#shouting out a good boy small creator

[veenus777]

◜Wilbur Soot Boyfriend Headcanons◞

┊ ᝰ﹕SFW, please ignore my Google translate English

♤ This man is a gentleman! He would be romantic but not in big things but in small ones.

♧ He would buy you your favorite snacks, memorize the way you make your coffee just so he could make it how you like it.

♤ He would want to know everything about you but not just about your life but about the things you like.

♧ And speaking of which, he would learn everything just to be closer to you, your favorite book? He will read it, do you like a band? He will listen to all the albums, are you a fan of a series? He will spend the entire morning watching just to have something to talk to you about.

♤ he's the careful type, he'd "fight" with you for not taking good care of yourself but deep down he knows he loves doing that, like always taking two sweaters when he leaves the house or making sure you've eaten that day.

♧ Talking about food, every time he needed to go out in the morning, whether for a Lovejoy rehearsal or a recording, he would make a point of waking up early just to prepare your favorite coffee and leave it on the counter with a note for when you wake up .

♤ Obviously he would take you to band rehearsals and take your opinion very seriously about the songs.

♧ You would have a VIP pass to go to all the shows and you always do, but when you can't attend Wilbur becomes a little less excited and anxious about the show, For him, you are like a lucky charm that makes everything perfect and incredible.

♤ He would include you in his group of friends, on trips and recordings and they will welcome you very well, but don't think you will be immune to Charlie or Tommy's jokes.

♧ If you are also a content creator, it will take you in front of the camera even if you are not have a public relationship, you will always be present in Tommy's vlogs or in some Sorry videos even if for just a few seconds.

♤ Talking about the Sorry brothers I feel like Wilbur would pull you into this (if you're a public person) even if little by little, it would all start with a few appearances here and there and then it would become something more regular and when you see it it's already part of the cast, but like Phil you try to be the point of balance amidst the general chaos.

♧ If you are not a public person you would still be present but behind the cameras, always helping backstage with clothes, makeup or video ideas.

♤ You would probably adopt a small animal, from the most common options like cats or dogs or something more different like a rabbit or ferret. Ps: they would probably have names related to music, either referencing a song or names of singers they both like.

♧ He would be the more reserved type of person in public and with little to no PDA, but he would still hold hands or have his arm on your shoulder.

♤ However, when you are alone Oh My God! this man is pure neediness, he would love hugs and physical touches, or just quality time where you are both in the same place focused on your own things but still together.

♧ I feel like he has three moods: The singer, the older brother and the boyfriend

♤ The singer happens when he is super focused and committed to his career, he has a dream and definitely wants to achieve it and he works hard for it.

♧ The older brother usually happens when he joins Tommy and Charlie, he is chaotic and playful, always making jokes and being sarcastic and picking on his "younger brothers" Tommy and Charlie.

♤ The third is something that few people see, it's the soft boy Wilbur, it's when he's not all that chaos and shouting, he just hangs out, listens to music or a movie and relaxes without having to worry about his career or the Internet for a while.

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[shadowsandsunset]

The BuckTommy OF!Buck fic (with eventual BuckTommyEddie)

PART ONE (You Are Here)

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR (Coming Soon)

notes: Come and get your smut, babes. Read at your own risk. 18+

This chapter is 1250-ish words of Tommy's POV. Again, just smut. I've lost control of my brain again.

From this post here. @tiltingheartand I figured you might be interested :)

Tommy doesn't understand how Evan, his boyfriend, affords his frankly ridiculously nice loft apartment. He doesn't really care, he likes spending time with Evan any where, any time, but it lingers at the back of his mind.

He knows Evan, knows he's not doing anything criminal, he's too sweet, too caring. He is very smart though, so maybe it's crypto? Maybe he made some smart investments? Maybe an inheritance or a small lottery windfall?

He knows he shouldn't worry about it, it's not his business, they're not married, they don't live together, it's really none of his concern.

But...the loft is quite nice. All exposed brick and open floor plan goodness. So he wonders.

They've been together now for a few months (3 months, 2 weeks and 4 days, officially) and he knows he loves Evan. He knows Evan loves him. Evan is, despite the hilarious rocky start to their relationship (Ally? Seriously Evan?), a perfect boyfriend.

Which is why one sunny Sunday afternoon he stops by Evans apartment to surprise him. They didn't make plans because Tommy was on call, but he never got called in.

He lets himself in with the key Evan gave him (for emergencies of all kinds... including sex emergencies, which Evan made sure to point out) and is surprised to hear the bass-y thump of some sort of music.

"Baby? You around?"

No answer. Hmm. The music is coming from the bedroom so he heads for the stairs.

He's even more surprised when he gets to the top and sees Evan, blindfolded and jerking off in the middle of the bed. He's changed the sheets, a dark navy blue set that Tommy hasn't seen before, but what really stops Tommy in his tracks is the camera.

Pointed directly at the bed, capturing Evan in flagrante delicto, is a digital camera.

Tommy is stunned, speechless and practically drooling, as he watches Evan's hand stroke his cock, the sound of it wet and dirty. He feels the rush of blood to his dick, the tugging of his boxer briefs as he gets hard.

Well. Isn't this something?

He watches as Evan comes, beautifully and copiously over his hand, the sighing moan of his orgasm making Tommy's dick twitch. He adjusts his dick so it's more comfortable then crosses his arms and leans against the wall to wait.

Evan comes down, sweaty and breathless, and takes off his blindfold. Then he notices Tommy and lets out a panicked shout as he flails around, trying to sit up.

"What are you doing here?"

Tommy grins, all teeth and smarm, "Thought I would surprise you, but I have to say that I'm the one surprised, baby".

Evan groans and covers his face with the hand that isn't dripping cum. He mumbles something behind his hand.

"What?"

"I said: 'I can explain.'".

Tommy motions for Evan to continue, he's invested but not impatient.

"Do you know what OnlyFans is?"

Tommy feels his mind go a bit static-y, all electric and gooey. His boyfriend is a cam boy? He's certainly beautiful, he's definitely horny, and it would explain the loft...

"You're on OnlyFans?" Tommy chokes out, blood is no longer in his brain but his cock could hammer nails.

"It started a few years ago...I was seeing this girl and she introduced me to it. I thought it was hot, you know? That all these people liked looking at her enough to pay for it. She helped me get started and well... I liked it. I like knowing that people think I'm hot. The money is good too, I'm not like a top creator or anything, but I do alright."

Tommy just stares at Evan for a second then, with Evan's full attention on him, he reaches down and strokes his dick over his pants.

"Evan, baby, you are gorgeous and I am absolutely your number one fan, so I get it. Tell me what you do on camera."

Tommy unbuckles his belt and pushes his pants down to his thighs, stroking his dick and staring at the love of his life, who is too breathtakingly, heartbreakingly, sexy.

Evan takes a deep breath, and then releases it, eyes not leaving Tommy's cock.

"Mostly I just jerk off. Different poses, different things I say depending on if I've had requests. When I started seeing you I started getting more adventurous...fingering myself on camera, that was popular."

Tommy doesn't react except to lightly squeeze on the downstroke.

Evan continues, "You like that? Like that I opened myself up and people watched..."

Tommy moans, "You're so hot, Evan. They all get to look but I get to touch. Fuck."

Evan stops for a second to think.

"Would you want to make a video with me?"

Tommy stops his hand, "Absolutely."

Evan motions Tommy to get on the bed and then goes to the camera and angles it so Tommy's face isn't in view. Then he presses record.

Evan crawls up the bed, facing Tommy and with his back to the camera. He grabs a condom and rolls it on Tommy's dick.

Evan, loose and open from his own exploration earlier, throws his leg over Tommy's and positions himself.

"You ready, baby?"

Tommy doesn't respond except to nod and grab his dick to position it at Evan's hole.

Evan sinks down and moans, Tommy is a big guy, and he's big everywhere. Tommy knows what he's packing and god does Evan take him so well. Evan is tight and warm and Tommy feels his eyes roll back in his head.

"Yeah, just like that Tommy. Oh my god."

Tommy grabs Evan's hips and starts moving, holding Evan still with ease. Evan is so pretty it drives Tommy crazy, he kisses him as he moves inside of him, pretty and perfect and adorable.

Tommy has to admit that the thought of strangers seeing this turns him on. It's fucking hot, his boy on full display as he rides Tommy's dick.

Tommy has been turned on for so long but he's not going to come until Evan does, he's a gentleman.

He takes on hand off Evan's hips and reaches for Evan's dick, as pretty and hard as diamonds.

He strokes Evan as he lifts his hips, the slick sounds of lips and fucking filling the room. He hopes the microphone is good enough to capture the beautiful sounds Evan's making.

Evan whimpers as he comes, spilling across Tommy's hand and belly.

Ignoring the mess, Tommy puts his hand back on Evan's hip and goes for gold, nearly lifting Evan as he thrusts.

It's only a minute more before he comes, spilling into the condom and growling his pleasure into the side of Evan's neck.

After a moment, he gently helps Evan off and to the side to lay down. Evan is tactile and cuddling with him is one of Tommy's favorite things. Evan lays his head on Tommy's shoulder and laughs, softly.

"So what do you think?"

Tommy thinks for a second, "That's going to be your most viewed video, baby."

LATER

Tommy had viewed the edited video before Evan posted it, and he knew it was a knockout, a winner. Evan had let him know that Tommy had been right, the video was a success. His most popular video on the site.

They hadn't discussed making more yet, but if Evan asked then Tommy was going to say yes. His boyfriend could probably ask him to hide a body and he'd say yes, but Tommy wasn't thinking about how bad he had it for the younger man.

[maibaxoxo]

white lore thing :3 i created this a long time ago but then i took a small break, today i FINALLY finished it…

btw i hope i got the Vietnamese stuff right!! i used the most accurate translator i could find-

also, it looks a bit sucky in the beginning, but i PROMISE it gets much more better at the end. >_<

shout-out to @tabivioletwriter for helping me with some of it!! you were such a big help man tysmmm :333 💜

enjoy!!

Something felt off. Very off.

A lot of tabs open in the browser app, most of them having something to do with therapy or math. Perhaps it was Cadeo struggling with homework, or… family. Many useless apps, half of them being “anti-virus” apps that really just stole your data.

So gullible.

White sat on the ground of the PC, thinking and calculating. All he could hear was that damn hissing coming from the files app. It was starting to get on his nerves but each time he checked, it was nothing.

The robot hummed, looking up at the screen. He overheard some arguing about “medicine” and money from the kitchen, which wasn’t new.

“You little brat. Do you know how much money we spend on this family?”

“Mom come on don’t blame Cadeo for all this, he’s only fiftee-“

Loud clattering of objects? Or was it something else? Either way it was bad. 

White sighed, looking away. His creators life was unfortunate, and he was a practical therapist for the traumatized 15 year old. But he was shoved aside when he actually offered good advice, like talking to a real person about it.

He knew Cadeo was too afraid to do it, but he only wanted to help. He wanted to make sure that his creator was safe, and not stuck in this—

“Hmh.”

The robot's head perked up. It was Cadeo, sitting in front of the screen and rubbing his eyes tiredly. He seemed stressed… 

White immediately stood up, his hands clasped at his lap. “C-Creator. I’m glad you're here. Can I assist you with anything today?” He stuttered, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Cadeo huffed, taking off his glasses and putting them on the desk. He ignored White’s words and instead opened another tab in his browser, typing some words into the search bar.

White couldn’t see what exactly Cadeo was typing, but he assumed it was just a simple search for something. Maybe pills.

Cadeo glared at White before looking back at the browser. “Are you okay? You look like you just lost a kid or somethin’.”

White blinked blankly, a bit surprised that Cadeo had finally spoken to him about something besides family issues and school. “I’m fine, creator. I’m just…”

He cut himself off, hesitating to finish.

“…Nevermind. Don’t worry about me, please.”

Cadeo raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t question it.

 White stood quiet, the hissing from the files seeming to become louder. It was very glitchy, which was… weird. Could it be a virus?

No. That was ridiculous— White himself was a stable anti-virus. His code was very clear and he was able to do the job of protecting well. But it was better to check…

He looked down, his sensors glowing. “Creator… There’s something I keep hearing. It’s a hissing sound, and it’s coming from your files app. Should I check?” 

Cadeo stopped moving his cursor, staying silent for a few seconds before speaking up. “Uhh.. No, it’s alright, I’ll check it out.” He grumbled, opening the Files app and opening some sections.

At first, things seemed well. Cadeo looked focused, so maybe he was getting rid of the file. That was good, right? White swallowed nervously and looked around, fiddling with his hands and fidgeting idly. He always had a habit of fidgeting…

Suddenly, Cadeo furrowed his brows. White looked up at him, a look of concern on his face. “Creator? Is something wrong?”

Cadeo huffed, rubbing his eyes. “White, are you honestly fuckin’ with me right now? I opened that file that you were talking about, there’s nothing. It’s probably your code acting up..” He put his glasses back on, straightening his posture. “Now stay quiet, I gotta study. Huge exam tomorrow…”

While the boy began to ramble on about how hard school was becoming, the white stickman in his computer simply looked away, lost in thought. The excuse that he always heard; “It’s probably your code acting up.” It was annoying at this point. It was like saying “It’s that time of the month, huh?” to a woman when she was angry.

He rubbed his arm, feeling how cold his skin was. It was expected, given the fact that he was made of metal. Well, coded. He could feel the energy in his body, the faint humming and whirring of his internal gear & system.

He was still worried. Cadeo was just a human, and White was—

“Holy shit.”

White’s breath hitched, his blue eyes widening. “What, what is it?” He immediately stood up, foot tapping against the ground. He expected an answer, but Cadeo scoffed, flicking his mouse and pulling specific files to the trash. “Nothing, alright? Go away, I’ll take care of this.” He muttered, gaining a nod from White.

White walked away from the screen, back turned to Cadeo. He heard clicks and the slight noises of Cadeo’s mouse moving & gliding against his desk, but those would quickly become quiet and fade as he walked further into the PC.

He hid behind a small app icon, sitting down and grabbing the nearby blue scarf. Torn, but still familiar. Cadeo told him that he got this item from someone close. But he didn’t know exactly who…

Cadeo groaned quietly to himself, muttering a few things in Vietnamese to himself. “Chết… Tôi cần phải học..” He squinted, making sure the whole thing was in the trash. For some reason, it only kept appearing again, even after he threw it in the trash. Huh.

He pulled away from the keyboard cautiously, leaning back into the desk-chair, hearing the muffled words of his mother cussing at his older siblings in her native language. “There you go. See, White? Told you.”

But just as he thought he had everything under control, a pop-up suddenly appeared. And then another one. Then, another. Another. One more. Cadeo’s eyes widening, his hands frantically moving towards the mouse and keyboard, closing each one. Even if he did tried closing it though, a few more popped up.

They had some weird photos and words— like “LOOK AT ME.” or some weird Morse Code— Cadeo gulped. “U-Uh- S-shit-!” He kept clicking on the keys of the keyboard beneath him, heart racing. Jeez, what the fuck was this?! He had dealt with viruses before, but this one was insanely powerful! It’s like it knew every one of his moves—

White hummed, hearing a few beeping sounds and Cadeo’s panicked exclaims. He turned, seeing the boy wide-eyed, all the while trying to close multiple tabs and pop-ups. “..Creator?!” He stood up, unease visible in his voice. “Creator, what’s—“

He got cut off, suddenly being thrown across the whole computer. He yelped, feeling his weak metal body bruise from the blunt impact. White hissed in pain, arms slightly cracked. “Agh, w-what the..” He looked up, his vision a bit blurry. He couldn’t see much, just some… black substance emanating from the corner of the PC, along with colorful static & glitches.

Cadeo gasped, his cursor disappearing. “WHAT THE-?!” He looked down at his keyboard, firmly clicking on keys. “White, stay back, I got this-“ He murmured, voice cracking in fear. “Christ on a stick, wh- what is..-?” 

He looked up at the corners of his computer, seeing that they were starting to blacken. What the fuck? What kind of self-destruct ass virus was this? Cadeo ran a hand through his hair, seeing White trembling and scarred on the other side of the PC. For a minute, he felt bad… bad for the small, fragile robot.

White couldn’t exactly protect himself nor Cadeo, he didn’t know how to take care of something that was as bad as this. So he just had to sit there, relying on his creator for help. Because he truly believed that he was weak, that he couldn’t do anything… that all he had was his intelligence.

The robot scratched at his skin, leaving angry dark blue marks in its wake, tears pricking at his eyes as he watched everything go down, the apps slowly deleting and the files crashing, leaving pop-ups. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be crying, shaking in fear while his dear creator panicked.

He should be protecting the computer. But his guts were telling him to stay for his own safety. Mind screaming at him to run and attack the problem, heart racing. He couldn’t stand up. Each time he tried to speak, a choked sob would escape his throat, or nothing would come out.

What would happen to him? To his creator? To the computer? Was he going to die? Was he going to fail Cadeo? Should he do something or follow Cadeo’s orders? Was he a burden?

Was he…

Enough?

Cadeo leaned back, eyes wide with panic and hope that he had lost.

“…White.”

White looked up at him, sensors glowing brightly in the now dim computer. “..yes..?” He murmured, voice breathy and full of misery. He was truly miserable. Cadeo let out a breath, putting on his glasses. “You know, you're a really cool guy.” He chuckled, making a small smile creep onto White’s lips.

White sniffled. “Creator… why did you stop? Why aren’t you doing anything? S-Surely there has to be a way..?” He looked around, seeing that half of the computer was engulfed in ebony substance, while vivid static sparked in the air. The human looked down.

“Hm.. yeah. But there’s nothing I can do now, White. I started up the anti-virus program— You know, the one that pretty much got rid of every virus in my computer? It… didn’t work. It’s still loading. 99 percent now.” He began fidgeting with a pencil on his desk, absentmindedly scribbling over a nearby piece of paper. Cadeo knew he was probably making White worry more.

“…maybe it’s a troll. Remember when we got-“ He looked up, seeing that White wasn’t there anymore. What? Cadeo blinked. “White? Wh-“ He saw the small stickman from the corner of his eye, seeing it… in the air?

White groaned and hissed, attacking the source of it. It seemed to be hiding like a sneaky little thing, like it was a criminal hiding from the police. He was struggling and straining, trying to push it towards the trash, the amount of gravity in the computer making both creatures hover.

Before, he had done a quick calculation. Throwing just the file away would only put you into a loop, constantly trying to get rid of it, hence making the situation worse. But if you attack the source of it all and try to put that into the garbage app… maybe it would be gone.

It was a very small chance, but it was worth trying. After all, he didn't want to be seen as a meek, weak robot. In Cadeo’s eyes, that’s all he ever was. Just a stupid…

Weak…

Assistant.

He felt a fresh feeling surge through his body, power dropping to his arms. He roared, pushing with newfound strength. But that didn’t help. They were too strong. With a snicker, the creature’s glitchy body began to glow a bit brighter. Like it was the sun, appearing after a storm.

And with a push, White was sent back, his battered and frail body being hurled through air. At first, he didn’t know where he was. All he saw was… black. Was he dead? Did his end finally come? Haha…

Finally.

He shivered, his eyes suddenly opening, the robot stirring awake. At first, he honestly thought he was still in Cadeo’s PC. That it was all a dream he had, or a hallucination, or just.. just anything but reality. What even happened? He couldn’t process it all.

White grunted, trying to lift his arms but being unable to. There was a deep cut on the back of his head, showing bloody blue wires. He felt… something soft beneath him. And if he listened really closely while also ignoring the constant beeping in his audio processors, he could hear.. chirping.

A bird’s chirping.

Though, he didn’t have much time to know where he was. Hell, he couldn’t even stand now. He simply closed his eyes again, feeling the cold air against his cracked limbs. And then… he passed out.

[empressofthesunwriter]

The Queen's Gambit: The Story

The most powerful piece in chess is the queen.

When this piece joins the game of Duel Monsters anything will change.

With two dragon sisters, a magician and her descendant, the queen will take her rightful place.

As it should have been.

Chapter 17: Goodbye Duelist Kingdom

The moment has arrived: it's the final and most crucial duel of the day. Yugi is about to confront Pegasus, win, and free the captured souls. Losing is not an option.

The young boy examined his deck, thinking about his grandfather's wise words before he stepped out of the waiting room.

On the terrace, all his friends and the one he made on his journey were waiting for him.

"Yugi.", greeted him Sehrazat first.

She stepped towards him and took shyly his hands.

They both looked into each other beautiful eyes, holding hands tight.

"I'm glad I met you, I know you will get my mother's soul, your grandfather's and the souls of the Kaiba brothers back. I'm proud to call you my friend."

"I'm glad I met you too, without you or any of you guys I wouldn't have made it this far.", answered Yugi, squeezing her hands.

His friends all smiled at the cute couple-to-be.

Then Sadiye said in a deadpan tone: "Or you two gonna smooch now or not?"

"Sadiye!", hissed her older sister, while Yugi and Sehrazat stopped holding hands.

He was red like a pepperoni and she was sweating buckets, while most of their friends tried not to laugh.

This was embarrassing for them.

Both crushed on each other, but didn't know the other had the same feelings, so they felt now awkward.

"It's time.", called Croquet from Pegasus terrace over to them. "Challenger Yugi Muto, enter the Duel Ring."

Not wasting time Yugi switched places with Yami and made his way to his side of the Duel Ring, while Sehrazat and the other got up to the higher terrace to watch the duel better.

"Yugi we're counting on you!", shouted Honda.

"Do your best!", cheered Anzu.

"Show him your strength, Yugi!", yelled Jonouchi.

"Pops, Gran-Gran says you better kick ass!" laughed Sehrazat down to Yami.

He gave his descendant a small smile and a nod.

He felt his wife's anger and thirst for revenge, mirroring his own.

Pegasus, with two of his henchmen, arrived also on his side of the Duel Ring, saying: "Yugi boy, you're a wonderful duelist. By winning your battles in the kingdom, you earned the right to challenge me."

"Pegasus, you need to make a promise before this duel begins!", yelled Yami pointing at him. "If I win, you will release my grandpa's and Amira Faizan's souls!"

"Yes, I promise."

"That's not all! You'll also free Kaiba and Mokuba's souls from their cards!"

"How strange."; mussed Pegasus. " I understand you want to save the soul of Sehrazat girl's mother and little Mokuba boy, but isn't Kaiba boy your enemy?"

"Right now, you're my only enemy.", declared Yami.

Yami remembers how he had promised Mokuba to defeat Pegasus so Kaiba Corporation was saved and how he had vowed to himself to reunite the brothers.

"Ah, I see a promise.", said Pegasus with a little smile, which shocked Yami.

Pegasus was already using his Mind Scan?!

Anyway, the creator of Duel Monsters promised to release the Kaiba brothers too.

Good.

Now the duel could begin!

Meanwhile, our spectres tried to get fired up, but only Honda had the feeling he had to do something. So he left the group to at least save Kaiba and Mokuba, so Yugi had less to worry about in the duel.

Croquet asked Yugi to show his King's Opposite Hand card to show he could really challenge Pegasus and the man in question told him why they were blank.

If Yugi/Yami lost his soul would be imprisoned in it!

This made all of the friends worry however Sehrazat or better Afya calmed them down.

Her husband and Yugi wouldn't lose. They were a strong team.

Also, she would kill Pegasus before he did this, she vowed quietly.

The Duell between Pegasus and Yami was just unfair.

Not only read Pegasus Yami's mind, knowing exactly what card it had, but Toon World was back and he took even Summoned Skull from Yami turning it into a toon, who winked at his former master.

"That looks like out of something from H.P. Lovecraft!", whisper shouted Maja.

"Only gay.", added Sadiye.

Then Yami draws Dark Magician and hides him under Magical Hats.

It was a desperate move.

Pegasus could still read from his mind where the Dark Magician was hiding.

If he didn't find a way soon to overcome Pegasus Mind Scan all was over!

That's when Yugi called for Yami and they talked in the Soul Corridor about what they could do.

What they came up with was genius!

They had two minds, so why not switch bodies at any turn so Pegasus, not their partner knew what card was played.

Their comeback was incredible, they managed to destroy Toon World and all the monsters on Pegasus's side, leaving him only with 600 Life Points!

Pegasus showed them how a sore loser he was and made out of the Duel a Shadow Game!

"Oh no!", shouted Afya and before anyone could do anything, she raced down to the Duel Ring.

Gran-Gran! I feel this dark power even in my Soul Room!

I know, my child, I worried for Yugi, he can't withstand such a potent Shadow Duel!

Sehrazat whimper.

What shall we do, Gran Gran? Can we do something?

Afya nodded and stepped into the shadows.

This place is creepy., said Sehrazat.

Stay in our mindscape Sehrazat, you can't far here either.

It seemed like an eternity that Afya raced throw the shadowy place, till she and Sehrazat felt sharp pains in their heart.

YUGI!, yelled Sehrazat, tears shooting in her eyes. YUGI! Something happened to him.

I felt it too, don't go crazy Sehrazat.

Don't go crazy?! I love him! And I felt like I lost him forever!

Before Afya could answer she saw poor Yugi fall on the Duel Ring.

The scream Sehrazat let out would haunt her forever.

"Yugi!"

Afya raced up to him and held his body in her arms.

"Pegasus you bastard!", she shouted.

The bastard in question just giggled.

"I had a feeling you would come queenie. Now what are you gonna do? Will you kill me, to revenge Yugi boy?"

Well, she would love to, but she felt a pull from her Fragment and Puzzle and was pulled into the mindscape.

What she saw broke her heart.

Sehrazat held Yugi, crying bitter tears over his lifeless form, while Yami held them both.

She stepped towards them and kneeled down.

"No this can't be true...", cried the Queen.

Not poor Yugi...not this sweet and kind boy.

"Gran-Gran, what are we going to do?", shrieked Sehrazat, hugging Yugi tighter to herself.

Yami and Afya looked at each other.

"Yami, you have to continue the duel, me and Sehrazat will keep Yugi safe. The shadows will not get him."

"I know, you both will."

The pharaoh kissed Sehrazat temple and then gave his queen a short but loving kiss on the lips.

"I will make Pegasus, pay!"

With that, the three were alone in the mindscape.

"Gran-Gran.", whispered Sehrazat, caressing loving Yugi's face. "You have to help Pops. I will protect Yugi alone."

This surprised Afya.

"Are you sure?"

Both pairs of orange eyes meet and Afya sees such a raw fire in Sehrazat's ones.

And she understood completely.

"Love is the strongest power in the world.", said Afya with a smile.

She gave each of the kids a forehead kiss before she joined Yami in the real world.

Pegasus saw how Yugi's body, now in control by Yami stood up and Sehrazat's body, in control by Afya now, stood beside him.

The royal couple looked at him like the vermin he was.

"Pegasus, we will never forgive you!", they shouted together.

The white-haired man was just calm, since now without Yugi he could read again Yami's mind.

Having his queen by his side didn't change anything.

However, he was wrong.

Afya put a hand on Yami's back, where her Millenium Item was, and as he wanted to read Yami's mind a miracle happened.

Not only does Afya stand before his mind, but also Sehrazat with a still unconscious Yugi in her arms and all of Yugi's friends.

Joey, Anzu, Honda, Maja, Sadiye and Kihana.

Pegasus gasped in shock.

How could this be?!

What kind of magic was that?!

As if Afya now could read his mind she stated: "The strongest magic in the world...love!"

Now with his mind again safe Yami managed to defeat Pegasus with the legendary Magicain of Black Chaos.

The creator of Duel Monster screamed in pain and desperation.

How could he lose?!

Slowly the shadows vanished and on the Duel Ring stood now Yugi and Sehrazat.

"Pegasus, we win!", told Yugi.

In their shared mindscape all four hugged each other in a big group hug, all thankful they won together and with the help of their friends.

As the shadows completely vanished, Kihana and the others were relieved and happy seeing Yugi and Sehrazat unharmed.

"Yugi! Sehrazat!", shouted the whole gang, running up to them.

"Everyone, thank you-"

"Don't say anything.", said Jonouchi gripping Yugi by the shoulders. "Because I know. Yugi, when you were battling-"

Anzu came in between them, telling: "We all felt your struggles in battle and your joy when you won."

"Though it was only a little bit, I felt that I was battling alongside you.", admitted Honda.

Kihana smiled and put a hand on Maja's shoulder: "And if it wasn't for Maja and her magic we could have never helped you guys."

"Yeah, that you still have to explain.", chorused Anzu and Honda together.

"Maja is a real Magician, what more do you need to hear?", wondered Sadiye crossing her arms.

"HEY! I wanna say something too!", shouted Joey with a pout.

"We're sorry, Jonouchi-Kun.", said Kihana. "Please let us hear it."

"You guys already said anything I wanted to say!"

"And what is so bad about it?", retored Anzu.

After a moment Joey shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.

"Never mind, you are right because..."

All besides, Yugi and Sehrazat, cheered in triumph: "Yugi won! All right!"

Yugi thanked them again.

That's when Anzu noted how Pegasus wasn't there anymore.

Oh no, what about his promise to release the souls?

They had to find him and make him do it.

Thankful Bakura woke up and promised to keep one eye on the still soulless Mokuba.

So the whole gang raced out of the Duel Ring in search of Pegasus.

(*)

Our heroes were looking for quiet somewhere Pegasus could be as Honda and Anzu noted a high tower.

Both remember being there but thought it had been just a weird dream.

Could Pegasus be there?

They needed to check.

As they reached the tower, they met Croquet with another henchman of Pegasus, who was carrying him piggyback style.

What?

What had happened?

Croquet told them only how Pegasus was attacked and nothing more.

So they decide to investigate his room in the tower, to find some clues.

They found a diary written in English and a Duel Monsters Card of a pretty blond woman, the same woman who hung as potray in the room.

Since Kihana, as Sehrazat and Sadiye, were born in London and lived the first few years there and still had contact with their families overseas, were fluent in English and read aloud the dairy.

It was a tragic love story and full of desperate hope.

The blond woman was Cyndia, Pegasus's grand love and wife who died tragically at seventeen years.

In his grief, Pegasus travelled to Egypt, since he had heard how in ancient times they believed that souls that depart this world continue to live on in the next world.

He thought if he used the ancient arts, he could be reunited with Cyndia.

In a sense he was.

He met a mysterious Egyptian man, the protector of the Millenium Items, and gave Pegasus the Millenium eye.

For a moment he could see in the world beyond and hold his beloved Cyndia in his arms again.

But the eye only showed vision, not real flesh and blood.

However, this one moment gave Pegasus hope. He searched for a way to bring back Cyndia by using Kaiba Corporation Holograms and the Millenium Items Power.

That's why he wanted to take over Kaiba Corp and have Yugi's and Sehrazat's Millenium Items.

As Kihana ended the story, Sadiye deadpanned and said: "I read fanfics, that made more sense, than whatever this was."

"Love makes you crazy, Sadie.", told Maja wise.

The youngest just made a face.

If love made you act like this she would not fall in love ever!

"We shouldn't leave Bakura and Mokuba alone any longer.", suggests Joey, while Yugi and Sehrazat saw four blank cards on the table.

The others got moving as the two short duelists looked at the cards.

Joey called for them and so they followed, yet suddenly a vortex formed on the stairs making the two stop.

What was this now?

An Egyptian man came out of it.

Sehrazat and Yugi looked surprised at him before Sehrazat spotted what he wore around his neck.

"The Millennium Key!" gasped Sehrazat. "You are the Guardian!"

The man now looked surprised.

"How do you know this, young girl?"

Wordless she holds up her hand with the Millenium Fragment on her ring finger.

"The queen's Millenium Item, so this means you are her descendant, a member of the Faizan Family!"

She nodded.

"I'm Sehrazat Faizan and I was chosen by the Millenium Fragment and this here is Yugi Muto who was chosen by the Millenium Puzzle. What does the Guardian of the Items want here?"

The man told them how indeed he was the Guardian of the Millenium Items and was here to investigate who stole Pegasus Millenium Eye.

"It was not us.", swore Yugi.

"I believe you, young boy because you are with the chosen Faizan. This means the prophecy is about to come true."

"What prophecy?", wondered Yugi and Sehrazat.

"You and your other selves must uncover the true power of the Millennium Puzzle and Fragment and also solve the mystery from 3000 years ago. This is the fate for those who solved the Millennium Puzzle and were chosen by the Fragment."

"Do you know something about our Items we don't know?", asked Yugi.

"Be careful. There is someone who has a Millennium Item who will come for both of yours."

"Bakura?", guessed Sehrazat.

"No, Honda threw the Item away remember?", said Yugi.

They didn't see how the man left them, they only heard him telling them his name was Shadi and that the three of them would meet again soon.

Both young ones were blinking in confusion while their Yamis had watched the exchange in interest.

Whatever Shadi had to tell them...it wasn't the time right now.

(*)

Sehrazat and Yugi reached their friends, right at the moment when Mokuba opened his eyes.

So this must mean all trapped souls were now free!

Croquet joined them, telling them how Pegasus was taken to a hospital and handing Yugi a Card with the name Ties of Friendship.

In Pegasu's name, he congratulated both Yugi and Sehrazat as now official King and Queen of Duelist.

He gave Yugi also the prize money, but of course, he handed it to Joey, who cried tears of joy and thankfulness.

Shizuka would be healed!

Now they only needed to find Kaiba and then they could finally return home to Domino!

As both Kaiba brothers found each other again and hugged, some had to wipe away some tears.

Seto Kaiba was a coldhearted person, but he loved his brother fiercely.

"Yugi, it seems you helped Mokuba.", turned Seto to him. "I owe you one."

"You don't owe me anything.", disagreed Yugi.

"But Yugi, our duel isn't over yet."

"I know."

"The day will come when we face each other to decide who is the true winner. I look forward to this day."

With this, the Kaiba brothers walked away.

"Hey! How are we supposed to get off this island?", wondered Joey.

Uh-Oh!

This was true.

As fast as anybody could they ran after the Kaiba brothers.

Maybe because he felt in debt with not only Yugi but also Sehrazat and Kihana, he let them all come aboard his helicopter.

How they all fit in was a miracle in itself, but who cared.

It was time to return home.

(*)

And we're finally done with Duelist Kingdom, yuhu! *Throws confetti*

I started this Fanfic in 2022 and now 2024 finally the First Arc is done.

I can't wait now to write some original chapters for my favourite Arcs and then of course Battle City, which will be quite different from the one we know.

Little Spoiler: Marik has it more out for Afya, the queen, but why we will find out later.

Till next time my loves!

[kamilion-en-pointe]

Just watched Guardians of The Galaxy Vol. 3 a few days ago. And I mean this with 100% sincerity—I don't think I've ever watched a movie so good it made me want to rewatch it in cinemas, until this one.

Anyway, here are some thoughts that have been spinning around in my head like a microwave lol. And feel free to add your own stuff. I'd genuinely love to read more of other people's takes :)

Uhhh surprise most of this is gonna be about Rocket

Spoilers Below!

The entire opening. I've listened to the acoustic version of Creep at least a billion times since watching it

I love that the stakes start relatively small. They're not going (initially) to save the entire galaxy or anything. They just need to save a member of their family. That's all you need to care

Mantis getting more character development is always really nice to see. She gives me the vibes of a therapist friend, which makes her ending of needing to part from the group to find herself quite satisfying

Nebula. Just Nebula. I love her

I think the movie handled the flashback scenes very well, especially the ones that featured heavy animal cruelty. Choosing not to show any visuals, just audio of a young Rocket screaming in pain. You can feel the horror of the Guardians as they watch the data they gathered

I like the brief scene of baby Rocket pocketing some of the High Evolutionary's tech. Especially once it's revealed he was hiding all the necessary components to recreate a keycard for the cages—something I don't think he would've done if he really had faith the High Evolutionary would let him and his friends free

When the High Evolutionary put a turtle in one of his pods, there was a little kid in the cinema who said, "Ninja turtle!" Which is great 'cause that's also what I was thinking lol

That same kid also really freaked out (/pos) when Peter dropped that f-bomb. It was really cute

I also love that Vocaloid is apparently a staple bit of pop-culture on Counter-Earth? Because that implies either:

A) The High Evolutionary thought it was literally the perfect music genre OR

B) He counted it as one of the many mistakes on his 'Reasons To Explode An Entire Planet I Spent Years Figuring Out A Way To Speed Up Evolution For' list

I'd like to just take a moment to appreciate how great of an actor Chukwudi Iwuji is??? Like, when the High Evolutionary drags Rocket to the pods and hysterically questions how? How could he have known what to do? How could this vermin be more intelligent than his creator? How dare he look down on him?! I was scared shitless

Just... Rocket's scream of anguish once Lylla is dead. After having hugged for the first and last time. Sends shivers up my spine

Floor's repetition of "Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now! Rocket, Teefs, Floor go now!" has been ingrained into my brain for the rest of time (Major shout out to the voice actor, Mikaela Hoover!)

And then the High Evolutionary has the gall to mock Rocket, calling his grief a crying contest. I already hated this bastard but oh boy—!

Which makes Rocket's reaction so cathartic, when he jumps and scratches the High Evolutionary's face off. But his friends are telling him they have to go. They have to go now! Pleading with him as reineforcements arrive until...

They go quiet. And you can't help the dread bubbling inside you. Because we all knew how it was going to end, but we hoped, just maybe, we would be proven wrong

We weren't

Rocket, on the brink of death as Peter screams for him to be alright, seeing his friends in a white void, stacks of cages barely visible behind him. They're flying, they can see the neverending sky! "Can I join you?" he asks.

"Of course. But it's not your time yet."

Me: :')

Rocket seeing a cage of baby animals that look like him, after decades of thinking he was the only one in the universe. Looking at the plaque to see 'Racoon'—that's what he is? That's what he is!

Followed by him immediately scooping them all into his arms. Doesn't matter if they can't fit, or if some of them scramble onto his back. They can't go through what he went through, they just can't!

Rocket seeing the High Evolutionary after all these years of running, being beaten and thrown around, insult after insult flung at him—"How dare you think you are more?! 89P13!"

Before Rocket changes the gravity—one of the things the High Evolutionary boasted only he could control—and declaring, "Name's Rocket. Rocket Racoon."

He uses his name. He's not only found belonging with the baby racoons he just saved, this is also the first time his torturer hears his chosen name from his own mouth. He's saying, "I am not just a string of numbers! I am not just part of a batch of 'failed' experiments! I am my own being!!"

The reveal of the High Evolutionary's actual face was gross in all the best ways. The makeup was just *chef's kiss*

Rocket insisting they have to get the animals out too, even though the initial mission was to just get the children out, and the other Guardians going along with it because they can see how important it is to him makes me smile

Peter fucking Quill going back for the Zune, not for him, but so that he can give it to Rocket!!!

For real, I was actually worried that they would kill him off. The stakes were that convincing

I like that Peter and Gamora don't end back together. It's realistic, and more importantly, it feels like the characters made that decision themselves and not a bunch of writers forcing something between them. And Gamora has grown to care for the group now, even if she'll never return to how she was before

The fact that we can understand Groot because we're part of the family now ❤️❤️❤️

I genuinely don't get why some people thought ending with a dance party was weird/bad? Maybe it's just 'cause I'm a dancer so I associate it a lot with my emotions. But if any movie deserves to go out with a dance party, it's this one. It feels so...relieving, seeing everyone on Knowhere smiling and having fun together

(And, of course, I've also been looping Dog Days Are Over a billion times and smiling stupidly to myself)

And Peter finally returning to Earth, seeing his grandfather, who immediately gets up to hug him? Tears, just like that haha

I also adore both end credits scenes. Adorable

[sesshy380]

No official wordcount today. Instead you get new chapter of TKB 2nd chance! I feel it's the least I can do to commemorate the One Year passing of our beloved fandom creator, Kazuki Takahashi. Without his imagination, fics like mine wouldn't exist.

I have drifted away from the prior title I came up with. It was good, but just didn't feel like it related enough to this particular story. New title that I feel fits far better. It's a line from 'Scars' by Papa Roach. The song in general fits the tone of several characters in the story.

Also, I am going to bump the rating to Mature+, mainly for language and possible content. If I make it to the end and feel that I managed to keep things within the realm of Teen+, then I'll drop it back down. I just know how I can get sometimes when it comes to describing things.

New Title: Our Scars remind Us that the Past was Real

Rating: Mature+

Chapter Warnings: Mild descriptives of burn trauma/scarring (and how it was treated), Malik acting very YGOTAS (not so much a warning, but a heads-up so no one yells at me for playing off that scene...you know the one)

Summary: Imagine waking up, and everyone is trying to convince you that the things you 'remember' never happened, and that those 'memories' exist only in YOUR head. The Thief King doesn't have to imagine...because that's exactly what happened. -or- The Thief King get's a second chance at life (Yay! I came up with a summary! Still a WiP, but it works for the time being.)

Wordcount: 1653

Chapter 3 below the cut!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3: Scars ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bakhure gave an impressed whistle to his surroundings.

“We’re fucking loaded, aren’t we?” he asked as Atem led them through the halls of their manor.

“Better off than most,” Atem replied casually.

“Pha-...Atem…I think ‘better off than most’ is an understatement.”

Calling the Pharaoh by name was weird.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Atem commented as he took a closer look at the decor. “I know both Ryou and Ren looked surprised the first time they came here.”

Bakhure shuddered at the mentioning of ‘Ren’. Whether it was because of his own twisted recollection, or something else entirely, he knew ‘Ren’ was someone he didn’t like.

“Question? If I have this issue with ‘forgetting’, why am I attending school? Seems counterproductive to send me to a place where the whole point is to remember stuff.”

“For starters, it’s what you wanted. Your therapist thought perhaps it would help. Think of it as a focus of sorts. The University staff is aware of your condition, so they cut you a lot of slack.”

“Uni-...I’M IN COLLEGE??!?!?!”

Atem nodded his head.

“How the fuck did I get into college??!?”

“Like I said, we’re better off than most,” Atem replied with a small smirk. “Plus there was something about ‘helping with diversity rating’.”

“I bet they’re loving the fact that I’m both handicapped and a minority,” Bakhure grumbled.

Atem failed to suppress a small chuckle as he stopped beside a door.

“Time to say ‘hello’ to the twins, Malik and Amir.”

He opened the door, where Amir sat leaning back in a chair with his feet propped up on a table. Next to him, arms folded across his chest, stood Malik. They appeared to be in the middle of some sort of argument that had been interrupted by Bakhure and Atem stepping into the room.

Malik glared at Bakhure. “Before you say anything: ‘yes’ I’m a boy, ‘no’ I'm not gay, ‘yes’ I’m sure.” He pointed sharply to Amir. “He’s the gay one. Not me.”

‘GAY’ Amir mouthed while poking a subtle finger in Malik’s direction.

“I saw that!” Malik shouted while rounding on Amir, fist pulled back in preparation to strike.

“You’re not?” Bakhure questioned, feigning disappointment. “So that steamy make-out session didn't really happen?”

Malik’s gaze slowly turned back towards him, eye twitching. “No. It didn't.”

Bakhure had to fight hard to suppress the grin that wanted to form. He'd made that part up, but based on Malik’s reaction, it had. He was going to have a lot of fun with that bit of info.

“Oh, sorry. Gets a little jumbled in here,” he said while tapping a finger on the side of his head.

“Yes. It does,” Malik replied through gritted teeth.

“So, from what I’ve gathered Amir is security or something…but what about you?” Bakhure questioned, gesturing a finger towards Malik as he tried to piece things together. 

“I’m just extremely annoyed at having to go through this bullshit on a near-weekly basis,” Malik stated in a blunt manner.

“The Ishtar family has always worked closely alongside ours in one way or another,” Atem explained, subtly glaring at Malik.

Malik scoffed. “That's the polite way of saying 'we work for you'...meaning I do shit to make your life easier. Honestly, that’s all you need to know about me.”

The smallest hint of a smirk formed on Bakhure’s face. "Wow, you seem to have a lot of pent up anger. Maybe you should see someone about it," he teased. "They can probably help with your closet situation too."

Malik puffed up, taking offense to the jest. "I don't need to see some quack like you do! And I don't need fashion advice!"

Atem covered his face while letting out an exasperated sigh. “Every. Single. Time.” He lowered his hand while releasing another heavy sigh. “Could you please refrain from antagonizing Malik?”

Bakhure revealed the grin that he’d kept hidden. “Sorry. It’s just too easy. He’s exactly the person I remember. Maybe next time I ‘forget’, you should send him in first.”

“Why? So you can bury your fist in my face again? I don’t think so,” Malik replied bitterly. “Amir can have that pleasure.”

Bakhure opened his mouth to retort when a very tense Atem grabbed him by the shoulders and directed him towards the door. “I think that’s enough re-introduction. Let’s go find Rishid.”

Once they were back in the main hall, and the door closed behind them, Atem relaxed. As before, he motioned for Bakhure to follow.

“For the duration of your current ability to remember, I am begging you, do not antagonize Malik. His mood towards you has been extremely sour these past few months."

“For someone that works for us, I’m surprised you let him speak to me like that.”

“Like you, Malik has some special circumstances that allow him a reprieve on his behavior,” Atem explained.

“You mean with how he’s obviously so far in the closet he’s become a Queen of Narnia?”

Atem shook his head, obviously trying to hide his amusement of Bakhure’s phrasing. “I'm not familiar with that reference, but I get the idea of its meaning. You must understand that it’s not something that is approved of back home. If he chooses to deny it, that is on him. Personally, I could care less about another person's romantic preferences. It harms me none."

“So then what are his ‘special circumstances’?” Bakhure questioned.

“You weren’t the only one who was badly injured in the attack. Malik got trapped beneath burning debris and was flown to the same hospital as you. He had to endure having skin permanently grafted across his back, and had to go through months of physical therapy just to be able to move without being in immense pain. That reminds me, under no circumstances are you to ever touch his back. And do not ask to see it. Do I make myself clear?”

The seriousness of Atem’s tone told Bakhure that this was something he shouldn’t press his luck with. “Like crystal,” he replied.

“Good. Here’s the kitchen. Hopefully Rishid is in a decent mood.”

Atem pushed the door aside to reveal a mostly bald man with a ponytail. He appeared to be busy stirring whatever was on the stove as he peeked an eye back towards his guests. The disfigurement that ran down the left side of his face gave Bakhure an idea on how his mind had conjured up Rishid’s brands. Seeing the scarring, he imagined Malik’s own ‘brand’ was probably even worse in appearance.

“I see it’s that time again,” Rishid stated in a casual manner.

Atem nodded. “Unfortunately. Though this time he is familiar with faces and names…for the most part.”

Rishid gave a slight nod of understanding. “That’s a good thing.” He returned his focus to the task before him.

“Is fattah still on the menu?” Atem questioned.

“I managed to obtain some fresh cuts from the local butcher this morning. Seems a shame to let quality ingredients sit because of something no one has any control over,” Rishid replied.

Bakhure leaned close to Atem to privately ask him a question. “I keep drawing a blank. What’s ‘fattah’?”

“Spiced lamb, or sometimes beef, along with vegetables that are boiled. It’s then served over rice and toasted pita, along with a garlicky tomato sauce. It’s your favorite,” Atem replied back quietly.

“I believe it. That description alone sounds right up my alley,” Bakhure commented.

“Rishid is an amazing cook and he puts a lot of thought into each meal. He even takes the time to prepare meatless alternatives for Isis and Malik.”

“Your compliments are flattering,” Rishid stated in an amused tone, having obviously overheard the not-so-quiet conversation. “I’ve had to go through a lot of trial and error to get this good.”

Atem chuckled lightly. “Yes, you very much have. I still remember your cooking from when we first arrived here. It was…edible at best.”

“He hasn’t always been a chef?” Bakhure questioned.

Atem shook his head. “Rishid used to work alongside Mahad. Like you and Malik, he was also injured, though not nearly as badly. He sustained minor burns to the left side of his face, but his vision on that side became impaired. He retired from security and became our chef instead. Honestly, Mahad was more than enough at the time, so it helped Rishid to feel useful. Then you came out of your coma. It wasn’t so bad at first, as you weren’t entirely ‘present’. It’s when your mind started becoming more and more active that I felt it was necessary to have a second security member again. Rishid suggested Amir, who was more than happy to take on his step-brother’s former role.”

“Damn. Does everyone in this house have a sad tale? I’m almost afraid to ask what tragic backstory Isis has…or anyone else I haven’t met for that matter,” Bakhure stated.

“Isis is all that’s left for re-introduction, other than Mahad.”

Bakhure counted on his fingers as he mentally listed off everyone. “Seven? There’s just seven people in this whole manor?”

Atem lowered his gaze to the floor. “...yes…”

“Are the rest just stuck back in Egypt or something?”

“...or something…” Atem quietly choked.

Dawning realization flooded over Bakhure. “...oh…”

A part of him hoped there wouldn’t be any more parallels than what he’d already come across, but it seemed that the more he learned, the more he encountered. At the moment, he wasn’t entirely certain which ‘reality’ was real: This one, or the one he remembered. The one he remembered was one he most definitely wished he could forget…but this one wasn’t looking too promising either. It was hard to decide which he preferred at the moment.

“Can I-...Can I go back to my room now. My head’s starting to hurt again,” he lied.

Atem nodded, saying nothing as he motioned for Bakhure to exit the kitchen ahead of him.

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Prologue, Ch1, 2

[checkitoutmikey]

I just wanted to say that I love your blog. I just watched The Lost Boys yesterday (I know I'm fucking late to the fandom but hey) and thought because of the age that the fandom was basically dead. But then tumblr never disappoints and then I came across your blog and ahhh I'm glad to have found my way here. And a big shout out to your fanfiction on the boys they were all so well written. The interactions and the dialogue were really good. I loved it.

gosh thank you so much! you actually made me blush

sending thousand kisses your way ♥♥♥

welcome to the fandom! we have lots of great people here and even though we are small fandom, there's enough fanfiction to satisfy your thirst

please allow me to direct to much better writers and tlb creators in here

@ghoulgeousimmaculate, @misslavenderlady, @6lostgirl6, @auntvamp, @darlin-disastrous, @theyreonlynoodlesmike

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Working on another idea called the Kingdom of the Forgotten

It's a rewrite of Chip and Dale 2022, this time centralizing on Oswald as the antagonist. Here's a small snippet showing the tone of this version.

Bendy is fun to throw in as well I can't play the game due to all the jumpscares, which cause my POTs to flare. But I'm trying to learn the lore in other ways to include him in this,

This is seperate from the Off the Animation Table AU

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Mickey slowly blinked consciousness returning, groaning as he sat up a hand going to his head. He remembered talking to Oswald and confronting him about his possible highly illegal Bootlegging operation.

"Well well well" his head whipped around at a voice that sounded deep and somehow wet,"Looky who it is," he scrambled back as he was met by a creature dripping in ink its face consumed by teeth, it was a demon toon of some sort however the mouse didn't care to find out more, his heart pounding as the creature slammed a hand down near him leaving an ink splatter

There was more laughter in the shadows as he squeaked curling in on himself, giggles ensued as the light above swayed, showing gleaming pie eyes surrounding them

"Alright, Bendy, you have had your fun. You'll get to have more soon my friend," the creature looked towards the other voice looking disappointed but his body morphed in a sickening blob that writhed until finally a toon emerged it looked like a cutesy Demon from the early rubberhose era, he smiled at Mickey, his pie eyes however shined with a malicious nature

"Of course, Ozzie!" He giggled, skipping towards where the voice came from before the rabbit stepped into the light with a smirk on his face as Bendy and was that Felix, stepped up behind the other,

Oswalds form was not of the Once Upon a Studio design, it was his Trolley Troubles look. However, he wore the same business shirt the sleeves now rolled up as he glared at his little brother, crossing his arms,

"Oswald? Why?" The mouse quickly stood up confusion running through his mind as the rabbit snorted

"Still have your eyes closed? You see Bendy here? That form is the result of experimentation, my son was lobotimized Felix was hit frequently by dip stained whips, all of us have been the victims of Human Primalness, this made us wiser then most,"

"So we can just demand an apology!"

"oh, you naive little mouse, that won't do anything," he shook his head,

"Nothing" Bendy snarled,

"But I wouldn't expect the King of the Known to know what happens to The Forgotten,"

"King of the Known?" Mickey repeated slowly head cocked in his confusion

Oswalds eyes met his, narrowing

"Tell me Michael brother mine, what do you think happens to toons like me? Like Bendy and Felix, ones that humans have forgotten like old toys and play things?"

The mouse paused and thought, he would think they'd be allowed to peacefully retire until they flickered or decayed to the point of non-existence, so that's what he vocalized,

"I would think you'd be told good job and retired to some place peacefully,"

Howls of laughter went through the space Oswald joining in, his friend elbowing him,

"Man Ozzie ya said he's so naive but I didn think he was this deluded!" Came from the Ink demon as Mickey shrunk,

"Told ya Walt's golden boy" the other quipped back, it struck at the mouses core a bit of anger now burning at the name of their creator coming from his brother's mouth like poison,

"We are torn apart Michael,"

"Experimented," came Bendys deeper more sludge like voice,

"Abused," Felix glared

The mouse felt sickened as more joined in shouting what had happened to them after their fame faded,

Assaulted

Burned

Cut open

Tortured

He felt his stomach twisting as Oswald held a hand up, the voices simmering down as he crept closer,

"Your the beloved Mickey Mouse, King of the Known" his brother leaned over with a smile as Bendy giggled and Felix smirked," You know who I am? I am the King of the Forgotten the lost and Mistreated you've met our darling Bendy from the forgotten Joey Drew Studios and you of course know Felix, my brother in law. But I won't dare forget my Citizens! "

Mickeys eye s winced as the Studio lit up before they adjusted and they went wide, hundreds of Black and White toons some dripping others flickered but all glared at the mouse who suddenly realized why Chip and Dale told him not to confront Oswald,

"Welcome to the Forgotten Kingdom!" He threw his arms out as everyone joined him in jeering and laughing,

[ao3feed-zentan]

His Usual Self

His Usual Self

by Kurasame

“I will eat somewhere else!” Tanjirou shouted to them before he rounded the corner and was out of sight, his steps echoing in the hallway as he went farther and farther away, a small bento box in his hand. Nezuko looked worried at the spot where her big brother had been seconds ago, her chopsticks holding a ball of rice unmoving in the air in front of her mouth. The boar just grunted at Tanjirou's unexpected retreat and continued to eat albeit slower than before, a sharp tune of distress emitting from the man's core.

Zenitsu had furrowed his eyes and frowned as he listened to the gentle sound of Tanjirou getting quieter the farther away he went before it vanished altogether, not understanding the reason why the large forehead didn't join them even though it was so painfully obvious how much he wanted to. With his sharp hearing, the blond could tell right away.

Words: 3465, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Endless Days Of TanZen And ZenTan

Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Agatsuma Zenitsu, Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Nezuko, Hashibira Inosuke, Chuntaro | Ukogi (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Relationships: Agatsuma Zenitsu/Kamado Tanjirou

Additional Tags: Kimetsu no Yaiba Manga Spoilers, Fluff, Post-Canon, a little bit of angst i guess, Boys In Love, Boys Kissing, Good Friend Agatsuma Zenitsu, Insecure Kamado Tanjirou, Feeding, Agatsuma Zenitsu Is A Good Boyfriend, why is that not a tag?, Love, Not Beta Read, I'm Bad At Summaries, I'm Bad At Tagging

From https://ift.tt/LOx7MuR https://archiveofourown.org/works/46850284

[lehguru]

Hi!!! I love your work! Can I possibly request Raichi from Blue Lock and his teammates finding out that he’s soft around reader? If that seems too ooc then maybe like a love confession??? Thank you!!! <3

i decided to go with a love confession because it sounds so sweet ♡ but i do agree he would b softer around his s/o, look at him he's angy but a good boy!! tysm for requesting and im sorry for taking so long! this is also not my best work but guess who have a tiny writer's block? ur girl over here 😭

warnings: none i think! + requests are open!

you really never thought you would find yourself in this position. standing on your school corridor that raichi jingo, easily your scariest classmate, asked you to follow him to.

the invitation was quite surprising. he asked you out after class, when you both stayed back for your club activities. when you were walking to your club with a couple of friends, a shout of your name scared you. your small group looked in the direction of the scream and your eyes went wide. why was raichi approaching you?

"yo." he murmured when he got closer. "can i talk to you?

you just stared at his face in confusion and, you had to admit, a little bit of fear. you had no idea what a guy like him wanted with you and, for a small second in the back of your brain, you thought you were in some kind of trouble. you followed him to an empty corridor, you stared at his broad back, your thoughts racing a thousand miles per hour. he stopped on his tracks so suddenly that you almost bumped into him, you quickly took two steps back as he turned around.

you both stood there in an awkward silence. you managed to gather courage and you looked at his eyes, noticing that he was already looking at you. his eyes were... hypnotizing. you didn't notice it before, but the color of raichi's irises was so pleasing to look at, you found yourself blushing slightly at that. jingo cleared his throat and said, a little too loud for what would be considered normal.

"i won' take long to say this. shit, i've been tryna tell you my feelings for sum' time now." before you could process what he was saying, he took a step forward. "i like you. i liked you for a while."

your eyes widened. he liked you? seeing how you reacted to his words, the boy in front of you just turned his back to you and started to walk away.

"tch, f-forget it. i don' expect ya to like me back, jus' wanted to say."

leaving your stunned state, you called out for him and he stopped on his tracks.

"hum..." you smiled, even if he wasn't looking at you. "after your pratice, we can go out together."

he looked at you over his shoulder and grinned, nodding softly. raichi started to walk again, you turned around and left too. you didn't know, but he had the same sweet warm feeling on his heart as you.

2022 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used on them belong to their respective creators!!

[a-jynx]

Hi love! How are you today? Also, I have a request for you. What do you think about, Platonic!Tommy x Reader, where they are bestfriends, and Tommy catches a cold, and gets all clingy with the reader, and ends up falling asleep in their arms. While he is asleep, reader goes live on insta, or tiktok, you choose, and “makes fun if him” for “not being clingy”. Just two best friends cuddling, ya know? 😅 (but nothing sexual)

Hello, hello dearest! I am doing pretty well, I hope you’re doing well! And I genuinely love everything about this request - it’s too adorable! Sick!Tommy definitely needs all the bestie cuddles he can get :D So I hope I do this request justice and thank you so much for the request !! <3

Platonic!Tommy x reader (I wasn't sure if you wanted C!Tommy or CC!Tommy, so I went with CC!Tommy since the Content Creators are who I've been writing for, however I can rewrite this! ) *Especially if against boundaries*

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You knew! You absolutely knew when Tommy told you about going to the water course, on a partially frigid day, something was going to happen, now look where he was… Acting like a whiny, snot-nosed toddler.

“Y/nnnnn,” Tommy’s voice trailed from your bed, making you shift in your seat to see the tall blond sprawled out against your covers, groaning and sniffling. “Tom, if you get as one drip of snot on my sheets,” your warning - of course - fell to deaf ears as he sat up, groaning from what you could tell was the sinus pressure and headache. “Would you like me to turn off the lights?” You murmured, hoping to not agitate his ache more than it already was, however, he gently shook his head.

“No, but forget your stupid editing for two seconds and come ‘ere,” he all but coughed as you winced, hearing the rawness in his throat and with the soft lights you could see his eyes were slightly red and teary, as well as nose blushed red from blowing it. You couldn’t help the roll of your eyes as you pushed your chair back, shaking your head at your ill best friend with a tut. You flopped onto the bed, causing him to jump with the impact with an annoyed huff - glancing at you with a frown. “That ‘stupid editing’ I’m doing is actually for your stupid channel, so watch it or I’ll corrupt all your files,” you bit, wiggling your fingers towards him, attempting to possible irritate him, but he just pushed your hand away and scooted back against your mountain of pillows with a groan. You laid next to him, pressing your shoulders together as you both stared at the dinghy ceiling.

“You wouldn’t dare,”

“Try me, big man,” you both broke into grins at the nickname as Tommy broke out into a fit of coughs, making you frown. Scooting closer, you wrapped him into a hug, not minding the warmth from his hoodie. He slumped into you, sighing as you both laid peacefully. It didn’t take long for Tommy’s snores to rattle you, blinking as you glanced at him - his mouth parted and a bit of drool sliding down his chin.

“Gross,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing your phone from it’s charging port with a wicked grin. Opening your phone, you maneuvered yourself to be comfortable with the weight of the lanky blonde boy in your arms as you clicked onto TikTok, grinning as you clicked the Go Live.

Viewers began to pour in as you glanced between the “hello” and “hi’s.” Since becoming one of Tommy’s few editors, and even jumping onto the bandwagon of streaming - you gained a following quickly.

“Hey, guys!” You whispered, keeping your voice a low hum as Tommy moved, somehow cuddling closer as you snickered, attempting to keep the phone steady on the two of you. “I’m a bit pinned down at the moment, so Tommy’s new video may take a bit to go out! But, how’re you all today?” You watched chat - catching a few ‘good!’ and ‘better now.’ You were thankful for the community you gained - yes, it may’ve been because your best friend was a well-known streamer, but you could care less! You were proud to be by Tommy’s side as he accomplished his biggest dreams, and you couldn’t be happier for him.

“Yes, Tommy is with me, chat - I know! Look at this absolute teddy bear! He’s like a child with a death grip on their mother’s arm!” You snickered, as the chat agreed adding a few ‘haha’s’ and laughing emojis as a few questions came in, leaving you to answer a few while adding a few jabs at Tommy for clinging to you when he always mentions how ‘big man’ and ‘macho’ he is. It was the perfect opportunity!

“I’ve known Tommy for awhile - we knew each other from when we were younger and sort of became inseparable,” you giggled, remembering how Tommy used to ask you for help to reach his juice cup or the cookie jar, but now you’re always asking for help from your tree-height best friend. “Plus, he’s the one that pushed me to get into editing and streaming - so we all have him to thank for pushing me out of my comfort zone.” You smiled as an annoyed groan came from beside you, making you freeze as chat began to spam ‘HE’S WAKING UP’ and ‘RUN Y/N RUN!!!’

Tommy moved to sit up carefully, his yawn even sounding scratchy as he coughed some, mindful to keep it away from you. He blinked, his eyes switching between your slightly widened eyes and the TikTok live stream, as well as chat still spamming for you to quickly book it while you still could.

“Y/n…” Tommy hummed with his hoarse voice, the scratch in it as you slowly began to sit up, moving to try and give yourself at least a small chance to run. “Why’re you live… On the TikTok community… Hm?” Each word came out a bit breathless as you could barely contain your grin, sitting up on one of your knees while your foot grazed the floor.

“Tommy, Tomathy, Tom Simons, Big Man, come on,” you giggled, moving your hands up to keep him back if he tried to grab you. “It’s nothing!”

Your persuasive argument - you really tried to get out of that one - didn’t work as he reached for you, only to be pulled off the bed as you leaned back to get away from him. A shout came from both of you as you landed on your thankfully carpeted floor - chat was spamming as you and Tommy groaned, laying in defeat beside one another as he reached over, ending your little live as you turned towards him, grinning.

“A TikTok live? Seriously?” Tommy groaned, dropping his head back against the plush carpet as you broke into a fit of giggles. “What?” He huffed as you wiped at a fake tear, gesturing towards his face as he frowned, reaching up and wiping away a thick line of drool that had clung to his chin.

Your soft laughter caused him to break out into a smile, joining in on the laughter as he rolled his eyes as you both held your sides, still laughing before you both settled into the soft flooring, your shoulders touching as you sighed, glancing outside. The sun had begun to set, leaving the room in a soft light - you knew Tommy had another vlog to do tomorrow with Jack, Tubbo and Ranboo. You turned towards him, smiling softly as Tommy glanced at you, still holding a bit of a frown.

“You’ve got a busy day tomorrow,”

“At least I’m not stuck editing,” he snickered as you punched his shoulder, making him cry out and rub at the wound.

“What the fuck!”

“I should make you edit your own vlogs, dickhead,” you groaned, moving to sit up as he followed your lead, huffing as he began to massage his temples. The reason why he came over suddenly came back to you.

“Shit, what’re you going to do about tomorrows’ vlog? You’re still sick,”

“I’m a big man, Y/n, I think I can handle a head cold-”

“Yeah, okay, not even half an hour ago you were whining and grumbling about your much your head hurt and how much you needed your best friend,”

“Aye! Don’t make me sound like a pussy!” He grumbled as you rolled your eyes, snatching your phone and flopping back onto your bed, going onto Twitter to see all of the screen records and clips your fans had gotten from your small live. Tommy sat on the floor glaring at you before standing, still glaring before attempting to climb over your comforted body.

“Tomathy!” You growled as he flopped back into his previous spot, snuggling into the comforting feel of your pillows and even your own warmth. It felt comforting for him to feel your precious, but he’s not a pussy so he’ll never admit it.

“Are you done?”

He side-eyed you, pursing his lips with a huff. Not answering as you rolled your eyes before returning to your hunt on Twitter. Tommy side-eyed you again, before scooting closer and watching a few of the clips with you. Tommy couldn’t hold back the scoff as there was a picture of him practically on top of you as you tried to speak to your chat.

“I am so sick of you,” he suddenly grunted as you glanced at him, rolling your own eyes while closing your phone and staring at the ceiling, once more that evening.

“I know you’re not, you can’t lie to your best friend, TommyInnit,” you scoffed as he sighed, closing his eyes as you felt your own body slowly become warm and comfy on your comforter, sighing as you and Tommy both began to drift asleep.

“You’re right.. But, I don’t see Tubbo here,” he mocked, his eyes still closed as you snapped open your eyes, frowning. You moved around some before snatching one of your smaller pillows and smacking it against his chest, causing him to yell out again.

“Now, I’M sick of you,” you huffed, settling in and closing your eyes as Tommy scoffed, as you two settled in, too tired for any more bickering and allowing you both to find comfort in your best friends arms once again - this time no lives, no chats, and no more annoying sniffles.

~~~~

a/n; I hope you enjoyed this anon! I definitely loved writing this, and I hope to see more requests in the future!

Until tomorrow, I hope you all have a beautiful day! ~ J

[sicklings-world]

Luka Couffaine x reader

Miraculous Ladybug

Another one from this amazing show, this time starring my absolutely favorite character. Hope you'll like it!

"39.1" stated Juleka as she took the thermometer out of her brother's mouth "I don't know how you got *that* sick, but you better take your medicine" she added.

"Yeah, sure, I can take care of myself you know" said Luka, going into another coughing fit. He caught some kind of sickness and it hit him hard. He was a snotty, sniffling mess with a fever, buried under a pile of blankets. "You know, I'm going out with mom, we have some things to do, so I called Y/N, she'll come over and look after you" Juleka informed her brother, which caused a grimace on his face "What did you- She'll go mama hen on me!" he squealed out "Don't be so dramatic, and don't waste what's left of your voice. I'll better get going, Y/N should be here soon." Juleka said and left the room.

After about 10 minutes, Y/N arrived at the Couffaine's boat. The girl stepped into Luka's room, greeting her sick boyfriend "Hey Luka" she said with a soft voice and clear concern in it "Hey..." he snuffled from under the covers, coughing a few times "You sound awful" stated Y/N "I feel awful too, you know. Actually, I feel worse than awful." Luka informed his girlfriend. He felt like he was on fire, literally burning. Y/N sat next to him, moving her hand onto his forehead, she was surprised at how hot it was "Gosh, you're burning up. Have you taken any meds?" she asked Luka. He nodded, crunching his brows together at the sudden wave of headache that had hit him all of sudden. "Alright, stay here and I'll make you some tea. Do you want anything to ear?" Y/N asked, wanting her boyfriend to feel better "No, just tea will be okay. Swallowing hurts" said Luka.

After making a tea for Luka, Y/N went to the bathroom to get a cloth and soaked it with cold water. Then she brought her boyfriend tea, and put the cloth on his forehead. Luka sighed with relief when cold material touched his skin. "Thank you Y/N, I don't know what would I do without you" said Luka. Girl smiled "No problem love, I'm always there for you when you need me" she said in response and gave Luka a small peck "Y/NWHATAREYOUDOINGYOU'LLGETSICK" Luka shouted (well, he tried to, it sounded more like a squeal), being clearly concerned about Y/N "Chill out, my immune system is strong enough, I'll be okay" Y/N assured "If you say so... Can we cuddle then?" Luka pleaded, giving his girlfriend puppy eyes. She agreed without hesitation, crawling on the bed, next to the sick boy. Soon they fell asleepasleep in their embrace.

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[A few days later]

Luka felt a lot better now. Thanks to Y/N and her help, he was healed and full of energy. Couldn't say the same about his beloved girlfriend who, surprise surprise, got herself sick too!

Y/N sneezed and her boyfriend rushed to give her a tissue. "Thanks" she said as she loudly blowed her nose in the said tissue.

"So you were saying something about your great immune system, huh?" Luka mocked the sick girl with a smirk on his face "Oh shut up" Y/N said and tossed a pillow at Luka.

Rest of the day wasn't anything special, basically just cute couple stuff and Luka taking care of Y/N.

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Next week, Y/N and Luka met at school. "I'm glad you're better" said Luka "Good we're both better" Y/N said in response, giving her boyfriend a kiss. "Let's go get some lunch, shall we?" asked Y/N "Sure, let's go" Luka said smiling.

~End~

addition: Luka is absolutely amazing, but way too underrated. Creators of the show also did him wrong, making him an ultimate second choice and wasting his potential. That's all. I love him.

[stopeatingwhales]

the 1995 brits (pt. 2) x damon albarn & liam gallagher

ok this has nothing to do with the brits bc now its about glastonbury 1995 i just didn't know whether i should rename it lmaoo okay enjoy x

Pairing: 1995 damon albarn & liam gallagher x reader

Warnings: none at all

Word count: 2.495

part one

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The Glastonbury festival was always one of the best gatherings for music every year. All the best acts in the music would all be invited to perform, and it was amazing. It formed a unity, a connection between the fans and the artists, the creators and the consumers, morphing an atmosphere which only gentrified the solidarity and wholeness the nation felt when they all held adoration to the same album, same songs, singing the choruses from their hearts, with their whole being. It was a spiritual connection with the audience; you weren’t singing to them, you were singing with them. Nothing got as good as Glastonbury - a concert size any larger you would begin to feel detached with the audience - and boy was it a good feeling to be invited this year. Our band had blown up massively, and to be able to perform on the main stage, celebrating the summer and the true joys that music is able to provide and attain, is more than just doing your part. It’s a humbling experience; the lyrics that may have seemingly been written down as a daft thought on the back of a napkin whilst you were sitting having a coffee, relaxing in the tedious cycle that is life, being chanted back to you, shows the true connection those can have with simple melodies and lyrics. Once it’s released in any format, the music, the lyrics, the melodies, they aren’t yours; just as a book, once released, is not the authors’ anymore. It possesses the ownership of the public, that who purchases it, wears it out, listens to the songs back to back to memorise every single lyric and adlib. The songs become the nation's songs, they become the mere link to a dozen memories of each and every person, which they would take to their grave, remembering the good times, and potentially the bad. The true power of music is that it forms a connection - not just with the artist, but with yourself. You can relate to whatever has been said, you can understand yourself just that bit more which allows you to grow as a person, and mature and better into the person that you were set out to be.

I was standing backstage, currently watching the performance lead by Blur, trying to hide from any form of authority who would know that I wasn’t supposed to be back here yet. My band was on in a few hours, so I wasn’t permitted backstage, the only people allowed being the group that was on next. As I admired the performance being put on by Damon and the rest of the band, mumbling lyrics every now and again of songs that I had known from their albums, I felt an arm snake its way around my waist, the grip of the person’s palm squeezing my hip slightly. “Now how come I haven’t seen your pretty face in a while?” said Liam, who was grinning at me widely.

Since the Brit awards, I forced myself to stop partying as much as I used to, due to the addiction that had been stemming from my consistent use of drugs and alcohol. It began to take its toll on me entirely, and I hated the lifestyle that I had started to inhabit. Sex, booze, drugs... they all seem so wonderful, and seem to be fundamental elements that could provide an enjoyable time, don't they? But with repetitive use of such recreational activities, it would not only initiate the worst hangovers, but would also form a pit of longing in the body, endured with your attempt to fill it up with all the illegal pharmaceuticals to make you feel whole again, but of course, the happiness only lasts for a short while before you’re passed out on a couch, waking up at 5 in the afternoon with a raging headache and the only access to pain medication being a five minute walk to the nearest corner shop because you had finished it all. And to your surprise, the pit only got more deep and paining. It was ironic; the drugs designed for jubilation, euphoria, fulfillment, started to make me feel worse than I had already done previously. “I’ve just been caught up with working on the new album, so I’ve been too focused on that to be going out like I used to,” I replied, a grin masked over my lips. It was far from a lie; my band were currently working on our third album, and it had been quite an interesting experience as we were reinventing our sound, though wasn’t the main reason I had avoided all clubs in sight. “You miss me?”

“Course I do, you’re the only girl I know that’ll go as hard as the rest of the lads,” a frown painted over his face as he looked down on me. “It’s hot, y’know.”

I scoffed, my smile still evident on my face. “Oh Liam, you’re going to make me blush!” I joked, placing my arm around his waist. We both carried on watching the performance being led by Damon, who currently had the crowd screaming over the top of their heads at Girls and Boys. Oasis were on after - even these concerts were chipping in on the mess of their feud. “You nervous?”

“Me? Nervous? Never.” Liam replied, snarling at my question.

“Really?” I asked, diverting my stare to look up at Liam, my eyebrows raised in a sarcastic manner. Even though it wasn’t evident from his facial expression, everybody would be nervous. Especially if you were performing on the main stage in a few minutes.

“Okay, maybe a little bit.” He mumbled, staring at Damon with a look of disgust on his face.

“Knew it,” I grinned, allowing my hand to run up and down his back as a form of comfort to soothe his nerves. The tight grip he kept consistent on my waist proved that he felt tense. “You’ll be amazing, you always are.”

“You hitting on me?” he quickly fired back, cocking his head to the side as he admired me, his gaze flicking to my lips every now and again.

“Of course I am.” I sarcastically replied, rolling my eyes at Liam’s child-like characteristics. By now Blur had finished their set, leaving the crowd screaming and waving things in the air as a form of goodbye. Me and Liam stayed put in our place as the four boys waltzed off the stage, me congratulating them as they walked off one by one. Damon was the last to walk off, and as he began strolling off the stage proudly, our eyes connected, causing me to dart my stare away from his robust glare that had reflected off of his orbs. Knowing of his distaste in Liam, I brushed it off immediately, remembering the pettiness of their argument the last time we had all been together at the Brits. I heard Liam utter some profanity under his breath after Damon walked past us, but I chose not to question him on it, full-well knowing it was either wanker or cunt.

When the rest of the band turned up and Oasis were on cue to go on, Liam quickly detached himself from our embrace, pressing his lips to my cheek, grinning at me widely. “Don’t miss me too much!” he shouted as he walked onto the stage, causing the crowd to erupt into a fit from the mere sight of the band getting themselves ready - Liam just standing there cooly, picking up the tambourine left on the floor for him. I marvelled at the band as they began their set, instantly grinning as soon as Liam began singing the lyrics to Rock n Roll star. Let’s hope he’s not walking off stage this time.

I continued to concentrate on their performance, oftentimes laughing as the crowd progressively got more and more rowdy, screaming the lyrics as Liam sang them, as if Noel’s backing vocals weren’t enough to keep the song going to its full potential. “I wonder when you’re going to realise that you like me.” I heard a voice mutter from behind, causing me to abruptly turn my head, even though I knew exactly who it was. My eyes were greeted with the sight of Damon, a small smirk illustrated on his lips as he glued his eyes on mine - just like he had done before when he walked past me and Liam.

“I’m sorry?” I scoffed, raising my eyebrows at his clearly egotistical assumption, though I couldn’t help but resist a smile to contract on my cheeks as I gazed at him. Much like me and Liam, we also hadn’t spoken since the Brit awards, and it would’ve been a lie if I hadn’t wanted to talk to him again. Despite the fact that there was a certain tension between us that, from each meeting, seemed to intensify, and was something we were both clearly aware of, I ignored it entirely - even if my bandmates had teased me religiously every time they saw me have an encounter with him. Go out with him already! You two are constantly flirting!

Moving away from where I was standing, I made my way over to him to be able to talk over the loud music seeping out of the speakers, instead of shouting at one another. We then exited the backstage area together, welcoming us to the view of a plain grassland where a couple trailers had been parked, both of our bands included. Eventually, we walked to one of the random trailers, assuming it was his one, and stood against the shiny metal impediment as we shared a cigarette.

“Don’t act like it’s not true,” he replied casually, him reciprocating my grin as we began to walk further into the backstage space. “I saw the way you were eyeing me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I replied, attempting to act oblivious towards his statement. I could feel him gawking, focused on me as I admired the blooming sunlight that casted out towards us, the light so bright that it caused my eyes to tear up slightly. The music was still very much audible, and the screams of the many thousands jammed together in the mosh pit were still extremely loud.

“Oh, but you do.” he mumbled, causing me to shift my view to look at him. He had now fixated his stare onto the sun, the cigarette softly placed between his lips as he inhaled quickly before taking it out and allowing the built-up smoke from his lungs to escape into the atmosphere. Dropping the tobacco roll onto the ground, he placed his foot over it in order to burn it out, then turning his head to fixate his gaze onto mine. A brief moment of silence passed as we admired one another, the atmosphere carrying an element of apprehension as to what was about to occur between us. Through my peripheral I saw moving his body slightly to come closer to mine as he lifted his back off the metal surface and stood in front of me, my gaze not daring to leave him. Our eyes maintained strong eye contact as I felt my cheeks began to heat up furiously, followed by my attempt on telling myself that it was simply due to the sun’s radiance that my face held such warmth, almost as if to doubt the feelings, the tensions that had constantly piled up every time we had seen one another.

Our noses touched as our faces then became inches apart, my eyes focused on Damon, who kept darting his eyes to my lips every few seconds. Tilting his head slightly, he leaned his body forward, softly pressing his lips onto mine. We stood there for a few seconds, to allow the moment to truly sink in. His hands were gently placed on my waist as I placed them on his arms, like a form of support to allow myself to stay upright. After a while, I snaked my hands around his neck in order to deepen the kiss, the warmth of his lips colliding against mine sending shocks all around my body - the moment didn’t feel real at all. It was as if this entire time of me knowing of him, interacting with him, being in his presence, I had attempted to avoid myself catching feelings, not getting myself engraved in a situation with another musician, but due to my mind forcing such a hindrance, it became an inevitability - I caught feelings for Damon Albarn.

As we pulled away to catch our breaths, Damon leaned back, sneaking his arms around my waist as he looked down on me. “You liked that.”

“Shut up.”

“Can’t wait for Liam to find out about this.” he grinned, playing with strands of my hair as I glared at him. I knew he was aware of the glare I was giving him, because he seemingly began to grin even wider.

“He won’t, because you’re not going to tell him.” I replied bluntly, placing my hands on his chest as I began to draw little circles over his shirt. It felt so surreal, yet so normal - there was a certain amenity shared between us proving that what was felt in the past was indeed real, and indeed reciprocated.

“Always knew you’d give in one day.” he mumbled, a devilish grin painted on his lips.

“Really?” I scoffed. “Even when the tabloids were convinced me and Gallagher were an item?” I asked, staring straight into his eyes. I noticed him frown slightly after the question left my mouth, my lips attempting to form into a smile as I broke off his smug persona.

“Well it looks like you’ve left Liam to be with me.” he grinned, our eyes connecting once again. I took his hand away from my hair to interlace it with mine, holding it close to my chest for Damon to be able to feel my heartbeat. Even though anybody could have opened their trailer door and witnessed us in such an affectionate state, none of that seemingly mattered to either one of us. Everything that had occurred between me and Damon felt so perfect, to the point that I would want somebody to come and witness the true beauty of this moment. There was a strong feeling in my chest that I wanted him to feel, to understand, that what was occurring between us truly meant something, and wasn’t just a silly little play to mess with my feelings.

“Liam’s not that bad you know.”

“I’m just joking, love, don’t worry.” he mumbled, bringing our interlaced hands to his face to allow him to kiss the back of my hand. “You wanna go get something to eat before you head on?”

“Sure, I’d love to.” I said, forcing us to detach our bodies from our embrace and walk over to one of the food stalls, hand in hand.

[seiyasabi]

The Scientist

(Hange (Hanji) can rearrange by guts tbh :P Lol, anyways, this is a Yandere Hanji x Female Reader story! It takes place in current time tho (same universe as Yelena). Also, idgaf how tall the creator says Hanji is. In this fic, even the tall girlies get to be shorter than Hanji. 

TW: kidnapping!, !drugging!, unwanted advances, stalking!, etc! 

Please proceed with caution! Also, I’m sorry if you can tell that this was in my drafts for a hot min. I started to write this when I first started this blog, and I just finished/revised it lol. ) 

“Hey, (Nickname!” Hearing the loud shout of a certain brunet, you jump about a foot in the air. As usual, Hanji decides to surprise you whilst you’re in the middle of something. 

Pulling away from the microscope you’re currently looking at, you put on a strained smile, “Yes?” 

Their one eye sparkles in a hopeful fashion from behind their glasses, one of her their fiddling with their eyepatch, “Sooo,” They draw out the o, seemingly trying to disarm you, “Are you free this weekend? There’s this suuuuper cool bar that’s just opening, and me and the others are thinking about going! It’s totally not a date or anything,” They pause to let out a loud laugh, “I think it’ll be fun! What D'ya say?” 

Forcing out a chuckle, you shake your head, “Ah, I’m sorry, Hanji, but I’m busy this weekend. I have a lot of samples I need to process for that upcoming court case,” You chew your bottom lip nervously, “I’m sorry. I hope you and the others have a good time, though!” 

A new voice is heard, butting into your conversation, “I can do those! I’ve been needing more hours, anyways,” Whipping your head in the direction of the voice, you silently curse. Fuck Armin for being so helpful! 

Hanji beams even brighter than before, clapping their hands together happily, “See! Armin can do that for you!” They lean in closer to you, their lab coat brushing against yours, “Come on, (Nickname), I’d be reaaaaally happy if you go!” 

An uneasy feeling pools in your gut, as an anxious sweat begins to bead at your brow, “I-uhm-I suppose I can go for an hour or two.”

“Great!” They grab your hands in theirs, squeezing them in a friendly manner, “The bar is called ‘Titan’s Wrath,’ and we’re meeting at eight on Saturday!” Releasing you, they pat you on the back, “See you later!” They run off, most likely back to the dry lab. 

After a moment of silence, you slowly turn towards the short haired blond man, “Armin, I’m going to kill you.”

He blanches at your blunt tone, flushing a bright red, “Wha-what?” 

You grit your teeth, tears starting to bead your eyes in frustration, “They’re the person I was telling you about! Hanji constantly harasses me, and you practically just tossed me into their arms! Why would you do that?” 

A look of pure terror and remorse appears of his face, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t realise that they were the person-oh my God, I’m so stupid. I-I really didn’t know! I’m so, so sorry!” You let out a quivering breath, hands clenched into fists to calm you down. 

“It-it’s alright. I never really told you who they were. Just never do that again, okay? If you need more hours, just tell me, and I’ll see what I can do,” The younger man sighs in relief, shoulders deflating. 

“I promise to never do that again!” You nod, blinking away your unshed tears, and smile at him. 

“Okay, then we don’t have any problems,” You laugh lightly, shaking your head, “Who would’ve thought our newest intern was the dry lab’s wing man?” He panics again, making you cackle good-naturedly, “Now, can you please grab the dilluter? I forgot to grab it from the fridge.”

-

Hanji, being the ever cheerful person that they are, set their sights on you the moment you were hired. 

But, if they came out with their feelings immediately, you’d just assume that they wanted to take advantage of you. 

So, they watched you. Writing down your likes and dislikes, your quirks, everything. Through their ‘research,’ they came to realise that you’re very good at your job. The wet-lab should be lucky that they have you… but they never give you the recognition you deserve! 

They bombard you with assignments, become upset when you don’t finish them in seconds (which is so unreasonable!), and hardly give you any time off! 

You don’t seem to mind, being the good girl you are, but Hanji sure does! 

So, they’d seek out the top graduates from the college nearby, and help them become employed at the lab. The newbies really helped get the load off of your shoulders, and once done, they decided to swoop in now that you had a decent amount of free time. 

It started at the vending machine- they’d asked you if you wanted to get coffee with them sometime. You said no, probably because you felt it wasn’t professional. After all, rumours would spread like wildfire if you went out with the lead lab tech of the dry lab! 

So, everytime they knew you had a weekend off, they’d approach you with new places to try. 

Be it a movie, a store, a concert- it didn’t matter. They just desperately wanted to have some time with you! 

But, you reacted the complete opposite of how you were supposed to. 

You’d pick up as many shifts as possible, most times going into over time, just to avoid the flamboyant lead. Whenever you saw them in the hall or by the break room, you’d turn in the complete opposite direction. If wet-lab needed to correspond with the dry-lab, you’d send your most qualified coworker to do so. 

It was saddening, to be honest. They love you so much, yet you refuse to even face them. 

But, thanks to that Armin kid, their plans can finally bloom into fruition. For once, you can’t escape the brunet’s advances! 

Because of that, Hanji made a note to the owner of the lab that Armin would make a good contribution to the lab after he gets all of his qualifications. 

-

Saturday night comes far too soon. 

Dressed in black skinny jeans and a cropped, white long sleeve, you stand in front of ‘Titans Wrath.’ Scoffing at how the bar sounds like a metal band, you make your way inside. 

Grabbing the door handle, you yank it open, immediately hearing loud rock music. Mentally patting yourself on the back for your observation, you step inside of the cool building. 

Looking inside, you see a large, double sided bar in the middle of the room, a stage and standing area just behind it. There are a few pool tables in the front area where you’re standing, along with double doors leading to a hidden kitchen. 

There’s also a lot of people inside. You can’t see Hanji or their friends, but seeing a band setting up on the stage tells you that they’re probably on the other side of the bar. 

Walking over to the steps leading down into the stage area, you try to ignore the leers of a few men around you. Maybe you shouldn’t have worn clothes that accentuate your beautiful figure. Peering around the corner, you see the scientist and their friends, an empty seat in between them and a large blond man, that you vaguely recall being the police chief of your city. 

Strolling towards them halfheartedly, you give yourself a small peptalk inside of your mind. Sure, Hanji has always been touchy-feely with you, sure, they’ve asked you out about one hundred times, sure, you run into them every time you leave the house, sure- 

“(Nickname)! You actually came!” The brunet’s voice is loud, loud enough to cut through the loud music and equally loud chatter. Forcing a smile onto your face, you give a small wave, suddenly uncomfortable with the line of strangers at the bar suddenly looking at you. 

“Yes, hello, Hanji,” When you’re close enough, you’re thrown into a tight embrace, their body practically molding into your own. They’re about a head taller than you, making it so your head is practically forced against their protruding collarbones. Hesitating slightly, you give them a soft pat on the back, trying to escape their suffocating embrace. 

“I’m so glad you came!” They release you just as suddenly as they grabbed you, putting a hand on the small of your back, and practically forcing you in between the blond man and themself, “(Nickname), this is Erwin. Erwin, this is (First Name).”

His blue eyes rake over your appearance, recognition appearing on his face, “It’s nice to see you again, Ms. (Last Name), especially under better circumstances.” 

You nod, thinking back on some high profile cases you met with him for, “Yes, it’s nice to see you again, Mr. Smith.” 

A loud scoff is heard from beside Erwin, the head of a short, dark haired man peeks around the broad chested man, “It’s about time you brought a respectful brat,” You have to stop yourself from flinching at his harsh tone, “I am Levi,” Opening your mouth to introduce yourself, he holds up a hand, halting you, “There’s no need for introductions, Shitty-glasses has gushed about the ‘pretty wet-lab scientist’ for months now.” 

“Oh, alright. It’s nice to meet you,” His lifts his whiskey on rocks in acknowledgement, before downing it with one swig. 

“Likewise,” After that, he turns towards a light brown haired woman, her high pitched voice is heard from where you’re sitting. 

“I’m sorry about that. The detective is very… unsociable.” 

“It’s alright, Mr. Smith. He kind of reminds me of one of my interns, Annie,” You say with a small smile, before your swiveling bar stool is forced around so you’re facing Hanji. 

“Sooo, you like the bar so far?” Their smile is somewhat pleading, and you can’t help but just go along with them. 

“Yes, this place is, um, cool. Very interesting choice,” They clasp their hands together with a pleased expression, as they somehow move closer to you than they already are. At this point, you’re worried that they’ll fall off their stool. 

“Right? Our residential emo boy found it, and we’ve been hooked ever since,” A loud ‘Shut up, Shitty-glasses,’ is heard from behind you, making the brunet laugh, “Let me order you a drink! I think there’s something that you’ll really like!” 

Opening your mouth to reject, it was seemingly too late, because the brunet has already waved over a punk-ed out bartender. You didn’t really hear what the drink is called, but the man sets to work immediately. 

It barely takes a minute for it to be finished, and the purple drink is suddenly in front of your motionless form. Looking up, the purple haired man winks at you, before turning his attention back to a speaking Hanji. 

“Anything she orders, put it on my tab,” He nods, before walking off to service another customer. 

Turning your attention back to Hanji, you try to persuade them to let you pay, “Thanks, Hanji, but it’s alright. I can pay for my own drinks-”

“Don’t worry about it; I asked you out, remember? And it’s the least I can do for harassing you for the past few months,” Startled by their uncharacteristically somber words, you nod in understanding. 

“Alright. Thank you,” They nod, before motioning towards your drink. 

“Try it! I’m sure you’ll like it!” Grabbing the cool glass cup, you bring it up to your lips, and take a small sip. It’s amazing. It tastes like (favourite flavour), and it goes down smooth. 

“You’re right, this is delicious!” They grin brightly, clapping their hands together in glee. 

“Great!” They motion towards the stage with their head, “The show’s about to start! Are you ready for a kickass night?” You laugh at their vigour, and nod. 

“You bet!” 

Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all. 

-

You spoke too soon. 

It seems like you’ve drank too much, because you’re now feeling dizzy. Throughout the set, you’d ordered about five more drinks, and they seemingly hit you all at once. 

Hanji, who’s been watching you since your fourth drink, feigns shock at your unstable form. That Rohypnol they grabbed from work works quite well! Now they can see why it’s the choice drug for those awful, awful people. 

“Whoa there, (Nickname), it seems you’ve had too much to drink!” Hanji jokes, hands holding you steady on your bar stool. The only person from your group still at the bar is Erwin, but he knows they have it under control. As chief of police, he feels a bit of remorse, but he knows it's for the best. Hanji will take care of you, because, after all, you’re their only true obsession. 

“Wha-huh? Was’ happenin?” Hanji can all but coo at how cute you are. 

“Don’t worry, cutie. I’ll get you home safe,” Helping you to your boot clad feet, they send a knowing look to Erwin, who smiles in return. Wrapping an arm around your waist, they help you stumble out of the bar, and walk towards their car. Once at the passenger side, the brunet unlocks the door, and assists you inside. You flop onto their leather interior, eyes unfocused, and body movements random. Chuckling to themself, they buckle you in, not before pulling on gloves, and taking your phone, keys, and wallet off of you. 

Taking these items, they empty your wallet of its cash, and chuck everything into a nearby bush. Knowing that the cameras outside the building and the buildings surrounding the place are off, they feel at ease. If anything, they feel like your knight in shining armour. If they hadn’t taken you, someone else would’ve-you’re just too cute. 

Closing your door, and rounding the car, they slide into the driver’s side, before starting the car. Buckling themself in, they look at your out-of-it form, and smile. 

[dont-bee-shy]

frypan’s beignets

submission for the glader cup 2022, day 3, frypan’s kitchen

“What’s the first thing you cooked when you arrived here?”

Frypan loves this question. Somehow, all the greenies end up asking this exact thing. Thomas is a lucky one; it’s bonfire night. He’s going to get to taste the answer instead of just hearing it.

“Here,” he tells the greenie as he hands him a large bowl filled with diamond-shaped pastries. 

Fry doesn’t really know where he remembers this recipe from. It was the first thing that came to his mind when he stepped into the kitchens of the Glade on his first day as a greenie. He told Newt right away he didn’t need to try the other jobs. This one was made for him.

“Prove it,” Newt had teased him, and that’s exactly what he did.

He was the newbie, had only been here for a day at best, but he ordered everyone around. “Grab me this” and “give me that”, always preceded by a please and followed by a thank you and a genuine smile. The kitchen turned into a small factory as all his newly-found commis chef spurred into action, diligently piling up on the table  everything they could find in the pantry.

Instinctively, Frypan knew all the ingredients and measurements. 40 grams of yeast, the one they used for the bread would do. 125 millilitres of milk to activate it. Warm it up slightly, never let it boil. 1 kilogram of flour, 120 grams of sugar, and just a pinch of salt. Eggs, too. Four in total. And butter. Don’t forget the butter, 100 grams of it. Orange blossom water, for the taste.

“We don't have any,” Newt said. “But we can put it on the list for the creators, for next time.”

For next time.

He already has the job.

Kneading the dough was a pain in the ass, though. Newt helped him and so did Jack. They put all their strength into it until their foreheads went moist from the sweat, and soon enough, Frypan’s preparation morphed into a nice smooth ball.

“Now what?” Newt asked.

"Now, we wait.”

And so, they waited. They let it rest for over an hour, and in the meantime, they cleaned the dishes, a heap of dirty pots and plates that the teenage boys were too lazy to wash up.

Frypan wouldn’t say he is pernickety about cleanliness, but listen, you can cook anything good in a dirty saucepan now, can you? So he took it on himself to save those poor teenage boys from the food poisoning that was, at that rate, luring upon them, and he cleaned.

He got so caught in his dishwashing that he didn’t even hear the voices that called after him.

“Hey, newbie!” Newt called out without causing any response. “Hey greenie?”

“Hey, you with the frying pan!” Another boy tried, unsuccessfully.

“HEY FRYPAN!” Jack shouted at him, and he turned around, a frying pan covered in dish soap in hand.

“Sorry…what?”

“The dough has risen.”

And so, they rolled the dough. They used the largest surface they had, a nice wooden table built by Gally and his men a while back. They rolled it flat, and they cut diamond shapes in it, in all sizes. Big ones for those who like to take bites, small ones for those who like to swallow it all in one go. 

They filled a large saucepan with sunflower oil and dipped handfuls of pastries after the other, let them fry for a couple minutes before taking them out, their golden crusts making all the boys in the kitchen drool in anticipation.

“Tell me you have powdered sugar at least?” Fry asked Newt.

They did, miraculously. It was Alby who came to pour the sugar, attracted by the mysterious smell that was slowly invading the whole glade. 

Nowadays, Frypan lets Chuck powder them with sugar. He says it’s snow, and it makes Frypan smile. He hopes Chuck gets to see real snow one day. 

Quickly, Frypan’s beignet became the go-to pastries of bonfire nights. Many of the happiest moments the Glade has known involved the little pastries, one way or another.

When the creators are kind enough to send them chocolate, they make it melt and dip Frypan’s beignets in it. When they aren’t that lucky, there’s always some honey to cover them in. Sometimes, Fry and Zart even get together to make some jam with whatever fruit Zart has grown, and they dip the pastries in it. It's Fry’s favourite way of eating them. 

One time, the yeast didn’t rise and the pastries fell flat, and Fry almost cried from how disappointed he was. He didn’t even bother to fry them, and kept the diamonds of dough waiting on the table. Food is so precious in the Glade. They don’t have much ressources and it keeps getting harder to feed everyone. Wasting them on doing his fancy pastries had been foolish and selfish of him, he thought in that moment. He should be cooking something more nourishing, like bread or pasta. Something useful. Not stupid beignets.

Jack didn’t agree. He took the beignets and fried them, and in the end, even if they looked a little odd and wobbly, they still tasted the same joyous taste they always did. So Jack and Fry  ate the whole batch in secret, hidden in a corner of the kitchen in the middle of the night, with chocolate and honey and jam and way too much icing sugar. Their tummies ached for a whole week after that, but the sugar high had been worth it. They had danced around the kitchen and sang improvised songs using wooden spoons as microphones, and that night, Frypan had fallen asleep happy.

It’s his mother’s recipe. He doesn’t remember her, what her name was or what she looked like, but when he bites into the pastry, he knows. it’s his mama’s recipe, and it makes him think — maybe reminds him — of streets filled with music and houses painted in bright colours, of people laughing loudly, white teeth all out to mock the world.

Frypan remembered his name after two days. Siggy.

But he never told the others. Your name is given to you by your family, and they were his family now. They had called him Frypan, so he shall be Frypan from now on. 

He thinks it’s quite fitting.

“They’re delicious,” Thomas says, his mouth full with his fourth beignet.

When the Box came up with Thomas in it, somewhere in one of the crates, there was a small bottle of orange blossom water. In Frypan’s two years of living in the Glade, two years of requesting it, the Creators had never been kind enough to send him some. He thinks, this time, someone took the trouble of making sure the Box would send him exactly what he needed. 

Frypan likes to believe in signs. He notices changes, tiny details. They always mean something. To him, the orange flavour of his beignets can only mean one thing.

Things are about to change.

Frypan’s beignets

1kg flour

120g sugar

100g butter 

40g fresh yeast

125ml milk 

4 eggs 

1tsp orange blossom water

1 pinch of salt

powder sugar 

sunflower oil

Warm the milk without letting it boil. Pour it over the yeast and wait 10 to 15 minutes.

In a separate bowl, mix the flour, the sugar and the salt. Dig a well and break the eggs one by one in it, mix after each egg. Add the butter. Pour the milk/yeast preparation over it. Add the orange blossom water. Mix and knead the dough until smooth and malleable. Let it rest for an hour and a half in a warm spot.

Flatten the dough using a rolling pin and cut diamond shapes in it. Fill up a saucepan with sunflower oil and let it boil. Fry the pastries in handfuls of five of six for a couple minutes until they go brown. Dry them with a paper towel and cover them in icing sugar. 

Frypan’s advice: change your beignets with the seasons! Replace the orange blossom water with cinnamon in the winter, with lemon juice in the summer. It’s hard enough to keep track of time in the Glade, so let your pastries be your fellow gladers’ new calendar!