#i had always wondered if they were able to just sit and chill and actually see a movie

[kyokikia]

Could I request Sanji x reader who like him in the sense that he is a hopeless romantic. Like the reader is so flirty and clingy, and the moment they meet its love at first sight.

I would do anything for you.

Pairings ; Vinsmoke Sanji × gn!reader

Type, fluff, romantic, love at first sight trope

Warnings, y/n is used a couple times, really really corny

Life recently has been so fun for you, since you joined the straw hat pirates. Even if the way you got asked to join was rather unorthodox, you were nonetheless thankful. When you joined, everyone was so nice, and there was one particular person who caught your eye, way more than the others.

That person turned out to be Vinsmoke Sanji, the cook of the crew. From his personality all the way to the way he cooked, you loved. Ever since you joined, Sanji has been overwhelming you with his chivalrous ways, and you loved every moment. And ever since you joined, Sanji had his eye on you as well, more than he had for any other girl before. The two of you honestly thought it was love at first sight in your own minds.

Sanji was so nice to you, always cooking you good food, always helping you out if you needed something, he always gave you attention and company, and other things. You heard from Nami and Robin that Sanji was also like that to them, but to a much lower degree, and you took that as a sign.

You loved being around Sanji, and you two honestly got extremely close very fast. The both of you were always around each other, and if you weren't, you at least knew where the other was. You loved to watch him cook, the way he was able to perfectly cook the recipe, his down bad personality, his voice and laughter, and most of all, you loved how easily he got flustered.

The times when he tried so hard to fluster you, in all honesty it worked, it got you to blush, but when you would flirt with him back, and he became 10x more flustered than you, were some of your favorite times on the ship so far. You knew the effect you had on him, and you also knew how much he affected you as well.

The hugs you gave him, the slight hand-touching, the smiles all got him so in love with you, and you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you. Everyone could see that you both were so madly in love with each other, but for some reason, Sanji couldn't.

He was such a silly and clueless lovesick boy, and you really did try your hardest to make it clear to him that you loved him back, without actually having to say it out loud, but it seemed like he couldn't get the hint.

As of this moment, you were just chilling with Sanji while sitting on the ship deck, conversing with him as you had laid with your head on his lap, a small tint of red on both of your faces, before he tried excusing himself saying, "Love? i have to go cook dinner now" The sound of the pet name was like music to your ears, you often called each other petnames, more often that you called the other by their real name actually.

You didn't want to stop, but you chose to get up from his lap and reply with, "well, can I at least help you?" You watched as his eyes softened, he wanted to spend more time with you as well, but he didn't want you doing any work.

"Mon chéri, you know i don't want you doing any work, why not just bless me with your company, yea?" He answered your question with a soft smile, as you gave him a small pout before agreeing with a, "yea yea" as you both headed for the kitchen.

You watched as he gathered the necessary ingredients for the meal, with you fetching him some of the ingredients as well. You sat in silence as you watched his skillful hands prepare the meal, before you chose to get up and stand beside him, "Sanji?" You called out for him, as he started looking at you in slight suspicion, wondering what you wanted to say as it was probably serious and it wasn't often you said his actual name rather than a petname. He still loved the way his name sounded whenever you called out for him without a pet name, down bad behavior at its finest.

"Yes, mon amour?" He answered back, turning to look at you instead of the uncooked ingredients. You took a deep breath, before quietly declaring,

"You know I love you more than anything else, right?"

As those words rolled off your tongue, his eyes widened, blood rushing to his face, his cheeks turning to a similar yet much more obvious red than your own face. You looked him dead in the eyes, as his mind blanked at the sudden love confession. He knew he gave a lot to you, but he never really got one from you. And it was just some random Sunday.

"You mean that?" He asked lowly, not really believing in this moment. You gave him back a small "mhm" as you smiled at him, watching him register what you just said in disbelief.

"I love you too." Was all he could whisper back, him staring right into your eyes as a really big smile crept up on his face.

You gave him a big hug, with him hugging you back as he really took in your confession, "thank you for loving me back, my dearest Sanji." You whispered to him as you faced him, hands now on his shoulders so you could look at him.

"No no, thank you, love for loving a person like me!" He exclaimed back to you, now that your words fully reached his brain, before he gave you a kiss on the lips, with you quickly kissing him back. Pulling away from the kiss, he softly says to you, "I've loved you, from the start mon chéri!"

You smile even more as he said those words, "I've loved you since we first met as well, Sanji."

Okay so, this one was longer than the last one! I really hope you enjoyed it <3 and I also hope i was able to fulfill the request nicely!! This is really really corny

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

hi I'm so excited for your dad Levi event I was wondering if you could do post war Levi

him and reader have been through everything together and never had time for romance but after the war they settle down and she gets pregnant because she always wanted a family

it was hard for me to not just dive into actual smut once i decided how i wanted to write this tbh

Mini-Us | 2K Follower Event | Post-War Dadvi Drabble

✧ word count ➼ ~700 ✧ notes ➼ post-war, fluff, suggestive but nothing too explicit

You knew the insomnia was hitting hard whenever you opened your eyes and the room was still shrouded in darkness. On some days, you'd get up right as the sun was rising, but this wasn't one of those days.

You heard some shuffling behind you and, upon turning, saw that Levi was also awake. From the look on his face, it seemed like he hadn't really slept since the two of you crawled into bed a few hours ago. You saw that he was shifting his weight to avoid placing any potential strain onto his bad knee and knew that it was flaring up again. It could've been what was causing his insomnia or vice versa, in which sitting in bed from not being able to sleep agitated it from him being stiff.

"Need me to grab something?" you asked quietly, your voice hoarse from just waking.

Levi looked over at you and shook his head.

"Just stay with me for a bit," he murmured.

"It's 4am," you teased, "where the fuck am I going to go?"

You smirked as you saw his eyebrows scrunch together into a frown, using this time to crawl underneath his arm and place your head on his chest. He tightened his grasp around you, pulling you securely up against his bare chest.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, taking in the scent of the soap he had used while bathing that was mixing in with his own. It was comforting.

"Ever think about having a kid?"

The question immediately prompted you to pull back slightly so that you could see his face. You blinked a few times as you looked at him in surprise.

"What?"

You could almost feel the disappointment radiating from him through just his body posture alone.

The two of you had been around each other since forever, having met early throughout your time in the Scouts. You grew close fast and feelings blossomed within the blink of an eye, but you never officially got together until after the war. There just wasn't any time, with the war against the Titans, and then Marley, and then dealing with the events that led up to the Rumbling.

"Nevermind," he grumbled, avoiding your gaze and beginning to turn away.

"Nono, wait," you protested as you reached for him to turn him back towards you. "I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting the question. I'd..."

You trailed off as you pulled up recent memories of seeing Levi in the position of the fatherly caregiver: handing out candy to the child refugees or mentoring Falco and Gabi, which immediately prompted a small smile to appear on your face.

"I'd love that," you whispered. "You sure you'd be able to handle a mini-us running around?"

He blinked and looked right at you.

"I'm sure we'll manage," he spoke quietly, matching your tone.

You looked directly into his eyes, noting that the moon was reflecting off the gray of his good eye. You gently ran your fingers over his scars, always mesmerized with them and how it symbolized everything that the two of you had survived through.

He pulled you towards him, his soft lips gently pressing against yours. You let out a small 'mmm' as you moved your lips back against his, chills traveling throughout your body as you felt his hand drop from your cheek and down to your waist.

You reached to grab onto his wrist once you felt his hand traveling lower to give him pause, pushing back on his shoulder so that he was leaning back against his pillow. Your lips never lost contact with his as you slowly turned and raised your leg around him so that you were straddling him.

His hands grabbed onto your hips as your kisses grew more heated and you began to feel his tongue against your lips as the two of you got more and more lost within each other's embrace.

You shouldn't have been surprised when you realized a few weeks later that your cycle hadn't come, but you were—and so was he when you revealed the news that you were indeed pregnant with his child.

[maryangelex]

Never Let Me Go (Pt. 4)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Captain John Price x f!Reader

Summary: The doors have opened for a new dynamic between you and Price, one you're unfamiliar with but welcome with open arms, and it surprisingly only escalates when he's deployed

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, phone sex, masturbation, sexting, lingerie, panty kink.

A/N: comment if you'd send John a saucy pic!!!

Song for this one is The First Taste by Fiona Apple.

Ever since that morning at the cafe, John has become even more of a staple in your mind, occupying every waking thought and becoming the plot of every dream you've had.

The day after your little moment together, it had been hard to look at the man in the eyes without your mind going blank, cheeks a feverish red, and heart racing a million miles beats minute. And you could definitely tell he enjoyed to see you flustered by him just being in your proximity; as if he could see how your mind recalled every second of that moment, as if he could see the wetness of your panties when you thought about it. 

And you wouldn't dare tell your cousin. Even though you told her everything in your life, that you would take to your grave. 

For the past couple of days since then, John has continued his daily routine of coming to see you and spending at least an hour enjoying his coffee and your company. He's become yet another regular whose order you knew by heart. Sitting with him or even so much as taking his order and having his presence fill the cafe has become what you look forward to the most. 

Today he entered the cafe like always, picking a seat at the counter to chat with you. His closeness brought the familiar, pungent smell of his masculine cologne, a scent that flooded your nose and felt like a warm hug. You smiled at him brightly and greeted him like you did every morning, which he did too. The way he eyed you always gave you goosebumps and a chill down your spine, with a pleasant flutter in your stomach. 

You poured him his coffee and breakfast pastry, which he insisted you surprise him with a new one each time. 

"You look lovely today, love," he gave you that cheeky smirk of his, with the fake innocence behind those kyanite eyes.

You scoffed, feigning humility, "You say that every day, John." 

"And I mean it every day," he chuckled, taking his coffee with a pleased hum. 

"What do you have planned for today?" you asked, your elbows propped on the counter. You thanked the fact that it was a light morning to be able to entertain John and that your cousin had been the greatest wingwoman you could ever ask for by taking care of the store whenever John came in. 

"Same as always, talkin' to the pretty girl at the cafe, runnin' errands," he sighed, "But I'm the bearer of bad news today, actually." 

You quirked a brow, "How so?" 

"I've gotta go back to work, love," he said with an earnest sadness in his tone, giving you an achy look. And your heart sank for a moment, a tightness in your throat that came up all of a sudden. 

"I'm actually leaving tomorrow," he cleared his throat, his voice apologetic, as if he was already soothing you and apologizing for the fact that he had so evidently made you woeful, made you miss him already. 

All you could think about was the worry that this was him calling it quits, to whatever it is you two even had going on, if there was anything going on, to begin with. Maybe you had taken things a bit too seriously with John, maybe all he wanted was some company before he was off.

You cleared your throat, pushing down any sign that you were so visibly heartbroken. "I'll be wishing you all the best while you're away, John," your smile was forced as you were about to turn to the counter behind you, but John's voice stopped you in your tracks. 

"I wanted to tell you because..." he started before noticing the loudness of his voice, "I was wondering if even while I'm gone, I'll still have you to come back to." The man's request was like Cupid's arrow through your chest. 

"I'll be gone for a couple of weeks, but I'd like to come back n' still have a pretty barista to pour me my mornin' coffee," the cheeky bastard gave you a hopeful smile, which you returned and huffed a laugh. 

"Of course, I'll be here waitin'," you said sincerely. You meant it, you really did. You would be waiting for him patiently and eager for his return. Now you felt stupid for being so insecure and anxious about John's intention; and you made a mental note to go easier on him, to trust him that he was an honest man with a kind heart that had a spot for you, because thus far he'd shown you nothing but that. 

" 'M glad to hear that, dove. Does that dinner offer still stand for when I come back?" 

"My door's open," you said, biting your lip to still your racing heart. 

John spent the rest of the morning with you, chatting you up like he always did. He told you about what his deployment tends to be like, how sometimes all they have him do is linger around their temporary base and go through intel and reports and endless paperwork, and how it's up to the big guys to say what they do next.

You still didn't know the details of what he really did, he persisted that it was for your own safety, that he couldn't tell you even if he wanted to, but that truthfully he'd prefer to keep that side of him away from you because you were too good for those sorts of stories.

But you saw he made the effort to provide you at least a bit of clarity on his line of work, sparing you the gory details and instead giving you some peace of mind about what he did, and a small glance into that part of his identity at the same time. 

By mid-afternoon, he was still there, probably the longest he'd been there with you. The shop remained fairly slow when it came to customers and orders, given that it was a random Wednesday when most people would be at work and only bothered to come to grab a small bite and a quick espresso on their break.

John showed the utmost patience when you became mildly busy though, enjoying the sight of you at work and the simplicity of just being with you, you felt it in the tenderness of his gaze. You asked him about the errands he said he needed to run, but he shook his head with a dismissive shrug and told you to "never mind that," that it wasn't as important as spending his last day home with you. 

The man couldn't be any cheesier, and you loved every bit of it. 

He managed to prolong his stay until the last minute, you had lightly scolded him that he needed to rest as much as possible before heading into whatever shitty conditions he'd be in for the next couple of weeks. 

"I'd be lyin' if I said you scoldin' me wasn't makin' me like you more," said the cheeky bastard as he put his arms through his jacket. 

"I'd make one hell of a naggin' wife, huh?" you joked, and if your eyes weren't deceiving you, you caught a glimpse of a light heat dusting John's smiling cheeks. 

"A man would be so lucky." His words made your stomach flutter; his flirting never failed to make you feel some sort of indescribable way. The best way you could put it was that it made you feel giddy and wanted. 

You escorted him outside, standing by the entrance of the shop in a spot that was out of sight from those inside, allowing for a bit of privacy with John. He stood in front of you, cozily close as always, and with a hand coming up to your hair to twirl a strand around his index finger. You had noted by now how much he enjoyed your hair, or touching you in any sort of way in general. 

"So I'll see you in a few weeks, yeah?" there was hope in your tone, minding the dreadful thought that he might not come back. 

"Promise," he said huskily, an affirmative tone that read your mind, "Don't worry your pretty little head 'bout me, I'll be back before y'know it, dove." 

You took a stead forward and cupped his face gently, then stood on the tips of your toes to reach his tender lips. He welcomed your kiss, of course, declining his head to meet you, one hand on your waist and the other migrating to the nape of your neck. 

You kissed him tenderly, but more confidently than you ever had before, with a newfound certainty, as if knowing that it was okay for you to kiss him first without hesitation. John kissed you back with fervency, his rosy lips catching yours and reluctant to let go.

When you two pulled away he held you tightly against him in an embrace before he left. It pained you to say goodbye, this man that you had known for such little time had your heart in a tight lock already. 

It had been a week since John had left on deployment. You did not expect to be this worried in your life over someone. You had never had a long-distance relationship (if you could even call it that as being what you and John had). You didn't want to admit to yourself how much you missed him, or how much you thought about him, or how you dreaded something happening to him. 

He couldn't have been more reassuring though, hardly ever failing to text you his status as best he could. He had let you know before leaving that he'd become less consistent at texting you, but that he'd go out of his way just to send you at least one message a day. 

Every notification from him put your racing thoughts at ease, no matter how simple it was. Texts telling you about how work was going, in a way that made it sound like he was on a corporate business trip or as if he was a lorry driver traveling from one end of the country to another. Sometimes his texts would be about how he missed you, how the coffee in the base was sewage water and it was making him livid and exhausted, followed by the zombie emoji he had recently added to his regular repository. 

A lot of the late-night and early-morning texts were tooth-achingly sweet, though; you cherished those the most, reciprocating the messages with sincerity. 

Tonight he told you he had managed to get a tent to himself while two of his boys snoozed in another one with the third one on watch for the night. He told you he was hoping to get some restful sleep for once, given that he wouldn't have to hear someone else's snoring, but said it was just impossible to sleep with the thought of you banging in his head. 

You thought he had you wrapped around his finger, but you didn't mind in the slightest. Instead, you decided to be bold and use that to your advantage. You felt naughty doing so but that was the best part of it. The heat that had been brewing in your core had started to be bothersome ever since John had given you a first taste of what he offered you. 

So you made your way to your dresser, digging in the drawer where you kept your panties and finding a set you hadn't worn in god knows how long. It was like dusting off an old book. You only hoped it fit you still. 

And it did, to your surprise even better than the one time you had worn it since you first bought it. The little fuchsia pink thong was snug on the fat around your hips, accentuating the plump curvature of your ass, and the lace balconette bra teased your nipples through the thin transparent fabric. 

Your heart beat fast and you felt the dampness between your legs at both the sight of you in your bold garments and at the thought of sending John a picture. You dwelled on it for a moment, contemplating whether or not you should send it. Maybe it was unsafe to do so, maybe he'd get caught. 

But you decided to give in to your impulses. You snapped a picture in a pose that showed your front, your curves popping in the revealing outfit, your tits pert, and showing the evidence of your arousal. Only your body and hair were visible in the frame, choosing to hide your scarlet red face and smile. 

You waited a few moments, eyeing the photo closely before deciding "Fuck it" and hitting 'send'. 

Your breath hitched, almost in disbelief that you managed to do that. You were quite proud of yourself, honestly. As you waited expectantly you bit the tip of your thumb in anticipation, staring at the chat on your screen. 

But all you could see was the empty chat beside your picture. Then, John's chat bubbles finally popped up, only to disappear after a few seconds. They popped up and disappeared twice more after that, but no message was sent in response. 

Your face fell, your throat running dry when you cursed at yourself. Did you freak him out? Was it bad timing? 

You jumped with a shocked yelp when you heard the sound of your phone vibrating. You were getting a call from John now. You cursed at yourself once again, clearing your throat and bracing yourself to apologize profusely before you picked up. 

"Hey, John I--" you stuttered before he interrupted you with what sounded like a breathy groan from his end. 

"What're you doin' sendin' me pictures like that, naughty girl?" his voice was low and almost a purr through the phone. 

You felt like you had gone into cardiac arrest at the sound of his voice. He sounded aroused, and it couldn't be more noticeable. You bit your lip suppressing the grin that tugged at your cheeks, laying back on your bed as your skin burned hot with the pleasure that rose within you. 

You couldn't be more pleased with yourself. 

"Thought you might enjoy that," you giggled.

John hummed contently, "Oh, I'm enjoyin' it alright...you've no idea how much." You heard a deep thigh coming from him. 

"I think I have an idea," your hand trailed down your body, fingers brushing over the skin exposed skin of your breasts. 

"Is it that obvious?" 

"Mhm," you said coyly, your fingers traveling to the thin fabric covering your nipples, ghosting over the perked buds. "Would be lyin' if I said I didn't feel the same way."

"Fuckin' hell, princess," he growled, "N' I thought you were an innocent little thing." 

You chuckled, your hand now toying with the hem of your panties. The sound of wetness came through the other end of the call, making the fire between your legs burn hotter. A moan brewed in your throat when your hand finally slipped into your panties, striking your index and middle finger between your folds and collecting the slick that pooled there. 

"You toyin' with my pretty pussy, love?" 

You nodded to yourself and answered with another "Mhm," letting a needy sound out as your fingerpads pressed against your achy clit. 

You heard John's breath become ragged, the squelching sound becoming more rhythmic. Your fingers tried to match his pace as you rubbed tight circles on your clit, your pussy becoming impossibly wetter at the thought and sound of John jerking off on the phone. 

"Fuckin' miss you, dove...miss the sweet taste of your pussy. Remember those cute panties I took from ya? Got 'em here, fuckin' my fist with 'em...thinkin' o' you." 

You let out a whimper, recalling John fervently devouring you and the perverted act of him saving your underwear; now knowing their purpose made your mind hazy and your clit quiver. It felt like ages now, and your ache for him had been growing stronger since then. 

"Want you, John," you babbled, quickening your pace, your hips wiggling and rolling to grind yourself on your fingers. 

"Tell me what you want from me, sweet girl," he purred. 

"Want your mouth," you breathed, your hand leaving the phone as you held it at the crook of your neck and shoulder, migrating to your pleading cunt to dip your fingers into your entrance. You let out another audible moan as you worked your fingers on your clit and filled yourself with the two others, "Want your cock, John." 

You heard the man on the other line practically moan as he cursed at your words, "My sweet girl wants my cock, huh? You're gonna make me cum if y'keep talkin' like that." You heard him panting, the sound of him stroking his slicked cock hitting your ears, making you pump your fingers harder and faster. 

"Tell me how you're fuckin' yourself, love," he commanded, and you obeyed him. You told him how you were fucking yourself with your fingers and how they weren't enough, how your clit would only be satiated by his mouth now. 

"Oh my needy girl, 'm gonna fuck you good when I get back home to you." he cooed, a string of curses and groans falling from his lips. "Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?" 

You moaned in response, only being able to manage a desperate "Uhuh," as you were reaching the precipice of your orgasm. John was nearing his too, you could hear it as he babbled on about needing you, about how he was gonna fuck you like you deserved when he got back home, about how he was gonna claim your pussy with his cock. 

You announced your emerging climax with a cry and a choked moan, your body convulsing and your pussy clenching around your own fingers. The desperate chants of John's name were what made him cum, the way you cried out for him breathlessly and mindlessly, your moans almost sounding like sobs. 

You heard him let out a muffled groan signaling his orgasm as if he had bitten down on something to keep quiet as he came. 

All that was heard in the call now were both of you's panting breaths, until John let out a tired chuckle and you giggled in response, feeling flustered by your exchange. You lay on your silky sheets with a mess between your legs as you exhaled contently. 

"I should send you pictures more often," you quipped. 

"I'd love it if you did," John said, "And I'll keep my end of the bargain." 

You hummed a laugh, repeating "I'd love it if you did," as your response. 

[simpingforthemm]

the garcia brothers

words: like 1.7k

summary: basically a similar scenario to the whole "Cole x Jackie x Alex" thingy but with u and the Garcia brothers

a/n: sorry for not posting on here in a while. I wrote this little thing to get into fanfic writing again and will get to the other requests soon <3 probably will make this a series if I feel inspired enough

You were sitting in the cafeteria with Lee, your best friend, poking at your food, absolutely not hungry after having seen that revolting documentary on the holocaust in history lesson.

“God, I wish I could erase the last 90 minutes out of my memory so I could at least keep some of this food down and not starve for the rest of the day”, you groaned, shoving a fry in your mouth.

“Same”, Lee sighed. “That Nazi shit is seriously messed up. Honestly, I think I heard Olivia sobbing in the back row or something when the teacher named the number of the children murdered in the second world war.”

You raised your eyebrows. "Damn. Understandable though. It's so inhumane.”

Lee nodded. You noticed someone sitting down next to you and putting their arm around your shoulder. “What are we talking about guys?”, an all too familiar voice asked. Isaac Garcia, the brother of your best friend, who you shared a lot of your classes with, including history. “Just the pleasantries of that history lesson”, you said as he snatched some of your fries.

“I’m amazed at your ability to still eat after that horrifying documentary.”, you admitted, watching as he stuffed his mouth with the fried potato sticks, visibly hungry, his arm still securely around you. You didn't mind sharing your food and you often did so with Isaac. He would offer you gum when he had a pack, you would bring a second fork for him when you got lunch and you almost always shared your energy drinks and snacks. You didn't know the particular reason for why you both did this except for that the two of you loved food and that you liked eating in class / eating snacks so you could focus better.

“That's only one of my many talents, dear miss Y/L/N”, he said, smirking at you and giving you a little wink. “Besides, I love fries.”

You just rolled your eyes a little, knowing that Isaac basically had every girl that crossed his path swooning over him and he even flirted with you, his brother's girl best friend. Yeah, you shared your food and were pretty friendly with each other but you still were kind of annoyed about how he was such a ladies' man.

“Sure”, you just said, freeing yourself from his arm, catching Isaac frowning in the corner of your eye.

“Okay Isaac, how ‘bout you leave me and my best friend alone and go mind your business with all of those cheerleaders waiting on you.”, Lee said, pointing over to a table overcrowded with a bunch of girls from the cheerleading squad, some of them looking over to your table, probably wondering what was keeping Isaac there.

Lee seemed overly annoyed with his brother. Chill Lee, you thought to yourself. You actually kinda liked Isaac (not that you’d ever tell Lee that) and you didn't get why your best friend was acting all hostile. Sure, Isaac was annoying at times but he didn't exaggerate it. But of course, you were on your best friend’s side. “No need to get possessive, I’m already going”, he said, getting up from his chair.

He frowned as he noticed your sort of tense expression.“You seem tense, everything all right?”, he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. He was right, you had been tense. Exam stress, pressure to succeed, getting good grades and then your parents fighting. You were struggling. But Isaac didn't have to know that. “Okay Isaac, just go”, Lee groaned before you could answer the other Garcia's question.

“Already going, jeez bro. See you later, Y/N.”, he smirked, ruffling your hair. Ugh.

Relieved about him going back to his own table and Lee being able to go back to his normal self, you leaned back into your chair. “I’m so sorry about my brother Y/N”, Lee apologized, rolling his eyes. “I know he can be a lot sometimes.”

“It's fine”, you assured him, not knowing why he was always so cold and hostile whenever the three of you were together. When you watched Lee and Isaac hanging out together, without you, everything seemed just fine and they were laughing and having fun together, like normal brothers. This was the same for when you and Lee hung out just the two of you, everything seemed completely normal and fine. But when it was you, Lee and Isaac, he acted so strange. He was bitchy and rude to his brother, usually without reason. He always acted like Isaac was this horrible person that you couldn't be associated with. You thought that maybe he couldn't stand the thought of you and Isaac being friends? Maybe he hated how physical Isaac could be? You didn't know, but you were determined to find out.

After school, you and Lee decided to hang out and get ice cream. A lot of people thought that you and Lee might be a couple since the two of you were so close. It was true, you liked Lee a lot. Maybe you had had a crush on him for a little while when the two of you first met. But that was a long time ago and the two of you were now simply best friends. You thought so at least. Still, you couldn't help thinking he was cute when he attempted to speak French in class (which he surprisingly was horrible at) or when he geeked out about some new skateboarding equipment or tricks he wanted to try. Of course, you would never tell him that.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?”, Lee suddenly blurted out. The two of you were standing in line at the ice cream shop, waiting for your turn. You were slightly standing on your tip-toes, trying to get a look on all the flavors available so you could already decide on what you wanted beforehand.

“Yeah, sure. What is it?”, you said casually, standing normally again and turning to look at him.

Lee looked down at his shoes, seemingly embarrassed. You frowned, didn't he know he could ask you anything? You were now getting impatient and nervous. Why was he stalling?

“Oh, come on, Lee. You're driving me crazy. Spit it out!”

“Do you like Isaac?”

Your eyes widened and you gulped. So much for obvious. But you didn't like him. At least not like Lee probably meant in this moment. Okay, maybe you thought he was hot and funny, but he was obnoxious. He was always bothering you, in class, outside of class, at the Walters’ House. Just last week, he threw you in the pool, then at a party he randomly asked you if you wanted to play beer pong with him. With you, out of all people? You, the unpopular nerd. Then there were other incidents like when your grade was called to the assembly hall for some informative presentation on future college opportunities and Isaac just randomly sat down next to you. And besides all that weirdness from his side, he made your best friend in the whole world angry and tense. You didn't like that.

You decided to go for the shocked and surprised answer. “What! Lee! Why would you think that??”

“I don't know”, he shrugged, his expression blank. “You just always seem to laugh more when he's around and you don't really seem to mind whenever he flirts with you.”

“Flirts with me? Lee, I don't know what you're talking abou-”

“Oh please Y/N”, Lee scoffed. “Don't act like you're blind. He always flirts with you. Just today in the cafeteria, he put his arm around you. Do you know how weird that is for me? Jesus, he's my brother, Y/N.” Lee looked disgusted as he turned away from you. You didn't know his feelings were this intense.

“Lee, of course I don't like him. But you know how Isaac is, he’s always flirting with every girl that's in his eyesight. I don't think he's taken special interest in me. And besides, we wouldn't even fit together, you know how different we are.”

That seemed to calm Lee down as his expression softened and he sighed, nodding.

"Sorry for overreacting. You're right."

You didn't know why he was so against you even slightly taking an interest in his brother and why he was so disgusted at even the idea of you getting closer to him. But you figured the two of you weren't really in a position to talk about that.

Later that day, you were sitting on your bed, listening to music and doing homework when your phone made that vibrating sound to tell you you had a new message. You frowned slightly, checking who would text you at this time. It certainly wouldn't be Lee, as right now he’d probably be outside with his cousins, teaching Parker how to skateboard or something. Instead it was an unknown number.

The message just said: “hi y/n”.

You texted back pretty quickly out of curiosity. "Who's this?”

Another message appeared within seconds, making your heart drop. “Isaac. I got your number from Jackie, hope that's ok”

Jesus, why would he be texting you? This was the last thing you needed rn. And now you seriously didn't know what to text back.

“Okaay, why did you ask for my number tho”, you typed.

“idk cuz I think ur cool”

Fuck. Why’d he say something like that?

“okay.. I don't think lee doesn't like us talking tho"

You were panicky now. Lee definitely couldn't find out about this. He'd be so mad.

“he needs to chill out”

Was he seriously saying this rn? Didn't he know Lee had no chill whenever it came to you?

You were staring at your phone for a while, waiting for him to say something else, but when he didn't, you just typed back:

“srry but did you want anything else? I got homework to do”

“we should hang out outside of class sometime”

“we really shouldn't”, you texted back, even though you did kind of want to. But you couldn't. Not when Lee was so against the idea of you being closer to his brother. You couldn't do that to your best friend.

“Come onn y/n just for like an hour or so. pretty plsss”

He kept spamming you with messages the next minutes which really annoyed you so just to shut him up you replied: “fine but istg if lee finds out you’re done for”

“yes ma’am 🧎‍♂️”

God. What had you gotten yourself into??

[one-strugling-bean]

So.

I finished the 4th season (MAG #160)

......I'm unwell

(part 3 of my Magnus Archives experience)

Ahhhhh where do i even start???? Ok, ok I think I'll start with the lesser things

First off, right off the bat, RIP Tim. More than ever, now I know he didn't have to die and I am so so sad he did..... Flirty boi deserved so much better u^u

Martin collected many moments of badassery throughout the 3rd and 4th seasons. Im so proud of his growth. Not him burning statements and snipping back at Elias - ahhhhhh he was so coooool, I wish someone else was there so that they could tell him! And when he made Fairchild sit back down to finish answering Martin's questions, I swear I got chills!!

Anyway. I continue being a fierce Martin fan, nothing new there

What is new is my newfound adoration for Daisy. Seriously. She's my baby now. Idc what happens or who dies, she needs to end this story okay :'))))

No, im 200% serious, if Daisy doesn't survive to the end, im def going to cry. Because i can totally see her being the "sacrifice herself so that everyone else will have a chance" type.

I swear she was the only one holding the brain cell power this season –  and FINALLY, someone who's not Martin is not being a bitch to Jon!!!

I wasn��t even expecting Jon to be able to bring her back. Much less for them to become supportive avatar besties! I’m so glad the writer decided to take that turn with her. It’s really satisfying from a narrative standpoint to have Daisy of all people do a whole 180 on her standpoint with Jon.

Idk, i just really liked her this season. She deserves all the hugs. So she gets a meme :)

Basira, on the other hand, fell a bit for me, but i think that was kind of the point. She was fierce and stony and nearly zero compassionate, – very Gertrude-ish of her –  but after everything that’s happened, i can't really blame her :/

Im just here praying to everything that the cop ladies can get a modicum of a happy ending

And just so I round up the gang, im scared for Melanie... She is now blind and also has (had?) a monster as a therapist. And Georgie doesn't feel fear which makes them even less likely to sense danger if it comes for them. I hope they're able to push through whatever season 5 throws at them

Okay. So only Jon is lef now. What can i say about him tho?? I mean, i can say he's been going through it.

Like, I spent my whole time hearing this podcast lowkey making fun of him for collecting beatdowns from pretty much every character - AND IT TURNS OUT IT WASN’T EXACTLY JOKING MATTER AND WAS ACTUALLY PLOT RELEVANT??

WHAT IS THIS SORCERY AND WHY IS IT MAKING ME FEEL BAD FOR VOICES ON MY PHONE??

I just feel so bad for Jon. The guy did not deserve all of this. He really was a lamb to the slaughter—a poor wet cat, an eternal damsel in distress, the Antichrist…?

That last statement from Elias/Jonah is so good tho. Like, objectively. I love it. Not only does it take the listener in a nice little trip down memory lane - nostalgia is always fun - but its also just. So evil.

They really gave us such a sweet start – Martin and Jon bunking together in a cabin in Scotland(?) seemingly happy and it's all "uwu, they sho cute, yada yada- and then BAM!! APOCALYPSE HAS BEGUN!"

(i could literally be here for hours coming up with titles for Jon. he makes it too easy.)

Elias though...... I was spoiled that he was Jonah Magnus halfway through season 2 or so, so the reveal wasn't a big deal for me. I wonder how shattering it was for listeners when it first dropped though... At least he upped his villainy cred this season. Suits him better than the "unbothered neutral/evil stand-by" vibe he gave before.

And one last character thing, I fell in love with Peter so quickly. His lines were all gold and his delivery even more so. He just had that unflappable vibe to him. Like he didnt have a care in the world.

Oh, and him and Elias totally had ex-wives who spent the last 10 years fighting about who gets what in the divorce energy.

No, i will not elaborate.

Uhhhhh yeah. I grew to appreciate Helen more and more every time they showed up. Simon Fairchild was surprisingly fun for an old man, Gerry deserved the freaking world (thank you so much Jon for burning that page) and i think that’s kinda it on my favorite “creatures and associates”

Im super excited for this last stretch. i wonder if TMA will stick the landing. I sure hope it does, and honestly trust it will.

Anywayyyyyy, off i go for those last 40 episodes. Wish me luck!

Finish testimony, or whatever

[neiptune]

does he take care of you or could I easily fill his shoes?

c/w: explicit sexual content, degradation if you squint, best friend's girlfriend trope, not sure what the hell possessed me, reo isn't really great at handling the relationship between you and nagi :)

Truth is, Reo has never taken any special interest in you. Or so he thought, anyway.

You’ve always been a good friend, one of the old ones from middle school first and high school later, your family nothing more than acquaintances for his parents. But he genuinely liked spending time with you, always so wild and fun and certainly shameless enough to make him pay for your tickets or gas every time you decided to go on random roadtrips and general weekend getaways. It was like you were his better half in a way, the one person he could truly be himself with just because you were so similar to each other. The only exception to his otherwise dull friendships.

He’s the only one you’d wake up in the middle of the night to not so timidly ask if he could pick you up to go for a ride, you’re the only one he’d actually get out of bed for and drive all the way to Roppongi, the choice of either staying in his black Bugatti to share burger and fries in an empty parking lot or wandering around the lively neighborhood until dawn always belonging to you.

That is, until he met Nagi and his entire being started gravitating towards a whole new world, one that didn’t have much space left for you to squeeze in. Or so you thought. Because despite his new dream, exclusive friendship, a whole elite training program that had eventually opened the doors of a successful career as a pro player, Reo has never really allowed you to recede to the back of his mind. His calls grew more sporadic and he often left you on read but you still kept in touch and he never failed to let you know when he was in town. Sometimes he’d even go as far as texting you out of the absolute blue, something dry as well as demanding like playing on national tv tonight, make sure you watch.

The particular balance of your friendship further shifted when you met Seishiro, an unexpected additional presence in what was meant to be a chill afternoon at your favorite cafe to catch up and spend some time together. Reo was happy to finally be able to introduce you guys to each other, he truly was. Until you hit it off so quickly it only took him ten minutes to scoff at how you were looking at his best friend.

There was that glint in your eyes, the one you got whenever you liked something enough to sit cross legged and smile that pretty smile of yours until your eyes crinkled. Just as Reo absentmindedly took note of how good that sundress looked on you, just as he wondered if he could find an excuse to give you another hug to breathe in more of the tropical body mist you must’ve sprayed on before leaving the house, right as he suddenly ached to ask if you had watched their latest game, his winning goal, Seishiro decided that your smile was distracting enough to put his phone down, forget about the game he was playing and actually engage in conversation.

Reo didn’t see it coming at all. All of a sudden, you were always around once again but for the wrong reasons. Of course you’d won Nagi over, it was naive of him to expect his friend to resist your charm. And so leave it to him to make all the efforts Reo had been too blind to make throughout the years: he’d buy you expensive dinners, take you out even when he was too worn out from training, he’d insist on taking you with them whenever they had to travel overseas for a game and holy shit, didn’t you always comply? You were mockingly happy, sitting on his lap in front of the whole team, all affectionate smiles and gentle fingers carding through milk white hair. Nagi’s hands were always on you somehow, nose grazing your neck, breathing you in as he pressed his lips right along the line of your jaw again and again, persistent enough for Reo’s train of thought to pathetically derail at your giggles.

He hates when you travel with them. The nights and early mornings are the worst: his room would always be right next to Nagi’s, walls thin enough for him to hear each and every sound you draw from each other. His best friend’s barely suffocated groans and panting, your honeyed whimpers inevitably turning into lewd moans as he picks up his pace, if the headboard slamming against his wall is an indicator. Fuck, he hates it. Even as he gives himself lazy, languid strokes, he hates it. Don't you remember how good he had kissed you all those years before? Drunk and happy and together, your hands in his hair tugging at the strands so wonderfully he didn’t even care if your jeans were probably scratching the hood of his car. He wanted to devour you right then and there. He probably would’ve had and you certainly would’ve let him if his stupid phone hadn’t interrupted your ministrations. If Reo closes his eyes, he can still see your fingers ghosting over his hips, eager to undo his pants. He doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive you for forgetting.

And what to say about Seishiro? How can he succumb so easily to a distraction so huge? They still have plans. They’re supposed to become the best players in the goddamn world, does he believe he’ll be able to achieve something as important by burying his dick in you every single night? What a fool. What an idiot. He’s never even had a girl before, does he even actually know how to pleasure you?

Fuck.

Reo hisses at your muffled cries, they have him desperate enough for his cock to painfully throb in his hand. He knows he'd have you creaming on his fingers without even putting in the real effort. Hell, he’d press his lips to the shell of your ear right as he rubbed you back and forth, refusing to stop as you dripped and dripped and the obscene sound of his fingers persistently stretching you open would be the only thing your fucked out mind would be able to focus on. He’d stroke your hair and whisper gentle words in contrast with his unforgiving pace: you could so easily be his good girl, his princess, his perfect little slut.

Ah, man. You need him, you both need him. He’s enough to take that stupid relationship of yours to the next step, he’s the missing fucking piece. He knows Nagi, he’s sure he’d be into it as long as he wouldn’t have to do more than he needs to and Reo certainly is good enough of a friend to efficiently take care of both of you. Isn’t he?

[felagund-the-valiant]

In All Shapes and Sizes - Beleg x shapeshifter!reader

Love comes in all shapes and sizes. Beleg got to experience this first-hand.

Words: 612

Tags: fluff

A/N: a tiny little something I wrote for @doodle-pops underrated character event :D

A chill lay in the air, announcing the slow approach of autumn. The leaves crackled ever so slightly under his boots as Beleg tread the narrow path that led to your shared home, humming absentmindedly. The birds overhead seemed to pick up on his song and joined in with cheerful chirps and coos, entirely unbothered by his presence. A couple of deer trotted through the forest, watching him curiously before going separate ways. He spotted fresh paw prints on the same trail he was walking on – his tracking abilities told him they were left by a fox. A knowing smirk crossed his face, and he sped up his pace ever so slightly, wondering if he could catch up before either of you reached home.

Mere moments later, Beleg heard a rustle in the bushes but couldn’t spot anything moving, or so he thought. A flash of red fur appeared in the corner of his eyes out of nowhere and he felt a pair of arms and legs wrap around his body as you leapt into his arms. He stumbled back a little and let out a breathless laugh.  “Slow down there,” he gasped as he set you back on the ground, but you paid him no mind. “How I have missed you, meleth. Are you well? Any wounds that need tending to?” You scanned his body and did a gentle pat down. “I’m fine, no need to worry.” Beleg stopped your hands from wandering by taking them into his own and smiling reassuringly at you. “You know I’m always careful. And more than capable of tending to wounds, as you should know.” You lowered your head bashfully at his comment, catching the reference to your first meeting.

It had been more than unexpected. One rainy day, Beleg had found himself nursing a poor hurt fox he had encountered while on patrol and was more than surprised when a couple of days later an Elf was sitting in his hut with no sign of the fox. He had heard rumours of so-called shapeshifters from other wardens but never thought he would see one in the flesh, much less fall in love with one. Many a times he had asked you if you wouldn’t come live with him in the city, but you refused, preferring the solitude of the forest to the hustle and bustle of civilisation. It wasn’t difficult for him to make the decision to join you in living in nature and he had never once regretted it. Living with the one he loved was worth more than any comfort the city could ever hope to offer and he had already spent large portions of his life in the forest anyway.

“Race you home?” You asked excitedly and he snorted. “I return after a long watch, and you want me to physically exert myself even more? Also, we both know I don’t stand chance. You just want to brag about winning again,” Beleg teased. In your Elven form he might have been able to outrun you with ease, but foxes were faster than the Elves and he knew you would not pick the easy route for him. You sighed dramatically and he halted any complaints you might voice by bending down and kissing your forehead. “All I want right now is to be home, enjoy a good meal and cosy up with my beloved. Does that sound good to you as well?” You bit your bottom lip and pretended to ponder his request before nodding. You stood on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his lips and interlaced your fingers with his. “That sounds wonderful, actually. Let’s go.”

[call-me-a-simp]

No One Hates You More Than I Do

Talk It Out (Part 6)

Enemies to lovers (Rhea Ripley x fem. Reader):

You're a well known wrestler in WWE and Rhea is your worst enemy. You hate each other in and outside of the ring. Rhea always flirts with you, not that she means it, she just knows it makes you furious and wants to annoy you. But one day everything changes and you start to feel like all of this isn't a joke anymore and that there might actually be something between you two.

You get ready for work and head out the door, grabbing an energy drink from the nearby grocery store on your way. It was a pretty chill day, only a few interviews and more prepping stuff for the upcoming show where they plan to reveal you as the new member of The Judgement Day.

That evening after work you decide to attend the local gym as you didn't have time for you daily workout yet. You don't notice the person following you in your tired state. You probably wouldn't have noticed them at all if they wouldn't have let you known they're there during one of your breaks between some reps.

Rhea's eyes follow you the whole day, noticing your tired expression and weak body from the lack of sleep and proper food. She doesn't even try to deny her being worried about you. So after you left work she decides to follow you. Keeping a safe distance with her car until she sees you enter the towns local gym. She parks her car in a nearby parking lot where she is able to see if you would leave the building again or not.

Sitting there in silence she thinks about her feelings towards you and your reaction when she told you. It made her wonder if you secretly felt the same and just also had difficulties expressing that. After about twenty minutes she finally worked up the courage to confront you with her thoughts and theories so she gets out the car and walks over to the building you're in.

It doesn't take her long to find you since it's a fairly small area with quite few people being there at that time. She waits until you're taking a break to speak to you.

"Hey" you hear a familiar voice and look up. It was Rhea. "What do you want? Can't you see that I'm busy right now?" you attack her annoyed. "Sorry to bother you.." she raises her arms in defence and looks hurt at your reaction, which makes you feel guilty almost immediately. "I'm sorry, I'm just very tired." you mumble and sigh. "What is it Ripley? What are you here for?" "I just wanted to talk about.. some uh.. thoughts of mine.." Rhea admits and blushes.

"Fine by me, want to tell me while I finish my reps?" You ask her. "I'd prefer to wait until we're alone, but I can spot you and maybe give you some tips until then?" Rhea responds in a questioning tone. You shrug and nod.

About half an hour later you're walking out of the gym together. "My apartment is almost right around the corner, wanna meet there?" You turn to look at Ripley. "Bet I'll be there first!" Rhea playfully smirks at you and runs off to her car. You didn't notice you were smiling at her actions until you accidentally saw your reflection on the car window. You quickly replace it with a neutral look and shake your head at your behaviour. Why were you smiling at her stupid jokes?

Five minutes later you unlock your front door where Rhea was already waiting for you. Opening it you begin to question yourself if this might be a mistake, if Rhea was just acting nice to land a critical hit on you. You brush it off as your normal overthinking and hold the door open for your guest.

"I haven't cleaned today or anything so please don't mind the mess.." you mumble more to yourself than to her. Rhea hums and follows you to the big main room, consisting of living room and kitchen at the same time. "I'm gonna order some pizza, you want something too?" You ask without turning around to her. "I'm good, thanks" she denies your offer. She then patiently waits until your done with the phone call before speaking up again.

"So uhm.. like I said I wanted to talk about some of my thoughts with you because i feel the urge to clarify some things but now that I'm actually here it's harder than I originally thought.." your counterpart admits awkwardly.

"Tomorrow's a holiday which means no work which means we've got all night" you shrug and turn around to her with a little smile that's meant to reassure her. Your eyes meet and you can see her relax a little more. You smile at each other and you walk over to the couch, signaling Rhea to come sit next to you.

"Maybe it'll be easier if we don't start with it right away and instead focus on something else. For example finally getting over our egos and start working together for real this time." you say with a serious undertone in your voice. Rhea nods but avoids looking directly at you.

"You're right" she eventually says and lifts up her gaze, meeting yours. "I'm sorry for treating you bad all these years, even after I thought we got over our problems. I somehow couldn't help but spread rumors about you, which again, leads us to why I wanted to talk to you so bad" she sighs.

"I know.." you whisper. "And to be honest.. I kinda feel drawn to you too.." There's a few moments of silence until you continue. "It just confuses me because I never felt this way with another woman before. Does that mean I'm a lesbian now?"

Rhea breaks out laughing and you can't help but chuckle too. "If you're still attracted to men then no, it does not make you a lesbian" Ripley laughs but then gets serious again. "So you do like me back?" she wants to clarify, praying she didn't interpret your words the wrong way.

"I- I don't know, like, the sex we had was pretty damn good I have to admit, and I wouldn't complain if we did it again.." you shyly look at her, nervously chuckling as an attempt to calm the anxiety a little. Seeing her eyes lighten up at those words and the little smile that sneaks into her face makes you feel a certain warmth and ease inside. "I.. guess we could try.." you whisper, breaking eye contact as you can feel the heat rush into your cheeks.

"So- uh.. you're saying you think you do like me back and that you're willing to date me, like.. seriously?" Rhea asks completely overwhelmed. "God damn it, yes, you idiot!" You exclaim and wrap your hands around her neck kissing her.

You both smile into the kiss and you lean back, pulling Rhea on top of yourself as you lay down. "I still fucking hate you for what you've done, just to be clear" you murmur against her lips and she chuckles in response. "And what do you want me to do about it now.." she then teases you. "Maybe fuck you so hard you just forget about it?" she smirks at you. "Mmh.. maybe?" you whisper and smirk back at her.

Rhea kisses you again and begins to trail kisses along your jawline and down to the crook of your neck. Slipping one of her legs between yours, she presses her body down against your own, creating a friction that makes you moan softly.

But before it could go any further the doorbell rings, and you push Rhea off of yourself with a grin. You liked that you were able to make her horny and now she got to wait. She looks back at you pouting, but eventually smiles at you as she watches you come back, already with a mouth full of pizza.

"God I just can't be mad at you" she sighs and guides you to sit between her legs with your back against her chest. "I'll turn on a movie okay?" she says softly and kisses your temple while reaching for the tv remote.

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I AM SO INCREDIBLY SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING Y'ALL FOR SO LONG!!! I don't know what's going on with me at the moment myself or I would have explained it to you, but ye, hope you enjoy and I'll try to write more now :)

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[writingwhimsey]

Married to The Enemy - Shingen Ch. 60

Thank you all for being understanding about why I have been away. I will work on the 400 follower requests as I feel able to. Just honestly, Shingen is my comfort character and working on this fic is something that I find comforting. So, it feels good to work on this fic as I try to make sense of the world again and adjust to whatever the "new normal" for my family is. Thank you all for being so understanding and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 60

Immediately after meeting everyone at the gate, we all headed inside. Masamune headed for the kitchen and Oba-san decided to join him…insisted on it actually. She had informed him that she had heard so much from me about his cooking, she wanted to see it first hand…and also wanted to share recipes between the two of them.

It didn’t take them long to have a grand feast whipped up and we were all gathered in the main hall. Shingen held my hand as I took my seat beside him. “Don’t think you get to keep the lass all to yourself. You’ve had her for six months.” Masamune said as he sat down at my other side, putting a tray piled high in front of me.

“I still don’t understand why you had to be away for so long. Clearly with as far along as the little mouse is, it didn’t take very long.” Mitsuhide teased as he came to join our loose circle as well.

I felt my cheeks reddening. “I believe I already mentioned we were visiting my hometown.” I replied, picking up my chopsticks.

“So, he didn’t entirely have her to himself.” Oba-san said, joining the group and sitting by Mitsuhide.

Slowly everyone else came to join the group, forming a loose circle. I’m not entirely sure how, but Oba-san was between Mitsuhide and Nobunaga. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

“Your grandmother has chosen an interesting seat.” Saki said with a grin. “Reminds me of your first night in Azuchi.”

“Don’t remind me about that…especially since I can’t drink to forget.” I replied. I decided to stuff my face instead.

“Was it that bad?” Shingen asked me.

“So much teasing.” I replied.

“Pretty sure the lass was glowing bright enough that we didn’t need any lanterns in the dining hall that night.” Masamune teased.

“And if you think you’re not going to be in for a bunch of teasing tonight little mouse.” Mitsuhide informed me.

“Yeah, you did leave on an extended honeymoon and come back pregnant.” Keiji agreed, grinning at me.

I felt my cheeks heating up instantly. “You know, this is some excellent grilled fish.” I said, digging into the food. 

Masamune chuckled and reached a hand over to ruffle my hair affectionately. “And these cute reactions are one of the things we’ve missed about you, lass.”

I swatted Masamune’s hand away. “Hey, you’ll mess up my hair. Shingen did a really good job fixing it for me.” I protested.

“I can fix it back into place for you, my angel.” Shingen said, his large hands going to smooth my hair back into place.

Nobunaga let out an amused chuckle. While Hideyoshi’s eyes widened in surprise.

Shingen looked at Nobunaga, a chill in his gaze. “Do you find something amusing?” He asked Nobunaga. “Or do you find something surprising?” He asked Hideyoshi.

“I find lots of things amusing.” Nobunaga replied, a haughty smile on his face.

“I just…I never thought you would be the type…” Hideyoshi replied. “You were always such…woman chaser. I never knew you could truly settle on one woman and treat her properly.”

Shingen frowned at Hideyoshi. “As if you have room to talk about multiple women.”

“He does have a point there, Hideyoshi.” Mitsuhide replied.

“I…it’s not the same.” Hideyoshi countered.

I sighed. “Shingen’s past doesn’t matter to me.” I said, looking at Hideyoshi. “He has been nothing but a perfectly wonderful and loving husband to me and he’s going to be a great father to our baby.”

Shingen smiled at me as he wrapped an arm around my waist and hugged me closer. “And you’re such a wonderful wife. I can’t help but to want to dote on you and take care of you and treat you as the princess you are.”

“Ugh, can you two just stop it with that crap. You’re gonna make me sick.” Yukimura groused, making a face of disgust.

“I can’t believe I am saying this, but I agree with Yukimura.” Hideyoshi said. “There are some things that should be saved for when you’re alone.”

“Can’t really say I blame Shingen.” Masamune said, grinning at me. “Our lass is pretty cute. If she were my wife, I’d want to kiss her all the time.”

“Don’t forget keep her pregnant.” Keiji teased.

I felt my cheeks heating up from their teasing. I reached over and slapped Masamune on the arm. “Stop saying stupid stuff like that. People might start taking you seriously.”

Masamune grinned. “People or just your husband?”

I just glared at Masamune, which only seemed to make him and everyone else laugh in amusement.

“Oh, that’s such a cute glare.” Masamune said, his grin widening.

“Not a very threatening look.” Mitsuhide teased.

“Yeah, she looks a bit like a kitten when it first learns to hiss.” Keiji added.

“The glare we are all getting from Shingen is a bit more threatening, though.” Nobunaga said, an amused smirk on his face.

I then looked over at Shingen who was looking at Nobunaga…and if looks could kill Nobunaga would be on the floor dead. I reached my hand over and placed it on his. Shingen looked over at me, the icy look on his face melting in an instant, a warm smile replacing it.

He lifted a hand to gently stroke my cheek. “You need not look so concerned, my angel.” He told me. “You need not worry about me. Just enjoy the party and the food.”

“Ugh, if I would have known this banquet would turn into THIS, I would have stayed in my room.” Ieyasu muttered.

“Well, she didn’t end up pregnant for no reason.” Mitsuhide said, a grin on his face.

My cheeks reddened and I looked at my plate. I picked up my chopsticks and started stuffing my face. “You know, this is really good food. Maybe you two should cook together more often.” I said to Masamune and Oba-san as much as I wanted to change the topic of conversation.

Oba-san grinned. She was then looking at Mitsuhide beside her. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

“I’m not really hungry.” Mitsuhide answered.

“Looking at you I would think you’re never hungry.” Oba-san said. “You should eat. Masamune and I didn’t cook all of this food just for some of you not to eat around here.”

“You might as well give up on him.” Ieyasu said. “He’s a lost cause.”

“And when he does eat, he does it wrong.” Masamune added.

“I just eat more efficiently.” Mitsuhide countered.

“I’m sorry Mitsuhide, but I have to agree with Masamune here.” I spoke up. 

Oba-san’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as she looked at Mitsuhide. “What could you possibly do that is so wrong?” She asked.

“He mixes everything in one bowl.” Hideyoshi answered. “I don’t understand how you can even eat that way.”

“It completely ruins the flavor.” Masamune agreed.

Oba-san blinked. “That sounds disgusting…and I have to agree very wrong.” She was then getting a tray together and reaching for the chopsticks. She grabbed a bite and then held it up to Mitsuhide. “Come on, eat and eat properly.”

Mitsuhide’s eyes widened. “I really…”

“You may as well give up.” I said. “She won’t back down. I wasn’t allowed to get up from the table until I had all of my food was finished when I was a child.”

“And she was a stubborn one.” Oba-san said. “Sometimes we’d be sitting at the table for hours before she finally ate her food.”

“I’ll eat…but on the condition that you tell us some more interesting tidbits of our little mouse when she was a child.” Mitsuhide replied.

“I can accept those terms.” Oba-san said with a nod.

“Hang on, I can’t!” I spoke up. “It was bad enough when you had to tell Shingen all of my embarrassing stories! Now you’ll share them with them?! And Mitsuhide will tease me relentlessly!”

Mitsuhide put on a look of mock shock, but then grinned at me. “Why Ava, how could you say such things about me?”

“Because she knows you.” Hideyoshi said. “We all know that's why you asked for stories…though I have to admit I am curious. I bet my little sister was the most adorable child.”

“Oh, she really was.” Oba-san said. She was then looking at Mitsuhide expectantly. “And I won’t reveal anymore until you eat this.”

Mitsuhide opened his mouth and my grandmother slipped the food into his mouth. I think something broke in my brain watching my grandmother feed Mitsuhide like a baby bird. It seemed I wasn’t the only one, however.

“I can’t believe what I am seeing.” Hideyoshi said.

“I’m just glad he’s finally eating…and eating properly.” Masamune said.

“I don’t think I would say being fed like a baby bird is eating properly.” Ieyasu said.

Nobunaga was chuckling. “I see where you get your fire, Ava.” He said, looking at me.

“It runs in our family.” Oba-san said.

Oba-san continued to feed Mitsuhide and didn’t start telling any of her stories about me until he had finished all of his food. Then she had to tell them all of my most embarrassing stories…well all of the ones that she could without revealing that we are both from the future. She led with me enjoying running around naked as a child.

“Haha, that’s a shame that’s still not a thing.” Keiji said with a grin.

“I think it’s a good thing. Could you imagine all of the trouble we’d have to save her from if that were the case?” Ieyasu asked. 

“Sounds like everyone here is in for a fun time when the little one gets here.” Masamune said.

“Actually, they will be gone before the screaming child arrives, thank god.” Kenshin spoke up.

“What?” The Oda warlords chorused.

“We’re moving back to Kai.” Shingen said, his calm but authoritative tone.

“So, you’ve finally decided to return to your home?” Nobunaga asked, eyeing Shingen.

“You’re taking Ava away again?” Hideyoshi asked. “How can you think moving while pregnant is good for her?”

I sighed and looked over at Hideyoshi while Shingen was glaring at Nobunaga. “He asked me if I wanted to first and I said yes.” I told Hideyoshi.

“I have been away from home for too long.” Shingen said. “It is time I return and take my family with me.” He was then wrapping his arm around my waist.

“I think it makes sense.” Masamune said. “Raise your family in your homeland.”

“Well…if you’re sure that’s what you want…” Hideyoshi said, looking at me.

I smiled reassuringly. “I am.” I replied. 

The banquet went on for a while. My grandmother at one point placed a dish on Kenshin’s plate, telling him he needed to eat something besides pickled plums. Kenshin’s eyes widened. “What? Are you really…”

“Lord Kenshin, Ava’s grandmother isn’t wrong.” Sasuke said. “You need a varied diet to be able to keep your health up for battle.”

Kenshin grumbled before picking up his chopsticks and eating the food Oba-san had put on his plate. Though he had a disgruntled look on his face as he ate them.

“Alright, you’ve hogged this seat long enough, make some room.” Keiji said, coming over and plopping himself between me and Masamune. He was then throwing an arm around my shoulders. “You gotta share our princess now!”

“You know, I am not a sake cup you guys get to pass around.” I said, raising an eyebrow at Keiji.

Keiji just grinned. “Awe, don’t give me that face. You know we all just missed you.”

The party continued on well into the night. Everyone was drinking and laughing and enjoying themselves. The seat next to me that was not occupied by Shingen, was occupied by someone different every so often, everyone wanting to chat with me for a while.

The party eventually came to an end. Shingen and I returned to our room. Once we were alone in our room, Shingen’s arms were wrapping around me from behind and pulling me back against his chest. His lips were gently kissing the nape of my neck. 

“Mmm, I’ve been wanting to have you to myself all evening.” He murmured as he continued to kiss me.

I grinned as I tilted my head to the side, allowing him better access to my neck. “You’ve been very patient.” I agreed.

Shingen’s hands were moving to open the collar of my kimono. His lips traveled from my neck to my shoulder. “I know you care for them…but I still have a hard time with seeing other men fawn over you…though I admit I see why they do…”

“Mmm…Shingen…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever try to keep you from them.” Shingen replied. “I would never begrudge you for seeing people you consider your family…just would you mind indulging your husband in some selfish desires?”

“I’m always happy to indulge your supposed selfish desires, Shingen.” I replied, reaching for his hands and guiding them to undo my obi. “Your selfish desires never feel selfish to me….especially when they always make me feel so good.”

Shingen chuckled. “You are far too generous, my love.” He told me as his large hands made quick work of my obi.

I turned around to face Shingen, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pressed my iips to his and we were soon falling into the futon together, Shingen’s arms holding me safely all the way down.

Afterwards, we lay in the futon together, wrapped in each other’s arms. Shingen kissed me gently on the forehead. “Are you alright, my love?” He asked, his hands gently rubbing up and down my back.

I smiled up at him. “I’m always more than alright when I’m with you.”

Shingen smiled warmly at me. “I’m glad to hear that. I just worry that I am too demanding of you, my love.”

“Trust me, I have no complaints.” I replied. I let out a yawn as I snuggled closer to him. “I love you, Shingen.”

“I love you, Ava.” Shingen replied, kissing me on top of the head. “Rest well, my angel.”

My eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep. My head cushioned on the perfect pillow of Shingen’s chest, his heart beating beneath my ear. 

Shingen watched Ava as she slept in his arms. He stroked her silken hair and kissed her on top of the head. “Rest well, my love.” He whispered to her sleeping form. “I am truly a selfish man.” He hugged her tighter a moment before closing his eyes and joining her in sleep, a contented smile on his face.

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[madeintheniamh]

record shop rescue

stmf one shot #11.

album release date is coming up, but there is no stopping Harry's teenage daughter from going out, even if that means getting caught up with the press. luckily, Harry is always there to save the day.

a/n: for my wonderful best friend becca. thank you for this amazing prompt (i wouldn't have been able to think of it myself lol)

warnings: fluff & dadrry, bit of teenage angst thrown in

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright on your own?”

“Yeah, I just need to try and find something for my Dad,” Lottie replied. “I’ll be fine,”

When the girls were younger, it was easier for you and Harry to keep them safe from the press. You were in control of where they went and who could interact with them- but those days were long gone, with Tilly already learning to drive and Lottie coming close to sitting her GCSEs. As much as it scared you, you both knew that you couldn’t always safeguard their teenage lives, despite wanting so hard to keep them in your tiny family bubble. When album release dates came up, it always seemed to get more extreme, and whilst Tilly had learnt from this, there was no way that 15-year-old Lottie was going to scrap her plans just for the sake of the press who in her own words, had ‘ruined her dad’s life’.

It was a busy Saturday afternoon on Carnaby Street- she knew that. But within the crowd of people, she didn’t notice the group of paparazzi following her- until she closed the front door of the record shop and turned to look behind her, the flash of a camera reflecting off the glass window like lightning, only it was a clear spring day. She hoped desperately that they were following someone else and gave them time to disperse themselves whilst going up to the till after finding a Fleetwood Mac record for her Dad- but all that actually happened was that the frequency of the flashes increased.

“Oh my, it really is true,” The girl serving her gasped, clocking onto Lottie’s shocked gaze, her eyebrows furrowed in the same way that Harry’s did when he was confused by something.

“What’s true?” Lottie laughed slightly whilst slotting the record into her tote bag.

“You’re Harry Styles’ daughter, aren’t you?”

Lottie blushed slightly. “How did you-”

The banging on the windows only got louder as she turned around to face the cameras.

“Christ alive,” She gasped. Lottie wasn’t usually one to be frightened of anything: whilst Tilly was much more of a nervous overthinker like you were, Lottie followed on from Harry, having a very chilled out perspective on life. But in that moment, as she bit her lip, she began to feel a pit growing at the bottom of her stomach. There was no way she was getting out of that shop by herself.

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“Daddy, please,” she muttered, listening to the dial tone on her phone for longer than she would have hoped. Finally, a deep muffled voice answered.

“Hey princess, you okay?” Harry exhaled, his voice still tainted with tiredness after a long day at the studio.

“No,” Lottie sobbed slightly.

“No? What’s happened, baby?” He said, his tone changing suddenly to a panicked one. Lottie barely ever cried, and whenever she did, it always meant that something was very wrong.

“I don’t know what to do Dad,” She began to cry. “I’m in this record shop, and all these paps are waiting for me outside, and I’m trapped in here, and I-”

“Don’t cry, baby,” He sighed. “I’m coming, okay? Send me your location on text and I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”

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The rover juddered slightly as Harry put his foot down far too quickly when he pulled off the drive, his hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, dark Gucci sunglasses shielding the frown that was on his face. You and him had always agreed that no matter what, you would never let them upset your little girls. They’d crossed the line.

Harry almost knocked out one of the men standing next to the car as he opened the door after he had parked up at the side of the road. He didn’t care. He could only just make out his daughter’s shaking frame through the distorted glass windows, her eyes widening as she noticed him making his way through the crowds of people outside.

“Hey Harry, is it true that one of your daughters is dating Louis Tomlinson’s son?”

“Fuck you,” he grunted as he pushed the door open.

As soon as he put his arms around Lottie, she burst straight into tears, black mascara trailing down her face.

“Hey, now,” He breathed softly, running a hand through her long brown curls. “It’s all alright, I’m here now, you’re safe,”

“I can’t,” She sobbed. “Go out there,”

“Well you’re going to have to at some stage, aren’t you poppet?” He sighed. “But you’ve got me with you, okay? You just stay close to me and keep your head down, okay? Here,”

He took off his sunglasses and put them on her face, tucking her hair behind her ear as he did.

“You don’t even have to look at them, see? Now let’s get you home,”

He tucked his coat around her as they marched through the crowd, and he quickly opened the car door for her to get in, before he got in the driver’s seat and rolled down the window.

“Harry, why are you being so aggressive? Something’s bothering you? Your marriage?”

He rolled his eyes. “You stay away from my daughters. Follow me around all you want, but you stay away from my girls, you hear me? They didn’t sign up for this,” He shouted, before closing the window.

Harry turned around to take in Lottie’s wide-eyed gaze, rubbing soothing circles across her back, rain beginning to lash at the bonnet of the rover. Her body sunk into the leather passenger seat slightly at his touch.

“I’m okay, Daddy,” she whimpered slightly. “Just wasn’t expecting that,”

“I know baby, and it’s not fair, is it?” He sighed, gazing at her over the top of his sunglasses. “I’m sorry you have to go through all of this because of your Dad and his silly songs,”

A small smile graced her lips, dimples forming on her cheeks in the same places as Harry’s did.

“They’re not silly, Dad,” she giggled. “I love them,”

His green eyes lit up. “You do? What were you doing in a record shop, hmm?”

“I can’t tell you,” She laughed, putting her hand over her mouth to reveal her green painted nails. “I got you something, I’m not telling you any more than that,”

“You didn’t need to do that, poppet,” He smiled. “But I am excited to see what it is,”

She smiled slightly again, as he reached over to kiss her cheek.

“Lottie baby, remember a while back when me and your Mum said to you about going out when I’m releasing new music,”

Lottie grunted slightly. “Daddy, I’m not a prisoner, I want to go out,”

“I know you do, babygirl,” He exhaled. “But all I want for you is to be safe when I’m not here, okay? So please, promise me that you won’t go out on your own, not until this blows over a bit,”

“But Tilly can-”

“I’ve said the same to your sister,” He cut her off. “I know you hate it, and I would too, but I don’t want these crazy people to be following you and making you upset again, hm? It breaks my heart, so you need to promise me, okay? Just for a little while,”

She frowned at him, her lips pouted, and he mimicked her face, before breaking into a smirk, and she began to laugh again.

“Okay, fine, I promise,” She moaned.

He took her hand in his, holding it up to his lips, before kissing it softly.

“Thank you, Lottie baby,” he smiled. “And if something does happen, you know I’ll always be there, don’t you?”

She nodded, now beginning to fiddle with the radio stations on the dashboard.

“I love you, Lottie baby,” he beamed, before turning the keys in the ignition and setting off, leaving the crowd of cameras far behind them.

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poor lottie :/ being a teenager isn't easy, but especially not when you're the daughter of a celebrity. luckily he isn't just any celebrity :)

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[themightymoose]

What are your plans for Branch in your au?

may I offer you my Evil Pop! Branch design?

yeah it's not very good but this is like the best thing I've ever drawn. So I'll take it. Anyways, long ramble under the cut

Let's start with his personality. Branch, while under the string's influence, is very chill and relaxed. He prefers to go with the flow and let everyone do their own thing. But he is also very smug and likes to get under people's (Poppy's) skin. He is also the lead singer of Kismet, who he considers his (cooler) brothers

Now, when he was younger, after his grandmother got eaten. He was terrified to learn that he had turned grey. Branch started to spiral, wondering how he was going to be liked by the Pop Trolls now, how his brothers would think of him. He would be an outcast! An embarrassment to them! He couldn't go to Pop Village looking like... this! Those were his thoughts before he accidentally stumbled on the Pop string. Branch hadn't meant to find it, nor did he plan on searching for it. Sure, he knew the strings existed, but he didn't really care much for the stories. He was just wandering, lost in his own thoughts

Then, he got an idea

He knew it was a stupid idea, it was ridiculous. A single string wouldn't be able to make him forget about all his problems. But he was willing to try anything at this point. He had to try. So he did. He pointed the string at himself and gave it a little flick. He closed his eyes and braced himself, expecting it to hurt, when he felt nothing, he opened his eyes, panic already seeping in again. Until he looked at his paws

He was blue. It worked

Branch quickly sprinted to the nearest place where he could see his reflection. He was colorful, and he smiled. He was perfect

Okay so one thing to know about the antidepressant string is that Branch still has way more agency than he would if he used all the strings. Like, yeah the string made him happy and gave him color, but other than that, he could basically do whatever. If he used all the strings to make himself a Pop Zombie or something, his eyes would be flat out pink. But since he only used the Pop string, he has just, like, a glint of pink in his eyes. Everyone just thinks it's heterochromia and doesn't really question it

ALSO 👏 since I headcanon Canon!Branch as autistic, Evil Pop!Branch is also autistic. And since he thinks for the longest time he would be abandoned if the Pop Trolls figured out he's actually grey, he got really good at masking. The only people who knew about Branch's autism was Kismet, and later Poppy. (ADHD queen and autism king)

I might actually make autism Branch hcs in the future

So during the first movie, the Pop Trolls actually end up getting Chef's attention because Poppy and Branch were trying to one up each other. Like, who can get the brightest lights, who can sing the loudest, etc. And during their ✨journey✨ they constantly butt heads, their arguing also ends up getting them into trouble. It isn't until their sitting in front of the campfire that Branch made that they have a heart-to-heart, and they realize they have more in common than they realize. They become much closer after that, which doesn't go unnoticed by the Snack Pack

"Wait, are Banch and Poppy... laughing? And joking together? I thought they hated each other."

"I dunno, man. A lot of things can happen during the adventure of a lifetime. Wait, is she... serenading him???"

"W H A T?????"

now the second movie... oof. okay. So yeah Branch is out stealing all the strings. But things quickly take a turn when he learns about his brothers' whereabouts. John is out living in the woods, just like it's always been for the past twenty years. He can't help but sigh as he looks at a picture of Bitty B. The youngest BroZone member, but also the cutest. He wonders what he's up to now. Just then he distantly sees a bunch of things flying over him, distantly hearing someone cackling evilly (like those things the Rock Trolls were flying in, I don't know what they're called)

Their next destination is Vacay Island, where Bruce and Floyd are currently residing. Floyd had just finished serving a customer before a familiar-looking troll swung the doors open, quickly yelling out orders to his little army to ransack the place, steal whatever they want. Bruce didn't know what was happening, he just knew he had to protect the kids. He didn't know where Floyd is, but he can fend for himself... right? He quickly tries to help Brandy gather up the kids and try to hide them. Meanwhile Floyd is hiding under a pile of floaties, through the cracks he catches glimpses of a blue troll. He looks so familiar but doesn't at the same, his hair grown out, going all the way down his back. He's wearing a Hawaiian shirt, much like what Bruce always wears. He is also pretty muscular, much more than Floyd could ever dream of being. But it's also certain mannerisms that the troll does that catches his attention. The way his tail sweeps across the ground, how he drums his foot against the ground when he's aggravated, it wasn't until he spoke that it confirmed Floyd's thoughts

Branch

Eventually they leave and set off to the next location, Bruce is calling for him. He calls back. Bruce is talking, panicked, but Floyd isn't listening. It wasn't until Floyd spoke that Bruce got quiet.

"Bitty B..."

"...What?"

"The... The leader. The one who was ordering the trolls around, telling them to ruin this place.... That was Branch."

Now it's time to pay the Putt Putt trolls a visit. Okay so I'm gonna skim over this one a little bit but let's just say they fuck up that place as well and Branch tries to kill Clay (I might make a comic about that if you peeps like the above drawing)

It isn't until the ending that he's really important. So Branch ends up capturing Barb, since she lies about being the ruler of the Rock Trolls. And then yeah they get the strings and turn everyone into Pop Zombies. And then... the reveal happens.

Branch is mortified, Riff's accusation was repeating itself in his head

"You've been using that string on yourself, haven't you?"

And he couldn't deny it, he couldn't say anything. All eyes were on him, he couldn't say some snide remark, a snarky comment, a smug or witty retort. He couldn't even roll his eyes. All he could do, was stare.

"Branch... is this true?" Peppy. Poppy's father, the ex-king of the Pop Trolls, and the father Branch never had. He couldn't bare to look at him, to see the look of disappointment and anger in his eyes, in anyone's eyes.

Then Barb speaks up

"You... can't be doing that. You can't just force yourself to be happy!"

And Branch just... fucking loses it. Who do these Rock Trolls think they are? They're trying to humiliate him, to get him thrown out.

He would not let that happen

Barb can see Branch walking over to her, his glare is dark and dangerous. She can see the crowd staring at her, Riff seems terrified for Barb's life. And she panics.

And she breaks them

The strings are gone

And everything is grey

Everything that Branch has been working for is gone. He tried so hard to be the most-loved troll in the village, to be colorful, to be perfect. It was all for nothing. And it's all the Rock Trolls' fault

and then yeah things happen and Barb ends racism :D (can you tell I'm getting tired)

And we still have the third movie :')

So y'all know for the third movie that Branch is the one that gets kidnapped and BroZone plus Poppy and Creek tag along to save him. Meanwhile Branch is sad because he thinks no one is going to come for him because he believes no one will want anything to do with him after the events of World Tour :(

oh how very wrong he is

[a-decent-human-being5]

My Thoughts and Opinions on all the Season One Drawtectives Witnesses Because I Just Finished Rewatching it

(Spoilers under the cut btw)

Buzz: Yeah his design is adorable the drawtectives are completely valid to just melt the second he comes on screen. I adore his voice and the fact that he doesn’t really talk that much, very fun contrast with the cute design. His crush on Dr. Fontaine is also incredibly cute glad they got to sit next to each other at Huck E. Heese. Wish I could eat some of his food but that’s kinda how I feel about all fictional chefs cause I like good food.

Don Jovi: What a name. I remember when I first watched the show I didn’t like him very much because he was the first witness to say “well you gotta earn the clue about the murder” but all things considered they’re chill. I don’t have many thoughts on them though other than the fact that it’s funny how even he finds the crew’s love for Buzz to be a bit much.

Avis Smythe: He obviously didn’t do it but I absolutely feel like he would kill for his son, even though he doesn’t actually know his age lol. Idk he just defends Ogalvy as a good kid so much, despite how blatantly obvious of a troublemaker he is, that I absolutely could see him killing for him if it came to that. Which brings me to yeah in terms of being a good dad he probably should set more boundaries but I love that he just lets Ogalvy do basically whatever weIl also swearing up and down that he’s such a good boy. I get why he was chosen as the fall guy but I also love that the crew went the complete opposite direction with it of “well it couldn’t be Avis cause he’s so nervous he’d probably just tell us if he did it”. However that does always make me wonder how he was able to be a good mole in his job. Also I didn’t say it yet but for him and Ogalvy both the designs are amazing. The reveal that they aren’t actual bird people is iconic. I love how their designs still perfectly match the masks like I would expect no one else under those masks you know.

Ogalvy Smythe: He’s such a little chaotic troublemaker of a kid I absolutely adore it. The fact that this child is not just a thief but a dedicated thief is amazing. Like he’s actively getting so upset when he realizes that there were expensive jewels in this house that someone who’s not him already stole. It’s perfect. He’s also Such a funny character like his lines are iconic and consistently had me laughing. It’s just that complete accurate bluntness that a 5 or something year old has. I don’t want to repeat myself too much but it should be said just how good his design is. Like he is just an egg and I love that for him. It’s not that important and makes sense but I do appreciate just how fitting the cartoon characters he assigned to each of the drawtectives are. Like yes Rosé gets hot lady, York gets hot guy, and Grendan gets dog, perfect. Also speaking of the drawtectives I love how they all eventually came around on him. And of course you can’t talk about Ogalvy without talking about his bond with Rosé. It’s adorable love these thief buddies love that Rosé takes him under her wing despite the fact that she’s trying to get out of that lifestyle. I love it all. Rosé asking what all he stole to try and see if he has the jewels is both a very smart move on her end and such a cute little bonding moment. Plus that gave us all the iconic line of “the hearts and minds of the people”. Overall I just absolutely love Ogalvy he’s probably my second favorite witness and despite his criminal tendencies, or let’s be honest here do in large part to them, he’s such a fun and charming character.

Faucon: Coolest person ever. I love how laid back she is it can sometimes be very funny just how chill she is about absolutely everything. Like just how cool she is was something so refreshing that it was almost comical. Love how she inspired Grendan to change up his name for the first time that’s pretty cool. Even though the name change is just a joke at that point Faucon is still just so supportive of it like it’s real sweet to see. Objectively she’s just the down to earth celebrity but she’s so good at being it you know. She’s cool and understanding while also not down playing her fame. I feel like most down to earth celebrities in fiction fall into a trap of just disregarding or not really liking their fame but that’s not really Faucon. She might be chill and not actively bringing up her status as a celebrity but she still loves her music and her band and if her interactions with the drawtectives is anything to go off of her fans too. She is truly just so nice and supportive about like absolutely everything. Even for something simple like Grendan not knowing many songs her immediate response is, that’s fine and you shouldn’t feel like you have to lie about it. Ended up loving her a lot more than I previously did upon rewatch.

Harper Justice: A lot of people love Harper but I’m not one of those people. I get why other’s like her so much but I am York in this situation. Her spoiled contradictions in her morals upset me. I also can’t stand how she didn’t give them any clues at the end of it. I do like her a lot more in the one shot stream where she’s less drunk and angry, plus giving her a pet that she loves immediately makes her more endearing. This post is only really about season one though so as it stands I still don’t really like her. I hope that her and her mom get closer after she tells her the truth about her past though. I just think it would be nice especially since they’re the only members of the justice family that are left.

Sam Ug: Sam gives us a lot of interesting information after Grendan uses their power on her. I really think her past as a criminal is intriguing especially in relation to Sorin giving her a second chance and her not really trusting people because of her past. Love that she’s based on a dragon and the cigarette representing the smoke is a cool choice. Kinda unrelated to her as a character but her drawing prompt is one of my absolute favorites in season one. It’s just so funny to watch the crew explain photoshop actions in traditional art wording as everyone is just sitting there like damn you really brought your whole ass art kit here tonight huh Grandma. Overall though I think she’s interesting and her past has some cool implications about how she is currently.

Emery Justice: Emery is a horrible evil dad killer we know this, however sense we do know this it can be a little fun to watch him upon rewatch. Like seeing him so quickly agree with any witness the drawtectives propose. Watching him talk up how strong the person must of had to be to overpower his dad. How he out the gate says he wants to help catch whoever is responsible for his father’s death. Like I don’t really like Emery and he’s probably my least favorite witnesses of this season, but sense he is the murder he can also be kinda interesting for that reason.

Susan Fontaine: She’s very sweet and very proficient in her field of work which I respect. She’s actually so sweet that it catches the crew completely off guard, which is pretty funny to watch considering they’re so not used to someone being so agreeable and easy to work with. I think it’s cute how she knows most celebrities because of the interns at her job like it’s just kinda sweet. To me her listening to her interns about casual stuff kinda just shows her caring nature even outside of this case. Also I already said it when talking about Buzz but they’re pretty cute together. Them sitting at Huck E. Heese is adorable. Yeah she’s nice and sweet but I honestly don’t have many thoughts about her outside of that.

Llarm Alasa: My favorite witnesses. He is fashionable for one like the outfit is just great. I completely forgot that he opened it up with the drawing prompt immediately but I kinda love it. It kinda feels like a fun contrast to Dr. Fontaine who gave them all the information up front and then asked for a drawing after just for fun. I don’t know if this was at all intentional but it sure works out nicely with their episodes being back to back. Him just wanting to do something by getting into the drawing challenge dose makes sense though cause as he says he’s been in this room for ever. Also he’s so incredibly tired which again is completely fair considering he’s the last witness and had to just sit in this room for 10 hours. And all this on the same night that one of his best friend died like that sucks so much. He’s so clearly not doing well right now given the whole situation so he tries to distract himself with invention ideas so he doesn’t have to think about it. He basically says this himself. He also brings up how he tends to bury himself in his work to distract from his personal problems which just has me sitting there like bud that’s an awful coping strategy. I’m just glad that at the end of it though the drawtectives give him a new thing for him to think about with whether or not anyone there has been an animatronic the whole time. Also can I just say that his response of “that would be amazing” to that thought is so funny. Like given the witnesses track record you think he would just say it sounds stupid or something but no, to him that idea is cool as hell. It’s just so endearing and speaking of things that make him endearing, I’m great at segways I know, I love him for being a cat owner. Plus it’s a black cat that’s named after something he really enjoys which appeals to me specifically as someone who also has a black cat that was named after something I enjoyed. It is a slight upset that he doesn’t show the crew any cat photos but like he comes around in the end by telling them to follow his Binstagram so I won’t hold it against him. Honestly the only real slight I have against him is that you can not go around picking up obvious murder weapons off the floor my guy. Like do I kinda respect him for not really trusting the bumbling idiots that are the B team cops? Yes. Do I think that could be an interesting thing to think about considering he was Sorin’s close friend and wanting an important piece of evidence to be taken care of properly kinda shows a weird sense of care for him? Also yes. But do I think it was a good move? Absolutely not. At least he eventually trusts to give it to Jancy and the other three. Also I do think he’s mainly trusting Jancy over the drawtectives considering he actively lets out a sigh of relief when she comes in the room. Anyways I’m sorry that I rambled so much about my favorite but I just love him so much he’s literally my favorite witnesses/npc of the entire series.

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 13

anakin x reader

a/n: sorry for the wait!!! i started a summer job and i’ve been hellllllaaaa busy lol- dw tho, im still writing!!

You have a relaxing dinner with Ahsoka until the end of the year approaches

warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, mention of periods, possible pregnancy mention,

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More time passed and you prepped for finals; luckily this year you were able to exempt most of your sit in exams and instead only had one big project and a 20 page thesis due. 

You had been feeling nauseous for the past few days but the 20 page paper’s deadline was looming over you, so it was probably the stress from that. You also hadn’t had much time to eat, so you could also just be hungry. 

You ignored the feeling and went back to typing.

The paper was almost done, only two more pages then you were free for the weekend.. Just two more.

Ring Ring

Ahsoka was calling, you finished the sentence you were on before picking up the phone.

“Hey”

Hey hey! Are you busy tonight?

“I should be free after one more page of this thing”

Damn! Congrats! You've been at that shit since mid terms! I think that deserves celebration!

You laughed, hopefully she wasn’t proposing a party because you weren't quite feeling up to that.

“What do you have in mind?”

I dunno… wanna  just grab take out and eat it by the koi pond? I kinda just want a chill night before I have to start practice for nationals. 

“That sounds wonderful”

Cool! I'll see you at 6:30?

“Sounds good to me!”

Oki bye bye!

The end of the line clicked as she hung up and a small smile settled onto your face; even though you hadn’t known Ahsoka that long, the two of you just clicked and were almost always on the same wavelength.

Some of you wanted to tell her about Anakin, but you just felt like at this point it would add drama to the already stressful end of the year. 

You were seen as the baby of the friend group, so you wouldn’t know how they would feel if you and Anakin officially confirmed the relationship…Also Ahsoka could be a little dramatic at times and you were afraid she would become too involved and make jokes or treat you and Ani differently.

And you had known Anakin long enough to know that those small changes would piss him off and he might accidentally take it out on the relationship.

You got back to your computer when you got a really bad cramp in your abdomen. 

Oh fuck, you hadn’t gotten your period on its normal week so apparently its deciding to come now…great, something else to add to your delightful week.

You finally finished your paper and let out a long groan as you stretched your back. You grabbed your keys and headed down to meet Ahsoka outside the dorms. Once the two of you met up and got your food, you walked to the koi pond on the northern side of campus. 

The sun was setting and the sky was a mixture of beautiful oranges and pinks; you took a seat on the iron bench that overlooked the gardens surrounding the koi pond. 

“This is so nice, I needed to chill,” Ahsoka said, breaking apart the cheap wooden chopsticks that came with her bento box. 

“Yea, I feel ya” you said opening the box of lo mein you ordered. 

“Ya know, I cant believe i’m gonna be graduating in just a few weeks… Like what the actual fuck, I swear I was just a freshman like two weeks ago” Ahsoka baffled as she watched the fish swim laps around the pond. 

“Oh yea, I wanted to get a brunch with all of us next sunday before I have to go to nationals, would you be able to come?” she added.

“Yes! I’d love to” you responded, before remembering that would be one of the last times you would see her before her graduation. 

“I’m going to miss you so much Ahsoka” you said sadly, “Will you keep in touch?”

“Does a fish need water? Of course y/n!” she smiled; “you’re my best girl friend; sure sky guy and Ben are nice, but they're not another girl. And I like Satine alot, but she's older and in a totally different place in life than us, ya know?” 

“Yea, I’m glad we met too” you smiled. 

You conversed over random topics and future plans-

“Do you think you’ll party a lot next year?” she asked you

“Hmm, I don’t think so” 

“Why not? Don’t you wanna find a partner or atleast a hook-up?” She asked, biting down on her last California roll.

“I’m actually pretty content, I think most of my party phase was exhausted freshman and sophomore year” 

“Yea, I get it, I really only kept going out cause the team likes to go to the big parties. Kinda changing topics though, are you interested in anyone this year?”

You froze for a split second before bringing the noodles to your mouth, “Not really, I mean I’ve been seeing this guy off campus, but I wanna keep it on the dl and so does he” you responded (you didn’t have the heart to completely lie to her).

“Ooo, is he cute? How old is he? What's his name? Does he have socials? I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my girl”

“Hah, that's a lot. Umm, I think he's cute, he doesn’t use social media much, and he’s just a bit older” (yeah right, more like twice your age).

“Ok….what's his name?” she asked again, a devious grin on her face.

You smiled and looked away, “Ahsoka, I love you, but I can't tell you, I promised him we’d keep it under wraps… He’s a very private person” 

“Do I know him?” she definitely was gonna guess it if she kept at the questions.

You took all the power you could to construct a final lie, “no, I met him on a dating app”.

“Oh, never mind I guess, I’m happy for you!”

Phew.

You were not practiced in lying.

“Thanks, I really like him… I think I may be in love…I’ve never felt this way before” you smiled. 

“That’s amazing, y/n. Will I meet him some day?”

“Of course” 

The rest of dinner was pleasant, until your stomach started hurting again.

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, I think I'm just gonna get my period soon” you said.

“Wait, shouldn’t you have gotten it like two weeks ago?”

Huh?

“Yea, remember, we’re kind of synced, You’ve been starting yours half way through my cycle since like September”

“Oh, I think it's just late from the stress”

“Hopefully so” she laughed, “Wouldn’t want that mystery man to have knocked you up”. 

She was joking, but something in you became worried… it had been a long time since your last period… and you and Anakin had been pretty busy…but wait

Anakin couldn’t have kids. 

The doctors said so.

But what if…

You shook the thoughts from your head and asked Ahsoka if she would come with you to the drug store to pick up some tums for the stomach ache.

She went off to go look at the shampoo because she needed some more and you sneaked off to grab a pregnancy test.

While you were in line you decided to update your boyfriend on the night’s conversation

“Hey babe, just fyi Ahsoka was asking about who i was seeing so i lied and said a guy from tinder, just wanted to lyk”

In no time your phone buzzed

Alright, thanks for covering, have a good night princess.

“Goodnight my love”

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The week went by and you only had the project to finish. Most of your academic stress was subsided, but your personal stress grew by the day.

You hadn't opened the pregnancy test you got last week… you couldn’t bring yourself to.

or

Maybe it was because you hadn't had time…

oh who were you kidding? 

You were scared. 

But if you were pregnant, you should probably find out soon. Right?

Right.

You went into the bathroom and locked the door.

This was it.

The moment of truth.

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a/n: so this ch was more of a filler to get to the next few chapters…. the plot is thickening and i hope your interest stays!! ty again for reading :)

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[ultrainfinitepit]

🫂 & 🧠 for Sam :)?

I'll use my other protagonist Mick as the second character for these prompts :))

🫂- How has your relationship changed recently?

While they will always get on each other's nerves, they secretly care about each other and want (what they think) is the best for each other.

Sam will always some resentment for how Mick treated him in the past, and he hates being told what to do by Mick. But Mick has proven he's changed, he understands Sam's motivations now, and has helped Sam a lot recently - so Sam can't be too mad at him. There's part of him that wishes they could've gotten along from the beginning. Sam considers Mick a brother-in-arms and his friend, he loves him like family - and with not too much prodding would admit it. It sends chills down his spine to say it out loud though.

Mick however will only ever admit similar sentiments to make Sam look ungrateful, even if it's truly what he feels, in fact what he's felt for a while. In the past he was cavalier about Sam's lives and deaths, but is now much more protective of him. He regrets a lot of his poor treatment of Sam but feels there's no way to fix it and they can only move forward.

🧠- What’s your best memory with them? Worst?

Mick's worst memory with Sam: When Sam's adoptive nephilim sister Lucifer began to corrupt the angels, Mick was forced to stop her. And Lucy's most ardent guard was her brother Sam. Not only did Mick have to put down Lucy, who was just a child, but Sam as well - who was not much older and had been twisted by Lucy's magic into a horrifying monster. While Mick killed them both, he could hear Sam's song in his mind: an anguished, confused screeching, pleading with Mick not to do this - they both loved Lucy so much. That horrible death song would echo for lifetimes after in Mick's mind.

Mick's best memory with Sam: Sometime after the rather traumatic birth of Mick's daughter, Sam visits with an offering of beer. He pulls Mick aside and the two of them sit in the fire escape, smoking and drinking, while Sam recalls various stories of his own babies. Mick had been so caught up in trying to take care of Talia and Vivian and having no clue what he was doing, he didn't have time to think about what might happen next, that they all might even make it through this. But hearing Sam's stories of his own mishaps and how he and Zipporah made it through them, made Mick think it might actually be possible. And it was the first time in many weeks that Mick had been able to just breathe, and even laugh! In that moment he saw Sam had really grown up, and was very proud of him, and grateful for his company.

Sam's worst memory with Mick: I could write about one of Sam's many deaths by Mick's hands here - or perhaps the agonizing wait outside Theo's study while Mick and Zipporah met and spoke for the first time, Sam wondering if it would turn into a fight for their lives. I could even write about Lucy's death. But instead I will write about a memory that in the grand scheme of things is not so bad, but has stuck with Sam the longest as one of his worst moments.

In the few years they lived together, Mick started getting into a new hobby involving building little miniature models. Sam thought it was kind of silly but didn't care much what Mick did as a hobby, so long as they stayed out of each other's way. One day for some stupid reason he can't remember anymore, Sam was mad at Mick and in a careless mood, and wrecked Mick's little table where he kept his models and supplies. Sam felt a bit bad about it immediately but, Mick had never cared about "human stuff" before so surely this wouldn't be a big deal.

However it was. Mick blew up at Sam, way more than in any previous incident in this lifetime. Mick yelled that he barely had anything for himself and what little he did have, Sam just ruined. Sam could have sworn tears were in his eyes, he had never seen Mick so upset, he didn't even know he could cry. Then abruptly, Mick stopped. He was calm as he shoved all his supplies into the trash. Sam felt horrible, he still feels horrible when he remembers that. He didn't think to apologize at the time and now feels it's too late to bring it up. He realized that those models were more than just models to Mick, they were an expression of what little free will, wonder, emotion, humanity he had. And Sam watched Mick throw that all away because of him.

Sam's best memory with Mick: Again I could choose any number of poignant and significant memories for this, but instead I'll choose a sillier one that Sam likes to remember.

In the few years before they lived together, Sam and Mick engaged in various adventures out west. One day they found a "renowned monster hunter" who even made big claims about having trophy wings from hunted angels in his collection (fake but even still, just the insinuation rubbed Sam and Mick the wrong way).

After being restrained in their dealings with this hunter for far too long, Sam chomping at the bit to beat him up all the while, Mick finally snapped too and even held the hunter while Sam got to punch him. In that moment they were perfectly on the same wavelength. Mick even admitted that Sam was right about hating the guy from the start! It makes Sam satisfied to think about even now.

[xxmoonch1ldxx]

UwU could you write an ianthony fic about them standing on that faithful balcony and Ian suggests buying Smosh? Then we hear Anthony's inner monologue bursting into actual speech, going on a long rant about how he's thought about it for months(years)(ever since or even before he quit lmao) and being SO excited? Ian being like, "chill, bruh". But loving it too. And they stay up talking way into the morning. Just being so excited and their friendship really clicking again. UWUUUUU that would be so wonderful UWUUUUUU

I am sorry as this is not my best work, but I tried to do this prompt justice 😌 Our boys deserve to be happy <3

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Ian felt a weird sense of déjà-vu as he gratefully accepted the beer that Anthony was handing him.

They were hanging out on Anthony's deck, the sun shining nicely on his skin and the wind slightly waving his curls left and right. Ian was hit with a wave of nostalgia about the young adult he had once lived with, them outside in their backyard and hanging out around a poorly-made campfire. Anthony always claimed that doing it old-style was better, trying to chaffe the rocks in vain until he would just bring paper and a lighter. It happened every time, and Ian never failed to laugh at his best friend. 

He missed the young, stupid boy he had been best friends with. But then again, it was mostly nostalgia, because against all odds, he and Anthony were outside on his deck and laughing together just like they used to. This ‘new’ Anthony was different, sweeter but still as funny and hard-working. Ian didn’t hate this. He certainly didn’t hate going to dinner with him and talking with him until the sunrise, that same magic in the air that used to sweep them off their feet when they were younger.

Ian knew he had his best friend back and he couldn’t be more grateful for that. Still, there was something missing in his life.

A magic he hadn’t felt in over a decade when he stood inside the Smosh building. A magic he had bits of with his crew, but that could never quite compare.

Nobody truly did compare. And if Anthony had welcomed him inside yet again this month, was sharing a beer with him and laughing just as hard as he did when they were teenagers…

Maybe Ian could be brave. They did promise each other to be more open. The worst he could be told was no.

Or so, he hoped. But still.

“Hey, man…” 

Anthony hummed. Ian's heart was in his throat.

“What if we…What if we bought back Smosh?” 

Anthony's mouth fell agape for a second. His own heart was beating inside his chest so hard he wondered if he had hallucinated the words.

“Are you…Are you, like, for real?” He eventually asked after a moment of silence, his mind already overheating with thoughts.

For a long time, he had dreamed of buying back Smosh, owning their company back and being able to do what they truly wanted. In the last years, that was all he could think about, the only solution to not let their baby crash down. Yet, seeing as this was not possible, he had come to resent Smosh for a couple of years after he left. Telling himself that nostalgia was the only thing making him fond of those times, because truly, Smosh hadn't been what it was back when they started for a pretty long time. Anthony had this ache in his chest every time he saw the company he had created and especially the man with whom he had created it with.

Then, Anthony had stumbled upon a Smosh rabbit hole while scrolling on tiktok. Days where the only thing he did when he had free time was to look back at their old content, their sketches and the gaming videos. Days where he laughed genuinely at the antics he and his once-had-been best friend had imagined and done, days of intensely missing the man who had once been the most important person in his life.

Then, they had reconnected. Thanks to Diana, he had been able to sit next to Ian and freely talk to him, joke with him for what felt like a few mere seconds but had lasted hours. His chest had felt tight but light once had come back home, Ian's number in his phone and ideas spinning in his mind already.

They did not ease down the more time he and Ian spent together. All he could think about was the nights they spent writing and laughing until they couldn't breathe, the better and funnier stuff they could do together now that they were more mature. For the first time in what felt like forever, Anthony had this lightness in his chest at the mere idea of spending time with Ian, a permanent smile on his lips that reminded him so strongly of the magic they could create together back then. He had found his best friend again, and he wanted nothing more than to keep making him laugh and create with him until the wee hours of the morning.

“I mean, that was just an idea,” Ian answered quietly, fiddling with his fingers. There was a palpable anxiety in his tone, but it was earnest. 

Ian wanted them to own Smosh again. Together.

They could do so many things. They could write sketches again! New, original sketches! And they could probably use a membership or something in order not to censor everything, and they could even reconstruct the old smosh house! The press-alike studio had tons of empty spaces Anthony knew he could use for that!

“Dude!” Anthony jumped up, his face lightening up with the biggest smile. “I was just thinking about this! I've thought about that for years, man, ever since we started losing control over our scripts. We could write new sketches! They'd be even funnier and better since we have more experience, and we could even use the rest of my studios for a new Smosh house, it'd be so cool! We could redo the CD wall, it looked so dope! And we could even launch new contents, I've got sooo many ideas, I've thought about it for months! And then we could use a membership or something to not get demonetized, you know, but I'm sure it'd work! Oh My God, imagine if we worked on a new Food Battle? It'd be so fun! We'd need to find a new food but I'm sure it could be dope, and we could even ask Ryan and Brian to participate! Oh! What if we made an announcement video and your mom was in it? That'd be so cool, dude!”

Ian's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched Anthony gesticulate and pace back and forth when he spoke. The train of his thoughts didn't seem to stop, and Ian wasn't even sure he understood everything he was saying, considering how fast Anthony was talking. Yet, the man looked overjoyed, excited in a way Ian hadn't seen in years. His eyes were shining with joy, something else delightful to watch come to life. Ian was having kind of a whiplash for a second; Anthony was in front of him, jumping with any idea that ran through his mind, his curls bouncing as he moved and his combat boots stomping on the ground echoing loudly. 

He was like a little kid who had just been told he was going to Disney Land. A little kid with tattoos trailing up to his neck and heavy rings on his fingers. 

Anthony might have changed, in the few years they were apart, but at his core, he was still the same. His smile still shined so bright the sun could be jealous, and his eyes still sparkled with an intensity Ian had never witnessed anybody else possess.

His chest felt heavy with feelings, with emotions. 

“Holy shit, Anthony, chill,” Ian exclaimed. The expression painted on his face looked weirded out, but Anthony could see the little hopeful smile that stretched his lips.

“C'mon, dude, wouldn't that be soooo cool? We could do so many things! I even received an armory last week and I can't do anything with it, since I do interviews, but we could so use that in a sketch, it'd be so fucking dope!”

And there he was gone again, blabbering endlessly about ideas Ian was only half following. However, there was still that smile on his lips, one that could only grow as he felt Anthony's joy radiate in waves over him.

Anthony was right. All of that would be so cool. They could do so many cool things now that Ian was also excited about.

He had no idea how they would go on about this, or if their writing chemistry still really existed, but he believed in it. He was ready to try, ready to see what was possible and to fight to have his best friend back by his side. Ian was ready to try whatever he could do to make their vision come true, and even if he didn't know where he was going, he was fine with Anthony by his side. That was all he really needed.

“A new food battle would be pretty cool. But I'm not sure anything can beat my pink frosted donut, you should know that.”

Anthony gasped. “Excuse me? I've beat you like, three times. I could do it again.”

“Three times? Dude, you only won once. Don't be so delusional.” 

Ian's laugh was cheerful, one that made Anthony's heart soar in that familiar way it did whenever they were together. God, he had missed that feeling. 

“Okay, well, I could win this year. I'm sure. You don't know what I'm capable of!”

Ian thought that, indeed, there were still a few things he was unaware of when it came to this new version of his best friend. He was okay with that; they had all the time in the world to learn everything about each other again, to love and experiment. Ian was eager to know everything, already.

Eager enough to spend the entire night outside, throwing ideas left and right and laughing until they were rolling on the floor. And as the sun rose, Ian couldn't help but feel his heart fluttering in his chest. His best friend truly was back. They were going to own Smosh again, together against the world; or at least, that was what he hoped.

With Anthony by his side, nothing seemed impossible.

[in-need-of-gally-content]

|Chapter•Thirty•Five|

•|Masterlist|•

The following days went by quite normally, weirdly enough. (M/n) found himself exchanging smiles and waves with the Sloppers more and more often, and whilst they weren't friends, they were on good-ish terms, and thankfully, it seemed like Lucas was able to understand his perspective, as he had completely changed his behaviour and had been trying to be a good guy.

Which continued to weird (M/n) out whenever it happened.

But thankfully, as these few days went by, (M/n) felt, for the first time, like he belonged in the Glade and was treated as another dude stuck in this place and he was glad.

One thing he had been able to do pretty easily was become closer to Ty, who had become Chuck's friend. He got to know the guy and realized he was actually a nice dude and quite on the younger side, which explained why he got along with Chuck easier than with the rest, and why it was hard for him to stand up to Stan and the others.

Ty had apologized to him for lying about having seen him hurting Peter, but (M/n) understood it wasn't his fault and explained how he didn't have any kind of grudge against him.

And now, on the next Box day, (M/n) was sitting outside on the grass, enjoying a small break while Chuck and Ty played for a while. Gally was gone for the moment, he had something to discuss with Alby apparently, and well, (M/n) wasn't a Keeper so he wasn't allowed to know, at least not yet.

He was mindlessly petting Bark, who had made himself comfortable on his lap and basked in the warm sunlight for a while, when Ty and Chuck approached them, chuckling and drying the sweat off their faces, it seemed like they had fun which brought a smile to his face, and watched as they sat down in front of him.

"Had fun?" They nodded and their hair bounced around at how effusive they were about it, "Here," he reached for his water bottle, which was in the shade and handed it over to them, who drank over half of it as if it was oxygen. (M/n) chuckled and shook his head from side to side.

"(M/n), can I ask you something?" He looked at Ty, who stared back at him with curiosity-filled eyes.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Why do you look different than the rest of us?" Well... That was the question he least expected, "Did something happen to you?" (M/n) stayed quiet as he wondered how to explain this in a way that made sense and wasn't too difficult to comprehend.

However, he found himself mumbling his response, "I guess I was just... Born in the wrong body, Ty," was all he could say.

He watched as both guys in front of him frowned, and Ty seemed to be analysing his words.

"Like... A guy trapped in a girl's body?" He showed them a small smile, and nodded slowly, muttering a quiet 'yeah...' in response, "Can you go back to your real body?"

Ty's question sounded so genuine and innocent, that it made his smile grow, "Unfortunately, I can't, I'm stuck with this body until the day I die," Chuck looked at (M/n), a pout forming on his lips as he crawled closer and wrapped his chubby arms around (M/n).

"I'm sorry you have to live like that, (M/n)," his words made a knot grow in his throat, his eyes filling with tears, the ones he blinked away and tried to ignore the feeling in his chest, making breathing slightly more difficult than usual.

"It's okay, Chuck."

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A couple of hours later, the small bonfire was being lit, and like always, (M/n) was sitting by the fire, Gally glued to his side, his arm wrapping around his shoulders.

They were sitting on the grass, their back resting against the logs while staring far into the darkness of the Glade, facing away from the bonfire.

Everything felt nice. The sounds of their friends eating and joking around behind them, the subtle chirp of crickets, the crackling of the wood in the fire as it burned, the slightly chill breeze brushing their skin, it all felt relaxing and made them feel at peace.

"I feel like I'm home," Gally's voice broke the silence between them, coming out in a low and raspy whisper, successfully catching (M/n)'s attention.

He looked at Gally for a few seconds, just observing his profile being framed by the fire, almost making him appear as if he was glowing, "You don't want to get out of here?"

Slowly, Gally turned to look at (M/n), holding their eye contact, "I do, but every place will feel like home if I'm with you, (M/n)..."

His skin got covered in goosebumps at Gally's words, and he shifted in place, getting just a little bit closer to the blond, staring into his eyes, noticing his pupils blown wide, covering the majority of his green irises. He leaned closer and rested his head on Gally's shoulder, the stillness between them returning for a couple of minutes.

"Bean?" But once again, Gally broke that silence, a hesitant tone in his voice.

"Yeah?" He mumbled, his voice dropping lower than usual.

He felt Gally's arm move, and soon, his hand reached to touch his face, his warm fingertips gracing his chilly skin, at that action, (M/n) looked up slightly, staring into each other's eyes once again, observing the subtle details of the other's face.

"Gally," the blond hummed and (M/n) realized they were slowly inching closer, his (e/c) eyes trailing down to stare at Gally's lips, "I don't think I'll be able to stop if we kiss," he said in a breathy whisper, his hand gripping onto the fabric of his pants.

"Then we don't have to stop."

Like that, they began inching closer, this time with no intention to stop. They could feel their breaths mixing and they began to slowly close their eyes. They were so close to each other, just a little more and then-

"(M/n)!" The cheerful sound of Chuck's high-pitched voice broke the moment, "Look! Look what I made!" He sighed and backed away from Gally, hearing subtle laughter behind them, so he turned to take a look.

All the Builders -their friends-, were looking straight at him and Gally, obviously having witnessed their moment and how it was broken. They had silently agreed to keep quiet and not interrupt them, realizing just how much they've ruined an intimate moment between those two, and deciding to just let fate play itself, but Chuck...

"What is it, little man?" (M/n) shifted his body around until he was mostly kneeling on the grass, holding his weight on the log with his elbows.

Excitedly, Chuck put his hand out, showing his newest wood carving. It looked like the best out of many attempts at a cute little dog. It seemed to be a replica of Bark.

"Oh~, it looks so good, Chuck," (M/n) gently grabbed it and looked at it from every angle. It was certainly cute, and he definitely forgave Chuck for interrupting, he probably didn't even realize what he did anyway, he was so happy about what he had created and he wanted to show it to him, so he couldn't get mad at the little man.

Not when his flushed face displayed that wide and adorable smile of his.

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The following day went by pretty nicely, or at least until lunchtime. The weather had become scorching hot, so Alby had called a day off for everyone or, to at least, take as many breaks as they needed.

What an attentive Leader they had, truly.

Well, at the moment, (M/n) and Gally were just enjoying a walk around the Deadheads, as it was usually the coolest place in the Glade whenever they had a hot day, and they were humming a song together while simply enjoying the other's company.

(M/n) had been picking a few flowers he saw around, mostly dandelions as there were quite a few around, and was keeping ahold of them in his left hand while bouncing around in rhythm with the song, Gally was just there to have a peaceful time, occasionally glancing back just to see the (h/c) haired having fun in his own head.

They walked a few more minutes, ending up near one of the creeks, and that's when (M/n) spotted something on the ground.

Well, more like it spotted him and caught his attention, since whatever it was reflected the sunlight directly into his eyes.

Because of that, he blinked repeatedly for a few seconds and looked toward it, avoiding getting blinded again. He took a few steps forward and crouched down, spotting the shiny stone still reflecting the sunlight and he picked it up.

It was a really pretty stone, especially the weirdly nice heart shape it was, it had a stripe pattern and it was a green-blue-ish combination, it looked very much like... Gally's eyes.

He kept a tight grip on it and slightly jogged toward Gally was as he hadn't really stopped, too busy humming the same song over and over again, "Hey, look," (M/n) called out to the blond as he came to stop next to him, opening his hand so Gally could look at it, "Isn't it pretty?"

Gally turned to look at him, and stared down at (M/n)'s hand, "Woah, where did you find it?"

He gently held (M/n)'s hand and lifted it, bringing it closer to look at it closely, quite fascinated by it.

"The sun reflected off of it and it blinded me, so it was more like it found me," both chuckled at his words and (M/n) looked at Gally, he was still looking at the stone and he seemed to really like it.

"It's so pretty."

"Yeah, I know..." Little did Gally know that (M/n) wasn't talking about the stone, his stare locked on him. "You can keep it," he muttered and Gally finally looked back at him.

They made eye contact immediately and (M/n) noticed how his pupils were blown wide and his face began colouring pink.

"Really?" He quietly asked.

"Yes, it's a pretty rock so... You should keep it," (M/n) watched how Gally grabbed it and observed it a little more, before beginning their walk once more, fidgeting with the stone in his hands.

The remaining hours of the day went just like that, Gally kept fidgeting with the stone, occasionally putting it in his pocket for short periods of time, but he mostly just held it.

He would inspect it just in case, making sure it didn't crack in any way and that it was in perfect condition. He had considered making a necklace with it, but was scared about completely breaking it if he tried to make some sort of hole in it, so he was really debating whether he wanted to do it or not.

And that's why he stayed up late, wrapping the stone in rope and fabric, making it a sort of secure pocket for it, as a way to protect it, covering every inch of it. He wrapped and tied the rope around it in a way that would hold it in place and wouldn't slip off, before carefully hanging it around his neck, and finally, lying down on his bed, getting ready to sleep for the remaining hours of the night.

//////

A few days after, (M/n) found himself helping Chuck get the stuff ready for the next greenie who was coming up the next day.

"Alright, little man, we're done here," he said as he finished tying the last knot of the hammock in the tree trunk and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "You're ready to give the new greenie their tour?" Chuck nodded and placed the new sheet on top of the hammock, "Remember the rules?"

"Yes, sir," he saluted, making (M/n) chuckle. He looked cute yet silly.

"Hey, wanna help me with something?" He asked Chuck while dusting his hands on his pants, the curly-haired boy nodded, "Alright, come on."

He turned around and together they began making their way into the Deadheads, Chuck realized they were heading toward (M/n)'s treehouse and he wondered what it could be that he needed help with.

"Wait here," quietly, he stood in place as he watched the older male making his way up the ladder and inside the room, a minute or two went by and then he walked out, holding a bunch of flowers in his hands, "Okay... I keep having issues making these damn flower crowns, so I needed the extra hands."

"Who are they for?" Chuck asked as (M/n) sat on the ground, signalling him to do the same, which he did.

"Well, I was thinking of making three, you know... For you, for Gally and me, but this might be too many," (M/n) placed the flowers on a small piece of fabric he brought with him and grabbed a couple of dandelions, "It took me a while to figure out the best way to make them without breaking it apart, let me show you."

He taught Chuck how to intertwine the stems of the flowers and secure them in place, and Chuck soon found himself enjoying this moment with (M/n), agreeing to make each other's flower crowns and work together to get Gally's done.

And speaking off, the blond had been walking around the Glade trying to find those two but no one knew where they were, so he took a chance and went to look for them in (M/n)'s room...

Yep, there they were.

"Damn, I've been looking for you two..." He announced his presence as he approached them, and he instantly caught notice of both flower crowns sitting atop their heads while working as a team to finish a third one, even Bark was wearing one, "What are you doing?"

(M/n) briefly looked up and smiled before continuing to wrap the dandelions around the each other, "Your crown."

Gally stayed silent for a couple of seconds, processing what he just heard, "My crown?"

Both Chuck and (M/n) nodded, finally finishing putting the last flower together and they stood up with a cheerful 'yeah!'.

"Okay, come here," Gally didn't move as (M/n) approached him, staring at the flower crown in his hands, "Big guy," he lifted both arms as a way to make Gally lean down, which he did with a subtle roll of his eyes.

"...whatever," slowly, the crown was placed on his head and (M/n) proceeded to pick strands of his hair to make him look better, he guessed.

"Now we're all pretty," Chuck said with a wide smile on his face, making both older males laugh at his words.

"You're damn right, little man."

Well... No one in the Glade dared comment on Gally's flower crown, although... Maybe Mikah and Alec did, as they asked (M/n) to make one for them as well, to which Doug complained that he also wanted one.

//////

(M/n) tossed and turned in his room, a frown appearing on his frown as his mind showed him images once again.

This time, he was lying down on something cold and hard, probably a gurney, and he was tied down, he was squirming and struggling but couldn't free himself no matter how hard he tried to, he could actually feel his skin burning as the rough fabric around his wrists rubbed on his skin too harshly.

He had no idea where he was, but it appeared to be some sort of medical lab.

Before he could keep looking around him, he heard something to his right and saw a body approaching. It was blurry, as if his eyes had just lost focus suddenly, and that person loomed over him.

"This is for your own good, (M/n)..." That was a voice... He recognized that voice.

The same guy? Again? Who is he?

"Erasing my memories isn't for anyone's good except WICKED's! Thomas, let me go!" He exclaimed angrily at him, fighting the restraints on his arms and legs.

"I... I can't do it, (M/n)... You'll understand soon," he felt Thomas' hand reach up to his head, moving his hair away from his face, and he groaned, shaking his head to avoid his touch.

That's when he noticed someone else was in the room, this person wasn't a man, it was-

"You're taking too long," a female voice echoed in the cold room, and she took something out of Thomas' hand.

"Wait, Teresa-!"

A stinging pain was all he felt, making him groan in pain at how sudden it was, successfully waking him up.

He sat up abruptly, his hand reaching up to his neck where he could still the needle piercing his skin, and he looked around frantically, startled, but soon realizing it was just a dream and he was safe in the Glade.

He messed his hair a bit and reached over to pull his curtains open. The sky was beginning to clear, but it was definitely still late.

He sighed and rested his back against the wall, rubbing his face and groaning in frustration, "Who the shuck are they?"

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Breakfast was a little tense for (M/n), but all the guys at the table were loud and funny enough to distract him from the images of his dream, however the memory kept replaying in his mind, but he still tried his best to enjoy the rest of the day.

He spent the morning doing some work and helping Chuck "rehearse" his tour and speech to the new greenie coming up, only being interrupted when lunch was called.

It went past just like morning did, only this time he found himself engaging in conversation with his friends, and now, it was time to wait for the Box with the new greenie, which was taking longer than usual.

(M/n) took a quick detour to his room and grabbed his journal and camera, before making a beeline to the watchtower.

Getting comfortable on his spot, he opened his journal and began writing on it, words appearing on the blank paper as he began narrating the dream he had. He felt like putting it in words could help him understand what it meant or why he had it, maybe even find out who these people were. It just hadn't left his mind, and he would remember it all the moment he became distracted.

Now, there was an addition to 'Thomas' now, another name, "Teresa..." Something about that name made him frown and squirm uncomfortable on his spot, but the sudden sound behind him caught his attention and he couldn't think about it anymore.

He looked over his shoulder, slightly turning his body around, Gally was there, his head poking out through the open hatch.

"You're coming here more often," (M/n) watched how Gally squinted at the bright sunlight, a small smile on his face, letting him know he wasn't mad or judging him for being in the tower.

He sighed and fiddled with his journal, "Yeah... I just need to think," he mumbled while looking down at the writing page.

"About what?" Gally found a more comfortable position, crossing his arms on the wooden floor and resting his chin on the back of his hand.

(M/n) looked at him in complete silence for a moment, before deciding to respond, "About things... From before, you know."

Gally nodded slowly and tilted his head to the side, "You don't wanna tell me."

He found himself almost immediately freaking out internally, but he held it in as he realized the soft smile on Gally's face, and understood that he wasn't mad at him.

"No, I... I do wanna tell you but..." He messed with his hair, anxiously, "I don't even know what half of these things mean, so I didn't wanna rope you into this."

"It's fine, bean, don't worry," (M/n) nodded at Gally's words, trying his best to not let his overthinking mind make him believe that was a lie, "But you know you can tell me anything, right?"

He took a deep breath and smiled at Gally, nodding more convinced this time, "And I will, just... It has to be something important, something significant."

"Something... like?" He stayed quiet for a few seconds, thinking of an example of something important. Like Lucas' being Jansen's son, a man he knew he hated. Or something like saving his life.

Or...

"Does the name... 'Thomas', mean anything to you...?" He finally asked in a whisper, and he watched how Gally's smile faded away from his face.

"You know that name too?"

Before (M/n) could ask Gally what he meant by that, the Box alarm went off in the Glade, catching them off guard.

"Shuck- go, we can talk later," he said to the blond, who reluctantly agreed, hearing the distant shouting of the Builders gathered around the Box.