#I also wanted to draw how he would've looked if they had kept him with the messed up moustache

[the-brucest-fan]

Here's your monthly Luigi sketch, although a little late, hehe 😅

Sorry about the delay, my mom, sister and I saw the Barbie Movie yesterday and we came back home late, so I couldn't get a nice picture of the Luigi sketch, that's why I had to wait until today to take the pic (the natural light makes the pictures I take of my drawings look better.)

But anyway, I've been wanting to draw something like this for a very long time. This is based on what would've happened if Luigi found out what happened to Mario on Rainbow Road, he would've been devastaded thinking that his big brother was gone. But later he learns by Cranky Kong everything Mario went through to get Luigi back, and after hearing this, Luigi would find a new motivation to free himself and everyone else from Bowser's prison. He wouldn't let Mario's efforts to be in vain; Mario never gave up, and he wasn't going to give up either.

[typing-catastrophe]

could you write a stanford pines x reader headcanon where the reader is an artist and always draws him and draws in his journals when he isnt looking? maybe he talks to the reader about the drawings and they get really flustered i dunno!!! <3

oohhh! yeesss, that's a great idea! thank you anon ^^ hope this is okay, enjoy!

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Your little habit started out even before Stanford came back. Dipper saw you sketching in your notebook from time to time, and asked you to draw something for him in the journal. He handed it to you and pointed next to a text he'd written about some anomaly (maybe a Manotaur or the Pterodactyl). First you were unsure, how would you feel if someone randomly decided to draw in your sketchbook? But it actually seemed really fun, and you didn't want to disappoint Dipper. Also it was in the spirit of research and preserving observations. And honestly, what were the odds the mysterious author would ever show up again?

With that attitude you began, whenever you got the chance to, to doodle yours and the twins encounters with the countless strange phenomena in gravity falls into the journal.

Well, oops? Seemed like the universe decided that not long after you started doing so, it was the right time for the author to come back.

It wasn't a big deal really, Dipper kept the journal for most of the time and Ford told him that he liked the additions he made. You weren't sure if he only meant the notes Dipper added, or if he even knew that someone else drew the newly added creatures.

It didn't take long for you and Ford to get to know each other better and spend more time together. Literally everything about him was just so fascinating. From the way he talked about his dimensional travels, anomaly hunts and research, his interest in a shared hobby of yours (dd&md), to the way he held himself. And, even if you were a bit embarrassed to admit it, his looks.

You couldn't help it, he was captivating. So to no surprise, one day you found yourself sitting on the shack's porch, looking over at Ford standing in the yard, working away at something that was too bulky for the basement. You didn't even realise what you were doing until something startled you out of your thoughts and you looked down at your sketchbook, seeing a familiar figure on the open page.

And then it happened again, in the lab. He was explaining away, deeply invested in whatever topic he was rambling about, not really taking in his surroundings. You had started out just sketching his study, but somehow he turned out to be the main focus of it.

One evening you found yourself in the living room of the shack. Ford was sitting on the floor, which was almost entirely covered in graph paper. You had joined him while he prepared the next campaign session, the tv quietly proving some background noise. While he was franticly scribbling away sheet after sheet, you propped open your notebook and began sketching some of the characters that came to your mind. Ford's, Dipper's and your characters and some npcs you encountered on your travels. But looming over all of them, half hidden behind the dm-screen, the scheming face of the man before you took his shape.

The end of the evening was rather blurry, you remembered falling asleep on the floor and being carried to bed, half asleep in someone's arms.

"hmm thank you", is all you could mumble when you felt the soft pillow under your head.

"No problem, dear", you heard a deep voice chuckle.

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When you thought about it the next morning, a smile crept unto your face and you kinda wished, you would've been more awake, so you could've enjoyed the moment properly.

The smile was quickly wiped off though, when you realised that you must've left your sketchbook in the living room, given that Ford probably didn't bring it with him last night. You panicked and jumped out of bed, stumbling to the door when your gaze was caught by something. Your sketchbook, laying on your desk. You exhaled, glad it didn't lay around for anyone to see. You took it into your hands and opened it to the last page you were working on. But instead of the drawing from yesterday evening, only the one before that stared back at you. Confused, you turned the pages a few times, examined it, maybe someone ripped it out? No, no remnants of a torn out page....

Then, it dawned on you. You left your notebook in your room yesterday. You didn't plan on staying or even going to the living room. God knows how you ended up there, but it definitely was without your sketchbook. Which could only mean one thing...

In record time you were out the door, down the hall and in the living room. Right in time to take in the scenery of Ford staring down at his campaign notebook, opened to the page of your drawing.

"Ahh!! No no don't look!", you jumped forward and put your hands over the drawing. Ford furrowed his eyebrows, looking quite puzzled.

"This? Oh I already saw it last night after getting you to bed. It is incredible!"

Your cheeks heated up. "Oh" was all you could utter.

"It was also you who added the depictions of the twin's adventures, right?"

"Uhmm" You didn't keep your passion for drawing a secret, but you also didn't make a big deal out of it. And honestly, the way Ford was always so indulged in his own mind, you didn't think he was paying much attention to what you were doing. Now you felt a bit stupid for believing he wouldn't connect the - admittedly - obvious dots.

"They really are marvellous. And this?", he gestured to yesterdays page "Truly phenomenal!"

You didn't know what to say. You weren't even sure if you could say anything at all. All you felt was blood rushing to the tips of your ears and a flaming hot sensation in your cheeks.

"I- well uhm, thank you", you managed to stutter "I uh, I actually didn't mean to- uhm, use your campaign book. It was a mistake, I'm sorry."

"You've got to be joking! It's the perfect addition!" Ford exclaimed. "Do you mind if I keep it?"

"Oh", his enthusiasm caught you off guard. "I-, I guess not. Actually, that would mean a lot to me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Very well then! Thank you, dear." He looked at you with a fond expression.

You were about to retreat back to your room, turning around ready to leave, when Ford spoke up again, the smile apparent in his voice. "I also liked your artistic rendition of the twins adventures. Anything else you want to show me?" You froze.

Your heart started beating ridiculously fast. Did he knew? Did he notice you staring at him while drawing? Your thoughts started racing, but came to a sudden halt when he leaned down. His lips were almost touching your ear when he started to whisper.

"Maybe another time." And with that he walked by you, leaving you to yourself.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

a/n: if you want a second part with romance and/or where ford discovers the drawings of him, let me know! Have a nice day/night!

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The last two designs for the main cast. With these two done, I can finally work on miscellaneous characters that I've been eyeing the most.

Again, thoughts below the cut:

My issues with their Original designs:

Sir Pentious:

I thought I would only have one thing to say about him (the unnecessary eyes) since he was my favorite in the entire original cast but having taken a closer look at him for this, I saw a lot of things that bothers me.

Too many eyes. specifically the lower half of his body has too many eyes and it seems detrimental to him. It's kind of painful to think about it since I do not think we ever see those eyes close. Is he just slithering on the ground with those exposed eyes? That's got to be irritating at best and damaged at worst as he continuously slithers on them.

There are eyes on the bowtie and the hat? There are already 4 extra eyes on his hood, so why have even more? I get that the original Pentious design was basically a monsterous amalgamation of eyes but the eye thing could have been scrapped altogether.

While his palette was the least red out of the cast (More so composed of yellows), it still blends in with the rest of the reds.

The claws are an unnecessary repeating design trait (Alastor and Vox notably have them too). I don't think it would've been too big of a difference to just keep his fingers fully black.

The stripes on his suit are too thick. It's called pinstripes for a reason.

I don't like how the hat is shaped to fit the head, It's awkward.

not a point, but I just wanted to say how the blue color palette works really well with him in that last episode.

CherriBomb:

She's not that bad of a design (She's sort of bland in my opinion) but it's the little small details about her that makes her so simple and also so complicated at the same time. There are so many batches of freckles scattered everywhere, little explosion lines on her skirt as well as the X on her chest, the tattoos are a jamble of random loops and bombs, and her tattering doesn't have an easy shape to consistently draw.

The thought process for these two:

Mx. Pentious:

Pentious goes by both Sir/Miss/Mx. but uses she/they pronouns.

Minimized the actual amount of eyes on her, I kept it only to her actual eyes and those on her hood.

Gave her a butterfly-shaped hood. It's nothing deep since it stems from the fact the notches in Sir Pentious' hood almost looked like one to my bad eyesight. I decided to play more into that idea.

I read some posts where people talk about how Sir Pentious should have a snout and while I understand why and fully support people giving him one, I really didn't want to add the snout to this design. It drove me crazy since I'm not a big fan of it. I tried a compromise where her head was shaped more like Phineas.

Kept the tophat but removed its eye and mouth. If I remember correctly, Viv took that from one of her co-workers from the pilot. I decided to just have it as a regular tophat.

It doesn't have all the colors, but her design does have the Neptunic flag.

I'm not sure if this even is a real snake but I based Mx. Pentious' design on this:

CherriBomb:

Scraped most of her features in exchange for a sukeban theme. I personally have zero knowledge about the punk scene in Australia.

A majority of the suggestions I received for her rough draft had something to do with the skirt. I elongated it and gave it a slit in which the magenta from the inside is able to pop out.

Thought it would be a cute detail to have her hair explode if she's angry.

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Apologies this took too long to be posted, Life got in the way as well as the fact I was feeling shitty about Pentious' first draft. Her skin was an awkward and ugly shade of green and seeing some posts critical of Pentious' design got me to think a little bit more about what direction I'd like to move her redesign.

You could see this in the earlier rough sketches but this was how Pentious' first redesign looked like

[thesoftboiledegg]

"Unmortricken" was a lot. In fact, it might have been a little too much.

To start, I loved the glimpse of what exists outside the Central Finite Curve. The visuals were stunning and reminded me of M.C. Escher's drawings. The Jetson-like family was a nice touch--if anything can happen, who says they can't have different animation styles? All those colorful portals make me wonder what's lurking just out of sight.

It's also funny that the space outside the Curve is full of Rick's favorite thing: crystals. If he took a trip there, he'd come back with his pockets stuffed with gemstones.

Evil Morty's reappearance gave us a decent character study. Since he wasn't the antagonist, we saw him interact with the C-137s as a regular person. Morty's a little impressed, and Rick has a grudging respect for him. Others have called Evil Morty the Rickest Morty, and I agree: similar intelligence, similar technology and similar bloodthirst.

I was glad that he left in the end because that's what his character arc is about anyway. He doesn't want to be part of anyone else's story, not even another Morty's.

However, that's also part of the issue that I had with this episode. Seeing Evil Morty was great, but it was also a little...pointless? You could've had the same story without him. He's not working with Prime, and he has no ties to C-137 after "Rickmurai Jack," so it felt like the writers just said "Hey, you know what would be cool?"

I'm not against writers having fun and giving the audience what they want. "Spider-Man: No Way Home" (yeah, groan at me, Marvel haters) is fan service in blockbuster form, and it was one of the best theater experiences I've ever had.

Still, if Evil Morty came back, I think he should've had a separate episode. The episode juggled C-137 Rick, Morty, Evil Morty and Prime Rick pretty well, giving them satisfying interactions with each other, but no Evil Morty would've meant more relationship development for the C-137s.

Evil Morty's backstory also didn't reveal much about him. I mean--yeah, we all figured that he had an abusive Rick and got fed up. The fact that he had a "regular" Rick instead of a deranged lunatic does make a point about the banality of abuse. Monsters aren't always raving maniacs who torture people in their basements. Ordinary people can wear you down with a slow drip of toxicity and neglect.

I enjoyed this episode, and Evil Morty's return was exciting, but cramming the series' two biggest antagonists and storylines into twenty minutes was a little overwhelming. New plot developments kept showing up, too: Rick found Prime! Prime's various lairs! Omega device! I would've preferred a two-parter.

I'll admit that if you told me that we'd see Evil Morty and Rick Prime in the same shot, I never would have believed you, but here we are.

On that note, Prime's characterization was perfect. No attempt at a cutesy, sad backstory; he's a laughing monster until the end. And is it really the end? He has regeneration abilities, but C-137 acts like he's dead and even gives up the search. This leaves us with a few options:

C-137 killed him.

Prime fooled C-137 into thinking that he's dead when he isn't.

C-137's keeping him alive for later use.

Hopefully, this is more complicated than it looks because I'll be disappointed if this is the end of Prime. He's a brilliant reflection of C-137: the Rick he'd be without his tiny shred of humanity.

And Prime's a maniac, but he tells C-137 the truth. Rick broke into Prime's house. He pretended he belonged with this group of strangers. He latched on to Prime's grandson because he never had his own. His brutal, violent streak never went away no matter how long he tried to play house.

Prime says "Admit it! You would have been me!" In season three and parts of season four, Rick was close. His love for his family--love that he pretended he didn't have--and desire for their approval just barely pulled him back. But what kept that spark alive? How close was he to becoming a cold, unfeeling shell?

In the end, C-137's not satisfied after he destroys Prime--and weirdly, I'm not satisfied, either. Beating Prime to an unrecognizable pulp doesn't bring Rick's original family back. It doesn't erase the atrocities that Rick's committed. It doesn't make his grief go away. It doesn't change the fact that Rick teetered on the edge of turning into the monster that he despised.

What's more satisfying is that Rick didn't turn out like Prime. His Morty doesn't give two shits about Prime, but he loves him. He hugs him in relief (come on, Rick, hug him back already!), cries out "Rick? Rick!" and shakes his body when he thinks he's dead, and talks excitedly as they return home.

Rick's going to therapy, which Prime would have mocked. He went from having nobody to living with FIVE kids if you count Morty and Summer. Even he and his Jerry are pretty tight.

Rick knows this, but he still feels empty all the time. Vengeance doesn't work, drinking doesn't work...wouldn't it be easier if he just switched off his humanity and laughed at everything, even his own death?

But now that he knows how it feels to be loved, especially by his hypothetical grandson, I think he'll always find himself at the Smiths' doorstep.

[kairiscorner]

question of the day: who would fall the hardest if they ever fell in love?

well... i've got 4 candidates in mind, and i think... (1/4)

miles g. morales — guilty of falling hard for you.

summary: miles morales always struck you as an apathetic guy, one who wouldn't particularly take relationships too seriously; until you both fell for each other, you realized... he did indeed fall for you, but he fell hard, way, way too hard for you. pairing: miles 42 x gn!reader genre: fluff !!

miles g. morales was, to you, such a cold, apathetic guy who always looked calm and composed in everything he did. he seemed like a guy that, you believed, wouldn't care too much if he was in a relationship–that he would put himself before his significant other; though you didn't have any evidence to back it up, save for how distant he seemed to you at first. but oh, were you wrong.

miles g. morales wasn't really all that insensitive as you thought when you got to know him, in fact–he was more sensitive to your thoughts, needs, and wants more than any other boy had ever been for you. it took a while, but the longer you spent around him, the more obvious was the fact that he truly, truly cared about you, from the bottom of his heart.

miles g. morales was the boy who'd stay after class, waiting for your class to finish so he could meet up with you and just be around you. ask him to explain why he's always risking his ass getting scolded for loitering outside your classroom, he can't give you one straight answer. "we had free time", "i had no where else to go", "i... left a pencil in that classroom. yeah."

miles g. morales would never admit to your face that he does indeed stare at you sometimes when you're not looking. whenever he sits close to you in class, be it behind, next to, or diagonally across to you–he always finds every angle of you to be a perfect angle to stare at and admire. don't be mad that he's looking, though, he can't help himself; you're way too mesmerizing for him to handle.

miles g. morales whose sketchpad gradually became a book full of... you in it. it started off as simple, small doodles of you; little cartoony you's that he found adorable and kept drawing when he wasn't focusing on anything else. but as time went by, he found himself focusing on you and your features more and more, almost as if he couldn't rip his gaze away from you.

miles g. morales had also noticed that whenever you speak, he hangs on to every word you say. he thought it would've creeped you out at first, how he can remember all the little details you'd tell him when you're telling him about something that happened in your day or how he remembers all the names of your pets, friends, favorite restaurants, favorite bands and artists–he hangs on to every word you utter, and he can't help it; your voice is just too tantalizingly sweet and attractive that he can't not listen to every word you speak.

miles g. morales was the boy who would use his intimidating appearance to his advantage and defend you against assholes who wouldn't take 'no' from you for an answer. he'd stare them down and glare at them, remind them for you that you said 'no', and if they didn't get the message the first time... they'll have to get through him to get to you. "i'm not gonna back down just because they're bigger than me, because i don't fear them. i don't fear them because, for all their brawn, they sure don't have any brains. and whatever happens after, i'll make sure you don't get in trouble; i'll shoulder the fault. i'd do this for you, every time."

miles g. morales would never wish to get in trouble or have beef with anyone else, but if it was you that others were bothering, then he'd willingly do everything he can to keep you safe and unbothered. he doesn't care what happens to him, so long as you stay safe, so long as it isn't your face being beaten in. you insist he shouldn't do these things for you, but... he can't help it. to picture you in danger makes his heart feel heavy; to get rid of that heaviness, he does these things for you, because he... he loves you.

miles g. morales doesn't dream at night, or at least didn't dream for a long while–or maybe he did and just forgets what he dreamt of the previous night–but when you two became much closer friends, he began to see glimpses and images of you in his dreams. in his wildest dreams, he was able to tell you in all kinds of scenarios that he felt weird around you–a good kind of weird. he'd feel a kind of warmth in his chest, accompanied by the pitter-pattering of his heart when your eyes lock with his, and he feels this urge in the corners of his lips to smile widely when you smile up at him. and, he'd never tell you this, but... in those dreams, he'd tell you how he really feels, and you'd teach him how to handle those feelings by placing your hands on either sides of his cheeks and pulling him close to your face–your nose feeling so soft against his own when your noses brush together–and with the feeling of your hot breath against his own lips... he wakes up.

miles g. morales wakes up to the reality that you probably only see him as a very good friend, a friend you used to think wouldn't care about those who love him but was proven very, very wrong. the friendship bracelet you made for him sits there by his nightstand, next to a cutely frame photo of the two of you at your birthday party. you designed that photo frame for him, and despite how a guy like him probably wouldn't care for cute things... he finds comfort and solace in a bit of cuteness in his life; he just wishes he could express that to you, you, who is cuteness personified. he wears that friendship bracelet every day–and wears it proudly. he doesn't hide it under his sleeve nor tuck it away when you're not looking; he's always got it on and shows it off by just having it on him. he loves having mementos of you on him, it gives him a feeling he hasn't had in a long time... and he hopes that, by some miracle, you'd feel that feeling for him, too.

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[reythenerdypisces]

things that I overlooked in PJO the first time / small, funny things I noticed during my reread

Part 3: The Titan's Curse

The truth was I was kind of disappointed to hear that she liked her new school so much. It was the first time she'd gone to school in New York. I'd been hoping to see her more often.

I tried to concentrate on little things, like the crepe-paper streamers and the punch bowl - anything but that fact that Annabeth was taller than me, and my hands were sweaty and probably gross, and I kept stepping on her toes.

"The General?" I asked. Then I realised I'd said it in a French accent. "I mean... who's the General?" I want this part to be in the show

"Sweet! Let's go! [to CHB]" said Nico. this breaks my heart. he was so excited in this book

Tyson thought Annabeth was just about the coolest thing since peanut butter (and he seriously loved peanut butter).

"How would you kidnap an immortal goddess? Is that even possible?" "Well, yeah. I mean, it happened to Persephone." "But she was like, the goddess of flowers." Grover looked offended. "Springtime." you tell him grover

"That's some serious danger you're facing." Connor Stoll said. (I liked how he said you and not we.) I'm just imagining the rest of the campers not bothering to go on quests cause it's always the same few demigods and they don't care, they're just chilling safe at CHB while Percy and Annabeth do their things

The creature looked at me sadly. "Moooo!" But I couldn't understand his thoughts. I only speak horse. Percy Jackson speaks two languages: English and Horse

With a shiver, I realised that five hundred or a thousand years from now, Bianca di Angelo would look exactly the same as she did today. She might be having a conversation like this with some other half blood long after I was dead but Bianca would still look twelve years old. ouch

"It wants to kill us!" Thalia said. "Of course." Grover said. "It's wild!" "So how is that a blessing?" Bianca asked.

"That's us," he said. "Those five nuts right there." "Which one is me?" I asked. "The little deformed one," Zoe suggested.

When she smiled at me, just for a moment she looked a little like Annabeth. I know everyone talks about this part but I can't help but bring it up again, they are so cute

"Woah, first of all, I never said anything about love. And second, what's up with tragic!" little does he know. also, Percy is so incredibly insightful in this book but he's also so jealous of Annabeth and Luke and so upset about the idea of her joining the hunters yet still can't figure out that he likes her

"Seven hundred feet tall," I said. "Built in the 1930s." "Five million cubic acres of water," Thalia said. Grover sighed. "Largest construction project in the United States." Zoe stared at us. "How do you know all that?" "Annabeth," I said. "She liked architecture." I cannot explain how much this little bit means to me.

The girl I'd just tried to slice in half yelped and dropped her Kleenex. "Oh my god." she shouted. "Do you always kill people when they blow their nose?" Rachel's here!!! I love her

Five minutes later, Zoe had me outfitted in a ragged flannel shirt and jeans three sizes too big, bright red sneakers, and a floppy rainbow hat. someone draw this and tag me. what an outfit

Suddenly it occurred to me: this had happened to her before. She had been cornered on Half-Blood Hill. She'd willingly given her life for her friends. But this time, she couldn't save us. How could I let that happen to her? he is the most empathetic, wholesome guy, I love Percy

"Can't this go any faster?" Thalia demanded. Zoe glared at her. "I cannot control traffic." You both sound like my mother." I said. "Shut up!" they said in unison. I kind of wish we got more Thalia and Zoe interactions... they would've made such a great enemies to lovers dynamic, if Zoe didn't die

"Get away from my daughter!" Dr Chase called down, and his machine gun burst to life, peppering the ground with bullet holes and startling the whole group of monsters into scattering. "Dad?" yelled Annabeth in disbelief.

Grover went off with his satyr friends to spread the word about our strange encounter with the magic of Pan. Within an hour, the satyrs were all running around agitated, asking where the nearest espresso bar was.

"No," I said. "I choose the prophecy. It will be about me." "Why are you saying that?" she cried. "You want to be responsible for the whole world?" It was the last thing I wanted, but I didn't say that. I knew I had to step up and claim it. "I can't let Nico be in any more danger." I said. might I remind you this boy is 13/14 and has the whole world on his shoulders (both literally at some point and figuratively)

I feel like these are just getting longer and longer but again, I will be back for part 4!

[bau-drabbles]

love me harder

a/n: this one got the most votes, so here you go. smutty smut with aaron bae who gets jealous. yes i know it's ooc, yes i know its rushed. but i tried 🥲

i'm really rusty in smut, pls be gentle :") its also kinda long oopsie 🤍

18+, mdni!! i don't even know how to begin to describe this. my bad ☠

jealous hotchner. not something you see everyday, very rare actually. but it was something you loved to watch, something inside you stirred everytime it came out. and as bad as it was, it was something enjoyed. much like right now.

the party was getting boring, truthfully hotch had no interest in even going. he only went because you insisted on supporting jj and will and celebrate in their success. and while he made chat with his team, his eyes were in constant search of you. every minute without you was a minute too long

as if you had read his mind, you finally made your appearance and he smiled but it soon began to drop when he noticed another man beside you. very closely beside you, too close for hotch's liking. with his drink discarded to the side he strode over to you, his hand going to the small of your back while he towers over this man.

"aaron" you smile at your boyfriend giving him a peck on the cheek.

"y/n.... who is this" hotch speaks as though the sight beings him great disgust and it does. he's trying not to be so harsh but how dare this creature touch you so intimately

"oh this is elijah, an ex" and there it was, the straw that broke his back.

"your ex?" hotch again looks at you, his eyes slightly more wider than the last time. he observes the man, he looked younger. fitter. definitely the type to attract a lot of women and he had managed to attract you before. that part pained him more than he cared to admit. you nod in response, answering the question your ex had just said. you laughed and it angered hotch, that this man could give you the same smiles he could

"i think i'm going to call it a night" he says to you, giving a tired smile

"already?" elijah chuckled, taking a swig of his drink. but hotch decided to ignore him, trying but failing to be the bigger person. if he didn't leave within the next five minutes, he couldn't promise your ex wouldn't have a few missing teeth and a black eye to match.

"okay, let's go" you say gently, hand in hand with your beau leaving your ex with his mouth agape. but as you reach the car you notice hotch a lot more tense than he usually was

"what was that about?" you ask curiously, clicking your seat belt in place. hotch looks tense as he glances on the road, his hands squeezed tightly against the wheel. you see his adam apple bob in his throat, unsure if he wanted to spill the next words. and while he doesn't lie to you, he doesn't necessarily tell you the entire truth

"i just.... didn't like the way he was looking at you" he mutters under his breath, hoping you don't pursue it any longer. you eye him, a sneaky feeling of the possible reasons behind his actions. you hide your smile glancing out of the window.

well well.... looks like you could have some fun with this after all

•••

exiting the shower, you wrap up in a towel as you walked into your room. a necklace adorned your chest, something your ex had given you at the party. a lame gift and you would've usually taken it off and let it drown within the depths of your jewellery collection but for tonight you kept it on.

just for research purposes of course.

hotch was there, quickly reviewing some notes he wanted to get out of the way so that you had his full undivided attention for the weekend he glanced up, giving a smile as you grabbed journey garments from the draws. but he stopped, noticing something shiny there you didn't have before

"what is that?" he tried to ask cooly but you sense the jealousy hidden deep within his words

"oh, just a necklace" you stand by the mirror, applying some lotion on your arms. very carefully through your lashes, you look at his features. they contort to an expression, one that confirmed exactly your thoughts.

so he was jealous then

"who gave you that?" his voice is low, eyes narrowed at the shining necklace around your throat. the jealousy had reared its ugly green head once more but truthfully, you kind of relished in it. it was a different side of hotch and you wanted to experience all of it.

"oh.... elijah did" you purposely emphasise the name, glancing down at the jewel and then look up.

you watched his eyes dilate, his jaw clench and within seconds he had pounced on you. your back hitting the bed, his hands on your face as he brings you in for a ravenous kiss. normally the times he had kissed you, they were sweet and tender. but this one felt as though he couldn't get enough of you. as if he was a starved man and your lips were his fix.

he pulls back, trying to control himself but your eyes swirl with desire. its enough for him to break, his hands holding your thighs to his growing erection. his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, asking for permission to which you gives eagerly. your tongues caught in a slow erotic dance, depraved and desperate

"you don't need this" in your pleasure, you don't realise hotch has snaked his hand around your neck. he snaps your necklace with a swift motion of his fingers and it falls just underneath you. he chuckles darkly, watching it break under the slightest pressure

cheap bastard...

"aaron" you gasp, looking at him but he has that devilish smirk on. that exact one that told you, you were in for a long ride. he's so consumed by the pleasure, his hands scouring every part of your body. leaving nothing untouched. a quick hand up your thigh showed that you bare, just the way he loved it.

"does elijah get to have you like this?" hotch utters the name as though it brings him great disgust, flicking your towel off. and it falls, leaving you completely naked to his eyes. he drinks in the sight, his hungry eyes lapping every inch of you

"no" you whisper back, pulling him closer. your fingers make quick work of the loose shirt adorning his body and he groans, already wanting to give into you. with his lips back on to your skin, his trousers fall somewhere in the darkness of the room followed by his boxers. he takes great care, very gently placing you on top of him. you squeal as he enters you, adjusting to the intrusion. god you were so excited, you had been waiting for this the whole day. he holds your body with the utmost care, inch by inch you feel him inside.

and then he stops, to your complete surprise. this was the game you wanted to play, after all. and who better to challenge then the master at it?

so his pace stopped altogether, your mouth falling in a gasp. you were left filled to the brim, stretched at your limit, completely at the brink of his mercy.

"a-aaron" you whimper, trying to shift your weight to alleviate some of the pressure, trying to get some slight friction but he holds you down. the entire night you had been a tease, now it was his turn. he nipped at your throat and you knew what it had meant. you weren't going anywhere, at least not without his permission.

his large hands were down on your back holding you in place. it all felt like too much and yet not enough. he angled his hips, eliciting a shuddering breath from you. you could feel him shift so that the tip of him was pressed as deep as it could possibly reach. his hand snaked down your body, his thumb rubbing slow tortuous circles on your clit. it makes your body shake in delight and in response your fingers dig into his shoulders, making him slightly chuckle at your predicament

he knew what this was doing to you, you growing more frustrated at the lack of movement. but this time, perhaps it would teach you not to misbehave. so he revelled in the notion of you mindless and desperate all because of him.

"so tell me, does he fuck you like this sweetheart?" his teeth graze your earlobe, chuckling at your lack of words. he moves his hips slightly, enjoying at how you whimpered with every motion of his body. it's hard to think, hard to say anything. every single time you underestimated hotch, he always seemed to surprise you more than you could've ever imagined. a perk of having profiler bf for sure.

"answer me" he commands, pulling away and you shake your head quickly, desperation practically dripping from every word.

"nonono he doesn't baby. he doesn't" you moan when he hits another sweet spot deep within you, every second was painful euphoria. his skin glistened with fine sheet of perspiration, his hair all floppy, displayed all about his forehead. he had never looked as good as he did right now. the desire to absolutely finish you off was excruciating but he never was able to see like this. the way you looked at this moment, flushed, lips parted and moist from your tongue, you were so beautiful. and you were all his. not elijah's, not anyone's. all his to have, to hold, to love.

his honeyed eyes swirled with emotion you were well acquainted with, lips curled into a wicked grin. seeing you teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure, knowing no other human could do this to you. that only he could have you on the verge of a climax with no movement. he could've been high off of this sight alone.

"tell me, could he make you feel like this?" his raspy voice cuts deep, striking at the building pressure growing by the second in your pelvis. you don't even get to respond when you feel him pulse inside of you, feeling him smile against your neck when he knows you've felt it. your head lulls back, your voice lost in the sudden sharp sensation of being over stretched. you tremble in his lap, unable to think or move.

"n-no he couldn't, please please" you beg through clenched teeth, your heart richoeting against your chest. your fingers dip into the dense muscles of his arm, rolling your hips hoping to urge him on, hoping he could see how much you needed him

"please" you murmured your plea, breathy and frantic. leaning forwards, your forehead rest against his, ghosting your lips over his, taking in his musky scent. it's how you look so needy, how you're so whiny for him that urges him on, that grants you the one thing you've been needing.

his hands smoothly slip from your ass to your hips and lift you effortlessly. with the pressure relieved, you gasp as he exists. finally gifted with the slick glide of his heated cock dragging in all the places inside of you

when the head of his turgid length brushes at the roof of your canal stimulating that one special spot, your eyes all but squeeze close. every cell, every nerve ending comes to life erupting in a sensation that consumes you entirely, stealing every breath in your lungs.

your back arches, flailing in his grasp and he almost loses his grip while you come undone around him. his name a burning prayer on your lips, sung only for him yet undoubtedly for everyone to hear

"that's it baby, let go for me" hotch rumbles, continuing his delicious assault upon that spot again and again with each down stroke of your hips aided by his own hands.

your body felt as though it was on fire, as if every fiber of your sanity and being had been ripped then sewn back together again. he keeps the brutal rhythm as you tried to scream, to form any sort of intelligible sentence but everything fails. all you can feel is him, your lover. nothing but a broken moans leave your lips, holding tightly to you.

you had never felt so alive and yet simultaneously close to death. you wanted to cry, to scream, to burst into flames all at the same time as he brought you higher and higher to the skies. how could this be everything you had ever wished for? how could he be everything you dreamed off?

through the haze of your fading orgasm, you look at your beau who held back. you knew by how his muscles were coiled tight, ready to strike. his breath hitched and instantly it felt like a switch had gone off in him, like his animalistic side had come to play. he could never be this wild, this free with anyone before. you had brought out the beast, tamed it with a magic incomprehensible to him.

then with the speed that was his hallmark, he had pinned your wrists to the bed. your back had met the pillows, underneath his weight. his throbbing cock was still sheathed to the hilt, never missing a beat. he snapped his hips forwards viciously, making your vision blurry. it felt like he had become bigger somehow, the pleasure amplifying until you were seeing stars.

your hear your name leave him lips but it hardly sounds like him. his voice is gravelly, dangerous and sharp sending a wave of excitement straight to your over stimulated clit.

you were his to claim, to consume, to devour

"you're mine" he growls into your ear, his teeth marking several bites around your chest. he pounds over and over into you, grunting and groaning his pleasure. his hands lace with yours, daring you to move but there's nowhere you'd rather be.

with every powerful drive of his hips, your body rocks against him. your fingers were clawing at his back, trying to find some ground, to find your footing but your mind was overcome with how good he made you feel. you feel his release coming, in rapid and hard coiled deep within your belly. his muscles are clenched tightly, stuttering against you. you feel yourself shaking, slipping as a new feeling completely consumes you, breaking you in a million different pieces.

this time you cry out until your voice is raw and hoarse, gripping onto him like he was a lifeline. almost like you were drowning in him. through the eruption of your climax, you hear him whimper into the crook of your neck his hips still rutting unevenly against yours until you feel every single ounce of his release

it rushes into you, coating you over and over in the hot torrent of his cum. his breathing slows and his grip loosens, a gentle burning sensation rippling through your body. you both knew well and true there would be bruises decorating your curves and a soreness between your legs tomorrow morning but you didn't care. his lips press a warm kiss to the hollow of your throat, snuggling his face into your skin.

"did i hurt you, sweetheart?" he whispers hoarsely, clutching your body delicately. as though you were a doll and the pieces would start to break. but you giggle and shake your head no, combing through his hair with your fingers. you felt like you were floating on a cloud, the waves of pleasure consuming you.

"i love you" he whispers, peeking through his lashes. he holds your face tenderly between his warm palms, giving you another kiss to your lips. he kisses your nose, unable to help how gorgeous you looked under him.

"i love you more," your eyes close as you recieve his kisses, just basking in his glow for a few seconds. it was perfect, all of it was.

"but now i have to shower again" you pull yourself off him but he pulls you back, a teasing smirk on his lips. he kisses you once and then twice, already picking you up in his warm arms. cradling you close to his chest.

"we can go for round 2 in the bathroom together" your arms are around his neck, gazing into his eyes. you can't help but adore this man, he truly was everything you had ever wanted. no more words are said. he parts your mouth with his tongue, swallowing the sounds that escapes you at the contact.

hotch takes control, caressing, kissing and devouring you to your very core. and you do nothing but submit to him again and again, needing the contact and closeness until your soul were one and your bodies were intertwined.

[brainrotbabe24]

Courting Gifts: Part 2

Hi all! Here is part 2! I also noticed some grammar mistakes in part 1, I am sorry!!! I get so confused with the verb tensing. 😭💖

Ori: Love letters are the perfect way for Ori to express his feelings. His love for you would be like that of a first love where you'd doodle hearts around each other's names or pass notes in class. Ori would do exactly that. He would write you love letters, poetry, and songs and even draw little pictures of you while you weren't looking. Needless to say, he is head over heels for you. Ori might also be a bit shy saying these things out loud, especially since Dori and Nori might be listening in, so he pours his heart into his writing instead.

Dori: The art book says that Nori and Ori are the most important things in Dori's life. So, for you to be courted by Dori means you must've won his brothers over. He is a family man, so if you love him, you must love his brothers...that's the deal. When he knew you were the one, he would slowly start to collect things from your time with them. When you came over to bake, he kept a recipe card. When you attended a festival with the family and gave each of the brothers a flower crown, he kept his. When you decorated their house for a surprise birthday, he saved the paper stars you hung. He would keep all these little memories in a box, so when he is ready to ask you to court him, he will give you basically a time capsule of your life with the Ri brothers.

Nori: Nori is kinda the opposite of Dori. His life has always been unstable, constantly moving, and a little more detached from family. Nori often jokes that he's never in the same place twice, but this lifestyle makes finding the right courting gift challenging. After some thought, he decided on a red hair ribbon. The color red symbolizes love as well as sacrifice. Nori wants to ensure that even if he is on the road, everyone knows how much he loves you and would sacrifice for you. And when the ribbon is tied, it turns into a knot, which means strength and eternity. Nori knows life can be hard, so he wants you to remember how strong you guys are together…. How intertwined your lives have become, and how he'll always be there for you—perhaps for eternity?

side notes: I couldn't find a red ribbon, so we will have to go with a green one lol

Thorin: Thorin would court you with his ring. He would've had this ring with him since the beginning. It has been with him through all his hardships and serves as a reminder of his family, people, and strength. I could see Thorin taking the time to watch you first to make sure you truly felt the same way, had the same values, and were ready to embrace the responsibilities and challenges of being by his side. Then for months, he would carve out time to meet up with you, do acts of service, and send you little gifts to show you his interest. When the moment is right, Thorin will give you the ring. He's entrusting you with something incredibly precious, something that has been dear to him for so long. By offering his ring, he's giving his greatest gift to his greatest treasure—you.

Fíli -  Fili is loyal, adventurous, and quick to recognize when something - or someone - is truly special. *wink wink* So he knew when he was going to "Pop the question" to you, it needed to be equally memorable. Instead of focusing on an object, Fíli would give you a place/ memory as a courting gift. He would take you on a short journey before stopping at a "random" spot, perhaps under a tree. He would ask, "Do you know where we are?" Of course, you wouldn't know, and he'd smile and say, "This is the first place we met." Then, taking your hand, he'd show you a heart carved into the tree with both of your names. Fili would tell you that he carved it the first time he met you because he knew you were the one.

Side note: I couldn't find a tree being carved 😭

Kíli: Kili knows what it's like to not fit in. As a dwarf who doesn't quite have the standard dwarven features, he's faced his share of ridicule. People look at him differently; some whisper that he might tarnish the Durin name. It hurts him deeply, and knowing that you were coming into the family—whether you're a dwarf, elf, human, or otherwise—he wants to make sure that you felt welcomed. He doesn't want you to experience the same feelings of being an outsider that he has. To make you feel at home, Kíli gives you his family brooch. It bears the Durin crest and has been passed down through generations. I can see him carefully polishing it, replacing the diamonds and jewels, and spending hours making sure it's perfect. He wants you to know how much he loves you.

Bilbo: Hobbits are exceptional gardeners and have a deep love for nature. They find ways to live in harmony with the earth and really respect it. Bilbo feels the same way, so giving you something from nature would fit perfectly with his values. More specifically, Bilbo would want to give you tree leaves. They represent home, love, and comfort. I imagine him secretly collecting leaves and pressing them in his book for you. When the time came for him to court you, he would give you these beautifully pressed leaves. They would come from trees all around—those near Erebor, by Rivendell, and finally, from the tree he lives under. These leaves would symbolize the adventures you've both been on, the journey you're about to embark on, and the life you share now. For Bilbo, nothing is more important than cherishing those beautiful moments together.

Side note: I found a bunch of GIFs for this one, but I fell in love with this one the most...and I kinda of think it would be cool if Bilbo also did this...like making pottery with the imprint of the leaves

[diggitydoggo]

Beta Daisy and Dandy

I've actually been drawing Daisy for a while so I thought that I should at least dump all the old art somewhere. Time for a trip down memory lane!

First ever drawing

Ah yes. When I promised myself not to make anymore OCs cause I already had a whole bunch of fnaf ones. So much for that.

Her colors used to be a lot less saturated which in my opinion didn't fit in with such a colorful cast. There are some parts of her outfit I kept like the overalls and her shirt. I just changed the sleeves so it actually looks like she's wearing gloves like I intended. Her attitude is pretty much the same.

Doodles!

Fun Fact: Her Halloween costume is just her dad's old clothes.

He was also supposed to be dead.

Still gay as fuck

Next are drawings I made for old tiktoks of Daisy!

(If you wanna find them then my tiktok is linked in my bio)

"Maybe he's blinking when you're blinking."

Second time ever drawing Julie! This is when I started to lean into my more cartoony style for Daisy. She still never trusted Wally.

"You're not my friend!"

Finally leaned away from so much orange. I really liked playing around with Julie's design since she gives off Mable (Gravity Falls) vibes when it comes to fashion. Always wanting to change it up.

"Don't start picking fights with my costumers!"

First time ever drawing Howdy! Really wanted to emphasize how tiny she is compared to him.

"Have you been there the whole time!?"

First Wally drawing! Sneaky little guy. Definitely wanted him to look more off-putting in this one. And new Julie outfit! This one was a little Minnie Mouse inspired getup. I also like the idea of Julie's hair always being really big.

"I know saying someone looks gay is 'wrong' BUT LOOK AT HIM!"

First ever Dandy doodle! This was after I made his beta design and wanted to tease him a little since beforehand I never actually mentioned Daisy even had a brother. Speaking of which.

Dandy!

He used to actually be more two-faced and mean. Heck he wasn't even supposed to be living in the neighborhood originally. His appearance would've been exactly like those episodes in kids shows where a new "perfect" character is introduced but is mean behind closed doors to a certain character and the one character that doesn't like them gets brushed off as "jealous" but then it gets revealed they were bad the whole time to the others, then cue the group hug apology. Basically he would've been a meaner and more manipulative version of Daisy. Someone that really brought out her insecurities. Someone that loved being the "Better Daisy" Which is ironic considering he got replaced with a better version of him. As for his appearance I was trying to go for a more city-like look in contrast to Daisy's rough and tumble country vibe. But after a while to me it didn't feel "kid's show" enough.

Pets

I completely forgot about this drawing so I'm adding it a whole two days later. But yeah they canonically have pets. Daisy has a flytrap she named Gertrude and Dandy has his pet mouse Mortimer.

Last drawings of Beta Daisy

Some things really never change.

Well that's all of my old drawings of these goobers (Yes I only made three drawings of the old Dandy) It was nice looking back on some old memories. It's been a fun eight months having these two idiots live in my head.

[shittalkcornstalk]

“Take One For The Team”

Part 4

Synopsis- A throwback to your first encounter with Buggy! Also after being encouraged by an unknown ally, Buggy finally feels that things are working in his favor, maybe it’s time to take that next step?

A/n- It’s been a bit since the last upload, but I finally have some new content! This chapter is short cause the next one is a doozy! I’m gonna start a taglist if anyone wants to be added just lmk! As always let me know if I miss anything in the warnings :)

Warnings- xfemreader! , Use of Y/n, 18+ minor dni, Eventual Smut, mild manipulation, alcohol use, abuse of power slightly

Word count 2k

Chapter 4 “A New Perspective”

It was a fairly smooth outing for the rest of the day. The shopping proceeded as usual and you helped the Captain carry around the bags he needed, though he ended up dragging most of the bulk. You insisted you could carry a larger load, he’d seen you help with cargo before, but he grumbled something and readjusted the weight in his arms.

“It’s fine, I’d look like a real jerk making you carrying all my shit-“

He had a public image to maintain. You laughed it off and picked up the last few things before heading back to the ship with him. As you boarded the ship you noticed a couple of men looking at you and the captain before turning their heads to mumble something you didn't quite make out, nothing important probably. You'd drop off the bags in his work room before going to your own to plop down on your bed and rest. Even if it was a casual day of shopping and dining, the stress of keeping appearances and all that walking took it out of you. Your thoughts kept drawing back to each moment laughing and enjoying Buggy’s company. His lit up eyes at the sight of the explosives, his bright smile, and the laugh he had (even when it was at your expense…) all these things sunk you deeper into your bed and pulled you into a cozy comfort. What would have happened if you never approached the captain that day, if you never caused that spark in him.

You remember the day you saw his ship dock on your island it wasn’t too hostile of a takeover. He sure tried to make it one , but he soon learned there wasn't much to loot. He docked for a day. He needed him and his crew to recuperate, after all your town wasn't gonna put up a fight. You’d been held up in your lonely apartment until you felt it safe enough to leave and explore what the crew had done to your town. There wasn’t much to distinguish between the previously abandoned buildings and the ones ransacked from the pirates. It all looked like the same rubble to you. The town you were staying in wasn’t anything sentimental, you’d been jumping for a bit now trying to find somewhere. With your lease ending soon and no commitments to the town or work you’d been doing, maybe it was time to seek new employment. You’d wanted a life out of the sea growing up, but that would've been as a marine, becoming a pirate would seem like a jump into unknown waters. Still you wanted to see what this crew was all about, maybe they’d be willing to take you to your next destination for some extra labor.

You headed out to where it seems the most commotion was and found the band of Pirates. It was an intriguing sight to see a crew full of all sorts of misfits. A clown sat big and tall in the center in the bar they’d ransacked. There was broken glass on the floors and a couple of the local tough guys were out cold on the floor. His voice carried through the crowded room in a vibrato you could feel ringing in your chest. He laughed and cheered to another successful day, though you’d eventually learn this was not very true. He plopped himself over into a private booth with a couple of people you’d later come to know as your friends Cabaji and Moji. You forgot they were there when you introduced yourself to Buggy for the first time, they saw just how smugly he looked at you approaching him. You at the time were too set on a working mindset to notice the shifting glances over your body, and the chuckles he’d held under his breath as you spoke. You talked to him very directly that day you introduced yourself to him, he always liked that you did that.

“Hello, you are the pirate captain known as Buggy the Clown, correct?” He nods, motioning his hands for you to keep talking” Well my name is y/n l/n sir and I have come to ask if you were recruiting.”

Buggy seemed a bit shocked, he was hoping you were just some fangirl ,but you wanted to work under him? You didn’t look very strong and you didn't carry any weapons that may allude to a speciality. Though you seemed willing and that's all he really needed out of a crew mate, but you brought something else to the table that the others didn’t. Buggy’s crew were a mostly unfortunate looking bunch of men. They were gruff and intimidating, he knew that social rejects were rarely lookers but they were always loyal. You on the other hand were quite attractive to him, he wouldn’t mind having some eye candy on the ship. He would’ve accepted you right then and there if you were just another man looking for work, but he wanted to test you. You brought out a little malicious intent from the Captain. He’ll see how responsive you are to him somewhere more private.

“Ok y/n, I’m sure there's a room around here somewhere where we can have an audition. I run a tight ship here, I don’t need any stragglers-“ He puffed out his chest a bit and walked past the two, who just happened to notice him float just slightly above the ground to make himself taller. That's a joke they never let you in on, gotta leave some self respect for the Captain.

He sees a small room with a few barrels, it's just some stock room. Based on the low storage it's already been well robbed. He drags a chair behind you with a floating hand and motions for you to sit. You try to hide your shock.

“It’s a devil fruit, gets em’ every time-” He says smugly.

He looks down at you, circling you a vulture. He starts darting out questions to you, trying to make you falter.

“What’s your name again kid?”

“Y/n l/n, Captain” He perked up a bit, you were quick to pick up the honorific.

“And what can you do for me y/n” His hand glides under your chin and lifts your head up to meet his intense piercing blue gaze.

He was playing an intimidating act, as you expected from a pirate .Ultimately this was still a standard job interview, you were gonna play into whatever the interviewer wanted, and that seemed to be obedience and respect. It was true he liked how obedient you were, but why he liked it was beyond you at the time. Knowing what you knew now you regretted not paying closer attention to his lingering hands and watchful eyes, you should’ve guessed from the beginning his intentions with you.

“I can serve wherever you need me sir, I am not much of a fighter, but I can train. I have knowledge on ship maintenance- and I’m not opposed to manual labor.”

In the future when Buggy would go about his own reminiscing about this moment, he’d hang onto that first sentence. ‘I can serve wherever you need me sir’ He repeated those words as he fantasized about what turns that audition could've taken. How vulnerable you looked sitting down looking up at him in the small musty room. He almost regretted not taking you there and then, would’ve saved him from all the stirring emotions you brought out in him.

“I see, we’ll be entering the Grandline in the next year, are you prepared for the danger that entails? This job isn't for the weak of heart. So if you're scared of any of that now, it’d be best to leave while you still can little girl. ”

You hadn’t expected Captain Buggy to be as ambitious as he was, searching for the one piece was no small task. Maybe the Buggy Pirates were a bit out of your wheelhouse, but you needed to get off this island sooner or later. You could always bail in whatever town they raided next if things didn’t work out. Plus the guy interviewing you seemed interesting enough, this could be a fun experience. So you looked past the risk and looked at the Captain with determined eyes, you weren’t some little girl.

“Sounds fine to me, Captain.” You spoke unwaivered. He couldn't get to you and it made him excited in more ways than one. You’d make an excellent addition to the crew and even serve as a little challenge for him. Turns out that challenge would end up with him being a desperate mess for next 6 months…

Buggy later announced your addition to the crew rolling out another barrel of ale for his people. You celebrated with a mug and tried to socialize with your new shipmates. It really was a mismatched sort of men. You saw a woman standing far away looking over you all but you’d assumed at the time she was just an onlooker, not your future ally and matchmaker. Ultimately you packed your bags that night and set sail with the crew the next day.

As you reminisced drifting off to sleep another paced with excitement across the ship. Buggy had finished his shopping day with you in success. He paced in his study thinking about every time you smiled today. Eveytime he made you laugh. When you called him by his first name and it rolled off your lips like it was nothing. He didn’t completely screw the day up and he prayed to whatever god in the sky that was watching over him today would look fondly upon him again. He needed another day like that, he needed every day to feel as good as today felt. He stammered and paced before looking over to the other person in the room.

“You should’ve seen her, the way she twirled her hair, I thought I was fucked when the shampoo thing came up- shes gotta not be completely replused by me right? That's gotta be a sign I’m finally getting somewhere here” His voice sounded pleading, like he had to convince himself that these interactions actually happened. He turned to his confidant and looked for some reassurance. “What do you think Alvida?”

Alvida laughs, she’s well aware of how today was going to play out. She made sure of it. After months of Buggy pestering her about you and what to do, when she finally saw you take interest, she had to start playing both sides.

“You know I think if you just talk to the girl honestly, you’d get where you actually want to be, and not here whining to me about it-'' She spoke candidly.

When she saw you flirt for the first time she knew it wasn’t real, but she could change that. She loved how much less complaining Buggy did in those first weeks, and when you stopped it became incessant. When she got involved she realized Buggy needed to play along too if you were gonna actually fall for him. Just as she started giving you advice, she did the same for him. She told him to be kinder, put on the charm more during training, and most importantly catch you off guard with direct advancements. She was so proud of him the day she paraded you around in the tiny outfit.She was relieved seeing you all flustered and hearing how well the little date she set up today worked. This was a sign that her days with a sappy, yearning, drunk clown would soon be over.

“Why don’t you let her know how you feel at the final night out, that way if anything happens you can drink enough to forget-“

“Fine I’ll think about it…” This would be alot for Buggy to manage, admitting something like this was big for him. But you were worth the risk.

[coquitokisses]

Trusting Again | chapter 014: let’s dance

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: hiiiii!! I’m so sorry for taking so long to post this chapter, but I kinda had a writer’s block with it lol but I’m back! It’s kinda short but I hope you like it <3

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"There's nothing to watch." Cat let out a groan as she threw the remote control on the couch "I'm gonna die of boredom, I'm not even joking." She covered her face and slipped off the couch onto the floor

It was almost 6 pm and Cat was just looking for something to watch on the tv after finishing her dinner. But she couldn't find nothing and was already starting to lose her mind.

"I've never met someone more dramatic than you." Bucky said before putting the spoonful of food in his mouth

"I'm not even kidding, I want to cry." She rubbed her eyes while still laying on the floor

"You can cry." He told her

"I'm not gonna cry." She sighed and then dropped her arms to the floor, she was all spread out like a starfish

"Are you sure there's nothing on the tv?" He looked at her

"I don't wanna keep looking."

"Didn't Sam said he found a music channel the other day?" He said with his mouth full

Cat let out a small gasp and sat up to look at him. "You're right."

"Well?"

"But I don't know what channel it was, ugh!" She groaned grabbing the remote again "Hey, Sam!" She called him as she rested her back on the couch, still sitting on the floor "What is he doing?"

"He's not even here, he's on his daily walk with Steve, remember?" Bucky reminded her

"Oh right, shit." She rolled her eyes "Whatever, I'll look for it myself."

She kept on looking through the channels until she finally found the music channels.

"Holy shit, there are a lot." She said "You wanna hear music from your time, old man? There's a channel for 40s music."

"I just want you to find something that entertains you." Bucky replied

"I love music, I don't care from what time, I can be entertained with that." She looked at him "So I don't mind listening to 40s music."

"You said you were gonna help me to get up to date with music, why don't you do that?"

"Do you want to?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Okay then."

"You were born in the 90s, tell me about that." He said

"Well I really like 90s music but sometimes I prefer music from the 80s." She replied with a shrug "I think we need to pick up where you left off."

"I already know 40s music." He looked at her, his head tilting a little bit

"Well then the 50s." She said "There's a channel with 50s music, wanna listen to it?"

"Sure." He nodded "Wanna give me a quick recap?"

"Glad you asked." She turned to look at him "The 50s are a very popular decade not only for the music but also for the style and all that shit." She started saying "There's a movie, you should watch it, it's called Grease and although it was filmed in the late 70s, the movie is set in the 50s and it's a really good movie."

"We have to watch it then."

"Yes! We can go to that place that Sam told us about and see if they have it so we can rent it." She suggested

"That would be great."

"I honestly think you would've loved the 50s." She looked at him

"You think so?"

"Yeah." She nodded "From what I've seen in movies and stuff, I feel like you would've loved the vibe."

"Well who knows." He shrugged "You need to show me this Grease movie."

"Oh trust me, I will."

They spend the rest of the evening listening to the songs, Sam and Steve came back home from their walk like an hour after and while they were in their rooms, Bucky and Cat were in the living room just talking while Cat drawing on her notebook.

"Dance with me." He told her

She lifted her head looking at him kinda shocked about him asking her that. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Dance with me, you said you know how to dance.. so let’s dance."

"I know how to dance, just not to that." She pointed at the tv where the music was coming from

"I can teach you, I'm a really good dancer." He said

She just shook her head lightly accompanied by a soft giggle. "I'm not dancing to that, you're crazy."

"Yes you are, come on." He stood up from the chair "I'll teach you."

Cat was just looking at him thinking about what to say. "Sit down."

"No until you accept."

"Oh my god." She rolled her eyes closing her notebook "You're insane."

"You're insane, come one, get up."

"Are you actually serious?"

"Yes, come on." He grabbed her hand

She had no other choice but to stand up from the chair and Bucky was quick to pull her a little closer to him.

"This hand goes here." He grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his shoulder "And then I put this hand here." He gently placed one of his hands on her waist

She could feel his breath on her face, that's how close they were.

"We're.. close." She lifted her head to look up at him

"What? Are you nervous?" He said in a low tone, the corner of his lips curving into a small smirk

She scoffed. "You wish."

Truth is, she was very nervous.

"Okay, I lead." He said "It's just slow dancing."

"I've never slow danced before."

"You're a baby and it shows."

"And you're a very old man and it shows." She replied and he rolled his eyes

"Just follow my lead, it's easy, I promise." He said

She just relaxed and did exactly what he said and just like that, they were dancing. And she wasn't feeling as nervous anymore, Bucky was saying things to her, sometimes making her laugh which definitely helped ease things for her.

"You still nervous?" He teased

"I wasn't." She rolled her eyes

"Yeah you were."

"No, I wasn't." She lifted her head so she could look at him

"Of course you were." He replied

And that's when it really hit her. They were very close. Their faces were just a few inches away, one sudden move and their noses could touch. She wanted to say something back but as soon as she opened her mouth, she closed it back up getting completely lost in those steel blue eyes that were piercing her soul.

"I- uh.." she pressed her lips together and cleared her throat trying to think of something to say

She was really nervous. It's the first time they're this close and if she was being honest, she was enjoying every second of it.

As was he.

The way his real hand was gently holding hers and how his metal arm was wrapped around her waist so soft that she completely forgot that it was metal. And Bucky was loving having her so close to his body like that. It was really comforting for him. He loved every second he spent with her.

And he wanted to kiss her so fucking bad.

Seeing her pretty green eyes looking up at him like she also wanted it.

Because she did, of course she did. But she didn't want to be the one to make the first move.

She was looking at him with those pretty, pleading eyes and who was he to resist?

He started to slowly lean in making her breath hitch as she parted her lips a little, trying to calm down her nerves when their noses slightly touched.

The sound of a door opening made Cat quickly move her head looking down. Bucky then made her do a spin to kinda ease the tension that obviously built up and then pulled her back to his body wrapping his metal arm around her again.

"Those two really know how to ruin the moment huh." Bucky whispered which made Cat giggle a little

Steve walked into the kitchen and couldn't help but stare at Bucky and Cat, who were in the living room, a little surprised by the fact that Cat was dancing to a slow song, but also he thought it was kinda cute to see them like that. When they started living together they were arguing almost every day, which was driving Steve and Sam crazy. But now they get along pretty well, which is nice.

Steve smiled a little and said, "Hey, you're slow dancing." to Cat

"I know!" She let out a little squeal making them laugh "Am I doing good?" She turned her head to look at Steve

He chuckled. "You're doing amazing, sweetie."

She couldn't help but laugh at the comment. "Why thank you!"

"See? I told you it was easy." Bucky said to her

"Okay, it is easy.. happy?"

He smirked. "Very."

(…)

It was a little past 11 pm, Cat was sitting on the balcony floor just looking outside while eating a chocolate bar Sam bought for her like two days ago.

"I thought you said you were going to sleep." Bucky's voice sounded through the living room

"Yeah, but I wasn't sleepy." She replied eating the last of the chocolate bar "What are you doing up?" She asked, her eyes still looking through the balcony rails

"Well I just got out of the shower." He said, his voice getting clearer and a little louder as he got closer to her "So what are we looking at?" He sat right next to her

She shrugged. "I don't know." She replied rolling the chocolate wrapper into a small ball "The cars, I guess."

"Are you feeling okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Hey, here's another one." His fingers went to her nape where she had another tattoo "This is the first time I've seen that one."

She chuckled. "Yeah, most of the time my hair is down." She moved her hand to the back of her neck for a moment before she moved it back to her lap

"Do you really think everything happens for a reason?" He asked referring to the tattoo

She turned her head to look at him. "I do." She nodded letting out a soft sigh

"Do you wish things had gone differently?"

"Yeah, of course I do." She nodded "But I don't think I would change anything if I had the chance."

"Why?"

"Well because if it hadn't gone the way it did, I wouldn't be who I am today."

"You got a point." He nodded "Wow, that was deep."

She let out a soft chuckle. "Thanks, I guess."

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[cometcon]

I uh... I did it again. XD My brain has been going brrrr over this fucking GORGEOUS artwork by @zunkome2 on Xitter (click the view on Twitter button to see their art) and it inspired me to write fanfic of it. I love this art so fucking much!!!! I hope I can keep practicing and be as good as them one day. :D

So yeah, I could not stop thinking about this and I love that Blitz is canonically such a horse-girl, and I can totally see Striker realising and using that to his advantage in trying to draw Blitz in and hopefully get him on his side.

Anyway, my brain decided it was time to take like 5 hours of my day on and off making me try to write this to the best of my current ability. Enjoy. XD

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Blitz was in Heaven.

An ironic descriptor, considering their actual location, but picking a better one would have been impossible right then; especially with a hellhorse nuzzling his chest ever so gently in search of another rawhide strip. Her mouth may have appeared vicious - and technically yes, that Lovecraftian maw was capable of crushing flesh and bone to mush in a single bite - but the non-business parts were also far softer to the touch than anyone less familiar with the creatures might expect.

"Sorry. I'm all out," he murmured regretfully, giving the beautiful beast a scratch on her forehead as she shoved her muzzle into his other hand. He had to take a small step backward however when she suddenly whipped her head up and to the side with a greeting whinny. Strange. What was that abou-

"Lot of others would've lost a limb for that." The unexpected voice made Blitz tense, tail shooting straight out behind him in surprise before curling tightly, an embarrassed flush rising to his cheeks. He peered around the hellhorse's neck, praying his mortification wouldn't be obvious to the cowboy now leaning against his mount's side. How the fuck had he arrived without him noticing? Striker plucked the wheat stalk from between his teeth and smirked. "She likes you."

Blitz coughed awkwardly and began backing away, mind and mouth both rapidly trying and failing to come up with a believable excuse for his actions. "I was just- uh… I was looking for… We had them at the circus, see, and I thought maybe- Strips are really good for their teeth, you kn- I mean of course you'd know that! I just-" Striker's eyebrows had been climbing steadily higher beneath the brim of his hat the longer Blitz waffled on, and in desperation he found himself resorting to a ridiculous escape route he hadn't used since he was nine years old. "Ah, I think I hear Luna calling me! Coming Loonie!" 

He skittered across the corral and clambered over the fence, cheeks burning hot as he cursed himself silently. Why had he turned into such a blathering idiot in front of the one person he'd actually hoped to impress this weekend? Blitz knew a ruthless killer when he met them and Striker was clearly I.M.P material. After a pathetic show like that though, there was no way he would want to-

The ground under his boots had begun to vibrate while he fumed, faintly at first, then increasing to a thundering roll. He instinctively darted to the side and kept walking, expecting whoever it was to just barrel past him at the reckless speed they seemed to be going. But his path was abruptly cut off by a fiery grey mass, Striker expertly bringing his mount from full canter to a standstill in a cloud of dust. He swung her around to stand side-on so he could look down at the choking imp, that shit-eating grin Blitz was quickly becoming familiar with exposing a gleaming gold fang to the sunlight.

"Pretty sure your hound went bean-pickin' with the rest an hour ago," Striker commented, leaning forward to rest an arm on the pommel, free hand tapping his thigh absentmindedly, "Since you got so much free time to burn, how 'bout you come help me check the fences? Got a few posts loose on the South end thanks to that pesky varg pack last night." The hellhorse shuffled under him, pawing at the dirt and snapping her jaws a little at the mention of vargs. "Bombproof wouldn't mind catching a few either, I bet. Maybe you'll get to see her on the hunt."

"Oh, uh…" Perhaps he hadn't completely blown his chances after all? Striker certainly wasn't behaving like he thought Blitz a dithering moron, literally chasing him down to offer another opportunity to spend more time together and bond with Bombproof. What an incredible name for a hellhorse… No, focus! He could salvage this. He just had to pull himself together and show what a great prospect his group would be compared to farm work in the boonies. Preferably without turning into a rambling mess this time. He forced a nonchalant shrug. "Sure, why not?"

Striker slipped his boot free of the stirrup, hand extending in clear invitation. Blitz's brain stuttered, immediately dropping every part of his own peptalk as it dawned on him what the other had actually meant.

"What, you plannin' on walkin' there? It's miles of Wrath terrain. C'mon Blitz, I don't bite," Striker drawled, head tilting as his eyes took on a knowing glint, "Unless you ask nicely."

Well that decided it. Blitz was reaching for the proffered hand before he could second-guess himself, so caught up in his whirling thoughts Striker had to correct which foot the distracted imp tried mounting with. Blitz didn't have long to stew in his humiliation at least, preoccupied by the ease of how he was hauled into the saddle, hands directed to grip the pommel while the taller demon reached around him to grasp the reins. Striker nudged his leg out of the way, retaking the stirrup and leaving Blitz to squeeze Bombproof's sides tightly with his thighs as she responded to her rider. A moment later they were galloping down the driveway, wind whipping past their faces and her powerful form surging below them.

Blitz was wrong. His time in the corral had been a beautiful experience, but still only comparable to Earth at best. 

Now he was in Heaven. 

And he never wanted to fall.

[omnivorousshipper]

I'm a new and very late Shobbs shipper and I just wanted to thank you for all the amazing fics you wrote for this fandom. I'm still taking my time reading all the fics, but I'm loving them so much ~ Alpha Hobbs x Omega Shaw (also mpreg) is my fave thing and you fed me so well 🙏🥰

Hello!! It's never too late to enjoy a ship! Especially one that I still love and writing for. I hope you continue finding fics you love!

And yasss! I can never get enough Alpha x Omega Shobbs! (And mpreg lol!)

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The world swam as Deckard blinked away the nausea that threatened to take over him. Swallowing thickly, he forced himself to take deep breathes through his nose.

Easier said than done.

Slowly, Deckard tried to rotate his wrists but the thick layers of duct tape kept them pinned to the arms of the chair. The same sticky substance kept his legs tied to the chair legs and his mouth gagged. A band of duct tape was also wrapped around his chest, squeezing his ribs and restricting his breathing as well.

Over all, the position left his round belly exposed.

He couldn't reach down and wrap his arms around it. Nor could he curl his body around it. The need to protect his unborn child was screaming inside him and there was no way for him to act upon it.

A constant growl persisted against the tape as a last measure against his captors.

Much to their amusement.

"Man, Hobbs sure picked himself a cute omega, huh?"

The leader of the gang sneer at him, twisting hid already hideous features. He was wiry, with mismatched proportions that made his gait unsteady as he strode up to Deckard. As the man's veiny hand reached out, Deckard's eyes widened.

He wouldn't dare-!

A gentle caress ghosted against Deckard's stomach and he jerked violently. He tugged on his wrists uselessly, only to the man's credit.

"Aw, do you want your alpha, little omega?" The man crooned and gave a sickly sweet smile. Deckard continued to try and pull his body away from him, but to no avail. "I bet Hobbs treats you so nicely. He even knocked you up with a pup! An omega's dream."

All around them, the man's goons snickered.

Glaring straight into the man's eyes, Deckard silently vowed to kill the man as slowly as possible. If he wasn't seven months pregnant, he would've already been out of his bonds and torturing the man feeling up his belly.

So focused on staring into the man's eyes and trying to telepathically describe the ways Deckard wanted to kill him, Deckard didn't notice when the man's hand moved to cup his cheek.

Twitching harshly, Deckard moved his head away but the hand quickly grabbed his face. Thin fingers squeezed his cheeks with such force, Deckard swore he was receiving instant bruises.

"I wonder what an alpha like Hobbs would do if he found out his little omega smelled like another alpha," the man wondered aloud. Deckard wanted to bare his teeth. "Let's find out."

The man's rotting breath filled Deckard's nostrils and he nearly lost the battle against his nausea. The malicious spark of glee in the man's eye gleamed and the sound of his goons' amusement was suffocating.

Fear clawed up Deckard's throat as he desperately wished to be out of this situation.

He would never allow another person to touch him! He would never betray Luke like that!

Luke was his partner, his mate, the father of his child.

Deckard loved him too much to allow his captor to live after this.

Keeping the man's unrelenting gaze, Deckard continued to rotate his wrists and felt the tape loosening.

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Luke could barely keep from physically and verbally ripping out his comrades' throats so much if they looked at him.

His alpha side was howling and scratching at him to draw blood. How dare someone take his mate!

It had taken a few years of rigorous courting to convince Deckard he had been genuine, but when the omega had finally smiled at him and offered his neck for a bonding bite, Luke knew he had found the one.

Deckard was the perfect partner for him. Not only did he challenge Luke, but he was able to read him through and through. Nobody else had been able to keep up with Luke in almost all areas of his life. On the field, at home, or dealing with problems from the mundane to the insane.

When Luke had first met Deckard, he hadn't wanted to hurt the omega. Until Deckard had beat his ass and thrown him out a window.

Luke should have realized that's the moment he literally fell for the omega.

But now, his mate was in trouble. His alpha was berating him for leaving his pregnant mate without protection, and couldn't help but agree. He should've been there for his mate. Then maybe a crazed criminal with a vendetta against Luke wouldn't have kidnapped Deckard.

Pressing his foot even harder against the gas pedal, Luke felt his muscles tightening with adrenaline. He needed to get to Deckard. Now.

Behind him was his backup, struggling to match his truck's pace. But Luke didn't care about them at all. He would kill the bastard that thought he could mess with Luke and his mate.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at the abandoned building they had tracked the kidnappers to. As Luke opened the door, he could hear screaming.

"Fuck! Deckard!" Luke shouted, fearing the worst.

At a full sprint, Luke slammed into the decapitated front door and splintered the door into pieces. Holding up his gun, Luke felt his heart in his throat as he surveyed the room.

Only to find several bodies lying across the floor and Deckard brutally snapping another finger of the man that had kidnapped him. Pure rage shown in Deckard's eyes as he snarled and spit at the bleeding and broken man underneath him.

"Filth like you have no right to touch me!" Deckard's words were a raw growl. "I swear to you, I will make you regret even laying eyes on me!"

With those words, a knife was plunged into the man's thigh, a high pitch scream followed it. Deckard didn't hesitate to twist the knife violently in the meat of the man's leg.

Luke could see other stab wounds already on the man. None life threatening if treated right away, but if not, he would bleed to death.

"Only my alpha is allowed to touch me!" Deckard hissed and pulled the knife out.

Before he could bring the knife down again, Luke leaped forward and wrapped his arms around Deckard.

"Easy, Deck, easy," Luke whispered into the omega's ear. At first, Deckard's body was stiff and ready to attack, but it quickly relaxed as Deckard took in his scent.

"Luke..."

Next to the whimpering, dying man, the mates embraced each other.

Luke felt as if he was home. Deckard's body slotted against his perfectly, his belly cradled between their bodies protectively. Deckard shoved his nose against Luke's neck and breathed deeply, drinking up his scent. Luke did the same, nosing against Deckard's mating scar.

As Luke scented Deckard, he could smell traces of another alpha. The one Deckard had been torturing.

"He put his hands on me." The words weren't begging for forgiveness from Luke for allowing another to touch him. No, Deckard was beyond furious that someone had dared to think they had any right to put their disgusting hands on him and his child.

"You showed him, Deck. Let's go home," Luke soothed him.

"Not until he's dead!" Deckard snapped.

Now, Luke wasn't sure if that was the hormones talking, or Deckard's unrelenting need for revenge. Maybe both.

"This isn't healthy for the baby," Luke told him firmly. With those words, Deckard immediately deflated. "Killing several people is too much strain on your body, Deck."

"They were going to hurt my baby!"

"I know," Luke sighed. "I'm glad you're both safe. Let's get you home so you can rest."

Gently holding his arms, Luke helped Deckard to his feet. The omega purred as his arms wrapped around him. Smiling down at him, Luke began to lead him out.

But not without a swift kick to the asshole still bleeding out at their feet.

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I hope you enjoyed, friend!

[eliotquillon]

Just remebered that the S6 og team coming back was only supposed to be temporary, I wonder what would've happened if chase just stayed on as a surgeon, he could've still used the whole "I don't regret what I did, I don't want to leave princeton" and cameron might've stayed(or maybe not).

It specifically was the fact that he wanted to work for House again, after all these years, that was the last straw for his marriage.

agree that it’s specifically chase doubling down and staying with house that makes cameron leave the marriage—although i don’t know if that’s necessarily what ends it. their marriage ended less because cameron left, and more because chase refused to follow her; in previous aspects of their relationship cameron has pushed away and had chase follow her and everything has more or less worked out fine (chase’s insistence on reminding her he likes her after the fwb thing ends is part of why they’re even together at all!). and i think cameron did expect chase to follow her again? marriages usually have death throes for months before a divorce—look at taub and his wife, their drama drags on for YEARS before he even considers a separation—but the chameron divorce is just. immediate. cameron coming back to ppth asking why chase hasn’t signed the divorce papers yet would make sense if they’d been separated for months, but they’ve only been apart for a few weeks after she makes the snap decision to leave on her own (and cameron CAN be impulsive, sure, but she is someone who prides herself on controlling her actions and desire). it’s weird!

there are a lot of reasons why i think she came back to ppth in lockdown (i think alongside her saviour complex cameron also has a bit of a martyr thing going on and a part of her was probably quietly hoping for a blowout argument so she could rationalise about things ending and not being her fault) but imo i think a big one is that she expected him to be ready to leave and follow her now. would’ve been the best cameron win of all time: chase grew a spine (exciting!) but obligingly retracted it once she applied enough pressure and moves back to her hometown where she can serve as an emotional ‘carer’ to ‘redeem’ him from the Bad Horrible Murder He Did. cameron never would’ve had to overemphasise with a dying patient again this would’ve kept her going for years. unfortunately that’s not how things turn out at all. Lol.

anyway, back to the point (promise i had one) i genuinely don’t think chase pushes to stay in princeton if it’s not for house’s involvement/the fellowship. we’ve seen chase try to hold boundaries with house in s4 and 5: he sucks at it. he succeeds in getting house off his back professionally but keeps spare bowling shoes in his car and is ready to advise him about Women And Their Friends. i think it was always going to be all or nothing for him: princeton or chicago, house or cameron. if the dibala thing had still happened with chase working in surgery, he would’ve moved to chicago and never looked back imo. you can untangle dibala and the divorce, but i don’t think you can untangle house and the divorce. like what does chase have at ppth apart from house and cameron? his boss resents him for being one of house’s former fellows (and the weird custody dispute that comes with that). he’s always living in fear of house coming knocking and not being able to draw that boundary next time. if chase had stayed a surgeon and still killed dibala, him and cameron would’ve run off to chicago and baby trapped each other and lived toxically ever after. I just can’t see it any other way :(

[the-amazing-wonderss]

Waste it on me

A/N: ...OKAY SO NOT TWICE BUT BTS THIS TIME DONT@ME ABT MY SONG CHOICES 🤡‼️ Also my first time writing for Sakura because Mod 👻 wanted me to so i'm sorry if she sounds OOC, same with the others !! ⎯☠️

Content: Fluff, No gender specified for reader other than the terms 'lady/gentleman' used in Natsuhiko's part, yandere-ish behavior on Tsukasa's part, rushed and not proofread/edited. Summary: In which you are an anti romantic that's persistent to deny your feelings to them but they notice.

Characters: Sakura, Natsuhiko, Tsukasa

You say love is messed up, you say that it don't work. You don't wanna try, no, no (you don't wanna try, no, no) ⎯ From pushing and pushing, you don't seem to budge from where you stand. Instead you're waiting there for me. Waiting for my answer that you've already predicated. Am I that obvious? Or did you predict this as well?

It's actually hard for you to even notice that she knows. With her stoic expression and all, as well as her unbothered attitude, you never would've found out about her knowing until you had eventually confess.

But before that can even occur, SAKURA would remain silent and resilient to whatever nonsense you had to say about love. How it's foolish, silly, a lie, etc.

However one thing she does notice when you start talking about it is how each time you mention something different about it, there's always a distant look in your eyes.

Whether it's mentioning the way some couples act sickly sweet to each other or how they'd bring their significant other to some place special, there was always this... Longing expression that you yourself might've not noticed, but she did.

The way you stared afar for a while, making it quite easy for her to admire the look on your face. It makes her a bit sadden to see how you weren't honest with your feelings, but also understand why you weren't so open about it.

That's why she doesn't speak up about it, or try to approach you on the topic. She's the type to wait for your answer, and if you still weren't willing to? Well one way or another she'll eventually draw the answer out of you sooner or later.

I don't know your secrets but I'll pick up the pieces. Pull you close to me now ⎯ Why don't you leave me alone? Why are you such a thorn to my side? Can't you see that I hate you? That you make me sick? Just looking at you makes my stomach churn, so what's with that dumb look on your face for?

Oh he knows. He knows and he fucking loves it so much. Basking at even knowing but still chasing after your love is so exciting for him, especially when you kept trying to push him away and deny it all, he just keeps coming back.

NATSUHIKO as we all know him very well, is a romantic at heart ⎯ he'd go far and beyond to show his love for you, heck, even showing it off despite your counters against it.

And although he might not say it out loud for you or anyone to hear, he is a bit ... Hurt? For you, seeing as you weren't honest with your feelings and kept pushing it down, was it because of his previous acts of flirting to others that made you feel as if he'd toy with yours? Or was it perhaps a past relationship that made you see things the way they are now?

He didn't know, he wants to know but he didn't want to drag you into saying it.

So instead, he awaits for whatever your reason or answer might be while also still trying to court you in the best ways possibles for a lady/gentleman such as yourself.

Treat me like a comma, I'll take you to a new phrase. Yeah, come just eat me and throw me away ⎯ I don't understand what's so special about me that makes you act like this, so childish yet so loving... Is this some kind of joke to you? Are you pulling on the strings of my heart simply because it's funny? You're cruel to make me fall for you even more.

He knows and he's pestering you about it. Upset that you're trying to keep it from him while also finding it so entertaining, especially about the little comments you make on love.

Why did it upset you? Why are you denying it? It's interesting to see how you shy away from his touches due to not 'wanting to be in love' but at the same time, looking like a love stricken fool.

TSUKASA doesn't necessarily take too kindly if you keep up with this act though, as it soon becomes more irritating than interesting for him. So if you aren't admitting to your feelings by the time he starts switching up, you might be in a lot of trouble and find some of your classmates going missing.

He sees no point keeping them around if you aren't willing to have him either.

But...if you do end up confessing to him before all of that could happen, he would be so overjoyed! Bouncing around and clinging onto you as if he hadn't just threatened demanded for your answer earlier!

It did came out as forceful... Maybe even a bit worrying from how he made you get straight to the point rather than beat around the bush for too long ⎯ but in the end, you did end up getting what you wanted, right? You have him now and he has you.

(Gonna add this extra part here just in case some readers aren't a big fan of yandere endings: But Sakura would talk to Tsukasa at one point about it and let him know of your feelings before you even got the chance to. Instead, having him confront you about it rather than the other way around ⎯ so that he could take the initiative and put the end to this cat and mouse chase.)

[amazingbananabread]

How do you think your ocs would feel about mine?

(Srry If I asked this before)

✧ MEW ✧

Melissa 👾: A child in this house? Melissa only hope for Mew to be safe and sound, though the fact the child is also a cat person and the fact she could defend herself, Mel doesn't really do much besides drawing with Mew and playing on her smartphone. Mel likes her, just that she is a bit..intimidated because she had betrayed and killed a ratman.

`` U-uh, I don't got much opinion for the cat child, she's pretty okay and cute, I hope we hang out later on..i-i just hope she doesn't do anything harm on me though, nn.. :^[ ``

Mary 💡: The moth lady doesn't know much about Mew other the fact she witnessed the child stealing a cookie on a night. Despite that, Mary thinks she's pretty nice, hoping to talk with her someday.

`` Oh? About one of the members in that house over there? I do not know much about the little girl other than she have some cat features. Though, I wish to meet her, I don't know why but she looks so adorable! ``

Goat Guy and The Wandering Horse 🐐🐎: the (three) two of them don't know anyone in the Ivory House but they might've seen each other every now and then. Their opinions is that they think Mew's should stay inside and don't explore much in the forest as they know how dangerous it is out here.

`` Don't know who that is, but hope she don't become a stray. (🐐) ``

`` Neigh (agree..🐎) ``

✶ HITCHHIKER C ✶

Melissa 👾: Melissa don't know a lot about Hitchhiker C but what does she knows is that she kept seeing the guy with the dog guy she forgot the name of. She doesn't really have anything to say other than good for him. Keep moving that dawg! 💜

`` I don't know who is that..eh, hope he's good i-i guess. :V ``

Mary 💡: oh she knows him! Well, more like sees him but she saw him multiple times, either killing or not, he's always seems to have some bloods on him.

Though, she's just hope Hitchhiker C doesn't kill her with that axe of his. It look scary..

`` The guy's..a bit scary, i-in my opinion- I'm sure the guy's a good person! J-just..um, let's hope he's likes moths.. ``

Goat Guy NN 🐐: Goat saws the killing that were made by Hitchhiker C, so they being scared of him is underestimating to say the least. If they ever see him again,he would run away FAST.

`` W-why are you mentioning him to me? Can we just talk about something else? Like a g-gem? Shows? I just don't want t-talk about him right now...he's horrifying.. ``

The Wandering Horse 🐎: Phillips doesn't really care about him to be honest, he think he's just trying to survive in the wild, just the way he does it is...very red and bloody. Jane on the other hand, is scared of Hitch.C even though he sounds pretty nice and a chill guy when Phillips was talking with him one time.

`` Neigh..what, you want me to break character for this? Well, C's a nice guy i guess, liked to talk with him but he's gotta chill on the killing, kept seeing him in red. Does he wash his clothes? Eh.. (Phillips) ``

`` U-umm..i don't know bout him, but I hope he doesn't try to kill us later on. (Jane) ``

✢ DANNY ✢

Melissa 👾: Mel encountered the ratman multiple times before Mew killed him off, and she thinks he nice, a bit awkward but then again, she's kinda like him too so..

Such a shame that Danny died, Melissa would've shown him her fanart of him.

`` Awh man, still sad that he died..but anyways, Danny's a good guy, we often talk here and there about stuffs. Sometimes, he would tell me more about the other ratmen. Hope he's in heaven. ``

Mary, Goat Guy, T.W.H 💡🐐🐎: they don't know him, so uh......oof