#Again I may go back and work on this more at some point

[moonstruckme]

sobbed at my work today because a higher up basically shot down all my ideas to shadow another department because my reasons weren’t good enough. wanting to learn is good enough thank u. (i have like 5 pages worth of reasons btw. in mla format…). feeling better now cuz his reputation is shit apparently but if you have time, could you write something like this with maybe sirius or remus? ur choice. pls don’t be pressured to write.

on the other note ur fics always cheer me up so thank you for your service! 🫡

I'm sorry you felt so put out lovely! Hope you're feeling a bit better now, thanks for requesting <3

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 748 words

You can tell Remus knows from the moment you get home. He sits up in his chair and watches you with sad eyes as you take off your shoes. You must be radiating defeat. 

“Hi,” he says gently. “How’d it go?” 

“We’re not doing it.” 

“Any of it?” 

You shake your head, sullen. 

Your boyfriend gives you a pitying look. “Oh, lovely. Come here.” 

You’re determined not to cry while you go. Not at Remus’ sympathetic tone, or the concerned little dent between his eyebrows, or the stapled pages of bullet points you leave sitting uselessly on the floor by your bag. You breathe slow and controlled as Remus folds you into his side and ignore the heat in your sinuses. 

He kisses your cheek, rubbing it gently with his thumb. 

“What?”

“Did you have a cry earlier?” Remus murmurs. At your questioning look, he explains, “There’s a bit of makeup on your cheek.” 

Your eyes fill up quick and hot. So much for not crying. “I thought I got it all off.” Your voice comes out a jagged squeak. You bury your face in Remus’ jumper. 

“Dovey, it’s okay. It’s hardly anything.” His hand covers your nape, thumb stroking the baby hairs at the base of your head. “What happened, hm?” 

“It was so—so embarrassing,” you sniffle. The words jolt out of you in short hiccups. “He made me feel stupid for even asking. He said none of my reasons were good enough.” 

“None of them? Did he read them all?” 

“He barely looked.” 

There’s a pause, then a small bounce underneath you. You wait for your boyfriend to respond, presumably with sympathy or some thought about how you might be more persuasive on your next attempt. It takes you a handful of seconds to register that Remus is laughing. Breathy, poorly suppressed little chuckles that shake his frame beneath you. 

You sit up to look at him, bemused and maybe a little wounded. He pulls you back in with a hand on your head. 

“Sorry. God, I’m sorry.” Remus kisses your head, still snickering. “I’m just trying to picture this man—you said he was in his forties, yeah? So a man nearly twice your age, needing to put down the low-ranking employees at his work just to make himself feel big.” 

You frown at him. “What do you mean?” 

“I just…” Remus’ tongue pokes into his cheek, a sure sign that he’s trying to keep a much larger grin at bay. “He’s so clearly jealous of you.” 

You feel your eyebrows shoot up. You sit up again, and this time Remus lets you, his hand dropping to your hip. “Of me,” you repeat. You tend to consider your boyfriend rather insightful for a man, but you think he may have finally lost it. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” Remus squeezes your side. His look softens. “I just don’t think your boss’ actions really speak to someone who’s secure and happy with himself, or with his life. He’s a rank above you at a job he’s worked far longer than you have. Meanwhile, you’re younger, and tenacious, and you clearly have all these great ideas. It seems to me like he’s threatened by you.” 

“Oh,” you murmur. “That’s quite sad, actually.” 

“Didn’t you say he was a bellend?” 

Your lips twitch. “I said my coworker said he was a bellend.” 

“Mm, even so. I can’t muster up very much sympathy for him.” Remus kisses the corner of your lips that had moved. “He made my girl cry, so.” 

Your amusement shrivels at the memory. “It really was embarrassing,” you say quietly. Remus looks into your eyes, his own warm and sweet as honey. “I mostly cried in the bathroom, but some people saw.” 

Remus wipes the dampness from your lashes with the tip of his finger. His hand coasts down the slope of your neck to your shoulder and back up again, soothing. “Everyone there knows your boss is an arse,” he tells you. “More importantly, they know you’re smart and that you work hard. I’m sure they riddled out what happened, sweetheart.” 

You press your lips together to keep from crying again. Remus tsks. 

“Even if this bloke is threatened by how good you are, you’re still all those things. It’ll pay off.” 

“You don’t have to say that,” you whisper. 

“I don’t,” Remus agrees. “It will, though. Not every boss you have will be as dense as this one, lovely. It’ll pay off eventually.”

[willwasnotfound]

Other kind of demon

Hello everyone, here goes the next part of this little thing I started, again, thank you sm for the love u all give me, it means a lot to me, rlly!

Again, English is not my first language, so any error of grammar can happen in here lol

Chapter 1

More singing demons.

Y/N stood quietly in there, the men weren't moving, it was like they were analyzing her, searching for something. She was not scared, she could easily run away from them with whatever they tried.

"You're not a human." One with black hair said, it was hard to know that they were different since they were wearing the same clothes, almost as a uniform, the only thing that made them different, was their hair.

"Wow, you deserve an award, you just discovered gravity." Y/N rolled her eyes, demons tend to point out obvious things, but please, they still seemed humans.

"Why are you here? I thought Gwi-Ma just let us out." He spoke again, the other four just stared, as if they couldn't talk.

"Gwi-Ma sent you?" The man nodded, making Y/N roll her eyes, it was probably a bad thing that they were there. "May I know for what?"

The man whit lavender hair growled— literally, getting a slight jump from the girl, he looked more human, but why was he acting like a dog?

"You're not one of us, are you?" One with pink long hair spoke up after that for Y/N's surprise.

"Why would you say that?" She turned around to look that the men started to get closer to her.

"He doesn't trust you, and he don't usually gets agressive with demons." He said again.

"I mean, the 'usually' is key." She shrugged, until she felt a hand on her shoulder, it was the first man that talked to her.

He wasn't dead, she felt that, but still, she noticed some vague memories return to her, making her push him away.

"Interesting, your patterns didn't show up." Oh, so it was for that.

"You're the traitor!" The other pink haired man laughed, grabbing her arm with a grin. "Gwi-Ma will probably do us more favors if we bring you back."

She stayed still, quiet, thinking. She needed to stop remembering, to scape or this men will probably be a problem.

She quickly turned her own body into a shadow, disappearing from the men's gaze to only go to the rooftop of a near house, watching them, her eyes shining, not with gold, instead with a shade of blue.

"What makes you think I would let you bring me back to Gwi-Ma?" She chuckled, the 5 men, concerned about where was she, searched for her, the first one to find her was the one with blue hair, moving to also be on the same rooftop.

"You're weird, how could you even leave Gwi-Ma?" The man started to fight with his claws, useless against the shadows surrounding him, but he was trying.

"Long story, why are you here?" The others quickly joined the 'fight', amusing to Y/N's eyes, since they were trying to get rid of literal shadows.

"Souls, what else." The black haired one said. "And for the hunters, of course."

"Ohh, I get it, he sent me with a similar reason." She maked the shadows disappear, making the one with pink short hair fall as he tried to reach one. "You do know he probably won't do whatever he told you, right?"

"It probably didn't work for you because you never returned." The blue haired chuckled, looking that their friend that was still on the ground.

"Well, there are other ways to survive." She made presence again, her full demon form showing up. "I could show you."

The more demons souls she consumed, the more powerful she got, it was a win-lose situation. She could kill them more easily, at the cost of the voices, she didn't like it, but it was what it was.

The men stepped backwards, doubting about the truth of her words.

"She is a danger for our species." Gwi-Ma told them before letting them be on the human world. "She betrayed us, is one of the hunters, never trust her, I made the mistake to make her powerful, more than I should have."

"You're a traitor to the demons, why should we hear you?" The one that she started to assume was the leader asked.

"That's probably something Gwi-Ma made up so demons won't hear me." She was cut mid sentence.

"He said you're with the hunters too."

Oh well, that wasn't a lie at all.

"Well, that might be true." She hummed, crossing her arms. "But I got rid of the voices, and I think that's not betrayal, it's just- being freed."

"If you're whit the hunters, why would you help us?" The long pink haired one spoke again.

"You are still humans." Her gaze darted to the lavender hair. "At least you still look like ones."

A silence stayed in the place, until the leader spoke up again.

"We're here to do a boy band and get the fans from Huntrix, to destroy the Honmoon." He muttered, her body changing to his human form, being followed by the others.

"As I said, Gwi-Ma send me for the same thing, and that's how I got freed." She did the same, returning to be a human. "If you want to know how, just let me know."

With that, a 'puff' sound appeared and she disappeared, back in an alley, finally letting out her breath, like she wasn't even breathing back with damn.

This could go both horribly wrong or absolutely great.

Hi hello, I’m badly obsessed with Abby now that I think about it, anyway, here my friends, eat, eat

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Pick-A-Card : Your future - Self's messages for getting into a relationship [TIMELESS]

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Your future self is telling me that you have a tendency to become quite aggressive and competitive in your relationship, which is not good for you and your partner. Apart from this, I really see that as a lover, you are someone who would go sea and beyond for your loved ones to protect them. When they need you most, there is no point if you let your ego and aggression come here. For some of you, you need to stop running away from love and let it come towards you. You need to clearly work on these if you want to attract relationships that can make you happy. Although I can see you have worked a lot on many things, and I really appreciate you for that. You need to stop expecting a lot from your relationships. I know that you're not delusional, but you keep a lot of expectations, which may burden your partner, so go without any expectation, but let there be equal give and take. Your future spouse may be a foreigner or may have some different background than yours, but whatever it is, they live far away from you, and most of you may connect through the internet by any means or through some travel purpose. You people must have been with young guys/girls when it comes to dating, but if you don't like it, then darling, somewhere it's possible your future spouse is younger than you by a year or two or months. You may get a proposal within months after you see this reading, but only when you believe you are changing yourself on these things, even if you come back again reading it. Your future self says that you need to take care of your total well-being before getting into a relationship. You should meditate, do breathwork, do yoga, or do color therapy too. For those who may have a crush, they are not the one for you because it's not the right time and you know less about it. You too need to reflect on what specifically you need from a relationship because most of your needs are from your past experiences, not on current or future ones. You may have Mars in Aries, Moon in Libra, Venus in Sagittarius/Taurus, or fire dominant. Basically your ascendant may have a fire degree and the rest I see water signs here too—Scorpio, Cancer, and Pisces.

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Your future Self is telling me that you are sharp minded , practical , but at times you may get rude and cold towards your partner when in a relationship. You may have extremely high standards, but surely you too are someone who is working hard for yourself of course , you will want someone of your level But this is not quite possible easily or you may not get one so the message it to Basically , lower your standards and change your thinking or perception of the guy or the girl you want in your life because in search of getting very high you may end up loosing what you could had. You are quite Stubborn in nature and insecure when You get into a relationship , which is something you need to work upon . You may too have the tendency to question, doubt or get easily scared in your relationship which clearly states either you have slow Self-esteem or you vision the person with you less than what you are which I don't wanna say but is quite toxic from your side but it's okay completely because you can work on it surely . You may too have the nature of controlling and dominating your partner Not letting them have their opinions or freedom in decision mostly wanting things to go in your way . Your future self is telling me that you really need to work on your way of expression like expressing your concern by communicating more with who is with you so there is no misunderstanding , also do you cry alone ? Please don't do that because for someone it may seem that after a fight or disagreement you are not affected like your partner is . You need to walk on this thing where you always hold onto your past or others mistake Because you will be unable to move on and forgive someone or your partner without giving a chance or space of improvement . Do not view or all the time see your relationships with anyone based on your past - heal from it and move on . After you work on these things you immediately attract your dreamt relationship but before that you may attract some money related opportunity before meeting your one and than starts happy changes which are big one ! Some people may have moon in Saggitaurus, air signs in top 3 or may have air and fire signs mix too and Mars in gemini.

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Your future self tells me that often when you get into a relationship with anyone, whether it be your first or any, it comes on, and there is a tendency for things to go quite fast,which needs to be slowed down. There's a rush of things either from your side or the person's. Apart from this, I am getting a message that your insecurities, which are personally rooted in major past experiences, come to the surface level when you are in a relationship, and all these insecurities are related to your suppressed conscious and unconscious mind. Even if not, you need to work on your healing, basically healing your perception about yourself and the way you see things while being with someone. You may also have difficulty in making decisions when you are in a relationship, also in general, because of some confusion that is always there in your mind. There is often a hesitation while expressing your emotions from a deep level. Let me tell you that your healing will be completed with others by knowing and expressing with them. You need to find out and discern who and what is good or bad for you, plus how you can deal with it without affecting yourself. For those who were testing a relationship, this is good news: you will be soon attracting it from 9 weeks to 9 months, and for others, manifestation can be a good way to attract a relationship by also being grateful and happy from the inside, changing yourself, and increasing your vibration and energy to the level where you are attracting a kind of your own. Your emotions are really powerful because what you will feel is what you will attract. You need to forgive and accept your past so you can move on to some new energy, increasing your aura. Make yourself more aware of yourself and take control of things, and then give the control to someone else or your circumstances. You need to bring a bit of confidence and creativity, which will spark magic in your positive thoughts, affirmations, and visualizations. This is a simple message for you: do not always rely on luck and take responsibility for your actions because luck is in your favor from now on. Do not hesitate if you need the help of other people because it's okay, okay? Because also I told you that you will need collective healing, which will involve people and you. A strong no for any relationship you want to go for right now because I have told you you will make one for you rather than chasing one. Reveal your inner self, and also, along with time, the physical mysteries of your life will reveal themselves with each encouraging step you take. You may have strong Piscean energy in you or water, Jupiter, Neptune, or Jupiter in Pisces or a fire sign and Mercury, or it could be in an earth sign.

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Safe Harbor

Synopsis: Naval Aviators need love too. Everyone can learn that, except one.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader, platonic! Daggers x Reader, no physical descriptions, no use of Y/N, readers call sign is Harbor

Warnings: Jake being a bit of a jerk? none really, just fluff

Word Count: 3.7k

The Hard Deck during Navy Week is overstimulating to say the least. Countless sailors pour in at every entrance, the music is played a few decimals higher, and the rowdiness exponentially increases with each round. In seven days time, Penny makes up for any unpaid bar tabs for the entire year and sets aside enough for a vacation and tuition for Amelia. For the regulars, it’s a time of great joy, for the first few days- tension easies from shoulders, old friends are welcomed, and laughter flows out, mixing with the Pacific breeze. However, by the times day four rolls around, people begin to grow weary, craving the calm ease of their regular place again. 

In the corner booth, the Daggers are sorting out who has more energy. Their little group shows a wide variety of exhaustion with the swarming socialites around them. Rooster hasn’t played piano yet tonight, a demarkation that he was pulling inwards for rest. Phoenix is eyeing the pool table, waiting for a break but not willing to go jockey for a position. Hangman and Coyote on the other hand are as lively as ever, challenging some poor LTJG to a game of darts that she is bound to loose. 

“Maybe we should warn her about how ruthless those two are,” Payback breathes out, taking his seat on the stool at the end of the booth as he hands you whatever fruity miracle Penny was able to concoct in this chaos. 

“She’ll figure it out or embarrasses them herself. I don’t have the wherewithal to care right now,” Phoenix mutters more to the ceiling than to the rest of the table. “Are you going to put all of these data points into your spreadsheet, Harbor?” She glances your way with a side eye and a smirk. 

“Nah. Everything may be data but I see no need to boost their ego anymore than it already is by spending pages on them two alone.” You throw a smile her way, settling your back against the aged, painted wood of the booth. 

Being sent to North Island had radically changed your life. It started as a short six-month study the Navy had ordered to understand the emotional components and needs of their elite pilots. You flew with them on training runs, you stood next to them as they were reprimanded, you held their hand during medical exams if they asked- you had become part of them in a way that broke your heart as your original term came to an end. Earning a permanent contract with the Daggers was a second chance at building an enduring life with purpose, helping people with a mission keep themselves from disappearing into the weight of it all, rather than just bouncing around from grant to contract, trying to care for people as well as you could before you were called elsewhere. 

A warm sensation runs from your shoulder down your spine as a familiar cheek bone rests against your clavicle. A soft mop of well kept brown hair tickles your neck as glasses are pulled off and set on the table in between beer glasses and a basket of fries. Your hand naturally reaches to push a loose stand behind his ear, pressing a lingering touch to his cheek as he sighs against you, letting his eyes flutter shut. 

“So tired,” Bob almost whimpers into your shirt as his breathing shifts to a slower rhythm and his heart beats settles as the noise is tuned out.

“I know, honey. It’s okay, we’ll get Rooster to go pull Bagman off his high horse here soon and we can get you back to the barracks for bed.” you promise him. 

“How come Bob always gets your attention first on Hard Deck nights and the rest of us have to stand in line?” Fanboy huffs trying to shove Phoenix from the prime seat of the booth to no avail. 

“Because he isn’t afraid to have everyone else see him cuddled up against Harbor like some of us who are still working though our fragile masculinity,” Payback almost deadpans to his buddy who looks like he is trying to overcome his fear as he gazes at Bob’s position longingly. You meet his eyes with a soft smile before assuring him that there were head scratches waiting for him when you all got back to post.

Out of the corner of his eye, Hangman grimaces across the room to the scene of his team mates, who are supposedly the world’s best fighter pilots, all melting into the side of a woman who doesn’t even sleep with any of them. Harbor was not Hangman’s favorite, that was no secret. The whole squad knew it and heard the sarcasm that dripped from his words whenever he spoke to her, letting her callsign roll off his tongue with a hint of disdain. 

“Why don’t you just swallow your pride and go ask her for something, man. You might not want to fall asleep on her shoulder like Bob but she’ll sit with you in medical and advocate for you when your head is spinning from a concussion,” Coyote clasps a hand on his shoulder as he hands him another beer. “I gotta tell you- it’s a sweet thing to have someone standing up for you and managing all the paperwork when you can’t even think straight. She even submitted my medical claims to my VA file for when I retire.”  Hangman pauses for a moment, throwing a cocky look to the side as he sends a dart straight to the bullseye behind his back. 

“The day I can’t do that, you can take me to Harbor because I will no longer be a man and will have reverted to my infantile state of needing cuddles.” His eye roll is caught from across the bar as the rest of the Daggers holed up in the booth are making their quiet escape towards the door. Rooster moves you to walk on his opposite side, protecting you from the loathing emitting from the other side of the bar.

“Find your own way home, Hangman. Coyote, move it or loose it,” he hollers as he pushes the double door open for you to walk under his arm, Coyote shrugging and jogging to catch up with the rest. For a moment, Seresin considers that it would be nice to have someone to tell gruff Navy doctors to be gentler. He shakes the thought out of his mind, painting a flashy smile on his face as he walks towards the bar, but the loneliness settles on his chest. 

-

The first six months with the daggers had been strictly business- mostly. They might be phenomenal pilots but you were phenomenal at identifying their needs and articulating that in a way the Navy would be confident investing resources into meeting. You were calculated. Everything was data that could be leveraged. You flew with them and saw what control didn’t sitting in Comanche miles away. You wrote down the twinges, the jumps, the bruises, and handed the detailed list to them all before medical appointments to make sure they were taken care of and everything was documented. You reminded them all how closely mental and physical condition tied into their ability to fly well and to come home. 

While they struggled to trust an outsider, one day stood as the fulcrum between weariness and full embrace. The anniversary of Goose’s death was a silent day of remembrance for the Daggers. Everyone was kinder, flew softer, and stood closer after they made it back safely. No one spoke about it but it was obvious- everything was weightier. Their wingman was mourning his father and fellow aviator. They were faced to deal with the realities of their job- that even training wasn’t safe. You didn’t know what today was as you sat on the tarmac, watching what was supposed to be the last few maneuvers before your contract ended. 

Every movement was textbook. Without flaw. Like the sorrow was making them all fly better to honor the day. You were captivated by the soliloquy being painted before your very eyes. Suddenly, Roosters jet lurched and seemingly began to drop out of the sky. Your feet were under you in a second as you watched- you had no radio to understand truly what was happening- the scene unfolding like the climax of a blockbuster film. From start to finish, the whole ordeal was a total of 23 minutes but it felt like hours gripping your necklace as you watch him skillfully land a smoking plane. 

The runway became a blur of crew as they covered the aircraft in foam, Rooster climbing out as fast as the blood in his eyes would allow. As he stumbled to the ground, you ran to meet him, pressing your hand to the gash on his forehead. Your eyes meet the blown wide brown of his own, whispering quiet nothings as you waited for the medics to arrive. You stayed until they pulled you away from him. You followed him to medical. You sat in a chair in the corner of the room during debriefing. You watch the hollow look settle on him as Phoenix tried to push a plate his way. You had gone before him and set out a towel and fresh civies for him in the locker room. 

They all noticed. They noticed your lack of questions. They noticed the way you didn’t leave ever, even when your work day was done, even to wash off the blood you had accidentally smeared across your neck and shirt. They noticed how you didn’t eat, but sat beside him with a tote bag with snacks for whenever he was ready. They noticed how you read him, how you saw that this was deeper than a training incident to him. You didn’t even know the gravity of the day, yet you were kind and present. 

Rooster had wandered into the briefing room instead of to his bronco to head home after his shower, sat shrouded in darkness, with the glow of his original training run emitting from the projector. You pushed the door open gently, with controlled movements as to not startle him. His face gave him away- he was fighting back tears- as you sat in the chair next to him, pulling your legs up to your chest. Heartbeats and shallow breathes are the only sounds filling the quiet room. Your fingers carefully reach for his own, gingerly lacing your hands into his rough, calloused ones that were aching from the pressure he put on the throttle earlier. He grasped onto your hand like a lifeline, your head coming to rest between his shoulder and jaw. The tears he was holding back fell like rain, splashing onto his lap. You didn’t move until Rooster did, nor did you speak until he did. 

The Daggers however watched carefully from the small window in the door way, entranced by the vulnerability and safety of the moment. Hangman stood at the back of group, gritting his jaw, as jealousy crawled up his throat.

“It’s like she’s a harbor for him. Right there, he is safe from the storms,” Bob whispers without much thought to the profoundness of what he is saying. 

The next morning, her helmet that she always wears is painted with Harbor- her own callsign. Two weeks later, her permanent contract is signed. No one talks about how she got the name, but they all know. Just as no one talks about the paint matching her helmet that dots Payback’s backpack, but they all know.  

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Habits form slowly but surely. You still keep sections of your notebook reserved for each of the Daggers- things they need, pictures of great moments, their preferences, their allergies. You manage their appointments and documentation. You make them cakes for their birthdays and accompany them to less than desirable meetings. 

They all lean on you in different ways. Rooster asks you to help him find all the Naval documentation on his dad. You compile it into a book as if Nick Bradshaw was the most important figure in history. You hold his hand as he looks through old pictures and let his tears fall into your hair tangled under his jaw. On his parent’s birthdays, you make him their favorite dessert- key lime pie- and he swears his own mother handed you the recipe as a final “I love you” to her little boy. 

Phoenix wants a will. She wants to lay out what she wants to happen to her if she can’t make her own medical decisions. She wants to make sure her nieces are taken care of if Auntie Nat cant be there to protect them. You are the one that takes her to the Jag Officer and helps her walk through it all. On dress blue days, you straighten her ribbons on her uniform and brush her hair before pulling it up into a regulation bun so she can focus on other things clouding her mind. 

Fanboy is the one that just comes out and asks it one day as you sit in the ready room. Barely above a whisper, “Harbor, would you let me sit between your legs and you’d scratch my head like my mom used to?” You smile and grab his hand to settle him on the floor in front of the couch. He almost whimpers as your fingernails lightly scratch along his skull. He anchors himself by planting his hands on your feet. He dazed, but at peace, when he hears Mav call his name across the radio.

Payback wants companionship. You do laundry with him- not for him. You make lunch with him- not for him. A wingman keeps him stable, keeps him moving, and you will do anything he needs, no matter how seemingly common place or boring. Sometimes, when he has run out of chores, he comes and does yours alongside you. Hence the beautiful backyard entertaining space you have- two people happy to laugh together can get a lot done. 

It starts with Coyote’s trip to medical. But what he leaves out when he tells Hangman about it is that you held his hand, letting him cringe as they stuck him over and over again. Jake Seresin has no business in knowing that he does not like needles. You go with him to every appointment, including his terrifying hearing appointment, and kiss his forehead for being brave. He takes you to lunch after every one, always off post, so he can talk about whatever is on his heart. 

Bob is the first one to fall asleep on you. He is gentle and free with his affection, but the Navy offers little expression of that so he takes full advantage of your soft arms and welcoming spirit. He falls asleep on your shoulder, tucks his head in your lap when they are forced to fly Space A somewhere, and crumbles to his knees when you run your hands through his damp hair when he steps out of his jet. 

Everyone leaned on you- except Hangman. He keeps his distance. He makes sure his hand never brushes yours even when handing you a file, as if any contact will burn him to the ground. Never sits close enough to accidentally lean his head against yours. You don’t push. Cockiness and vulnerability rarely go hand in hand. His snarky comments about weak people needing hugs and company roll off your back like a duck in water. Others on the squad aren’t as easily unbothered, and one particular comment led to Payback’s class ring leaving a blooming bruise under Hangman’s eye. 

To no ones surprise, you were the first to get him ice. 

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A hesitant knock jars your attention from the book in your blanket covered lap. For a second, you don’t bother to move. Three am is the hour of odd noises and no reason to unwrap yourself from the coziest chair in the chilly house. A second knock has you rising with the blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders. In hindsight, wearing one of Natasha’s old pt t-shirt and shorts was not the wisest idea during the winter in your drafty cottage but its not like she or Bob or Rooster or whoever is at your door will care- they all will share a blanket in a heartbeat. 

The doorknob turns and your breath catches in your throat as your eyes land on Jake. 

Not Hangman. Not Lt Seresin. Just Jake. 

He looks small standing before you, with his hands in his pockets, his eyes rimmed red, and shoulders hunched as if he will be scolded for being here. His pupils trail up to meet yours, his lip quivering. Your heart breaks into pieces watching a scene you never thought you’d see. 

There is no pride, no cockiness, not a hint of a smirk. Not even one comment about the blanket around your shoulders or the fact that you are awake at this hour. 

“I-I’m, I-know,” his voice cracks. He rubs his hand over his face and cards through his hair as he shifts his weight from one foot to another. Taking a deep breath to pull his voice together as best he can manage, he continues, “I know I am an asshole. I know I shouldn’t be here but-“ his voice breaks as he looks down at his boots, “I-I just needed to be held, and you do it for them.” His eyes meet yours again as a tear runs down his cheek, “I thought maybe you’d do it for me?” 

You are stunned to see him. Here. Like this. Asking for such forbidden things, well, things he has classified in his own mind as forbidden. In the beginning, you believed he was scared of seeming weak and that was what kept him from ever asking for any help. But as time moved on and he grew colder and colder towards you despite the squad becoming more welcoming and loving, your perception shifted. He must have just loathed you in particular.You had tried to be as kind and open as possible, tried to give him space but tell him he was valued just the same even if he didn’t want any fan fare around it. If anyone else had been in your job, he would have reached out, but it was you that was stopping him. 

You hesitated too long. The smallest ounce of hope that was resting on his chest had been reduced to nothing more than a pile of dust at his feet. New tears are forming as he takes a step back and alarm bells are going off in your brain that you are missing a moment with him.

“I-I’m sorry. I sh-shouldn’t have come here. Good-“ before he could finish his sentence, your hand wraps gently around his wrist. The sensation of soft skin against his own cuts his words off as he focuses on the warmth spread across his arm. 

“Jake,” you whisper, eyes softening as he meets your gaze, “I am glad you’re here.” With a gentle tug, he follows you into the darkness of your living room, illuminated only by the small lamp and candle by your reading chair. His eye wander across the walls and to his surprise, he sees a photo of just him framed next to pictures of everyone else in the squad. He had never given you an honest smile, yet he was on your wall. 

His world collapses as he feels your arms reach up and wrap around his neck, fingers toying with the base of his hair. He instantly melts into your arms, the blanket that covered you dropping to the ground and his tears soaking through your shirt. He is crashing into you like a wave, like a rogue jet. It’s all sorrow and pain pouring out as he sobs into you. Your feet move to balance his body weight on your frame. 

Time passes in a blink. Neither of you is sure of how long you stand there before you speak, “Come on, honey. Let’s go be a bit more comfortable.” He is pulled gently down the hallway until he is ushered in to a bedroom. 

“No no no, thats not what I came here for, I swear,” he is trying to convince you through a tear clouded voice. Standing before you was the most honest he has been with someone, the most vulnerable, in a very long time and he’d be damned if he messed it up now.

“Relax, Jake. It’s okay,” you coo as you gently remove his jacket and push him lightly to sit on the bed. You unlaces his boots, his eyes staying trained on your movements. The blankets are pulled back, the empty side of the bed patted to urge him to join you. He is hesitant, eyes flickering, an internal debate raging. “You asked to be held. It’s the first thing you have asked from me in over a year. Please. Just let me hold you, Jake.” you whisper. 

He folds. Of course he does. His physical body was entranced by the feeling of a hug that wasn’t from a battle buddy or laced with expectation. His body crashes into your arms, head tucked on your chest and legs gently intertwining with yours as you pull the covers up around his shoulder. Your fingers dance along his spine and run through his hair, his breathing slowing against your heartbeat. 

“Is this the part where I have to tell you why I am crying?” his voice muffles against your shirt. 

“Not if you don’t want to, sweet boy” comes the reply, punctuated by a kiss to the forehead and his heart rate evens out. Outside of these walls, he is Hangman- the only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air to air kill, cocky ladies man with a killer smile. But here? In your arms? He is just Jake. He is loved. 

He wants to never have to hear it from the squad about this but now that he knows how good this feels, he can never live without it again. As he drifts off to sleep, lulled by your steady breathing, he can’t believe he didn’t take advantage of his safe harbor earlier. 

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I love when people request from me, so you don't have to feel sorry.

Reader may be OOC since I wrote this when sleepy.

Mafioso x Eternal Sugar Cookie!killer!reader

・With you being quite powerful, manipulation skills and the ability to fulfill anyone's dreams within your domain, even Mafioso had been scared of you at first. You met him when him and his minions had accidentally entered, and you greeted him with a sweet, slightly sleepy smile on your face. He didn't ask for much, which surprised you, and left immediately. You thought about it almost all the time after that. Why didn't you stop him? Why did he leave so easily? Why didn't he ask for anything? You weren't feeling negative about it, unlike when most people left... After all, you had a feeling that you would meet him again one day.

・And that feeling you had was correct. You had been transported to the killer's cabin. When he saw you, he attempted to try and talk to you, wondering how the one who put him in that realm was inside of the purgatory as well. You didn't reveal much, but you certainly intrigued him. Your sleepy, calm voice with a hint of seduction... That elegant, fancy outfit in contrast to the place where you are currently... Your mysterious, sweet way of hiding your true self... He wanted to know the real you. Whether that gentle, flirty person he knew was or wasn't the same as they appear.

・How he confessed... Moreso how you confessed. Your head was in his lap as you took a nap, tired from the round of killing survivors before smiling and looking up at him. You chuckled softly, holding one of his hands to your chest as you spoke. "You, my dear, are quite the enticing man. I'd like to be by your side... As a lover." A pink tint had went over his nose and cheeks, but he cleared his throat before nodding, pulling your head up to give you a gentle kiss. You had tried to continue that nap once you were in an actual bed, but... How could you sleep after that?

・Mafioso most likely knew that you were feeling slightly embarrassed, despite your work of a personality. At that point, he knew you didn't get out much, and didn't have a lot of romantic experience, only giving it to others. But he did show you that he cared, even when busy, whether it be buying you fancy gifts, maybe spending some time with you on the porch or holding you close when cuddling (or vice versa by your decision), he'll always try his best to make sure it's give and take for you, not just give.

・After that stage of your relationship with Mafioso, you became the more dominant one in the relationship. When he came back to the cabin, you'd gently go behind him and put your hand on his cheek, praising his work. You'd start being the big spoon during cuddle sessions more often, with Mafioso getting to be so every week or two. While he still does a lot of things for you, he knows you enjoy spoiling him and making him happy... Despite the fact he can do it to both you and himself.

・Mafioso finds you absolutely gorgeous and beautiful. He'll spectate you as a killer, admiring your work. Luring the survivors, giving them both healing and a false sense of hope... All to kill them. Mafioso admires the gracefulness of your attacks, and how you turn something seen as horrifying and brutal (Which it is.) into an elegant work of art. At least in his eyes.

・(ANGST-COMFORT) When Mafioso had complimented how you gave those survivors a false sense of hope and how it was a wise idea, you were confused. When he explained how manipulating the survivors was a good move, the conversation had escalated into a bit of an argument. After a few hours, he finally tried to go talk to you, and knocked on your door. When he sat down, trying to understand your anger, you had explained how you just want those survivors to be happy, and killing them is a way for them to not feel anymore pain. He hugged you, rubbing your head as you sobbed, until you tell asleep.

・Dates between the two of you are always sweet. A bit expensive, but sweet. He'll take you out to a nice dinner, or go clothes shopping for the two of you. But if the date doesn't have money spent, then he'll take a long walk in the forest with you, occasionally picking a flower to put in your hair. But if you're the one planning the date, then you'll take him to the living room, laying his head on your chest and turning on a movie. You don't know many places due to being cooped up in your realm for so long. But, it's always quite comforting.

・Since you can get quite obsessive at times, Mafioso will have to remind you he wouldn't leave you for the world. Even with that, you can get quite jealous. Seeing him talk with Chance, maybe Guest 1337... It angers you. Whenever you get jealous, he'll take you to his room, letting you decide to be either the big or little spoon, and gently reassuring you, rubbing small circles on your arm and smiling softly.

・If you two were killing together, rest assured, all the survivors are most likely dead. You'd lull them to lose their guard (The admins and Guest 1337 are pretty hard to convince, though.) and Mafioso would come in and easily kill them. If either of you were stunned, the other would protect. When the survivors see that you and Mafioso are the current killers, they'll know they're probably dead.

I made this while having a cold. And also... Another new crackship. Eternal Mafia?

[lalachat]

"Shadows and Scandal"

Author's note: Hey y'all!!! My heart is so happy seeing all the likes, reposts, and comments on chapter 1 🥺 I was planning on releasing chapters weekly, but with all the love, I figured why not post chapter 2!💞 My life is about to get very busy as it's finals week for my summer course on top of starting up work again! Do not fret! I have been up till 3am almost every night, cranking out chapters while I can, so y'all can have a frequent release schedule!!! This was supposed to come out on Saturday, but I'm too excited for y'all to read this story. Eventually, once this story is done, I'll be doing a REWRITE for "And There You Were." I think I've yapped long enough for this note... ENJOY CHAPTER 2!!! Depending on how this goes, I may release 3 early as well before doing a weekly release after.

Summary: It's your first morning as Azriel’s wife. It begins in unfamiliar silence, but curiosity, some practicing, and a plan to fool the Inner Circle start to unfold. Will you keep the act up, or will the lines start to blur?

Word Count: 2,581

Chapter 2: "We Don't Pull Away"

The bed was cold when you woke. You must have fallen asleep at some point from the exhaustion of yesterday.

The morning light seeped through the windows of your bedroom, as the house remained silent. No footsteps, no wingbeats, or any kind of movement. He was gone for training.

You got out of bed slowly, took your potion, wrapped your shawl around your shoulders, and stepped into the hallway, the wooden floor creaking underneath you. You decided that you would see what the kitchen had in store, but something stopped you. You had almost missed it when walking past it... Azriel's door was cracked open.

You hadn’t intended to snoop. But his room carried that faint scent of smoke and cedarwood, and it tugged at you.

"Just one look," you told yourself, "Not to judge. Just to understand him better."

You pushed the door open gently. The room was clean, like the rest of the house, but it wasn't lifeless. It was Azriel, through and through. Everything had a purpose. A simple bed with dark linens, made tightly and without wrinkles. A dagger sat on a nightstand, balanced atop an old book of Illyrian tactics. The windows were slightly cracked, letting the breeze carry in the scent of river water and pine. And then, you saw it. Sitting half-hidden beneath a leather-bound journal on his dresser was a folded piece of parchment.

You picked it up with hesitant fingers, unfolding it carefully. It was a drawing done in pencil. The archway from your wedding. The flowers. A faint outline of two figures standing beneath it, holding hands. You could tell it wasn’t drawn by him, as you knew your High Lady to be quite the artist from the stories people told about her.

The parchment was creased as if it had been handled often. The wedding had only happened just yesterday... how much had he been looking at this? Your chest warmed at the thought before tightening. The sound of footsteps getting closer.

"Shit, He’s back."

You quickly folded the sketch, slid it exactly where you’d found it, and quietly slipped out of the room.

You barely made it into the kitchen before you heard the sound of boots being knocked clean outside the door. You didn’t look back. Instead, you busied yourself with making a small brunch. You put the kettle on the stove, sliced some fruit, and grabbed some bread from the breadbox.

You moved quickly, hoping that you did enough to make it seem like you've been here awhile.

Behind you, the air shifted. His shadows were lurking about, surveying what was going on. They curled into the room like mist before reporting back to their master. You reached for the pan and gently put a slice of bread on it. You could feel his eyes on you now.

"Gods, did his shadows catch me earlier? Did he know I was snooping?"

You turned, only to find him in the doorway, freshly back from training. His shirt was damp, muscles more pronounced, the morning light catching every sweat drop, making him look like he was glistening. You froze for a second too long as the smell of something burning broke you from your trance.

“Shit—” you muttered, spinning around and flipping it just in time, but not before the edges blackened.

Azriel’s voice was low behind you. “Good morning.”

You exhaled, cheeks flushing. “Morning.”

You felt him step into the kitchen, not close, but closer than before. You risked another glance at him, and Cauldron save you, he looked unfairly good. Smirking just slightly as he sat at the table without another word. You placed a teacup in front of him before going back to grab the kettle.

"Tea?" you asked gently.

"Sure," he replied as you poured him a cup before returning to the toast.

"You sleep okay?" Azriel asked as if he were trying to create some sort of small talk with you.

"Yes, quite well," which was a lie, but he didn't need to know that, "You?"

Azriel hummed. “Didn’t sleep much.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder. “Is that normal?”

Another sip of tea. “Yes.”

You nodded, unsure what to say next.

The last piece of toast was done. You plated it with some fruit, brought it over, and set it in front of him before taking your seat across the table.

He picked up a slice without complaint. You waited for a comment about the darkened edges, but none came. Instead, he took a bite.

“Not bad,” he said mildly, though the corner of his mouth twitched.

You raised a brow. “It's bad, isn't it?”

“It’s better than anything I would’ve made.”

“You’re being polite, you don't have to eat it if you don't like it..."

He looked at you, really looked, and for a moment, the shadows seemed to pause too. “No,” he said, quieter now. “I’m being honest.”

Your heart fluttered as you took a slow sip of your tea. "So, what's with the dagger by the breadbox?"

He only shrugged. "Habit. In case someone breaks in while I'm making tea."

You narrowed your eyes slightly, "Is that normal?"

He smirked behind his cup, "You'd be surprised."

You laughed quietly before clearing your throat, as if it weren't allowed. I mean, you had only met him yesterday.

“So… about tomorrow.”

Azriel's gaze met yours, expression carefully neutral.

“We’re meeting the Inner Circle, right?” you asked.

“Yes.”

You swallowed. “Do they know? About us?”

He shook his head. “Not yet. Rhys thought it might be… easier if we told them together.”

You arched a brow. “Easier for who?”

Azriel didn’t answer right away. His gaze dropped to his tea. “They’re close. Protective. And not great with surprises.”

“So we lie?”

“No,” he said firmly. “We just… omit. Until it makes sense to explain.”

You nodded slowly, unsure how that sat with you.

“I don’t like pretending,” you said after a pause.

His eyes met yours again, this time more open. “Neither do I. But they’ll ask questions. And unless we have the same story…”

“…we’ll drown in their questions,” you finished. Azriel gave a soft nod.

You leaned back in your chair. “Alright. So what is our story?”

He tilted his head. “We’re allies, trusted by Rhys. Pressured into a political arrangement, but willing to make it work.”

Your lips quirked. “So… no love story?”

Azriel’s jaw tightened, just barely, but you saw it. “Not yet.”

Not yet... You blinked, heat crawling up your neck at the words. He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did, but pretended not to. You reached for another piece of toast, more for something to do than to eat.

“So we just… act like we’re figuring out the terms,” you said, "separate rooms, polite smiles, no real closeness?"

Azriel cut in. “They’ll pick up on that too easily. It’ll look like we’re hiding something.”

Your brow rose. “So what do you want to do, you want to fake affection?”

His voice was calm. “I want it to seem natural.”

You blinked, "natural?"

Azriel leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “If we’re trying not to look like we care, it’ll draw more attention. They’ll poke. Ask questions we’re not ready to answer.”

You swallowed. Now you are seeing why he's the spy master. He thinks everything through so thoroughly. “So we pretend we’re closer than we really are?”

He nodded once, slowly. “Close enough to keep them from looking too hard. Close enough to protect the truth.”

You stared at him, heart beating a little too fast at the sight of him looking at you with an understanding of why you had agreed to this. But you had no understanding as to why he agreed. I mean, surely it's deeper than needing to fend off someone's advances.

"Azriel," you said softly, "tell me why you agreed to this?"

He didn’t look away, but something behind his eyes shifted, like he was trying to keep unwanted emotions at bay. He set his teacup down with careful precision, the clink against the ceramic loud in the quiet room.

“For the same reason I agree to most things,” he said at last. “Rhys asked me to.”

You blinked. “That can't be your answer,” you said.

“It’s the truth.”

“No,” you said, sitting up straighter, “it may be part of the truth, but it’s not your reason. Rhysand offered you this match, but he didn’t force you.”

Azriel was silent for a moment. The shadows around his shoulders curled tighter, as if they were wanting to break free but were being restrained by him. The air grew thick with tension as the conversation changed. After a moment longer, he finally spoke.

“I know what it’s like to be cast aside. To be seen as a burden. An inconvenience. A mistake.”

You said nothing. You didn’t dare interrupt, but you felt the emotion behind his words.

“So when I heard…” His voice faltered just slightly, a roughness creeping in, “When I heard what your father was planning to do... I figured maybe… maybe I could be the one who didn’t turn his back.”

Your throat burned. Tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I don’t care about the rumors that will come of this,” he added, “I just wanted to give you safety and a choice.”

You swallowed hard, trying to quickly blink away the tears. The intensity of his words cut through you like the damn dagger by the breadbox.

"Thank you for telling me that," you said as you awkwardly shifted in your seat, picking at the slightly burnt toast in front of you. He nodded in response. "So, we just need to pretend like we're close?"

"Precisely, just enough that no one will think to pry."

You gave him a puzzled look. "Which means what exactly?"

He took one last sip of his tea before he spoke. "Occasional touches, lingering glances, smiling at each other just enough, you know, the simple things."

You tried to hide your surprise at how nonchalant he is about the situation. "Right... the simple things. And if someone asks when it happened?"

"Just say that it was a fast but necessary decision. A quiet union made with the blessing of the High Lord and Lady, strictly for political reasons."

You stared at him, "You're rather good at this."

He shrugged, "It's not my first lie."

You felt uneasy about that comment, but nodded. “Okay, so we married… quietly. For political reasons. We’re still figuring things out, and it’s going well.”

He met your gaze. “It is going well.”

You gave a soft, sad smile. “That’s the first lie we’ll tell them.”

Azriel nodded as he stood and offered you his hand. “Come on, if we’re going to pretend to be close tomorrow… we should probably start practicing.”

Your breath caught. “Practice? Practice how?”

"Yes, practice..." he said, not meeting your eyes. "We need to get used to being… close.”

It began simple enough. He showed you how to stand near him, not too rigid, but just enough that your shoulders or hands might brush.

“People notice tension,” he said, voice low and calm. “The kind that comes from pulling away. We don’t pull away.”

You stood in front of him, arms at your sides, and tried not to look like your heart was beating out of your chest. How he was speaking so calmly was beyond you. He reached for your hand slowly, giving you just enough time to move. When you didn’t, he took it gently in his. Your fingers curled instinctively, holding his just a little tighter.

“Like that?” you asked, trying to breathe normally.

He nodded. “Yes. This looks… real."

Later, you practiced sitting on the couch. Not quite touching at first, but slowly inching closer. You laughed awkwardly when his wing accidentally knocked a book off the table, and he grumbled something about his wings and "spatial awareness", but saw the faint smile on his lips.

Next, he showed you how to loop your arm through his as if it were second nature. You showed him how to tilt his head toward you like he was listening, like what you had to say actually mattered. You also walked through the kitchen once, slowly, with your hand resting lightly at the base of his spine. That one undid him a little, as you felt it in the way he paused mid-step, but he said nothing.

By the time the light in the cottage dimmed, you found yourselves sitting beside each other on the couch again, this time with his hand resting lightly over yours where it lay on your thigh. It was almost dark. You hadn’t noticed.

Azriel finally broke the silence, his voice low. “We should consider… appearances.”

You turned to him. “What do you mean?”

“If they ask, and believe me Cassian might ask, where you sleep… it might be better if the answer doesn’t raise questions.”

You swallowed. “So we lie?”

Azriel’s eyes met yours. Steady. Careful. “We prepare. We don’t need to do anything. But we… share a room. Just for the night. Just in case, so that our answer feels less like a lie."

Your heart was in your throat. “And the bed?”

“We can stay on opposite sides. I won’t touch you.”

You weren’t sure why that made your chest ache, but you nodded. “Okay. Just for tonight.”

You stood together, quietly moving down the hall. He paused at the threshold, letting you enter first. You didn’t look back to see if he followed. You already felt the warmth of him behind you.

You paused just inside the room, glancing toward the bed, then back at him. “Um… I need to change.”

Azriel’s eyes widened slightly, then immediately darted to the floor. “Right. Of course.” He turned his back so fast it was almost comical, shoulders suddenly very straight. “I’ll, uh… I’ll stay right here.”

You bit back a smile. "Azriel, I can just go to my room to change..."

He froze. You swore you could see the gears starting to turn in his head. "Right! Yes. Of course you can," he sounded horrified with himself. “I didn’t mean you had to—Cauldron, I wasn’t asking you to—gods..."

You were already halfway out the door, laughing softly to yourself. "Relax, I wasn't going to strip in front of you."

"I wasn't trying to make you think you have to!" he called after you, still feeling mortified. "I just... this whole fake-marriage bed-sharing situation is already weird!"

You briefly peeked your head back into his room, "You're adorable when you're flustered, you know that?"

He groaned and flopped onto the bed. "Oh please leave me with some dignity."

You just smiled at him and went to your room, slipping into a simple oversized shirt with shorts. When you returned, you found him under the covers with his arms crossed over his head.

"You're doing a terrible job of looking unbothered," you laughed. "Recovered from the meltdown?"

"Barley," as he gave you a look of "don't test me."

You slipped into the bed beside him, careful not to brush his side. “You sure you’re okay sharing a bed with me now that I’ve scandalously not changed in front of you?”

Azriel stared up at the ceiling, deadpan. “I’m barely surviving the disappointment.”

You giggled and turned onto your side, tucking the blankets up around your shoulders. “Night, Azriel.”

A pause.

“…Goodnight, Y/N.”

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Post author's note: This has only been published for like 10 mins, but I have a question! Do y'all enjoy the songs to help with the overall vibe? Or is it like "eh, I don't really care imo." BE HONEST! I'm a big girl, I can handle truths.

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Things that went through my head while watching this episode (in 2025!)

--Everybody's faces in this arc are dough. It was Gotouge's dough period. Dough and googly-eyes. And some more tongues and teeth than usual for fun. Gotta keep pushing Zenitsu to more powerful levels.

--And Ufotable was like, "Maybe Sensei can get away with this in little tiny manga panels, but we are known for how hard we go on animation. Uhhhh..."

--"Don't worry, we can do this. We are going to honor the dough faces. We are gonna honor those bug-eyed dough faces so hard. Enough to justify 8 whole episodes of runtime."

--"Yes, but how? By slowing everything down? By adding filler?"

--"By... by drowning Zenitsu!!"

--"OHHHH!!!! Shimono-san will surely make a masterpiece of this!!! Get Hanae-san in there too!"

--"We can't drown Tanjiro! That's not allowed!"

--"No!! It will be silly! It will be so silly as he tries to save Zenitsu. They will be blubbering and chanting sutras and screaming all at once. It will be amazing. And it's going to work BECAUSE of the dough faces. And because we are Ufotable, the water is going to be beautiful."

--"Ohhhhh!!!! Genius!!!"

--But still, it is not as good at Tanjiro BRINGING INOSUKE BACK FROM THE BRINK OF DEATH. You know, that thing that just casually happens sometimes. Casual for everyone except Tanjiro, who is traumatized by it every time.

--One of my very favorite Gotouge doodles is Himejima smashing Inosuke's head to the ground. What a statement.

--Gosh, this made me want to go stand in a waterfall so bad. (Unfortunately, every time I have tried, the weather did not cooperate. Like, either flooding or waterfalls left at their driest in ten years. Nature does not want me to be cool.)

--Murata works so hard.

--So does Nakime, and she gets praised for it.

--Love using the crows flying overhead to announce when parts of the training are done.

--I love the added detail of all these guys who haven't given up on the training having a bunch of scars. They may not be on Tanjiro's level, but gosh dang it, they have survived for a reason. I wonder if (and where, and when?) we'll be seeing them later?

--It hits SO HARD to see Genya just... be normal.

--When he's not freaking out in understandably stressful situations or acting like a scared animal backed into a corner and trying to puff himself up to look like a threat, Genya is... a pretty normal dude.

--He could have just lived a peaceful, normal dude life and that would have been fine. Everyone would have been happy for him.

--The way that he can Tanjiro can just talk instead of bring out each other's stupidest sides and react to one another (ala Kamaboko style) is so refreshing. My gosh.

--And then they meet up again later and just. Go back to simple talking. The most low-stress interactions these two have in the whole series, with just about anyone as their interlocutor.

--Genya is just so wonderfully chill when his anxiety isn't getting the best of him (anxiety can often take the form of anger, and I think that is where a lot of Genya's defensiveness stems from).

--Himejima spying on the boys AND NOT BEING NOTICED AT ALL is so my jam. Like, this time time, Himejima is just doing his own thing. At some point he leaves the mountain entirely to go visit Kagaya. The crows are the ones overseeing the completion of the training. Himejima isn't even supervising. He's just pushing his own rocks in the background. Lighting himself on fire because whatever, it's got nothing to do with those guys' waterfall meditation. (Tanjiro is sure gonna get lucky that Himejima happened to be around when he is dying of thirst... again.)

[arc852]

1. Fire

Summary: Joel, a fairy hunter, finds and captures a fire fairy.

Word Count: 1599

Warnings: Referring to someone as an it (in a dehumanizing way), kidnapping, selling people, and general angst

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It's time! It's time for the start of GtJuly! I'm a bit excited for this one and I will most definitely continue it at some point, though probably after gtjuly is over. I was going to try and push myself to get the rest done but I ended up with a good stopping point and I figured I could always come back to it later. So think of this as just the first chapter for this particular fic.

Also, I'm gonna be a bit more chill with this years gtjuly, just because of how late a start I got on the prompts. I'm still gonna get as many as I can done, but I may skip a day or two at some point in order to spend more time on the fics I really want to write. Also, a lot of these will be a bit shorter and that is also due to the time crunch. All that being said, I am still very excited to get back into writing again with these prompts!

And without further ado, please enjoy day one of gtjuly!

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 Joel ducked behind a bush as a bright red light zipped its way around the small clearing in front of him. Though it was hard to tell, based on the fact it kept flying back and forth between tree branches, Joel could only assume the tiny fairy was gathering some food. Or maybe some leaves. Again, he couldn’t be sure but then again, that part didn’t matter anyway. All that mattered was that Joel had found one and he hadn’t been spotted yet.

 Joel carefully, quietly, reached into the bag hanging at his hip, pulling out a small glass lamp but one that had nothing inside. It shimmered slightly with a purple hue, enchanted to not let anything inside of it out. He set that off to the side and then reached behind him, grabbing at the net. It also shimmered with a purple hue, enchanted with a similar spell to the small glass lamp.

 The net he used for all the fairies he captured, but the small glass lamp was special. He knew, just by seeing the color, that this fairy was a fire elemental. And what better place to keep it in than a lamp? The idea itself made Joel chuckle.

 He looked back at the fairy and his eyes narrowed as he realized the fairy was hovering in one place. From what little he could see, the fairy seemed to be going over its spoils, organizing them into a bag at its side. Joel’s hands tightened around the handle of the net and he slowly crept out of the bushes.

 The fairy’s back was turned and it didn’t see it coming as Joel lunged, swiping the net and easily capturing the small fairy within it. The fairy cried out and tried to fly out but the net only grew tighter around it, preventing any sort of escape. Joel was still in awe at just how well those enchantments on his gear worked.

 Joel grinned as he lifted the net up to his face, looking at the fairy still helplessly struggling to get out. A small part of Joel did feel bad for the tiny creature, but it was just business. Fairies made him a killing and Joel was good at what he did. Besides, all he did was capture and sell. Whatever those people did with the fairies was no longer his problem.

 “I’d save my strength if I were you. There’s no getting out of there.” Joel said, a bit of teasing in his tone. The fairy froze and turned to finally look at him. There was a small flash of fear on the little things face before it turned to a glare.

 “Says you!” The fairy shot back and Joel watched as the little thing lifted its clawed hand toward the fabric of the net. His hand caught fire, something Joel had been expecting, and he slashed at the net’s ropes. Of course, nothing happened, and the fairy froze, staring blankly at what should have been a steaming pile of ash.

 Joel let out a little laugh and the fairy’s head snapped back in his direction, his eyes wide. “I told you. This thing here is enchanted, no amount of that little fire magic of yours is going to save you.” Joel watched as the little fairy deflated and he took this chance to look over the fairy’s appearance close up. He had blond hair that crackled with flames and long pointed ears. The pointed ears were normal for all fairies, but the fire hair was definitely interesting. He hadn’t seen a lot of fire fairies with that. It was hard to tell if it was a genetic thing or a choice on the fairy’s part though.

 The fairy also seemed to be wearing a mostly red outfit with grey accents. And of course, as he had seen before, there were claws at the end of each of its fingers. Giving this fairy a bit more of a feral look than some of the others he had captured.

 “L-Let me go!” The sudden small voice pulled Joel out of his observations and his eyes focused more on the fairy’s face. The fairy may be glaring at him but that little stutter showed Joel just how scared it was.

 “Sorry, no can do.” Joel said, turning around to head back to the bush where he had left all of his supplies. “Fire fairies go for a lot of money around this time of year.” The winter season had only barely just started but already there have been several nights when it went below freezing. Joel chanced a glance up at the clouds, which were moving in fast thanks to the cold wind. There would be a snowstorm in the coming days but if Joel could get back to town by tomorrow, he should be just fine.

 “You’re…you’re going to sell me?!” The fairy exclaimed with a high pitched squeak and once again started up with its struggles. “You can’t do this! I-I’m a person! I have friends, a family!”

 Joel frowned a bit but this was not the first time a fairy he had captured tried pleading its own humanity. A part of Joel’s heart went out but at the same time… “Don’t take this personally. It’s just business.” That did little to calm the fairy down but Joel hadn’t been expecting it too.

 Joel ignored the angry shouts and curses as he dropped to his knees and opened up the little door of the lamp, getting it ready. He set the net down for a moment and pulled on a glove, also enchanted, and then reached through the top of the net. The net, knowing who it belonged to, opened up enough for Joel to slip his hand inside and grab the fairy around the middle. The fairy let out another squeak and Joel pulled it out as soon as he was sure he had a secure grip on it.

 The fairy in his hand burst into flames, trying its hardest to burn Joel’s hand so he would drop it. But the glove worked as intended and Joel didn’t even feel a change in temperature. The fairy seemed to realize this rather quickly and doused its own flames, panting slightly at the large and sudden use of its magic. “What-?”

 “Enchanted glove.” Joel answered, flexing his grip slightly, though not enough to hurt it. The fire fairy tensed anyway but Joel didn’t bother with reassurances. Despite his line of work, he never hurt the fairies he captured. They…sold better that way, after all.

 “Well, you’ve just thought of everything huh…” The fairy mumbled out, not quite talking directly to Joel anymore.

 Joel shrugged but couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face. “I’ve been doing this for a while now.” Joel said. It had been a year since he had started this business of hunting fairies and he had already caught and sold a fair amount of them. He was used to all of their little antics at this point.

 He lowered his hand and pushed the fairy inside the lamp, closing the door before the fairy had a chance to try and zip out. The fairy fell back against the wall with a groan but quickly recovered and tried pushing back open the door. When nothing happened, the fairy deflated again. “Let me guess, this is also enchanted?”

 Joel smiled. “Hey, you’re catching on!” He lifted the lamp by the handle and stood up, hooking it onto his belt for easy transportation. Joel then gathered up the rest of his supplies and started the trek back towards the nearest town.

 The fire fairy was silent for a few moments. “Is this a lamp?” It sounded offended, which Joel couldn’t help but chuckle at.

 “Well, you are a fire fairy. Figured I’d save some matches and use you when it gets too dark.” Joel said with a laugh and was met with a slight growling sound from the fairy.

 It was silent for another few moments, the only sounds being the cold wind and the crunch of the forest floor with every step Joel took. 

 “...You don’t have to do this.” Joel paused at the small voice of the fire fairy, smaller than any of its other words had been. He let out a small sigh and unhooked the lamp, bringing it up to his face. The little thing cowered and Joel ignored the way his heart broke a little.

 “I already told you, it’s nothing personal. I’ve got money I need to make and unfortunately for you, you go for quite a bit.” Joel looked the fairy up and down once more before dropping it back down to hook on his belt once again. “It’s just business.”

 “Buinsess that’s going to get me killed!” The fire fairy’s voice was back up to full volume and Joel winced.

 “Come on, you're a fire fairy in the middle of winter. The most you’ll be used for is as a heater, they won’t want to kill you.” If Joel kept telling himself that, then maybe he’ll start feeling less bad.

 Not that he felt bad at all! Again, this was all business.

 “Do you really think-?”

 “Look, you’re not talking me out of it. Might as well save that for whoever ends up buying you.” Joel cut the fairy off with a bit more bite in his words than he really meant. But the fairy grew silent and that was all Joel cared about.

 Now to focus on finding his way out of these woods.

[delopsia]

Delly bean, if I may, horseback riding with Robert Reynolds?? I'm gonna send one in for Miles Miller eventually but I don't wanna overload you either. I also wanted to let you know too, I did a little BBQ celly for my 30th if you wanna drop by and take a peek, no pressure at all, but it's there if you ever wanna.

You, Bob, the team and the other Avengers started going full time at your private lake houses in Thor's neck of the woods. Bob's book collection started to grow like weeds too and pretty soon, Thor and the others had to build you guys a gigantic barn to house his collection.

This thought could also work for Rhett x Reader but also Rhett x Bob x Reader as well, it's up to you (lol).

Omg, I should have stuck with my campfire theme! Our events would have gone perfectly together 😭 Please forgive me for entirely skipping over Thor in this scenario, I only watched his movies a month ago, and I fear that I remember nothing about him 😔 🍑Come join the Fernwell Creek Farms Event! 🍑 Horseback Riding — Send any kind of thought or request for your rider(s)

The way that Bob's collection is slowly running you out of house and home 😭 The lake house is unreasonably far away from the closest library, it only makes sense that Bob buy the books outright. In the beginning, that bookcase looks like it'll take a decade for him to fill, but he's such a little bookworm that it fills up within the year.

It's not his fault. Bob already had a decent collection going before you settled into the house, half of the bookcase was full before you finished unpacking the dishes. Some spills over into other houses, either borrowed or given away, but it hardly creates much space at all.

"This is becoming a problem," you don't know where the living room has gone. Everywhere you look, is a book. Neatly stacked on the coffee table and even more scattered beneath, resting against the bookshelves and shoved into any open space available.

"Yeah, I..." Bob scratches the back of his head. "Probably should have told you that I've got five more on the way."

And without a basement, it only makes sense that, at some point, you start thinking outside of the box.

Outside of the house, that is.

Which...is shockingly difficult. Who could have thought that a team of Avengers would become incapable of working together, the moment the mission becomes 'Build a book shed.' Everyone starts off too confident, each scrambling off to do their own thing, and it's quickly discovered that Alexei is a horrible, horrible project manager.

But, somehow, two attempts later, the first Thunderbolts Construction Project is complete. It's twice the size of what it's supposed to be; nobody really knows how it got scaled up to the size of a small garage.

But, but! Bob's collection neatly fits into the shelves, only taking up a third of the back wall. No longer is your home being overrun by paperbacks, Bob is no longer stressing himself out over storage, and best of all, he's able to set up a nice little reading nook free of distraction.

A humble, neat little collection of favorites occupies the bookshelves in the house, a mere whisper of the chaos that it once was, and you can finally see the coffee table again.

...for now.

[rrayaton]

Could I ask for Eccentric's dating headcanons? Including some nsfw stuff too? owo

Eccentric dating headcanons

This includes NSFW so no minors past the 18+ sign, thank you!

SFW

"Our love" from arcane is your guys song (I've listened to this song so much that I see it for any character from lies of p 🥲)

Imagine dancing with him in a bar (specifically Red Lobster's inn)

Always tries to make you laugh

Would order drinks for you (well he no longer has to now)

Whenever he gets drunk, he always flirts with you

Nicknames are a must, cutie, pretty, darling, beautiful/handsome, baby, babe, pumpkin, munchkins, any nickname he can think of, it's now yours. Even the more inappropriate nicknames, hot stuff, sexy, baby cakes..

Omg if you decorate his spear, like put a cute charm on it then he won't take it off. Though you might have to put a new one on every now and then since they might fall off when he's fighting

Draws for you and even draws you

OMG SINCE HE DRAWS... What if he drew on your body.. AHHHHH

Would say sweet things about you in his microphone, for all of Malum District to hear

"Just want to remind for all of those in Malum District about my beautiful/handsome partner, stay away from them or I'll kill ya AHAHAHAH!"

Pulls you in to kiss or hug you

Tries teaching you how to flip and do tricks (if you don't already know)

Tickles you unexpectedly (to the point you're on edge)

Kisses all over your face

Will perform dramatically in front of you

Wants you to watch him kill puppets or monsters

As soon as it gets dangerous, he's getting you out of there

Sees huge monster/puppet

"We're out of here baby"

Yanks you away

Please don't hate him if your arm is suddenly bruised after an incident like that 😭

Will freak you out for the fun of it (like scares you just to get a reaction)

Hugs you from behind while you're cooking or doing something else

He loves dancing with you and will pull you up or drag you away from whatever you're doing to dance with you

Loves any outfit you wear and will be your biggest supporter

He likes it when the youngest dresses you up too

He would love to do your hair (be careful, it may be shit on purpose)

Whatever you do, whether you're dancing, fighting, singing, anything, then he is your number 1 fan. He's cheering for you, chanting your name, you could even just tidy their home and he's cheering for you. Anything you do, he's praising you for it.

Eccentric: "OMG BABY BABY!!"

You: "WHAT?!?"

Mwah

Every time he leaves without you then he'll always hug and kiss you goodbye

Might do a dramatic departure too

"Goodbye my lovely.. until we meet again!"

Bows

"GET YOUR ASS MOVING BRO!" (Either battle maniac or youngest)

When he gets back he'll instantly go to you (might say something like "I've missed you so much baby, but I need to go piss real quick") like okay eccentric.

Will find gifts for you. He'll get you a nice outfit, teddy bear, brooch, necklace, rings, jewellery, ect.

He shares his meals with you if you haven't eaten heaps

Let's you sleep in his bed, his room can get quite messy but he'll deeply appreciate it if you cleaned it for him (that doesn't mean you have to and he'd never ask you to either)

If you ever get yourself dolled/spruced up or characterise yourself then he'd be your biggest fan

He makes random stuff for you, like weapons, masks (with a filter in it), sometimes a random thing that might not be so practical

I see him making friendship bracelets with you (just not so friendshiply...)

Let's you watch him work on his next weapon or gadget

Will do karaoke with you, he may not be the best but if you actually try then he'll start cheering for you instead of singing (this is a bit modernised but he'll still sing with you)

Dancing with you when he's drunk

Desperately wants you to be friends with his siblings

If you're out with him, he will pick up a rotting carcass or old body parts of a puppet and shove them in your face to see how you react

You fall asleep on the couch, he's picking you up and taking you back to his room.

You'll wake up to him snoring in your ear

You have no pillow? That's okay, his arm is your pillow (or his body.) You're cold, his jacket is yours (just realised he doesn't even have a jacket)

Whenever you're upset, he will comfort you the best he can. Hugging you, saying sweet things, even moving you away from other people while holding you close

If you're upset at him then he'll create some distance between the two of you. I see him drawing a photo of you or drawing your favourite things and gifting that to you as an apology, with possibly a dramatic apology with the help of the youngest

‼️18+ below only‼️

NSFW

(Will include aftercare)

If he's in a mood then he'll be dragging you away somewhere privately

I can see him doing it with you almost anywhere, we're talking in an abandoned building, on a random bed, couch, bench, maybe a random alleyway, anywhere he thinks is "romantic"

He wants you to peg him but he'll never tell you that

He can be goofy during intimacy making both of you laugh

He's down whenever you're down, he'd never say no to you even if he's tired. The more tired he is, the more needy he gets

He may or may not pull you onto his lap with his siblings around, making them instantly leave the room

His siblings have said countless times to "GET A ROOM!"

He makes out with you all the time, at the dinner table, on the couch, outside, on a roof, in his room, and he doesn't care if his siblings are right there

He's free to just get down and dirty with you out in the open

You know where he was standing with his microphone when you enter Malum District? He's done it with you up there, probably when he's supposed to be on watch

He LOVES cowgirl, he just likes it when you top him (I kept it gender neutral until this headcanon,💀 please ignore if this doesn't imply to you!)

He's got all the nicknames for you during intimacy. Baby, hot stuff, pudding, sexy. Literally anything that comes to his mind

He will do whatever you want to do. You want to go slowly? He can comply, want to speed it up? He'll show you how fast he can go. Want to take the lead? OH HELL YEAH!

He will probably boast about your sex life to his siblings (much to their dismay) with fewer details, but he'll definitely say how "hot and sexy" you were

His kisses are fast but sensual, and they're all over the place. One minute he's kissing your lips, then your neck, slowly working his way down...

Wherever you are, he'll always be touching you. He's touchy in general with his partners but if he's got his hands on you for the whole day then he wants to have sex

Give him back shots

After you're both finished, he'll start cleaning the both of you up.

He will take a bath or shower with you and may want to go for another round in there, up to you if you say yes though

He'll cuddle with you before and after you're both cleaned up

He'll carry you around if you're sore

He'll give you a massage and rub all your sore areas, but he will be expecting a massage in return

Eccentric: "Can you give me a massage now?"

You: "You just started a minute ago."

Eccentric: "Okay, I see how it is."

(I spent a good 5 minutes thinking of a reply for Eccentric and that's what I came up with? 😭 I'm a bit disappointed in myself because he'll come up with better comeback 💀)

He will praise you and say how much of a good job you did while holding you close

He'll never make or let you feel bad about your body, he loves you the way you are and nothing will ever change that :)

(I'm so sorry if these are bad 😭 I tried to keep it close to character but I've also never written any NSFW headcanons for him so this was new for me, but I will redo them if I feel they need to be up to standard) I hope you enjoyed and if not then please ignore this, thank you :)

[bm571158]

Right Where You Left Me- OP81

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Daisy's POV

Daisy had gone back to work for media day on Thursday. The streets of Monaco were already packed, the crowds having arrived ahead of race day, the city temporarily transformed into a race track.

It had taken her an absolute age to get to the track, having walked the whole way from Josh and Connor's place. There was very little point in trying to get anywhere by any method other than walking. The streets already at a stand still. It was hot, a busy weekend and she knew she was going to be exhausted by the end of it.

The paddock was busy when she arrived, the place packed with people ready to enjoy their race weekend. She headed straight for the Ferrari garage, the story of the weekend- could the home town hero repeat his long awaited victory from the previous year?

She was also relieved it gave her an excuse to stay away from McLaren again. Josh was right, having put some clear boundaries between her and Lando made her feel better, but she still had an uneasy sense of conflict about where that left her and Oscar.

It would be so easy to fall back into things, or at least fall into whatever this thing between them currently was. She didn't know if she wanted to ask him what he thought it was that was going on, she was too afraid that he was going to say something she didn't want to hear and break her heart all over again.

"You've been avoiding me."

She turned around at the sound of a voice behind her, to find Lando standing there, hair messy and arms folded across his chest.

"I wouldn't say avoiding." She laughed nervously. "I've been busy... you've been busy...."

He didn't say anything for a moment, staring at the worn pink trainers on her feet intently, before he looked back up at her face. "You're sure you're not hiding from me?"

"Promise." She nodded.

"Good, because you'll need to come to my victory party when I win on Sunday." He smirked.

She looked at him for a moment. "You're going to win, are you?"

"Yep." He nodded.

"Do you think maybe you could win another race and let Charles have this one?" She joked. "You're kind of going to ruin my whole story about him and his home race if he doesn't win it."

"Usually, for you I'd say of course..." Lando smirked. "But I can't help you on this one... you can come and hang out in McLaren for the weekend and write an article about me doing an amazing job of beating Charles in his home race."

"No, thanks." She shook her head, answering a little too quickly.

Lando raised an eyebrow. "Is there a particular reason you seem to be allergic to setting foot in the McLaren garage?"

"Allergic?" She laughed quietly. "I think you're being a little bit dramatic."

He looked at her again, back to her shoes, and then straightened up a little. "Prove it then."

"If you look like you're going to win after the first practice sessions then maybe I will." She suggested. "If not, I'm sticking with my plan."

"You're sure there's not another reason you don't want to come with me?" Lando asked curiously.

"No." She said quickly. "I'm just doing my job, Lando. Going with the story. I'll uh... I'll see you later."

It was a nerve wracking qualifying to watch, she may have been watching on with the Ferrari team but she couldn't keep her eyes off the papaya McLaren cars. They were both flying, but Oscar was getting a little bit too close to the walls for her liking.

It had taken years off her life watching him, but didn't seem to have phased Oscar much. He'd sauntered into his interview after qualifying with a joke about having touched more walls that weekend than he had done in his entire career. A relaxed and easy smile on his face, brushing his hair back and leaning against the barrier.

"You spent a lot of time out there getting acquainted with the walls today?" She asked, raising an eyebrow when he reached her.

"Yeah." He shrugged. "Maybe not the best way to start the weekend. I'd probably better try a bit harder to stay away from them tomorrow."

"What do you think you can do to try and make it work for you tomorrow?" She asked curiously.

Oscar was quiet for a moment, considering her words before he spoke. "Uh... I think... I think the damage is probably done already after today to be honest. Unless something really weird happens to Charles and Lando then that's that... it's really tricky to pass around here and I think even with the two stops it would be stupid to think I can get by both of them."

"Can you give it your best shot?" She joked quietly. "Lando made me promise that I'd go to his victory party if he won."

Oscar looked surprised for a moment. "You and Lando are still talking?"

"I think you'd probably have to call us friends at this point." She shrugged. "He's annoyingly persistent."

Something unreadable flashed across Oscar's face, just for a second, then it was replaced with his usual calm exterior. "Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy his party tomorrow."

Oscar's very practical assessment of the situation had turned out to be true. Apart from one slightly hairy moment where Lando had locked up in a cloud of smoke at the first corner, the race had been decided in qualifying. The Ferrari of Charles coming home in P2, a McLaren either side of him exactly as they had started.

Having seen Lando's celebrations on the podium and in the pit lane afterwards Daisy was left in no doubt that the party he had been referring to was going to be wild.

She'd almost hoped that he would be so caught up in the excitement of it all that he might forget that he had made her promise to attend. But no, he'd found the at the end of the day leaving the paddock, catching up with Josh and Connor and invited them to join as well. Daisy knew from the moment she saw Josh's face that there was absolutely no way that she was going to get out of going to that party.

"You could go without me?" She suggested hopefully, collapsing onto the sofa when they reached Josh and Connor's apartment.

"We can't go on our own, we don't know him!" Josh protested. "We can't just show up! What if he can't even remember inviting us?"

"Doesn't usually stop you." She pointed out with a laugh. "How many random bridal parties have you joined on nights out over the year? You didn't know any of them either."

"This is not the same and you know it." Josh pointed out. "Pleeeeeease? Come on, you promised that we could have some fun after the race was done."

"I'm tired, Josh." She groaned. "I've been working all weekend."

"Just come with us for a bit and then you can leave us there?" Josh bargained. "Please, you can't steal my dream of a Monaco GP after party from me. What kind of friend would that make you?"

Daisy was quiet for a moment.

"Look, I'll come on the condition that I'm going to lay here with my eyes shut and nap for a bit while you do my makeup and find me something to wear, okay?"

"Deal!" Josh squealed. "Go get in the shower first and then you can sleep."

She got to her feet with a groan, heading for the shower. It was almost painful walking past the bed, she was so tired all she wanted to do was crawl in and go to sleep, not be getting dressed to go to what was bound to be an incredibly noisy party.

"Alright sleeping beauty." Josh was nudging her awake what felt like it was only five minutes later. "Time to get up and get dressed."

"I'm so tired, Josh." She groaned not even opening her eyes.

"Don't." He grabbed her arm just as she went to rub her hand over her face. "You're going to ruin my work of art."

"I can't believe you're making me do this." She huffed as she got to her feet. "You could totally have just gone without me, it's Lando. He'd have been happy to see you regardless."

"I don't know about that." Josh shook his head. "You should see the way he looks at you, I know you've had that whole awkward talk but I think he's still hoping that you'll change your mind."

Daisy snorted with laughter. "You think he invited me there in the hope of getting some victory sex? You do realise Oscar is probably going to be there too."

"Yeah... but Lando doesn't know why that would be a problem." Josh pointed out. "Which is fine by me because all the more entertainment for me to be honest."

"Oh fucking hell." Daisy groaned. "I am going to need so many drinks to get through this night. Maybe you should've been pouring alcohol into my mouth while I was sleeping rather than doing my make up."

"Such a drama queen as always." Josh laughed. "What a terrible hardship it must be to have two gorgeous men both looking at you like you're the only woman in the world."

"Neither of them are looking at me like that." She rolled her eyes as she slipped into her dress. "Especially not Oscar."

Oscars POV

Oscar had left the track with a half assed promise to Lando about joining in the victory celebrations that he really didn't mean. It may not have been the most exciting race in the world, but he was tired and a noisy club with his very drunk teammate was not the way he wanted to spend his evening.

His theory was that Lando would be so incredibly drunk half an hour in that he'd probably never know whether Oscar was actually there or not and he'd be off the hook for having let him down.

He assumed that his plan had worked because Lando had never asked him where he was, and Oscar had settled down on his sofa to watch the Indy 500 in peace.

Well, that was what he'd intended to do.

A couple of hours in there had been a knock on the door. Then before he could get up there was another more insistent knock at the door.

"Alright, give me a second." He sighed, getting to his feet. "Jesus, impatient much?" He muttered as there was another impatient tap on the door. This had his drunk teammate written all over it.

Except, when he opened the door it wasn't Lando standing there.

"Daisy?" He looked at her, hair and make up done, standing in her heels and an almost indecently short dress on his doorstep looking like she was supposed to be on the dance floor in a club.

"You weren't at the party." She frowned, taking a step towards him. "Thought you were going to be there."

"You know as well as I do, drunken clubbing with Lando is not my idea of a good way to unwind after a bad race." Oscar shook his head.

She took another step closer. "Wasn't a bad race?" She frowned.

"Alright a bad qualifying." He rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. I could've done better. I'm annoyed with myself, because I know I could've done better."

She was quiet, looking up at him as a slow smile spread across her face. "Want me to help distract you?" She offered.

"What?" He stammered.

"Well that's why you're here on your own instead of out celebrating with everyone else, right?" She pointed out. "Feeling sorry for yourself?"

He drew in a shaky breath. "You keep saying we need to stop doing this. What are you doing here?"

"I uh... I don't know... I thought you were going to be at the party and you weren't there." She mumbled.

"You're drunk." He sighed as her hand reached up to cradle the side of his face.

"Tipsy." She suggested. "I still know what I want."

"And that is?" He asked. His face leaned into her touch out of habit, he couldn't help himself.

"You." She stated simply. "I want you, Osc."

"You walked out of here and said we shouldn't do that again." He pointed out.

"Yeah but... it's just sex, right?" She offered. "A way to scratch an itch? And you can't deny we're very, very good at doing that together."

As she said it, she inched closer to him. One hand cradling his cheek, the other hand on his chest, her fingers twisting into the material of the shirt that he was wearing, pulling him closer to her.

"Daisy..." he protested weakly, her lips ghosting across his jaw.

"Come on, Osc." She whispered. "Stop thinking so much."

"You've been drinking and..." his words were cut off as her lips found his.

"I'm sober enough to know what I want, Osc." She murmured against his lips.

He kissed her back on instinct, because as much as he was trying to be sensible, he wanted it just as much as she did. But, there was that nagging doubt in the back of his mind that if they kept doing this it was going to ruin any chance he had of getting her back.

"Daisy... I don't think we should keep... ah..." his words were swallowed up in a quiet groan of desperation as he slid her hand into his shorts, any ounce of brainpower he had left to think about why this was a bad idea flying out of the window.

"Shhhh." She mumbled, lips still ghosting over his skin. "I know but... let's just not think about that right now."

It was almost painful for him to remind himself why he shouldn't be doing this as she wrapped her arms around him to claw herself closer to his body. His shorts already felt too tight and there was nothing he could do to stop the direction that his brain was heading in.

His hands felt like they moved to her waist of their own accord, fingers flexing for a moment as he held her, like he was trying to decide if he wanted to pull her in closer or push her away.

"Please, Osc..." she whimpered. "I need you."

With one last look of hesitation he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, her fingers twisting into his hair as she kissed him back.

He had no idea how long they stayed there like that, lips softly brushing, hands roaming over each others bodies. Without even thinking about it, he'd used his grip on her waist to lift her, heels clattering to the floor as she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her back towards his bedroom.

"We've really got to stop doing this." He mumbled, but as he said it his fingers were working on the zipper of her dress.

"After this time." She suggested, pulling his shirt over his head. "Once more."

"For old times sake?" He joked.

"Exactly." Daisy nodded, lifting her hips to help him get her out of her dress.

It was different this time, in a way that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Everything was softer, slower. Not the frantic rush of two people doing something that they knew they shouldn't, but it felt like he was savouring the moment.

With the lights on in the bedroom he could take her in, cheeks flushed and hair splayed across his pillow as she laid beneath him. It gave him time savour it, watching each shift in her expression as his fingertips and lips trailed across her body.

"God, you're beautiful." He whispered, lips dragging down her neck and over her collar bone.

"Osc." It was a quiet, breathy gasp as his teeth nipped at her skin softly.

Her hands roamed over his body as his lips contained their trail down her chest, soft and unhurried kisses leaving a trail down her skin. Savouring the moment.

Eventually though, her fingers wind their way into his hair, tugging gently to lift his head back up so his lips meet hers again. "Osc, please." She sighed, lips meeting his in a messy kiss.

"Why do you keep doing this, Daisy?" The question tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop it, and she stilled underneath him.

"I miss you, Osc." She answered quietly. "Miss us. Please?"

"I miss us too." He told her quietly, forehead resting against hers as he tried to catch his breath and catch up with the way that everything seemed to have turned on its head.

[iliterallydecepticanteven]

Do you think Blurr would have chronic pain after being un cubed? There’s no way you survive something like that without some lasting issues

YES and I wold love to talk about it as it allows me to do my favorite thing which is speculate on Transformers anatomy and physiology using my own knowledge of human anatomy and physiology.

So, first and foremost, Blurr would have to be totally rebuilt after being smashed into a cube. Everything would have to be rebuilt and welded and fused back together. Think of a human bone and when it breaks how it snaps apart. To heal it, we have to set it back into the original position so the bone can fuse back together properly and not be misshapen. Now think about how that would have to be done to Blurr's entire body, taken apart from the cube and pieced back together like a macabre puzzle.

Because if we think about his body in terms of soft parts, like tube-like veins for energon and fuel and ligaments and tendons, and hard parts, like what would be his bones, most of the lasting damage and in turn chronic pain would be the result of the bones being put back together and fused back into proper shape. Because the soft parts of the body are flexible, they're designed to handle impact, they just bruise and go back to working without issue again once healed. But the hard parts don't ever really heal right. Not to mention the possible nerve damage being smashed into a cube also caused.

Alongside this, and what I think would be most tragic for Blurr, is he likely would never be able to run properly again after being un-cubed. All those healed bone breaks are weak points and running is a very high intensity sport that already puts a lot of strain on healthy runner's bones and joints. And that's assuming he doesn't have some form of neuropathy or limb nerve damage or issues with his ligaments and tendons possibly being severed or torn and having to heal back. He may still be able to run some, but never as fast as before, and with twice or even thrice as long a recovery period afterwards.

I think the closest analogy to what he would have would be some sort of full body myalgia condition, likely not fibromyalgia because that's more so related to the nervous system and I think his pain would be solely linked to skeletal-muscular issues.

In short, he would have chronic pain, and he would never be able to run like he used to, and he would hate every second of it.

[tsams-and-co-memes]

Had brain worms and accidentally wrote what's bordering on a fanfic, in which Dazzle/Evelyn, Jack, and Molten become the newest members of the naga celestial family. I'm gonna add a cut, because I rambled waaaaaay more than I thought I would

Thinking about all of this again, but also. Dazzle. What if she was her normal human self (Evelyn), and she was just. Lost in the forest. Maybe the state took her from her father and placed her in foster care, but she didn't like it because she thought her foster family was mean or something, and with her little child brain, she tries to run away

Only to run straight into naga territory

And maybe also face first into Sun, who's minding his own business and trying to craft a shirt or something

He's startled and confused, but he gets down on her level to be less scary and asks (very softly) if she knows how to make flower crowns. She's a little nervous at first, but quickly warms up to him when he makes her laugh and she notices how pretty and shiny his scales are when the sun hits them just right

OR

Alternate situation idea

Mr. Winters doesn't watch Evelyn very closely. He just kinda lets her run around, unsupervised, doing whatever she wants. She runs into the forest, meets Sun, and befriends him, as well as the other main celestial family members. Sun, although it saddens him to have to say goodbye to his little friend, is always the one who guides her back to the edge of the forest, so she can find her way home from there

Evelyn comes around a lot. She's there so often that it becomes concerning, in fact. The nagas can't do much to help though, since they have veeeeeeery little to no contact with the human world (by choice). Through some series of events, maybe a different naga somehow ends up dispatching Mr. Winters, and as a result, orphans Evelyn

She gets scared and runs into the forest, straight to the place where she knows Sun spends a lot of his time. Sun immediately sees the state she's in and scoops her up, doing everything he can to comfort her. He takes her back to the cave where the family has their own separate (but still connected) dens, and informs them of everything she's told him

Since they're not human, their knowledge of how human laws work is,,, extremely sparse, and they find it confusing and convoluted. Without a second thought, Sun chooses to adopt Evelyn. While he and Terra set up a spot for her in Sun's den, Moon and Solar go back to her house to retrieve whatever they think she might need

Cosmo plays with her and keeps her entertained whenever Sun's occupied with whatever, and she gets introduced to KC at some point. He's really big and intimidating, which he's aware of, so he's very careful and very slow, making sure not to startle her too badly. It takes a bit, but she eventually warms up to him, and he's the one who ends up being her go-to storyteller, whenever she wants a bedtime story. Meanwhile, Moon's the one who makes dolls for her, and Terra gives him ideas on what exactly to make

At some point, Solar ends up acquiring a child of his own, just like Sun had. Jack is an infant naga, who's parents were nowhere to be found. Solar went out of his way trying to find them, but he couldn't. No one could, so they were presumed dead. Jack's too small to fend for himself just yet, and it's this realization that makes Solar decide to adopt him

Infant Jack has claws and fangs, as well as similar scale patterning to the Bloodmoon twins, but the similarities are barely there. For the most part, he's brown and orange with hints of green, and he has the biggest yellow eyes that Solar's ever seen. Overall, he's a cute little thing

The only things about him that are bothersome are the facts that he's so high-energy, and seems to think jumping on and biting people is funny. He plays rough, even as a baby, but Solar is determined to care for him. He might need some (a lot of) help from his family, but they're all more than willing to lend a hand whenever it's needed

Maybe when Jack and Evelyn are a bit older and he has a better understanding of how to protect both of them, they're running around, playing in the woods by themselves. Probably near where Sun, Terra, and/or KC are gathering naturally grown fruits and vegetables to eat. They wander a bit too far away from whichever adult was with them, and they stumble across an out of place building. Nobody's been around for a while, as made evident by how easy it is to simply.... break the door off of its hinges and walk in

Which they do, against their better judgment. They're kids though, so they don't think anything bad could happen. Y’know. Standard kid behavior

The place they've found is an old research center. There are lots of weird brown smudges on the floor and walls, as well as scraps of fabric and someone's name tag. "Sven Ivanov." Sven is nowhere to be found, though, and the kids don't put together the contextual clues, so they don't understand what happened here

They start to explore, finding old papers and equipment, and even an old lab coat that they play pretend with. During their game of pretend, they somehow accidentally flip a switch (they were likely messing with the equipment), and they unlock a door. They're surprised and confused by this development, and Jack opts to go peek into the room, making sure that Evelyn stays where she is

The room is dark, and the ground is covered by clothing scraps and bones. There are heavy-duty chains that are connected to the floor and the walls, and those chains are connected to something big. Something that hasn't had contact with another living being in..... only god knows, honestly. It's another naga, but it's big and grey, and has an odd scale pattern that makes it seem like it's covered in odd-looking, colorful eyes. It's covered in scars and old injuries that have long since healed over, as well as long, sharp claws and jagged teeth. It's missing an eye, and its good eye has a black sclera and glowing blue iris

The naga they've accidentally found is Molten. He's skittish and standoffish at first, and he's very touch-averse, but after Jack and Evelyn have told Sun and Moon about him, they locate him and determine that he's not a threat. He's released, and Moon makes sure he's healthy and in good shape. They leave once they're sure he's fine, and he's free to go, but he ends up following them. He's never been outside of a lab before, so the poor thing hasn't the slightest clue how to Naga. Because he's vulnerable and has no idea how to properly care for himself, Moon allows him to become a part of the family

While Molten still frequently plays with Jack and Evelyn, he also helps the others with anything that might require physical strength, and he takes a liking to KC. KC, due to being quiet and soft spoken, and very gentle whenever interacting with anyone smaller than him, is the perfect person to work with Molten, to get him past his extreme aversion to touch. The two of them very quickly become best buds, and Molten likes to stick close to both KC and the kids

......Where are the naga AU tsams/tlaes/teaps character designs. There are maybe,, a handful for canon fnaf Sun and Moon, and maybe a few extra for various interpretations of Eclipse. I think I've also seen a couple for Bloodmoon too, but that's it

Give me snake boy Solar, with autumn leaf colored scales, who's den is filled with trinkets and things that he's made. Give me snake lady Terra with iridescent scales, who collects pretty shells and rocks, and who loves gardening. Give me fuckin,,, giant titanoboa boy KC, who is the protector of his naga brethren, and gives everyone Uncle Iroh Advice™️

Give me Snake boy Sun, with golden scales, who decorates his den with interesting things that he's found, or snake boy Moon, with scales that look like the night sky, who is a guardian figure to his family and makes sure that they're not discovered by humans

How about snake boy Nexus, with black and purple scales, and slitted pupils and claws, who's aggressive and constantly ready to strike or lunge at anyone who gets too close. What about small snake boy Cosmo with iridescent sky blue scales, who's goofy and too curious about things for his own good. Or snake boy Ruin with black and white scales, who's a loner that occasionally swipes things from hikers, as a means to make stuff for himself

[tinycurlyfry]

Heart Pirates Week Day 1 - Jean Bart - Cursed

[kaurwreck]

as a Japanese fan of bsd you’ve hit the nail on the head to why i hate this fandoms tendency to go with the “oh it’s so disrespectful to the authors” bc yea it’s my hatred of Japanese nationalism and its agenda to portray their cultural exports as untouchable…it also feels infantilizing in the sense where they can’t picture asagiri doing transformative critique of his country’s “classics” and they are adopting that very same idolatry of Japan

It's also such a flaccid, insincere interpretation of respect that is itself inherently dehumanizing. There is nothing untouchable, and substituting discernment for fawning is much worse than being superficially disrespectful, especially when the subject of your disrespect cannot possibly perceive it, and the only beneficiaries of your deference are states, institutions, and ideological concepts.

I've noticed people tend to strip agency and conscious commentary from Asagiri too. It is exceptionally infantilizing.

[starvinginbelair]

as a criminology student, i would honestly love to read an comics arc about the role of the police in vigilantism because i just think it's under-discussed for such a nuanced and complex topic.