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[roachy-draws]

Get booping bitches. Boop me. i boop you. Happy Halloween.

[twilightzoneletters]

[3:11 pm]

you stand there, completely shocked. eyes wide and staring at your boyfriend, yunho.

he's currently standing in front of you, with wide and toothy grin plastered on his face, as he holds out towards you with both of his hands , a puppy. and the puppy in question is also looking at you, feet dangling, tail wagging, tongue out and happy as can be.

"happy birthday sweetheart!"

your heart skips a beat just like always at the petname, and finally you're able to react.

"yun..." you look at him with what he sees as puppy-dog eyes, and he cant help but to cradle the actual puppy in one of his arms and pull you closer to him.

you wrap your arms around him and bury your face into his chest, trying not to cry. not that you were sad or anything, just overwhelmed.

yunho's heart melts the moment you do so though, and he pats the top of your head with his free hand.

"do you like her?"

you look up at him and then to the tiny puppy, who as soon as you lay eyes on her makes an attempt to reach your face and lick it. you giggle and shift so your arms are free and can take the little bundle of joy into your own hands.

her tail just wags and wags as she excitedly climbs up towards your face, nose nudging you and licking all over your face.

"i love her yun."

he giggles watching the pup, "i think she might love you too."

your smile doesn't fade for one moment as you lean into yunho. he gives a questioning look when you suddenly look up at him, eyes full of love.

"i have two puppies that love me now, this little lady here," you take your hand to boop the puppy's nose, "and a giant one," you do the same and boop yunho's nose just like you did the pups.

the rest of the day is filled with birthday wishes and calls from your friends as you three go around pet stores shopping for toys and beds and treats for the new little furball of light in your life.

[veryintricaterituals]

This whole season was the Nandor loves Guillermo back season. He loves him so much. He adores him. We had so many moments, big and small.

He realized something was wrong and organized a birthday dinner.

He bought him a present (foot locker) that Guillermo used as a coffin.

He asked him for bedtime stories and enjoyed Guillermo doing his hair

He got so jealous of Laszlo getting a bit of attention that he flew to outer space

AND admitted he was only doing it to impress Guillermo.

He tried and failed to replace him with Alexander just because Guillermo didn't want to go to the gym with him

and THEN he still took him to the movies with him

When he got in trouble with the news he kept looking and calling for Guillermo and got so angry at him for not being there

How giddy and proud he sounded when he spoke about Guillermo killing a theater full of vampires just to save him

The way he pleaded for his life to the Baron

The way he clung to the Baron's cloak just to stop him

His ridiculous plan with Nadja to kidnap them both and negotiate

The fact he spent the whole episode doing EVERYTHING in his power to save him

And he was so relieved to find him safe and sound in his own coffin

His little speech when he was begging for the Baron at the end, just saying over and over that Guillermo was true and loyal

His safety blanket being one of Guillermo's sweaters

The little boop at the end

The fact that he had Guillermo's card memorized and could recite it (he probably has it saved somewhere)

"I know you better than anyone" and he proceeds to prove it in the last episode

The way he kept including Guillermo into the family dynamic all season

How he wanted to hunt with him and kept calling for him, first to hunt and then for help

His face when he found out he'd been betrayed

The fact he was the only one who'd thought about the Van Helsing DNA interacting with the vampiric transformation (because he'd thought about it so much beforehand)

The way he had to turn the heartbreak to anger

He was a scorned lover

Him destroying Guillermo's things (he destroyed the pillow)

All his dramatics

How he went back to Panera Bread to wait for him night after night

The way he realized he loved Guillermo too much to kill him

How for all his dramatics and threats, he knew from the begging how to get Guillermo to come to him and didn't do it until he knew he wasn't going to kill him

How he probably sat and hung out with Guillermo's mom for a while, probably making conversation

The fact he was looking at his baby pictures (because he's Guillermo's significant other and Sylvia could tell)

Him promising Guillermo he wasn't going to kill him. His word as a vampire, his word as a warrior (season 3 episode 1 parallels much?)

The way he formally introduced him as fully fledged member of the family to the other vampires

How he, again, was the only one who knew what Guillermo needed to complete his transformation

The fact he gave him human blood (he helped transform Guillermo in the end)

The way he knew, almost straight away, that Guillermo wasn't going to be happy as a vampire

How he tried to get the Djinn to fix it for him

How he managed to do WITHOUT the Djinn's help

How he made up a whole ceremony to turn him back

The way he asked Guillermo if he'd rather be a vampire or a human

How he killed Derek when Guillermo couldn't do it

The fact that he knew Guillermo so well that he had his old glasses ready for him

The way he comforted him in the end.

Last season's theme was be careful what you wish for and this one was just love.

And Nandor loves Guillermo so much. And he knows him, he knows him so well.

I think, I think we ARE getting Nandermo next year. There's no other way the show can go on. There's no other direction for these two characters to go.

[stargazerbibi]

[ 31st october, 2024 • 53/152 days ]

happy halloween!! wasn't able to study much before the boops took me away 🎃🎃

-> calc 3 notes (complete)

-> watched Violet Evergarden ep 8-10 (from depressing to devastating to i will cry about this for the next 10 years)

-> had lunch with family

[lefarte]

the termina cuddling hcs were so cute <:3 maybe with the men too xox

DONT EVEN JOKE LAD IM ON IT

Daan

Favorite position is just laying down with your head on his chest, also a big fan of sitting up with you on his lap and resting his chin on your shoulder.

Yes he’s scrawny but he still wants you to climb on top of him and squish him like a cat because he’s a true lover boy

Also likes to pet your hair. If you have long hair he’ll just twirl it around his fingers idly in conversation while looking straight at you.

He’s a light sleeper and lowkey can’t sleep unless you’re with him. If you’re out at night he’s constantly worrying and smokes more to calm his nerves.

Black lipstick marks all over your face….

Levi

Spooning, or more accurately curled up around you like a blanket.

He doesn’t like to be in positions where he’s can’t see (because he needs to stand guard over you even in the house). He does, however, enjoy being squished. He’s fond of tight, dark spaces like closets or under beds, so he likes to be wrapped in blankets and hugged.

But he would never squish you back out of fear of suffocating you or something. He thinks you’ll die from like, the slightest things.

Also has a fondness for hand holding. He considers that to be cuddling.

It’s kind of hard to tell when he’s happy, but generally when he feels safe with you he closes his eyes and his head leans back.

Osaa

Ohhhh he totally puts your head in his lap while he’s meditating and lets you sleep there. Maybe even give you a headpat or two if you do something cute, like talk in your sleep.

If you snore he will tell you though.

Generally, he likes cuddling positions where he can see your face, so spooning doesn’t really do it for him. He will humor you though if you INSIST (pretending he doesn’t like it a little too).

He also considers handholding a form of cuddling. If you say you want to cuddle while you’re holding hands he goes “but we already are. 🤔”

He sometimes boops you on the nose.

Marcoh

Likes you to lay on top of him and use his chest as a pillow. Ideally he also would like to see your face, but just seeing the top of your head is fine, too. That means he can give you forehead kisses.

He will never lay on top of you, ever, don’t even ask. He’s too scared to squish you. You are like a little bug to him.

He’s even a little concerned about sleeping in the same bed as you, because what if he rolls over in his sleep and suffocates you?

But the concept of sleeping together is nice enough to win him over without much convincing. It’s very sweet, it feels like such a little romantic gesture but so meaningful.

Will not tell you if you snore because he’s POLITE.

Pav

I don’t think he has any favorite way to cuddle in specific!

Probably the roughest cuddler, as in, he likes to play fight and play wrestle with you. Or tickle you into submission. He is careful not to be TOO rough, but lets be honest, it’s a completely unfair fight. He always wins.

He is big and he WILL lay on top of you. It also gives him easy access to your neck.

He will carry you around, for absolutely no reason except that he likes it. Even if it’s completely unnecessary, or even inconvenient.

Also considers handholding cuddling due to his background, and is enthralled by it. Gives you hand kisses (and also bites your hand if you look away from him).

Nuzzles your nose with his (I don’t know what to call it). Actually just nuzzles a lot in general as a way to get your attention.

Tanaka

Really big handholding fan. He’s such a reserved guy that simply holding hands with his partner in public feels daring and makes him giddy.

Likes cuddling where he can see your face and give kisses. Spooning is nice, but he’d rather you face him so he can see you!

He likes to cup his partners face in his hands, just give you a little squish sometimes.

Also likes to carry you bridal style, maybe give you a little spin. He can’t keep at it forever, but he’s a pretty strong guy.

He very rarely gets rough, but he sometimes gets cuteness aggression. Like if you do something cute like try on his hat or glasses he’ll pick you up and squeeze the breath out of you and you’d never expect it because he’s normally so gentle.

(Apologizes profusely after).

Henryk

Likes spooning! Feels very ‘classic’, very simple but good. It’s just cozy and warm. Plus you can never tell if he’s blushing!

He holds you surprisingly tight, he can be protective. He’s not as paranoid as say, Levi and Daan are, but he’s still pretty insistent on looking out for his partner. Keeping an eye out, and such.

Not huge on PDA, unless he’s drunk, then he gets embarassingly sloppy. Don’t let him get drunk around anyone you want to make a good impression on, because he’s going to yap all about your private life and kiss you over and over.

A fan of having you sit on his lap while he does something else, like having a cup of coffee or just hanging out.

Another guy who won’t lay on you. “Don’t be upset I can’t lay on you! Aren’t you worried I’m gonna squish you…?”

Though, just resting his head on your chest is fine.

Gets offended and sulks quietly when you don’t want to cuddle. (Grown ass man)

August

Favorite cuddling position is you sitting on his lap! He likes to set out some warm tea, maybe get a fire going and just hold you to his chest.

You will also trigger an extremely long yap session, telling you stories from his homeland, his travels, how he was as a child. You can also sit in silence, but it’s much more likely he’s going to yap. He’s a chatty guy.

He’s a very warm person, he can always keep you warm even when it’s freezing cold outside. And he mysteriously never gets cold himself.

Forehead kisses and headpats. He likes to pet your hair in general. Hes a little rough, he naturally has a strong hand and very rough fingers, but its accidental. He never tries to pull your hair or anything. Just a little ruffle.

If you’re lucky and you’re alone together, he might even hum you a little folk tune while you snuggle.

[buckyalpine]

Collar

THIS IS EVERYTHING MY GOD @boredum7865 YES TO IT ALL FLUFF AND SMUT

“And how about this for our princess” another tiny mouse was thrown into the growing pile of toys while Bucky made his way up and down the shelves of the pet store. You giggled at the way he added more and more items to the cart without a care in the world, spoiling his furbaby. 

“Buck, she doesn’t need-

“Yes she does” he huffed, tossing in another bag of treats, so she’d get to pick between chicken, turkey or tuna. As soon as you arrived back at the compound with about half the store, Bucky set all the things down in the living room before going and grabbing his favorite thing in the world, the most proud cat dad. 

“You like all this babygirl?” He cooed, letting her sniff her new presents, happily batting a feathery ball before taking her time to swat at the bags everything came in. 

“Of course she likes the bags” You snorted while Bucky shook his head. You picked up her up and set her down on your lap to the the different collars you’d bought her; each in every color of the rainbow with a cute silver bell in the middle. Each one looked perfect on her white fur, the pink one seemingly her favorite. You picked up the last collar which hung  too low around her neck, about 3 sizes too large. 

“Aww baby, I think this is a little big for you” You slipped off the black collar her head and put the pink one back on while Bucky picked up the black one you set aside. 

“This ones huge” Bucky mused, holding it up to his own neck and fastening it, giggling at the fact that it actually fit him. “Now we match, baby girl” He grinned, grabbing Alpine and holding her up to his face, her little nose twitching, trying to boop it against his. She slow blinked, purring and tucking herself into his neck for cuddles, eventually slinking away again to play with her latest haul. 

“I think I’d make a good cat” Bucky stated to himself while he stretched out on the couch where the sun was hitting, settling himself against the cushions. 

“What” You snorted, sorting through the cat food and organizing it while Bucky folded his arms behind his head, lounging lazily in the warm sun. 

“I’m low maintenance" He thought to himself, listing all the reasons he thought made him cat quality, “I like naps. I like chicken. I like dark spaces. I like belly scratches-

“Really, Mr. Don’t come near me within a 10 Ft. radius?” The laugh you let out made him pout, retracting his previous statement.  

“Fine. I like when you give me belly rubs. You’re always giving them to Alpine, give me some”

“A child is what you are-” You shook your head, scooting near the edge of the sofa from where you were seated on the floor, turning around to your ridiculous boyfriend. Your breath hitched in your thrown, suddenly forgetting how to breath while Bucky laid on his back, still wearing the collar, the leather material matching his tight black t-shirt and jeans. His t-shirt had ridden up, giving you a pretty view of the faint trail of hair that continued down his jeans, the sun making the silver on the bell sparkle. 

“You okay, baby?” He asked, noting you looked like you were lost in thought, lips lightly parted, breathing heavier. 

“Y-yeah” you nodded, still staring at the little silver bell, shaking your head and the less than innocent thoughts that tried to sneak in. “You’re wearing the collar?” 

“M’cute with it” He shrugged like a little shit, “C’mon, pet me” He grinned, bringing you back in earth, happily humming when you playfully rolled your eyes and sat beside him, letting your fingers graze over his abs, rubbing his tummy up and down. 

“Happy now?” You cocked an eye brow while he nodded, closing his eyes and started falling asleep, the collar still staring right back at you. 

Sitting so pretty on his thick neck. 

Black leather with that delicate little bell-

“Very” He mumbled, half asleep, soon dozing off completely. 

The fucker kept it on the whole day.

And it was driving you insane.

You knew he was near by because every time he moved, it would ring ever so softly, courtesy of his ability to walk so quietly from his assassin training. The collar was taunting you at this point. Delicate little rings everywhere he went. 

You nearly lost your absolute shit when Steve and Sam cackled at the fact that he was in a cat collar. It wasn’t the teasing that drove you up the wall. It was the way Steve inspected the bell and the way Bucky tilted his head up like a little puppy to give them a better view, Steve’s large hand tracing around the leather, if only it was your hand, curving around his neck, your good boy sitting so patiently- 

Relax. 

What the fuck was going on with you. 

You’d managed to get through the day without busting another brain cell, sitting against the headboard with a book while Bucky got ready for bed. 

“Babe, can you help take this off?” Bucky strolled in the room, fresh from his shower, droplets of water trailing down his body, disappearing into the towel that was wrapped around his waist, that fucking collar ringing every time he moved. You couldn’t help but sigh at how cute he looked, cheeks flushed from the heat of the water, little jingles ringing as he came over to you. He sat by your side, lazily flopping over onto your lap, while you carded your fingers through his damp hair. 

“You look so cute” You giggled, ignoring the way your pulse was beating quicker, body feeling hot, he looked so fucking pretty- 

“Yeah? You think I’d make a good pet?” He asked playfully, nuzzling into your lap, a deep rumble emitting from his chest when you grazed your nails against his scalp. You continued to massage down his back, his body flexing and adjusting, making the towel around his waist slip, giving you a glimpse of his perfectly toned ass, back muscles rippling. 

“Fuck” You whimpered, you tried so hard to will away the filth that was plaguing your mind again, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice but he did. He most certainly did. He smirked to himself, he could practically smell you arousal, nudging his face between your legs before sitting up and kneeling in front of you. 

He was bare naked, thighs splayed apart while he sat back on his heels, his cock hard, standing tall and proud against his tummy, leaking at the tip. The only thing he had on was still that fucking collar, the twinkling silver taunting you. 

“There something you like, doll?” He cooed, shamelessly letting your eyes rake up and down his body, giving you the most perfect view of his heavy balls, his swollen pink tip, his perfect peach nipples, his pillowy soft lips. 

“You just look-so pretty with this on” You whispered, sitting up, tracing your fingers around the leather, flicking the bell lightly, continuing to trace over his Adams apple, “Don’t take it off yet” You whispered, letting your hand caress down his body, grabbing his shoulders and shoving him to lie back on the mattress, throwing off your pj’s while his mouth watered seeing you so feral. 

His pretty girl so needy all because he was in a cat collar. 

“Be my good boy, baby” you cooed, trailing kisses from his neck to his shoulders before tugging his nipples in your mouth, flicking your tongue over them, making him whine. You giggled, blowing over them, watching them peak as you continued to make your way down, finally reaching his aching cock. 

You licked up a drop of precum that was leaking out, your tongue just grazing over his sensitive glans making him moan.

“Oh god” Bucky’s eyes rolled back at the feeling of you teasing his slit with your tongue, his hips lifting off the bed to chase more of your mouth. You pushed your tongue against his cockhead slightly making him hiss, gripping the sheets, nearly tearing them, “Please baby, take it all in your mouth” 

You lightly smacked the side of his thigh to stop his squirming, wrapping your lips around the tip, sucking more of his length, loving how broken he sounded, unable to keep still. You sucked and licked every bit of him, getting his balls wet, nipping his sensitive inner thighs. You couldn’t take the feeling of being empty anymore, straddling his erection, pressing your bare cunt on him, covering his length in your slick. 

“You’re soaked” He groaned, feeling your arousal drip all over him, grabbing your hips to rub his cock on you more. 

“You wanna fuck me, baby?” You teased, taking his cock in your hand and lining it up with your entrance, pressing the tip just enough to make him sob without taking his full length, “Wanna put your cock in me?” 

“Please, let me fuck you, I’ll make you feel so good baby” He groaned, biting his lip as you started to sink down on his cock. You didn’t get the chance to ride him; as soon as his entire length was in you, he planted his feet and slammed your hips down to meet his thrusts, fucking up into you like a sexdoll. 

“B-BUCKKY” You squealed, broken moans leaving you lips as he fucked up into you harder, grunting and moaning, the collar around his neck just tight enough to make him pant. 

“Take it baby, you like me like this? Like me in a little collar just for you?” He looked at you with glassy eyes, his jaw slack, a thin sheen of sweat glistening off his skin. The soft rings the bell made each time he thrusted up into you made your pussy clench, making your orgasm barrel towards you within no time. 

“Fucking me so good Bucky, keep going babyy” You moaned while he gripped your hips harder, determined to do such a good job for you, angling his hips to make your belly bulge. “I-I’m gonna-FUCK BUCKY” You brought your hand down to rub your clit, grinding down on his cock as your pussy started to flutter and pulse, gripping his cock with a vice like grip. 

Your other hand flew to his neck; his eyes grew wide when you tugged at the collar, choking him slightly, a pornographic moan escaping his lips, his cock immediately throbbing. 

“OH GOD M’GONNA CUMMM!” Bucky started to lose his pace, giving you harsh sloppy thrusts, the sounds of skin on skin and wetness squelching filling the room as he fucked all his cum into you. You slumped on top of him, out of breath while he thrusted as best as he could to get you both through your highs, whining and whimpering at the way he cock continued to drip. 

You snuggled into the crook of his neck, kissing his hot skin, smiling against the black material that was still around him, the bell ringing as you toyed with it. 

“You’re keeping that collar” You panted while Bucky let out a breathless chuckle, still reeling over his orgasm, body still jolting from the after shocks. 

“Damn right” 

[panda-writes-kpop]

TWICE - Reaction to S/O Cuddling A Plushie (Requested!)

A/N: We're back to two uploads a week since I'm trying to clear my WIP before December 1st! I want to take a small hiatus for the week before and of exams plus I can spend time with family and friends for a bit without having a bunch of stress and extra responsibilities.

Also, to the lovely anon that requested this since I no longer have that request - I am so happy that my works bring you peace and happiness. I know what it’s like to go through rough periods, trust me, I’ve been through my fair share. There is light at the end of the tunnel, and I promise the future will be so much better than your present. I can’t promise that the road will be easy, or that you won’t want to give up, but stick it out, okay? My writing will always be here for you to enjoy, and I’m so glad I could bring you some peace of mind during a rough part of your life. Wishing you all the love and joy that the world can possibly bring your way. <3

TW: None!

♡ Masterlist ♡

100% teases you by pretending to be jealous

“Ah, well, I guess I’ll just have to find someone else to cuddle since you’re busy.” 

She blushes like crazy when you pull her into your arms along with your plushie

“Yah, I was joking, baby!”

Completely unbothered by the presence of a stuffed animal

Happily accepts the cuddles, and she gives your stuffed animal a boop on the nose in approval

She may tease you about it if you’re okay with it

“Do you mind if I hold you as well, or are you a little too… preoccupied at the moment?”

Otherwise she’ll wrap an arm around you and stare at you lovingly as you hold your plushie

“You’re adorable, honey. Have I ever told you that?”

Definitely does not notice until she’s in your arms and feels the plushie digging into her back

“What are you poking me fo- Oh, it’s your plushie!”

Will apologize to said plushie or the guilt will eat at her all day

“I’m so sorry! I really didn’t mean to hurt you!”

Will hold the plushie along with you as long as you let her do so

Immediately pulls out her phone and starts taking pictures

“Smile, my love!”

And then she sets the photo as her screensaver and your contact photo

Will want to get in on the cuddles with said plushie

“You’ll let me cuddle with the two of you, right?”

It warms her heart to see you happy, especially if you’re on edge a lot or have been going through a rough period

She won’t disturb you as you cuddle in peace, but she may check up on you if your plushie is a comfort animal for your rougher days

“Is everything alright, babe? Do you want to talk about anything?”

She’ll happily observe you and the plushie from afar unless you invite her to join… who is she to say no to that?

“Of course I’ll join you! I missed you while I was at work all day, you know, and I like when we can just relax like this.”

Her heart internally combusts as her face externally combusts

You’re too adorable for her heart to handle sometimes, but she rarely admits it

“I like seeing you happy with your plushie… it makes me happy too.”

Will buy you matching plushies for your birthday if you’re a plushie fan

“I know you like the plushie you have… but I got matching ones for us so you’ll always be with me and I’ll always be with you.”

Definitely teases you a lot and/or makes jokes

“It’s only been eight hours and I’ve been replaced… I see how it is, then.”

You know she’s joking by the way she grins and laughs when you scoff at her.

Settles by your side and lays her head on your shoulder as you hold her hand while holding your plushie

A sweet, toothy smile breaks out on her face.

“I love you so, so much, and I hope you know that.”

You are simply too cute for her to handle!

She tries to sneakily take a picture, but you catch her in the act.

“Sorry, baby! You just looked so cute with that plushie…”

Enjoys just being in the room with you while you cuddle your plushie because the sweet, soft vibes cannot be replicated when Chaeyoung is by herself

She leans against the doorframe and just… observes with a lovesick smile.

Your child-like glee really comes out when you cuddle your plushie, and if you rarely show that side of you off, Tzuyu just wants to enjoy that part of you while it’s present.

“Do you mind if I join you, love?”

You invite her to sit next to you, and you place one of her hands on the plushie as she plays with your hair with her free hand.

She’s mostly quiet while enjoying the moment with you, but she will talk to you if you want to talk with her.

[zerokurokawa]

Hello. Anything fluff for Shinichiro please 🙏🫶

Pass The Wrench, Darling | Shinichiro x Reader <3

It was a cruel, hot summer day. You and Shinichiro were working his shop - well, he was working and you were assisting him by passing him tools and him asking to use your tiny hands for screwing in bolts. He had gotten a request to fix up a rather tediously broken down bike that needed to be taken completely apart in order to fix and you were his right hand woman today. 

"Hun, pass the wrench please." He would say without looking up, sweat dripping down his forehead as he was dressed in his mechanical suit and a T-shirt. You had decided that wearing some high waisted shorts with a white tank top and one of his shop shirts was the best way to go. 

You pass him the wrench, sitting down next to him as he pulls out the oil pan. He didn't mean to, but the oil pan got caught on the edge of the bike and splashed all over you. He looked at you, expecting you to be mad, but you were laughing instead. 

Oil was splashed all over your tank top and a little bit had landed on your face. He quickly grabbed a shop towel and wiped your face, leaving you giggling again at his sudden actions. Shinichiro couldn't help but to think about how cute you looked, sitting next to him covered in grease and oil. Working on bikes was his favorite past time alongside spending time with you.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen-" You cut him off, laughing again. 

"It's fine, Shin. I'm having fun learning about bikes with you. I knew I was going to get messy." 

He just smiled at you with a sincere look on his face. That's when you decided to get playful and dip your finger in the grease and boop his nose. He laughed, wiping his nose and playfully shoving your shoulder. 

"You know, I'm getting kind of hungry. Could we go grab something to eat?" He asked, getting up and walking towards the shop's sink to wash his hands. You followed him, nodding your head. 

"I feel like sushi..." You said, washing your hands alongside him. He nodded his head in response. 

"Anything for you, babe!" He smiled cheerfully. Shinichiro was just so happy to have you as his girlfriend. You were the light of his life, the sun in the sky to him. He often finds himself reminiscing on how he had asked you out. 

He was socially awkward when it came to girls but he had befriended you at first. While washing his hands, he was thinking about how lucky he was to have you in general, since all of the other girls he liked rejected him for little to no reason. 

You snapped him out of his thoughts. 

"Shin, let's go!" You gave him a warm smile. He just turned around and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

"Ya know, I'm just to happy to have you..." He trailed off as he spoke softly into your ear. 

"And I'm lucky to have you!" You giggled, feeling his breath against the crook of your neck. He leaned in and kissed you on your forehead, leaving you in awe as he backed away, tugging your hand in his. Shinichiro couldn't help but to be thankful of his beautiful, wonderful girlfriend. 

(A/N: I hope you like this, all the love to you!!)

[syoish-aot]

"I Found You (too)" - EREN/READER - REINCARNATION AU (chapter 3)

eren/reader

reincarnation & memory loss

rating: M (16+)

cw: hospitalization, attempted nonconsensual drugging

word count: 3135

**I've got music in this part again (because I love writing scenes to music), so make sure you've got Please, Please, Please by Sabrina Carpenter at the ready because the scene is much better if you're listening along.

<- CH 2 | CH 4 ->

“Hey Armin.”

“What’s up?

“You know how you told me that she-... that she’s not from our first life?”

Even though the phone pressed to his ear, Eren could still hear Armin take a quick breath. “Y-Yeah.” His friend stuttered. 

“Well um-... Well, I think we were wrong…”

Your eyes finish slowly moving around the unfamiliar bedroom and, once you feel like you’ve properly taken it all in, you get out of bed.

You slowly walk towards the partly open bedroom door and peek your head out, curious to see what your home looks like in the light of day.

From your spot in the doorway, you can see a large couch. There’s a pillow on it and a blanket, messily thrown over the back. A coffee table with scattered pieces of paper and a chipped tea cup. One side of the wall has a large window and a balcony, which is the source of most of the light.

From another room, just across from the couch, you can hear shuffling.

Sizzling. 

Feet against tile and music playing. There’s a voice, just barely audible as he hums along to the melody on the radio.

(at least you assume it’s a radio)

You can’t help slowly creeping towards the kitchen so you can watch. It’s Mr. Kruger. He’s standing in front of the stove and holding a spatula in one hand, with a small black cat in the other. He flips a pancake, bouncing to the beat of the music as he rocks the cat back and forth in his arms.

A smile spreads across your face as he starts to mumble the words to the unfamiliar song:

I know I have good judgment, I know I have good taste.

It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way,

I promise 'em that you're different and everyone makes mistakes

But just don't-

The kitten reaches up to boop his nose, so Mr. Kruger looks down at it.

I heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand-up guy

Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight

I tell them it's just your culture and everyone rolls their eyes

Yeah, I know

All I'm asking, baby~

Suddenly, he holds the spatula like a microphone:

Please Please Please

Don't prove I'm right!

You notice that the cat he’s holding is missing an eye.

And please, please, please

Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice

He kisses its forehead.

Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another.

I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker

oh~

Mr. Kruger places the cat on the counter and taps its nose along to the beat:

Please Please Please!

Next to the first cat is a second. This one is orange and white and almost triples the other one in size. Mr. Kruger scratches it under its chin before he continues to sing, this time slightly louder with more confidence, as if he’s completely oblivious to his surroundings and the fact that he’s being watched.

And we could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me I'm just kidding, but really, really, really-

The spatula becomes his microphone again.

Please, Please, Please

Don't prove I'm right~

The cat that had woken you up stumbles into the kitchen and rubs against Mr. Kruger’s leg.

And please, Please, Please,

Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice!

He crouches down to pet the cat’s head. 

Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another,

I beg you, don't embarrass me, Motherfucker, oh~

The cat lets out a happy ‘mrr’ as Mr. Kruger scoops it up into his arms and dramatically holds it up in the air. Its three limbs dangle uselessly at its side.

If you wanna go and be stupid Don't do it in front of me~

He lowers the cat to cuddle it to his chest.

If you don't wanna cry to my music Don't make me hate you prolifically~

“Mrr.” The cat says again before it looks across the room at you. 

Please, please, please,

Mr. Kruger sings.

Please, please, please,

He tilts his head to the side.

Please,

He follows the cat’s line of sight

Please,

He sees you.

please, pl-

“Ah!” Mr. Kruger jumps, dropping his spatula to the floor as his face suddenly burns bright red. The cat jumps from his arms and stumbles to land on account of its missing back leg.

It wobbles as it runs past you out of the kitchen while the last few notes of the song ring out. Mr. Kruger is left completely frozen.

You press your hand to your lips and hold back a laugh.

Then the fire alarm goes off and the kitchen fills with smoke.

“So it’s… a radio then?” You ask as you flip around the strange device that Mr. Kruger had been listening to his song. It’s smooth like glass but it isn’t heavy enough to be a solid piece. 

“That’s one thing you can use it for, yeah.” Mr. Kruger explains as he holds out his hand and you give him back the phone (which was a strange thing for him to call, considering it looked nothing like a phone). “It’s also a camera.” He explains as he clicks one of the buttons on the side and suddenly you’re looking right through the device to the floor.

“Woah!” You exclaim, excitedly grabbing it back from him as you flip it around in your hands again. “...this is such a strange dream…” You mumble to yourself.

“What?”

“Nothing!” You quickly say, worried that if you think too hard about the fact that this is a dream you’ll wake up.

You give him the device back, sure that he’ll have even more fascinating things to show you as the day goes on. 

On the coffee table in front of you are two empty plates from the breakfast Mr. Kruger had made for you. It was delicious, sweet pancakes with more syrup than you’d ever been allowed. You’d gotten so used to bland rations with no flavour whatsoever. Even your tea always had to be taken black because anything else would be a waste of the limited resources that you had. 

Sitting on the couch next to you is the brown cat that woke you up. He’s purring softly with his legs tucked under him. He occasionally nuzzles against your thigh to beg for attention, so you pat his head and give it to him.

Mr. Kruger has the black kitten on his lap. She’s completely asleep but her tail twitches every once and a while despite it.

Between the two of you is the big fat orange and white one. He’s grooming himself after he spent your whole meal begging for food (which Mr. Kruger said you weren’t allowed to give him because he was on a strict diet). 

You’d met a few cats before, street cats that were wary of humans and would only let you near them if you had the promise of food (which you never did). These cats are the exact opposite of that though and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of affection as you watch Mr. Kruger idly scratch the kitten behind the ear as he taps away at the glass phone in his hands.

“There are some people coming over later.” Mr. Kruger tells you as he puts the phone down on the table.

“Some people?” You ask.

“Yeah. Our friends they um- they wanna talk to you.”

“Which friends?”

Mr. Kruger sounds hesitant to answer. “You probably don’t remember them.”

You scowl. “Why not.”

“I uh- it’s- they’ll explain it.”

“Why can’t you explain it?”

“I don’t wanna confuse you.”

“Why would you confuse me?”

“Just-” Suddenly he seems irritated and he’s more reminiscent of the Mr. Kruger that you know. Of the real Mr. Kruger that exists outside of this place. “I’m sorry.” He says, which isn’t something the real Mr. Kruger often says. “I don’t want to make this harder for you.”

You study his face.

His beautiful face.

You study the way his eyebrows tense and scrunch together in frustration before, with a sigh, they flatten again and he looks over at you with so much care in his eyes that it makes your heart feel like it might beat right out of your chest.

“Mr. Kruger?” You ask, just above a whisper.

“Yeah?” He answers, just as softly.

But you don’t really have anything to ask him. You want to ask him, of course. You want to ask him where you are, but you can’t risk that. 

Because if you ask him then-... then you might wake up.

His hand moves to the couch between you and you feel his fingers gently brush against it. It sends an electric rush of heat up your arm that radiates through your entire body.

“It’ll make more sense eventually.” Mr. Kruger tells you.

“...okay.” You say.

But you don’t want it to make sense.

It’s so much more peaceful if it doesn’t.

Mr. Kruger is frustrated today.

You don’t know why he is, but one of the doctors sent you in to “deal with him”. Since, apparently, you’re the one he’s the most reasonable with. 

You’re not sure what you’ve done to earn Mr. Kruger’s favour over the last few weeks, but if his favour is what gets you praised by the higher-ups you aren’t going to complain.

Briefly, you think back to Myra’s comment. Her little: “He probably has a crush on you.” But you immediately brush that thought away. He was probably just the type to respond better to positive reinforcement. Lord knows enough of the hospital staff leaned towards using the opposite method with patients.

So that’s why you’re there, knocking lightly on Mr. Kruger’s door an hour after you normally head home for the day.

There’s no answer, so you push it open.

“Mr. Kruger?” You ask softly.

He’s sitting on his bed, staring out the window and completely lost in thought.

He must not even notice that you’re there, so you’re cautious as you approach him, all too familiar with how violent some patients can be if they’re surprised.

“Mr. Kruger?” You ask for the second time, hoping that he’ll respond now that you’re closer.

He doesn’t. 

You move towards the window, careful to put enough space between yourself and him that you could move away if he lunged for you. Once you’re at the far end of the room, you can finally see his face. 

He’s in a daze, just like you thought he would be, trapped between his world and another as he stares out at the horizon.

You know exactly how it feels to be that far away.

“Mr. Kruger.” You say for the third time. This time it’s softer, barely above a whisper as if you’re politely asking for his attention instead of demanding it.

He blinks.

And then he looks over at you for half a second before looking down at his lap.

“Oh.” He says. “It’s you.”

You smile softly. “Yeah, it’s me.” Now that he’s aware of his surroundings, you step closer to him. “Dr. Rall said you didn’t want to take your medication this evening.” You point out. The paper cup is sitting empty on his bedside table, but you know it isn’t because he’d taken them, but because he’d hidden the pills under his tongue. You had a replacement in your pocket, but you wouldn’t give it to him until you were sure he’d accept it.

You’d never taken the time to check if Mr. Kruger was taking his medications before, always trusting that he had (especially with how often he complained about wanting his painkillers), but this evening you’d been wrapped up with another patient so Dr. Rall had come in to give Mr. Kruger his medications instead.

Dr. Rall was the type to demand proof that they’d been swallowed.

And they hadn’t been.

You could see a deep purple bruise forming against Mr. Kruger’s cheek in the shape of a thumb. You didn’t need to ask to know that it was where Dr. Rall had grabbed him as he tried to force the pills down his throat. 

Mr. Kruger had bitten him in defiance, nearly chomping his thumb clean off. 

The blood splattered across the front of his shirt was proof enough of that. 

“He wouldn’t tell me what the green one was.” Mr. Kruger explained simply, with no emotion behind his tone to indicate anything about his mood.

“Oh.” You answer softly.

“So, what is it?” Mr. Kruger asks you, slowly meeting your eyes again after he’d spent the last few seconds avoiding your gaze.

Your chest suddenly felt tight as your palms became damp.

You normally avoided making eye contact with him. Making eye contact it-... it felt strange.

Confusing.

Because staring into his eyes sometimes felt like it brought you to a different plane of existence. Their deep blues and greens were so beautiful almost- almost out of place against the bags beneath them and his unshaven face.

It made you wonder what his eyes would look like on someone else or maybe on- on a different version of him. A happier version. A version that hadn’t been surrounded by war and pain and death. A version of him that existed somewhere-

…somewhere nice.

You wondered how his eyes would light up the rest of his face somewhere like that.

Mr. Kruger sighs at your lack of answer and pushes himself out of bed. He stumbles as he reaches for his crutch, but you’re immediately at his side, holding him up so he won't fall.

“Gotta change-” he mumbles as he tries to step towards the shelf on the other side of the room that housed a single change of clean clothes.

“I’ll help you.” You say.

“I don’t need your help.” He pushes you away.

“You can’t walk,” you tell him as you try to guide him back to the bed, “just sit down and I’ll-”

“I SAID I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!!”

You don’t want it to affect you. It shouldn’t affect you.

You’d been yelled at by plenty of patients. Doctors. Fellow nurses. Being screamed at was in your job description and it was something that happened to you every single day so it shouldn’t affect you, it shouldn’t but-

But you can feel heat form in the back of your eyes.

Your vision blurs.

His words rattle in your ear.

Mr. Kruger had always been so quiet. So wrapped up in his head that you couldn’t imagine him raising his voice. 

That’s why he was your favourite. Because he was. Mr. Kruger was your favourite and he had a habit of slipping away to spend time somewhere else, just like you did.

He was your favourite.

“Th- The green pills are a sedative.” You tell Mr. Kruger as you blink back your tears and hand him his crutch. You don’t pull away from him until you’re confident he’s stable enough to stand on his own. Then you take a step back. “We give them to the patients that become violent. I don’t know why Dr. Rall wants to start you on them.”

Mr. Kruger doesn’t say anything as he hobbles to the other side of the room. He grabs a shirt, a clean shirt, with no blood stains mucking up the front.

He leans his crutch against the wall as he pulls his old shirt off and tosses it to the floor.

He stumbles.

He catches himself on the wall.

He can’t lift his hand away to pull the shirt over his head without risking falling over again.

So, he grabs his crutch and staggers back to the bed where he sits down.

“I haven’t been violent.” He mutters.

“I know.”

“Then why are they drugging me?”

“I-... I don’t know.”

And you don’t. Truly you don’t. You were the nurse that tended to Mr. Kruger the most and you’d never indicated on your reports that he was anywhere close to even mildly uncooperative. He’d always taken his medications. Always changed when you asked him to, bathed when it was his day for that, asked softly to be escorted to the washroom, the courtyard, or just for a walk down the hall.

He was a model patient, really.

“...guess they’ve a got reason to now.” Mr. Kruger mumbles as he pulls his shirt over his head now that he’s seated and wouldn’t risk falling over.

“Yeah I-... I guess they do.” 

Mr. Kruger finishes getting changed. His arms fall to his sides once his new shirt is on. He’ll still need a bath though. There’s dried blood on his chest.

You brush that thought aside: “But I-... um…”

“What?”

“I could… I could not give them to you…”

Your eyes meet again and it’s the same as it always is- your heart hammers in your chest as his blue-green eyes, eyes that are so beautiful and don’t belong on such a depressed face, light up.

For an instant, it takes you somewhere else.

For an instant, everything is so warm.

“And why would you do that?” Mr. Kruger asks, still maintaining eye contact.

“Because I… I have no reason to believe that you need them.”

“Hm.” Mr. Kruger hums before he breaks away from your stare and looks back out the window, regaining the position he’d been in when you’d come to find him. “I’ll make sure to keep it that way.”

Then he’s gone again and you’re not sure where he’s drifted off to.

But, as he stares out at the horizon, you have a feeling it’s somewhere nice.

You have a feeling it’s somewhere warm.

You leave Mr. Kruger’s room and reach for the clipboard hanging in front of the door. 

It details his entire treatment plan. His daily vitals. When he gets his meals and when he’s given free time outside of his room.

And it lists his medications:

Morphine - checked off for body daily doses Penicillin - checked off for both daily doses Nutrilite  - checked off for both daily doses

And finally:

Zolpidem - newly added to Mr. Kruger’s chart and currently not checked off.

You pat your pocket and you can feel the cylindrical green pill against the fabric. You twirl it between your fingers and recall the way Mr. Kruger had stared out the window, blissfully unaware that you’d even entered the room.

He’d bitten Dr. Rall, but only because the doctor hadn’t answered his question.

Only because the doctor had become violent first.

You can’t blame him for it. You would have done the same. 

So, you pull your hand away from your pocket and grab the pencil tied to the clipboard in your hands.

Zolpidem - ✓

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[cherubofthenight]

Manifesting my Dream Self 🍦🍓

i had to post this cuz i culdnt find it when i posted it privately yikes

if someone does read this, note that i do acknowledge 'her' as me and this is just to make it more fun :)

1) characterization

Determining her physical, mental and emotional traits. Her goals, her values, her morals. What is she like? How would you want people to describe her? Does she have a good relationship with her family? Does she have a s/o? Things like that.

2) bring her to life

Do as she would do. Dress as she would dress (if possible). Act as she would act. Stick by everything I decided for her. Positive self talk- which will be manual until I grasp it and it becomes automatically. Even if I slip. It’s okay, after all I’m human - I make mistakes.

3) staying on track

Keep a log of this by journalling. Create playlists that align with me. Pinterest boards that align as well and all of my social media will align with me (following blogs that align with me and my goals, subscribing to YouTubers who encourage what I'm looking for etc) so I’m surrounded by this energy.

Yuh, getting into it!

When I picture her, I see what I decided about her, thus that’s what I see when I picture myself.

So what I decided about her.

She has pretty, big doe eyes with perfect 20/20 vision, and long, full, cartoon-like lashes. Her lips are soft, plush, and two-toned, and her dark brown 4a/4b hair is healthy, thick, and long. She’s got the cutest button nose that makes you want to boop it, and her eyebrows? Absolutely perfect. Her face is beautifully balanced, with clear, glassy, dewy skin that’s soft and smooth. She’s got small hands and feet, and a pear-shaped body with curves in all the right places. And aside from her scalp, lashes, and brows, she’s completely hairless—taking care of herself is her priority.

People often compare her to a doll, but she’s known for her sweet yet take-no-shit attitude. She’s an absolute sweetheart and a treasure, and luckily, she knows it. There’s no one quite like her, and she only deserves the best. Anyone who gets to be in her presence is lucky, and she knows she’s her own muse. Despite the confidence she exudes, she’s always working on bettering herself, knowing growth is part of life. She values authenticity and surrounds herself with people who appreciate her strength and softer side.

She’s independent, self-assured, and deeply compassionate, striking the perfect balance between confidence and kindness. Her sweetness is just who she is—it’s not something she tries to perform. She’s all about meaningful connections and is always there for the people she loves. She moves through the world with a gentle grace, and her kindness reflects how much she loves herself. She never seeks validation because she already knows her worth. She’s happiest in her own peace, and her warmth radiates wherever she goes. She loves her own company and is her own greatest inspiration.

She recently moved into her own apartment, where everything reflects her style—immaculate and organized. She drives a matte black Audi RS, a white Honda CRV, and a pink Mazda Miata. Her closet is filled with the finest pieces, blending simplicity and elegance, so she’s always effortlessly chic. And of course, accessories are a girl’s best friend (besides herself, obviously). She’s committed to her well-being, practicing yoga or Pilates daily for balance and serenity. When she wants to push herself, she turns to calisthenics. She loves cooking healthy meals and experimenting with recipes to nourish her body and mind.

She’s got a boyfriend who’s intelligent, attentive, and hilarious. He has an incredible job with flexible hours, and he’s got two cars of his own. He can dance, sing, and is a family man, soft-spoken, a lover boy, and a bit nerdy, too. He’s obsessed with her (in a healthy way!) and always makes her happiness a priority. He even plans to buy her a pink Porsche 911 Turbo S (because she’s been dreaming of one).

She believes to be a pretty, artistic, strong, diligent yet delicate person.

Rules:

1. Starting to plan to start and end my day with a little prayer to myself, gratitude first and then reminder of the dream girl I am and will be.

2. Taking time to connect with nature or engage in outdoor activities

3. Practicing daily meditation or mindfulness

4. Surrounding herself with positive and supportive people

5. Setting achievable goals and celebrating small successes

6. Maintaining a healthy lifestyle by eating nutritious meals and getting enough sleep

7. Being willing to step outside of their comfort zone and try new things

8. Prioritizing self-care and making time for activities that bring joy and relaxation

Snippet of my Pinterest board:

what's mine will always find me <3

My spotify playlist:

Suggestions are welcome !

My fav affirmations:

what's mine will always find me

i don't chase, i attract

i'm not afraid to get what i want

my value exists out of what others think of me.

my potential is limitless, and anything is possible as long as I believe

and most importantly,

The reminder that I'm already her, no matter what.

I go more in-depth in my notion but this is basically the outline for what I’m gonna do.

And a small note:

everything that I claimed is mine has proven itself to be true.

From Bambi, To Doll, Love, you 😘 .

[brakingpoint]

i missed your answer but happy day of the lord i'd love you to rank drivers by hotness because i think you're hilarious

you know what it's been like three days of the lord since you sent this but i've finally got bevved on one of them so let's go. i do not believe in rankings so i will instead be offering my commentary in current drivers championship standings order

max verstappen - i wont lie i know he's not everyone's cup of tea but i do find him quite sexy. do not understand the overwhelming tit hype on this website because this man would have to clench for his life to fill a victoria's secret training bra but it's fine because his beautiful autistic rizz and enchantingly bold nose make up for it. points deducted because i can tell his skincare routine is dish soap

lando norris - 2019 lando norris is like, i am honestly too old to have found him sexy if i'd been into f1 at the time bc even though we're only like 2/3 years apart in age he looks about 5 years younger than me. but i can completely get how if you were like 16 at the time he would seem like the cutest boy on the planet. like up all night era one direction vibes you know. unfortunately his 2024 styling with the weird desperate attempt at facial hair makes him look like a man who uses snapchat for evil

charles leclerc - objectively beautiful man crafted by the gods themselves but i can't honestly say he makes me feel anything carnally. i look at him as i would a marble sculpture in a museum

oscar piastri - he is not a bad looking guy but he does nothing for me. partially an age thing and partially his complete lack of rizz. he doesn't have time to be sexy he's got a job to do and that job is scaring the pants off lando norris every time he's within DRS range

carlos sainz - sometimes i think he is one of the top 10 sexiest men ever to exist on the planet and sometimes i think he looks like that really angry eagle off the muppets. he's got to work the right angles

lewis hamilton - much like charles leclerc he is someone who is so deeply objectively sexy that it almost reverts to me feeling nothing wait a second somebody just beamed psychic images of those interviews from like singapore 2019 where he had his hair up but with a couple bits framing his face so gorgeously and now i can't form words or think of anything else

george russell - the thing you have to understand is i went to oxford and i went clubbing a lot in oxford and so i have made out with a number of george russell lookalikes that is easily in the double figures. and i have zero regrets

sergio perez - he's not sexy he is like a cabbage patch doll whose nose i want to boop so fondly as i very gently whisper in his ear to DRIVE FUCKING FASTER

fernando alonso - i don't find him sexy but at the same time i can understand why lance stroll does

nico hulkenberg - i feel like you either have to be a really really straight woman or a really really gay european man to find him hot. and i am unfortunately neither

lance stroll - i'm refraining from answering until he grows his hair back out. at which point i will still refrain from answering but moreso for my own dignity

yuki tsunoda - we must not underestimate the rizz of a man so short he could be a back up dancer on sabrina carpenter's short 'n' sweet tour. i can unequivocally say i would

alex albon - you see physically he is not really my type but being engaged in conversation with him for more than five minutes would have me so horny i can barely breathe. i just love a dork yknow. i feel like i'd match with him on tinder by the strength of his bio even though his selfies are a bit shit and then i'd be actively drooling throughout the entire date

daniel ricciardo - in 2018, yes. in 2021 onwards, no. was he in some sort of reverse dorian grey situation where his portrait has gotten both hotter and attained better f1 results? who knows

pierre gasly - if he brings back the long swoopy hair with the frosted tips we are back in fucking business quite frankly

ollie bearman - i know he's technically an adult but he looks so young that even including him in this poll as an aside feels noncey to me

kevin magnussen - i have nothing to say. next

esteban ocon - he's tall, i suppose

franco colapinto - once again it's an ollie bearman situation where i can objectively acknowledge that he's a handsome lad but i've been following him since he was 19. i CANNOT see him that way.

zhou guanyu - i feel like his inherent swag is wasted in f1 i'd probably fancy him a lot more if he was some rando catwalk model i saw reblogged onto my dash precisely once when he was walking the runway in dior's latest collection at paris fashion week or something

logan sargeant (rip) - i really can't knock the people who fancy him because i feel like if you're american making out with 5000 guys who look just like him at college parties is my equivalent of making out with a ton of george russell impersonators at oxford. but thus i cannot see it due to our vastly different life experiences

valtteri bottas - he's hot in the way that like i walk into a gay bar and see the posters of men in leather jockstraps plastered around the place and go you know what this is not targeted to me but i can see why this is hugely titillating to the people these pictures were actually put up for. he's the closest to 1980s gay porn we have on this grid and i have to hugely respect that even if he's not my personal type

bonus liam lawson round - he looks like he was meant to debut in a boyband circa 2014 but accidentally got locked in a portaloo before their first recording session and they just kind of forgot about him there and he's just stumbled out into the daylight right now for the first time in 10 years and he's a little startled and hasn't learned about modern fashion yet but he's still kind of hot to people who would have desperately fancied luke from 5SOS were they above the age of seven at the time that band debuted

[quietlyimplode]

ignite your bones

After the fall of General Dreykov, and the remnants of the Red Room still at large, Natasha first year at SHIELD is anything but healing. Labeled a traitor and a turncoat, Natasha tries to find her footing in a strange new world.

Whumptober 2024: Day 31 - making amends (We made it!!)

Warnings: none I can think of

Word Count: 3k (gif not mine)

Summary: A decision is made about whether Natasha is all allowed to stay at Shield.

Masterlist

Whumptober Masterlist

A/N: a couple of things on this one. Firstly happy Halloween or happy boops for those that celebrate. Second y’all can thank @broken--bow for the completion of this years whumptober and the decrease in errors (all mistakes are ofc my own) - thank you my friend (those words never seem enough); third, vote blue like you’re life depends on it (us politics are insidious in how they effect other countries so please brave the polls however you can) and last, this fic ended up 53k words (in a month!) It’s been an enjoyable write and I hope an enjoyable read but so hard, if you’ve ever written then I’m sure you know how hard it can be to get the words out and making it work alongside prompts and a semi coherent story line can be tricky. So to everyone who’s followed it, my love to you all, esp to those that have encouraged with words (and hearts) , you will forever have my thanks. As always a break for now, until the next fic <3

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Natasha looks around the office, the way it feels generic and familiar at the same time.

Maria, on her left, flicks through the old magazine, scoffing at something whilst Clint paces.

She gets that he’s nervous, but Maria’s nonchalance betrays nerves on her side as well.

Natasha just feels numb.

Tired.

If she doesn’t pass, it’s not their fault.

She hasn’t asked what happens to her, if she doesn’t.

She feels that if they don’t want her, there’s nothing she can do.

If they don’t pass her… what would Olivia do? Would she withhold the information?

Keep it from her?

It was the only parameter; albeit a big one.

Natasha forces a small breath, realising she’d been holding it for too long.

Schooling her body into stillness, she waits with them. Coulson enters, and the woman at the front desk looks up. He nods to her and sits next to Natasha.

She feels her face grow hot.

Embarrassed, she looks at the people who are on her side. It’s not many, but it’s more than she’s ever had.

People that have fought with her and for her.

She swallows the emotions.

She doesn’t have the luxury of hope now.

A man appears at the door, his face stern and without emotion.

“We’re ready,” he announces.

“Barton, you’re first.”

Maria looks up, putting the magazine away.

He follows the man into the room, taking one last look at Natasha as he offers her a rueful smile.

.

“Barton,” greets Fury.

Clint thought there would be more people; not just Fury and a man he had never met before.

This feels better to him.

More fair.

“My name, is Rupert,” the man states, his accent British.

Clint can’t help but give him a lazy grin.

It’s not returned.

He wonders if it was the wrong choice, he doesn’t want to do anything to jeopardize this, he needs to make this okay.

Natasha’s file folder sits in front of him and Clint corrects himself.

“Sir,” he nods, adjusting his posture and leaning slightly forward.

He’d learn quickly in the military, of how to manipulate men in position.

Rupert nods to that, the ranking of respect seemingly going further than Clint thought.

He opens the folder.

Natasha’s young face stares at Clint, she can’t have been more than 8 or 9, her eyes dead but still very clearly her.

Clint rips his eyes away, choosing not to look down again; lest the grief of her be his down fall.

For intents and purposes, the therapy room is a good place for this.

A place Natasha is familiar with, but also not the cold view of the debrief room, where all of them had made her relive hard memories and brutal traumas.

Fury sits forward.

“Nine months ago, you brought Romanoff in. You said that she could make a difference, and help us take down the remnants of the Red Room. Since then, tell us what you think of her now. Was your initial assessment correct?”

Clint knew the questions were coming.

“Yessir.”

“Elaborate.”

Clint swallows, he’d practiced with Maria, having all his thoughts together, but now in the moment, his fear seems to override his brain.

“I.. Uh, I..”

They look at him expectantly and he hazards a glance at the picture.

“She’s worth it. You have, everything that she’s disclosed, all the information that she willing parted with, given up locations and players in a very wide game of chess, and done it at expense to herself.”

Clint takes a breath, now started the words seem easier.

“I don’t know what your experiences are around reliving trauma, but she’s done it because we asked her, she’s relived experiences so that a piece of the puzzle makes more sense for us, so that we can see how it fits into a larger picture. Natasha is an asset, she’s proved herself, look at shield - she’s the one that confirmed - with the intelligence sources that she had, that helped us root out the gangrenous scourge.”

Fury raises an eyebrow.

“I asked her afterwards, I said to her that she could leave, because Shield was not what we promised her. We kept her in the bowels of compound for months, she was poisoned and picked on and then watched me get beaten, and you know what she said?”

He pauses for effect, but he knows they’ll wait for him.

“Where would I go?”

“That’s what she said. ‘Where would I go?’ A black widow, with no place to go, I can’t imagine anyone more dangerous. We talk of people who can do good, of people that want to make the world better, but sometimes we might just need people that see the world a little differently; not just our americanised view. Natasha, left out in the cold, would find her own way, I have no doubt, but harnessing her goodness? Her own power and insight? I can’t imagine anything else more worth it.”

Fury stares at him for a moment, nodding and then in an untidy scrawl writes something that Clint can’t quite see.

“So your initial assessment was correct?” he clarifies.

“Yessir.”

Clint suppresses the urge to take a breath, instead, he bows his head and looks at his hands.

“There’s not much I’m sure about, but I am sure of her.”

He looks up to find the two men in front of him looking at him carefully.

Fury nods again.

“Okay. You may go.”

The words are slow, and Clint feels sure he wants to say something more.

“Oh Barton, if she were to stay, she’d be your partner. Does that change your mind?”

Clint smiles at the door but when he turns around his face is impassive.

“Not at all,” he replies, his voice unwavering.

.

Maria passes Clint, her name called next and takes one last look at Natasha.

The scar on her forehead still healing and Maria wonders if she did the right thing.

“Sir,” she greets Fury.

The other man, introduces himself, the advisor from the world security council looks intelligent.

She’s been wrong before though.

She offers him the same courtesy but turns her attention back to Fury.

“Tell us your current assessment of Shield,” Rupert starts.

It’s not the question she’d been expecting.

“It’s messy,” she starts, thinking on her feet.

Maria thinks quickly of the hierarchies she knows, what to liken it to and how just to explain that they have a long way to go before anyone in shield is completely trustworthy.

“There are currently 628 members of Shield. I think we all know how many were just weeded out and deposed. Each of those members know something of what happened and the rumor mill is wild with stories. I think there needs to be a better system and rankings. It seems ridiculous that we use military rankings and status of missions to determine who is trustworthy. Trust is earned. Both inside and outside of the home. You have a woman working in the library who can speak languages like breathing, new graduates that feel more trustworthy than some who have been here for years but use their power for clout over earning it, and you have an opportunity.”

She looks at Fury.

“Sir.”

Fury gives her a small smile, a sign that she hadn’t gone too far with her assessment.

“So what would you do?” Rupert asks, his voice casual.

“Change it,” Maria says seriously.

“Why not have a ranking system? Levels that give more information and something to work to. Then, clearance is easier. You know who, is in each level, what that rank entails, who can access what. It sounds simplistic but I can tell you how to implement it…”

Maria stops there, embarrassed at her enthusiasm, and the project she’d been working on for the last three weeks.

“I have a presentation.”

It’s the last things she says, the man, Rupert looks at her almost approvingly.

She hazards a look at Fury, expecting anger.

Instead, he cocks his head and stares her down.

She doesn’t quite understand what he’s thinking.

“You have a presentation,” he states, a note of mirth on his voice.

“Yessir.”

Fury leans forward.

“Fine. We can talk about that later. I think you and I need to have more of a conversation about your position too.”

“Sir?”

Maria must look worried as almost immediately Fury waves her off.

“Nothing to be worried about.”

Maria doesn’t feel sure.

“Tell me about your assessment of Natasha.”

Even though Maria knew it was coming, she still feels like she’s not ready to assess her.

“Are you sure you want my opinion?”

She’s stalling she knows.

“Yes,” Fury and Rupert reply in unison.

“She’s unpredictable, wild, traumatised and dangerous,” Maria starts.

She pauses.

“But, she’s an asset. She’s intelligent, resilient, somewhat naïve to American customs but has so much potential. She’s her own person and I think that can only be a good thing. We don’t need yes people, we want people who will assess us as much as we assess them. This is to say nothing on the intelligence she has provided us, the intelligence she has likely held back. Barton has done a good job at supporting her, making this as painless as possible for all involved. I..”

Maria hesitates.

She thinks of Natasha’s shaking hands, and worried eyes in the hospital. The human beyond the black widow. The woman that, despite all she had seen; all she had done, was still kind, still worth saving.

“Barton made the right decision in saving her.”

Fury stares at her.

Rupert looks at her closely.

She doesn’t waver.

“That’s your assessment?”

Maria nods.

“Yessir.”

“Okay.”

Fury shuffles papers.

“You’re dismissed. Ask Coulson to come in. Oh, and Maria?”

She looks up.

“We will meet tomorrow at 8am.”

He smiles, and Maria returns it.

“Yessir.”

.

Natasha watches Maria exit and Coulson enter the room.

She doesn’t say anything but offers a smile and Clint a nod before leaving.

“It’ll be okay,” Clint whispers.

She’d been in there half an hour, but Coulson, it seems like he’s only in there for half the time.

When he exits, he sits down next to Natasha.

“You’re going to be okay,” he assures, almost echoing Clint’s words.

To Natasha it feels like a soothing balm; from both of them.

The anxiety that she feels still simmering but someone else to fight for her, to take the time to reassure her? Natasha feels a strength that differs to anything she’s felt before.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

Clint reaches over and squeezes her hand.

It’s short but she feels emotional, she’s never had men helping her, and here she was, sitting between two of them who have been the biggest supporters she’d ever known.

“When you’re ready,” Coulson tells her, “it’s your turn.”

.

Natasha sits in front of Fury, the other man seemingly inconsequential in the therapy room.

The green couches where Olivia had asked her what she wanted, all those months ago, still the same; but Natasha feels like everything had changed.

“I’ll get right to it,” Fury opens.

“The others have spoken highly of you, of your faults but also of your strengths. I want to hear from you. You are the one the gets to speak now, give your assessment of us, of shield and your experience here.”

He leaves the question open.

The statement throws Natasha. It’s not a direct question and she’s not sure what she should say.

People in power don’t want the truth.

“Its different,” she says truthfully.

“It’s not been easy being here and being ostracized about who I am and where I’ve come from; to be labeled a traitor and… I suppose I agree that who I am is not for everyone, I come from a place that I can be anyone, and often it’s chosen for me. It stands to reason that when I choose it, it won’t always be right.”

Natasha sighs.

“I haven’t done everything right. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make up for what harm I’ve done but I can say that I want to do better.”

She thinks it’s what he wants to hear, and she feels it’s true for her at least.

She watches as Fury narrows his eyes.

“Why here? Why America? You had your pick of secret services or agencies. You could work for getting in the world. Why?”

Natasha thinks of Olivia, of Clint and the way he found her, drugged and tortured.

She remembers wondering what else he was going to do to her, and when he met her with kindness, instead of pain, she felt it.

It burrowed inside and settled.

“There was no choice. I chose shield because you were best placed to protect me. The enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

Fury smirks, his one eye glinting.

“And you just… want to do better.”

Natasha suppresses the urge to shift in the chair, to touch her fingers together or clench her fists.

Interrogation training had definitely beat that out of her.

“Yes.”

She feels her face grow hot under the scrutiny and even to her ears it sounds ridiculous.

Her heart rate quickens, and she can feel the tell tale signs of a panic attack.

Slow it down, she tells herself.

Like Olivia had coached her she searched for the emotion that was giving her disquiet.

Shame, embarrassment, anger. Something else she wasn’t sure of.

Making herself take an audible breath, she looks up at both the men.

“Yes. I want to do better, I don’t want to be someone pawn. My life, is my own. Barton once told me that it didn’t have to be like this, and he’s right, I don’t have to be ashamed of who I am, and what they made me. I can use it, I can be better than that; be better than them. You’re right when you say that I could have gone anywhere, done anything yet still came here and tolerated endless debriefs and torments, and you know what? At times I wished I hadn’t, but I stayed with it because you promised more, and I think that it’s what kept me going.”

She pauses.

“I am my choices and I chose this. For better or worse.”

Rupert looks up. Fury looks down.

“How do we know you won’t defect back?” The older man asks.

Natasha was prepared for that question at least.

“Trust goes both ways, doesn’t it?”

The man nods slowly.

It seems he wants to ask more, but they all sit in the silence as Fury writes one more thing.

He stands.

Natasha copies his movement, taking one more look around the room.

The first time she was in here, she had a panic attack that made her feel like she was dying.

Today, she’d been able to push it back and defend herself.

Growth, she thinks, as she exits without a word.

.

“What do you think?” Fury asks, not daring to hope.

“Well. I think she passes.”

“Yes,” he agrees.

“Probationary. With Barton.”

Rupert bristles.

“Why not Hill? Wouldn’t she be better?”

Fury shakes his head.

“No. I need Hill for something else.”

“Fine. Barton. But Phil has to be their handler. And you both have to report back to the council. She could be a loose cannon and I want oversight.”

Fury rolls his eye.

“Fine.”

He stands and walks to the door.

“It’s like you think we all aren’t working towards the same goal.”

Rupert gathers his jacket and briefcase.

“We all need oversight, Nick. Edith’s done a lamb, come for dinner and we can talk a bit more. I’ll send you my report before I send to congress. Maybe put Barton out of his misery, her too. I still think probationary for the next 3 months, with Belova awol it’ll probably give you enough time to figure out where she’s gone and persuade her to come back.”

Fury opens the door, allowing the other man to walk through it, first.

He adopts a neutral expression, and bids him a formal farewell, watching Natasha, Clint and Coulson stand and look towards them.

Rupert waves goodbye.

“Fine,” he mutters; looking at the apprehension that none of them can conceal, “come in.”

.

Epilogue

Natasha lays back on the shield issue bed, contemplating the day.

She was a shield agent.

On probation, sure, but still she had a badge that said so.

Every handler in the red room would roll in their grave.

She smiles, the ones she had killed anyway.

The other ones? She would just have to make time kill them as well so they had the opportunity.

Yawning, she contemplates the last year. How much her life had changed, how far she’d come without dying.

Dreykov would hate her.

He’d want her dead.

There was still so much work to do; to dismantle what was left of the red room.

If there were any girls left that could come in, or be rehabilitated… if they wanted to be.

Olivia.

Yelena.

She was sure the latter was dead, there was no was she could have survived the brutality of the red room.

But still.

There was a molecule of hope that burned inside Natasha, for all of the things she could do and could be.

The red in her ledger.

The things she had yet to experience and still wanted to to was another - as selfish as she thought it to be.

She takes the badge out again.

Touches the silver imprint, the leather around it.

Clint had looks pleased, so had Maria.

And Coulson, just looked like himself - maybe tellin that he was pleased with all that had eventuated.

She hadn’t quite understood his tells but if he were to be her handler, she’d have to learn that.

Natasha closes her eyes, feel the feelings, just like Olivia had said.

She thinks it’s pride.

[riacte]

Space Opera AU dashboard simulator 2 (but there's plot if you squint) (probably worse than its predecessor)

🚀 renthepilot

HAPPY BITRHDAY TO ME!! I TURN 7!!! :D :D :D <3 <3 <3 RD

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Happy 7th birthday Ren! :)

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Thank u FalsE!!!!!! :DDDDDD >.< RD

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... Why is my 17yo ET1blr mutual talking to a 7yo on Sunblr. I came here for analysis posts but apparently she's babysitting her cousin or perhaps a strangely intelligent dog??

❤️ falsewell

I mean, I would be worried if a 7yo was piloting the glider I race in 🤨

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WDYM THAT GUY IS YOUR RACE PARTNER? OMFG I AM SO SORRY

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Chat do you remember when we found RK and QoH's Sunblr accounts from when they weren't famous and were just two kids in illegal races. Because it was hysterical. Hands up if you thought falsewell was someone's canon url and not QoH herself.

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That interaction was pretty cute to be honest. Ren's still 7 the last I checked.

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[deep sigh] littlewood at the scene of the crime as always

#WHYYYYYYY is he chronically online #he needs to be stopped and locked up #i bet he scrolls through the treebark tag every day #he knows Too Much #do you think he brings up sunblr during dinner #and etho and bigb look at him like hes insane

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save me queen of hearts

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queen of hearts

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queen of hearts save me

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Congratulations on the prophecy!

[Beep boop, this is a gimmick blog!]

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what the actual fuck.

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i think i hauve the plague

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hi babes the demons in my head won so new fic!!

i'm your biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me, pa-pa paparazzi

pairing: the red king x blue stalker (they/them) (exterra 1 rpf)

summary: why are you as a bounty hunter so intent on hunting ren down? what do you want to do with him? pin him against a wall and kiss him until he's breathless and melting like putty in your hands?

word count: 10.1k

tags: enemies to lovers, angst, hurt no comfort, whump, ust, no actual smut, making out, blood, slight knifeplay, submissive rk, open ending

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Listen, I don't do RPF, I can handle Treebark (because I have eyes), but this is crossing a line. Especially after the accusations by RK. I think his evidence is pretty compelling.

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dead dove do not eat. i am aware this is a fucked up dynamic but it's fictional. it's not like the real blue stalker has a toxic codependent attraction to the guy they're assigned to kill (btw i mained qoh so i completely understand where you're coming from)

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oh.

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hey

so do you wanna kiss before the haters get to you?

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of course. can we get married

#love can be found on the battlefield in more ways than one #fave post #annoying treebark fans fuck off!!!!!!

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Coming out as a falsedog shipper is harder than coming out as gay

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TEN YEARS????

Time is not real

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I had vivid flashbacks. I feel faint. This post caused so much drama omfg. I need a treebark equivalent on my desk by 8am sharp next morning

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Coming out as a Treebark shipper is harder than coming out as bi

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WHAT THE FUFHUBFBFUOUOFFUCK

#HES IN OUR WALLS #HE STARTED THE SHIP #this is gonna sweep the next unhinged moment poll #??!?1!?!???!?!?! #HATE THIS LUMIAN GLOWY ASS #btw for non et1 mutuals: this man is literally bi #yeah hes really gay for his pilot. yeah we all know #theyre always holding hands and shit #edit: DID HE REBLOG THIS AT 7:30AM #IDK HOW PLANETZONES CONVERSATION WORKS #*conversion #listen i failed school 2 years in a row ok 😭

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Music video of the day is: R8cer Boi by Avril Lavigne!

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who the fuck is renn dog

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who has little wood

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why are y'alls twink racers larping as royals from medieval era planet earth

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sorry for calling the queen of hearts a twink. im sorry women

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[smolestboop]

disco elysium hdb/kk fic rec list! by boop

this list is picked by me so this might lean more on the mushy-lovey side since i love simple soft moments in fics (not all of them though. there will be some with heavy plot and topics). hope you enjoy them regardless! also, please check out these authors they are wicked talented people ><

1. New Routines by pluckedstrings | Mature | one-shot | 4.4k | Summary: Harry offers to cook dinner after a hard case. He ponders his new routines after moving in with Kim. (A hopeful look into recovery and change) 2. The Melt by forgetcanon | Gen | one-shot | 1.3k | Summary: Kim tries to take a day off but his mind comes back to Harry. An offer of ice cream at the fair. (Short and sweet) 3. A Foothold by pilotfive | Explicit (see tags) | one-shot | 13.3k | Summary: Kim stumbles his way through the tangled mess of feelings he has towards Harry. A tough case shifts everything. Both of them try to make sense of it all. (Lovingly written and tons of Kim character study)

4. Tenth of a Second by SupposedToBeWriting | Mature | 4 chapters (completed) | 12.2k | Summary: What if Kim took the bullet during the tribunal? Harry does everything to save his partner. (Kim Whump but make it very emotional)

5. Nothing to Lose but Our Chains by Lepak | Mature (see tags for heavy subject warnings) | 14 chapters (completed) | 60.9k | Summary: A gruelling case pushes Harry and Kim to their limits. They hold on to each other through it all. (Case fic with heavy plot, world-building and deep topics. Beautifully written, thrilling and emotional. It's 'the' fic)

6. When He Walks, I am Loved, I am Loved by wizardlover | Teen and Up | one-shot | 5k | Summary: Kim struggles with exhaustion after the transfer to the 41st. Harry helps to take care of him. Kim lets himself be vulnerable. (Kim Whump but make it intimate)

7. Mnemotechnique A6 by nevermindgrantaire | Teen and Up | 6 chapters (incomplete) | 48k | Summary: A new case leads Harry and Kim back to Martinaese. Kim works out his feelings through his notebook and Harry tries to ease his chronic pain. (Absolutely gorgeous writing, vivid and heartfelt. An abundance of silent pining on both ends)

8. TipTop Dreams by nmqttps | Teen and Up | one-shot | 3.2k | Summary: Harry indulges a fantasy with a reluctant Kim. TipTop tournée tickets, metaphorical broken ribs and banter. (Funny, sweet and surprisingly emotional at the end)

9. Quid Amo, Vasto by blacksatinpointeshoes | Mature | can be seen as non-pairing | one-shot | 3k | Summary: Electrochemistry gets louder and louder. Harry gets pushed to the brink. Kim helps his partner. (A character study in Electrochemistry)

10. Life Gets Hard, But We Go On by Laura Kaye | Explicit (see tags) | 17 chapters (incomplete) | 118k | Summary: After The Hanged Man case, Kim transfers to the 41st and Harry deals with recovery. They yearn for something closer. (A hopeful slow burn fic with such beautiful writing. Plenty of pining, character study and a look into Harry's effort in recovery)

that's all of them! i might update more of this should i come across fics i love. anyways, happy reading <3

[mothandpidgeon]

Nine Lives update

Hello friends, Happy Halloween. I was really hoping to have part 3 of Nine Lives ready for you today since it's the spookiest day of the year but this week has been really busy (and actually kind of shit). I'm going to work my hardest to get it completed for this weekend but I don't want to over promise. I hope you'll understand.

Since you're all such good girls and goblins, I will leave you with a little peek of what's coming...

The basement of the Arcane Page might be described as spooky, what with its cobwebs and dusty, amber jars. Apothecary shelves stocked with potions, rare ingredients, and animal bones meet the low ceilings. It smells like ink and dried leaves and magic. Disused broomsticks sit in the corner along with willow branches and a curved, black goat’s horn. There are all manner of spell books down here along with hand written notes from your ancestors. At the center of the room there’s a wide oak table carved with runes and spells. The warm sunset streams through the egress windows catching the dust that floats in the air. Margot didn’t have to be a mind reader to know you wanted to be alone and so she didn’t put up a fight when you offered to close up on your own. After you closed the register and locked the front door, you ventured down to the part of the shop meant only for witches. 

What is our little mage getting up to down there? I guess you'll have to wait and see.

Also, I'm so so grateful that you guys are enjoying this fic. It means the world to me. Happy halloween.

Also, also please boop me if you love Ezra.

[ryuichirou]

Happy April fools, or Boop day. I shall now give all the twisted wonderland boys a Boop *boops all of them*

I am mainly here to ask how you would headcanon them reacting to a Boop (from either their lover or prefect) because this scenario has been stuck in my head looping for hours and I need to be fed.

(I’m sorry to everyone else who’s waiting for a HC list, but I just had to reply to this one asap lol)

Anon! Happy Boop day to you too, even though it’s already over. I already miss it… Also, thank you everyone for the boops once again <3

Let’s go through the list and boop all the boys! Although as always, it’s easier for me to write this thing with ships in mind, so apologies to Yuu.

Riddle – if Trey does it, he’d be confused and flustered, but then look at him with a pout, asking why would he do that and saying that he isn’t a kid… And he’d look so adorable that Trey would suffer :”3 But if Ace does that, Riddle’d get annoyed and yell at him. And if Floyd does it, he’d get even more annoyed, red and aggressive, maybe he’ll even try to bite Floyd’s finger (spoiler alret: this one is going to be a reoccurring theme in this post). Floyd is going to be so happy – he just found Goldfishie’s funny button! I can also easily picture Che’nya appearing out of nowhere Bugs Bunny style and booping Riddle all day long until he loses it…

Ace – either a “ehh what was that for?!” or a bored and judgmental stare. He is the type to go “really, a boop? What are you, 6?” and then hypocritically boop the person. The moment he learns that it’s Boop day, his first thought would be Deuce lol

Deuce –  he’ll get confused and react a bit slowly, but then immediately get mad at Ace for laughing at him and try to boop him back. These two would probably chase each other, completely ignoring their surroundings and accidentally booping random people.

Trey – with any random person it would be a “do I have to boop you back now?” with an awkward smile, but if it’s Riddle who does it, he’ll get so stunned that Riddle is going to think that he did something wrong and get worried. It’s okay, Riddle. You did everything right, Trey just wasn’t ready for that.

Cater – “Oh nooo, Kei-kun got booped!” with almost everyone but if it’s Idia who does it (for whatever reason), he’d probably be too shoocked to react and just stare at him for 10 seconds. In general, I think Cater (as well as Kalim and Lilia) would enjoy Boop day the most. It’s fun + a good excuse to start a conversation with someone.

Leona – he’d warn Ruggie not to get too ballsy with him if he doesn’t want to lose his arm or something like that, but Ruggie and he both know that Leona won’t do any of that. Still, he’d get very annoyed and hide his face when he falls asleep until the day is over lol

Ruggie – he’d get worried that Leona might’ve hit his head or something, why would he boop him all of a sudden? Of course he knows that Leona has his kinda playful moments, but he probably wouldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him a little bit. Then he’ll hear an annoyed “forget it” and giggle to himself, because he doesn’t get to see embarrassed Leona every day.

Jack – he’s a big doggo, so he might be a biter in theory (it’s a reflex, nothing personal), but he is such a good boy that he’ll probably just get surprised and then frown. If it’s Vil who booped him, Jack is probably going to hear “what, aren’t you going to boop me back?”, just to see if Jack gets flustered hearing that. And if it’s Deuce who booped him, it’s going to get very awkward to both of them afterwards. But just as Deuce leaves, Jack would catch him and boop him…with his nose.

Azul – he’d get a bit startled, because he didn’t expect it, but then – it depends. If it’s Jamil who did it (for some reason…), Azul would get smug and a bit annoyed at the same time, trying to somehow embarrass Jamil for doing that. And suggest a payback, i.e. a boop for Jamil, which he definitely won’t get. And if it’s Idia, Azul is probably going to get more naggy and openly annoyed, because the fact that Idia is giggling at him makes him embarrassed. At first he would say that he doesn’t want to do something so childish, but if Idia keeps provoking him, he’ll absolutely try to boop him back.

Floyd – a biter. A total biter. When he is in a bad mood, he’ll bite out of annoyance, and when he is in a good mood, he’ll bite playfully. Either way, it’s scary! Epel is probably going to be traumatised by that, as well as poor Idia who didn’t want to boop Floyd in the first place. Riddle would yell at Floyd that biting is against the rules though lol Floyd doesn’t like to get booped in general, he prefers to do the booping.

Jade – pretty much the same as Floyd. Fortunately for Jade, he isn’t as popular as Floyd so there isn’t a huge line to boop him, but if Idia somehow ends up booping him, Jade will smile and hit him with “are you sure you want to do this?” before he does, making him reconsidering his choices. But it’s too late now, because Jade would get closer to Idia with his face, as if inviting a boop… or daring him to do it? I don’t know if Idia has it in him to actually boop Jade…

Kalim – he would laugh as if this is the funniest shit in the world. Especially if it’s Jamil who does it: it’s so unusual for Jamil to do something like this; Kalim is glad Jamil is having fun (he isn’t)!! He would make such a big deal out of it that Jamil is going to regret everything…

Jamil – if it’s Kalim who does it, he would react with a sigh, as if asking if Kalim is satisfied now. But he doesn’t mind it all that much – this isn’t the worst thing in the world, butt-smacking was way worse. But Jamil would get quite a lot of Scarabia people wanting to boop him after Kalim’s example so that would be very problematic. And if Azul wants to boop him as well, this is even worse! Jamil would hide from all of them, he isn’t getting booped by them!

Vil – only a couple of people are allowed to boop him, the rest wouldn’t really dare. He doesn’t really like having others’ fingers on his skin, even if it’s just the very tip of his nose. But if it’s Ortho, it’s okay, because his fingers don’t have any natural oils on it… and he is his special boy who can do no wrong lol He’d probably just smile at him for that. Rook would also be okay, but he has to take off his gloves and wash his hands first, so it’d have to wait until they’re alone. But then the boop would somehow turn into something sensual with Vil biting his finger very playfully?? And then there if Floyd who doesn’t ask for permission and just boops Vil, making him gasp because THE NERVE--

Rook – he is another one who prefers to boop and not to get booped, so he’d spend the day hunting or watching others hunt, enjoying the whole thing. But if someone boops him, he would act surprised and maybe even make a funny sound, but this is pretty much fake – he expected the boop, it’s very difficult to catch him off-guard. I feel like the only one to do it would be Vil who would lean for a kiss and them book Rook when he lets his guard down. Then Rook will get surprised for real.

Epel – this is the one who would definitely make a funny sound. A very cute one, actually. He didn’t mean to, and it was embarrassing, but he sounded so cute that it would make Floyd want to boop him again and again. And the best thing is, Epel can’t even boop him back, because Floyd is too tall. Rook would also boop Epel once, and it would be so stealthy and suddenly that it would take a moment for Epel to figure out what just happened.

Idia – thinking about all of his potential boyfriends, I feel like a boop from any of them would feel like a threat to this poor boy lol But anticipation is much scarier than the boop itself, so after getting booped he’d just sigh and grumble about this whole thing being childish. Which is funny considering that he himself would probably gladly boop Azul, but see, it’s different: Azul is such a stick-in-the-mud that it’s funny to boop him. If Ortho boops Idia though, he’d instantly get playful enough to boop him back. And if it’s Lilia who does it, Idia might actually get flustered.

Ortho – he’s going to make a computer “boop” sound. And then he would giggle and ask to boop him again, and then make a different sound. If it’s Vil who boops him, he’ll scoff and call him silly for that…  and boop him again. And if it’s Idia, he’d probably feel so much tenderness and love for him all of a sudden, which would surprise Ortho – this isn’t the reaction he was expecting at all!

Lilia – oh it’s Boop city for grandpa. He is the mayor of it. He boops everyone he can, and if someone boops him? He’s either sneezes in surprise (was it intentional?? Is that his sneeze button??) or tries to bite the finger with a smug face. He’s probably going to have a booping game with Malleus when they hunt each other, as if it’s beansfest all over again lol

Silver – well, for starters, he would wake up. I don’t think he’d do anything after that… but as he squints and looks at his own nose that just got booped, he’d look so cute that both Lilia and Sebek wouldn’t resist a second boop.

Sebek – wow, another biter lol And not a playful one like some of the previous boys. I feel like if Idia or Silver boop him, he might get so mad that he actually would try to bite them. But not on their first try, I think they would have to boop him a couple of times before he loses it. If Malleus boops Sebek though, he’d whimper in surprise, his brain would overload with information and he would faint… while standing still and still staring at Malleus. The lights are on but nobody’s home…

Malleus –  if Sebek does it, he’d get so surprised that he wouldn’t even get mad. Seeing how nervous Sebek is about this whole thing (was this a bet? Did Lilia force him to do it?), he’ll just start teasing him and enjoying himself tremendously… But if Lilia boops him, he’ll probably get pouty and might even complain about Lilia treating him like a kid. But then, as Lilia tries to look into his face to see if he is really mad at him, he’ll boop him right back with a smug smile on his face. Now it’s 1:1.