#*goes back to how he used to dress/doesn't hide himself anymore

[gembreaker]

can't wait to get back in the mood to start playing again so that i can hopefully get to shb sooner rather than later and start making frankenstein parallels with kihceh & the exarch

[nightingale-prompts]

Nightwing gets a sidekick introducing: "Batboy"

Continuation of this post: "Danny has Bat wings"

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Dick tries to tell himself that he's better then Bruce. He's not going around taking young orphaned boys with unique abilities willy-nilly. No, he very careful. Besides this is first- well second sidekick.

He's doing a public service anyways. You can't have a kid with giant bat wings just falling from buildings. If Nightwing hadn't stepped in to stop those goons trying to catch the kid and sell him then who knows what would have happened. What if they tried to cut off his wings and turn the boy into a bloody trophy for the Bats?

There are many villains in Bludhaven who'd take the boy out or take him in. Dick already had a sinking feeling that Heartless would try his hand at killing the kid after all he targets the weak and helpless like a coward.

It was easy enough to convince the boy to be his friend. Dick did have natural charm and charisma after all. All it took was a meal from batburger and a fruit cup to get the kid to open up.

Danny (apparently his family gave him a normal name) didn't live with his family anymore due to ideological differences. That difference was that they thought he shouldn't exist anymore and wanted to turn him into an experiment. Poor kid didn't even get to finish his freshman year of school before he had to leave. He was a small town vigilante for a few months before the incident.

Dick saw an opportunity but was subtle about it. He invited the kid to live with him until he got his education. Its also totally ethical because the kid was a vigilante already.

Everything kind of went by quickly. Dick had done everything possible to hide Danny until he could come up with a plan of how to tell everyone.

True Dick didn't "need" a sidekick but come on, look at him! He's a boy with bat wings! Dick could put a little cowl on him and dress him up like Batman. I mean he's not a dog but it would be funny. The irony there, the bird-themed hero now had a bat-themed sidekick. That is the universe's way of sending a message.

After training Danny Dick learned that the kid had an endless supply of energy and ADHD that rivaled his own at that age. The kid also couldn't fly, it was actually closer to gliding which was still useful but he kind of looked like a flying squirrel when he jumped off ledges.

The term issue with taking Danny in was that Dick was still a Wayne and while he could hide the kid while he was swinging through Bludhaven, Dick Grayson could not.

Danny could hide his wings like they weren't even there whenever he wanted to look human. Which was a start, next he needed a new identity. One that wouldn't tip anyone off.

Dick needed to pull some strings without alerting Barbara or Tim. A new name was forged: "Daniel Nightingale" (Dick patted himself on the back for that one).

With that Dick was ready to let Danny out in the field. For the most part, Danny was as reliable as any Robin if not a bit crazy. Danny was way too charming for his own good but also completely feral. The public adored the domino-masked kid in his green and black costume. Danny didn't wear a cape because of his wings so he used them as a cloak.

When citizens saw them in public they'd offer the kid fruit cups and candies just to get close enough to see his wings. The people of Bludhaven were also excited to have their own version of Robin since Gotham had so many. Also, the kid was so marketable. Look at the way his wings flapped when he was excited.

Danny's or more specifically "Batboy's" presence would not go unnoticed.

Well, this can't end well.

Welp. Dick should have expected this. He couldn't even be upset. He doesn't regret anything that he's done.

Danny was still in bed, actually it was a hammock which was more comfortable for a bat. Dick wondered if he could sleep upside down. The kid was comfortable here and probably better off here than in Gotham. Once the adoption goes public however things will get complicated. Danny may end up Bludhaven's sweetheart or outcast. He'll probably end up fine...probably.

[jhoneybees]

Little Precious.

Hey lovelies!!! Here's a cute little fic, just getting back into the groove now so for the ones waiting on requests, thank you so so much for waiting, I will get to them very soon😭🫂

The song in the fic:

Characters: Early!70s X innocent!reader

Warnings/triggers: scolding, crying, slight name calling, mostly fluff though :)

Tags: @atleastpleasetelephone @theelvisprincess @i-r-i-n-a-a @thelonelyheart @polksaladava @hooked-on-elvis

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Sniffling quietly, a trembling hand wiping under your nose and gripping at the fabric of your dress. You hiccup out a little sob.

You've upset Elvis, the man you love, the man who cares for you, the man who said to not go out of Graceland’s grounds without him and the man who scolded you for doing just that.

You just wanted to buy him a gift, a pretty ring that was displayed in a shop's window. Just wanted to bring a smile to his face but you being mobbed by fans only brought a furious frown.

Jerry was there, you weren't alone. You thought that would be enough protection but clearly you thought wrong and Elvis had to make sure that sunk into your skull.

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“How many times have I told ya?” He growled.

“Didn't wanna listen to me, huh?”

“Don't need me ta keep you safe anymore. Go out there and be taken away by god knows who.” His anger filled eyes piercing through your poor little heart making it tremble.

“Silly damn girl.”

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You know he was trying to make you realise that he's right, he's always right, you were scared when those fans swarmed you.

You didn't know any better.

And now, you're crying, alone in his bedroom.

Pitifully crying on the edge of the huge bed. Hitching and hiccuping hurting your sore throat, your wilting heart pitter patters in your chest. You try your best to wipe away the tears blurring your vision but it's no use, your terrifying thoughts have taken over your brain.

“Baby…”

What if he's leaving you?

“Darlin'.”

What if he doesn't love you anymore? What if he's kicking you out?

“Honey.”

What if he-

“Sweetheart.” Your gaze rushes up to the sound, kneeling in front of you on the floor. Blue eyes that were once filled with daggers now watch you with softness as little whimpers and cries leave your parted lips, the sight of his small smile growing on his face makes you suddenly burst into a waterfall of tears.

Your heart just can't take all of this all at once.

“Oh honey…” His large hands gently reach up to touch your face, prying your hands away to hold them when you try to hide and his thumbs stroke your knuckles, in a gentle, loving way. A way that he knows you love.

“I-I-I’m so s-sorry, E-Elvis. I-I didnt mean- I-” Your words come out muddled, your cracking little voice, not knowing what to do with itself. You’re overwhelmed.

He scolded you but…

“Aw my little angel…” He coos, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as your body jolts with hiccups and sniffles.

…now comforting you.

“C’mere.” Pulling your frame into his strong embrace, Elvis sits himself up on the bed with you, rubbing his hand on the side of your waist and pushing your legs in to wrap around and be pressed against his body as much as possible as you sit in his lap, his other hand goes to hold your head, guiding it to rest on his shoulder.

You grip onto his shirt, hiding the rest of your head with a raised shoulder wanting to be protected from all the bad things of this world, your poor racing heart hammering in your chest as your eyes close, feeling his warmth surround you.

“I should be the one apologising… That wasn’t right fer me to yell at ya, aye?” He says in a low rumble. Pressing his lips to the top of your head as another small hiccup emits. “Ah jus’ got worried. Didn’t want ta see my baby get hurt. I’m sorry.”

“M-Mhm…” You respond quietly, playing with the collar of his low cut shirt you can feel your cheeks warm from him moving a little to get a better look at you. Delicately holding your chin up with his thumb and fingers.

“You’re still my good little girl?” He smiles hopefully, eyes admiring yours lovingly as his other arm tightens around your figure. Wiping the last of your tears with his thumb whilst you nod and take a deep breath.

Giving you a kiss on the forehead followed with a hum and tiny squeeze, he murmurs into your ear, his deep honey voice sending you up into the clouds. “That’s good.”

“Wouldn't know what to do if I didn't have my little princess…She fills my life with love and so much happiness…” He hums.

“She turned my life into pink.” Making you giggle knowing your favourite colour is pink. “There's my baby.”

~

When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

And when you speak angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

"La vie en rose"

~

"Little Precious..."

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Storm

What is this?! Two drabbles a day?! (it is more likely then you think @spotaus)

Just this once. mostly because the other one give me ideas for this one! :D It was just meant to be a tiny bit of an intermission or a quick overview to show a bit of where we left off... I got no chill as always.

Ironically this is happening a week after Godly Lessons. Timeline is: Nightmare got deaged 6 months ago. The guys have been in Farmtale for 3 months.

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Also ssshhhh don't worry about the few implications in here. Maybe I am just being silly. Maybe stuff will be expanded on. :3

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Dust feels the static in his being. His magic is charged and he needs to move. It has been building a while now and it needs to be released.

He regretfully lets go of Nightmare and manages to maneuver his way out of their nest. He stands by the side for a moment to make sure all four are still asleep.

They sleep on and Dust quickly leaves towards the exit and their small porch.

Dust holds the railing tightly as he breaths out. He glances up and sees the clouds start to circle and swirl. That is probably not good.

Yeah he can feel his magic building. He needs to go release some and-

"Dusty?"

Dust stops and turns around "Nightmare. You should still be in bed."

Papyrus snarls in his ear, soft with Nightamre this close but almost like static Great job! you woke the baby! Once to be expected! Just wait until he goes near and you hurt him-

Nightmare is suddenly by him and hugs him. THen he looks up sleepily at him. He rubs his socket and yawns "Storm?"

There was never another option. Dust leans down adn picks him up before giving him a tight hug, careful to make sure Nightmare doesn't lose his small octopus doll, "Yeah. I think I am making it worse." Nightmare is wearing Cross's shirt this time. It looks way too big and more like a sleeping dress than anything. It is cute.

Ngihtmare frowns but seems to get it "Overcharged?" he pushes closer against Dust.

Dust looks to the side but nods "Yeah. Need to release some steam." he puts Nightmare down again.

Nightmare frowns "Can't i come wiht?" he reaches for him again. Dust wants to pick him back up so badly.

Dust laughs and shakes his skull "probably better if you don't."

Nightmare frowns as he rubs his side "I can't help?"

Dust nudges him back to the door "It is okay. Easy fix for me. I will be back real soon."

NIghtmare frowns at him "promise?" a pinkie held up with a stubborn look on the tiny face.

Dust nods as he finishes the pinkie promise "promise."

That puts Nightmare at ease a bit and Dust walks off the porch and by the side of the house. He follows the path deeper into the field nearby.

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Dream hugs himself in his sleep. A storm going over Omegaverse and he hates the sound.

He always hated storms and lightning and thunder. He hated it even more now that he doesn't have Nightmare with him anymore.

Nightmare used to hold him through ever storm. To reassure him it was fine and that mother would keep them both safe.

He is gone now.

Dream shakes his skull as he holds the sides "he isn't gone. he isn't gone. he isn't gone." he can't be gone. he can't be!

there is no way right?

Dream rolls unto his back and stares at the ceiling. tears still leaving his sockets as he hears another crash from thunder.

He messed up but he can't even apologise. everything is falling apart around him nad he doesn't know how to pick up the pieces or even start fixing the things that are broken.

He had searched the last few days for any sign of Nightmare. Or any of the gang. but no one.

Blue had offered that if Nightmare was wounded or sick that it would make sense for them to stay put. For them to remain in their base or hideout or anything. If only he knew where-

He sits upright. Wait. If the magic of the apples is disappearing... and if it is gone for as long as they don't pick a new domain... Does that mean that whatever hid his universe shoudnt hide it anymore?!

Dream focusses for a moment and feels the magic of the multiverse. he thinks of his brother. the one that had kept the balance and guarded the negativity. the one who took others in and made a team-

It connects. He feels a path along the multiverse.

Dream feels his hope return as he rushes around his small house to get ready. he grabs his things and his staff, mostly to help him focus his magic, and grabs his phone. he calls Blue as he gets dressed.

One short conversation later and Blue is next to him, just barely dressed and looking a bit dishuffled as he yawns but there!

Dream lets the portal connect as he rubs down his clothes nervously. He packed food and medicine and extra clothes and he isn't sure what his brother will need but he is going to sit by him. apologise. listen to nightmare yell and scream at him for being a blind idiot. apologise again and hopefully they can talk.

Blue rubs his shoulder as the portal opens up.

They step through it together and enter a dark forest. it looks old and a glance upwards shows it is dark but still stormy.

Dream feels shaky as he hugs himself "makes sense! Night loved the rain and storms!" he rubs his arms. deep breaths. deep breaths.

Blue takes his hand "You sure this is a good idea?" he looks worried "If he really is hurt as you think he is the others may not take kindly to you barging in and.. .well... you are weaker... don't you want to clal Ink as extra backup?"

Dream shakes his skull "ink can be... insensitive... if Ngihtmare is hurt he won't like to be seen like that by others..." probably. Dream doesn't get why he thinks he still feels like he knows his twin.

Blue frowns but accepts it "Just as long as you are ready to leave. if things go wrong..."

They follow the path and it leads to a beautiful old castle. but it looks really old and poorly maintained and... and... abandoned..

Dream walks closer quickly and opens the unlocked door. A glance around confirms what he had thought. It was the right place, or it had been as it was now empty.

The storm outside just grows louder.

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It didn't make sense.

Reaper goes to the next universe as he does his job to reap the souls. weird another storm in this one.

Reaper shakes his skull nad concentrates on the actual issue for now. He had been thinking about what Dream had said. about what he had feared.

He even checked with his brother.

Nightmare isn't dead. That much he is sure.

Nightmare is a god, if he had been dying it would have been his job to reap him. As any god dying is a big deal. Especially if they are talking about permanently dying and not just reviving again which a lot of gods do.

Meaning he isn't dead. And Asgore already said that Dream isn't a god of balance anymore. Meaning that most likely neither is Nightmare.

But where is he?

That part doesn't make sense.

From the view interactions Reaper and Ngihtmare had had Reaper had always thought that Nightmare was rather on top of knowing his duties as god and what he was suposed to do.

Reaper would assume that would mean that Nightmare would know that he would have to decide on a new domain.

Then again, Dream hadn't known so maybe Nightmare doesn't know this part of god knowledge either. Hell Reaper didn't even know this was possible.

If that is the case and Nightmare just thinks he finished what he needed to do he is most liekly hiding somewhere. Either alone or with his gang.

Reaper does regret not trying to figure out how close the gang is now. It is possible that they are very close and are still all together moving as an unit. The other option is that Nightmare noticed what was happening and decided to leave on his own after disbanding the gang.

But then why wouldn't that already be old news at this point? Gang members have been seen around the multiverse, at least a few months ago still. But no one ever said a word about nightmare and people just assumed they had been doing missions for him.

Reaper flies over the runaway soul and reaps it before it can try to escape again. job done.

He sighs as he portals away again. leaving the sound of thunder behind to search for the next universe he needed to do stuff in.

It is a matter of time before the multiverse realised what happened. and reaper is not looking forwards to that mess.

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[alwayslostinfiction]

I've been thinking about what I like about maxton hall or rather Ruby's & James relationship so much. And I think I've kind of got it?

They communicate. They are willing to be proven wrong and change their minds.

Like, Ruby realises immediately when she's overstepped in the Oxford preparation class, after James storms out. She feels bad for it, she doesn't think he deserved it just because of her preconceived notions about him.

But especially: she apologizes. She actually thinks about it, asks her father for advice and apologizes.

She doesn't just act like "oh well, wasn't the best thing but whatever". She takes the time to see things from his pov (And at that point she technically still can't stand him).

And she's willing to change her mind about him. She isn't stuck for eternity in the "he's an idiot" mindset. When he shows her he has another side to him, she's open to it. Let's him change her mind.

Same goes for James.

When he doesn't defend her from his father in the gallery, he tries to make up for it, by printing the posters. By showing that he's not ashamed to be seen with her.

Obviously it didn't convey the message he thought it would, cause ruby wasn't exactly thrilled about it (which she actually communicated right away, even if maybe not in the best manner) but it was the best way he knew in his mind.

And he explained it to Ruby, the moment she came to him. He didn't just keep his head down & took her accusations. He explained himself.

For both his behaviour with his father & the posters. He acknowledged he should've acted differently, he explained why he acted that way, made sure ruby knew that it had nothing to do with her.

And pretty much in any situation, theres some type of resolve like this. They aren't stuck in their ways. They fuck up sure, but they are willing to own up to it and change.

Not perfectly obviously. But that makes sense, their still teenagers after all. Most adults don't even manage to do that right all the time, let alone the times ruby & james manage to do it in the show.

And they do things for eachother. Without being asked for it. They support each others dreams and goals. Actually, they just support each other period.

Ruby tries to get him back on the lacrosse team, when she realises how much it means to him and is willing to take the chance of her sounding stupid considering she was so against him in the beginning.

James is willing to help her out with anything she needs also at the risk of looking stupid.

Also: both of them except that they like the other as it's happening. They aren't trying to hide it. Neither from themselves, each other, nor from others.

Literally. From the very first moment on, through the whole show.

They like each other. And they are okay with that.

The moment ruby apologises they both feel the shift.

When James texts her afterwards about the dress photos, ruby doesn't get snarky, isn't mean to him just because he'd been petty before and didn't help them get the photos. She appreciates his efforts. She's kind, she's mocking him in a friendly (flirty) manner & he's giving it right back.

He doesn't mock her for being nice to him, for showing affection for him, doesn't try to use that against her (which happens far too often in enemy's to lovers type romances in my opinion), he shows the exact same affection back.

Honestly the whole car ride is a testament to that.

They talk. Are open to each other. Ruby doesn't feel ashamed or afraid when she catches herself rambling on about Oxford, she's clearly happy and at ease.

And that's partly because you can see in james face how happy it makes him to listen to her.

He likes hearing her talk about it and he has no intention of hiding it. Not from her, not from Percy.

Or when they get back & james tells ruby she isn't invisible anymore, not to him.

That's a declaration right there.

And he's doing it with all the confidence he has.

And he invites her to a party. A party with all his friends, where everybody can see them.

And ruby tells lin about it. And doesn't deny that she wants to go. She admits she wants to. And she does. She jumps over her own fear of being seen, throws herself right between all the people that would hate her most for being there with james.

At the party itself. They don't hide anything. They touch totally openly.

Or in school. They talk, flirt, touch. No sign of hiding any affection whatsoever.

Honestly I could write down almost every single moment from the first season, cause it's literally happening all the time.

Neither of them act like they can't stand the other while they clearly start to develop feelings.

They are open with their feelings. And I love that.

The main reason they break up/ have that big of a conflict in that regard at all, is because of james dad. Cause he threatens Ruby, which james can't let happen.

(And even then, james has a hard time selling the whole thing meant nothing to him and ruby isn't really buying it either. )

It never happens cause they're too stubborn or proud to admit they like eachother.

Cause they aren't. And I again, love that.

And the resolution at the end? They don't just get back together and that's it. Wooo, happy ending. Nope. They talk it out. Again. Lay it all out there. Make sure the other understands. Feels seen. Loved.

I just...

It just genuinely feels like a genuine relationship. Not just a stereotype. There are dimensions to it. Just like to the characters. And it's just so enjoyable to watch.

[discordiansamba]

lee wakes up one morning and feels fantastic.

there's a spring to his step as he goes through his morning routine. his breakfast tastes even better than usual- it's like the rich, earthy taste of the miso soup has somehow become even more to his taste. he gets dressed in his favorite clothes- a deep, forest green robe that's also comfortable and easy to move in. he braids his hair, tying it off with a green ribbon and looks at himself in the mirror. his bangs are almost long enough now that they completely hide his scar.

he's lee.

it's an odd thought. of course he's lee. who else would he be? he doesn't dwell on it- nor does he dwell on the marked absence of the vague sense of dread that's plagued him ever since he'd served tea to princess azula. it's gone, a bone deep sense of contentment in its place. his life in ba sing se is simple, but it's a happy one- especially now that the fire nation is gone and things are going back to normal.

his good mood must be more obvious than he thinks, because everyone at the lotus blossom seems to notice. the owner asks him about it, and lee just shrugs. he doesn't really know, exactly- he'd just woken up this morning in a great mood. maybe he's just finally gotten used to his life here in the middle ring?

jin sees it too, when she visits on her lunch break. she can't always make her way over to the lotus blossom- the flower shop she works for is a good distance away from his tea shop- but she tries to make it whenever she can. he smiles at her, and some tiny part of his mind notes that it feels more natural than ever.

they kiss before she leaves, and the regulars and his coworkers alike tease them both. lee flushes and stares down at his feet, but he's not unhappy about it. the teasing used to make him feel a little testy, but it doesn't anymore. he knows they only do it because they earnestly want them both to be happy.

his father notices his good mood too.

"i don't know," lee shrugs, "-i just woke up this morning and felt like... me, i guess."

he laughs, because it sounds weird when he says it out loud- but his father only thoughtfully strokes his beard. he tells him that he's proud of him, and lee beams- he's not sure what he's done to earn his father's praise, but he certainly doesn't mind it. he feels... free, he thinks. like he's been trapped in a nightmare, and he's finally woken up.

(he doesn't black out that night.)

when he wakes up the next morning, he feels... settled. his father is up early, so he tries to explain it to him- and probably fails. he thinks moving to the middle ring has really been good for him. there was always something missing to his life in the lower ring, but he thinks... he thinks he can live the rest of his life happily here.

today's his day off. he has a date with jin. they arrange to meet at his favorite theater. they're running a new production- the valiant tale of how avatar aang defeated fire lord ozai, and how his companions put an end to the fire nation's planned airship assault. lee and jin watch as general iroh defeats princess azula in an agni kai, and ascends to the throne of fire lord- and declares an end to the war.

(lee doesn't twitch, even once.)

the theater goes up in cheers when the white lotus retake ba sing se- but the cheers are even louder when fire lord ozai falls, his bending taken. lee and jin are right there with them, and eagerly spend dinner chatting about the play. the adventures of the avatar and his friends sound so exciting- so distant from their simple life. lee briefly wonders what it would be like to travel, but then laughs the idea off.

ba sing se is his home. why would he ever want to leave it?

[lesuccube]

➚ 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 : ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ — ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — bark bark bark .

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 — fluff infection

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 — not beta'd , constructive criticism is welcomed . reblogs and comments are appreciated .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 —

ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ

steven would be wary at first because he worries the dog might make an even bigger mess of his stuff on the floor.

he'd be forced to clean up, might grumble a little in the beginning but will eventually enjoy the clean up process.

he finds it therapeutic in a way.

steven will 100% spoil the pupper. treats? yes. toys? he's bought it. clothes? he'll learn how to sew just so he can dress the dog up.

spoiler alert: he sometimes makes dog clothes similar to his printed button downs and goes out on walks with the matching clothes.

steven gives the dog the name, something like jackie or didi depending on the gender.

steven buys them a bed but will always let the dog sleep on his bed every single night.

steven will totally exhaust himself playing with their new pet. sometimes you'll come home and find him passed out on the floor with the dog snoozing on top of him or snuggled to his side.

steven will fill up his phone memory just to take pictures of the dog. silly, candid ones or where he lets their furry companion model his handmade clothes.

steven doesn't like bathing them though, he'll whine when he gets himself wet plus his flat doesn't have a tub to keep the water from (mostly) getting on him.

ᴍᴀʀᴄ ꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ

marc loves the dog. internally. you'll rarely catch him showing the pupper affection though he'll grow into the dog soon enough.

marc is the only one who trains the dog like sit, heel, shake and all that stuff.

marc who finds comfort in the dog whenever you're not around. if you're out working or are unable to come home, he'll turn to the dog and give them love. he'll make it up to you when you're back.

marc who grumbles and frowns whenever his headmates tease him about hiding his affections.

marc who buys proper pet supplies like a leash, bowls and a pet drinking fountain.

marc takes the dog out for early morning runs.

marc who hates cleaning up after dog fur when they start shedding, mutters under his breath as he vacuums the couch, the carpet and even the bed because steven trained the dog to sleep on their bed instead of the dog bed.

marc who, funny enough, is the only one who doesn't complain when bathing the dog. probably out of military experience?

marc who only ever uses the colored towels to dry the dog and never the white ones.

marc who scolds steven for overfeeding the pup to which the latter would defend himself saying he's been trying to control himself from giving them too many treats.

ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋʟᴇʏ

jake who absolutely adores the dog.

jake brings them with him whenever he works.

jake who bought a pet seat in his cab and some portable cleaning supplies in case the dog shits while they're on the road.

jake is the little shit who secretly gives the pupper extra treats without the other two knowing, not even you.

jake who dotes on the puppy, sings to them and plays fetch in parks when it's a slow day working as a cabbie.

jake, although loves the furball to bits, doesn't like it when they sleep next to him though. he overheats with the additional warmth and sticking a leg out doesn't help anymore.

jake who loves, loves, loves bringing the dog with him to pubs or any establishments (pet friendly ones). if he was single he definitely picks up ladies this way.

marc snitched on him about that thought and it resulted in you ignoring him which led to you not coming home for two days until he apologized and said he meant nothing when he thought that.

jake who teaches the dog more silly tricks like play dead, stand and talk.

jake who holds the doggo like a baby which you take notice of and comment on how he'll look good holding an actual baby like that too.

[felice-jaganshi]

Strawberry Scented Love

Radiodust Strawberry Pimp AU

Chapter 8 - Open the Door, Please

The whole night, Angel sat in his chair staring at his contract on the table of his vanity. He couldn't understand why, but Alastor had given him an “out”. At any time he could tear up this contract and be free of him, of the studio, all of it…

“Th- there's no way it's real, right?” He spoke to himself, “Why would Al give me my own contract, why would he let me go? Unless, he doesn't want me around anymore? Maybe… maybe that's it. Maybe he's just bored of me. Well fuck him, I'm sticking around whether he wants me to or not!” He stood up from the chair, “I'm gonna protect the others, I'm not gonna let him turn into another Valentino and hurt them.”

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After hiding his contract, Angel made his way downstairs for breakfast. Husker was in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, bitching and grumbling about something or another when he looked up and saw Angel. 

“Ah, and there he is. You sure as shit made our lives harder. The fuck did ya do to the boss?” He didn't sound any more upset than usual, but his words still confused Angel. 

“‘Scuse you? What's that supposed to mean? I didn't do shit to him.” He went to the coffee pot and got himself a mug.

“Yeah? Then why is it after the ‘big date’ you two had, he suddenly told Nifty and me he's taking another fuckin’ break? Said he's leaving you fully in charge of the studio while he takes care of ‘other business’, and not to bother him unless the hotel was in danger.”

 

Angel let the words sink in. “He… he left? What the fuck?! What do you mean he left?! Just because I- no, no that fucking prick was probably already planning on leaving. He was just trying to butter me up to take the whole damn job off his hands. That's gotta be it.” He chugged his cup of coffee. And started to march out of the room. 

“Are you really that stupid?!”

Husk called after him, only for Angel to keep walking, “Not now Husk, I got a club to run now, and actors to care for.” If this was his life now, so be it. At least he was in control now.

 

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Angel approached the workers in the studio, they were all confused why Alastor wasn't there for the usual “top of the week meeting” they had all gotten used to, where he would select a volunteer to be on his radio show to advertise for their performances. 

“Hey everyone, the Big Boss is going to be away for a bit on important business. While he's gone, I'm gonna be in charge. Nothing's really changed, other than I now have to pick up his slack and do double duty watching over everyone as well. You all already got my number, so if something goes wrong text or call, and I'll be there. Got it? Now let's get back to business as usual.” He smiled and tried to act like Al was just on a business trip, or a vacation. 

As he walked away, Anna grabbed his hand, “Angie, what's really going on? Al left me a letter.” She held it out to him.

Angel took it and looked over the note.

 

‘My darling daughter, if you are reading this, something important didn't go as planned, and I regret to inform you I will be leaving for an unknown period of time. Angel will keep you safe in my stead, and if anything happens, go to the hazbin hotel. The princess will gladly give you sanctuary under my name. If you need to reach out to me, you can send a letter through Nifty. Stay well, and stay happy in my absence.

Remember, you're never fully dressed without a smile! -Alastor’

 

Angel's hands began to shake. “F-fuck… I really fucked up, didn't I?” He dropped to his knees.

Anna frowned, taking back her letter, holding it close to her chest. “Angie, what'd you do? Why isn't Al coming back? He… he was going to finally tell you he loves you. It took me months to convince him to! That you'd… that you'd love him back… was I wrong?” She looked horrified, her long ears drooped at her sides. “Is… this my fault?”

Angel looked at her in shock, “You knew? Months?! How- how long has he-” his eyes flooded with tears as he realized what an idiot he was being!

“Since… Before our first show, he said he loved you. That he's never loved anyone before, so he was scared to say anything.”

Angel quickly wiped at his eyes to stop the tears, but it was in vain as the wouldn't stop coming.

“F-fuck! I- I thought. I pushed him away! I let myself ruin something good, because I'm a fucking coward!” He shook his head, and spoke through gritted teeth, “No! No, it's not gonna end like this. I'ma find his scrawny ass, and I'm gonna kiss him so hard his stupid grin will fall off!” He stood up and looked down at Anna, hands balled into fists as he steeled his resolve, “I'm gonna bring him back. I promise. Just give me some time.”

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That night when Angel returned to the hotel, he called out to Nifty. “Hey Nif! I need a favor!” 

She looked over at him, then ran off full speed! “Wh- hey, Nifty!” He groaned and chased after her. 

It took a solid hour to corner her, “Nif, please. I need you to tell me where Al is.” 

“Oh, Is at all? I thought we were playing tag! I don't know where he is~.” She giggled.

“Oh bullshit, I know you've been told to send him letters for Anna!” He frowned at her, “Nifty, please. I fucked up, and I gotta apologize to him. It's my fault he ran off.”

“I can send him letters, yeah. But I just put them in the fire and they go where he is! I don't actually know where that place is. You can try to go through the fire if you think you'll survive the trip.” She giggled maniacally. 

 

Angel groaned in frustration, “Fuuuuuck! Okay… okay.” He took a deep breath. “Nif, I'm gonna write a letter that I need you to send to him immediately, okay?”

“Okay! I hope you're able to get him to come back. I miss him already…” She sighed. 

 

And with that, Angel went to write a letter.

 

‘Dear smiles’... okay no, that sounds wrong.

‘Al, I-’  

“Fuck, what do I wanna say? How do I…” He groaned in frustration and balled up the paper. He pulled at his hair for a minute before taking a breath, and trying again.

And again…

And again…

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After a week of trying to write the letter, he finally had something he thought would properly convey to Alastor how he felt. He smiled at it and got up from the office chair to go give it to Nifty. 

 

As his hand touches the knob of the office door, he smells smoke. Familiar smoke.

Angel turned the lock and backed away slowly, keeping quiet. The handle jiggled like someone was trying to open it, and pink smoke seeped under the door.

“Angel~ Amorcito, open up~.” The voice was honey sweet, “I've missed you baby, don't you miss me? I'm sorry all that power went to my head. I see now how much I hurt you. I promise, it won't happen again. I'll treat you exactly how you deserve~.”  

Angel leaned on the desk and knocked over the lamp, causing it to clatter to the ground. “F-fuck…” He felt his blood run cold, as that laugh sounded on the other side of the door.

“Anthony, open the door~. Anthony~~” he whined, and his claws scraped on the door.

Angel looked around, not sure how long the door would hold. He didn't have any weapons on him. He ran around to the other side of the desk and dug through the drawers frantically! Al had to have left some kind of weapon he could use, right?!

“Angel, let's not fight anymore. I know you're scared, but I can set you free! I can get your contract from him and rip it up for you.”

A letter opener! Better than nothing. Angel took the letter opener into his hands, and crawled under the desk. Maybe he could get a shot at his heart under his ribs from this angle if he was fast enough… it'd be a small target though.

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Outside the door Valentino growled, frustrated that even after all these months, Angel still had his built up tolerance to his smoke. “Anthony, don't make me come in there.” He growled, and banged his fist on the door. “I'm gonna count to three! And you better open this door, or you're in for the worst spanking of your life!” He didn't notice the shadows pooling and swarming behind him.

“One!” 

“TWO!”

A static filled voice whispered in his ear, “three.”

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Angel heard several loud bangs and the sound of wood shattering. He shut his eyes tight! He heard the confident slow stride of shoes on the wood floor. Getting closer…

At the last moment, he lunged forward with a yell, his eyes screwed tight. He heard a grunt as the person he hit absorbed the impact and wrapped an arm around Angel's waist. The scent of strawberries and blood overwhelmed him.

“The letter opener? Well, certainly not the worst improvised weapon.” 

Angel's eyes snapped open, it wasn't Valentino he stabbed! He looked down, and breathed a sigh of relief. Alastor's hand had the knife in it, not his chest.

Wait, it was in his palm! Oh fuck!

“Shit! Al, oh fuck I- I thought, I didn't think you'd…” He let go of the letter opener and grabbed Al's waist with his lower hands, placing his shaking upper hands on his face. Al had such a soft and loving look in his eyes, his face and suit were covered in blood. 

“I didn't think you'd come…” 

“You needed me, of course I'd come.” He leaned into one of Angel's hands, “He's gone now. You won't have to be afraid anymore, my beloved. I'll take my leave now, if you wish.” 

Angel felt like his blood was going to boil, “If I wish?! Are you fucking insane?! ” He slapped Alastor's cheek, not too hard, just enough to startle the deer.

“You know, if you weren't so stupid, I could love you. But you're pretty fucking stupid.” 

Alastor looked shocked, and confused, “I… pardon?” 

“Did I not make myself clear? Here, I wrote a fucking letter. i was gonna make Nifty send it wherever the fuck you were, where the hell were you hiding anyways?!”

“I… was with Rosie, she's like a sister to me… so she always has a guest room open for me…”

Angel sighed, and let go of him, “Don't. You. Dare , move a muscle. You stay right there while i read this fucking letter to you.”

He took a step back and reached for the letter on the table without taking his eyes off Al, who stayed put. He looked so nervous, his brows knitted tight together and his ears pinned back, but still twitching a bit. He pulled the letter opener from his hand, the wound healing quickly. 

 

Angel took a deep breath, “You said before you were proud of me for being courageous… but when you were vulnerable with me, I let fear control my reaction. You didn't deserve that. I'm sorry that I hurt you… I- I really…am.” Angel's vision blurred as tears fell onto the letter. He lowered it and looked into Alastor's eyes, giving up on the paper, “I do love you, Al. I have for a long time now. I just… I was so scared, and I still am! But I- I want to be with you, even if I'm scared of this… I want to trust you. Please Al, don't leave. I need you. I can't do this alone…”

 

Alastor stepped slowly towards him, he placed his unbloodied hand on Angel's cheek. “My love… You can absolutely run this business without me. You're a brilliant demon. But I won't go anywhere. If you want me, I'm yours. I promise you. I love you, and if I'm being completely honest with you, I'm scared too.” He wiped away Angel's tears, allowing him to see that Alastor had tears in his eyes too.

Angel saw the quivering smile and decided to make good on his promise to Anna. Angel surged forward and kissed Alastor with everything he had to give! Alastor gasped, and Angel slipped his tongue into his mouth and Alastor kissed back with a whimper, holding Angel with a shaky grip.

When he was satisfied, Angel pulled back, leaving Alastor panting, his smile missing for once, lost behind an awed and dazed expression. 

 

“Damn Smiles, you never been kissed before?” Angel teased with a smirk. Alastor shook his head softly, slowly regaining his sense of self.

“Not with that degree of skill, darling… that… good lord, no wonder people pay you for such things.” He was actually blushing!

Angel chuckled, “Yeah, well maybe I should show you what else people pay me for… after a fancy dinner, of course. A proper gentleman like yourself should take me out on a date, before getting the goods.” He caressed Alastor's face and he heard a soft squeak come from him. Like the sound a baby animal would make. Angel's eyes went wide, “Holy fuck, that… make that sound again. That was the cutest shit I've ever heard.”

Alastor blushed even redder, his smile back on his face as he turned to look away, “I have no control over that! It's embarrassing, bleating like a fawn over some sweet words…”

Angel leaned forward and whispered into Al's ear directly, “Oh? How about you be a good little fawn for me, and make that sweet noise again? Amore mio.” 

The noise happened again, multiple times as his eyes went wide and his ears twitched rapidly, causing Angel to laugh as the one he was whispering in flicked against his face a few times!

 

“Angel, please! I'm not used to… this sort of thing! Have mercy on an old sinner.”

“Yer only twenty years older than me, pops. But alright, I'll go easy on ya for now… Anna's gonna be happy you're back by the way. Everyone will be. So let's go say Hi, Big Boss.”

[wisefoxluminary]

Vigor: an essay on Toxic Masculinity in The Boys - character analysis of Soldier Boy and Homelander

So The Boys account posted the full magazine cover of Soldier Boy that Kimiko was reading in the recent episode and a interesting detail caught my eye. Years after his supposed death, Soldier Boy is a poster child of a men's health magazine titled Vigor, a word commonly associated with physical strength and good health. Soldier Boy is a symbol of a true patriotic America and how all men should act. They don't make men like that anymore because Soldier Boy's influence is still strong. This cover is very striking to me as it supports the idea that all men need to be strong and conform to the societal norm. Encouraging men to break up with their girlfriends or to not enjoy interests that aren't associated with manhood etc. There really is an underlying issue of toxic masculinity as Soldier Boy is a literal representation of it. Men are supposed to be strong and that by showing emotion, it is considered weakness. To fit into society, men need to adopt machismo traits in order to preserve their image. Soldier Boy represents how a man should act and behave, we see in season 3 about his outdated views on how men should dress and act, especially his belittling of Hughie.

Men who align themselves with toxic masculinity normally have toxic role models. People in the public eye who have a bad influence on young boys, they further encourage/bring out their toxic traits and mold them into the worst version of themselves per Soldier Boy's warped idolization of Bill Crosby whom he considers to be America's dad when he is far from it. Bullying and deliberately harmed others because they feel they are a threat to their masculine pride just like Soldier Boy's abusive treatment of Black Noir and Soldier Boy considering Homelander, his own son, a disappointment because he doesn't know how to be a father and he sees himself reflecting in Homelander's eyes, the man his father thought had cheated to get compound V in his system, passing on that cycle of abuse and toxic masculinity to Homelander who is slowly breaking under his own pressure and passing that down onto Ryan. We had the scene prior to this of Butcher and Soldier Boy talking about their own abusive fathers and this is key to his character. By becoming his father, Soldier Boy can reject his own flesh and blood and thus driving everyone else to turn against him. This is conflict uprooted in toxic masculinity.

Homelander idolised Soldier Boy way before he learned that he was his father and his desire to reunite stemming from his need to be loved and thus being rejected by him really shakes up Homelander's world. He goes through a mid-life crisis, has fears about becoming old and dives deeper into psychosis by using his power to make other men do things that bring harm to their strong masculine image (hence the blow a-train and the whole scene with Marty.) Homelander may have went back to the lab to come to terms with his past because he felt like he was hurting Ryan, but this was something he had to do for himself to grapple with the effects his father's rejection left on him, how his departure led HL to spend his life in captivity and torture, bringing out his depraved almost childlike ego. A mask he has to wear to hide his fragile masculinity which came out in full force after Soldier Boy called him a fucking disappointment to his face and that continues to slip away the more people challenge him/the more unstable he becomes.

He wants to make himself better and by bringing this harm to others, it's making him fall down the path of becoming a monster, someone worse than even his own father. He considers humans to be below him because they are toys for his own amusement that he can burn down at any second. Someone that he can swoop in and save the day for but could easily control like puppets until they destroy themselves. A common attribute associated with toxic masculinity as males with this type of scorned ego seek to use their bad influence on people to make them feel smaller and to cause them to embrace this toxicity and fall down a dark path of violence and hatred hence falling into place like dominos. Sage encouraged him to adopt this mentality in order to crush the masses with his influence. He is influenced Ryan to embrace this dark behaviours, the same way Soldier Boy used it to put the fear of god into his teammates. Soldier Boy rejected Homelander and by doing that Homelander is falling down this rabbit hole of toxic and fragile masculinity. I'm not saying Homelander wasn't as much of a psychopath before this but it is further encouraging him to adopt this damaging traits and it has sent him too far gone into unhinged territory. Without the love of his father, Homelander has allowed that rejection to take power over him and to shape him into the unforgiving monster he is today. Homelander wouldn't be the way he was in season 4 without Soldier Boy. His influence is greatly felt this season and this is why Homelander has grown into a such snivelling monster hellbent on destroying all of mankind.

With this being said, Soldier Boy also deals with his own kind of fragile masculinity as seen in season 3 when others like Hughie challenge him as a way of emasculating his own overly assertive ego and how he thinks he is better than everyone else. He isn't exactly the red blooded American hero everyone thinks he is and there is something deeper underneath the surface. Soldier Boy serves orders blindly and unquestionably like a unforgiving soldier and is pompously up his own ass. He resorts to violence whenever someone challenges him because he thinks that by smacking the shit out of them, they'll do nothing to harm his ego. They won't expose him for the man he truly is. Soldier Boy really struggles to break out of this mold. He is compensating for his masculinity because he thinks that's how a man is supposed to be strong/fit in to the societal norm when he is far from it. The magazine directly challenges this, taking hits at Soldier Boy's fragile ego by saying is "metrosexuality threatening your manhood"

This takes us into a further deep dive into Soldier Boy's head and how people many years later perceive him. Metrosexuality is relating and denoting men from urban areas who pay too much attention to their personal appearance and cultivating a upscale lifestyle. Men who are obsessed with fashion and how they look, interests that are traditionally associated with women and gay men. It is basically like a heterosexual adopting trends that are stereotypical with homosexuals. Metrosexuals could be openly gay, straight or bisexual.

Soldier Boy is the definition of this term. He is seen in the past quite frequently with the way he performed on Solid Gold, the movie career he cultivated and his sexual activity such as his role in founding herogasm. Caring only about his appearance in public rather than anyone’s perceptions of him, getting lost to drugs and sex as all depraved heroes do. He was high on the eagle's nest. Soldier Boy could very well have experimented with bisexual tendencies at this time but chose to adopt toxic masculinity traits because homosexuality was considered as a crime and far too outside norm at this time and a damaging weakness to a man's ego so Soldier Boy had to keep up this macho facade as a way of not bringing shame to his country. Soldier Boy is the type of guy who is inquired about a fling with another man but then denies that it's gay because he is too strong and egocentric to admit that about himself. This is seen in the way he treats Mallory on the battlefield as his fragile ego gets tested. He embraces misogynistic and homophobic views as a way of looking down on people because he feels that he needs to deflect from the person he truly is. A defensive mechanism so to speak to hide who he truly is. That true part of himself he keeps under lock and key with this toxic persona he has cultivated for himself. By suppressing his true desires, Soldier Boy must become a literal monster and use that power to wreck people's lives with it. It's just as The Deep said, violence is power and that influence will cause others in their wallowing toxic masculinity to do unspeakable things.

I think in season five, we will see Homelander waking up his father from his cryogenic chamber and conspire a truce with him. Manipulating Soldier Boy to join his supe army in their global conquest in exchange for restoring his public image and redeeming himself in the eyes of Vought and the public. Soldier Boy is overbearing, controlling, not really in align with his son's ideas. He uses this partnership as a way of getting revenge on the people that trapped him in the box, mainly The Boys and Stan Edgar. With these issues I've talked about father and son facing, this could eventually lead conflict to stur between Homelander and Soldier Boy. Soldier Boy doesn't think Homelander is fit to lead his team as his power and insanity is slipping by the day. All he cares about is getting his father's approval for the heinous things he's done rather than confront the problem at hand. So Soldier Boy uses his toxic influence to turn the rest of The Seven against him, encouraging them to adopt violent tendencies and to no longer fear Homelander. This leads to Soldier Boy and Homelander to fight as this alliance is likely to end bloody for everyone. Homelander feels rejected and angry and it causes him to go completely off the rails, maybe even violently kill someone in public like the end of season 3 when he felt rejected by SB. I think this was subtly teased with the VCU slate back in episode 5 when a movie called Homelander vs. Soldier Boy: Annihilation was shown, hinting that eventually all blows over and they fight. A father driven to pure hatred of his only son who stages an uprising against him all because Homelander's ego is too fragile for him to handle and it will cause his inevitable downfall. A cycle that is too broken for them to fix.

So in conclusion, Soldier Boy is a character stemmed in toxic masculinity and that influence he carries has damaging consequences for his own son Homelander and everyone around him. By rejected Homelander, Soldier Boy gets rid of that fragile part of him he hated and suppressed for so long. Someone starved for attention and craving for love like he used to be.

End of essay

[nik-jr-lit]

Some other M. Paul x Lucy moments that literally had me laughing out loud (or smiling)

the time Rosine begged Lucy to go into M. Paul's class to deliver a message because he was in such a pissy mood and likes Lucy better so she goes in and gives the message that he's needed at the local college and he's all "that's nice but i'm not going" and she just pushes his hat towards his hand but oh no his glasses fall off the desk and literally both of the lenses bust and now she's actually scared but before she can even get an apology out of her mouth he hops up, says "well, what a little mischief maker! what a nefarious little englishwoman!! guess i'll have to go if you're going to threaten me like that! :-)", puts his hat on, and leaves.

later on that night when he comes to the school to read aloud to the pupils and teachers and he forgoes his normal spot to go sit next to Lucy (aw) and she moves to give him room but he says "no don't" but she scooches a little anyway and he immediately gets pissed and is all "oh so you want to treat me like an outcast?! you want distance?!! fine!" and he literally makes everyone else at the table get up and move to the other one and grabs Lucy's stuff and puts all of it on the other side of the table so it's just them at opposite ends and he says "happy?" and she's all "you were the one who wanted it like this..?" and he said "no! you were the one who did this!!" and then he reads a French translation of Shakespeare and Lucy is not at all hiding her disdain and he looks up and sees every single eyeroll and smirk and omfg he's getting so pissed but it's dinner time now and she's engrossed in making her watchguard and tbh she's feeling giddy and smug because making M. Paul so flustered and annoyed was fucking fun and she was enjoying it. he gets up without saying a word, strides towards the door, but turns back for his pencil case and...he puts his pencil in...takes it out...breaks the lead against the table...resharpens it...puts it in his pocket...and finally walks up to Lucy. he asks her what she's working on and she says she's making a watchguard for one of her gentleman friends and omg he's really mad now, i mean he's seriously fuming; he's saying she's impossible to be friends with and that he has never done anything wrong but she continues to regard him with passionate injustice and rebellion and she's all "what? :(" and he's, again, immediately apologizing and correcting himself and saying that she does have good qualities but if she'd quit flirting and caring so much for people whose only good quality was being tall and if she dressed more modestly then things would be better. a few moments pass and he's all, "did what i just said make you hate me? :(" but no, all is well and as he's going out the door he says "it's not that you don't look good in your clothes...it's just....nevermind, continue dressing as you do! goodnight!"

M. Paul's party day when Lucy didn't give him a gift and he asked "in really tragic tones" whether all the presents had been given because he wanted hers, only cared about a gift from her and she was starting to get that giddy feeling again from pissing him off, and she literally tells us as the reader that because he cared so much about whether she got him a gift, he fucking deserved to be fooled and get pissed and if that doesn't make you laugh i don't know what will. then he decides to make his party speech about how much England sucks and the things he says just get nastier and nastier until Lucy can't take it anymore, slams her hand on her desk, and says "long live England, fuck France!" and everyone in the room is gasping but M. Paul is hiding his grin behind his handkerchief because, yes, they both love riling the other up. he ends his speech by saying that he's going to take the whole class out to breakfast on the first day of spring and makes sure to say "only my friends are invited" and Lucy says "i won't be there!" and he says "fine!!"

omfg the fact that he was leaving goodies in her desk, correcting papers for her, and, when he's caught, he asks her earnestly whether she likes the things he leaves her.

how he accused Lucy of playing dumb, knowing Latin and Greek, and plagiarizing because she's a fast learner, but then he brags to his academic friends how smart she is <3

[ravenrose18]

Crossbow Love

Chapter 7- The Run

When Daryl wakes in the morning, his body is pressed against her back, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stiffening. He doesn't recall falling asleep this way. Raven slept still unmoving and had no nightmares, not bothered by him holding her close. Daryl moves away from her gently so as not to wake her. He grabs his shirt off the rack and his pants and heads to the bathroom to deal with the morning drags off herself and takes a shower. Raven slowly wakes up stretches and feels that the bed is empty. She sits up and looks around for Daryl. She gets out of bed and goes upstairs to hear the shower. Daryl has rested his hand on the tiles in the shower, his hand working on himself, aiming to release it. Raven starts making breakfast and makes eggs and some bacon. She wants to make sure they eat and have energy for the run today.

Daryl comes in with a groan, leans his head against the tiles, and stares at the tub for a moment. When he goes in there, he always feels like trash, always ashamed of what he did. After getting out of the water, he wipes himself dry and gets dressed. Raven continued to cook the food once the food was made, she made herself a plate and him a plate. She realizes she left her flannel downstairs but she might as well show her skin and not hide anymore. Daryl walks downstairs and into the kitchen, his hair still damp. Raven looks at him and smiles at how handsome he is, placing his plate on the counter. "Well, good morning Daryl. How did you sleep?" She asks, staring at him, stands at the counter, and starts eating. "Surprisingly well, I haven't slept like this in a long time, how about you?" He asks, smiling slightly, and gets down to his breakfast. Raven smiles and nods. "I slept well, no nightmares, just a restful sleep. We'll have to share a room if we both need a good night's sleep." She says giggling and eating more. She looks outside as the light of the rising sun illuminates her face. "You're already pushing yourself into my bed, huh?" He snaps out laughing under his breath.

Raven blushes and hides her face "Or you could have nightmares and not sleep well. And yes, I know you cuddled with me, Dixon." She says smiling at him "I'm not the cuddling type," He snorts under his breath and finishes his breakfast, "I don't know what you're talking about," He says as the corner of his mouth twists into a smirk, Raven smiles and finishes her food as well and walks over to him and runs her hand over his shoulders as she walks by going upstairs to change. Daryl shakes his head and cleans up after breakfast and then gets ready to run. He takes his backpack, crossbow, and knives behind him. He slips his winged vest over his shoulders. "I'm going outside," He shouts through the house on his way out. Raven smiles and shakes his head. "Alright, I'll be there in a minute." She says

Daryl brings his motorcycle out of the garages, strapping his crossbow and arrows to it. He gets it ready to ride, the people in Alexandria wake up, and he is approached by Denise who smiles wryly. Raven goes downstairs, grabs his knives and crossbow, and leaves the house walking towards Daryl. She feels as she walks in slow motion, walking towards him feeling happy and confident. Daryl looks at you and smiles slightly watching you from behind his hair and barely registering what Denise is saying to him. Raven smiles and blushes and is not about to hide her scars anymore. She walks over to Daryl and smiles. "Are you ready to go?" She asks him. "Yeah," He mutters, "But Denise wants to come with us." He says looking meaningfully at Raven, almost begging her not to. Raven looks at her, then back at him. "It's up to you, Daryl, but we both know we need to watch out for her and each other," She says. "Denise, you know very well that is not wise, you have never been outside the walls of Alexandria" Daryl frowns at her.

Raven looks at her. "And you are our only doctor, if anything happens to you we will be very sorry," She says "We will bring you everything on your list, but we are going alone. Maybe next time." Daryl gets on his motorcycle. "You're riding yours?" He looks at Raven. Raven smiles softly and walks over to his motorcycle with Daryl and smiles at him as she gets on his bike behind him. "Might as well ride with you." She says smiling, having her hands on his shoulder. "You are pushing your way into my bed" He moves his eyebrows significantly and smiles.

. Raven pokes him, laughing, and rolls his eyes, she embraces him round the waist, looks around, and smiles, laying her head on his back. The gate is opened by a man and he lets them out, Daryl turns on his motorcycle and kicks forward. He feels the wind in his hair and smiles under his breath as he feels her arms around his waist. Raven smiles, looking up, and holds her arms around him, but tilts her head back, feeling the wind in her hair and on her face. Daryl dodges dead on, not bothering to reduce his speed. Raven smiles and laughs, leaning back completely, keeping her balance, and raising her arms to the sky. Daryl looks over his shoulder at her and smiles, shaking his head. Raven smiles and sits back and kisses his cheek and blushes and giggles laying her head back on his back and wrapping her arms tightly around him. Daryl pats her hand, and an hour later he stops the motorcycle on the outskirts of town. He puts his feet firmly on the ground and turns off the engine.

"We'll continue on foot, we can't risk the noise. Raven smiles and gets off with him, nodding. "Good idea." She says, wondering if his group how they handled other groups. Daryl pushes the motorcycle between the trees and covers it with branches, then picks up his crossbow, arrows, and backpack. "We have a specific list of what we need to find." Raven nods, having her crossbow on her back and knives at her belt. They head into town to find medicine and other items on the list, as well as whatever they find useful and fitting for the motorcycle.

Raven looks at him and sighs "Daryl I was wondering has your group come across other groups?" She asks. "Alexandria works or at least tries to work with the Kingdom and the Hilltop" He marches ahead looking around "But there are also people to fear and stay away from." Raven nods and stays close, looking around as they go. "Have you dealt with violent groups before?" She asks Daryl tenses at her question. "With organized groups no, but with a few people who decided to have fun at my expense yes." Raven stops noticing his behavior and crinkles his brow. "Daryl please tell me what happened to you and your group before Alexandria?" She asks. "Before Alexandria, many bad things happened to my group" He continues walking ahead "Fucking Terminus, fucking crusaders," He says.

Raven nods walking with him listening. "I want to make sure what happened, it seems like everything was bad before." She says "It was very bad in the beginning Raven, we lost a lot of people, we were fighting for our lives. More than once we were separated, but we always found each other somehow. We always came back together in one number or another, but always." He says.

Raven nods grabs his hand and holds it "I'm sorry you have been through a lot and lost people along the way. But I'm glad you and your group stuck together." She says "I did everything I could to make them stick, to find them, and to avenge them." He says. Raven holds his hand tightly and puts her arm around his shoulder "I know, Daryl. But what you can do now is stay strong and keep fighting." She says.

Daryl stops, turns to face her, and just hugs her. Thoughts of dead people run through his head. "I'm holding you to your word." He whispers into her hair, pressing his face against it. He misses Beth, her joyful laughter. Raven smiles softly and giggles. "As long as I have you there to protect me, there's no way I'm leaving you." She says blushing as she hears his heartbeat. "Thanks, Raven." He says kissing her lightly in the hair. "Let's go get what we're looking for," He says.

Raven smiles and blushes as she moves away from him and starts walking toward the nearest building. "Raven you can't go into the same rage as when you killed in front of Alexandria, you can't be threatening. Do you understand? " He asks, grabbing her hand. Raven looks down at our hands and smiles, looking back up at him: "Yes, I understand, don't worry Daryl, I'm sneaky and calm when I go on runs." She says. He raises his eyebrows high and tilts his head slightly as if not quite believing her. He intertwined his hand with hers. "I want to keep an eye on you at all times, so don't leave unless I tell you to run." He says.

Raven smiles and nods. "I know Daryl. You will see and believe that I am calm and sneaky during this run. I'm fast too. I'm in and out of every store. But I know it is different because I'm in a group and not alone. But Daryl I can handle myself if I get in trouble I will yell for you." She says smiling at him, she kisses his cheek and walks to the entrance, she holds her crossbow and knocks loudly on the door, waiting for any sign of walkers inside.

Daryl watches her from the sidelines and lets her prove herself, he wants to give her a chance to reveal her skills. He leans against the glass and crosses his arms over his chest. Raven doesn't hear any walkers at first, when she opens the door she hears a few and slowly walks in with her crossbow at the ready. When one of the walkers is in her line of sight, she shoots it in the head and quickly pulls out her knife to kill the next one. With the heel of her boot, she stomps on the walker crawling towards her. She looks at Daryl and smiles. Daryl smiles slightly and nods approvingly. He walks inside, looks around, and notices a pharmacy at the end. "I'll go get the drugs, and you find the rest." He says tearing the list in half and handing it to her.

Raven grabs the list starts looking for the things on it, and puts what she finds into her backpack. While doing so she is careful not to run into walkers. Daryl opens the security gate of the pharmacy and goes inside. He throws everything on the list into his backpack and anything else he finds that might be useful to him. Raven walks up to the counter looks around some more sees a bracelet and smiles thinking of Daryl so she grabs the bracelet to give him later when they are safe. She grabs more things that might be useful and puts them in her bag. "I have everything. Do you?" Daryl asks looking through the shelves. Raven smiles and looks at him: "Yes, I have." She says while she finds him in her back pocket.

Daryl throws some flannels in his backpack for the very end and leaves the store. The town looks unusually quiet and peaceful. Raven exits the store and puts her crossbow on her back, keeping her knife out for safety. "Let's go back, I don't like it here," He says. Raven looked at him and shrugged her shoulders. "I need more clothes that are more my style, I don't like the bright, colorful, flowery clothes we have at home." She says Daryl looks at her. "I hadn't noticed that you don't like flowers." He laughs.

Raven smiles and giggles: "I like flowers, but not on clothes. I love roses though they are my favorite flower." She says starts walking to another store. "Well, move along, Rose, I don't have all day." He says heading to the store across the street. Raven looks at him sharply and shakes her head. She sees a store with dark clothing and leather. She enters the store carefree, her crossbow in her hands. Daryl crinkles his eyebrows, comes up behind her, and grabs her arm. "What is this?" He asks

Raven looks at him shakes off his arm walks over to them just like Daryl and gets the biggest smile. Daryl rolls his eyes and takes the opportunity to look around the store since he's already here anyway. Maybe he can find some clothes for Judith. Raven grabs a leather vest and grabs some dark flannels and some skinny jeans. "Don't judge me on what clothes I like, plus I either get my vest or steal yours," She says with a giggle. "It's my brother's vest." He growls under his breath and walks off into the depths of the store. Raven looks over, wrinkles his brow, and looks down. "Sorry." She says as she finishes grabbing the clothes and putting them in her backpack.

She walked outside alone and went to another store. Daryl took a deep breath and stared at the sweatshirt he held in his hand. It doesn't take much to quickly bring out extreme emotions in him, from happiness and joy to uncontrollable anger. Raven went into another store to give Daryl space, she didn't want to disturb him or upset him more. She walks into the store and starts looking for more supplies. Daryl takes notice of the voices coming from the street, wrinkles his eyebrows, and walks to the door leaning his head out. Raven hears the voices and quickly hides so as not to be conspicuous, but to where she can see the entrance from. Daryl is kneeling by the window and looks out through it, a blond man is standing in the middle of the road facing Daryl's building. "," He growls to himself. Three others are standing next to him, he knows two of them won't make it.

Raven sees a man with a half-burned face and he is holding a knife in his hand, she might be able to get at least the other men, but she is not sure about the man with the burned face. "I'm telling you I saw him here," Dwight growled at the man with the gray hair and mustache. "You got it all wrong again!" He groaned another "You've been looking for that guy with the fucking wings for months and nothing, let it go." One of the men said. Raven hears what they are saying and thinks about Daryl and growles quietly, hoping Daryl won't do anything stupid to get caught or hurt. "Oh, Daryl please be careful." She says quietly to herself.

Daryl tries to find a way out of the situation despite seeing Dwight's rage, but he has to contain himself for Raven. Raven remains calm, not knowing what these people are capable of, but wants to sneak back to Daryl. Daryl searches the store but finds nothing, he heads back to the exit and leans in slightly. The men move forward analyzing their surroundings. Raven slowly walks towards the entrance, seeing where the men are she can sneak up behind one of them and kill him. Daryl looks around more carefully and sees Raven in the doorway hiding in the shadows. He wrinkled his brow, seeing the concentration on her face. Raven looks at one of the men, pulls out a knife, and slowly walks out of the shadows. She knows how to kill a man in 5 seconds. Daryl straightens up and looks at her to have a few seconds to react. "Here I am" He walks out of the store "I'm here alone" He raises his hands in the air.

Raven looks and gasps and shakes her head. "No, no Daryl please no." She says softly standing and walking out of the store. "I'm alone Dwight." He looks at Raven, but she has to move her body to cover the entrance to the skip where Raven is and prays in his heart that for once she will remain unnoticed and calm. Raven looks at him and growls, getting a little angry and holding her knife tightly in her hand. She doesn't want to lose or get Daryl hurt or killed. So she stays calm and slowly creeps into the small alleyway to stay alert as she worries about Daryl. Dwight grins from ear to ear. "I've been looking for you." He walks closer. "I'm here, you found me. You can have your revenge." He says

Raven looks at him confused, not knowing what he's talking about, she aims her crossbow at the guy standing in front of Daryl. "If you went out here alone, then you wouldn't have relieved yourself so you're protecting someone." He looked around. Raven growled, grabbed the crossbow, and aimed it at his head, intending to pull the trigger. "Boys check the area, there must be someone important here with him." Dwight laughed and his friends scattered around the area. Dwight grabbed Daryl tightly by the arm first taking his crossbow and knives "And we go for a walk." He says.

Raven growls and looks over, she wants to help Daryl, she wants to be able to get to him without being noticed, but she has never been around four men, she was lucky enough to kill and deal with two men at the beginning of the apocalypse after killing her parents. Dwight drags Daryl to one of the cars, punches him hard, and punches him in the stomach. Again and again, Daryl doesn't fight back, he can't. He doesn't want to, in his mind, he was just making sure they didn't find Raven, and that she was safe. Raven sees what's happening and quickly sneaks up to the car and hides behind the corner of the car and has her crossbow and slowly approaches the man who has his back to her she puts the crossbow to his head and looks at him.

"One sudden moment and this arrow will pierce your head." She growls and holds the crossbow straight at his head. "Raven no" Daryl groans on the ground "You were supposed to leave." Dwight laughs out loud "There's our little friend, you think I'm scared of you?" He asks. Raven looked at him and growled "You should be scared. Leave him alone. No one is going to hurt me or anyone I care about." She said, pulling out her gun and pointing it at him. "Well, birdie," a voice behind her called back. The cold blade pressed against her throat, and Daryl tried to pick himself up off the ground and help her.

Raven growled and felt the blade, but didn't pull away and stayed put. "What the hell do you want from Daryl, what do you want from us?" She asks him, looking at the man in front of her and then at Daryl. "We don't want anything from you" Dwight grins from ear to ear. "You're a bonus, so to speak, "Dwight says "I helped you, you prick." Daryl gets up from his knees "I saved you and your fucking wife and you fucking robbed me. And now you dare take revenge on me for what?" Daryl questions in anger. Raven looks at Daryl and then at Dwight and glares, grabs the man with the knife arm twists it behind his back, and points her gun at his head. "I will kill you all if you don't let us go. I can kill a man in five seconds." She growls and twists the man's arm more about to break it. Daryl leaned against the hood of the car and wiped his face clean of blood, Dwight put the knife to his throat. "Decide who's more important, the one Negan's man can replace with another or the Dixon you love?" Dwight asks. Raven looks at him, gasps and growls then lets go of the man and puts her hands up. "Don't hurt him, please." She says trying to stay strong and not cry.

"Wise," He says smiling, and pulls out a knife and crossbow. One of the men walks up to them and speaks. "Negan is telling us to go back, we have to do this." He breathes. "I'll find you Dixon and then I'll gut you" He growls in his ear Dwight and pats him on the back. Hard and painful. "Sleep with your eyes open" The man slaps Raven on the head to make sure she doesn't attack them as they drive away. Raven falls to the ground and is disoriented and clutching her head. growling and moaning in pain. Daryl gathers all his strength to approach her and falls to his knees beside her. "Raven," He says as he touches her head.

Raven looks at him, stares into his eyes, and touches his face. "Daryl, are you okay?" She asks. She has to ask him about who the hell these men were and who the hell Negan was. "Yeah, I'm fine, but what about you?" He asks. Raven smiles slightly and nods. "I'm okay. Who the hell were those people?" She asks as he slowly gets up gets a little dizzy and puts his hand on the car next to them. "Hey." She says it helps him stay on his feet despite the pain he is feeling from the beating "We can't go home, they might follow us." He says.

Raven looks at him and breathes heavily slightly. "Daryl, who the hell was that? You told me about some groups, but you never told me about them. That guy looked like he knew you. And who the hell is Negan!" She asks and gets irritated knowing that she wants to kill the men for hurting them. "Calm down, please," He staggers, walking away from the car, "I once saved Dwight, his wife, and sister. They returned the favor by robbing me and trying to kill me. They ended up shooting me, I was able to go home to my group. But the next time I met him, I beat him severely. Well, he just got pissed off. I don't know that dickhead Negan." He explains. Raven looks at him and quickly walks over to him, embraces him, and holds him close. "I'm glad they didn't kill us, I didn't want to leave you to die with them," She says. "You should get as far away from here as possible, it never affected you." He shook his head "You shouldn't get hurt," Daryl says. Raven shook her head and grabbed his hand. "I would rather sacrifice myself to be hurt or killed than you Daryl Dixon." She says helping him walk towards the motorcycle. "No," He shakes his head, "I can't go." He sits down.

Raven looks at him and crouches down next to him. "Daryl, we need to at least get out of sight, like go into the woods." She says, looking worried. "I need to rest for a while, just a while." He closes her eyes. Raven looks at him, holds his hands, puts her hand on his cheek, and puts her forehead against his. "I will protect you and I will sacrifice myself to protect you," She says. Daryl hears her words but doesn't have the strength to answer her, he just squeezes her hand. Fucking Dwight, if he gets the chance he'll kill him with his bare hands. "Go get the backpacks, we need to get them." He says.

Raven nods and goes to get the backpacks, she quickly returns and sees that he is weak and she is so worried. Upon returning in front of him she puts her hands on his cheeks. "Daryl, I need to check your wound." She says staring into his eyes. "I'm fine, I promise." He opens his eyes and looks at her "It's just a beating, nothing more. It doesn't even hurt that much." He says. Raven looks at him with a raised eyebrow "Alright then Mr. Tough Guy get up and walk on your own." She says putting her hands on her hips as she stands up. "Such a smartass" He grabs the motorcycle and rises to his feet leaning against it "You see," He says. Raven smiles and pokes him lightly "Stand up unsupported, smartass." She says crossing her arms "Woman" He groans.

Raven smiles and blushes slightly thinking about what he wants to say. 'No, but you can give me a kiss.' That's what she's thinking and wants to say, but she says it. "I'm just kidding with you, look, we need to not be out in the open like this, we need to go into the woods." She says standing in front of him and grabbing his hand. "Take my motorcycle, I'm not leaving it here." He straightens up "I'll get the bags." He says. Raven looks at him and nods, he uncovers the motorcycle and grabs the handlebars, and she walks towards the woods. She sees a. "I see a small cabin, we can stay there." She says walking towards the cabin. "Huh," Daryl grabs his pack, stays on his feet for a moment, and moves after her.

Raven walks towards the cabin, leans her bike against it, and takes a knife out of the boot she had hidden to check for walkers in the cabin. Daryl doesn't have the strength to argue with her, obediently waiting for her to do everything. Raven sees the two walkers, smiles, and pulls out a knife. She has two knives, one in each shoe, throws them in the air, catches them, holds the blades, and throws the knives at their heads. She casually goes to pick up her knives. Daryl goes inside with his backpack on his shoulders, the cabin is neat, though it smells musty. Raven smiles and looks up at the sky, she giggles, returns to the cabin, and closes the door behind her.

Chapter 8

[eric-the-bmo]

The Neighborhood Watch Recap S2ep6: A Walk in the Park

[Summary: Markus and Bob make a plan to kill Lestat, and almost everyone seems to be mad at Louis. Fatima recommends Song a new book. John finds a flower. ]

(@gr3y-heron here u go! ⭐)

During the night, Song had waited to see if Louis would return home. After half an hour she Did in fact try to see what was going on, but was stopped by Lestat's lackeys ["Do you work for The Master?" "No, I sleep with him."]. She threatened them, and eventually decided to just sleep in Louis's bed.

Louis let Lestat feed on him.

Markus is sad, since the other two forgot about the meeting they wanted to do, and indulges in one of their bad habits; it's almost becoming routine now.

John, meanwhile, is woken up by a loud noise at around 4am.

He rushes over to where the sound came from and sees that the TV's been turned on, playing the ending credits of some old anime. Shelby's holding the DVD remote in her hand, and says maybe she just fell asleep watching TV, maybe she turned it on by accident?

But John, with his second-hand knowledge, knows that this show isn't aired anymore. And with DVDs, you have to put them in, so there's no way this was an accidental tv turn on. John sees the box of old DVDs Shelby had gotten from their neighbor. Hm... They decide to have an early breakfast, and John makes waffles as Shelby goes back to working on the Lego set. She seems annoyed at being interrupted from her task when he tries to distract her from it, so he ends up walking the hour to work.

Louis wakes up in Lestat's house, and checks the basement for his coffin. He doesn't find it; he ends up insulting himself in the mirror as his pep talk for the morning, and gets home to see Song in his bed.

He goes into his guest bedroom (where he stores his extra suits), and gets dressed for the day and starts to make breakfast. Song eventually wakes up and puts on one of his shirts before heading over to the kitchen.

As she enters, she makes a comment that if he's going to hook up with his ex while a woman is in his house, at least let her know; send a text or something. Louis tenses and apologizes; he had no intention of staying, and tells her he wished he could've staked Lestat, but he's not a good or strong enough man.

Song raises her eyebrow, and looks for Signs that he's been bitten- he’s pale, and his shirt is buttoned up a lot. Louis is good at hiding vampire bites- or at least he thinks he is.

Song gets up from her chair and pushes Louis against the wall (!!!!!!) and unbuttons his shirt to look at the vampire bites. She's stone-faced, and warns him "This might sting" before sticking her fingers into the bites and casting a healing spell. She hopes it'll scar. It does. Louis feels like his wound is being cauterized from the inside- He says he deserved that and worse, and thanks her for healing him.

["I see a lot of bad decisions when I look in the mirror, Ms. Song."]

She asks if he knows how to use a stake, and he makes a comment how they don't really need stakes, we could just go grab some sticks from the woods, and she reveals she has a vampire hunting kit- they then both realize that hey, didn't Markus want to tell us something last night? Louis calls them only for it to go to voicemail, so Song properly gets dressed (hiding weapons under her clothes), and heads over to their house.

She runs into Bob Patterson, who's also on his way to Markus's. They have a short conversation about the HOA meeting happening later that day and she checks his aura during it, seeing a thread from his hand that was stabbed connecting him to Markus. He eventually starts to walk away, and Song knocks on Markus's door.

They answer, Song apologizes for forgetting their proposed meeting last night, and that things are getting complicated. Markus says it wasn't important (it totally was). Then Markus sees Bob and rushes past Song over to him, asking if he needs anything. Bob asks what the next steps for camping trip should be, and Markus invites him in for coffee.

Song texts Fatima, and says she'll be over in ten minutes for coffee.

John arrives at work and sees there's much fewer people at work today- while there were 20 yesterday, there are only 6 now, including himself. Clara isn't there. The manager sees him- "Oh thank god, you're finally here, John- wait John where are you going"- but seeing as how Clara isn't here, the man turns on his heel and just starts walking away.

John heads to the woods to grab a sample for Emmett- The AI said he would like one, and Joe Miller the Park Ranger kept saying yesterday how many seeds were dumped in the park. The place is practically overgrown, and John's distaste for them is clear as he tries his best to step over them- and then at the edge of the woods he sees someone go into the trees. White shirt, black pants, long auburn air- that's Clara. He follows her quickly, not wanting to lose sight of her- it would be harder to find her if he did, with him only being human now. He walks through one of the thorny plant brambles, getting a thorn stuck in his hand, and his hair gets undone from its ponytail.

John ends up in a clearing, and the trees around it are bending away from the clearing, as if to funnel more light into what's at the center of it: a giant flower, with petals of every color and a giant bulb at its center with a split in the middle. There are people standing around it in a circle, swaying slightly with a green tint to their skin. The bulb moves to lay on its side, releasing some kind of scent as it does, and opens up to reveal a mouth full of teeth. One of the people starts to walk into it; John bolts over, tackling them out of the way.

The plant doesn't like that; it screams, and the people all turn to point at John before screaming as well. John, realizing he can't possibly fight/defend himself from all of them the way he is now, scrambles up and bolts out of there- one of the plant's thorn projectiles gets him in the face. He angrily rips a root out from one of the park flowers, and marches over to Emmett's.

Louis, meanwhile, is taking a hot shower. He cries a bit; he always knew he wasn't good person but had prided himself on being good friend, but he’s not even that, since he skipped out on meeting with Markus. Once he's done he looks at himself in mirror ["He sees all the mistakes hes made in his life"]. There's many other scars on his body- he's been shot and stabbed, and there are other bite scars. The one Song left is just the most recent one. Louis gets new clothes on, and goes to Markus's house.

Meanwhile over at their house, Markus makes coffee for Bob, advising him to not touch their bugs; those are their friends. Bob proposes the plan to kill Lestat during the day, but Markus counters that the two of them really shouldn't break into someone's house. They ask why Bob doesn't like the Main Cast; Bob's the second worst person they've ever met, and they want to know why he's Like That. Bob tells them that he's been in this town for 30 years and is very set in his ways; There's all kinds of crazy shit in this town, and as soon as it got to the point where all the crazy stuff left them all alone, new crazy stuff moved in. He just doesn't like change. (Markus says he needs to change or else he'll get left behind and die alone; Bob responds that he's got his wife, and won't die alone if he's with her.)

Bob makes a comment saying he's dealt with vampires before and says they're tricky, and also their weakness to garlic is a myth (Markus silently pulls off a garlic necklace they were wearing and throws it away). They continue to make their plan- Together they'll attend the HOA meeting, and Bob will keep everyone distracted while Markus searches for Lestat's coffin; they're small, and good at not being noticed. They can stake Lestat in the morning.

There's a knock on the door as Louis arrives. Markus greets him coldly, and when he tries to apologize, Markus says they're kinda busy at the moment hanging out with their friend Bob, who realizes who's at the door, marches over to tell Louis they're busy, and slams the door on him. Louis stands there for a moment before starting one of his rambles: "Wow, how are you Louis? Horrible! I got bit, it was a terrible night!" He continues to ramble all the way back to his house, and heads down to his basement, which he's been using as a wine cellar; he gets well-acquainted with the drink down there.

Meanwhile, Song is over at Fatima's house for coffee; She tells Fatima that Markus found some of the melted plastic from Amira's face and had brought it to Emmett (Fatima and her husband have met the man, but he was standoffish and they haven't seen him since), but she was able to cover it up with a lie. Song will let Fatima know if anyone gets too close to the truth.

Fatima wants to know the gossip about Lucretius (which, btw is the name Lestat has been going by)- Song informs her Louis spent the night with him, and Fatima was all "whats the deal with YOU spending the night?" and Song's like "well I didn't know Louis liked having multiple set pieces, so yknow" The two of them agree that Lucretius is pretty; Song said sleeping with him was worth it.

With the conversation going the way it is, Fatima recommends a book series to Song, saying it's very good (a fourth book is being made, she excitedly says) before grabbing the first book off the shelf and showing it to the witch: It's this paperback book called Steam Rising by Lauren Smith, and seems to be about sexy firefighters- the man on the cover looks exactly like Ted, one of the firefighters in town, to the point it's uncanny. The main character even has the same name as him! They agree it's wild, and Fatima suggests maybe Ted served as inspiration for the author, but Song counters that surely she wouldn't use his name for the character? Song learns that the author is actually Greenville's librarian, and makes a note to head over to the library to try and get more info from her; She promises to tell Fatima everything about it.

Song then changes the subject and asks if she can rekindle her friendship with Amira. Fatima pauses before telling her that when Amira was with Song, she was the happiest Fatima had seen her be in a long time. They agree that Song can interact with Amira again and even start up her lessons again, but Fatima has to be there to supervise.

John managed to dig out the hand-thorn on the way to Emmett's and sends Shelby a quick text to check in on her; no response. John shows Emmett the flower, putting it into the drawer, and the AI begins to analyze it; however, as John's filling Emmett in on what happened and as Emmett is trying to make sense of it, red popups appear on the screen. The drawer is rattling, and Emmett yells that the plant seems to be trying to take over the mechanics. The fire alarm goes off, and after a bit of panic it all gets resolved. Emmett offhandedly wonders if he can make a poison from the plant, and then he gets the analyzation results.

["...I've never seen a reading before like this." Emmett looks at him. "It's alien."]

Comments:

We love messy relationship drama! Song you're so petty, girl why the Fuck did you do that

SONG PUSHING HIM AGAINST THE WALL??? MADAM?? I was losing my mind during that part, we love women

John just turning away and leaving is much more funnier if you know his walk to work took him an hour

Fatima loves gossip she's just like me fr

Lauren Smith totally brought the firefighters to life through her books I'm calling it now!!!

When John found the grove all of us (includnig me) were like "Well, nice knowing you John, you might get killed here /lh"

Hey guys do you think if I save Clara I can get a second shot with her- /hj 👉👈

[Little Shop of Horrors theme playing softly in the distance]

[ducknotinarow]

MM Rasey - "Just say it!" - Topic: Canada

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Raphael tried to keep his gaze lowered from the posters that were all over the walls of the school. There was always something posted up on the walls of the school hallways. Announcements, the school bell schedule. If something more eventful was going on, like posters to tell about spirit week dress up announcements. Sometimes random junk done in other classes like art work from the drawing, and painting classes. Sometimes they hung up stuff from the wood and metal shop classes too. Just lots and lots of posters as well like if the wrestling team was going to the championship. Or a dance was coming up and they were looking for students to join the committee for it.

And then there were the ones that Raphael was trying his best to avoid at all cost. It was nearing graduation time. The current senior class would be leaving high school and how did the principal phase it? Starting the steps to the next phase of their life or whatever? He felt a bit lost in the shuffle among the other students who were also leaving the gym once the the school assembly had let out. Raph had left on his own. Not with Casey or even one of his brothers hell not even any of his team mates. Mentally he knew what class he had next so he was just heading for the science hall. Normally it was one of his most skipped classes. He just ask Donnie for help on his assignments for it anyway. Not so much to do his science work for him anymore since Splinter banned Don from doing that altogether and not just for the other kids in the school.

Just as he was trying to recall if this was one of his few classes with an assigned seating though he stopped by the band hall, it was one of the best places to sneak out from. As the name of the hall stated the only real class room down it was where the band kids went for practice and such. Meaning it went kind of under the raider on areas to watch over. Which was real dumb on the schools part. It had become Raph and Casey's usual exit when they wanted to ditch a class or two. So they could instead sneak off to the near by park or what the others who used it as a place to smoke dub it, 'the pit'. Which they normally did about this time, Raphael had thought about lying and telling Casey to go off on his own this time.

Say he had to go to class, blame it on Splinter. Casey would buy that his mom and Splinter could be pretty similar after all and telling them Splinter been on his ass about actually going to class? Well wouldn't be too far of a stretch. And maybe he could just let the science talk drown out everything else in his mind instead? Or? He could do the second option as he started off still making use of the mass of students to hide as best as a bulky teen could well a bulky mutant turtle teen could more like. Making it out the door and walking the usual way to get towards the pit. Was it a smart idea? not really Casey likely saw him anyway or would head here himself. Raph just wanted a few more minutes alone was all. Just thinking back to everything the principal was going on and on about. Till he finally reached the park and slug off his back pack.

Leaning over the top of the half chain link fence that sectioned off the park, He closed his eyes for a moment he just needed a moment of quite just five seconds that was all. Man he wished there was someone to fight, fighting those guys in the auto shop felt so good. Of course, he can't have even just two seconds of peace before hearing Casey's voice. Asking why he didn't wait and such.

Raphael being in a bad mood isn't new, he kind of goes into one over just about anything even if hes far more energetic over all. So the grump act doesn't seem to really work on his boyfriend like it dose his brothers. When he gets all closed off they just ignore him and leave him be. Not Casey. Never Casey. Which could be annoying like now. "Not like we do everything together." He finally answered which was kind of lie, they were pretty much always together after all. Soon as they first found the other at school, they even hooked up on the weekends. Only time they weren't? "Not like we'll always be either." He mumbles out. Which course was bound to get Casey's attention more then the first statement did. "Just forget it alright." Raphael tries to insist but Casey didn't drop it.

Neither of them were like that, when something was clearly up they stuck their noses into the others business even more.

"Just say it!"

"I'm just think about shit from the assembly okay!" Raph snaps with, and yeah maybe it could seem likely. Maybe it made more sense, after all anxiety over ones future once you're made to think about it? Wasn't usually not even for a mutant. Who wasn't really sure what that might mean for him in general. And Raphael kind of wish that's what he was worrying over but it wasn't. He spent enough time before worrying about that before they kind of finally had more options then being shut away in a sewer till they finally died off one by one. That was depressing, but so was the current thought in his mind. "Like when it come time for us to graduate and shit like that, nothing wrong with that i'm allow to think okay! Like do I wanna see if I can become a wrestler with the WWE? Or join in on Rock and Beep's moving services for the rest of my life. Or I dunno how I know this thing between us basically ends the moment we throw the stupid caps up in to the air once they finally say the graduating class shit!"

Raphael hadn't really meant to let that last bit out, the part that's been eating away at him for a good while he just never thought about it but the assembly and everything the principal was saying? It just seemed to hammer this, fear. Right into him. "Do you know how much it sucks to love someone well in the back of your head there is a count down to it just ending one day?" Raph continues to yell, it was always his issue he always went in loud. "But I know how much you love Canada and if anything I understand it even more now. Why you can't let go of it." He just didn't word it but it was obvious because that was where Casey's Dad died. "You say it yourself you want to move back once you can." His voice slowly started to lose the volume. "And I want you too! You always look so much happier when we got to that Canadian restaurant you love, or when you showed me your photos from winter vacation when you went. Doesn't mean it doesn't suck alright."

[cursedcola]

Dorm leaders react to finding reader/yuu crying and overhear them say "I want to go home"?

A/N: Ah. Angst. My specialty lol. I am assuming you want imagine format? Hope so because that's what I am going with. Thank you for the request :)

Note: Idia's is so long. I went so overboard omg. I am sorry. I just think that he's neat.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has seen many people cry, and unfortunately been the instigator for no small number of occurrences. Prior to turning over a new leaf, he was heinously blunt with his criticisms. Everyone knows this.

At the time he thought those people to be sensitive and naïve to the cruel ways of the world. They needed to toughen up!

That opinion lies in the past now. He was a prick. Riddle won't verbally acknowledge it but he knows. There is no need to bring it up because he is trying to change his ways

Key word: trying

You can't uproot years of bad habits and trauma overnight. He has his moments. From freaking out over students not studying, dress coding half the school, lecturing his friends on their diet....nothing too harsh, and no permanent harm done.

"This is not your world MC; 70% is unacceptable for a prefect to score on an exam. Slacking will not be tolerated! What kind of example are you setting for the other students?! Your grades reflect on the school!"

Perhaps he could have taken a moment to think and not let his emotions overcome him. Riddle knew how hard you studied; after all, you came to him for help many times. Each occasion he happily obliged and saw you progress using his study guides

It is why he wanted you to succeed. To show up with a perfect 100 that would be celebrated over sweets

Instead you arrived apprehensive and hiding your test behind your back. Already fragile and he-...goodness.

He sent you off running

Likely to go cower in the library and beat yourself up for disappointing him. Just like he used to do. Great Sevens he is an asshole. Ace is definetly going to rip him to shreds or at least throw his tea collection into the pond

After a brief rest to wash his face in the restroom, Riddle goes to the library and his heart shatters at the sound of sniffles from behind a particularly large stack of books.

"I can't do this anymore...this is too hard...he's right...he's right...he's right...I want to go home"

Sweat pools at his chin and his hands clench into tight, clammy fists. After hearing that, Riddle can't bring himself to interrupt and stands on the other side of the books, silent, and with his head down

He always felt regret and frustration after having an outburst - but all pale in comparison to the absolute shame and heartbreak hurting you has wrought

Leona Kingscholar

"Go home. It's past curfew"

And...no response. You are very lucky that Leona tolerates you, because ignoring him so flat-out would get you two nights in the slammer back where he comes from.

A goody-two-shoes like you never bends the rules, which is why Leona is curious to see you roaming the botanical garden so late. Not going to answer him? Now it's personal and he is your problem.

At first he opts to follow you around. Not for any particular reason, and merely because he wanted to find out if you stashed any secrets in the area

His patience runs thin as you walk up to every plaque and study each plant. You can't seriously be out here at this hour for a botany lesson, can you? Why not do this during the day

Each time you study a plant your mood seems to sour further. For absolutely no reason, at least from Leona's perspective. Not unless you have beef with the flora and fauna - which is impossible. Maybe. He really doesn't know what to expect from you anymore.

Eventually curiosity grows to concern. He's kept himself entertained, following you and leaving commentary once in a while. Yet he can't help but be creeped out with how you move around like a zombie.

With one plant left, he observes as you once again ignore him to examine it...only to let it go and sit on the floor in disappointment.

"So...You're out of plants, what now?"

He doesn't expect an answer after an entire night of nothing.

"I guess I'll go 'home'...wherever that is"

"Finally talking to me, huh? The hell is wrong with you? Do you think it's safe to be out here this late?,"

"Safe? It's just as safe right now as it is during the day"

A part of him screams to shut up and end the conversation there. It's not his buisness and he can just pretend this night never happened.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He can't help it.

"It means that nothing here is like home. Not the buildings, or the people, or the food, not even the plants. You know, where I come from roses grow on bushes not trees. And I don't have to worry about the broom I sweep the kitchen with suddenly taking flight! I want to go home where shit is normal"

Okay. You got him. He definetly wasn't prepared for that level of a stress dump.

What's worse is that he can't comfort you. He wants to. Truth be told, watching you wander through the garden listlessly upset him more than he is willing to admit. Yet he can't do anything, because that level of homesickness is something no one can understand.

"...NRC doesn't store every kind of plant in this garden. We can check other areas tomorrow"

Azul Ashengrotto

"Ah! At last, my food critique is here," Azul glows, clapping his hands when you walk into the room, "The Headmaster has given the Monstro Lounge a great opportunity to market our buisness at the upcoming cultural fair. Our stall's menu must be perfect!"

Azul ushers you inside with a hand on the small of your back and leads you to a prepared table. Truth be told, he could easily taste the new menu items himself or have one of the tweels do it on his behalf. So long as it tastes good, it will sell, right?

Wrong. In exchange for a vendor's slot and location that will actually yield profits - Azul had to make this contract worth the Headmaster's time.

In short, he promised something "never seen before," that would fit the festival's theme. Naturally, he did not do this without a plan. He had one made long before approaching Crowley with the idea.

You. You are the plan. Azul was going to theme his stall off of your world. Neat, right? All he needs is for you to monitor his project for accuracy, which he has already half-succeeded in doing by luring you here to taste test a new menu

"Jade! Bring out the first item," Sweat drips from the side of Azul's head, his inner anxiousness getting the better of him. Perhaps he should have told you instead of making it a surprise? He only had a few dish ideas to build off of from the rare times you spoke of your childhood. Sourcing similar ingredients without any idea of how things should taste was a task in itself. What if he butchers it? Would you hate him?

Jade sets the first dish on the table, and you visibly straighten up in surprise. You eye him in confusion, as if to say 'where the heck did you learn to make this? How?' and he softly smiles, "Go on. Take a bite,"

And you do. You lift a piece of the dish to your face and smell the aroma before taking a bite. A moment of silence passes, and Azul thinks he may have just killed two birds with one stone. Literally. Death to any chance he had with you or with the festival.

"It...it's not quite the same," you stare at the dish in thought, suddenly solemn, "yet still similar. Nostalgic, even. Thank you for making this for me. Truly, thank you"

A mixture of emotions fill him as he signals for Jade to prepare the next plate. Should he take that as a good response? He failed in recreating the dish perfectly, yet you appear content. Sitting there, slowly finishing the meal bit by bit and cherishing every bite.

"You’re welcome. If it suits your taste, we can add this to our permanent VIP menu," he hovers near your side before laying a gloved hand on your shoulder, "just for you"

You reach to lay your hand on top of his, "I'd like that. Sometimes I want to go home, but this? It helps,"

At that, Azul steels himself. Not only would this dish be added to his menu, but he will personally learn how to make anything you every mention from your home. He would make you talk more, and hopefully find a way to carve a place for you in Twisted Wonderland where you will never have to want for somewhere else.

Kalim Al' Asim

"Is that really necessary?"

Kalim pauses - well, to be fair, everything pauses with a flick of his wrist. Dust rags mid-air, sponges amidst cleaning dishes, the broom sweeping the floor, and so the books that were rearranging themselves in alphabetical order.

He hadn't expected you home for hours. Did Ruggie lie to him about you watching spelldrive practice?

Kalim rubs the back of his neck bashfully, and flicks his wrist for everything else to resume motion.

"Oh, prefect! You're home early. I wanted to help you fix up this dorm in return for everything you have done for me! Do you like it?"

A wet mop flies over your head, " I..uhm..yes? Yes, it's very sweet of you to offer but do we really need magic for this? I could have helped," and nearly drenches you in dirty mop water, earning a grimace of disgust.

Kalim chuckles, waving you off and out of the kitchen. He felt bad for sneaking in to your home while you were away, but he wanted o surprise you! Which...also did not happen, but you said he was sweet for it and that is exactly when he decided to stop listening.

A mantra of 'they think I'm sweet!' plays in his head as he sends more tools to clean the house as you both talk.

He makes a joke about how cleaning is easy with magic, and that you can call on him whenever you need help around the dorms. He will happily do it on your behalf

Which...may not have been the best thing to say to a magicless prefect that has been busting their ass trying to survive and be independent in a world where they do not fit in.

Just a little bit insensitive.

Miniscule enough for Kalim not to understand why you're suddenly frustrated with him.

His brow furrows when you plop on the couch an bury your face in your hands with a frustrated sigh.

"Ugh...you just- you don't get it. I swear, all you magic folk wouldn't last a day where I come from...ugh, I want to go home already"

You say the last bit under your breath but he still heard it. Kalim is aware that sometimes he does get ahead of himself, and that he has clearly overstepped a boundary. Normally he is not so hasty, but with you? All he wanted was to do something nice, and his mind was clouded.

He knows better than to flaunt what he has in front of other people. Not everyone has magic or the free will himself and many other students here are lucky enough to have. You've been working hard to be seen for your efforts, and that's something he admires greatly.

One by one the tools fly back to storage for safe keeping. All aside from the broom, which flies into Kalim's open hand. He steps in front of you, and holds the other out to help you up.

"Sorry, hehe. That was rude of me. I still want to help, so can we try again? Your way this time?"

Vil Schoenheit

"What is that thing?"

He had not intended to sound so repulsed. Disgusted? Yes. Just a tad, but there is a fine line.

You quirk an eyebrow at his comment, and follow his line of vision to the make-shift bracelet on your wrist. It was nothing fancy. Just your old shoe-laces put into an adjustable braid.

You tell him as such, and Vil cannot fathom what compelled you to make such an eyesore. He catches himself this time and doesn't voice it as bluntly

But my dear, it completely throws off your uniform. Goodness it's worse than Ruggie's oversized vest that he refuses to tailor.

"They're sentimental and from the sneakers I had on before someone put me in the ceremonial coffin. I still don't know who changed my clothes; and frankly? Don't want to, but at least they left my stuff in there,"

Okay, he understands. A piece from your past is hard to let go of but do you seriously need to wear it around campus? It completely throws off your charm.

Vil has always had a nasty habit of imposing his standards onto others, and so for the rest of the week you find him constantly eying your bracelet whenever he is nearby.

He merely wants to snip it with some scissors, he thinks, ever so tempted one evening when painting your nails.

You are his soon to be lover. Well, once you ask him to be so. Then he will turn you down and ask you himself because (1) he is not one who seeks, but is one who is sought after and (2) he must always have the upper hand despite this mindset

Anyway. You cannot walk around with those dirty laces on your wrist. He cannot accept it despite trying to on multiple occasions.

His compulsion overtakes reasoning, and as your nails are drying he "accidentally" cuts the thin cord holding the laces together with cuticle scissors

Needless to say that you are upset. Much more so than Vil ever could have predicted, and he watches in guilt as you try to salvage the laces with various knots

"I am sorry, my potato. Allow me to get you a new bracelet - "

"There is no new bracelet, Vil. This is from my home. I...I want to go home. This is all I have left and I need to fix it!"

It is not every day that Vil feels regret for his actions. He convinced himself that he was doing you a favor by getting rid of the old thing, but really? He was being selfish and ignored your feelings for what he wanted

He pushes that down, choosing not to acknowledge his fault and silently takes the broken bracelet. With a few strategic knots he has it stable, but it'll take some extra loving to fix properly.

"We can go out tomorrow to get some supplies. With a few beads, I am certain that these pieces could bind a lovely necklace together!"

He will have to be honest about breaking it on purpose, but for now Vil is happy that you have calmed down and are satisfied with his solution. Part of him wants to decipher what you said; however, he'll set that aside and take heed from his previous mistake. Something is keeping you tied to your home, and if he wants you to stay then he'll have to create a stronger bond for himself and this world first.

Idia Shroud

What does he always tell you?

No, not that there is always a catch with 'f2p' games. Well - yes, he does say that but right now we are talking about the other thing

Y'know

That the outside world sucks??? Hello??? He is essentially a broken record, repeating this every time Ortho or yourself try to get him to leave his room

Everything you need for survival can be acquired from one space. Need money? Work remote. Food? Delivery. Entertainment? Does he need to even -

Look. The point is made. Back on topic, Idia has enforced this time and time again. Yet you always insist on dragging him somewhere or going out on your own if he refuses. More often the latter, because you need to find him in a very special mood for him to go out anywhere physically. When you weren't as close, he would let you go off easily. It isn't his job to babysit you? Now though? He is a bit more 'tricky' on the topic.

Idia thrives on your attention. Absolutely adores it. When the CCTV picks you up as you bypass the Ignihyde security, his heart throbs because he knows that you have no other buisness here other than coming to see him or Ortho. Yet...he has issues being honest about this. Normally he'll be freaking out like a normie in his room until you knock, and then he speedily throws on his headset and pretends that he was in the middle of programming something important

Then you do your thing and "annoy," him with your "normie" talk. Tell him all about your day, joke around, play some games, maybe sneak out and get him stuff from the vending machine so he doesn't have to

And then it ends. Either it's late and you have to go home, or you have other plans to attend. Either way, you always extend an invitation for him to join. Just to get some fresh night air or go have some quality people time

As stated prior, at first he did not care. He'd let you go without a peep. Now? He has...ugh, emotional attachments *barf*. He hates knowing that you're leaving him to go have fun with other people, and he also is extremely uncomfortable with you walking alone at night. Did you not learn from what happened to him? Are you asking for a ghost to kidnap and take you as their bride/groom? He won't save you, y'know. He won't!

Needless to say, he is hella paranoid. More so about the second scenario than the first, because at least with other people you're just doing boring things like shopping.

So, Idia does what any sane person in his situation would do...and stalks you by hacking into NRC's security cameras. Just until you're in you’re home, safe, and he can relax. His intentions are pure and you haven't noticed yet. Why stop?

It's odd that on the night Idia begins to think his protective tendencies are unnecessary, that his anxiousness is justified

"What the f*ck?" He nearly growls, seeing three figures lurking outside his dorm, just beyond the entrance. Obviously not any of his students and seemingly waiting for someone.

His suspicions are proven right when you walk out the front door and one of them steps in your way. Idia thanks his past self for investing in high resolution cameras for his dorm, because he's easily able to get a clear picture of their face.

Unfortunately, audio recording is unethical (curse you Crowley) and he can't hear a word that they're saying - but it doesn't look good. Not from how you shrink backwards towards the front door, looking frantically for a way out. Sweat dribbles down Idia's neck as he debates what to do. He's not built for confrontation? But he's dorm leader, so isn't stopping this kind of stuff his job? Okay, but you're not a student of Ignihyde. Shit, you're his "friend" though. If he leaves you alone then why did he bother with all this in the first -

One of the figures grabs you by the collar, and Idia is out the door faster than Grimm when there's a can of tuna on the line. His desk chair left spinning in his wake as he bolts down the halls of his dorm

"Now listen here you little shit-"

"How about you listen ya filthy noob. I will give you three seconds,"

Idia throws open the front door an immediately pries the newly noted Savanaclaw student off you. His hair blazing double it's normal height and dark red, fueled by rage akin to what only Kingdom Hearts can evict from people. His eye begins to twitch just from looking at their false confidence fall apart. Of course, normies are all talk and no act when shit gets rough. What else did he expect?

"We have no buisness with you, shut-in. Butt out,"

"Three seconds. Leave or I will activate our military grade security systems,"

"Wha-"

"Two"

"Dude, you think we care?"

"One"

"Fine! Whatever! Don't think you're off the hook, prefect"

The title is spit out like a curse, and Idia nearly calls his newest project to chase after them ('Cerberus' Robotic doggos meant to deliver mail, but have an attack function. Why not?)

By the time they’re gone, Idia's thoughts begin to settle and his sense of self returns. He's outside, in his casual clothes with no shoes, there's a slight chill, and he's gripping something - or rather someone - tightly.

"Ah! I'msorryIdidn'tmeantotouchyou," he jumps back, his hair turning bright pink and hands shaking from what he did

You cough into your fist, "No prob. You didn't have to do that...I know you hate confrontation," your voice comes out shaky, and Idia's brain halts, "You're crying," he whispers in disbelief.

"What? No. Pssh. You seriously think that could shake me up? Have you seen the stuff I deal with daily?"

He is not convinced. If it were anyone else, he would have left. He can't handle this kind of stressful situation...then again, he normally can't handle confrontation either, but he just did so…

He sighs, inching closer "What...what did they say to you?" he can try. He might regret it, but he hasn't been rational all night.

Your eyes glaze over, likely reliving whatever conversation just took place before your eyes well up, "I know it's not true. I know. I know I can fit in somehow but I just want to go home. It would be so much easier if I could just go home,"

The last of your words are muffled by your hands as you frantically try to compose yourself. Idia doesn't need to hear more. He's intuitive. From what you've said and the way that student spoke your title...he gets it. Which is why he leads you back inside, lets you sleep in his bed, and prepares a special little surprise for those students with the camera footage from earlier. He was planning to stay awake playing video games, why not use his time more ‘productively’?

Idia stands by his words - the outside world sucks. Yet you know what sucks more? Pissing him off, and making one of the only people he has *barf* emotional attachments to, feel the need to leave him and go to another world to feel safe. There is a reason he was placed in Ignihyde, and it wasn't his smarts or reclusiveness.

No. It was his temper.

Malleus Draconia

“Prefect. Does this belong to you?”

Malleus holds out a phone unlike any sold in Twisted Wonderland. At first he thought his technological illiteracy was why he couldn’t pin point the design, so he brought the phone to Ignihyde’s dorm leader. Not even Idia recognized the brand, but with a bit of tinkering he was able to get the phone charged and working (through methods Malleus could not begin to fathom).

The home screen brightened up and soon they found your name in the settings. Malleus was surprised, to say the least. He did not expect you to be the owner of such foreign technology, or for Idia to throw the phone as if it burned him. Something about being a ‘red flag’ and invading your privacy? Eh. Surely there is nothing too concerning inside an old phone.

To be safe, he withholds his curiosity in favor of returning the phone to you. He could not navigate it even if he wanted to, honestly.

He made the right call. The way your eyes sparkle with recognition at the device and take it gingerly from his hands. You twirl it around a few times in disbelief, earning a bemused chuckle from him.

“I found it near the ceremonial hall. Be careful with your belongings or else they may one day end up in the wrong hands,”

You smile brightly at him when the screen lights up, and throw your arms over his shoulders in a hug, “Thankyouthankyouthankyou! I can’t believe you found this for me! I was so worried I lost all my pictures and data,”

You startle him with the physical contact. He definitely did not picture your first hug to go this way. Although he quickly composes himself, returning the gesture albeit with less strength.

He grows curious, “Pictures? Data?” wondering if there really was something worth while in the phone. You pull him at arms length and giddily start tapping away at the screen, “yeah! Having this means I can should you all what my world looks like! Food, people, scenery - oh, I think I have some memes saved too,”

He refrains from asking what a ‘meme’ is, too caught up in trying to understand you. Sure, he expected you to be happy that he found your phone but to see this level of cuteness? Are you missing anything else that he can find?

You hastily show him your phone and begin to swipe through the “camera roll,” as you call it. Once in a while you stop to laugh, explain who a person is or what’s going in in a picture. He soaks it all in like a sponge, committing each face to memory since they’re important to you.

Time passes, and you begin to slow down. Occasionally you’ll stare at a photo longingly, or revisit others to zoom in on faces or pieces of the scenery.

“I wonder if they miss me,” you whisper, and he understands where your heart is. Painfully so.

He stares at your reflection in the phone, wondering how such joy can be turned to sorrow so quickly, “They would be fools not to. You are…unforgettable…to say the least,”

You nod, wiping away a stray tear, “I hope so. I want to go home, but the thought of them forgetting me? Or the people here doing the same…I wish that I didn’t have to choose,”

You will never be forgotten. Malleus can assure you that much. The nickname “Tsunotaro,” will forever haunt him (affectionately) for the rest of his life - and you? He will always care for you, no matter where you go.

He cannot make that choice for you or take away your suffering. Neither does he regret retuning the phone and digging up these old memories. It pains him to see you so heartbroken, but he knows you love that world just as much as this one.

You won’t have to choose. He will find a way to bridge both worlds if it means that you can be happy. Then you can take him to all the places in those pictures, introduce him to the people and things you love - and then? He isn’t quite sure, but it’s a start to a long road of ensuring that you never leave his side.

[doxypsychlean]

Aegon II Targaryen x reader who is manipulative and uses the motherly love he never got to get her own way. They both love each other but in a toxic yandere kinda way 😂

Wrapped around your finger

Yandere!Aegon ii Targaryen x Yandere!Reader

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Warnings: none? pls tell me if I've missed sth

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Aegon and Halaena aren't together in this one. It's also pretty sweet, despite their ?yandere? tendencies.

Oh, he really thinks he's that good.

Then you come around.

You, a lady of noble descent and a member of one of the greater houses in Westeros, are also one of his greatest rivals when it comes to having the worst reputation in all the realms.

At first, it's just harmless fun. Nothing too serious.

But then you become a witness to the way his family treats him.

You work your way into his heart and head. I mean, who in their right mind would miss out on the opportunity of being Queen of Westeros one day, amirite?

He bites the bait pretty quickly.

Aegon is obsessed with the way you shower him with affection and love.

He'd be spending most of his time in your arms, begging for you to tell him how much you love, how unfair his mother is to him.

Alicent hates you at first.

The hatred turns to admiration with time, seeing as you gain complete control over her son and mold him to your liking.

But there's more to what she's feeling towards you- fear. With the way things are going, all it would take is for you to snap your fingers and Aegon would kill them all. For you.

You never do, thank the Gods, and for that you have the Queen's utmost respect and gratitude.

She never lays a hand on him again. She doesn't have to, but she's also too scared to do it.

He still drinks, maybe not as much as he did before, but he no longer chases after the servant girls. As if you'd even allow it to happen.

The first time you realize what you feel for him might be actual love, is when you order for some noble lady to be "displaced" from the Red Keep. You didn't like the way she stared at him. Cue, girly losing her eyes for that one.

He was yours and the only way to get him away would be to pull him out of your cold fingers. And you had no intention of dying any time soon.

Aegon rarely goes out of the Red Keep anymore and when he does, you're always with him. The Prince has glued himself to you, whether you like it or not.

On the rare occasions of you two not being present in the castle, golden scales could be seen shimmering high above King's Landing. Sunfyre loves you, the golden beast could feel the strong bond between his rider and you.

Expect lots of expensive gifts- lavish dresses, the rarest perfumes from Essos, jewelry, books, horses, ginormous bouquets of your favorite flowers, commissioned portraits of you two, gold, sweets, etc.

You want it? You'll have it. Simple as that.

He'd never thought of himself as a jealous man, but the second he sees his brother talking to you and you laughing... All Seven Hells break loose.

Aegon turns into a sniveling, whining mess, hands wrapping around you as if his life depends on it.

All the while shooting daggers at Aemond behind your back, daring him to come closer so he could claw his remaining eye out.

Few soft words from you and he's melting.

You love him. He loves you. Everything is more than fine. He completely forgets about Aemond, who's slowly backing away from you two.

You get married not long after. Neither one of your families is brave enough to say a word against the union, seeing as ...

You absolutely never tried to hide it from the public.

You're all over eachother for the most of it.

Both men and women are dropping like flies around you, if they just as much as stared at either of you for a second too long.

Both yours and his family are equally scared and would rather keep away, than try and separate you.

Word spreads around quickly. You're with child.

Aegon's over the moon. You're his. He's yours. Completely.

The prove pops out not long after. Then another. And another.

He would 100% elbow the midwife in the face if she tries to keep him away from you while you're giving birth.

"My Prince, you cannot..."

"Out of my way, you old hag, my wife is in there!"

He was there while you were making them, he has every right to be there while you squeeze them out.

Definitely cries his ass off when he holds your firstborn.

His tunic is discarded quickly as he holds the small bundle close to his bare chest.

Then he wraps one hand around you, almost crushing your neck with how strong he's squeezing you.

Same thing goes down every single time- he storms in, kid comes out, he's bawling his eyes out at the sight.

You pick the dragon eggs for each and every one of them together.

Aegon's just as obsessed with your children, as he is with you.

Gods forbid someone makes one of his little bundles of joy cry...Heads will be flying in all directions, no matter who they belong to.

Not even the Stranger would be able to pull you apart.

Even in death, you'd find a way to be back together.

[evilvvithin]

I'm curious ッ How do you imagine König under all those covers? 😄 Like...What hair color does he have? What hairstyle does he wear? Does he have any scars? Is he a six-pack guy or more a dad-bod but muscly? Is he hairy? Does he have a skincare routine? And so on 😄

Okay, listen.

I imagine König just as his voice actor, Jim Boeven. König clearly got his eyes so it's safe to assume they just used his face and everything to model him, like other CoD characters. More likely König just looks like him just yonger, with light brown / dark blonde hair because idk why it just suits him in my head. I can't decide if his hair are rather curly or just normally straight but I'd go with short, straight hair. Messy, short hair because they're short he doesn't do much with them in terms of styling or anything but I mean he does care for his hair, he definetly owns more haircare products than just shampoo. Also, ngl, I feel like König would have big corners as his hair goes away a little and he hates it and does everything to slow it. You bet he has lean, muscle body because he's in army for so long. Not super big beefy body builder muscles, but nice abs visible sixpack and he's lean. He might get more dad bod cause christmas time and cookies? Hell yea. He loves food. I already mentioned it in my nsfw alphabet and nothign has changed so he is hairy, but i can see him taking care of his chest so he doens't look like a bear, same goes for the crotch area. He has little more hairy back than others too, imo. He also won't go fully shaved because he's trying to hide the scars he has, not many but few really deep visible ones. (I find scars nothing to be ashamed of but I can see him not being comfortable with proudly showing them to everyone but he would not mind with his s/o or close friends) He does care how he looks and presents himself because he's not fully satisfied with himself, therefore putting more effort in his looks. He totally shaves his face making sure it's smooth all the time and if he has beard, its always perfect length and symetric. He will put cream on his face and hands every morning and if he doesn't use sea or kokosnuss scent everywhere I'd burry myself alive, when I see könig i smell kokos don't ask. Kokos or some strong, expensive parfume because he wants to smell good. You'd find his lips scared too because he bites on them, unknowingly most of the time. I don't think he bites his nails but more than often you find the skin around nails pulled off. He doesnt even realize he's doing it, he just does it from time to time when he gets nervous. He also tries to use lipbalm all the time on his cracked lips but always forgets. Imagining König dressed in anything else than black or army styled pants doesn't click with me, he'd wear some big and comfy tshirt with those. I don't think he cares much about motives he just wants something he feels good in but he 100% owns multiple shirts with his favorite bands. Not wearing sniper hood irl, hes the type of guy to jsut wear scarf all the time (unless its dying hot outside) and he tends to pull it up his lips or even up to his nose. I don't think he wears any rings or necklases and definetly no earrings, they just get in way of his comfy feeling. He also hates tight boxers, random HC. He also got bad tooth or two because he loooved sweets as kid as we came to the conclusion with @brandnewhuman (and he still does but doesnt eat it that much anymore) but he'd still give you nice smile as the teeth wouldn't be visible at all.