#my hands are a lot better though so maybe if i just wear gloves...

[i-dared-myself]

Skirt War

Requested by anonymous: Could I req a fic with the stray kids' ninth member being put in a short dress/skirt (you know those that don't look like it'll ride up if you move but it does and its annoying af??) for a performance with a dance dance - that she has to move around a lot and then she keeps trying to pull the skirt down but that piece of shit just keeps going back up. And she spends the whole performance playing tug of war with a bunch of fabric trying not to be indecent and humiliated. And backstage she feels shit bc she couldn’t dance well and looked pathetic and she's disappointed and frustrated and embarrassed and yk. Idk if this is understandable anymore

“Wow, Felix,” you say, “you look really good! The stylists worked really hard with this new set of outfits.”

Felix hums his agreement, adjusting his gloves. “Where’s yours?”

You glance down at yourself. You’re still in your normal clothes. “Ah, they haven’t called me back yet. I think they’re finishing with Seungmin now.”

Felix makes a small sound of understanding, reaching up to touch his hair. He stops himself and drags his hand back down to his side. “Should I dye my hair soon?”

You shrug. “Do you want to? Is your hair even alive at this point?”

You hear someone softly call your name, and turn before you head Felix’s response. A staff member is waving you over as Seungmin and Jisung walk by.

“Looking good,” you compliment them, smiling brightly. You’re excited for what you’ll be wearing for the performance.

So you’re handed the set of clothes that you change into. You don’t even get a chance to look at yourself in a mirror before you’re whisked away for makeup and hair.

You eventually step out, joining the others. It seems as if everyone else has finished with their own styling, and everyone looks great.

There’s one tiny little problem, though.

Your tiny little skirt.

Your shirt is amazing, and you can’t disagree with the fact that you look hot in it. But the skirt is as small as they get. You’re amazed that you’re even allowed to wear it.

You’re fairly certain it’ll stay in place during thr performance, but you really don’t want to take chances. So you do an experimental twirl, heart sinking when the skirt instantly flies up.

Hyunjin recoils when he sees you. “What the-“

“Watch it!” Chan warns, narrowing his eyes. He faces you, eyes widening. “Oh. Oh boy.”

You tug the material down, fiddling with it anxiously. “Is it that bad?”

Jeongin is averting his eyes, which does absolutely nothing to make you feel better. “Nope. It’s totally fine.”

“Did they ask you about this?” Minho frowns deeply, glancing out at the crowd between the curtains. The sound check is almost complete, so you’re running out of time to deal with this.

“No. I wasn’t aware that I’d be wearing this.” Your hands tremble. You feel sick with how short it is. You half believe you’re at risk of your most intimate areas just being on display.

Seungmin grunts a little. “Want my sweater? To tie around your waist?”

You consider it for a moment before shaking your head. “Maybe later. I don’t want it to look like I’m disrespecting the stylists.”

“But it’s fine!” Jisung assures you. “These aren’t our usual stylists, and they don’t know our boundaries.”

“But we also don’t want to start something with this event,” you point out. They stylists had come with the gig, and you didn’t want to disrespect them if you didn’t usually work with them. It might ruin any other opportunities.

“Positions, everyone,” Chan suddenly says. He gives you a pitying look as everyone files into their assigned places. “You’ve got this.”

You’re not as confident as he is, but you force a smile. You tug the skirt down one last time before bounding out onto stage.

The music starts up and you begin to dance. Every movement that involves legs (pretty much all of them) has the skirt flipping up. Felix is behind you for the beginning, and when you catch a glance of his face it’s bright red.

You miss a hand gesture because you’re adjusting the fabric again, and your stomach tumbles. The media is going to have a field day with this. Everyone is going to be talking about how unprofessional you are.

Positions are swapped, and then you’re next to Changbin. He turns his gaze away to be respectful, but it just reinforces the idea in your head that the outfit is bad. That you’re indecent.

You blink back tears as you stumble over yet another move, too busy holding the skirt down to make it to the next spot in time. You’re falling behind, mind focused on your decency and not the dance.

Then your lines come, and your voice cracks. You’re lucky enough that you don’t have to hold your microphone up, because you honestly don’t have a spare hand.

It comes to an end, and you all bow. You walk off stage, perhaps the most humiliated that you’ve ever been.

Changbin loops his arms around you, tying his sweater around your waist. You mutter your thanks and wrench your headset off. 

“Hey.” Chan gently grabs your arm and steers you back to the group. “Let’s talk about it.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You keep your head ducked, gaze locked on the floor. Your throat burns and you’re struggling not to cry.

Jeongin comes up behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder. “I think you did great.”

You shove him away. “Well I didn’t! I sucked because of this stupid skirt! I let it get in my head, and now everyone’s going to be talking about it!”

Minho sits on the ground and takes your hands in his. He gently pulls you down to his lap and lets your cry against his chest. “Yeah, it wasn’t your greatest performance.”

“How is that supposed to help?” Jisung hisses out.

“But Stay loves you no matter what. And if they don’t, they can go suck it.” Minho strokes your hair. 

Chan clears his throat. “I might not have said it in those exact words, but he’s right. And from now on, I’ll make it clear to our managers and staff about our boundaries. Including those that we work with for the first time.”

You hiccup between tears, burying your face further against Minho. “Really?”

Chan hums. “Absolutely. And we have time to change before our next song, so why don’t you go to the stylists again?”

You sniffle and push yourself out of Minho’s grip. Seungmin gives you a reassuring smile as you wander off.

“Excuse me?” you hesitantly say as you approach one of the stylists. “Would it be okay if I got a different skirt? Or maybe some pants?”

He tilts his head, nose wrinkling. “Why? Is there a problem with it?”

“Uh, it’s just that-“ You toy with the material as you try and find the correct words. You don’t want to insult the man. “Dancing in this is very difficult. I don’t feel comfortable in this.”

He smiles mockingly. “Oh, really? Well it’s fine. It’s not even that short.”

“I just danced in it and it didn’t go that well.” You’re aware that you’re running out of time. You need to hurry up. “Can you please just direct me to-“

“Have you considered that maybe it’s just your skill?” he interrupts. He sighs and shakes his head, turning away. “But fine. I could find something else.”

You swallow thickly as you follow him.

Is it actually your own fault? Are you just not a talented enough dancer for these clothes? 

“Is this good enough for you?” The stylist holds up a new set of bottoms, and you wince. It’s even smaller than the one you’re currently wearing.

“Ready yet?” Jisung comes sliding in, eyes widening at the skirt being held up. “Wow, that’s small.”

“Uh, almost,” you weakly tell him.

Jisung’s eyes catch on your face and trembling bottom lip. His arms shoot out to wrap around you, and he pats your back. “It’s okay!”

“Are you wearing this or not?” the stylist snaps. 

“No, she’s not.” Jisung tightens Changbin’s sweater on your waist. “She’s wearing this and we have to go now, since we’re on in less than a minute. But I’ll be telling Bang Chan about you.”

The man pales. Having an idol complain about you was pretty much a death sentence, especially when that idol had as much influence as Stray Kids.

Jisung grabs your hand you the two of you dash out onto stage. You burst out and join the rest of the members, just in time for the music to begin.

This time it goes smoother. The sweater gives enough weight to keep the skirt down, and you’re able to focus on the dance. Your movements are fluid and well-executed, and you know even Hyunjin would be proud.

When you go backstage, you feel mildly more confident. You take a swig of your water bottle as Jisung tells Chan about the stylist.

Jeongin huffs, overhearing the conversation. “What an asshole.”

Seungmin hums his agreement. “A real dick.”

Chan holds up his hands. “Let’s watch the language, everyone. We’re professionals at work.”

Changbin snorts. “Right. If he’s a professional, why did he basically humiliate her?”

Felix hooks an arm over your shoulder. “It’s okay, I bet Minho will screw up soon and everyone will forget about today.”

Minho makes a sound of protest, narrowing his eyes. “Why me?”

Hyunjin wipes the sweat off his forehead. “Relax, it’s just an example.”

Chan calls the stylist over, who appears vaguely nauseated as he steps closer. He bows briefly to Chan before his eyes flick to you for a fraction of a second.

“I heard you had a bit of an issue with one of my members?” Chan blandly asks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry. “Were you the one who put her in that skirt? Were you planning for her to humiliate herself and get kicked out of the industry?”

“Yeah!” Jisung cries out. He’s immediately silenced by Minho.

“S-Sorry,” the man mutters. “I just- I’m sorry.”

“No, no, continue.” Chan arches an eyebrow challengingly. “You just what?”

“Bet he just wanted to see her in it,” Seungmin drawls. “Is that it?���

A bead of sweat rolls down the stylist’s forehead. “Well- It wasn’t that short!”

“Would you feel comfortable wearing it?” Felix chimes in. “Because I thought it was pretty short.”

“Guys,” you say. “Let’s just go home. I’m tired. It’s been a long day.”

“Poor thing.” Hyunjin pats your head. “Wanna eat a whole bunch of ice cream with me?”

“Maybe,” you slyly say, walking with him to the van. You ignore the sounds of Chan still scolding the man. 

“If you ever need my sweater again, just ask.” Changbin comes up from behind you to poke at the fabric of the borrowed clothes. 

“Are we just stealing these?” Jeongin questions once everyone is in the van. Everyone is also still in the performance clothing. 

Chan frowns. “Oops.”

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[beanwaterontherocks]

Stress relief

(Hoshina Soshiro)

Pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x gn!Reader (they/them pronouns) Pt2 Pt3 Summary: You and your platoon were sent to Japan's third division base. You get along well with the vice captain, though sparring with him brings way more stress than it relieves. Warnings: Suggestive language and situations, Kissing, 18+ only My first language isn't english, so mistakes may occur. Word count: 1959

You’d heard stories of Japan’s Defense Force back at home and seeing it in person sure didn’t disappoint. Sixteen whole divisions spread over the country. The Tachikawa base, belonging to the Third Division, was a sight to see. A massive structure full of high-tech weapons and skilled officers. You’d been ordered to help out at the base as a show of goodwill. You and your platoon felt a bit out of place at first, coming from a country with less kaiju attacks and a smaller force. But you and your team were willing to help out in any way you could during missions.

You leaned against the balcony, listening to the happy chatter inside the building. It was good that both teams seemed to be getting along, no doubt helped by the casual ‘welcome party’ you’d been greeted with. You fiddled with your half-empty can of beer, as you let out a breath, maybe you shouldn’t be so nervous about this. 

“There you are Commander, I was wonderin’ where you went off to”, a voice spoke and you turned to face Vice-Captain Hoshina. He smiled at you, an expression he seemed to wear a lot, you smiled back politely. “Are we boring ya?” He asked in a teasing tone. You’d pegged him as a more laid-back guy and you’d been right. 

But looking closer, there was something enigmatic about him. His cheerful grin, charming as it was, didn’t always seem sincere. There was more to him than a joking personality. Your interest was definitely piqued. 

“I just needed some fresh air, though I’m glad they’re all having fun”, you responded, watching as he moved to stand a few feet from you, leaning against the balcony too. “Thanks for the warm welcome, I’m glad you guys are more tight-knit like we are”, you spoke and took a sip of your now lukewarm beer. He looked at you for a moment, before glancing at the party through the window behind him. 

“I guess you could say that, though you shouldn’t get too attached, y’know”, he commented and you hummed in agreement. That much was true, it was an unpredictable and dangerous job and anything could happen at any time. There was something you had to point out though, to get back at his teasing earlier. 

“I think that’s a little hypocritical, Vice-Captain Hoshina”, you said, looking at him with a smile. He seemed a little taken back, crossing his arms. “You care a lot about your division, I can tell, otherwise you wouldn’t let them throw parties or even care to make fun of them”, you continued and finished off your drink. “Plus, it’s better to take the risks among friends than among strangers”, you said as you looked up towards the darkening sky. He tilted his head before opening his mouth and…bursting out laughing. You saw him double over and clutch his stomach as he chuckled. 

“Ya sound like some kind of fantasy character, what’s with that?” He said as he continued to wheeze. Although his laugh was cute to listen to (something you felt embarrassed admitting) you still put a hand over your chest, in mock scandal. You were about to speak up when he looked at you, his smile softer than usual. You felt your cheeks heat up, probably just because of the alcohol. “I hope we can get along!”, he said as he straightened his posture, holding a gloved hand out to you. You took his hand, shaking it firmly as you smiled. 

“Me too”, you responded and let go of his hand. 

“So, I heard you use swords when fighting kaiju”, you spoke up, recalling the documents you’d read before coming here. “You don’t see that often, even though it’s pretty effective”, you said and Hoshina raised an eyebrow. 

“You think so?” He asked, a hand resting on his chin. You nodded and explained how optimal it could be for smaller kaiju. There was a much less messy outcome than with guns and it gave more precision to exploit weak spots. Hoshina was silent for a moment before he simply grinned again.

“I heard you like different weapons too, ya use a staff right?” He said and you were a bit surprised, he’d read up on you too. 

“Well, it’s more of a secondary weapon, but I’d really like to spar with you sometime”, you said and Hoshina hummed a bit before nodding. 

“Sure, how about tomorrow night?” He asked, you chuckled in response but you were incredibly interested in seeing him in action. 

“Eager, aren’t we? I’ll take you up on that offer”, you chuckled, this was your chance to see him in action. The two of you rejoined the party and you spent the evening getting to know the officers, occasionally feeling like someone was stealing glances at you. 

It went without saying that being in the Defense Force came with a lot of stress. Daily training regimes, missions, strategizing  and, for you and Hoshina, keeping the officers in line. You had taken to sparring with Hoshina a few times a week to decompress and let it out. Sure, it was nice to relax and recommend books to each other but sparring was definitely the best way to relieve stress. 

Or it would have been, if it wasn’t for how you were distracted by something else.

That something being Hoshina in that skin-tight compression shirt. The way his impressive muscles rippled with every move and how snugly it clung to his defined waist. Though it was hard to take your eyes off his torso, his face was also becoming a problem. 

His jovial expression melted into something more serious when he first took a swing at you. His eyes seemed to open more, exposing that vibrant mauve hue that you wanted to look at even closer. You managed to move to the side and dodge his attack by a hair’s width. You kicked your leg out to throw him off his balance, but he dodged it. Typical, you couldn’t always land a hit on him barehanded, you thought back to earlier this week. You’d gotten your staff to Hoshina’s neck, pressing the wood against his skin and the look he’d given you…like he was daring you to do something. You still weren’t sure what that look meant, but it had been incredibly hot. Here you were thinking like this while he was trying to earnestly spar with you. You mentally slapped yourself as you backed up a bit.

“Hey, how about we make a wager? Whoever loses has to do a favor for the winner”, you suggested, thinking about the nice lunch that the vice-captain salary could get you. Just to think about anything else than the flex of his arms. Hoshina grinned as your match paused momentarily.

“Sure, that sounds fun”, he said teasingly, sending more blood to your face. Damn him. 

You saw his gaze rake over you, preparing himself for whatever you might do. A part deep inside of you hoped that he was looking at you like you did him. But you instantly doubted it, your training clothes were an old t-shirt and biker shorts. You gestured for him to come towards you as you assumed a fighting stance, 

Maybe you were extra distracted or maybe his movements were a bit slower as he lunged at you again. That move seemed way too predictable for Hoshina and you actually managed to catch his fist. 

“Wow, Vice-Captain, is something throwing you off?” You asked, chuckling a bit before you saw his expression. It was that exact same look from before, the one that challenged you, made your heart race so much it thumped in your ears. You couldn’t look anywhere but his face and that led to your defeat. 

He swept your legs out from under you, causing you to fall onto your back, hitting the training room floor. He got on his knees and pinned your wrists down 

“I got ya now”, he said as he leaned over you, dark violet locks framing his face, which was now right in front of yours. He let go of your wrists after three seconds, but neither of you moved away. You tried to keep your gaze upwards, but it slowly drifted down to his lips. His mouth was open slightly, he was breathing heavily. You studied his pointed canines, wondering how they’d feel against your lips. 

The match had been over for a hot minute, yet Hoshina was still this close. The two of you simply looked at each other, engaged in some kind of stalemate. What kind of move should you make? You didn’t want to mess up the steady friendship the two of you had. But you couldn’t ignore the heat radiating off his body or how his locked gaze made you shiver. 

“So, what about that favor?” Hoshina asked, his hand raising, hovering just over the side of your face, like he wanted to cup your cheek. It couldn’t be, was he really having the same feelings? Maybe this was only your only chance to know for sure, without completely messing things up. You looked him in the eye, taking a breath before speaking:

“I’ll do you the favor of letting you kiss me”. 

You waited, had you been wearing your suit, it would have warned you of a dangerously accelerated heart rate. If he didn’t feel the same way, you still had time to frame it as a joke, a cheeky remark like the ones you two always shared. There was no more time to nervously ponder. Because Hoshina leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

It was a feverous kiss, his hand went to hold your face as he pressed himself even closer. You felt relief wash over you as you kissed him back with matched passion. You wrapped your arms around his neck and ran your tongue across his bottom lip. Hoshina chuckled into the kiss before opening his mouth. Those sharpened canines felt just as good as you’d hoped. He nipped at your lips with them, though never hard enough to draw blood. Hoshina’s other hand went down to your thigh, snaking a finger under the hem of your shorts. He pulled the tight fabric and it snapped against your thigh, making you gasp. 

“How am I supposed to focus when you’re wearin’ these”, he said breathlessly when he pulled away from your lips. You laughed and moved your arms from his neck to his waist, running your palms over his clothed, toned back with a satisfied sigh.

“I guess we’re even then”, you spoke, finding the hem of that godforsaken shirt. You were desperate to get it off and feel more of his skin, more of him. 

But you both decided it’d be better to continue somewhere private. You leaned back on his bed, watching as he crawled towards you and caged your body in with his own. Wasting no time, you tugged at his shirt until he got the message and peeled it off. You felt heat between your legs as you pulled off your own shirt. He stared at you, a look like one he gave you when you were sparring. But there was something else in his gaze, a deep hunger, like he’d been holding it back for a while. 

“We’re far enough away from the others, make as much noise as you wanna”, he said, so close that you could feel his breath on your neck. You put your palm on the back of his head and threaded your fingers into his dark violet locks. You pushed him closer and caught his lips, moving your leg between his. Just like your sparring matches, you’d give it all you had. 

[yuurivoice]

Seth doing boxing presumably as a hobbies to maybe like cope and express his anger and frustration in a more healthy way is SO AMAZINGGG! First off.. he looks great in that thumbnail omg, second it's so nice to see the man having a safe space to work through his emotions through a way that's comfortable with him, and through his own pace. He doesn't HAVE to do anything, and he doesn't have Derek kind of pressuring him into hurting people. HE chooses when and wear to pick up the boxing gloves, and he chooses when to put them down and it's just so great I love seeing characters healing thank you for your service man

I love fans like you because tbh, it really was just a case of "he'd be hot if he was sweaty and punched stuff" but yes you did identify why my brain told me it was a logical choice to make and I didn't hit any road bumps writing it into the plot.

The meta of it all is that I used to have a shitty garage that was a club house with a punching bag in it, and it makes sense for my Southern Queer Projection to get another slice of the inspirational pie because that was a big part of me for a while.

But any sort of martial art is actually a great combo for characters that seek control in healthy ways. Being able to defend yourself and others, especially when you've been used by others as a weapon or have been physically taken advantage of, is a big deal. It just makes sense. Seth mentions that the actual boxing skills were a thing he picked up while locked up, also makes sense that he might not have been trained until then. Seth probably made a friend who trained him up a bit while imprisoned.

So, Seth taking some of that with him into this new chapter of his life is cool. But him basically recreating a small, stripped down living space with a handful of comforts that happen to be tied to his incarceration probably means that even though he's in a much better place (certainly than Alphonse is in Chapter 4) he is not quite ready to reintegrate to an entirely normal setting. Maybe it's lingering guilt, shame, or fear. Probably a little bit of all of that. He probably feels like he's still got a price to pay, and nowhere that feels quite like he's earned the right to be just yet.

And if I psychoanalyze myself a little bit, I think it could be a projection of how I spent a lot of my adult life. I was very isolated, lived in a single room, avoided contact with others in the house, etc. and as I became more financially stable I hardly knew what to do with a whole apartment or home. I often recreate several individual spaces that are built with the ability to entirely isolate in rather than have designated spaces for individual activities around the house. Everything is made to be able to shut yourself away in and not have to run into any other housemates. So that's...probably where that came from.

That's next level shit, analysis on a video that doesn't come out for another week. Hot damn!

[lucasandlily]

Rui x Reader who is really affectionate, but can't touch him because of The Curse.

A/N: I'm alive!! Rui my beautiful beautiful tragic boy. I've actually been having a lot of brainrot for this game, particularly an isekai AU that made me contemplate making RP blog (I love you guys btw. This is probably my first fandom where they're so active, I've been really well connected with this fandom somehow and it's so fun!!), so I figured I might as well be writing it down now. This is an idea I've had spinning in my head for a while, so it's VERY self-indulgent/insert, but enjoy!! AO3 link here

Rui's POV. Second-person pronoun "You" is used. Angst! But also fluff!! (825 words)

You’ve always been an affectionate little thing. It’s something Rui finds adorable about you, staying optimistic despite all that looms over you, not letting any of the ghouls he KNOWS can be more than a little much sometimes destroy your positive attitude. It’s as if you decided to be the light in a place that literally has dark in its name, and he lov admires you for that.

He can’t help but feel the bitter green of envy though, when he watches you ruffle Lyca’s hair after he whines at you for treating him like a dog. 

He pointedly turns away from the look Ed gives him over your head when you relax into his chest after he leans over your shoulder.  

He just laughs along at your drunken antics when you nuzzle into Haru’s hand, somehow even more touchy when your cheeks are flushed with alcohol. 

He tries not to remember the flash of hurt, confusion, the first time he’d backed away from your hand when all you wanted to do was give him a pat for a job well done. He doesn’t know if it hurt more when your face morphed into regretful understanding, or when you apologised and told him you’d try not to do it again. 

Rui tells himself it’s for the better when he notices you’ve been avoiding him for the past week. He’d have done the same to you anyway, if he realised his feelings were starting to fester. He tries to not let it get to him when he hears you enter the Obscuary mansion, only to quickly patter up the stairs without stopping by the bar first, as you would have done previously. 

Maybe before, he would have made it a little competition to see who could mess up the other’s hair more. He’d watched you run your fingers through Lyca’s after you’d tousled it out of place, anyway. Maybe in another life, you’d gently hold his face as you showered him with kisses. He’d do the same to you anyway, if he wasn’t forced to keep his hands to himself. 

If he didn’t notice you hold your hand back every time you saw his mask slip. If he didn’t see your hand stop short before pulling it back to tell him he had a bit of hair out of place. 

It’s all just part of the cursed life, he tells himself. He should be getting used to it by now, he sighs as he walks down the hall over to his room. 

Behind him, he hears the jingle of the bell you like to wear on your keychain. He turns at the sound of your quick steps approaching. 

“Rui! Ruiruiruiii!!” You call.

“Ah, there you are! Haha, I’m not going anywhere you know~ though I guess I don’t mind being chased?” He teases as you approach. 

You smile up at him brightly, “I have something to show you!” You tell him, he notices now that you have a hand behind your back. 

“Hm? Aw, did you get me a gift? And here I was thinking you were hiding from me!” He regrets the words the moment they leave his mouth. Your smile falters a bit as you blink at his confession. 

But before he can backtrack with a “Just kidding!” your smile lightens again, eyes filling with some sort of resolve as you pull out… a glove on a stick? in your other hand.

He doesn’t pull away when he feels the simulation of a hand on his head. He can’t, when you look into his eyes with such unmistakable fondness. The awkward, stilted movements as you try to run the imitation hand through his hair communicates how long you’ve wanted to do this, and the tears that well up in his eyes betray how much he’s needed it. 

He feels the cloth soak up the tears when you move the glove down to hold his face. It feels soft under his skin, and he can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. 

“How long did it take you to make this?” He asks as you let him lace his fingers with your hand extension. He squeezes the plush hand, feeling the soft give before it reaches the stick inside, inspecting where the glove and stick are attached. 

“Um! A week? It took a bit of experimenting to get it to stay on… And they don’t really sell gloves on campus either.” 

Your eyes crinkle when you look at him, the corners of your lips pull up triumphantly when he lets go of the hand to let you pat his head again. 

“You deserve at least this much,” you tell him. “I know it’s not really the same or anything, but I don’t wanna leave you out, y’know?” 

“It was worth it though, if it made you happy.” You look into his eyes as you say this, and he can’t help but believe you.

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[creepswrites]

Hi there! I just recently discovered your page but I already love your writing style! Can I request a oneshot with poly Sinclair brothers (either just Bo and Vincent or all three, whichever you like better) and gn reader? Maybe the reader usually doesn't get involved when people come to Ambrose, and just stays at the house while the boys do their thing, but this time things get a bit out of control and they have to step in to help? Like prevent one of the victims from getting away or one of the boys from getting hurt?

Feel free to ignore this though, no pressure. Have a nice day! 😊

omg hiii i see you in the comments on a lot of my posts!! i'm so glad you like my writing, you're very sweet :) i loooove writing the Sinclair boys so i hope you enjoy!! sorry this took so long, lots of things kept popping up in my life

SINCLAIR BROTHERS x GN!READER (they/them)

SUMMARY: "There are people! A-A truck! Headin' towards town! They- They have guns, and, and!" Words spilled out of your mouth and you felt your heartrate skyrocketing. The idea of anything bad happening to Bo and Vincent just made you feel...

WARNING: graphic death/violence

Living in Ambrose had not been exactly your choice.

Bo had found you and a few of your friends on the side of the road and Vincent had convinced him to let him "keep" you once they had killed your friends. Not as a wax figure but as a real, living person. At first you'd kept to yourself, staying in the workshop to avoid Bo's anger and pretended you didn't hear the screams. You'd turn your back to Vincent when he worked, sitting and sobbing in the corner of the workshop with your hands over your ears to block out the sound of screams.

Now? It was perfectly normal to you.

"Hey Sweetpea!" Lester called to you, snapping you back to the present. Right, you were helping Lester this morning. Bo had tried to keep you inside to clean the house but the youngest Sinclair had begged to have you help him collect roadkill.

You liked Lester. He'd been sweet with you since the moment you'd arrived and, despite Bo and Vincent's constant arguments on the topic, you'd started a relationship with Lester before either of them. The two of you had just clicked and you'd been attached at the hip ever since. He was big on physical affection and would often make you little charms to hang in your bedroom - you had your own room, something you'd put your foot down after Bo had pitched the idea you just ocellate between sleeping in all their rooms. You wanted your own space.

Giving you choices wasn't always Bo's go-to. He'd been the toughest to wear down, always high-strung and he didn't exactly have a great role model as to what a good partner should be. Your relationship with Bo always felt rocky and unsteady. But he was sweet in his own way. He was terribly possessive of you - often to the detriment of everyone in the house - and wasn't afraid to flaunt you in front of guests. It always made your face flush hot when he did.

Vincent was the complete opposite. Shy and quiet, even after he'd insisted on you staying with them. He never tried to push you to do anything and always expressed his gratitude even for something as simple as doing the dishes. He liked to spend time with you, even if you were doing separate tasks. Vincent made you little wax figurines for your room - no people statues, you'd told him one afternoon - and they sat proudly on your windowsill beside a deer skull Lester had got you.

The term "dating" didn't really fall on any one particular brother. You were sort of "dating" all of them, in your own way. They knew this, you'd all talked about it, but it was still a relatively new shift in the dynamic.

"Gosh, you're awfully far away, huh?" Lester said with a warm chuckle and you startled a bit. He was much closer up now, dirt smudged on his cheeks and work gloves that he was careful not to touch you with.

"Sorry, yeah, must be." You trailed off, not meeting his eyes.

He tilted his head curiously and raised an eyebrow. "Good things?"

You hummed approval and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, relishing in the way he blushed. "Thinkin' 'bout you, if you can believe it."

Lester barked out a laugh. "Sometimes it still ain't feel real, Sweetpea. Flattered though, 'm always thinkin' 'bout you. But you know that."

The evening was calm, a beautiful pink-purple sunset and a cool breeze to offset the exhausting heat of the day. Cleaning the roads wasn't exactly your idea of a fun time but it beat cleaning the house for the fifth time in the past two weeks. The three weren't exactly the cleanest people but even they weren't that bad. Besides, you knew that some new "guests" were going to be coming to town in the next day or two and you wanted some time outside the town before Bo cracked down on you.

Sometimes it felt like he still didn't trust you.

You were climbing back into the truck with Lester when you both heard gunshots coming from down the road. "The hell?" He mumbled, squinting as he tried to get a good view of what was going on. "Are they headin' this way?"

A large truck was speeding towards you, bright headlights the only indication of where it was. The headlights were getting closer and you could hear people shouting as the truck picked up speed.

They were trying to hit you two.

You grabbed Lester's arm and yanked him off the road, the two of you falling over into the grass with the force of it. The people in the truck cheered and mocked you as they passed by, flinging an empty beer can at you and soaking through your shirt. It stunk but you were just glad it wasn't a glass bottle.

"Shit- Are you okay?!" Lester sat up with a wince as he rubbed his arm. You two hadn't landed gracefully, you were just happy he wasn't really hurt. "Jesus, Sweetpea, did they throw a-?"

"They're headin' towards Ambrose." You gasped, watching the blinding red taillights disappear down the road. "Bo and Vinny, they don't-!"

You both shot into action, scrambling to your feet and tossing your gloves in the back of the truck with the carcasses. It didn't matter, all that mattered was warning the twins. You winced at the stink of beer as you reached into your pocket to pull out your cell phone. It was old, something Bo stole from one of his many victims, and you only ever really used it to call Lester if you needed something at the store.

But you punched in Bo's phone number despite shaking fingers as you and Lester got in the truck. You took off after the truck, Lester's anxious fingers drumming on the wheel as you held the phone to your ear.

It felt like an eternity in between each thrum of the dial tone.

Bo picked up after the third ring.

"Hey, what's goin'-"

You cut him off. "There are people! A-A truck! Headin' towards town! They- They have guns, and, and!" Words spilled out of your mouth and you felt your heartrate skyrocketing. The idea of anything bad happening to Bo and Vincent just made you feel...

"Shit, fuck, didja see how many?"

"No! I- They sped right past, they, uh, they threw beer at me and-"

You could hear the sound of what must've been a wrench clanging to the floor. So he was in the autoshop. Okay. At least he wasn't far. "Like hell they did, I'll kick their asses when they get here!"

You swallowed around a dry throat and a tearless sob wracked your body. "Guns! They have guns, Bo."

"So do I." And he hung up before you could say anything else.

Lester could tell you were scared, reaching gingerly across the center console to over you his hand. You took it and squeezed tight, trying to hold in your anxiety and fear. "Shh, hey, it's alrigh' Sweetpea. We've done this all before, Bo'll be fine."

You just nodded, swallowing back the feeling that this felt different. More dangerous.

You wanted your boys to come out of this okay...

The truck was parked outside the entrance to town and you felt your heart sink at the sight. Lester hadn't even come to a complete stop before you were out the door and grabbing the old rusty shovel from the back of the truck. Usually, you'd never even dream of touching that thing without gloves on.

Now, you didn't even care.

You started your march towards the house, shovel tight in your hands and Lester's footsteps close behind. He must've grabbed his shotgun from the backseat since you heard him reload it. "Stay close, Sweetpea. Ain't no tellin' what those folks'll do."

"Okay," you mumbled, slowing only enough for him to catch up.

Screaming could be heard from inside the house. You and Lester shared a look before you both took off running. The front door was wide open and a dead body lay sprawled out on the porch, blood leaking from the back of it's head. You didn't even give it thought as you pushed inside.

Some guy was loading up his shotgun as Bo held a knife dangerously close to the throat of some girl, one arm around her squirming body as he shouted at the guy to drop the gun. The girl was begging the man not to shoot and you locked eyes with her for a brief, fleeting second.

Then you descended upon the man with ferocity you didn't even know you had. You slammed the shovel into the back of his head and sent him tumbling to the floor but you didn't let up. You swung over and over, the floor splattering with blood as you began to chip away at his flesh and skull. Bits of bone and brain began to splatter across the hardwood floor and you felt tears rolling down your cheeks.

With a final swing, you lodged the shovel into the guys head, his dead eyes lolling at nothing.

Both you and the girl were screaming and crying.

You fell to your knees with a heavy thud, sobbing openly over the dead body. You'd never had to kill anyone before, the brothers never made you, and you felt horrified with how angry you were. How afraid you'd felt at the idea of the man firing on Bo.

And, more importantly, how you didn't even regret killing him.

"Sh, shhh, it's okay," Lester's words washed over you as he wrapped an arm around your back. You sobbed into his chest as he rubbed your back, trying to soothe as best he could. Your ears were ringing and everything felt as though it were underwater.

Footsteps bounded up the stairs and you looked up to see Vincent. He was kneeling between you and the body, looking you over as though expecting to find injuries.

When Vincent helped you stand up, you could finally process the rest of the house.

The place was in shambles, the pool table flipped over as some poor attempt at cover and a few picture frames had fallen and broken. Glass scattered across the rug and a few more bodies littered the downstairs. Bo must've shot most of them and Vincent may have chased down the others.

You felt silly, in retrospect. Obviously they could handle themselves. But you'd just felt so scared. There'd never been an ambush before, nothing like this. Or, at least, not while you'd been living there.

Vincent and Lester helped you stand, your feet crunching in glass. Without hesitation, you slumped forwards and wrapped your arms around Vincent in a tight hug, hiding away your face as you tried to steady your breathing. His fingers traced gentle patterns on the back of your shirt that helped to steady you.

Bo had knocked the girl out, her limp body laying across the floor inelegantly. You suspected you'd see a polaroid or two of her on Bo's basement walls in the next few days, when he'd had his fun torturing her.

"Hey, doll," Bo's voice was close and you lifted your eyes to see him. He looked concerned but there was pride there. "Got 'em real good, huh?"

You gave a glance down at the man with a shovel lodged in his head and shrugged. "I was... worried."

"Well, shit, if that's what you do when yer worried, remind me to never miss yer calls." Lester huffed with a playful grin. Vincent grabbed his hat and smacked him with it, making the younger brother laugh.

Bo rolled his eyes and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Awful sweet of ya to come protect us, doll." He said as Vincent and Lester bickered. "I do appreciate it."

You hugged him and felt yourself finally relax. The bickering, the soft affection, everything seemed to be back to normal. Perfect.

Though it seems like you'll need to be cleaning the house again this week...

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🐺🐺 pretty please!

800+ words of big wolfy buck losing his big bisexual mind. enjoy! haha

It was late afternoon when Buck woke. He sat up, running his hands through curls in severe disarray, a dumb smile plastered on his face. That was the best sleep he'd had since he'd been turned.

Maybe even the best sleep he'd had in forever.

The only thing that would have made it better was if there had been another heartbeat. Another warm body, or another warm wolf, curled up with him.

Buck's ears perked. Speaking of other wolves.

Buck heard Tommy outside, enhanced hearing picking up various tools clanking and deep grunts of exertion.

Of course, he had to check out what was going on.

Buck got out of bed, almost faceplanting from unsteadiness until he caught himself on the edge of a shelf. Guess he wasn't back to one hundred percent just yet. He tugged the corner of a blackout curtain aside, peeking out the window.

The sun was blazing down, and…

The Alpha was shirtless. Wearing only stained gloves, jeans, and muddy boots. Tommy wasn’t kidding about having chores. He was pushing a huge wheelbarrow filled with soil from an open shed towards a bountiful garden.

Buck's lips parted as he zeroed in on defined muscles straining taut and glistening with sweat. As werewolves, they were naturally very fit, but the Alpha was really something.

He didn’t know how long he’d been watching when Tommy suddenly glanced up and looked directly at Buck.

Buck ducked out of sight, though he didn't think he had been quick enough. His reflexes weren't as sharp as they normally were. He put his hand over his chest like an old lady clutching her pearls, unsure why he felt so goddamn breathless.

And now, Tommy probably thought he was a huge creep.

Ugh.

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Buck was sitting on the bed again. He'd had another dizzy spell and figured it would be good if Tommy didn't have to scrape him off the floor. It sucked, though, because he wanted to check out the pictures and books and interesting things that were displayed around the room.

He wasn't prepared for the Alpha when he knocked on the doorframe. He was still shirtless but now had a towel slung over his shoulder.

“I’m going for a shower. You need anything before I do?”

Buck had the wild urge to say yes, how about you forget the shower and climb on top of me instead? I need you to rub yourself all over my body. He gulped. That was definitely his wolf talking. “N-no. I’m great! I would like to know your workout regimen, though?”

…What?

Why had he said that?

Awkward much.

Tommy crossed his arms. It made his pectorals and his arms and… yeah, Buck needed to keep his eyes… up. “Well, I have a lot of land to maintain, so manual labor. As you saw.”

That was pointed. Amused.

Buck flushed. “I-I’m sorry about that. I just heard some—some noises and got curious about what you were doing.”

“Mm, yes. Yard work is riveting stuff.” Tommy smirked, and Buck’s stomach erupted with confused butterflies. After a moment, Tommy shrugged. “Apart from that, I hunt and go on my monthly run, like you probably do.”

Buck fidgeted, nodding. He wondered if Tommy ran alone like he did. Maybe on the next full moon, they could run together?

He was getting ahead of himself.

“I use my home gym, too. I can show you my routine, once you’re feeling better. You don't look like you need help in that area.” Buck received a little once-over from Tommy that made his butterflies practically start having an orgy. “But if you’re really interested.”

“Yeah! That—that’d be so cool,” Buck said, feeling very uncool. “P-people have told me I need to work on my glutes.”

Oh, God. Why.

Why.

He was going to have to move to a different country and start a new life. Maybe Sweden. They had good meatballs.

“Important muscles,” Tommy agreed seriously. Maybe it was mock-seriously. Buck deserved to be laughed at, but it didn’t feel like Tommy was making fun of him in a mean way. So that helped. A bit. “You should drink that. Electrolytes."

Tommy pointed to the Gatorade on the nightstand. There was also a bag of what looked like homemade jerky. Deer, if Buck's nose was correct.

“I-I will,” Buck said. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Buck watched Tommy turn and walk down the hall, noticing his broadness and the subtle curves in the small of his back. Sweat had collected there and was starting to slide down his—

Buck's claws punctured the duvet. He made a noise, letting go and shaking his wrists until they were nails again. He would have to apologize for that, too.

Suddenly very dry-mouthed and thirsty, Buck grabbed the Gatorade, draining the whole thing.

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[danieyells]

idk if this has been brought up before, sorry if it has, and maybe I'm just thinking too hard on this but I keep looking at the official tokyo debunkers Twitter banner and like seeing taiga with that smirk, but then the broken piece has him with a wide eye + the theories of him seeing the future and such got me thinking.. or maybe it's just a cool banner, what do I know LOL

lol i waited until i got home because i had it saved in HQ for reasons that probably won't come to pass off the twitter page on my laptop

I LOVE THIS BANNER it's such a good image and it shows off Taiga's crazy. Taiga is kind of the game mascot atm, interestingly enough. He's the first character you meet, he's the game icon and twitter header, he has some important knowledge of a major plot point. . .you'd think it'd be Kaito since he's kind of your sidekick and the one who teaches you everything at first, but Taiga's got all the impact.

But yeah, either he's losing his mind back there, or he's Seeing Some Shit. The broken gap in the image showing him with wide eyes is very much a little suggestion of 'there is more going on here than you see on the surface' which, admittedly, is kind of the setting of the game('there's more to the world than meets the eye and you're thrown into the world of anomalies common sense would tell you aren't real') but. . .yeah, if you think about Taiga possibly being able to see the future, which is similarly a hidden aspect of him, then the image is even cooler.

I'm honestly getting more and more attached to that theory as time goes on. Because I remembered today at work. . .Taiga doesn't wear gloves with his uniform, unlike with his house outfit.

When the pc is in the torture chair and his hunger is triggered by their blood, he touches them, bare hand to bare skin.

and then suddenly he snaps out of it, suddenly aware that Romeo was coming.

to which I suspect. . .touching the pc caused them to enhance his stigma by accident. This happened to activate it automatically. And he saw the future without meaning to--perhaps in more detail than usual. That's also how he knew exactly where to shoot to hit the like dove--because he saw it fly in in his stigma's vision.

That's also why he said Ritsu could close the casino and he didn't need it.

The whole future he saw was so fucked(again?) and the casino wasn't helping to alleviate or avoid whatever he had made it for, or perhaps was causing more of a problem--it had, after all, spawned a dangerous anomaly. He just sort of lost steam and gave up all of a sudden. Yeah, take it away, we're fucked no matter what we do. (He got better, though. I too overcome my trauma and depression by forgetting things.)

. . .BUT UH YEAH. IT'S A SUPER GOOD BANNER IMAGE THAT SAYS A LOT. I really love it. Taiga is seeing into the code. It is traumatic but when he forgets in 15 minutes he'll be fine.

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We’ll Invite Something In by @smc-27 (book-verse)

@dot524: This is a fandom favorite and for good reason. In this canon divergence AU, Alex is President, Henry is out, and they never got together in their 20s. Instead, they encounter each other in their late 30s and a very different type of relationship ensues. They still hide it at first, but there’s a lot of living that they both have done and need to work through. I really enjoyed the character dynamics here and how the premise changed both Alex and Henry, making them bolder and more mature. Definitely read this one!

Eyes Blue, Like the Atlantic by bleedingballroomfloor (book-verse)

@dot524: A Titanic AU! Adapted by an excellent writer, this one has suspense, action, romance, and intrigue. There is a MCD (Main Character Death) in here and some other tags to be aware of, but also vibrant scenes with dancing, chasing, art, and formal wear. I really enjoyed it!

Clean Slate by @smc-27 (book-verse)

@heysweetheart-writes: This was just so excellent. I devoured it in no time, couldn't put it down. I love the way Alex just slips into Henry's life like a silk glove even though Henry has his hesitations. There's abslutely no angst at all other than "you're too young for me" "no, next question" I love it. I love Henry finally feeling young for the first time. I think that is something that Henry generally feels after meeting Alex, like he's never been able to, no matter at what point in life he is. ANYWAY I'm talking about Henry way too much again for a rec. Read this.

Most People Exist by @sprigsofviolets (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Henry, 30, is a nurse on a cancer ward. From the very first moment he feels an intense connection and attraction to his newest patient, the one who has a brain tumor and is named Alexander Claremont-Diaz. - The tags say it all: "Falling in love, Slow Burn, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort". After reading this story I am a whole new person. I laughed and cried, had butterflies in my stomach, I felt it all. Hands down one of the best fics I've ever read!

after hours by @dumbpeachjuice (book-verse)

@na-dineee: How much can happen in a few hours? stutteringpeach: Hold my beer. 😅🤝 Reading this was truly a roller coaster ride, my stomach was doing somersaults non-stop: On his last evening in New York, poet Henry meets bartender Alex and the two spend the night together - in true "Before Sunrise" style. To sum it all up: enchanting, sweet, phenomenal, iconic!

No. 1 (Royal Red and Blue) Oil on Canvas by @captainjunglegym (book-verse)

@zwiazdziarka: This fic is so twisted and surprising in the best way! The summary did not prepare me for all the action that comes after the initial relationship drama and I'd really like to fawn over it some more but I don't want to spoil the fun of figuring out what really is going on and what are characters' motivations. Just give it a try.

Meet the Parents (series) by @14carrotghoul (book-verse)

@dot524: I really enjoyed these thoughtful character studies of Ellen and Oscar. The two short stories are a series of canon vignettes from Oscar and Ellen’s POV. These glimpses of the Claremont-Diaz parents add heart and depth to the RWRB canon, giving insight about how Ellen and Oscar think about parenthood, power, family, and each other.

Leave The World Better Than You Found It: A BONES AU by @treluna4 (book/movie-verse)

@myheartalivewrites: I really enjoyed this FirstPrince meets procedural TV show fic! With Alex as Booth and Henry as Brennan, they learn to work together, solve crimes--and fall in love, of course. Plus take down a very satisfying book villain.

No Laughing Matter by @inexplicablymine (book-verse)

@suseagull04: This fic is absolutely hysterical- a must read if you need something to cheer you up! It's also very relatable for anyone who, like me, has said things they've regretted in all the best ways!

in summer air by @acdsbff (book-verse)

@na-dineee: I need a vacation and vitamin D - maybe that's why this series (both POVs are covered 🥰) captivated me so much?! It is set on a Greek island, where Alex, just cheated on by his boyfriend, meets hotel owner Henry. What follows is a whirlwind speedrun romance against a beautiful backdrop. Really therapeutic for the heart on dreary days!!

here is a map (with your name as a capital) by @alasse9 (book-verse)

@dot524: What an incredible surprise to have this entire 50k story drop at once. In this canon divergent story, Alex and Henry start getting to know each other in Rio, when Alex helps him recover from a panic attack. Their friendship, and later their relationship, is a delightful slow burn with funny moments, heartbreak, and steady support of each other. I thoroughly enjoyed this start to finish — the characterization of both Alex and Henry is on point and I really enjoyed how the writer changed some of the scenes from the book while keeping key callbacks. A delight.

Claremont 2008 by @happiness-of-the-pursuit (book-verse)

@suseagull04: This friends to lovers AU is done so well! Having Henry and Alex meet as kids means we get years of their friendship before they even start dating, and it gives every aspect of their relationship so much depth through this entire fic. It also gives some events only referenced in the novel a completely different perspective, which makes them even better!

keep me in the moment (don't it feel so real?) by @anincompletelist (book-verse)

@heysweetheart-writes: I absolutely love everything that comes out of Sarah's magic little fingers and this was no exception. Alex and Henry are best friends and pinning over eache other unknowingly and an accidental lil discovery turns their relationship upside-down (for the better) absolutely recommended. I honestly loved it so much.

you know i can't be found with you by @dumbpeachjuice (book-verse)

@heysweetheart-writes: This was SO much fun. Alex was RELENTLESS and I absolutely love an older Henry. It was also very fucking funny. 10/10

the great duck fiasco by @alexclaremont-diaz (book-verse)

@suseagull04: A spy AU, dating apps, and Alex's Texas roots combine in the funniest way possible- definitely read this if you want a good laugh!

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03 Romeo! - The Wanderer

Criminal! Scaramouche × Aristocrat! Fem! Reader | Romeo! masterlist

Word Count : 845

TW : None (?)

"Wanderer?" Y/N furrowed her brows. The name was... Vague, to say the least.

"Yeah," Wanderer sat on a chair at the edge of her room, one leg propped up on the other. "So what about it, lady? Why are you crying?"

His way of speaking was rather rough, something she rarely heard due to living her life surrounded by manor walls, but it held a tint of concern in it. Y/N gripped her dress, her gaze focusing on the gloves her father forced her to wear with the purpose of hiding the bruises from her beatings.

"It's... Nothing," she mumbled, "just... A rough day, I suppose..."

Wanderer simply hummed in response, and the room slid into a somewhat awkward silence for a moment before he spoke up, "do you want to talk about it?"

Y/N kept her gaze on her gloved hands for a moment before shaking her head, "it's fine... It shouldn't concern you..."

Wanderer had to bite back his tongue from questioning her further, because he was more concerned than he liked to admit.

"And you, Mr. Wanderer...? Why are you here...?" she asked in return.

"Tch. It shouldn't concern you," he waved his hand dismissively.

"But... This is my room..."

"And?"

Y/N went quiet. She didn't question him further on why he was there. He was... Nice enough to show even a tint of concern towards her and ask if she were alright.

"Can I really confine in you...?" she mumbled.

"If you're going to, you better hurry up before I change my mind," Wanderer scoffed. Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line.

"Father gave me a beating again..."

"'Again'?"

Y/N nodded in response, "because I snuck out of the manor and missed my lessons... My sister is the one who convinced me to sneak out, and although I know the consequences... I do enjoy my time outside the manor... It's lively..."

Wanderer was quiet for a moment, just staring at her.

"Mr. Wanderer, do you explore the town a lot?" she asked.

"I suppose I do," Wanderer murmured, "why?"

"Which parts of town are your favorites?"

This made Wanderer press his lips into a thin line. Because he can't let her know that most of his time in town is spent stealing from markets or fighting other people.

"There's a small coffee house at the market in front of this one fruit stall," he muttered, "I think they have the best drinks in the entire town, maybe even the entire duchy. Their prices are also rather affordable... But considering you're the duke's daughter, everything should be affordable to you."

"Don't put it that way," she mumbled.

Another awkward silence occured before he spoke up, "and you? Do you have a favorite spot in town?"

"No," she shook her head, "when I escape I don't normally have any money with me, so all I do is walk around."

Wanderer nodded silently, "well... I could... take you to that coffee shop some other time..."

He mentally slapped himself. What was he saying? She doesn't even know him!

"... One day," Y/N nodded. "I'd... Really like that... Thank you..."

"But you know, you should be careful when you're in town," Wanderer warned her, "make sure you don't go into the bad parts of town. There's lots of criminals you wouldn't want to get involved with."

'Criminals like me,' he finished in his mind.

"Yeah, I know," she nodded. "Besides, the public doesn't have a good image of me... They think I'm just like father, so I try to stay hidden..."

Y/N thought back to the man she bumped into earlier that day, who recognized her, "Though... I think someone did recognize me today. He wasn't very nice about it."

Wanderer tensed slightly at that, then cleared his throat, "You did, huh? What did he look like?"

"I don't remember."

"Oh..."

Another silence enveloped the room. Wanderer glanced at a clock on a nearby shelf. It was a bit hard to read in the dark, but it looked like it was 10 PM.

"I should get going," Wanderer sighed, standing up from his chair.

"W-will I see you again?" Y/N quickly asked, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. Wanderer thought for a moment before shrugging.

"Probably just one more time. I did offer to take you to that coffee house."

"I see," Y/N sighed, gripping her bedsheets. "Take care, Mr. Wanderer."

"You too," Wanderer stood up and walked to the door before stopping in front of it. "One more thing."

Y/N stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I guess, for now, you're... Not as bad as I thought you were," he mumbled before leaving her room. Y/N sat there stumped before a small smile formed on her lips. To hear something like that from someone who was not her sister was touching.

That night, she went to bed happier than usual...

Unaware of the bag of stolen antiques sitting in the corner of her room.

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[so-long-soldier-writes]

More Than Friends

kai parker x reader (80s!kai x witch!reader)

summary: your "more than friends" status with kai is revealed when you lose hold of a silencing spell. jo, of course, has a lot to say about it.

tags: jo's boyfriend, fluff, smut, choking, vaginal sex, pet names, overstimulation, loss of consciousness, spell failure, dysfunctional family, mentions of child abuse, siphoning

word count: 2.9k

“Do you hear that?” 

The smallest sound of a girl’s whine is heard over the movie playing. The boy watching the screen turns to his girlfriend to see if she caught it, too. 

“Jo?”

“Hm, what?”

“Did you hear that noise?”

Suddenly, on the tv, a woman cries out. The killer has slashed her throat.

“That one?”

“No, you goof, the one coming from upstairs. I thought we were home alone tonight.”

“We are. Aside from Kai, but Kai is Kai. He doesn’t leave his room.”

“Well could he be doing anything to be making that noise?”

“Jackson, I don’t even hear a noise. But no, he has strict orders from Dad and he knows the consequences if he breaks them.”

Jackson stills. Maybe he didn’t hear anything. In the back of his mind, he knows he did, but if Jo says it’s nothing, it’s nothing. Besides, if it is her brother, he figures it’s best to leave it alone. Jack’s never met Kai - Jo’s been adamant about that - but he does know the basics from her and her siblings. 

You can’t touch him, and you really shouldn’t talk to him. He can hurt people just by touching them, and will hurt people to get his way. 

Jo’s little sister, Clara, had said to him once: if Kai doesn’t wear his gloves, Daddy gets mad, because then he can hurt us. He did it to Sarah once and made her cry. 

That alone is enough to keep him away from the boy. And despite his curiosities, he refuses to pry, mostly out of fear of Jo’s dad. Even without the dangerous son, the man is scary. The first time he showed up on the doorstep to take Jo out on a date, he had nearly threatened him. Sure, that’s a typical dad thing, but something tells him that Joshua Parker wouldn’t hesitate to actually harm him if he thinks it’s necessary. Maybe that’s where Kai gets it…

An eerie chuckle from the TV snaps the boy out of his thoughts as Chucky approaches his next victim.

Jo curls into her boyfriend, sweating. “Maybe we should’ve watched “Children of the Corn” instead,” she mutters.

Oh, yeah, that’s another thing… 

Jackson’s mind flashes back to about an hour ago, when they were picking the movie.

“Not “Children of the Corn”,” Jo shudders, “that boy shares a name with my brother.”

Kai’s real name is Malachai. How creepy is that?!

“Eh, I think we’re better off with the killer doll,” he decides, also perturbed by the name. 

As Jo cuddles into him, he starts to forget the sounds he thought he heard upstairs. 

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You’re breathing heavily, hardly. Kai’s hand is around your throat as he rocks his body into you. He pulls out nearly all the way before thrusting back in, and you swear his cock is reaching your stomach. His other hand holds onto your waist to keep you in place, probably leaving a bruise you’ll find in the morning. Every so often, he ducks his head to nip and lick at your breasts. Or, he’ll lock eyes with you, and you’ll feel your pussy fluttering, wetness pooling. 

“Kai,” you mutter, eyes fluttering. Between his grip and the pleasure, you’re having trouble forming words. 

And normally you wouldn’t care, but one thing’s wrong: the spell is breaking, you can feel it. You’re losing your concentration, and quite frankly, your consciousness. 

“Kai. Sl-slow d-, wait-” the last word turns into another moan, and you’re unable to get his attention.

You can feel the energy of the magic in the room as it weakens. Though as the spell fizzles out, your orgasm draws nearer. Harder, even, as if the magic is channeling itself into you instead of holding up your silencing spell. Kai repositions his fingers on your neck, but he doesn’t slow down. There’s no telling what Jo is probably hearing now. The thought of her telling on you two starts to fill you with fear. Sweat beads at your forehead and you fight to cry out your boyfriend’s name as he keeps pace.

“Cum for me, Princess,” he whispers into your neck. 

The pet name takes you out, quite literally. Forgetting all about Jo and the spell, your orgasm hits you. White spots take over your vision and your mouth becomes dry. Equal parts pain - from his grip on your neck - and pleasure - between your high and his, occurring at the same time - are felt throughout your body. He spills into you, filling you so much that it already starts to leak out. Your legs are shaking hard, and for a second, you black out. 

When your head slacks onto the pillow, Kai stops abruptly and removes his hand from your neck. “Princess, are you okay? Wake up, please, come on.” He gently taps the sides of your face to bring you back to consciousness. With no luck, panic starts to rise in his chest. “Y/N, please.” Grabbing the water bottle beside the bed, he puts the cool metal against your neck, hoping a temperature shock will do the trick. 

Immediately, your eyes open. You wake gasping, still feeling the effects of your high.

“Hey, gorgeous, you okay? Sit up, let me get you some water.” Kai fully pulls out of you, then comes to your side to tuck a few pillows under your head. He holds the bottle as you drink, playing with your hair gently at the same time. 

Finally, you’re stable enough to look at him. Before you can get a word out, he’s already talking. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you okay? I think I choked you too hard, or maybe I should’ve slowed down. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

His concern melts your heart. “Shh, it’s okay,” you sit up to cradle his face, assuring him he didn’t hurt you. “I’m totally fine, and you didn’t do anything wrong. I enjoyed every minute of that, Kai.”

“You blacked out because of me.”

“Yeah, because you can fuck me that well, Kai. That’s something to be proud of.” 

He tries to smile, but you can see he’s still worried.

“I promise I’m okay.”

“Okay… can I at least take you downstairs to go get some orange juice? I don’t want you passing out again. Just in case.”

“Of course.” But as soon as you say it, you realize, “wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Part of the reason I think I blacked out was the spell.”

“What? What spell?” 

“Kai - the silencing spell.”

His blood runs cold, “oh fuck.”

“I lost it right before we came. I think I tried to warn you, but I was too lost in the feeling.”

“Oh fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry! You tried to stop me, this is my fault!”

“No, no, no, hey, baby, come here.” The boy avoids your eyes, so you hold his face to make him look at you. “It is not your fault. And even if it was, I don’t care. It’s not the end of the world if your innocent little sister hears us.”

“She’s my twin,” Kai misses the point. 

“Kai.”

“Hm?”

“She’ll live.”

“But if she tells Dad, we’re both screwed. He’ll ban you; he’ll do a stupid little spell that’ll keep us apart.”

“Then we’ll just have to bribe her. Chocolates?”

“Y/N, she’s daddy’s good little girl,” he mocks, “she’ll tell.”

You try to hide your anxiety. If Kai knows you’re worried, he’ll be ten times as worried. “Well, we can’t undo it. What’s done is done.”

“Maybe you didn’t lose the spell?”

Biting your lip, you answer, “no, I definitely did. But it’ll be okay, okay? Let’s just… go downstairs, like you said. Because to be honest, I am still a little out of it,” you try to refocus his anxiety onto your black out instead of his fear, “and if she brings it up, I’ll handle it.”

Thankfully, he nods. 

“I promise you, it’ll be fine, Kai.” You give him a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. I trust you.”

“I trust you, too, pumpkin.”

Minutes later when you’ve dressed, you and Kai head downstairs, hand-in-hand. He’s still adamant about getting you an orange juice, and has now suggested several snacks, too. Though the sound of the TV being on as you near the kitchen has him holding your hand more tightly. 

“It’s okay,” you whisper, “maybe it blocked us out.”

The way the Parker house is designed, anyone in the living room can clearly see anyone in the kitchen, and vice versa. The fridge door, however, blocks the person looking inside it. So the minute Kai opens the fridge, and you’re left standing by the sink, Josette’s and Jackson’s eyes turn to you. 

“Hey, guys. Are youuuuu-?” You drag out the last letter, pointing at the unfamiliar boy. 

“Jackson, Jo’s boyfriend.”

“Right.” You knew she had a boyfriend, but had never met him. Kai hadn’t, either.

“And who are you?” He shoots the question back at you. 

Jo, however, cuts you off before you can even start to speak, “Kai’s only friend, that apparently, is a little more than a friend.”

So they heard. Whoops. 

“Yeah, um, about that…”

“Dad gave you one rule when you started hanging out with my brother, and it was to not touch him. Do you not remember that?!”

“Oh but how could I not? His skin is so soft,” you whine. 

“Y/N!”

“Jo, how am I not going to touch him? He’s my best friend.” You notice her eyes harden as soon as you say that. “What am I supposed to do if he needs a hug? Or if we’re watching a movie and our shoulders touch slightly? Ooh,” you make a wide gesture with your hands, “scandalous!”

“Y/N, this isn’t you.”

“Oh, it isn’t?! I’m sorry, was I supposed to come here almost every day to see you and pretend I didn’t notice your brother being left out of things? Forced to wear those stupid gloves because your daddy thinks he’s trying to hurt you? Not even allowed to talk to people, not allowed to leave his room half the time, not allowed to go on these stupid family functions you always have? Even I got invited to one of those, and I’m not even a part of this family. Josette, it’s insane! No wonder you think he’s crazy, you don’t even know him! You’ve never even let boyfriend over here meet him. Whatcha gonna do if he marries in? Say, ‘oh that’s my twin brother, but you’re never even gonna make face-to-face contact with him’? That screams dysfunctional family, and that’s not Kai’s fault!”

This interaction wasn’t going as planned. You hadn’t meant to start a fight with your ex-best-friend, you wanted to convince her not to tell on you and her brother. Well now she definitely will. Yet, you can’t stop. 

“We are a dysfunctional family because of him, Y/N! He’s the reason we’re like this.”

“Why?! Because he was born different?! Because he doesn’t have ma-”

“Shut up, Y/N!” Her eyes widen as she scolds you. 

Jo never says anything remotely close to a bad word, nor does she raise her voice. Her reaction only means one thing: Jackson doesn’t know. He doesn’t know they’re witches. Holy shit. You look over to Kai, both of you wearing shocked expressions. 

The house goes quiet. Jo’s embarrassed by her own outburst, and everyone else is too speechless. 

Finally, she calms, “just stop. I’m sorry I yelled. I don’t want to fight with you, I just want to know why you’re with him,” her face has a look of disgust, “like that.”

You sigh, “I’m dating him, because I love him, Jo. Because I let him in, and got to know him, and fell in love with him. He’s not some rabid animal trying to hurt you for fun, and he’s certainly not the man in the house you should be fearing.”

“Wait, me?” Jackson asks, confused, and ruining the seriousness of the conversation. 

“No, idiot. Her dad.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s scary.”

Kai finally comes out from behind the fridge door. You knew he was hiding, but now it seems he’s gotten the courage to face his sister. Jackson stares at him, seeing him for the first time. Without glancing up at them, he hands you a glass of orange juice and a snack.

“Eat that.”

“What is it?”

“Cheese blocks. One sec, I have crackers, too.”

“So you’re Mala-”

“Don’t call him that,” you hear Jo mutter.

“-Kai.”

“Yep.”

“And you’re-”

“Y/N.”

“Soooo, best friends,” he points to you and Jo, “then curious about brother, but can’t be friends with both, so you chose brother, now you’re dating?”

“Yep,” you confirm with the same tone your boyfriend just used.

Kai then rises from the pantry floor, crackers in hand. “Eat this, too. Salt good for dizziness.”

“Why are you dizzy?”

Jeez, this boy is nosy. 

“You wanna take a guess?” You can’t help being sassy to him. 

“Oh.”

“Anyway… we’re going to go watch a movie now. Leave you to Chucky.”

As you turn to go, Jo stops you. “Wait, Y/N-”

“What?”

“I just… I’ve never felt comfortable with you two alone together, but now that you’re… doing that?”

“Jo, never in my life have I felt in danger around Kai.”

“Yeah, but one wrong,” with Jackson facing you, she makes the gesture of a siphon touch to your arm, “and you can,” she then makes one imitating someone being killed.

You take a deep breath. “Said it once, I’ll say it again. Kai’s not the man in here you should fear. That being said, you tell him you heard us, we’re all in deep shit. Including you, for having your boyfriend over when your parents aren’t home.”

“Dad loves Jack, he won’t care.”

“Believe what you want, but all I’m saying is that I snuck into Kai’s window the other night, and we both overheard Joey getting punished for just kissing a girl at school. You cuddling after what’s probably acceptable Daddy Parker hours, and us actually having sex, plus you not intervening with that? We’re all fucked.”

Her face goes blank at your words. “So you really did?”

“What’d you think we were doing? Hardcore cuddling? Nah, our first time was a loooonnngg time ago, Josette.” You pause, waiting to see if she’ll answer. Nothing; too shocked, apparently. “But yeah… don’t let your daddy find out his kids are growing up. I mean, I guess no dad likes to know their kids are doing that, but yours is particularly aggressive. I literally heard the slap to your brother’s face through the walls when he admitted he kissed some Clarissa girl he likes. I flinched. Kai didn’t. Wake up, Jo, your dad is a monster.”

And with your last word spoken, you take the snacks back upstairs, Kai close behind you.

The walk isn’t interrupted by a single voice, and it stays that way until you turn to your boyfriend. You’re on his bed while he’s just watching you.

“Come here, baby,” you make grabby hands towards him like a child, “let me cuddle you. I’m not gonna let him hurt you. Jo won’t tell; she knows I’m right.”

“She won’t change her opinion of him. She’s always going to be a suck up.” He caves and joins you on the bed, laying between your legs, head on your chest. It’s his comfort position whenever he feels scared: close to you, inhaling your scent, feeling your soft breasts on his cheek, hands intertwined. 

“Yes, but she won’t tell about us, because she can’t do that without spilling her own secrets. One of them being that Jackson doesn’t even know she’s a witch. Like, that’s insane alone.”

Kai doesn’t answer, but you feel his tension ease up slightly. 

“Hey, you need to relax a little more, okay? Take some,” you hold out your forearm for him to siphon, knowing your magic in his bloodstream usually calms him. 

“No. Can’t hurt you.”

“Baby, it never hurts.”

“Already hurt you once today.”

“That didn’t hurt, either. I loved that. And I love this.”

He doesn’t answer. 

“C’mon, Kai. You need it, and I need it. Makes me feel closer to you. Y’know, I can feel it, just a little, when my magic’s in you. It tingles my stomach. If I relish in it too much, makes me want you. Makes me wet,” you whisper, letting your breath hit his ear. “And I know you can feel it, too.”

Your words affect him, and soon, he becomes hungry for the need for your magic. The need to feel that same tingling effect, now amplified knowing you feel it, too. Slowly, he reaches a hand out, the one that’s not linked with yours, and grasps your forearm. As he focuses, the site glows orange, and the energy transfers between your bodies. You both moan lightly, and you cradle his head closer to you. 

“There you go, my angel.”

After a few moments, he breaks contact, but that’s all that’s needed to have you swirling around his bloodstream. The sensation is there, and it’s strong, but you can tell Kai is too tired to take advantage of the feeling. Sometimes, it’s so intimate it puts him to sleep. Like this time, where you can feel the heaviness in his eyes from your linked bodies. It starts to make you tired, too. 

“Take a nap, it’s okay.”

“I love you,” he mutters, almost inaudibly. You feel the words from his lips moving on your chest, though, and know what he’s said.

“I love you, too.”

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General König Headcanons (x reader? Read AN)

Yeah, title is self explanatory, just some random headcanons I've thought of and need to get out of my head. There are some x reader headcanons. Even though it's not the majority, I've decided to include it in the title for the reason that there are some scattered within the mix. Take this as like a 'living with König' typa thing.

Content Warnings: None

Genre: All fluff, nothing explicit

Masterlist here!

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I feel like with his mental health history, he'd have some special way to calm himself down in stressful situations or just all the time.

Maybe a fidget toy? Like the small dimple ones.

Not too small since his hands are pretty above average in size, but yknow what I mean.

He'd need a way to release that nervousness or excitement he's feeling.

Though, his favourite things to fiddle with would probably be your hands. Running his fingertips along your middle finger down to your palm, gently stroking the skin, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours. Definitely comforting.

Would probably be a chronic nail biter and wears gloves outside his job to actually stop himself from tearing up his nail beds. Would have probably also used the bitter nail polish originally, but he probably found it too gross (behold, the function of the product). Found the gloves work way better. Out of sight, out of mind.

Since he has quite a large build, both in height and in muscle, he has trouble finding clothes his size in a lot of store. Trousers will fit his hips but the legs would be too short, or be too loose around his hips but legs are just right. He'd need to get them tailored to make sure they fit just right.

Would realise that taking so many pieces of clothing at once or over time to the seamstress would become expensive when repeated so many times, so he'd take on sewing as a hobby.

i.e. why he has his little DIY mask situation going on.

The mask had been made from a black shirt, so he'd be big on finding ways to save material and minimise the land waste.

Sewing would give him a nice distraction from the outside world, gives him time to do what he enjoys. It's a good way to kill time.

The needles would be so small compared to his fingers so he'd definitely need his gloves on for that just in case he were to accidentally prick himself.

Very big on keeping his home clean, gives him another distraction. Sweeping and mopping, generally tidying his desk and office, polishing furniture.

He finds himself very accomplished and happy with himself knowing he can keep his home looking pretty and spotless.

Speaking about something pretty,

Would have the prettiest puppy dog eyes ever.

Beautiful downturned eyes and heavy eyelids, probably green or blue, of course they give the prettiest eyes ever to the largest, most terrifying soldier.

During the time he's deployed, he'd be required to comply with KorTac's code of conduct and keep his hair cropped. Though when he has his time off, he likes growing it out and keeping it long. He finds it soothing to brush and comb through his locks, pinning his fringe out of his face with bobby pins as he curls the rest of his hair into a bun or a ponytail.

Uses special shampoos, conditioners and oils to keep his hair strong and healthy.

That being said, he loves when his S/O or a close friend plays with his hair.

Loves head scratches and massages, especially when it's someone else's hands.

If you listen really closely, you may just hear him purr as you work your fingertips along his scalp. Could definitely fall asleep to your massages.

That being said, when he's at home, he'd be a very heavy and very quiet sleeper. Maybe a few small hums is all you would be able to hear from him.

Waking him up would be a bit of a challenge as he'd be so exhausted from returning home that he'd be knocked out for a good 12+ hours.

Won't be all for braiding flowers into his hair, but if you do it for him then he's never taking them out.

Same with friendship bracelets or necklaces or rings. He wouldn't really be one to wear jewellery of any kind, but will forever wear whatever accessory you give him without any second thought.

Gives me big nose vibes (what Doja said), tooth gap, split lip, prominent, visible scarring along his lips and nose.

Due to how his sheer size already and he's prone to standing out in a crowd regardless of what he's wearing, I feel like he'd want to keep a mask on a lot of the time.

He's already way above average in his build, the last thing he'd want to do is draw anymore attention to himself.

That being said, he probably has the best skincare routine ever.

Cleanser, toner, serum, moisturiser, then sunscreen in the morning or a different cream at night.

In comparison to his rougher hands, you bet his cheeks are soft and plush. That being said, I reckon he'd keep his face shaven, maybe a little stubble.

WEARS READING GLASSES!!!!!!

Would wear those old man glasses with the thin metal frames and wide lenses.

Grandpa energy even though he's just in his early to mid thirties.

Will occasionally ask for help to define words for him if he reads or hears one which he doesn't know the meaning for.

"Engel, what does.. coi..tus.. 'coitus' mean? and why did the audience laugh after Sheldon had said it.. I don't understand American humour."

Since he enlisted in the military at age 17, barely an adult, he'd missed out on a lot of key moments in life like graduation at high school or a university, or finding himself a lover and marrying them, getting drunk or doing drugs with your best mates for the first time. He's lost a lot of time in the military, it makes him a little sad thinking how much he's devoted his life to becoming a mercenary. So when he's with you, he spends his time enjoying doing little things with you, such as when cooking or cleaning together.

Wouldn't prefer to go out and do anything out in public, but if you ask him really nicely, he'll go out with you to a park or a communal area for a sit down or to have an ice cream or whatever you're feeling.

Plays candy crush.

On level 1496.

Very talented with his thumbs.

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Yeah thats all :3 hope you enjoyed

Goodnight <3

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50 nsfw questions for Din Djarin

Hey there ✨ This is my first time ever writing headcanons and oh my, I loved it. Have fun with our dearest Space Hunter !

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Also please excuse if there're mistakes, english is not my first language.

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18+ MDI

1. Biggest Turn-On

When your silhouette is drawing behind the sliding slight transparent door of the washroom of the Crest. He loves you to tease him with a sight of your partially, or not, naked body while he still wears his armor. Din also loves tension after a fight you both would get into, watching you sweaty and powerful..

2. Biggest Turn-off

Do not dare to betray him. He would catch the lies in your eyes even before you would attempt something against him. Do not use him. Never. You'll regret it.

3. Quickest way to get horny

Being confined in a small space with you, when hiding from enemies during a mission with you. Glances of you trying to guess his expression through his helmet. Lingering, ‘accidental’ touches, fingers grazing yours while seated next to you in a cantina on Nevarro. And probably the very best way to get your space hunter horny would be when you cross your arms on his armored body behind him, seated on his pilot chair, and your hands reach down for him to give him a little break on his job.

4. Top 3 places to be touched

Being a Bounty-Hunter is a hard life choice for a man, and this armor weighs quite a lot on this magnificently built body. So he probably would enjoy a gentle massage of his upper - and lower - back, using some oil or maybe just your fingers grazing his skin to help him fall asleep. Speaking of falling asleep, number two would definitely be his hair. God he misses your tickling and you playing with his dark curls when he has to keep the helmet on. And number three would be his hands, calloused, used and exhausted from fighting. Din is a sucker for soothing gestures while he's back to the Crest after a mission, so he would kill for you to massage his ungloved hands at the end of a tough day.

5. Do you like the idea of a threesome or moresome ?

Din is a space curiosity man. He would probably would prefer you alone for him, just to be his to please and fuck, but he certainly would enjoy one time or so a well-chosen partner for the two of you.

6. Sex or Masturbation ?

Both, since the loneliness of his jobs across the Galaxy, alone in the Razor Crest, would make him needy when remembering you. And of course he would fuck you as soon as he could when being near you. Beskar on flesh.

7. Spit or Swallow ?

Oh Din is a gentleman. He would never ask you to swallow, nor even for your precious mouth to be covered in his white thick juice.. He would think it is too demeaning. Unless you beg for him to cum on your lips, and you ask him to swallow right with finishing to suck him dry.

8. Rough or Romantic sex ?

He would mostly be romantic and tender, kissing you softly, caressing every bit of your skin. Though as he probably has missed you during his last job, he would take you roughly right as he sees you, not even taking off his armor.

9. Loud or quiet partners ?

He absolutely loves to hear how good he makes you feel. Be loud, Honey, you better show your Space Hunter how much you like him making love to you. 

10. How much foreplay ?

Removing a Beskar armor is quite long Honey, so that’s why Din would enjoy taking care of you first, just using his tongue and his lips, licking and biting you delicately. And sometimes he would remove his gloves.. He loves you even more when you beg for him to take you, even still wearing that Beskar.

11. How much teasing does he like ?

He would love you to tease him until he has enough and wants to take you, but he probably would enjoy teasing you actually. Giving you pleasure with lust and possessiveness.

12. Hooks up or only partners ?

Mando is a solitary man, but he has enjoyed the company of a beautiful creature before you, even for just a few hours before he leaves for his next job again.

13. How much kissing during sex ?

If he's with you, alone and safe in the Razor Crest, he would never release your lips. You would be the only one he would remove his helmet for, and enjoy his tender and hungry kisses.

14. Favorite place to have sex ?

Anywhere as long as it is with you Darling.

15. Would he have sex in public ?

He’s a man of risk. Yes he would. The fear of getting caught, of getting seen or heard. That would definitely drive him mad, fucking you against a wall, in the changing room of the Baths, or discreetly using his fingers between your legs while seated in a bar. 

16. Last place he had sex?

On his pilot chair in the Razor Crest..

17. Where would he most like to have sex?

Pretty most anywhere safe enough to get a good time with you. But he would mostly take you in his ship, or at your place if you dare to invite him.

18. Spontaneous sex or does he need to be in the mood?

Both. Just you being around him would already set him in the mood..

19. Would he go for a hookup at a stranger's house?

After a long hunting day, and only if he's single, yes. But since he's with you no. The Mandalorian is a man of honor and he's loyal to the one he loves the most.

20. Biggest kink?

Choking you, still wearing his gloves. Do you really think he would take the time to undress if he was visiting you between two jobs ? He would love to see begging for more, and begging for him to remove his helmet. Sometimes he would, and sometimes not.. 

21. Is he ok with name-calling?

No. Din is a gentle and kind soul. He would never diminish you by calling you in bad ways.

22. Would he do BDSM?

Again, Din enjoys pleasures, teasing almost, gentle gestures in bed, skin caresses. Sex with him would be moments of either extreme care, passion, tenderness, or wilderness.

23. Would he prefer to tie you up or be tied up?

Both. Definitely. He would so enjoy watching you beg for him to end the frustration of not taking you.. And Din would also enjoy a handcuffed-being at your mercy game.

24. Does he like orgasm denial?

Even if that would stir him up into a frustration storm.. Yes. But he shall have his revenge on you right after. Be prepared to be ravaged with ferocious kisses and lustful hands on your body.

25. Does he like overstimulation?

Not so very much actually. Din is willing to suffer on a mission, but not in bed. He would enjoy the sensation of one more lick or suck but not more. He would prefer your kisses and gentle touch in his ears, hearing how breathless he had gotten you.

26. Does he like pain being involved?

Probably not. Din is a ferocious fighter on hunts, but in bed, with you, he is a sweetheart. Caring, loving, affectionate. Making love should be only about pleasure and indulging for this space hunter. He deserves it. 

27. Does he like dirty talk?

He will have to learn with you what you like to hear, but he eventually would end up whispering the filthiest words in your ear as he pounds deep in you, Beskar worn or not, and makes you cry for more.

28. Does he own sex toys? How many?

The only toy Din has in his possession would be his comlink.. To watch some of those holos. And maybe some you would have made for him when separated by your respective jobs.

29. What does he masturbate to?

Your voice, memories of you watching the Stars with him, memories of you taking a shower in the Twi'li'k bath, purposely teasing him with the sight of your naked body.

30. Multiple rounds or will he settle for one orgasm ?

Din would definitely have enough stamina to rock you several times if you need to.

31. Does he enjoy giving oral?

When he misses you, he would kill to feel you under his lips, you just offered and naked for him.

32. Does he prefer giving or receiving oral?

He likes both equally. 

33. What makes him orgasm the fastest ?

The sight of you naked under him, pounding into you, you begging for him to cum inside you.. Or while you're riding him, on his bunk down in the Crest. Ultimately having your lips kissing him furiously, feeling your moans and you screaming his name on his mouth.. That would make him lose his mind and almost see the Stars. 

34. Does he like/do anal/pegging?

Din is curious. But he wouldn't start with such things. If you're willing for him to give this side of the game Darling, you better ask him. 

35. Favorite position?

Right when he can have your legs spread for him, his body leaned on yours, his arms framing and capturing you in his warmth. Yes, that would be long, slow, but intense missionary.

36. Does he use protection?

Din is gentleman and unless you assure or beg him you want him to fuck you raw, he will always use protection.

37. Does he masturbate with clothes on ?

Oh dear, do we need to talk about how this man is supposed to endure your absence, alone in his ship ? No we don't. Of course he would keep his armor on, and make a mess thinking of you..

38. How does he prefer his partner's hair/grooming?

He likes a tidy appearance, but he knows what days of confinement in a spaceship means Darling, so he's not very fussy in general. Just being with you in this small space that is his space ship, half-naked pretty much all the time.. That would lead to a lot of nice times.. Regardless of how ravaged and exhausted you both would be.

39. What does he wear to bed?

Nothing. Once he removes his heavy armor and helmet, it is for good until the next morning.

40. What does he like his partner to wear ?

Transparency. He loves the mere evocation of your silhouette seen through a delicate silk night garment.. And probably to take you while you still wear it.

41. Does he like his balls played with?

Girl. You better learn how to play with those or he will teach you. 

42. What is his sexuality?

He's probably pansexual as he tends to be attracted to any form of beauty in this galaxy. Including you.

43. Does he have extreme or unusual kinks?

Having you while you're handcuffed, and the other way : him being at your mercy kind of game. He’s used to being the hunter, and sometimes he wants to know it is to be hunted.

44. How often does he masturbate ?

The man is very busy hunting throughout the Galaxy, but as soon as his mind linger a bit longer onto thoughts, memories of the two of you.. He certainly would. 

45. Favorite toy?

His fingers. And his tongue. The man hides his skills under his helmet.

46. Does he like roleplay?

Oh he might discover he does. Just help him find what is right for this Bounty-Hunter. Like playing hide-and-seek, as a hunter and prey thing. And oh Dear, you better be ready when the Mandalorian finds you. 

47. Any fetishes?

Din is a gentle and calm soul so he wouldn't be needy for something in particular. Except, maybe.. being bitten…. As he feels so hungry for your touch when far from you. He misses you and he needs you to mark him, especially on his neck and shoulders. He needs to feel you.

48. Aftercare?

Again, Din is a gentleman. He would wait for your body to ease and for your thighs to stop trembling before laying next to you, exhausted and undone. He would caress you, travel his fingers on your sweaty skin, from your waist to your cheek. He would admire how messy he has made you, watching you wince, and chuckle, as the muscles of your thighs would hurt. And Din would patiently wait for you to recover your breath, eyes closed, and he would kiss you again, pulling you into his arms, unable to resist your opened mouth, still moaning..

“Are you alright Sweetheart ? You seem to have lost your mind” - kiss

49. Does he ever go comando?

Probably at night in the Crest, alone, or with you around in somewhere safe, just for you to enjoy the sight of his gorgeous and strong body.

50. Phone sex?

Oh freaking yes. Comlinks would become sticky at some point..

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Thank you for reading ! Hope you enjoyed it ✨

Tagging the best : @thegreatwicked @evolnoomym @the-mandawhor1an

[sweetheartsnips]

Hey I followed you a couple days ago and I lovee your dragon ball content and I heard your hc requests are open so could you please write some random nsfw headcanons for Gamma 2 (like let's say he gets a new "upgrade" to his body, if ykyk 🤭)

Of course! This is technically in the same universe as this little fic. Always a pleasure to treat the Gamma fans :3

Here are my headcanons!

NSFW WARNING

Since the two of you started seeing each other, teaching Gamma 2 physical affection had been, safe to say, a little bit of a learning curve. It’s not that he didn’t want to do it– fantasies of holding you close (and perhaps letting his hands wander) had been the subject of his distractions on his missions for a while now. 

For a while, he didn’t understand the ‘feelings’ that he had been feeling more and more frequently. It wasn’t so much a physical sensation, no. It was more like a tightness in his circuits. A tightness in his body that just kissing you didn't unravel. 

Was he dirty for this? Was he broken for wanting to see your pretty face contorted in pleasure? Or wanting to feel your legs wrapped around him?  Or maybe even your pretty lips around his–

There was the issue. He didn’t have that. Not yet anyway. Nothing Doctor Hedo couldn’t quickly fix. Yes, an embarrassing conversation. But a necessary obstacle in his quest to fuck you.

Ever the showman, Gamma 2 did not let the doctor skimp in the size department of his new part. A big one would match his ego, after all.

Now fully fitted out, he could hardly control himself. Touching your sides, hands straying upwards to your chest, grabbing at your hips. In front of others, mind you. He was a bit of a mess. He just wanted you so badly. 

So when he finally had you at home, all alone, he pounced. 

Pinning you against your bed with the cool, metal weight of his body. He 100% leaves hickeys. He wants others to know that he was the one to do this to you. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He practically whines. Your body against his has him buzzing and twitching. 

He does not waste time teasing you. He is a superhero. A man on a mission. Without wasting a second (after making sure you were ready), he’s pressing his steel cock into you, the girth of it stretching out your walls. 

He was a little cold inside of you, but the contrast of temperatures inside your wet warmth had you begging for him to move.

He would let you guide him, holding back, for the most part. Until you start mewling and asking for it harder. Then he wouldn't be able to control himself. He wanted to ruin you for anybody else. 

He would never admit it but he loves seeing you beg and plead for him. It makes him feel even more like a hero. Another dirty secret of his is that he wants you to suck on his fingers whilst he still is wearing his gloves. 

Speaking of, Gamma 2 would be into roleplay. Like: superhero and damsel in distress. And on certain evenings, maybe hero of justice and bank robber. He especially liked the second option, where he could tie you up under the guise of ‘restraining crime’ (safely and consensually of course).

He is a vocal partner. Not necessarily the best at hot dirty talk (though he would get better with experience), mostly just sounds and horny mumbles about how perfect you feel, how much he loves you, how pretty you are. Lots of moaning and whimpering. You don’t let him hold it in. 

He would love to fuck you whilst you are dressed up as a superhero. Even better if it was his clothes. 

Sex is mostly a fun activity for the two of you to show your affection for one another. He doesn’t like to punish or degrade you, and despite usually finishing first, he seeks to put your pleasure first. He always makes sure you are satisfied. 

He loves to cuddle and sleep afterwards, snuggling up to your warm body, playing with your hair and kissing your neck/shoulders softly. 

[busterbby]

— little acts of love.

fluff. gn!reader. hcs. ichiro, jiro.

note: i swear i love my boy sabu, and i love writing for him, trust. he’ll come soon enough!! (also if you can tell my bias, no you can't)

Ichiro . . . is always doing the most for you. the little things you wont realize at first

letting you have a bite of his food out on dates, having you taste test dinner to make sure it’s to your liking. he drapes a blanket over you too, each time he sees you’ve knocked out on the couch after a long day. he won’t disturb you, but when you wake up, you see that there’s already food for you on the table

(or draping you with his jacket.. omg)

he seems to have a ‘sixth sense.’ always making your favorite dinners on the days you just so happen to have it rough or doing the certain chores you absolutely despise

“it’s cold outside. make sure to wear a jacket.”

and he’d even button it up for you! helps you put on your jacket and zips it all the way up so that you’re all warm and cozy. sometimes he’d lend you his coat too, if your jacket ever wasn’t warm enough for you

(he brushes the hair out of your face too, and there’s just.. the loveliest smile. softest eyes. and his callused fingers are so delicate with you too, as if you’d break at the slightest wrong touch)

he gives you his gloves too so that your hands don’t freeze, and don’t worry about him! ichiro would grin; he’s got another pair he’ll use when doing his odd jobs. but you can see the frostbites and cracks that mark up him hands from all the previous days’ work

(he’s always working so hard, for you and his bros)

they’re so big on you — don’t fit perfect like a glove should. but they’re just so warm. and of course, they’re gloves after all, but it’s just so.. reminiscent of Ichiro. the exact same warmth when he gently holds your hands, the exact same butterflies in your chest. it’s that reassuring sort of warmth that eases your heart and lets you know that everything will be ok

ruffles your hair, a lot,,

it’s just a small habit he’s picked up after doing it to jiro and saburo for so long.

but every time he’ll ruffle your hair, because he’s just so proud of you, whether it’s because you did well on a test or you got that promotion or anything.

sure, he messes up your hair, and his hands are so heavy albeit in a good way. there’s just butterflies in your stomach and nice comforting warmth..

“good job babe! i knew you could do it!” he’d beam so confidently because ichi always did have the utmost faith in you, even if you didn’t

and when he shoots you that adoring smile.. badump.

it’s like another cupid’s shot right through the heart, another time you’ve fallen in love; you just want to continue making him proud right then and there (though you always do, no matter what)

honestly honestly, you see why Jiro and Saburo are always (not so) discreetly asking for head ruffles for even the tiniest job well done

he always will peel a small plate of fruit for you,,

whenever you’re busy studying or perhaps working on projects that never seem to end, Ichiro will always come on with a plate of your favorite fruits. he sets it down, gives you a warm, tiny smile and the sweetest “good luck” oozes from his lips. sweeter than the fruits

it’s the brotherly instinct in him, really. he loves looking after you and his bros; it’s nothing, really.

gahh he’s too cute

a plate of perfectly peeled oranges and pears, heart strawberries, and apple rabbits. they’re so juicy and ripe and perfect for snacking, sweeter because ichiro peeled them for you

(rabbit apples always did taste better than regular slices)

and the scent of citrus lingers from his fingertips, when Ichiro cups your cheeks and leans down to kiss you sweet. you can smell the oranges and clementines when he’s this close, taste them from his lips

and perhaps they’re sweetest right from ichiro himself..

Jiro . . . is thinking of you, always

telling his friends about how amazing you were or maybe playing the guitar, wondering if you’d like this melody he’d just made (though if he thinks of you too much, he’d strike a wrong chord. with the prettiest blush too and flustered heart..)

he’s always sending you crude memes he thinks you’d find funny or songs he listens to and thinks of you, almost immediately

not that jiro is trying to. his heart is just so big and full, and you’re always on the back of his instinctively. did you eat today, you’ve probably got the math homework all figured out by now ; he doesn’t realize just how sweet he can be

but when you see that text from your boyfriend and the little ‘reminds me of you’, well.. your heart can’t help but skip a beat. and you think you might have the greatest boyfriend, ever

also lots of little touches too

loves to rest his chin on your shoulder. arms lazily wrapped around your waist, lazy lopsided grin as he watches you scroll through your phone or mayhaps just watching tv

it’s lazy, it’s cute. Jiro is happy as long as he has you

just.. lazy cuddling. lots and lots of it, especially when the two of you have an at-home date or are just lounging in his room (his favorite way to cuddle maybe?)

and he’ll nestle himself into the crook of your neck, hum absentmindedly; his feathered hair grazes your skin, hot breaths tickle. just very.. intimate — a nice slow date

( imagine,, sometimes he’ll turn his cheek and give your neck a sweet little kiss. really soft, really light — it’s almost ticklish )

he’s a bit too touch-affectionate ; it’s his love language! whether it’s loosely holding hands or just having you close. it’s how he connects his heart to yours..

and he always makes it a habit to follow the sidewalk rule. to hold your hand and keep you close, away from traffic and sprinting across crossroads. he just cannot allow you to walk near the side of the road, ever. it’s too dangerous!

(note: irumi probably jokingly told him about it one day, teasing that she sure hopes jiro wasn’t making you walk on the same side of the road. oh poor jiro, she tuts shaking her head at a cutely, hopelessly lost jiro. hasn’t he heard? you’re not supposed to make the one you love walk on the same side as the cars!

unfortunately, he didn’t pick up on the sarcasm, and from then on, he’s never let you walk on that side of the road ever again. )

if you were, he gets on his nerves; shit, what if a car suddenly swerves and hits you? what if the dirty rainwater from the other day splashes all over you?? the thoughts make him jolt and get all antsy

and before you know it, he grabs your wrist and switches places with you. which is strange, when you eventually notice that he’s always trying to walk on the side of the road

but it’s so.. cute, when you first realize why. yes, it’s not real, and yes, saburo has probably made called him a dumbass, a idiot, all sorts of names in the book, for even believing in that shit, but he doesn’t care. because what if. It’s just so sweet.

it’s.. it’s the little things, ok? even if, hypothetically, a car were to swerve onto the sidewalk, the both of you would get hit. but it’s the thought, really. Jiro wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself for you

he always always always gives you an extra kiss or two, or five, before he drops you off after a date

standing at your door, he gets a bit of frozen feet and a thick gulp in his throat because he doesn’t want to leave just yet. his hands are still in yours, loose, but he can’t let go..

he’d lean over and give you a ‘goodbye’ kiss just before you open your door. and he’d give your hands one last tight squeeze, pulling back with those

buttt he goes back in for another one, and then one more too, because it’s just so addictive.

(I also like to think that he’d just love kisses)

“one more!!” he says, before grabbing your shoulders and giving you another sloppy, sweet kiss. but it’s been six ‘one more’s, and your lips are starting to go numb. he doesn’t want to go back home just yet

because that would mean the date would end, and jiro can’t leave you yet!!

(he will probably text you again back home though, as if he hadn’t already been with you for so long. But he can never get enough of you)

stands outside the door and makes sure you got into your house safe and sound before he leaves!! he’ll even wave at you when you peek through the window, with the warmest grin,,

honestly honestly, he’s just a very kind and sweet boyfriend!! with the biggest heart that he wears on his sleeve.

[rorywritesjunk]

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

You decide to ask Buggy an important question but he has major doubts.

Rating: PG-13 just because of mentions of sex but nothing graphic at all. Warning: Insecure Buggy, mentions of an ex who was not nice to Buggy (no physical abuse, one mention of possible verbal abuse). There's a misunderstanding, there's tears, Buggy just isn't sure of anything. Mild angst. Lots of 'I love you's. A/N: A request from a lovely Anon wanting Buggy to be the one getting proposed to! This was sweet to write and I managed to get it done in one night. It just happened. And it was good to get it out of my system. Title comes from "Your Song" by Elton John.

All you said to Buggy at breakfast that morning was for him to dress nice and meet you on the docks after the work was done for the day. It didn’t ring suspicious to him at all, you had been talking about having a date night for a while, one away from the crew, the ship, just the two of you at some little restaurant or cafe, whatever it was you were in the mood for. Lately it had been crepes but to Buggy, that was more breakfast food than dinner. 

So he did as you requested, even washing his face to refresh his makeup, making sure the bones on his forehead were perfect, the blue around his eyes the right amount of sparkly, and even made sure the red around his mouth was applied a little thicker than usual so he could cover your face with it when he kissed you (one of his favorite things to do). He made sure his clothes looked their best (a little grubby, maybe even a little bit of blood on the front) and perched his hat on his head, his long blue hair threaded to the top and coming off the sides; you said it reminded you of waterfalls when you first saw his hair that way and he brushed off his face turning red by insisting the sun was in his eyes, even though it was evening time inside a dimly lit pub.

You’d been together for three years now, the anniversary having been just two weeks ago. The two of you celebrated with a bottle of rum, no clothes, and the two of you spent the entire day together in the captain’s quarters. Buggy wondered if this was a followup to that, but you didn’t say anything about the anniversary this morning, just that you wanted to take him out. And he was fine with it, it was a nice break from the same ol’ food on the ship. 

He only waited a few minutes down at the docks when you showed up. To you, dressing nice was your performance clothing. Loose fitting black and gray striped pants, your black ankle high boots, and a snug fitting black vest with a dark red liner. Honestly, it was Buggy’s favorite thing to see you wear and his favorite thing to take off you.

“So, where are we going?” He asked as you walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “You got me all dressed up and nowhere to go, love.”

“I’m taking you out, don’t fuss.” You told him as you took his gloved hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as you led him to the streets. He looked around as he followed you, taking in the sights, sounds, and smell of the town. It was like any port town, really, with the fishy smells, the movement of people, and the sounds of chattering all around. He caught a whiff of a particularly funky smell and he made a face, frowning at you as you walked.

“Where are you taking me?” He asked as you made a sudden turn down an alley. “Hope it smells better than where we just were.”

“It will.” You squeezed his hand to reassure him, glancing back with a grin. He trusted you, sure, but the alley was narrow, there were some doors, garbage, stored goods, nothing that really said romantic but at the same time, the two of you didn’t really fit the definition.

Hell, the two of you met at a bar years ago. He was drinking away his shattered heart while you were showing off your ability to swallow swords in front of a crowd, snatching handfuls of berry from the spectators and stuffing it down your shirt for safe keeping. He caught your eye right as you opened your mouth and tilted your head back, allowing the sword to safely slip down your throat. You gave him a wink as the hilt touched your lips.

He was in love and forgot all about whats-their-name.

And Buggy moves fast. He invited you to join his band of freaks while you were between his legs in his room, demonstrating your swallowing abilities in person. You called it an audition while he called it a first date. 

That was three and a half years ago. It took him six months to actually get the courage to ask if you wanted to be with him as a couple, no other hookups or things like that. Just you and him, because well, Buggy sometimes didn’t really know how to express his feelings and he didn’t know if he should just say he was in love with you or if that would come off too strong? Would it scare you off the ship and out of his life? And he got nervous when you didn’t respond, but he also chose the worst time to ask as you were practicing your technique with two swords this time, but your eyes were comically large as you stared at him in shock. 

You couldn’t really speak (Buggy thought from disgust but again, swords down your throat) so you just took his hand and gave it a squeeze to reassure him.

It felt like forever until you finally stopped in front of a door at the end of the alley. Buggy looked around, wondering where you two were, when you looked at him with a big smile and opened the door for him, gesturing for him to go in. He did so, straightening his hat before stepping over the threshold. 

The smell of something savory hit him almost immediately before the sounds of people cooking came next. The place was small, only a few tables, one of which was occupied already with a couple who were staring lovingly into each other’s eyes over candlelight. It was a little much. You led him to a table and pulled his chair out for him, still smiling as he sat down. This wasn’t really what he expected. White, wrought iron tables with doilies decorating the top. The chairs matched with pink seat cushions tied to them. Pink and white candles were lit in the middle, casting a warm glow at those seated at the table. Buggy looked over at you while a server came over with menus and water glasses for the two of you. 

“How… did you hear of this place?” He asked as he looked around while you took your seat. “It’s an interesting… choice.”

“Heard about it by chance.” You told him as you opened the menu. “Been craving crepes and they have good ones apparently.”

“That’s breakfast food.” He pointed out as he glanced over the menu. He’d just get something savory but have something sweet to take back to the ship. “You’re weird.”

“I love you too, Buggy.” You chuckled as you set the menu down, smiling at him from across the table. He tried to ignore you, hiding his blushing face behind the menu. Even after three years, he still wasn’t used to those words being directed at him. He said it back to you, of course, and showed you in different ways how he loved you, but you would just say it whenever you felt like it, catching him off guard, sometimes making him stumble over his words, but you meant it when you said it. 

When he finally set the menu down, you reached across the table for his hand. He let you hold it without much thought, your thumb brushing over his knuckles softly while your other hand reached into your pocket. Your smile looked a bit nervous now and he wondered what you were doing; your hand came up to the table with a small black box in it and he wondered what the hell was going on.

And then the box was opened, revealing a gold ring. Buggy leaned forward to get a better look at it, squinting in the candlelight. It was gold, he could see that, and the design almost looked like the blade of a sword with a stone where the hilt would be. He looked between you and the box, a frown appearing on his face as you took the ring out of the box and held it out to him.

“What the hell is that?” He asked, voice cracking nervously as you chuckled, looking just as nervous as him.

“I love you, Buggy.” You told him again. “And… and I saw this ring at our last stop and thought it would look so good on you, y’know? The stone reminded me of the color of your eyes and the design reminded me of us and and how we met… and I realized how much you mean to me and how great these last few years have been-”

“Is this a breakup ring?” He demanded angrily, jerking his hand back and knocking his water glass over. He pushed back from the table to avoid the spill. “Why the hell would you give that to me?! You should have just said something if you didn’t want to be with me!”

‘What? It’s, it’s not a breakup ring, that’s not a thing, Buggy!” You told him with a laugh; he glared at you, whether over the ring or the laugh, you weren’t sure, so you grabbed his hand once more. “Buggy, I’m asking you to marry me, you goof.”

Marry me.

Oh. So, not a breakup ring. Not that that’s a real thing anyway.

“Why?” He asked suspiciously.

“Why what, Buggy?”

He didn’t pull back this time, the glare turning into a perplexed expression as he looked across the table at you. Was this for real or some kind of joke? You never played a joke on him in the past, that wasn’t your thing. His ex did that sometimes: say something cruel to Buggy then claim it was just a joke, don’t be so sensitive, Bugs, geez when he would even look a bit upset. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“No?”

“It’s not funny.” He shook his head and pulled back, leaving his hand with you as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. The couple at the other table were holding hands and smiling at each other over the candlelight. It was kind of gross. “I’m not laughing.”

“Buggy, I promise it’s not a joke.” You insisted, the nervousness gone and replaced with concern. “I want to marry you, babe, really.”

He glanced over at you quickly before looking away again. It was hard not to think of it as a joke. Why would you want to marry him? You said you loved him all the time, whether it was waking him up with kisses and kind words, over breakfast when you brought him your coffee, after practices and performances, and always before, during, and after sex. But that didn’t mean you would want to marry him. He figured that was something that wouldn’t ever happen to him. 

You wanted him to know you loved him unconditionally, that the ring meant that, but his reaction to it wasn’t what you expected. You didn’t want to draw attention to him, noting that the kitchen seemed to get a bit quieter since you pulled the ring out and the server hadn’t come by yet. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to smile. 

“Do… you need to think about it?” You asked as you put the ring back in the box. “I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s… that’s okay. We probably should have talked about it before I sprung it on you.” You closed the box and stuck it back in your pocket before squeezing his hand once more. “Buggy, I’m sorry if I upset you.”

I’m sorry if I upset you. That… that was a phrase he wasn’t used to hearing until you came into his life. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before he turned to look back at you. He wanted to ignore the way your eyes glistened with tears as you picked the menu back up to look at it. 

“Why are you crying?” He asked. 

“Because I’m upset.” You told him with a sniff. “I’m upset that I… I made you uncomfortable.”

“Oh.” He waited a moment before saying, “D’you really want to marry me?”

You looked over the top of the menu with a nod and sniffle. “Really.”

“Really?” He didn’t sound convinced.

“Yes, really.” You said, lowering the menu and wiping at your eyes. “I am asking Captain Buggy the Clown, the Flashiest Fool I’ve ever met, for his hand in marriage. I want to marry you because I love you, Buggy.” You hesitated before reaching into your pocket and pulling the box back out. “I love you so much, you take such good care of me, of the rest of the freaks, and… I feel so lucky you chose me.”

He didn’t say anything as he straightened his hand out for you, wiggling his ring finger. You took the ring out of the box and watched him as you slowly slid it onto his finger. He pulled his hand back to look at it, tilting his hand in different ways to get the perfect view of the stone in the candlelight. Finally, he nodded, clearing his throat as he held his hand back over to you. 

“Y-Yes.” He said, voice catching, sounding just a bit higher before he cleared his throat again. “You can have the honor of marrying me.” 

“Yea?” A grin slowly started to spread across your face. “Really, Buggy? It’s a yes?”

“Well, it’s not a no.” He said with a shrug. “If you’ll have me, of course, baggage and all.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You chuckled as you brought his hand closer, kissing the knuckle above his ring finger before looking up at him with a big smile. “I love you, Buggy, baggage and all.”

He couldn’t help but glance over at the couple. They were looking in your direction, having now heard some of the conversation. Buggy pulled his hand away from you and held his hand up, showing off the ring to them.

“Yea, I’m getting married. How ‘bout that?” He laughed. One of them looked expectantly at the other, who just scooted their chair away, looking uncomfortable. With a huff, the other stormed out, mumbling something about it’s been how long and that guy gets a ring? And well, Buggy felt pretty smug about that. Of the two couples in the place that night, two had a miscommunication but one got engaged. He glanced back over at you and leaned back in his chair. “So, when we doing it? When do you make an honest clown outta me?”

“Whenever you want, Buggy.” You smiled as he reached across the table for your hand. “I love you.”

“Yea, the ring makes it pretty clear that you do.” He replied as he took your hand in his. “We gotta get a matching one for your hand now, love. It’s naked without one.” 

“We can do that.” You assured him. He looked down at your hand in his, a smile appearing on his face as he looked at the ring once more.

“You really want to marry me?” He asked, needing that assurance from you once more.

You squeezed his hand gently. “I really do, Buggy. I promise.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.” 

“Okay.” He nodded as he glanced up at you, meeting your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Buggy.” 

[laurancezvahlslefteyebrow]

well hello there

here is aphmau in my au/rewrite

i tried to draw her in as many of her iconic outfits as possible but good irene she has a lot [click for better quality]

so here are some changes and headcanons i have for aph in my au:

•she’s neurodivergent. not entirely sure what specifically, probably adhd. for sure dyslexic.

•she has sensory issues, which is why she’s usually in shorts. she feels like she can’t move properly in a dress for pants.

•so in my au she is irene just like regular canon. i gave her her markings but you might notice they’re different; here’s why: so in my au, scars and tattoos can both be used as runes to conduct magicks. scar runes amplify one’s existing magicks while tattoo runes bestow a certain magicks ability to a person (even if they already have one to begin with). though this practice is outdated and illegal in most parts of the world. because irene’s abilities existed prior to her become a divine warrior, she scarred herself to not only enhance said abilities but to also show her true dedication. nowadays no one, except maybe zoey, actually knows what they are or what they’re for exactly.

sorry that was a lot… ANYWAY

•when irene locked herself away, she tried to dress in a way she thought might help her blend in in whatever time she popped back out.

•she was wrong.

•phoenix drop gets really hot, especially in the summer, and it doesn’t snow there. aphmau uses it as an excuse to wear shorts all the time.

•when she first showed up she wasn’t as clueless as they made her seem in rebirth. she was just as aware as she was in the og beginning (except no she didn’t think she was playing minecraft) her reason for helping out the village was basically this: “oh look a village, cool i needed a place to stay. oh man these guys are in rough shape, they don’t have a lord?!? ah geez no one’s helping them, guess i gotta help them. oh shit they made me lord!” ok maybe not EXACTLY like that but yk

•she’s not a pick me in this universe :) and she doesn’t lead people on.

•when garroth first noticed how hard she was working on the village without even being asked, he bought her some gloves so she’d stop tearing up her hands. he bought some basic fingerless leather gloves but payed extra to have them dyed black and embroidered with lil purpley pink flowers. he hopes she’d like them and that his gesture wouldn’t come off as clunky or weird. she loved them and keeps them with her even when they’ve gotten too worn to wear.

•laurmau is endgame. aph and aaron never have any kind of romantic relationship. he’s more of a mentor to her. (i’m sorry garmau lovers i love y’all but laurance is my guy)

ok

so that’s all folks, i’m sure i have more headcanons and changes for aphmau but none come to mind right now. feel free to leave suggestions tho :)

garroth is next >:)