#//This is my favorite drabble; I think

[lovebelphie]

anything he says gives me butterflies 🫧🎀

[good-beanswrites]

Hear me out:

Kotoko adopted Es, and Fuuta went ballistic.

Rip Fuuta... he can never catch a break... Asdfsdf thank you for this, it was a blast thinking of all the ridiculous ways this could have played out! (One possibility I toyed with was Fuuta's competitive instincts take over, he fights her for Es, only to realize too late "*I* don't want to be responsible for a whole child WAIT") It's a similar format to the last one, with a knock-at-the-door reveal, but I still think it works 😂

“Don’t fuck with me, Es.”

“I would never.”

Lying brat. Fuuta knew they would every chance that they got. It was the reason he was so relieved that Es decided to find somewhere else to live after Milgram’s end. Fuuta had nothing left to fear from his former warden, but the others’ suggestions that Es become his new roommate still made him shudder. Three interrogations in a closed space with the rude kid were enough for him, thank you very much.

However, it wasn’t all a relief. He couldn’t help feeling concerned about who they’d gone to live with. Given how cryptic they were being, Fuuta would have been convinced they walked into the woods to find a furry family of Jackalopes or something to raise them –except, they showed up for this walk with clean clothing and internet access. 

“I don’t believe you. You’re fucking with me right now. Why can’t you just tell me who it is?” 

“It isn’t any of your concern. Hey, I thought you swore to stay out of others’ business. You turned over a new leaf and all that?”

“Tch. I meant other people’s business. You’re different.” 

If Es had vanished off the grid like some of the other prisoners, Fuuta wouldn’t have cared. But they were here, near enough to arrange some lame meetup, which meant they were going to remain in his life for a while longer. And that meant, as the model citizen that Fuuta was, he felt responsible for ensuring they didn’t get themselves kidnapped by some creep. 

He asked, “how much do you know about them, anyway? I mean, what kind of person can house a random weird kid on incredibly short notice? That’s definitely suspicious.”

Fuuta pulled the mask up on his face as they turned down a more crowded street. He knew people were going to gawk at his eye anyways, but it still helped him feel like he was blending in. With his thoughts on the injury for a moment, he was glad that bitch Kotoko was one of the prisoners who had gone off the grid. Good riddance.

“I promise, she’s fine. Not weird with children at all. In fact, she’s really good with them, which is why she could help me on such short notice.” They muttered, “but it’s not like I’m that young…”

“That’s still not normal. Is she some old housewife or something?”

“Ah, are you trying to do the interrogation this time? Actually, I’d say she’s around your age.”

“It’s just you two living alone? I’m still worried about Milgram coming looking for us again – can a girl like that really protect you?”

“Is everyone supposed to live with a big, strong man, like you?”

“Wha–!” Fuuta’s cheeks burned red. “That’s not what I –!”

“I’m only teasing. It’s cute that you care about me.”

That only agitated him more. “It’s not cute! I’m being realistic! One of us has to think about your safety while you’re just distracted by some pretty girl.”

“What makes you think she’s pretty?”

“Well, why else would you be so careless in deciding to live with her?”

All of the sudden, he saw it in Es’ eyes: that spark of mischief that Fuuta had come to loathe. He could never tell what they were plotting, but it was never a good sign.

Es held up their hands in mock surrender. They put on a ridiculous, overdramatic voice. “Ah, you caught me, Fuuta! I’m hiding her identity because she’s the most beautiful, capable woman in all of Japan, and I want to keep her all to myself!” 

He groaned, but they weren’t deterred. “She’s got everything, I couldn’t risk you falling for her! She’s quite capable of defending me. She’s very strong, with protective instincts much like your own. She understands our situation like no one else could. She’s got intense eyes, and you wouldn’t believe her singing voice. She enjoys deep conversations, she’s a dog person, she –”

“ – now you’re being the creep! Just shut up, I get it already...”

When they finally had the decency to pull it together, they reassured him. “It’s all true, though. So there’s no need to worry about me. I’m in good hands.”

Good hands, his ass. In only a brief conversation, the caretaker had gone from sounding a little suspicious to sounding way too good to be true… meaning she was extremely suspicious.

“Maybe someday I’ll introduce you, if you’re lucky...”

He turned his eyes away. “At least let me run some background checks on her first.” 

(He would just stalk her on social media, but that still counted.)

“You’re just going to stalk her on social media. That doesn’t count.”

“Eh? I have legit methods!” He hid deeper under his mask.

Even after the topic was dropped, after he and Es parted ways on an awkward goodbye, Fuuta was left thinking about this mystery woman. It took a bit of digging (and maybe a tiny bit of social media stalking) but at last he found where Es lived with this stranger. Contrary to what they may believe, he had turned over a new leaf. There would be no more hiding behind screens or letting others do the confrontation for him. Now that he was a changed person, he’d do the healthy and normal thing with this information: he’d march on down there himself and confront her like a man. 

He made it all the way to the front door with his chin high. He knocked with confidence. 

Then he began to shift nervously. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the woman’s description out of his head. Sure, he was here to check on Es, but if someone happened to check him out at the same time, it was only right to be prepared… He straightened his shirt collar. He ran his fingers through his hair. He wondered if he should have covered up his eye to look more presentable.

The door swung open. 

The surprise on Kotoko’s face was nowhere near the amount on Fuuta’s.

“Oh, for fucks sake –!”

From somewhere behind her, Es’ laughter rang out.

[crustycrackhead]

Swampcat but the fic I can’t fucking write but I’m throwing the idea to the tank of sharks— I need to like clean it up but this is a very barebones sketch lol— also I think it would be slay if Kremy has reading glasses (old man)

*I sit a round table full of papers, it’s frantic, it’s crazy (normal), I sound desperate as I describe the scenes to you*

Go under here for my crazy

First lil encounter to me where they start piquing each other’s interests… you picking up what I’m putting down?

Somethign somethign, they usually do their paperwork, accounting, tax fraud in complete silence. It’s both of their quiet time, it’s a welcomed bliss because the rest of the party is pretty loud. ADHD AUTISM BODY DOUBLING MOMENT OKAY!!!

Okay anyway, I think from what I picked up, they’re both pretty competent at handling money and numbers. (Good at math, Frost would be really into theoretical mathematicals while Kremy is more applied maths core. This is all headcanon lol). FUCK IM BAD AT SUMMARIZING SHIT BYT ANYWAYS—

Eventually during their wordless agreement, they begrudgingly let each other check each other’s work, looking for errors and proofreading shit. Mutual respect (THIS IS LIKE SEX TO ME). Blah blah blah, you’re prolly getting tired of me rambling BUT UR IN MY LION’S DEN AND YOU MUST SIT AND LISTEN TO ME!!! 🫵🫵🫵

Frost leans in as he looks over Kremy’s paperwork (this is the sexiest thing to me okay), the fur from his cheek rubs against Kremy’s scales of his neck. I think texture wise, it’s like autism heaven bruh. They’re each other’s stimboard. THAT’S THE DYNAMIC I LIKE MMM YUMMY. It just feels nice to be in each other’s presence, fur against scales, cool against warmth, thermodynamic equilibrium.

Have a Drabble meow ⬇️

————

There’s a tension in the air so thick he could’ve cut it with a knife, and the offer from Frost still rings in Kremy’s head. The lizardfolk almost felt dizzy even thinking about it.

“I can amend that”

Frost’s words repeated in his head, voice deeper than usual. It was such a vague offer but Kremy knew what laced those words, he saw the hunger in that tiger’s eyes. He might just take up his offer, the thrill of it made his spine shiver.

———-

Like imagine that, lien taht, that’s the flavor, the thrill in the anticipation of it! THEY’RE FREAKSSASA !!!!! FREAKSSSS

[puppetmaster13u]

Oh boi even more of One au in like 3 hours lol

I like to think that like how in @phoenixcatch7's Doll au there's gas versions of like cures and such in the batfam's gas masks since they don't need to breath when possessing the puppets right? I like to think there's an organic version of that with the meat puppet bodies, at least with Bruce, where the plates on his neck opens up into vents of sorts, pictured here with a few spikes removed for visibility reasons.

This gas could be some cures for like Joker venom & Fear gas and such, or it could also be sedatives, paralytics, could even vary between each member. (For example in the Cryptidverse Steph has Anesthetics on her claws, Jason has reflective powder that mimics embers/sparks, Cass has paralytics, etc). Honestly I am just brainstorming so this could definitely change lmao

I do like to think they start developing their own venom though, gotta' have those fangs & tusks for some reason lol

[enluv]

Inkigayo Sandwich?!

— idol!heeseung x fem!idol reader

synopsis: in which y/n has received an Inkigayo Sandwich everytime she’s promoted with enhypen but never a number along with it so she wants to find the culprit

genre(s): text & smau + oneshot! all fluff tbh :)

warning(s): dark humor (kys/kms/die jokes in specific, cursing, blood is mentioned once(?), i think that’s all but lmk if I missed anything and i will add it!!

a/n: this is based on the rumor that idols give their numbers to one another by sending each other inkigayo sandwiches 😭

taglist?! @yeoforce @bloom-bloom-pow @nikis-mum @yourlocalhotgf @kyublr @spoooooooooooon @enhacolor @yoongimooni @blaqpinksthectic @gyuuss @eternallyhyucks @dinosdance @simpforsung @misschubswrites @junityy @jjunry (bold can't be tagged - pls send me an ask/dm to be removed or added to this taglist!)

coco’s love note: tehehe so this was what my most recent poll was for!! thanks to everyone who voted and eventually broke that tie we had 😭 it really went on for so long!! but i hope you like this quick fic! I saw this whole think about an inkigayo sandwich and it’s double meaning on twitter from a moot of mine and i just felt the sudden need to write/use the idea so here it is!! enjoy!! as always reblogs/feedback is appreciated!!

[outtoshatter]

Mischief Monday! (you'll never guess who this is, also it's a triple drabble, #sorrynotsorry)

“So when you said ‘some dipshit summoned a giant goo monster’...” Derek was thankful for the cowl’s blankness since it was taking a lot of effort to keep his expression neutral as he watched neon green slime ooze off of Stiles into a steadily growing puddle. “Did you think it was metaphorical?” Stiles swiped a hand futilely over his face. “You tend to embellish.” “Embellish your face,” Stiles muttered, stepping onto the ramp. Derek shifted to fully block the entrance and crossed his arms over his chest. “You are not bringing that mess onto my plane.” “Are you kidding me?” Stiles flung his arms out, dislodging several large blobs of slime that fell to the ground with loud splats. “I don’t kid.” “First of all,” goo squelched between Stiles’s knuckles as he held up one finger, “bullshit. Second of all,” he held up another finger, “I’ve met the little gremlins you work with, and there is no way this is worse than the shit they’ve tracked into one of your fancy-ass vehicles.” “And yet,” Derek said flatly, not moving. “Oh, come on!” Stiles threw up his hands in frustration. A chunk of slime arced off of his fingers and splattered wetly against Derek’s face. Luckily, the cowl caught most of it. Unluckily, the rest got him in the jaw, sliding cold and viscous down his neck. “Uh. That was an accident,” Stiles said, wide-eyed. Derek wordlessly stepped backwards and shut the hatch. “Seriously?!” he heard Stiles yelling over the cameras. “Hey! Open up!” Safely out of sight, Derek allowed himself a smile as he sat down and wiped off the slime, adding a little extra time to how long he would wait to open the door when Stiles smacked a hand against the hull, leaving behind a sticky green handprint.

- a totally anonymous person who you will NEVER EVER GUESS (i hope your evening gets better <3)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my favorite new dynamic qirjqkgkw AHHHHH

The best mischief!!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Ari :(( thinking about suguru again I fear,, when am I not,, thats not the point,, but thinking about you getting an injury maybe breaking an arm or something and he’s so worried. Doesn’t want his baby hurt :(( frets and freaks out like not really freaks out cause I think he’d be calm but he cares. Wants to know how it happened and if you’re in pain. If someone else caused it he’s out to kill. You ask him to sign your cast and he almost sobs. Doesn’t let you lift a finger. He never lets you lift a finger but even more so now. Helps you shower or take a bath and is just so careful. Loves to wash your hair for you. Puts in effort too to learn how you do your hair. Helps you get dressed even if you’re like I can do that >:(( cause he doesn’t want you to overwork yourself. Helps you carry things. If you came to him crying when it happened his poor heart would shatter. Getting a cast to match his eyes :((. He wouldn’t like that you’re hurt but I think he’d like taking care of you more. Like he understands you wanting to do things for yourself and thats why he never pushed before but now he has a reason to push. Complaining about how you look with the cast thinking it makes you look ugly or something and he’s instantly like. Take that back. Take it back. Cause you’re cute always don’t you see? He just wants to nurse you back to health. He loves you so much.

:((((((( REMMMMMM R U GENUINELY OUT TO GET ME WTF ……… this made me so sniffly i love him so bad 💔💔 (this got long also oops)…

no bc rem as literally always we’re holding hands and our brains are syncing …. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve daydreamed abt this exact scenario LIKE IT’S SOOOO PERFECT FOR HIM and you literally described it so well i wanna cry …. there’s fluff potential and there’s angst potential but more than anything it’s just a whole bunch of hurt/comfort and you alr know what that trope does to me 😔😔

but gosh….. he would just be. so so worried and doting :(((((( and he would feel so guilty :(((((((( like no matter how you got the injury i feel like he would blame himself for it. for not being there or not watching over you enough. even if you tell him that it wasn’t his fault…… and then he overcompensates by coddling you even more than usual…… T—T ”doesn’t want his baby hurt” hhhhhh sugu viewing his s/o as his baby specifically makes me lose it like he’s sooo serious abt being your caretaker….. it’s his job to protect you and he failed……. :((( poor baby would beat himself up over it so much 💔💔

frets and freaks out like not really freaks out cause I think he’d be calm but he cares. Wants to know how it happened and if you’re in pain. If someone else caused it he’s out to kill. You ask him to sign your cast and he almost sobs. (…) If you came to him crying when it happened his poor heart would shatter.

☹️☹️☹️☹️ OUR BABYYYYY no bc i think he would absolutely panic but he’d do it silently…. you’re so right rem………. you’re sniffling and trying to explain what happened and he’s trying not to push you but he’s just so so worried and he needs to know what’s going on to feel okay again :((( needs to know what happened so he can figure out how to proceed. bc his chest just feels so tight and he knows it’s not going away until you’re smiling again.. sob.

AND OH BOYYYY if someone else caused it……………. yeahhh he’s out for Blood i fear. even if it was an accident i think he would hold everyone except for you accountable. your friend convinced you to pull a risky stunt? he subtly tries to steer you away from their company (if you stay friends he’s civil but prefers not to interact with them at all/only smiles at them coldly if he has to). you fell while rock climbing bc the safety gear wasn’t tight enough? he’s calling everyone involved just to make sure you get compensated. goes full karen mode honestly like he is speaking to the manager today. the ceo. the Man in Charge. and god forbid if someone like.. directly hurt you…… idk if suguru is the type to beat them up for it (he’s 100% tempted though) but at the very least he’s making sure they never get close to you again. files a restraining order and everything. obviously sues them too. i feel like he would work with law in a no curses au so it just makes sense to me yk??

WAIT ALSO asking him to sign your cast :(((( that’s so CUTE and him almost sobbing….. rem……. i love him so much my heart hurts. you ask him to do it all smiley and happy and he gives you a smile in return but it’s just a little wobbly. writes his signature while you’re all :33 but then you look up and his eyes are glassy…. and if you point it out he just sniffles and apologizes…… 🥺🥺🥺 he’s a baby. our baby.

Doesn’t let you lift a finger. He never lets you lift a finger but even more so now. Helps you shower or take a bath and is just so careful. Loves to wash your hair for you. Puts in effort too to learn how you do your hair. Helps you get dressed even if you’re like I can do that >:(( cause he doesn’t want you to overwork yourself.

T—T remmmm….. you’re gonna be the death of me i swear like these hcs are all SO cute. he’s the only Man ever. ohhh he would be so so gentle like it’s actually insane :(((( cradles you in the bath….. smiles when you get all relaxed and sleepy but then he glances down at your arm again and goes all :c bc he just hates this so much. not taking care of you but just. knowing that you’re in pain….. i think he feels very intense physical discomfort so he just tries not to think about it and puts his all into tending to you instead. wraps you up in a fluffy towel and dries your hair and clothes you in his big cozy hoodie.

i think it could get a little frustrating bc he really would straight up baby you. which i would eat up personally but it’d also be a little overwhelming. he doesn’t give you much of a choice though bc he’s so intent on making his baby feel better :((

aaaa now i’m just imagining you getting a little hissy at him…. bc he’s coddling you to the point where maybe you feel a little disrespected? like he just insists on feeding you or whatever and it’s cute at first but then it’s like…. i have hands. but anyway i think it would break his heart if you got mad at him :((( he doesn’t want to make you feel incompetent but if he’s not taking care of you constantly he feels a little like his heart is about to burst….. sigh. i just feel like this would be hurt/comfort from both sides tbh 💔

He wouldn’t like that you’re hurt but I think he’d like taking care of you more. Like he understands you wanting to do things for yourself and thats why he never pushed before but now he has a reason to push.

AAAA AND THIS!!!!!! SOOOO TRUE SO REAL he’d definitely feel guilty and he’d hate seeing you hurt but i agree….. he would absolutely love a chance to pamper you. once he gets over the initial shock and panic and discomfort and you’re feeling better i think he’s almost kinda smug abt it . bc now he has an excuse to carry you around and help you with putting on your shoes and … idk i think he would just feel so useful and needed. he feels guilty abt being pleased bc you’re in pain :(( but like… a part of him is for sure jumping with joy at the chance to spoil you the way he wants to.

Complaining about how you look with the cast thinking it makes you look ugly or something and he’s instantly like. Take that back. Take it back. Cause you’re cute always don’t you see? He just wants to nurse you back to health. He loves you so much.

😥😥😥😥😥😥 i cried real tears. i know i’m just picking out literally every single part of your ask atp but it rlly did make me insane ok ……. ”take that back. take it back.” I SCREAMEDDD YOU GET HIM LIKE NO ONE ELSE DID YOU KNOW THAT…… he’s SO genuinely offended on your behalf he’s like how DARE you say that about my baby >:(( and it’s like. suguru i AM your baby. but he doesn’t care at all he refuses to hear you out. just reassuring all around!!! ”cause you’re cute always don’t you see?” T—T he loves you so fervently… you’re the cutest person in the world to him….. he’s so Good. sigh.

so anyways this did something to me tysm for the food rem my dearest <333 gonna daydream abt this forever and ever you’re so sweet for sharing this with me it’s like we’re having a sugu meal together :33 i love hurt/comfort w him more than anything else on the planet hhhhh….

[typicalopposite]

I really thought I was done for tonight buuuuut

I’m in an angsty mood sooo let’s take our clipboard proposal to the next step and get into wedding planning shall we

Except…

Except Buck is stuck in a funk. He did a good job of not making the Madney Wedding Disaster about him. Even when he felt like it was entirely his fault. If he just hadn’t been so preoccupied with the party maybe he would have noticed something. If he just hadn’t gotten drunk maybe he would have noticed something… if he just hadn’t made it about him… maybe he would have noticed something…

And he had kept all those thoughts at bay for the entirety of the search for Chimney. He kept them at bay the entirety of the hospital wedding. He even kept them at bay when they began getting louder because he had really gone and walked in covered in soot and outed himself during the hospital reception.

But eventually time passed and they got quieter and quieter and he didn’t have to push them away anymore… they just stayed in there place, always there but not actively making their presence known…

… until now.

Now he’s engaged. Now he’s planning a wedding. Now he’s getting his happily ever after… And he should be happy. Hell he should be ecstatic! He is marrying the most amazing person in the whole entire world… his other half… his best friend (ok one of his best friends 😅🙄) and yet all he can think about is how he doesn’t deserve this.

It’s not that he thinks he doesn’t deserve to get married… between therapy and the constant persistence of his loved ones he has finally accepted he does deserves happiness… he does deserves to be loved.

What he doesn’t deserve, however… is the wedding of his dreams… not when he is part of the reason Maddie didn’t get hers.

********

This got long… I swear it is supposed to get happier! I think I’ll make a second part like in the morning or something

Link to the OG clipboard proposal post

Link to the fic that post inspired

Link to Tommy’s pov of the OG post

[casxsunshine]

They're lying in bed; it's half-dark in the bedroom. Dean thinks he could spend eternity like this: with Castiel's chest pressed against his back (yes, Dean's a little spoon, and he's not ashamed), with Cas' arms wrapped around him, like he's the most precious thing in the whole universe.

In the warmth. Safe.

Dean lounges in Castiel's arms for a bit longer, feeling the angel's breath on his neck. Then he turns to face Cas.

“Why do you love me?” Dean asks. He can't help but asks, because he's Dean Winchester, the I-can't-believe-that-you-love-me guy. He needs to know. He closes his eyes and runs his nose lightly over Cas'. This tenderness is small and intimate at the same time. “There are millions of people in the world and you chose me anyway.”

“Dean,” Castiel mutters, and Dean can feel the angel's warm breath settling on his lips.

“Tell me,” he asks without opening his eyes. “I want to know. Please.”

Castiel is silent for a while, making small circles on Dean's back.

“I remember saving your soul from Hell.” He says eventually. “There, in the darkness and terror of the underworld, I held your soul in my hands like a little kitten. You were covered in blood, and there was little humanity left in your eyes. But you know, your soul was still shining like a little sun, despite the nightmare around you. And you thought you deserved to be there. That selling your soul for your brother was the only right thing to do. You fought back in the beginning when I carried you up to the light. You growled and cussed and scratched, but then you... You went quiet, as if you realized something, and you... You cried. You cried and you curled up in my arms, so small and so... Brave. And I guess I somehow already knew then that we are bonded.”

Dean listens, holding his breath. He still hasn't opened his eyes.

“And when I reassembled you, when I placed each of your freckles in its place, I... I didn't understand feelings yet, didn't know anything about it, but I realize now that even then I hoped deep down inside that I would be able to touch your body again someday.”

Castiel puts his palm on Dean's chest, right where Dean's heart is beating loudly, and kisses his chin softly.

“I love everything about you, Dean. People sometimes say that to love is to ignore the worst aspects of a person and exalt their best. But I... I love you for everything. For all the light in you and all the dark in you - though there's much, much more light in you, even if you try so hard to deny it. You care about your family, you care about the world. You have so much love in you, my little human, and you spend it so generously on everyone but yourself that I can't help but love you for it.”

[delicateartisantrash]

[leopardmask-ao3]

Day 13 - Cub

Drabble for @hermitadaymay.

Scar crested the ledge between his bed and where Cub now knelt, motionless. Cub’s legs and hands had vanished into a thick mat of sculk that moved as Scar watched, crawling and expanding ever outward. Under where Cub’s hands would be, sculk writhed as it consumed what had minutes ago been a human body.

Finally, Cub stood, pulling his arms free with an unsettling sound. “Thank you, Scar,” he said, in that breathy, not-quite-himself voice. “The sculk appreciates your sacrifice.”

“You know me.” Scar hovered nervously just past the sculk’s seeking tendrils. “I'm always here to... help out a friend.”

[mushroompollution]

The letter had called Gerald to the garden behind the girls' dormitory, a wide patch of neat lawn between the building and a grove of tall trees. Marcel waits near those trees, pocketing the phone he'd been looking at as the larger student approaches him.

"You--" Gerald growls as he marches forward. "Who do you think you are? Do you have idea who I am? Who my family is?"

Though he's shaking, Marcel does his best to steel his gaze and stare down his bully. "Why are you ss-so sure I'm the one harrassing you, Gerald?" he asks, as firmly as he can, doing his best to draw inspiration from the man he idolized.

"You know why!!" Gerald snaps.

"No. I don't. I know the letter you threw at Leo was signed with an M.... But why, um. Why would I have beef with you--"

"Oh shut up, you lying little freak!" Gerald pulls back his arm, his eyes flashing with malice. He throws the punch at those big brown eyes, and Marcel does his best not to flinch.

Gerald isn't a slight man, but he lacks any training or grace. The time it takes him to wind up his attack gives Elliot Nightray more than enough time to step out from behind the thick tree, catching his fist and using the bully's size and momentum to twist his arm in one skillful move. Marcel lets out an audible sigh of relief.

"Nobody hits my boyfriend," Elliot grows, and gives the other man's arm a little tug, making him yelp. "Or my valet."

"now come on, Gerald," Leo hums as he approaches from the shadow of the dormitory building. "why don't you tell us why you're so sure Marcel has it out for you in the first place?"

Gerald doesn't answer, gritting his teeth and glaring at the two smaller students confronting him now.

"maybe you thought he was getting revenge for all those times you paid others to attack him last year? is that it?" Leo raises a hand to his chin, as if pondering something.

Gerald gives a short, forced laugh. "Why the hell would I do that?" he snarls.

"So you could swoop in and save the day," Marcel stares up at his restrained bully. "And look like a hero in front of all the girls."

"Bullies like you make me sick," Elliot growls and gives his arm another tug. "Picking on somebody weaker than you for the sake of your own pride and lust?! You're no hero, you're a spineless, sniveling coward!! Cockroaches would look down on you!"

"really, if Marcel did have it out for you, it wouldn't be unwarranted. trying to poison you was a little far, though," Leo shakes his head in disapproval.

"If he didn't do it, then how do you know about that?!"

"the letter you threw at me smelled a lot like peanut oil. well, now it mostly smells like swamp."

"It wasn't me, though," Marcel insists. "I, um. I had an idea. That you were behind those incidents, with the other bullies. But I thought it was crazy, until um. Leo agreed with me..."

Gerald's anger seems to slowly begin to quell as he takes all this in. Elliot eases his grip on the man's arm in response, though he doesn't quite let go yet.

"Okay, fine. Then who, pray tell, is fucking with me then? No one else knows about that!!"

"That's not true. Last year, I told someone else I thought you were behind those attacks..." Marcel turns his attention from Gerald toward the dormitory, up to a second floor terrace where a group of girls all pressed against the balcony, watching the scene below. One of those girls seems to jump as her gaze meets the man's big brown eyes.

"hi Josephine!" Leo calls with a little wave.

The girl who had seemed startled, Josephine Hanover, goes red. The other girls all seem shocked as they turn to the leader of their little club.

"Say it's not so!" "Why, Josephine?" "Is it true?" they chatter.

"You're lying!!" Josephine yells, leaning over the balcony as she points an accusatory finger at Leo. "Why would I harrass that guy?!"

"because Marcel got too close to your precious Blue Rose, right?" Leo asks. Elliot gags at that name. Josephine's pointing arm goes limp. "first, you were just worried he'd tell about you girls. but then he became a real threat when they went out."

"You-- You--" Josephine stutters. "You don't have any proof!!"

"Huh, funny. That isn't usually what innocent people say," Elliot calls up to the girls on the terrace. "Is it, Vessalius?"

"Is all of that true, Miss Josephine...?" comes the timid voice of another girl from behind the group huddled at the balcony. The Blue Rose club all turn around to face a concerned Ada Vessalius.

"N-no," Josephine gasps. "They're lying!"

"Elliot never lies," Marcel insists.

Ada shakes her head. "As a member of the disciplinary committee, I really can't ignore any of this," she says sadly. "I'm going to have to tell the administrators about this. Gerald, you too... That isn't acceptable behavor for an RA...."

"M-miss Vessalius, wait--" Gerald starts to argue, but he's cut off as Elliot lets go of his arm and gives him enough of a shove to make him turn around. He grabs the taller man by the collar, pulling him down to eye-level.

"Gerald," Elliot says sternly. "I'm not going to hit you." The prefect sighs in relief, but Elliot clarifies, "NOT because I don't want to. Believe me, I really fucking want to. But because I know you're a whiny little snitch, and I've got a family name to uphold. Frankly, you're just not worth hitting."

Gerald winces. Those words hurt just as bad as any punch.

"So I'm gonna leave you to the proper authorities. This time. But if you ever, ever pick on somebody smaller than you again, you're not gonna get off so lucky." With that, he lets go of Gerald, giving him a little shove like he's something repulsive. Instead, Elliot turns and marches closer to the building to point a finger at the girls gathered on the terrace above.

"And as for YOU--!! Your whatever-it-is club! As of today, consider yourself disbanded!!"

At that proclamation, several of the girls gasp.

"W-wait," Josephine starts. "The other girls had nothing to do with my Project M. So they shouldn't be--"

“Dis. Band," Elliot cuts her off. "I'm the one you're fawning and fantasizing over, and I say it's creepy!!"

Serveral of the girls turn to each other for comfort, several others apologize loudly, over and over.

Beside his master, Leo nods. "Elliot is right. ladies, i have a final message from The Gardener for you all.

Several of the girls, including Josephine, gasp. Marcel turns his head quickly, giving Leo a wide-eyed look. "Wait. That was... You?"

Leo nods and clears his throat. "can i continue? thanks. even if this happened because one member got out of control, the existence of the Blue Rose Club caused it by inviting excessive fanaticism in the first place. for that reason, i really can’t allow the club to remain, either.”

No one could argue. Everyone looked down, hanging their heads.

“however, each of you is free to consider Elliot something special, to think of him and about him. even Elliot can’t intrude on your individual hearts and force you to change your thoughts."

"Well, I, uh..." Elliot starts to object, but Leo does have a point. In the end, he cuts himself off with a loud sigh. "Fine."

"so that's it, unless miss Ada needs anything from you, i think everyone is dismissed. oh. everyone but Josephine and Gerald, i assume."

Ada nods. "If none of you knew anything about this, then you're free to go... Elliot, Leo, Marcel, do you mind coming to give your own statements about the situation?" she asks.

Elliot groans loudly. "Fine. This is a pain in the ass, you know!" he proclaims to no one in particular.

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Later that evening, the trio walk out of the administrative office together, leaving Josephine and Gerald to face their punishment from the school officials. "What a waste of an evening, but at least that's all over now," Elliot complains as he stretches his arms, one landing around Marcel's shoulders. "Should we order some pizza to celebrate?"

"pizza party!" Leo chirps, but Marcel seems to flinch. Elliot blinks, giving his boyfriend a confused look.

"It doesn't have to be pizza...."

"That um. That's not it," Marcel says, voice quiet. His face goes bright red as he looks away.

"Marcy...?"

"Um. Elliot, can I actually... Talk to you? Alone...?" Marcel glances over at Leo.

All is quiet for a moment, before the valet nods. "i have a book to get back to, anyway. i'll go order that pizza," he says as he walks off in the direction of their dormitory.

Marcel slips out of Elliot's half-embrace and sucks in a deep breath as he forces himself to look at the other man. "I um. I want to say that I really... really appreciate you helping me settle this. You inspire me to be stronger, to face my fears and my problems, and to do so with honor."

"Yeah, you're welcome--" Elliot starts, but Marcel shakes his head.

"Thank you... But.... I um. I've been thinking. About the conversation we had at the park...."

The confusion on Elliot's face quickly turns to a frown. His stomach sinks.

Oh no.

"I want to be an honest person, too. Like you."

No no no no no.

"I've really appreciated getting the opportunity to know you better, Elliot Nightray. But I didn't really enjoy the places we went on our dates. And I know you did. And you should be with someone you can enjoy them with--"

"Marcel, wait. Wait, it's not that deep. We haven't even tried doing what you want for--"

"I know. But I've also come to realize that... Some of the things I thought were charming from afar, ended up being kind of... Too much, up close."

"Excuse me--?!" Elliot squeaks, one eye twitching in anger. "Too much?!"

"Yeah, kind of um. Kind of like that. So... It would be nice if we could stay friends, but I think, romantically, um." Marcel looks down at his hands, fidgeting. "We should probably see other people."

Elliot's jaw drops open slightly, his face somewhere between bewilderment and rage. He stutters and stammers, trying to find the right words in his dumbstruck state.

Marcel sighs. "I'm sorry. I'm thankful for the time we spent together though, so... I'll see you around, Elliot."

[drabblingman]

"One True Love"

Solomon hated those three words.

To most people, they were considered the epitome of many a romantic plot; the neat and tidy way to wrap up a story and let the viewer know that the couple indeed loved each other very much, oftentimes ending with a "happily ever after".

To others, it was a goal. Something and someone to strive for. Your "One True Love". The only person in the world that was meant for you.

It made him sick.

What kind of goal was that? Why would anyone resign themselves to such a fate? Glorify it? Place it on the highest pedestal as the ultimate relationship to ever exist?

What kind of cruel joke would that be for an immortal?

He couldn't imagine it. Couldn't imagine never meeting and falling in love with his lovers past. He loved them, truly loved them, with all of his heart. Each and every one of them.

He could picture their faces. He could hear their voice. When he was alone in bed, and the darkness obscured his covers, he could imagine each and every one of them laying beside him.

He could feel the pain of losing them. Each new way his heart had shattered. An agony that he would forget each time his heart mended, a new loss now fresh and new and biting. Until it faded again. Until he began feeling normal again.

And then he met someone new.

And the exhilaration. The flirting and teasing and banter that made his heart race and face flush in spite of the aloof front he tried to put up, every single time.

The thrill of returned feelings, of first dates and subtle touches, of early stages that went by entirely too quickly, but always settled in to something much greater.

The comfort, the absolute comfort of someone who knew you. By far, his favorite part was the settling in to each other, no more firsts or surprises to be had, just a home to return to. A safe space, in the shape of a person who looked to him for the exact same things.

And then it would be over, and the cycle would repeat. Endlessly.

And while in many ways he hated it, hated the curse of immortality and the grief of losing every person he ever loved, who would he be if he hadn't loved them? Who would he be if his story had been one of "One True Love", destined to end when he himself could not?

He couldn't fathom it.

How twisted by grief would he have become? How bitter would he have been for millennia, witnessing generation after generation fall in love and die in turn? What kind of man would he have become?

He never thought himself much a romantic, but maybe he would have to reconsider that.

Because he couldn't live without love. He couldn't live without the feelings of accepting and being accepted by someone in the most simple yet intimate of ways. He couldn't live without the inside jokes whispered in crowded spaces with hands intertwined, or the evenings spent apart yet together in the same room, the mere presence of each other being enough.

And as he bore witness to new feelings blossoming, as he nurtured the familiar feeling in his chest, beating together with his heart, he realized...

...He couldn't live with "One True Love".

[dirtyoldmanhole]

oh wow yrmr's smut scenes really do hold up

[crystalrabbit246912]

Random TWST Drabbles

I wanted to get a good writing flow, so I took a random word generator and did this.

detail~

Jamil always took care of all the details, down to smallest possible dangers. He always arranged rides ahead of time, prepared for the slightest possibility of harm coming to Kalim, and brought along precautions for everything. He made sure to keep an eye on everyone around them, looking out for threats and making sure that Kalim didn't run off.

Despite his hatred for the Asim heir for the chains he had been shackled to all his life, his shoulders still tensed and he got an uncomfortable feeling in his gut when he couldn't spot his carefree and oblivious charge.

He blamed it on the fact that he would get into trouble if he lost one of the most important people in his life, even though he knew that it was worry for his pseudo-brother that made him scan the area around him with worried eyes.

What else would it possibly be?

Jamil was a very detail oriented person, but he locked away that detail of himself much like he did his hatred and resentment for the chains that bound him for all his life.

wrong~

Riddle didn't like to think back on the time before his Overblot. His memories of the days leading up to it were somehow both clouded in murky black, like the blot that had tainted his magestone, and clear as day.

He didn't like to think about that fact that he had been wrong, that everything that had been ingrained into him from a young age was wrong. He didn't like to think about the fact that Mother was wrong and maybe both of them had always been wrong.

He didn't like to remember that the life he had lived before everything began to spiral and crash was wrong.

Where had he begun to go wrong?

When had Mother begun to go wrong?

If they had both been wrong the entire time, what was all of it for?

preference~

Cater didn't have a preference for who he loved liked. He knew that most people swung one way or another, but he didn't really care. If he thought that someone was cute, if he wanted to let his walls down around someone only to have his heart shattered again, that was up to him.

Other peoples' opinions didn't really matter here, like they did in every other part of his life.

He was good at seeing other people's preferences as well. He knew that Ace and Deuce both liked the same gender as themselves, he knew that the Prefect didn't care for romance (if only he could be that lucky), and he knew that Riddle didn't know his preference yet.

Trey was still a mystery to him, though.

appearance~

Azul cared a lot about his appearance.

While it may not appear that way to an outside observer, he knew that the Twins knew as well as he did that his appearance was one of the most important parts to his attitude.

And his attitude was what kept him from becoming the weak little octo-punk at the back of the class again, so he had to maintain it and keep it perfect so that he didn't become weak again, didn't get called names and beat up every day lost his reputation.

Having frazzled hair and wrinkled clothes was a far cry from the suave, confident Azul Ashengrotto the school knew, which was why he had to keep his appearance and reputation as perfect as possible.

(He ignored the fact that a lot of his reputation was from people speaking badly of him after they failed to meet the conditions of their deals.)

[dibbs-n-scribbs]

What's your all-time favorite Bob's Burgers episode? Like this is YOUR episode? (You can list multiple if you want!)

Babs you don't know how loaded that question is, I genuinely cant choose just one. I really have to rewatch past episodes as well as catch up on the newer seasons that I've missed cause its definitely been a hot minute since i watched an episode.

Some of my favorites have to be (in no particular order):

Glued, Where's My Bob? - I mean HELLO??? Definitely one of the most memorable eps. The music i think is what gets me, Bad Things Happen in the Bathroom will always be a banger

The Quirkducers - Any Thanksgiving ep is a good ep, but when I think back to this one, its definitely means a lot to me emotionally. Seeing a girl feel like she doesn't fit in & long to be like all the other 'turkeys', facing self image issues in many diff ways really got to me, cause I saw myself in her in those moments especially. For her to then sing about gaining confidence and having 'the guts' to be herself made me shed so many tears. not to mention that song being top 5 best Bobs Burgers songs, its so good.

Tina-rannosauras Wrecks - The car scene is one of my favorite bits they've done, period. It made my dad crack up (which is extremely hard to do), and I love the "show me your everything is ok face" scene. My family always says that I'm Tina, and eps like this are always used as an example lol. Perfection.

Gayle Makin' Bob Sled - Don't remember this one that much but its one we used to play repeatedly on Thanksgiving, so it means a lot nostalgia-wise.

Easy Com-mercial, Easy Go-mercial - This ep will always hold a special place in my heart cause it was the very first full episode my family & I ever watched of Bob's Burgers on tv (our 1st ever experience with the show being the last 2 minutes of the "Speakeasy Rider" ep on tv). It was so funny and quotable with the "Come meet our family, and let us 'meat' you" & "Super-bowel" bits. It was our first true exposure to the show, and ever since then we've been hooked and stream it every now and then. Definitely one of my top 10 if I ever make a true ranking one day.

Wharf Horse pt 1 &/or 2 - decided to add this one cause I honestly love any ep with Calvin in it, but i also found Felix in this super funny as well. My fave bits probably have to be when Felix is trying to create a distraction with his robot-leg-thing bit and when he screams "WHAT" when Calvin says he's never selling the Wharf (the rage is so visceral and comedic its insane, I think about that bit way too often). AND THE END CREDITS SCENE AND MUSIC IS SO BADASS LIKE IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE IM ASCENDING EVERY TIME I THINK ABOUT IT

and like so many others I can't even think of rn

Hope this suffices! Thanks a bunch Babs!