting.

Even after everything, the minute Don felt Mac lean against him, he slowly brought his hand upwards and onto the boy's head, bringing him closer. 

Mac could feel Don's heart pounding against his chest, the way it moved as he took sharp breaths to try and calm himself down. Mac simply sat there, wrapping his arm as best as he could around Don. 

Don sniffled before looking down at the boy. "I-I'm…I'm so s-sorry, niño…" He said through his tears, "Lo siento por todo... N-No quería…"  He paused, shaking his head, "I just…wanted to prove I could be more…I wanted so badly to prove my dad wrong…he told me…Tú no eres nada…he called me nothing…"

Mac's eyes softened as he looked up at the older man. His heart hurt hearing that. How could someone call their own child nothing?

"That was when I told him I would take on boxing…almost five years ago now he had disowned me and…I had made my way to America with Mi abuelo…" Don continued, "...the people I had met here…my friends in the Major Circuit…Hugger gave me food, Tiger gave me a room…they took me in…they made me Don Flamenco…they gave me so much hope…so much drive!...I had never felt so happy, so satisfied a-and proud of my achievement!"

The older boxer sighed, looking upwards at the ceiling. "They gave me everything…and I turned my back on them…all because of…of a hairline and a record…" Don said through gritted teeth. Mac didn't say anything, he only continued to look upwards in thought.

There was quite a lot to unpack here. He had known Don's home life wasn't spectacular-- he'd heard of it through Aran though so he did take it with a grain of salt-- but hearing this now, what he went through, what he was called…it didn't excuse any of what he did but it definitely opened Mac's eyes to why.

He sighed, Mac parted away from the hug and cleared his throat. "Don," he began, grabbing the Spaniards attention, "Look…I…I can't excuse what you did…it's obviously something that you need to be held accountable for…"

Don sighed, nodding in agreement. "I know…" He mumbled. Mac hummed, "...however…I can't fault you for feeling like everything you worked hard for was coming undone…" He explained, "...you obviously know failure…and you're scared…scared of failing again…"

Don looked at the boy with widened eyes. He had never expected to hear such words from a boy his age…Doc obviously taught him that. 

"You don't want to fail again, so anytime you feel close to falling you lash out and bring others down to make you feel…some sense of power…make yourself feel like you are perfect…but all you do is lose who you really are…why you really do what you do…"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the goal for all of us in the beginning is to prove our worth to the world…" Mac explained, "...to show we are worthy to fight…but the longer we work here the more we find that our goal can…change…and it's no longer to prove our worth to the world…but to ourselves…make new goals…new paths…"

"Psh, it's easy for you" Don scoffed, "You're still young! You have all the time left in the world! I’m 23 and I still don’t have my shit figured out!...” 

The older boxer scanned the younger one up and down. He gave a quick hum and turned away. “Eres un niño pequeño... no sabes lo que es tener el peso de tu mundo y de tu hogar sobre tus hombros…” he said, “...You don’t know the pressure WE have…us who grow up knowing nothing but perfection…setting a precedent…an example!...”

“Better to grow up knowing A life surrounded by SOMETHING than having nothing at all…”

“...Yeah…I know…”

The room fell silent for a while as the two boxers leaned back against the lockers. Mac looked slightly towards the older one. His eyes showed someone who was truly on his last legs, or as Don himself put it before: alone. 

It hurt Mac seeing this and despite the hostility earlier, he knew Don was hurting as well. The younger one wanted to help but as he went to speak, he turned his eyes upwards to the clock hanging on the wall just opposite to where they sat. It was getting late and Doc was probably gonna be looking for him. He had heard the man once joke about sending a search and rescue squad out for him but honestly, he did believe it to some extent. However, as much as he knew he should go, part of him wanted to stay behind and continue comforting his opponent. 

He started shuffling ever so slightly to let Don know he was getting up to leave. The other boxer only glanced at him with a saddened expression and huffed. “...Just go, Mac…I know you want to…” he said. Mac shook his head, “N-no, please don’t take it like-”

“It’s fine…” Don interrupted, “You’ve been good company for me…even after all that I said and did…” he turned finally to look at the boy, his eyes red from tears, his cheeks stained black from the mascara, and his lips turned into a small smile. Mac stared in surprise before his lips curled upwards into a grin, putting his hand out for the other to shake. Don didn’t move but soon he brought his hand outwards to meet the boys, firmly grasping it on his own and shaking it up and down.

Mac stood up to leave, just as the locker room door opened and footsteps echoed across the floor. He quickly looked to his locker, putting in his combination and quickly opening it, grabbing his bag before he locked it again. In good time, as he saw the two oldest of the Major Circuit make their way in.

“Hey, Macky,” Bear Hugger began, his voice low and quiet, “Mind if we get a few minutes alone with Donny ‘ere? Yer old man is looking for ya anyhow, best go check on him, eh?” he asked with a small smile. Mac nodded, turning back to look at Don who didn’t dare to look at the newcomers, his eyes instead turned away in embarrassment and shame as he continued to gaze at the floor beside him. The young boy sighed, “Please,” he whispered, “Go easy on him”

“We make no promises…” Tiger said bluntly, resulting in a light nudge from Bear.

Don didn’t respond. 

Mac went to leave, but before he turned the corner he quickly called back to Don. “Hey, Flamenco!” he called, causing Don to finally turn his attention from the floor to the young boy. “Thank you for the match, I’m really honored to have fought alongside you…” he said, smiling at the Spaniard. Don slowly smiled back, saluting the boy as he spoke “...y lo mismo aquí, gracias por una lucha maravillosa…hermano…”

With that, Mac stepped out of the locker room, bag slung over his back and walking towards the exit where he saw Doc waiting, Disco stood beside him along with…a gangly looking red headed man? Who seemed to laugh maliciously as he saw him approach…

-----

Don simply sat on the floor, staring at his…ex-friends…

In his mind, he tried to think of the words to say. Something, anything that could fix what he had done…nothing more could come to mind but a simple ‘sorry’...it wasn’t good enough…it would never be good enough…not for what he put them through this whole time…

The older two watched as Don slowly rose from the ground. He held his elbows in his hands and stared at the three with woeful eyes. “Look,” he began, “I…” he trailed off, thinking of the best way to word what he wanted to say. “Words…words cannot express the sorrow and regret I feel right now…I know I don’t deserve your pity…but you absolutely deserve my apologies…” he said in a meek voice. 

“I never meant to drag my problem out this much…I never meant to cause this much harm to any of you!” He admitted, his voice raising ever so slightly. “I don’t expect you to forgive me or even talk to me anymore…I am not deserving of your friendship…but just know that…I am sorry, and I am going to change…I’m just upset it took me so long to admit it…”

At that moment, the world stood still. Don looked between the three men, who all shared their own looks of skepticism and pondered their next move. Luckily, the world began to speed up once again as Bear began to advance towards Don. The younger boy involuntarily flinched, wanting to recoil but found himself being swept into a hug, Bear Hugger’s arms pulling him in close. Don stood in shock as he tried to process what was happening. 

“E…Ellie?” he asked quietly, his voice like a whisper. Bear only hugged him more, sniffling with a smile as he whispered back “It’s okay…”

Don’s eyes widened and his face lit up as he heard those words, watching as Tiger soon came around the other side to hug him, “...just happy you finally found some sense” he joked as he parted from the hug and held Don’s head in his hand. Don took a moment, staring at the two in disbelief. As he stood there, his feelings soon overwhelmed him.

His cheeks became flushed as his body began to shudder and he leaned inwards to Tiger’s shoulder. “I-I’m so so-o-orry…!” he cried as he tried to hug the two, “I-I never m-meant to…oh god…!” he cried, his voice choked and quiet. “Hey, hey, hey,” Bear said, lifting the younger man’s head up with his hand, “We already forgave you…” he said softly, “...even Haru does…”

Tiger nodded profusely, “And we should’ve been a little more understanding…I-I didn’t mean to say what I said…you don’t deserve to be alone…no one ever does! I just-”

“No, no, you had every right to say what you did…I was horrible…my past does not excuse my actions and behavior in the present…but I really do mean it, I am going to work to be better…I realize my path now…” Don interrupted, smiling at the older two with gratitude. “...Thank you two…for being by me…despite everything I did…”

“We all have regrets kid…but we’re here for you, no matter what…” Bear said, tightening his embrace around the spaniard. Tiger did the same, hugging Don from the back, “...and we love you, little brother…we love you…”

Don gave a soft chuckle as he smiled, resting in the warm embrace of his friends. 

“I love you too…”

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Soothing Resolution (One-Shot)

Elvis Presley x Black!Reader (Can be imagined as Austin!Elvis also!)

Note: So, I was just free writing, and this came to mind and the song that played in my playlist was Long Walk by Jill Scott but slowed when the idea formed if you wanna listen while you read! Hope you like!!

Soothing Each Other

by J

      There was so much running through their minds. So many stressors, worries, doubts and other things. She knew she could handle it. She’s handled so much as a young girl, what was a few more issues. He was used to being the rock for everyone, providing what was needed, disregarding his own needs. As they sat across from one another, both heaving as they try to catch their breath from yelling at each other. As they lock eyes, they both feel one thing overpowering their angered states: Lust. Pulling each other close their lips clash in a fierce dance, every emotion they’ve felt for the past month showing in said kiss.

      “This doesn’t make up for what you said.” She says in a breathless tone as they pull apart. He makes a shush noise and walks her backwards until she falls back on their bed. As he looked at her, he couldn't help but think she was beautiful. Her skin seemed to have an angelic glow as the sun from their window hit her brown skin.

      “Always so angry. Never wanting to listen.” He groans as he pins her down. “I’m going to make you listen to me.” He grunts as she bucks her hips up to his. As he hikes up her dress, she feels her breath catch as her womanly parts start to make her feel a fever, she knew only he could sate. His lips trail down her neck leaving hickeys in his descent. She helps him shimmy out of his slacks and boxers his length already ready for her.

      “You think you can.” Is all she can say before closing her eyes and throwing her head back. The way he filled her was always as if it were her first.

      “Clearly I can.” He sasses as he pushes deeper, causing her to moan and open her eyes. They both are slowly reaching a bliss they knew wouldn’t last but, in that moment, it felt like it would last for all of eternity. As soon as he began to pick up his pace and setting a rhythm that left her legs shaking, she held on to him, bracing herself as they both got lost in the pleasure of it all.

      “Fuck I can’t. I’m gonna...” she whines as she felt the familiar feeling hitting her body like a freight train. “Please don’t stop.” She begged. She needed this, craved it more than any other form of sustenance.

      “I got you mama. Let go for me.” He coos edging her on. As she felt her release wash over her like a flood, she began to cry out as he kept on, chasing his own high. She was going to be overstimulated by the time this was over, but she didn’t care. This was purely one was they resolved arguments, and she reveled in it. “Fuck satnin, I’m close.” He groans, burying his head in the side of her neck, thrusts getting sloppy as he feels his own high coming.

      “Cum for me baby, let me feel it.” She purrs, wrapping her legs around his waist and her warmth clamped down on him, leading to an animalistic growl and him finally hitting his high, rope after rope of his release filled her and she milked him for every bit causing him to twitch deep inside of her. As they bath in the afterglow of such an act, still connected by their most intimate parts, he looks at her, his blue eyes shined as he admired her. Slowly they both separate and head to take a shower. As they do, they both talk and laugh, fight long forgotten.

      “I’m sorry mama. I know we’ve both been stressing, and I didn’t help much.” He apologizes, slowly caressing her face.

      “I’m sorry too E. I promise things aren’t always like this. You know we always have each other.” She replies and he pulls her close as they share a kiss. They may fight, but regardless she was his best girl, and he was her reason for pushing beyond what she ever thought she could manage.

A/N: I know it's short, but I hope you like it!! I'll take any feedback to better it too! Much love Mamas!!!

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Hello! It's Winter! I wrote a similar story to this one, but I wanted to change Emmanuel's reaction. I hope you enjoy it.

Not The First

She rolled over to cuddle him, but she stopped when she saw a pensive look in his eyes. 

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” She gently ran her hand through his already thick chest hair. It amazed her how hairy he was at his age. 

“No, no, it’s nothing like that, I was just thinking,” Emmanuel admitted, not wanting to ruin the moment but needing to come clean about something. 

“About what? Was there something else you wanted to try? Was it too short? Too long?” Brigitte asked, realizing she didn’t have the energy to fight the words out of his mouth. “We can get a lot crazier when you’re ready. There are so many positions to explore and ....” 

“Brigitte! Stop talking! It’s not always about sex!!” He snapped. Instantly, he regretted what he did and touched her cheek. “I’m sorry, I’m just all messed up right now.” 

She grabbed a hold of his hand, “Speak to me. We can work through this.” 

“You’re my first but I know I’m not yours. I was thinking how many men have seen you like this, how many men have been inside you,” he continued to speak as she sat there in shock. “How many men have done exactly what I just did to you!” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. 

Brigitte could see how worked up and possessive he was acting and quite frankly, very immature. “I can’t change my past and I don’t regret it because I wouldn’t have my children. No, Emmanuel, you’re not my first, and other men have given me great pleasure but it’s different with you.” 

His eyes opened wide. “Men? There was someone else before your husband?”

She bit her bottom lip, “It was nothing serious, but yes, there was another man before my husband. I was young and foolish. I was curious and he was there.”

He abruptly got out of bed and slipped his boxers on, suddenly feeling vulnerable and aware of his nudity. “I know you weren’t a virgin but … I just need a minute to myself.” 

She watched as he slammed the bedroom door, wondering if this meant it was over between them. 

Giving him a few minutes to compose himself, Brigitte eventually found him in front of the television. “You knew what this was. You knew who I was. Emmanuel, I can’t snap my fingers and make my past disappear - and I wouldn't do that. But everything has led me to you. Please understand you’re the only man I want now.” 

He was hurting, the look of pain was written all over his face. “When you screamed my name, afterwards, I wondered how many other names you’ve screamed out in pleasure,” Emmanuel whispered. “I am trying not to think of the other men you have stripped naked for … before I was even born!” 

She sat beside him on the couch, “That doesn’t matter and it shouldn’t matter! You just said it, you weren’t even born. I love you. I want you. Only you. Please try to forget my past and let’s focus only on the future - our future - together. If you want an inexperienced woman, go ahead and find her. But I thought this.... me....was what you wanted.” 

After letting her words sink in, and not wanting another woman, he reached for her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. “You’re right. You’re exactly who I want. I just want you all to myself. And maybe that sounds selfish, but I hate the thought of sharing you.” 

“You have me all to yourself now. This is all that matters. You will never share me because I’ll never go anywhere. I promise.” Brigitte smiled as she reached into his boxers. “Now, can we please continue? I wasn’t done with you.” 

He pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. “Good. Because I wasn’t done with you either. And I don’t think I'll ever be.” 

“Before we continue, are you okay?” She needed to make sure everything was fixed before they gave in to their desires.

“Yes, I’m good. Besides, I am ready for this adventure together. You can teach me a hell of a lot, teacher.” 

“I look forward to it, student.” 

Hello Winter! ❤️

Emmanuel, the drama Queen 😅 But he was a child and a fan of theatre hahaha it fits perfectly!

Brigitte had some patience there hahaha

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

[thesoulesscollection]

Hershell Hcs

Heya decided to do some more Hcs now for Hershell. I kinda went overboard with this one so sorry about that one. He's just one of my favorites 

Orphaned at a very young age, he was far too young to remember his parent's faces or their reasons to leave him behind. 

Since he wasn't given a finalized name by anyone, really, or truthfully one one he truly enjoyed going by, he'd decided to name himself

^ First name was because of the meaning; Hershell - deer, his favorite animals and being an enjoyer of nature. And then the last, Panzer, because it was a alias meaning tanks, that as a child he played with a little, old toy tank growing up 

^ Embarrassingly enough he misspelled his first name but never felt the strong urge to really change it again and grew to love it in the end

Grew up in an orphanage for most of his life until eventually he grew out of the system at eighteen. Now during that time, he was in and out of foster homes as well. 

Has a natural knack for taking care of children as it came easy for him, always having a gentle soft spot for them and being very tentative 

Due to this troubled and very rocky upbringing, Hershell wasn't an easy child to handle with the tendency to lash out on any authoritative figure

In order to support himself since he barely got any support he began to work under the table for some extra cash as a young fighter/boxer by underground, illegal fight clubs

^ Soon he became an impressive fighter who was infamously known to play underhanded, dirty tricks in order to win and always be on top

^ This is how he met his best friend, Hj Canterbury where they first met in the ring and he gave the other man a nasty bloody nose. It started to grow from there as he felt guilty and became very careful and protective over his friend

Undiagnosed Adhd throughout his early childhood to adulthood where he couldn't handle staying in one place for too long while fidgeting, struggled to remember things for long periods of time, temper flares and so on

^ He wasn't properly diagnosed and treated with such until a few years after joining the military, in his early to mid twenties

^ Before becoming a parent and quitting/taking his Adhd medication, he used to smoke weed on a daily basis in order to relax. But for him sometimes it didn't always do the trick

Became a single parent on his own when he was 22-23yo after his ex just got up and left him and their son 

Throughout the years he had struggled to commit to long term, serious relationships so often he was either alone or did simple short-lived flings on the side

To his shameful embarrassment yet embraced it later on, Hershell prematurely grayed in his late twenties, used to dye it. It was mostly caused by stress and genetics 

A highly experienced Earthbender who self taught at a young age, he was around 15yo when he realized his natural power and ability. Has the most experienced to least in; Earth, metal, sand and lava. 

^ His son, Johnny however didn't inherit this ability unfortunately for unknown reasons. Maybe it was genetics that passed a generation, bad luck or something else?

Works out daily, almost every day maybe 4-5 days of the full week if possible and is naturally built like an absolute unit; someone you should never mess with

Also can be good at multitasking, a man of many hobbies and talents? In particular, with more hands-on jobs. 

[raytorosguitarstrap]

Hi!

I saw that ask game in your pinned

And

Js pretend this is all of the numbers except the nsfw ones and the ones you're not comfy answering

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I GOT SIDETRACKED AND WHEN I WENT TO GO CONTINUE ALL OF MY PROGRESS WAS. GONE.

0. 5'3

2. 7 in women's (USA size(

3. Nope!! Don't like the smell of it and also I need my lungs 2 be as healthy as possible cuz I'm training 2 b a boxer

4. No but I've tried alcohol on accident and I HATED it.

5. Ibuprofen counts as a drug technically... I only use it 4 cramps tho

6. 15😭

7. Nope, just use the temp ones!!

8.YES!!! I want small little cameos 2 my fave characters!! (Freddy's iconic glove, well. 4 Freddy. A deck of cards maybe 4 theodore? A bass or 'planet pisch' 4 murderface, u get the idea)

9. Yep!!! I have both my ear lobes pierced.

10. I want ANGEL FANGZ!!!!

11. Oof, I don't have any friends at all even😭

12. Single.

15. i HAVE MULTIPLE. Rocky IV, nightmare on elm street, hellraiser, avatar (pandora one), haunted mansion, The dark knight and many more I can't name off the top of my head!! (Mainly slasher/horror ones)

16.(idk if this counts as platonic or whtever), IF U LET ME RANT ABT MY HYPERFIXATIONS/HEADCANONS/FAVE MOVIES/OCS/AND RANDOM STUFF‼️‼️‼️‼️

18.Okay so one time my parents were fighting (not unusual they fight all the time), but it got super heated and my dad started to get physical with my mother. I obv wanted him to stop so I intervened(I was v young at the time), and he punched me instead and gave me a black eye

19. I'm very loud and cringey unintentionally(Its the tism I promise I don't mean 2 b lime that)

22. Plan A: Horror movie director/actor/produce/etc. plan B: Boxer. Plan C: Artist

23. I have a sister that's like 30. Our relationship is alr, sometimes she buys me stuff that I want without me asking her(which is super sweet but she does it too much).

24. Complicated. (Will not elaborate)

25. Driving past/parked next to a cemetery while listening to misfits and mcr while talking abt horror movies and headcanons/ going shopping at Spencer's and or hot topic!

26. When people specifically eat with their mouths open and VERY LOUDLY.

29. To not get cps called on my parents 😭

30. Sometimes it's too quiet, and I hear my own breathing and heart beating and it makes me feel. Funny. (/neg).

32. "We need to talk" "that's so weird" "damn u look like a blobfish" (last one sounds stupid, but it sounds so mean and makes me very uncomfortable and upset when someone tells it to my face😭😭)

33. "You look so pretty!!" "Can you tell me more? I'd like to listen!" "You're artsyle is pretty!"

34. THEIR WOMEN.

36. Waaaaay up in the forest. All alone. In my little cabin. Just staying there for eternity. Peaceful sounds of birdys and animals :3

38. An artist

39. That one stranger things "chocolate pudding" ice cream they have at Walmart

40. Someone happy :)

41. Hanging out with William murderface and listening to him ramble abt his interests

42. A pack of cheeze-itz and coke

44. Whoever read all of that is scientifically proven to be awesome :3

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Joaquin Aguilar Intro

MAGGIE, 21+, CST; SHE/HER. | if you’re hearing PAINT'S PEELING by RILO KILEY playing, you have to know JOAQUIN AGUILAR (HE/HIM; CIS MALE) is near by! the 33 year old AMATEUR BOXER/WAITER AT NIGHT AND DINE has been in denver for, like, SIX MONTHS. they’re known to be quite IMPATIENT, but being PROTECTIVE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble DIEGO BONETA. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those ALWAYS PUTTING OTHERS BEFORE YOU, BLOODIED KNUCKLES, NEVER KNOWING WHEN TO STOP vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the LAKERIDGE DISTRICT long enough!

parental abandonment tw, violence tw?

★𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣★

Birth Date: April 4, 1990 Zodiac: Aries Gender: Cis Male Pronouns: He/Him Sexual & Romantic Orientation: Pansexual

★𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚★

Height: 5′9″ Faceclaim: Diego Boneta Hair color/style: Longer, Brown, Wavy Eye color: Dark Brown Tattoos: A sleeve on his right arm that looks like paint strokes of different colors

★𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮★

Positive Traits: Protective, Resourceful, Charming Neutral Traits: Cautious, Restrained, Instinctive Negative Traits: Impatient, Defensive, Pessimistic Fears: Losing control, Disappointing others, Tight spaces Goals: Settle down somewhere, Be good at something, Feeling like he belongs Hobbies: Playing video games, Cooking, Working out

★𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙩★

Hometown: Small town outside of St. Louis, Missouri Education: High School Mother: Has one Father: Has one Siblings: Has one younger sibling (will be a wc) Children: Alicia (ten years old, mother is Esme Loomis)

★𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩★

Residence: Lakeridge District Job: Amateur boxer, waiter at night and dine Significant Others: No one currently How Long She’s Been Here: Six months

★𝘽𝙞𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙮★

Joaquin should have known from a young age that he would have a hard time settling down in one place for too long. His parents were only together long enough to have him and his younger sibling, before his mother ran off in the middle of the night. Dad was in and out as he pleased, which meant that Joaquin tried to do what he could to take care of him and his sibling. Mostly this meant setting up fights in high school and having classmates bet on the outcome - sure it got him in trouble but he was bringing in enough money to put food on the table.

As much as it had killed him, Joaquin left town as soon as he graduated high school. He knew that he needed to leave to be able to bring in money for his sibling. So without much warning he left for different cities all around the country, never staying for long, but splitting his pay checks to saving some for his own living and sending some to his younger sibling. Eventually he decided to go into boxing and was actually pretty good, good enough to be able to make some decent money from it. He recently moved to Colorado and is trying to get more serious in his boxing career.

★𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨★

Sibling - PLEASE I think this would be so fun, are they mad at him for leaving? Have they met up since then? So much drama please come talk to me about this

Out of Towners - Maybe they met with Joaquin in one of the many places he has been in around the country! He's been everywhere and anywhere

Ex's/FWBs - Listen he's a bit of a hoe, let's have all the drama

I WILL add more to this just please come plot with me

★𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩★

Paint's Peeling by Rilo Kiley

Motion Sickness by Phoebe Bridgers

Year of the Tiger by St. Vincent

Dancing in the Dark by Lotte Kestner

Boys Don't Cry by The Cure

Lonely Boy by The Black Keys

Ain't No Rest For the Wicked by Cage the Elephant

Hang Me Up to Dry by Cold War Kids

My Love by Florence + the Machine

Back on 74 by Jungle

[illegally-blind-and-deaf]

Tintin asks 18, 22 and 42

Sorry for taking so long! I promise I didn't forget

18. A character you wish you got to see more of?

Very popular answer, but Chang Chong-Chen deserved so much more time in the books. He's such an amazing character and I would have loved to have seen more interactions between him and Tintin, though I understand that the politics during Hergé's time were a nightmare.

I would have also liked to have seen more of Mrs Finch, but, again, I have a thing for housekeepers/landladies.

22. A song you think suits the Tintin series or a particular character?

Oooo! This is an interesting one.

I have two for Tintin:

1. Y'a d'la joie by Charles Trenet- it's a fun jazzy piece that's in French and almost a bit childlike. According to Google (which has many errors, I know) it's talking about how there is joy everywhere and the singer telling us how they find happiness in all the little things. They wake up and disvover that it's a dream, but they still are happy and find joy even if the sky is grey because there is music and sunshine.

2. The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel. This song tells the story of a young man/boy growing up in poor conditions struggling to make ends meet. Even when he gets a job, he still misses home. The last stanza is about a boxer who gets beaten badly as people try and cut him down but he remains and keeps fighting. From my own headcannons with Tintin, I think this suits him very well. I've always imagined him as having a rather dismal childhood due to the war and Depression and whatnot, but that he's a fighter who doesn't let his life cut him down.

I also have a song for Haddock. It's La Mer (The Sea) by Charles Trenet again. The first time I listened to this, my immediate response was "oh my goodness it's Haddock singing." It's another jazzy French one, but it's more mellow and smooth and Charles was older when he sang it, so his voice dropped from a tenor to a baritone. I love this one and it's so comforting to me.

42. Any Alternate Universe for Tintin?

MWAHAHAHAHA OH BOY DO I EVER-

My favourite thing to do honestly is come up with AU's. A lot of them overlap or are similar to each other, so I'll give you some of the basic ones that I've formulated the best.

1. Man From Snowy River (kind of AU)

After being framed for murder and treason, Tintin ends up fleeing to Australia and hides out in a rural sheep ranch in the Blue Mountains where he works for an ex-soldier named Tom and befriends the cattledog Bessie. The idea was that he stays there for two years or so and grows up a lot (like from 17-20 pretty much) and becomes adjusted to Australian life. He learns how to shear sheep, how to ride horses down steep mountainsides, how to put out spot fires and that Australia does get snow in winter in the mountains. He also meets a Wiradjuri boy (an indigenous Australian boy) who helps Tintin after he gets dragged by his horse during a storm. They become close friends and the indigenous boy who's name is Birrani or Bill for short, teaches him a lot about The Dreaming and Indigenous culture and the natural life of Australia's flora and fauna. Eventually, Allan and Tom (bad Tom, not good Tom) end up kidnapping Tintin to try and earn some sort of reward and Tintin finds himself running barefoot down Brussels' streets in winter (he's in summer pyjamas because it's summer in Australia) and ends up breaking into Marlinspike to get food. Nestor catches him and Haddock and Tintin argue for a good while before they both realise that they're not actually mad at each other, they were just both scared for each other. Tintin somehow gets his name cleared and moves regularly between Marlinspike and Australia.

2. Usher Syndrome/Retinitis Pigmentosa

I had two slightly different ideas that are basically along the same lines. One was that after convincing Haddock to get a hearing test, Tintin discovers that actually he's the one with a mild hearing loss that started a little while ago. He eventually gets an eye test after noticing that he can't see very well in dark situations and gets diagnosed with Usher Syndrome and is told that at some point, he will go blind and his hearing will worsen. It's basically Tintin going through the motions of rethinking both his life, his career and his individual worth.

The other was that Tintin's mother had retinitis pigmentosa (an eye condition that means you go blind, first by loss of night vision and light sensitivity, then by losing spots in your vision. Same eye problem in Usher Syndrome. He learns Braille and how to navigate dark environments from her because his dad died ages ago and living with a blind person is funky, but when the Nazis invade Belgium, his mother gets really secretive about her condition, and then they take her away because of it. Since then, Tintin always had this paranoid fear of "what if I have it and I get taken away too" or something along those lines, so when Haddock points out that Tintin is holding his book awfully close to his face and that the room isn't that dark, Tintin starts panicking and denying everything. He finally gets an eye test and the doctor, after hearing Tintin's medical history, agrees that he probably does have the condition. Tintin hides his diagnosis from Haddock until Haddock finds him crying in his study and they work together to help Tintin realise that it's okay and that no one is going to hurt him because of his condition.

And also Haddock buys Tintin a brailler and gets Tintin to teach him so he can still read what Tintin writes.

3. Half German Tintin

You can probably gather that I have a slight obsession with learning about Nazi Germany and ww2, and I had the BRILLIANT idea of what if Tintin was half German and grew up in Nazi Germany?????

Basically we still have the Belgian blind mother (that's just become a headcannon for me now, deal with it) but Tintin's dad was a German communist who went to Belgium for a little bit to work. If you know anything about Nazi Germany and how Hitler came to power, you'll know where ongoing with this. I haven't fully fleshed it out yet, but my idea was that it's Tintin growing up in a small family that tells him to just obey the fuhrer because "he's a good man" and "he's here to help germany", but behind closed doors they whisper about how to get out of the country. Things start falling apart when the Nazis knock on the door and say that they're going to take Tintin's mother to "a special treatment facility", I.e. to die. Since them, Tintin's dad tells him that the Nazis aren't good, that they're bad, but tintin can't say anything. On the Night of Broken Glass in November 1938, the Nazis arrest Tintin's dad, who his him in the small kitchen pantry. Tintin them has to rethink everything he's learnt about Hitler and the Nazis and grapples with the fact that everything he was right by them was a lie. He manages to escape back to Belgium where he stays with his mean uncle who hates him because he's German and he joins the resistance.

4. Ukranian Tintin

Again, more historical ww2 shenanagins but this time Tintin is Ukrainian. His name is Konstantin Pavlichenko and he grew up in the USSR in Ukraine during Holodomor (a manmade famine that is now classified in several countries as a genocide) and ends up joining the Red Army with his mother in ww2. Side note: he's not a teenager yet, but he doesn't want to leave his mother's side, so he gets trained by her to be a sniper. Also his mother is Lyudmila Pavlichenko. If you know who that is, you're amazing. She endanup getting injured in the battle of Sevastopol and he gets captured by the Nazis, but he escapes and wanders through Europe until he passes out in Belgium. Members of the Belgian resistance take him to their nurse (Mrs Finch) who nourishes him back to health and teaches him French, Dutch, English and German so he can fit in.

Haddock never learns that Tintin is Ukranian until he notices tintin getting agitated about people denying that the Holodomor existed and saying that they're all "anti-communists". Tintin eventually breaks down and tells him everything, and eventually goes to the USSR for a story and reunites with his mother, who he thought was dead.

That was a lot, sorry lol. I've also got an idea forming of an Avatar the Last Airbender AU age are Tintin is the Avatar and Chang is an earthbender... haven't figured out the logistics of that though

Thank you for the asks!

[forensicated]

Dan Boxing: Episode 448

Gina has entered Dan for the South Eastern Boxing Tournament which he updates Will about during their shift. He also calls Gina 'Goldie' again. I bet he wouldn't dare to her face 😂😂

Will is immediately telling him he can't do it because of the steroids and - because he's doing it on steroids - it's not a 'real win'. Dan won't be drawn on it and he walks off to tell Terry about their shout. The owner - a former boxer - of a smashed up cafe tells them it was bikers but a waitress got them aside to tell them it was kids. "Let me get this straight, you've got a former boxer being intimidated by a 14 year old and his mates?" Terry asks sarcastically - Dan and Will realise something isn't quite as it seems...

Gina saw him fight when he was younger 'a run of the mill scrapper, nothing special' and she goes with Terry. Robbie - the owner - won't admit that it's children so Gina gets straight to the point - "Lost your bottle again, Robbie?" She tells Terry that he threw his last fight, Robbie insists he tripped "Tripped my arse! You threw yourself onto the deck! I was there, I lost money on you!" They sit outside and observe a young lad approaching the cafe where Robbie comes out to meet him with a brown envelope of cash. Terry muses if it could be a protection racket as he recognises the kid as the little brother (really the mans son but shush!) and also the nephew of 2 known villains the super has asked him to keep an eye on. "It's a greasy spoon and he's a little kid! Look at the size of him!" They go over to ask him and he tells him it's a business transaction....they arrest him when he won't be drawn further.

Terry and the Super suspect that the kid is involved in a protection racket. When Robbie won't be drawn in interview, Gina points out that handing £300 to a child looks dodgy... he quickly confesses that he was late on a payment - hence the attack on the cafe that morning - and admits that he's paying someone via the kid - but claims it's security rather than protection. Taylor and his 'appropriate adult' his dodgy uncle insist it's simply a payment for security. He insists he's using his nephew simply so he can earn some cash and 'train up' for a full time job in the company. Terry, Gina and Heaton are aware of the obvious. The kids are dispensable, less likely to do time if caught, less likely to be stopped and suspected of carrying the cash and there's always a ready supply of others. Plus it keeps the dodgy uncles hands clean!

Dan joins Terry on an obbo at the 'security offices' a little later and struggles having enough hands to keep eating and take pictures, poor love!

Terry updates Gina that Robbie has turned up at the office with some friends mob handed to 'take revenge' on them for blackmailing him into paying. Dan and Terry run in with backup arriving soon after and arrest as many of the group as they can - only to find the 14 year old unconscious with a head injury. Luckily they get him to the hospital and all is well... only for the kid to be told his brother is actually his father. Quite some Jeremy Kyle stuff!

😍 Ahem...