#I did this on snap like I'm lazy ok

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Lestat as Eleanor Shellstrop quotes:

thank you @estuaryorange for enlightening me with this truth!

[jamil-s-wifey]

I saw the rules that NSFW is fine & things u don't write for the NSFW, soo may i req hcs of Savannaclaw's dorm with gn!s/o (f!s/o is ok too) where s/o asks the boys to breed them? Ummm is my req still alright? do tell me if u feel uncomfortable with this. Thank u!

Yes, of course, your request is perfectly fine! One interesting proposition towards the Savannaclaw dorm coming right up! Thank you for diligently reading the rules! ♥️ I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Nsfw under the cut!

Leona

See, he gets it. You're dating a beastman. Of course you'd want to get a taste of the wild side - the primal urges, the possessive bitemarks, the delicious feeling of being full to the brim, like a good little bitch in heat. He gets it. ...But that doesn't mean he won't have some fun with it.

"Breeding, huh? You think just 'cus I'm a beastman, that we call it breeding, that it comes natural or something? Wanna live out your little creampie fantasies through me, huh?"

Oh that accusatory tone, that sharp glare.

Just as you were about to apologise, he interrupted you.

"You'd stand correct, herbivore."

Oh, that piece of-

And he was on you, pinning you to the nearest surface, which ended up being the bed itself. (Lazy lion be lazing) Sharp canines scraped over the pulse point on your neck, as his hips ground into you.

"You wanna be bred, huh? Filled to the brim, marked and scented, so that everybody will know who you belong to? Careful what you wish for, little herbivore."

"You might just get it. Now spread your legs."

Ruggie

He right about *choked*.

You? With him? Now?!? But he's not prepared for fatherhood. He'd want to have a steady income to provide for his family and - and it's so tempting, and you're pulling him in with those glassy eyes, and delicious lips and-

Oh, you meant in like-. Oh You just really want to be filled, don't you. Okay. He can work with that.

He'd be for sure frazzled at first, but very quickly get into rhythm. The more ye imagines it, the more obsessed he gets with the image of your hole dripping with his cum, reddened, used and thoroughly bred.

He'd have to wait until nighttime, when he's free, but the moment you two were left to your own devices he was quick to shed your clothing, nearly ripping yours from your body.

Surprisingly eager, considering the state of pure panic he was in earlier that day. All teeth, and growls, and breathless moaning, and all just for you.

"Shishishi, and here I thought I was the wild one. Oh doncha worry, I'll fill you plenty~."

Somehow that sounded more like a threat than a promise and you were content with both.

Jack

Every single fiber within Jack's body was screaming at him to take you right then and there. His instincts were going haywire at the prospect. He needed you carnally, viscerally... and you were just offering yourself to him?

His tail was a dead giveaway, as to the whirlwind of emotions coursing through him, as he stared at you. His fingers were twitching, aching to get a hold of you.

"You....do realise what that entails, right? We uh...we mate for life. I know you find it..uhm.....attractive, but I have to warn you."

He figured you were aware, he just couldn't believe it. His breeding also entailed a knot after all. You had to be warned. And you already knew. Of course you knew, you'd been together for years. After hearing your wholehearted confirmation, he felt the thin thread of his self-control snap within him.

A deep guttural growl left his throat, as he stepped towards you, grabbing your face and pulling you in for the kiss of a lifetime. Big, rough hands travelled from your face, to your neck and down your body, only to lift you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I can't wait to paint your insides white. You'd look so good, full and sated, my perfect mate."

Who are you and what did you do to my Jack?

[abiatackerman]

Interrupted by brats

The air in the mess hall cracks with tension as Jean and Eren square off. Their fists fly, and the other scouts gather around, placing bets and cheering like it is some twisted spectator sport. Mikasa’s stoic expression betrays her amusement, while Sasha bites on a potato, her eyes wide with excitement.

But then, the doors swing open as Levi and you step in. The entire scene freezes. Even the birds outside seemed to hold their breath. Levi's glare can melt steel, and the room temperature drops by a few degrees.

"Brats......"

He mutters, his voice is like a blade slicing through the chaos.

"What the hell is this nonsense?"

Eren and Jean stumble apart immediately and you sigh. They straighten their uniforms, faces showing pure fear as they avoid eye contact with their captain.

Levi doesn't waste time. He kicks Jean's abdomen, since he was the one who started the fight. Then he kicks Eren's ass hard making him stumble forward.

"You want to fight? Fine. I'll give you a reason to regret it."

His knuckles crack ominously and you sigh.

Levi's really pissed today. You just told him that you're leaving for a week since your dad has become sick and you haven't visited your family for a while. He's pissed thinking that it's gonna be a damn long annoying week without you. Just when you two were about to kiss, Historia rushes to Levi's office to inform him about the fight.  Levi is pissed about the interruption and now here he is, beating them up.

"Captain, I...."

Jean tries to speak but Levi stops him.

"Shut up!" Levi snaps. "And you, Jaeger."

He turns to Eren, who stands there massaging his ass.

"You're not innocent either. Next time you want to throw punches, do it in private. Got it?"

Eren nods so vigorously that his head may detach from his neck.

"Y-yes, sir!"

Levi stares at him for a while then looks at you again. You can tell by his looks he's thinking about punishing them. Your face softens as you look at Jean's and Eren's nervous faces, feeling sympathy for them.

"Both of you will clean this hall everyday for this whole week. One more fight and I'll increase the area of your cleaning also add daily laps to your lazy assed routine. Now all of you, out!"

Levi orders in his pissed tone as everyone rushes out of the hall. They all are relieved that Levi has just punished Eren and jean. Not them.

"Don't you think you are being too strict?"

You ask as the cadets leave the hall.

"I mean this hall is huge... Cleaning it every day is tough by only two people."

You say softly as Levi walks towards you.

"Though their behaviours are shitty they have loyal friends. I bet they all will clean it together."

He says as he grabs your chin.

"You're just too kind, doll. They'll be fine, don't worry."

You nod and remove his hand from your face and hug him tightly, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"You know? You looked so sexy and hot when you were beating them up. Everyone was looking at you with fear and you were the strongest intimidating leader, also your commanding voice... I did feel bad for them but... Shit... I'm fucking turned on."

Levi chuckles as his face is pressed against your head and he sniffs your sweet smell. His one hand wraps around your neck and the other one plays with your hair.

" Tch... You have a weird choice, but I'm not complaining."

He speaks in an amusing tone and removes his head from your hair to look at your face. He cups your face, his expression is soft with affection as he kisses your forehead.

"Just be safe for the week, ok? And make sure to come back to me unscarred."

He speaks, his voice full of affection. You chuckle.

"Even if I get in trouble, I'll use the combats you taught me. I'll be fine, don't worry."

You say smiling cheekily as Levi's eyes soften again. Your smile is his greatest weakness, he can't help but melt every time he sees it. And when he knows he's the reason behind it, his mind overflows with ecstasy.

He leans down and presses his lips softly against yours. You hum and close your eyes as you grip his shirt, only to feel his thumping heartbeat against your palm. His thumbs caress your cheeks as your lips move in a slow, soft and rhythmic way.

Just when Levi's tongue gently brushes against your lower lips and you are about to part your lips, suddenly, the mess hall's door swings open. Sasha and Connie stumble in, revealing Eren, Jean, Armin and Mikasa behind them. They freeze, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, as if caught in a forbidden act.

"Errr... Captain... we..."

Sasha tries to speak nervously, her cheeks pink.

"We were just..... Looking for the potato Sasha left behind."

Armin speaks shyly, his face flushed red. You try to suppress your smile as you look at the pissed expression on Levi's face.

"You shits were spying on us? What were you brats looking at? Never saw a man and woman kissing before?"

Levi speaks in a calm tone but you know he's fuming inside. Everyone turns red at his words, even Mikasa blushes.

"Eren and Jean will clean this mess hall, alone! And you all shits will clean the whole field. I'll check your work in the afternoon. If I see even a single darnel picking out of the grass, I swear I'll kick your lazy asses. As for the girls, you all will run 50 laps and no food until you clean your shits up. Mark my words!"

Levi speaks firmly as their eyes widened. You look at them sympathically as Sasha seems like she is about to cry.

"Out!"

Levi says in a slightly louder tone than usual making them flinch as they rushes out.

"Damn brats. What are they? 10? Bothering us like annoying bugs."

He speaks in a pissed voice as you sigh and hug his neck to calm him down.

"They are just kids, Levi. They probably got curious when Sasha came back here for her potato and caught us kissing. Forgive them."

Levi relaxes in you arms as he starts to kiss your neck.

"Tch, I shouldn't care for them like this when they're this annoying."

You chuckle and tilt your head to let him kiss you. You rub his back.

"You're a great father figure, Levi. They also knows it."

You giggle slightly at the tickling feeling as his breath fans over you neck and his lips keep caressing you skin.

"I'll try to be a good father to our brat too. I won't say shitty words and won't be harsh. I promise."

He mumbles in a low voice as his grip on your waist tightens.

"I know you will, love."

You say softly as he removes his head to look at your face.

"Tch, I'll miss you, smartass..."

He says softly as he kisses your forehead.

"Me too."

You say and he presses his lips against yours again. Though this time you two kiss each other for a long time without any interruptions.

And this time, no brats were peeking on you two either.

[withleeknow]

how he would take care of you during shark week. ⤷ chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

pairing: jisung x f!reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff, mentions of periods bc duhhh erhm note: ok so i'm REALLY not sure what this is lmao but i switched up entirely compared to the first installation (with minho) and i think this is the format i'll be sticking with for the rest of the members. i'm still just experimenting and trying to figure how i want to approach doing drabbles/drabble series like this so pls bear with me a little for now lol

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jisung, who can't be trusted with even the simplest of tasks. you should've known better. (and honestly? you did know better, which probably makes the whole thing so much worse.)

jisung, whom you ask to run to the store just because you were too lazy to brave the evening chill yourself and get the shit you need.

jisung, who texts you what size pussy u wear? while he stands in the middle of the aisle, feeling like he's illiterate as he's surrounded by products of different colors and shapes and sizes and wings.

jisung, whose eyes catch a specific pink packaging with pretty flowers that makes him pull out his phone and snap you a picture. this one looks better. yours is boring, he'd text you, to which you'd replied with a dozen question marks before calling him an idiot and telling him to leave the fancy pads and hurry home with the ones you usually use.

jisung, who returns about thirty minutes later holding two large bags in his hands, which definitely contain a lot more than what you had sent him out for - just a pack of overnight pads and some sweets.

jisung, who kisses you in greeting as your eyes narrow suspiciously, then he'd proudly show off the goodies that you didn't need - an assortment of sour candies and chocolates, chips, ice cream bars, your favorite cookies, and lastly, a random purple pouch.

jisung, whose love language looks a lot like making you get diabetes whenever your time of the month rolls around.

jisung, who beams like a kid in a candy store when you ask him about the pouch with a brow raised. "look!" he'd beam, holding the little thing up like it's the most magical invention he's ever come across in his entire life. "it holds your pads! and it has unicorns on it!"

jisung, who doesn't deflate at all when you tell him that you already have one, but instead, he'd tell you to ditch the one you have because it's too "boring" (re: it doesn't have unicorns.)

jisung, who volunteers to carry the pouch for you the next time you go out together, musing to himself about whether or not he should add a little strap so he could wear it like a crossbody bag, not even batting an eye when you stare at him and gape in disbelief.

jisung, who really uses your shark week as an excuse to buy dumb shit for himself and stuff you full of treats.

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[https-milo]

2 ☾ Baking / Satoru Gojo !!

DAY TWO OF FLUFFTOBER!

Summary

- unsurprisingly, he cannot bake... buttt the first years are counting on some desserts!

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The night before Halloween, your boyfriend appeared in your doorway. Your decorations were hung and you were bursting at the seams of excitement for the following day.

"Satoru? It's the middle of the night!" You scolded as you let the white-haired man in. He bore his usual lazy grin and black blindfold. Despite it being almost midnight, he was still in his teacher's uniform.

"Wellllll.... I need your help!" Satoru replied as he swung an arm around your shoulder and brought you to your kitchen.

"Huh? With what? Did you lose your comb again?" You asked in confusion. He didn't reply and instead pulled out his phone, showing you a picture of terribly burnt cookies. At first, you couldn't even tell what they were. It just looked like black ash on a baking tray. "What am I looking at?"

Satoru laughed and pocketed his phone, "Well! I told the first years I'd make them Halloween treats for tomorrow, you know for some enthusiasm. Well, actually, originally it was just going to be for Megumi, but then Yuji heard so Nobara heard too... But anyway! I tried baking cookies and well... that was the result."

You blinked at him, "So you want my help with something you promised?" Satoru nodded. You sighed, "Fine. You're lucky I love you." You placed a chaste kiss on his lips before scurrying around your kitchen to get the stuff you'd need.

"I am pretty lucky about that!" Satoru replied with an obnoxious grin. He sat on the counter like a princess and kicked his feet while you got the ingredients to make sugar cookies and royal icing.

You rolled your eyes as you needed the cookie dough. "You're so lucky you're beautiful." You sighed. Satoru stuck his tongue out at you and snapped a picture of you baking. You knew, within a matter of seconds, it'd be posted to his story with some corny caption. Once the cookies were in the oven, you stood between Satoru's legs and pulled him down for a kiss. "I love you, even when you make me bake cookies for you in the middle of the night."

Satoru's smile widened and he embraced you tightly. "How could you not love me?" You lightly hit his arm in a scolding manner and rolled your eyes. "Kidding, I love you too!"

Finally, the cookies were done and cooled. The royal icing was made and ready to be piped. "Ok, I have some cute designs I found on Pinterest..." You turned your phone to Satoru, who now stood beside you with casual clothes and a pink princess apron on ("I don't want to ruin my outfit! [The outfit was old sweatpants and an old graphic shirt]).

"Those are all so complicated," Satoru complained with a groan.

"And your cursed technique isn't?" You pinched his cheek softly, "How about you do the big main colors and I'll do the details."

Satoru beamed and grabbed a cookie, "Great idea, babe!" He messily started layering the icing before smoothing it out with a knife. You took his cookies and added the details. Soon enough, you had mummies, zombies, and pumpkins tucked neatly in a container, ready to head to the school in the morning.

"Thanks a bunch," Satoru said with a kiss to your cheek. "Wanna go to the school with me tomorrow?"

You shrugged, "Sure. It'd be nice to catch up with Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi." You yawned. "Let's head to bed, yeah?" Satoru nodded and the two of you walked to your room.

"You made these?" Megumi asked Satoru with distaste in his voice as he peered into the container with the cookies. "What'd you do to them?"

"Whattttt!? I'm offended!" Satoru dramatically said, he huffed and stuck out his chest.

"I made them," You swiftly cut in and grabbed the container from Satoru.

Yuji's eyes sparkled and he greedily grabbed one of each cookie type. Nobara smiled and grabbed a mummy, and Megumi nodded while grabbing a zombie. "Thank you, Y/N!" The three chorused. You could barely hear Megumi, but you knew he said it.

"Yeah, thank you, Y/N," Satoru said. He brought you in for a kiss with his hand reaching for the cookies. You scowled and kept the cookies away from him, pushing away from his embrace.

"Nuh-uh, you had 7 on the way here."

"But Y/nnnnn..."

"No, Satoru."

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[dashofmonsters]

Cream Tea Pt.2

Male Werewolf x Female Reader

"Thomas, I'm human," you repeat, not quite sure if he heard you.

He takes a step back and scrubs his face with his hand before opening his mouth but nothing comes out.

You feel your heart drop at his silence and unable to take it anymore you get up to leave. You hear Leighann call after you but you keep heading straight towards the gate to exit Thomas' backyard. You're done here.

Stomping off back to your new house you can't help but feel like this really was a mistake. You slam the door behind you and stomp off to your room.

"What the hell was I thinking?" you cry as you crumple to the floor. You know next to nothing about the world outside of being a trophy daughter being dragged to pageants and yacht parties.

Your phone rings then and you see it's Mama Joy calling you. For a moment you think about ignoring it but she's done so much for you that it hurts to even think about letting her call go to voicemail.

"Hey Mama," you answer.

"Hello deary you sound terrible, is everything ok?" she asks, concern lacing her elderly voice.

You sniffle and bite your lip, "No... I'm just feeling like I made a big mistake. Like I don't belong here and I just got too excited and didn't really think things through and... and I just don't know what to do now."

Mama Joy hums and sighs, "I'll be over soon dear and we can talk over some tea. There were some things that were left out about this place but I think you might have found out already."

"Like about the werewolves?" you say bluntly.

"I'll be there soon sweetheart, you just hang tight for me," Mama sighs and hangs up.

You toss your phone across the floor and slump against the wall as you hold yourself. The tears come back again but you try to fight them off until Leighann bursts through the door.

"Ok!" she starts. "Ok so um, fuck!"

"This was a mistake wasn't it?" you ask her.

"Shush you and no. This is just a minor set back, we can work with this. It's not that bad, just different. Unexpected. Unplanned for. Um..." she waves her hand and snaps her fingers a couple of times.

"It was necessary," Mama Joy adds.

You and Leighann look over to her and the two ladies behind her.

"Necessary?" you ask, scrubbing the tears from your eyes the best you could.

"Let's talk over some tea, come now. There's much to discuss," Mama Joy gives you a short smile.

Leighann helps you up and follows you to the kitchen where Mama is already preparing tea. The other ladies introduce themselves, one of them is Linda, the one who sold you this house and the other is Bethany, a small woman with round gold framed glasses.

"I think we should start with the obvious," Mama Joy starts.

"This is a retirement town for werewolves and most of the young ones out here are also werewolves," Linda states.

"Not even going to ease into it?" Bethany glares at Linda.

"This is a conversation not a hot tub Beth," Linda sighs.

"So did anyone know that she's, well y'know, not a fucking werewolf?" Leighann asks sharply.

You hide your face.

"Oh as a matter of fact we all did. Was a bit of a surprise but there are some humans that live amongst us so it's not that shocking. These young ones get so lazy that they forget to use their senses," Mama Joy answers and laughs a little.

"They act as if they didn't grow up around mostly humans once they settle in here. They get too comfortable, it's not good for them," Linda crosses her arms and shakes her head.

"That is true, they need to get out more often," Bethany nods her head.

Leighann groans and shakes you a little, "Listen, it's nice that you don't seem to care that she's human but Thomas kind of made her feel a little unwelcomed when she admitted she's human."

"Oh did he?" Mama Joy stopped what she was doing and wiped her hands off.

Linda stands up and takes her sweater off while Bethany removes her glasses and set them down nice and gently.

"Yeah, he just stands there with his mouth hanging open ready to catch flies while his buddies just look like a couple of fucking idiots. I fucking chewed them out and they did nothing. Pardon my French but that was unacceptable," Leighann shouts.

All three of the elderly ladies look at each other with raised brows and nod.

"It's been a good while since I had to whoop somebody's ass, don't want to stay out of practice," Linda stretches and starts removing her jewelry save for her earrings.

"It'll be a good exercise too, been a long time since I got to work out my other body," Bethany grins as she kicks off her shoes.

"I'm going to bite them," Mama Joy says matter-of-factly as she sets aside her accessories and starts getting a little hairier.

You can't help but to stare as each little old lady goes from granny to the big bad wolf. And they are big, at least six feet you guess.

They shake off the torn clothes and head out before you can say anything.

"So that just happened," Leighann wheezed as she fell into the chair next to you.

"Yeah... yeah I'm going to go and-" you started to stand up but froze when you heard the sounds of a howling.

For a moment you think about sitting your ass back down but that didn't feel right. Your feet move on their own and take you right out the door.

You head out and see the three grannies growling at Thomas and his friends while nosey neighbors step out to get a view of the drama. Thomas' eyes look everywhere and then to you and he freezes.

For a moment you think he's finally going to say something, anything but then you ask yourself... Do I actually care?

It was the same pain of rejection you've felt for years but this time it really stung because you actually like Thomas, he was actually nice to you without knowing who you were. But that's because he thought you were a werewolf...

You frown and turn away from him to head back inside. He calls to you but the second he does he yelps and growls.

Gritting your teeth you turn back around to see Thomas struggling as Mama Joy has his arm dangling from her mouth. Blood trickles down and his friends try to help but the other grannies stop them.

Once again your feet move of their own and before you know it you're trying to get Mama Joy off of Thomas, begging her that this is too much.

It takes a good few minutes to get her to calm down and remove her teeth from his arm but once she's done, her and the other grannies circle around Thomas and his friends a few times before they leave to go back to your house.

You peel off your sweater and start wrapping it around his arm as tight as you could.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" you ask Thomas.

He looks up at you stunned but nods.

"Good. Rick, get him inside and find the first aid kit. Tyler, go grab Leighann," you ordered.

Both of the guys hopped to it as you followed Rick and Thomas inside.

You have Rick set Thomas up in the kitchen where you get to work on cleaning the bite. Rick rummages around the house till he find the first aid kit and brings it to you.

Thomas' first aid kit was all that and then some, it was more like a standard first aid mixed with a trauma kit. You start to dilute the povidone-iodine while you have Rick keep pressure on the wounds.

Both Rick and Thomas cringe at the smell of the iodine as you start slathering it on the wounds. You can only guess it's from their wonderful sense of smell.

"You should probably go see a doctor as soon as possible. I've done all I can do," you tell him as you wrap up his arm.

"Rick, can you go check on Leighann and Tyler? They're taking a bit," you ask him and he nods before he splits.

Thomas is trembling even though he looks stiff, probably from the blood loss.

You start towards the living room to grab one of the throw blankets you saw only to be stopped by hand grabbing your wrist.

"I'm sorry," he finally says.

A lot of things bubble up inside you, anger, rage, anxiety, embarrassment and so on but you do as you've always done and push them down.

"It's fine," you says as you try to shake his hand off.

"It's not. None of this is. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...," Thomas starts to cry as he sinks down off of the chair and kneels before you.

"Please Thomas just stop, we can forgot that we had any conversation about anything. We can just pretend we're perfect strangers after today and move on with our lives. I'll get a job elsewhere and-"

"You don't have to do that, please... I'm sorry, this won't happen again... please," Thomas begs through an animalistic like voice.

Something in you notices that there's something off with Thomas and it's not just his voice. There's this need to calm him, soothe him, just like when you felt the sudden need to fight off Mama and care for his wounds even though you're still kind of mad at him.

"Ok ok, I'll think about it. Just relax ok? Please don't go and reopen your wounds please," you inhale deeply and wait as his grip loosens and he sort of just crumples before you.

"Thomas... Hey Thomas? Fuck," you wipe a hand across your face before you start the process of dragging him over to the front room and setting him up against a couch. You place a hand over his forward and sure enough, he's burning up.

"Hey, Tyler and Leighann are running the gran- Oh shit, shit shit shit," Rick storms in and sees Thomas slumped on the couch. "Ok, um... fuck I will be right back, with a doctor."

Rick rushes back out before you can say anything.

Thomas' breathing is a bit labored as you sit him up again and run to get a cool cloth to wipe the sweat away. Horrible thoughts start to stir and you do your best to hold your tears back as you take care of him but the gnawing anxiety won't subside.

This is my fault....

If only I didn't come here...

I shouldn't have overreacted...

Why am I even here..?

I should have done something before this escalated...

Why am I so pathetic..?

Why did I just jump into this move..?

I really hate this...

I really hate...myself...

You're a trembling mess as you get up to get another cold cloth. Your eyes are puffy and you feel dizzy from not breathing enough. When you return you see Thomas has slumped over again but he's holding himself up. His breathing is heavy as he slings himself back.

"Woah hey, take it easy," you panic as you wipe the sweat off his face with the clean cold cloth you just retrieved.

"I'll be ok. I heard- I heard Rick said he'll be-be back with a doctor," Thomas shivers as he sinks into the couch. "I really am sorry."

"Ok, ok. I am too," you frown as you plop the cloth across his face.

He lets out a strangled laugh, "You have nothing to be sorry for. I was the ass and then I got mine handed to me."

"This isn't funny," you snap.

"No, it's not. But neither is what happened to you. None of it was 'normal' or 'ok' or 'fine'. I had you open yourself up and when you admitted to being human I couldn't say anything. I made so many assumptions about you that my brain just fucking short circuited," he explains himself and sighs.

"It's fine, I'm used to people making assumptions about me. I don't want to stay mad at you because of some stupid misunderstanding," you cross your arms and settle into the couch next to him.

Thomas groans, "See, that's the problem! If you're mad, be mad. Stop sweeping your feelings under the rug like they don't matter. Be upset because someone assumed something about you and they got all hot and bothered or whatever. Stop living your life like you don't matter."

He's right and it hurts. You're so used to not mattering that it's so easy for you to not care about yourself or your feelings. This is supposed to be your fresh start but at this point you feel like you're throwing your old life into a dumpster fire and waiting for the whole thing to burn down.

"I'm not used to caring about myself or for myself for that matter. This is supposed to be me starting a new life from scratch, far away from a family who could give a shit about me," you say as you curl up.

"I know and I did a shit job making you feel welcomed on your first day," Thomas chuckles.

"Still not funny," you glare at him. "Was it really that surprising that I'm human? Mama Joy said there's humans who live around here anyways. Are you upset that I'm human?"

Thomas hums, "Not upset, I have nothing against humans. My brother Bernard is courting a human and my cousin's fiancé is human as well so I have no problems with humans. I was just, not expecting it?"

"You don't sound so sure of yourself," you roll your eyes.

"I'm not, like I said earlier, I just short circuited. I wasn't sure how to feel about you being human and then when you left I tried to go after you but Leighann chewed into me before she went after you. Rick and Tyler were just as confused but before we could go after you, Mama Joy and her friends called us out and then I saw you crying and I panicked and... I fucked up," Thomas grumbles as he attempts to fix his posture.

You quickly unfold yourself and help him before he hurts himself. His head leans against your shoulder and he relaxes into you.

"Sorry if this is awkward but this is comfortable. Do you mind?" He asks, his voice is strained as he slowly attempts to move off of you.

"It's fine, just try and stop moving around so much," you say but you feel your cheeks warming up from him being this close.

"Leighann probably didn't help. She kinda egged them on. And I didn't help since I didn't say anything," you admit.

"She's your only friend right?" he asks.

"Yeah, we're both from a similar background but she has more of a backbone than I do. Last time her family tried to get her to a party," you stop to giggle. "She uh she put her gown on a pig, set it loose and showed up in boxers and a suit shirt and jacket smoking a cigar."

Thomas starts laughing to the point he's tearing up.

"She's a wild card but she's always had my back, she used to scare the boys away from me every chance she got. The world her and I grew up in sucks because it's not real, it's just some fake ass bullshit," you scoff.

"You're cute when you curse," Thomas giggles.

"I think your fever's getting worse," you roll your eyes.

"By the way, where did you learn first aid like that?" he asks.

You open your mouth to answer but stop before a single word exits. You've been pretty straight forward with him and a lot of the things about your past, childhood and teenage years, have been nothing but upsetting.

You consider everything that had happened to help you hone these skills, all the times at camp, all the training, the years at finishing school, and the dance classes. They were normal, standard, but that doesn't mean sticking a little girl in high heels is right. You have chronic shin splints now because of that.

"Hey, is everything ok?" He asks.

"No...I'm not, I'm not ok. I had to learn first aid, we all did because-because," you start tearing up, shaking as you have a hard time breathing again.

Thomas pushes up and holds you to him with his good arm. He does his best to soothe you until Rick returns with the doctor. Thomas insist that you stay right here with him until you calm down but when the doctor starts to argue Rick stops him.

You cry the entire time during your panic attack, Thomas holding you as the doctor checks and cares for his wounds. Eventually their voices fade little by little and your tears stop as you slowly succumb to sleep.

~~~~

When you wake up, it's bright and sunny and you're in your bed. You have no recollection on how you got there or why you're in cleaner clothes and-

"Good morning princess," Leighann drags herself into your room with two steaming mugs.

"Coffee?" you whimper.

"All dressed up for her highness," Leighann smiles and hands you your mug.

"So you're living in a werewolf town? Kinda went from a hundred to a fucking thousand didn't ya?" She laughs.

You take a sip of the coffee, letting the warmth sink into your bones, "Might not be all too bad. At least I won't be forced into heels anymore."

"But what about," she nods her head to the window, gesturing towards Thomas' house. "Did you two even talk? I mean he and Rick brought you over after Tyler and I got back but you were passed the fuck out. What the hell happened?"

"Not much I guess, I trauma dumped and he apologized," you shrug.

Leighann groans, "Ok, now I see what he was talking about. You really don't care about how you feel. Oh my god..."

You recall yesterday's conversation with Thomas and wince when you remember admitting that you don't really know how to care about yourself or how you feel.

"I might be more fucked than we originally thought Leigh. What am I going to do," you grumble.

Leighann plops onto the bed and kisses the top of your head, "First, we're going to clean ourselves up, eat a decent breakfast and go for some fresh air. After that, we'll make a plan to tackle," she pauses and gestures to you, "all of this."

You giggle, "You just pointed to all of me."

"Well all of you is a hot mess. Now let's drink our coffees, dress up, and go out," Leighann takes a large swig from her mug and flings herself up and out of the room.

As you start to follow suit, you hear a knock. You wait a moment, a minute too long until Leigh is flinging herself right back at your bedroom door.

"Uhh change of plans? Got a certain next door neighbor with a large ass bouquet of flowers at the front door," she gives you a square grin while giving you a quick once over. "Get dressed, I'll wrangled him inside."

You blink, blank out, and curse as you realize that you should probably hurry and actually get dressed. You toss on a simple shirt and shimmy into a pair of pants as quickly as you can before making your grand exit.

Thomas and Leighann are awkwardly quiet when you enter the living room with Leigh glaring daggers at him.

"Uh good morning," you offer to Thomas.

He quickly looks up to you, a sparkle in his eyes before he clamps a hand over his mouth. You look to Leigh who points to her lip and then to you. You touch your face and feel remnants of whip cream there.

You quickly wiped your mouth and glare at Leigh who just shrugs. Thomas clears his throat and stands up, handing you the lovely and fragrant bouquet of flowers.

"I'm really sorry about how yesterday panned out. If possible, I'd like to start over... Maybe give you a tour of the town?" Thomas gives you a nervous yet hopeful grin.

Inhaling deeply, you hold the bouquet close and smile, "I'd like that, that would be nice."

Leighann makes a few noises calling attention to herself, "And I'll just tag along? Third wheeling whatever thi-"

A knock to the door is the only warning anyone gets before Mama Joy and her friends shuffle into the house and start kidnapping Leighann.

"Come now, we need a young thing like you with us today," Linda locks arms with Leigh while Bethany guesses purses and Mama smiles at you.

"Lots to do today, we'll be borrowing this one for a few hours," Mama laughs as the ladies just whisk your best friend away.

You hear them tittering as they slowly exit, leaving you shocked that Leighann didn't put up any sort of fight.

"Well that happened," Thomas laughs.

"Yeah that did," you giggle.

Before you know it, the both of you are laughing and having a hard time stopping.

"What the hell just happened? Why did- I am so confused," you chuckle, coming down from your hysterics.

"These things sort of just happen around here. It keeps everyone on their toes," Thomas grins, the light in his eyes sparkling like the sun on a jar of honey.

"So I should get used to it then?" you ask.

"Only if you're sticking around," he says.

There's some tension then, nothing to do with nerves or anxiety, but excitement. Where else would you go? Would you want to be anywhere else? Would anywhere else do? Would being neighbors with anyone but Thomas do?

Absolutely not.

Sure you both got off on the wrong foot yesterday, but you both sort of shocked the hell out of each other. Other than that though, you both are taking steps to move past that. You want to live here, want to start over here where you feel like you're wanted. Why on earth would you leave?

"Should probably keep a kettle around in case Mama breaks into my house huh?" you smile and watch as Thomas' own smile widens.

The two of you talk yourselves into your kitchen and then out the door where Thomas walks you to his car and opens the door for you. He's as nice and as goofy as you remember him being the first time you met.

You talk about how you want to start over, figure yourself out as he points out the various shops along the way and the details on who owns which. He takes you to a few of his favorite spots, a plant nursery, park, snack shop, and a spice emporium.

He winces a little bit here and there, his arm still healing from when Mama bit him but he laughs it off saying he's had worse from when he and his brothers were younger.

"Oh yeah no my brother Logan and I would scrap it out all the time. He was high energy and I just wanted to fight someone. I was one of those angsty military teen boys back then," Thomas laughs.

You raise a brow, "I cannot see that at all."

"Oh yeah, I even had a clean shave. Not a stubble in sight too," He pulls out his phone and shows you a photo of what you can guess is the teenage versions of him and his brothers.

"Oh my goodness, you looked so mad in this," you chuckle.

"I was a square back then," he shrugs. "But things happened as they tend to do and I wound up here."

You know there's a whole story behind that but you're not one to pry, especially since the both of you are starting over and trying to actually be... be what? Friends?

Friends...

"I think I get that but it took a lot of things to happen for me to finally get here," you add.

Thomas seems a bit relieved, he sighs and starts backing out of the parking lot you two were in. He had just taken you for lunch at the local diner, a cute retro rock and roll sort of place that you've seen in movies.

For a while you both sit in comfortable silence until Thomas pulls off the main road and down a dirt path. He smiles at you and tells you to hold on. The path is bumpy and you grasp at anything stable to keep yourself from being flung about. Thomas laughs as he hits a huge bump which causes the car to rock around. At some point you close your eyes, begging that this ride be done and over with soon.

When the car finally comes to a stop, you hear Thomas apologizing and asking if you're ok. Once you start peeling your eyes open you see what looks like a waterfall. No, it's definitely a waterfall.

"Again, sorry for the rough ride. Though the view's worth it huh?" He smiles and unbuckles himself.

You follow suit and exit the car to get a better view. The waterfall is large, with mist tickling your skin at a decent distance. The whole area smells like rain even with the sun out and the lush greenery feels so out of place having just come from an autumn setting.

"This place is beautiful," you say, still in awe.

"It's our town's hidden treasure. If word got out about it, we'd get hit with so many tourists," Thomas rolls his eyes and looks to you.

Then something in you clicks, a true sense of belonging. You live here now. This place is something only the locals know about and now, you're one of them!

"Thank you," you smile up at him.

"For what?" He raises a brow.

"For everything, for today, and just in general," you answer with a short shrug.

Thomas stretches and gives you sly smile, "You won't be saying that tomorrow, I gotta mow the lawn."

You shove him and laugh, "Oh shut up, you ruining the moment."

"Oh were we having a moment?" He pushes you back.

"I was at least," you shove him again but fall off balance and trip.

Thomas catches you and holds you close against his chest, "I'm glad you decided to move here."

"Oh? Uh I mean yeah, me too," you squeak.

"To be honest, that night when we first met... I regretted not giving you my number. I was kinda pissed off with myself for days," He admits.

"Wait, why?" you ask.

"Because I kept thinking, what if she needs someone to talk to? What if she's in trouble or needs someone to beat someone up for her?" Thomas hugs you then and chuckles. "And then I meet your friend Leighann and I was like 'No, she's good. She's got someone to kick ass for her'."

You laugh because Leighann would so kick ass for you.

"Even so, I still would have called," you blush, feeling... feeling shy over just saying that.

"You would have?" Thomas squeezes you a little, you hear his heart beat speed up just a tad before he peels away from you.

You nod your head before you notice how close Thomas' face is to yours.

"I know this is pretty sudden and maybe a bit too soon for you, but uh.. Would you- would you be interested in maybe.. Um possibly checking out the tea shop's kitchen with me tonight?" He blurts looking slightly red in the face.

"Oh uh sure, maybe after dinner," you agree.

"Great, after dinner," He smiles before going wide eyed and slapping his face. "I still owe you dinner after yesterday!"

"Oh no, it's fine really. You do-"

"No, I made a deal with you. I also like to think of myself as a wolf who keeps his word thank you," he poses all high and mighty with a goofy smile.

"Alright alright, dinner and then the tea shop," you roll your eyes with your own goofy smile.

"Great, sounds like a date," Thomas grins.

[thebearer]

An adult makes a sly comment about Teddy when the family is walking in public (maybe a mall) and Carmen gets so heated he was ready to throw hands but the reader has to stop him.

"We've gotta go get you some new tap shoes, and then Mama needs to go to the makeup store-"

"-Ooh! I wanna go too!" Teddy squealed, hand squeezing yours. "Can I go in with you?"

"If you're being good." You give her a half-hearted stern glare. "If you're being wild and going to touch everything, you have to stay with Daddy."

"I'll be good." Teddy nodded, hands swinging with yours and Carmen's, walking between the two of you.

Carmen grinned, letting her swing and twirl around his hand, even in the aisles of the dance supply store. "Was it Capezio or the Bloch ones..?" You muttered, looking between the two. "Let me just check the text again. Can you hold these?" You asked Carmen, handing him the two boxes.

Teddy still twirled, wide and long down the aisles, Carmen's eyes trained on her. Another dad, maybe a grandfather by how old he was, and his child, around Teddy's age, walked down the aisle.

"Teddy, c'mere." Carmen nodded, the four year old pirouetting down to him. "Stay here, alright?"

"Here, don't move." The other man said to his kid, nodding down for the child to sit on the small bench. "Stay right there, ok? Don't be running around like that kid." He nodded towards Teddy.

You tensed, eyes moving from Teddy- who was completely unbothered- to Carmen. His eyes flashing, grip tightening on the boxes. Carmen wasn't violent, not by nature. Hot headed, protective? Sure, but not violent.

Until someone threatened his family. It had happened once, a guy on the L shoving you when you were pregnant. Carmen had shoved him back, eyes wild and screaming at the guy until he retreated in fear. It was rare, very rare, but Carmen would protect his family.

"The fuck did you just say?" Carmen spat, setting the boxes down gently, brows furrowed already stalking towards the guy.

"Carmen," You hissed, grabbing at his arm, one hand on Teddy.

"No, what did he say? You talkin' about my kid, jagoff?" Carmen challenged.

"Yeah, your kid that you're too lazy to watch. Lettin' her run up and down these aisles while I'm trying to shop." The old man scoffed, glaring at Teddy.

"She wasn't in your way, and even if she was, you don't talk about my kid, alright? I'll knock your fuckin' teeth in, you piece of-" Carmen sneered, teeth grit, fists balled with rage.

"Carmen," You snapped, your tone teetering on the edge of a gasp and a growl. It made Carmen turn, seeing Teddy in your arms, grabbing at your jacket, wide eyed- scared. It made Carmen's stomach turn.

Carmen turned to the other man, tongue running across his teeth menacingly. "You better watch your fuckin' mouth, alright? Talk about my kid or any kid again, and I'll beat your fuckin' skull in." Carmen spat, turning and grabbing Teddy's coat and your hand.

"What is the matter with you?" You hiss, holding Teddy close to your chest, trying to quiet her little cries. She was scared, of course she was.

Carmen's eyes cut down to her, softening at the watery eyed look she gave him. "You heard him." Carmen snapped, nerves still grated and furious. He took a deep breath, hand running down his face to calm himself.

"Look, he's not talkin' about my kid, alright? She wasn't doin' anything- Teddy, you weren't doing anything." Carmen cooed, running a hand down her soft curls. "That guy was just an ass-"

"-Carmen-"

"-a poop head." Carmen muttered. "You don't let anyone talk mean to you like that, ok? You tell Daddy if they do."

Teddy was nodded slowly, a little confused, but less concerned now that she knew she wasn't in trouble.

"I think the store across town will have better stuff anyways." You try to change the subject, at least in front of Teddy for now. "And there's a Target. Daddy should take us there, shouldn't he?" You ask, brow raised in challenge more so than question when you looked at Carmen.

Carmen agreed, of course he did. He didn't complain when you ordered Teddy a cake pop, or when you'd slip another useless decoration in the basket. He kept his hand on you the whole time, possessive- grounding. You knew he needed to feel you, calm himself that way, so you let him.

[bloodyfries]

Epic songs that fit Svsss characters/moments

Epic and scum villain are currently my favorite fandoms (not counting tgcf) so I wanted to make this list. Also please give me any epic x svsss fics or art, I'd greatly appreciate it (I've already read the suffering fic)!!!

Just a man: This was actually what inspired this list and the idea for an animation won't leave my head. This is Shen Qingqiu during the abyss scene. This is him trying to rationalize pushing Luo Binghe. The whole first half of the song is him saying how he couldn’t possibly do it. You'd replace "Deep down I'd trade the world to see my son and wife" with "Deep down I'd trade almost anything to save you from this fate" (yes ik it doesn't sound good or rhyme but I'm terrible at anything music based or poem based). The silent beat between "I'm just a man" and the "but when dose a comet become a meteor" is the system reminded him of how many points he'll lose (and maybe how many he has), so he get that final push to turn his sword onto Luo Binghe.

Luck runs out: OK, this one is not even close to cannon but I'd love if this happened even if it's slightly occ. Also this isn't nearly as long as just a man bc that one actually has been haunting my brain like Christmas in October. I can see this is moment between Shen Qingqiu escaping the water prison and self destructing where somehow Shen Qingqiu runs into Shang Qinghua. I think that it would be more likely to happen if they were a bit closer and if Shang Qinghua wasn't fully sure that the mushroom bodies would be ok. I think it could sort of be Shang Qinghua trying to get Shen Qingqiu to flee the city (this gets shut down either by Shen Qingqiu telling him about the blood mites or Luo Binghe almost having qi deviation)

Wouldn't you like: Doing time jumps because I'm going in Epic order. This is literally just some sort of knowledge person rewarding Luo Binghe for helping them. So they tell him about Xin Mo and how all of his enemies (or monsters), that will kill him if he doesn't become stronger, will be easily defeated with Xin Mo

There are other ways: A woman who was supposed to be a wife trying to get out of a lost fight. Of course Luo Binghe doesn't care so instead she gives him information about a prophet that can help him escape in exchange for mercy.

No longer you: I would talk about this but there are already at least three animations on YouTube on this, they're both so good. [animation 1] [animation 2] [animation 3]

Monster: Luo Binghe finally "snapping" or coming to terms with his blackening (in the abyss)

Suffering: Sirens that were either a wife plot or wives themselves originally, probably both. Luo Binghe trying to get info out of a siren that looks like his beloved shizun, thats it. There is also a really cool animation of this on YouTube. [Animation]

Legendary: this on is only being added because the same creator at the suffering did one if legendary and it opened my eyes. It's pretty much white lotus Binghe talking about wanting to be great then cutting to black lotus (during the five years) wishing for his shizun back. [Animation]

Little wolf: Kind of a stretch but Meng Mo training a young Luo Binghe. This would not be a real fight but old fights that Luo Binghe lost and is reliving in his dreams to see what he did wrong. The only problem would be hurting the mind by hurting someone in a dream. Alternatively: Shen Qingqiu silently cheering on Luo Binghe during his "fight" with Ming Fan. Quick thought would just be the leaves being shot

Not sorry for loving you: I already made a post about this and as you can see by the dwindling lengths of these descriptions, I'm getting really lazy (plus it's late) so just read the post please. [Post]

I can't help but wonder: This just feels like something post cannon where BingQiu finally talk about everything. Luo Binghe probably says something about how he's a monster and has done terrible things and Shen Qingqiu is practically offended that Luo Binghe would suggest that Shen Qingqiu wouldn't love him because of that

This post was too ambitious for one sitting, especially this late but I did it. I might add more when my thoughts are more coherent and I'm not just throwing the pink slab of meat in my skull into the post

[eroslove88]

"She only wanted to lie beside him"

Pairing: Yan. Kenma x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Stalking, kidnapping, bondage, noncon touching and noncon implied

Note: WOAH!!! I POST 2 TIMES IN A WEEK. WILD!!! Uhm yeah, this is a guilty pleasure fic.

Turning on your computer you feel a bit... dumb? It feels useless to even message him- but yet here you are. Kenma messaged you, and that's not out of the ordinary. Actually it's pretty normal, it's been normal for like 6-7 months.

You got close to him because he was in a server with a mutual friend. He goes to your high school and growing up the most you said to him was something about project years ago. Senior year- you thought that this would be the year where you'd come out of your shell but that never happened. Anxiety crashed that thought early on. When you got on a daily routine of texting Kenma you thought he'd actually want to befriend you, but that's not what happened. Long late night conversations and not a word said to each other in real life. It doesn't help that you two walk the same way home either...

Maybe you wouldn't have cared so much if you didn't have a small crush on him.

'hey did we hv hw' your computer gets a notification, Kenma. You sigh and type back, 'Yeah, the insert for this lesson.' you see that he's typing but he stops and doesn't respond until about 5 minutes later- despite being online. '👍' you couldn't help but roll your eyes and just sigh.

None the less he was an ok dude, he had offered to gift you things, games & chocolates- all of which you declined. You didn't want to feel materialistic and greedy.

'do you wanna play gungeon' you put your jacket on and replied quickly, 'Sorry, I'm going for a walk. I can play in an hour though!' you patiently waited and he replied quickly. 'k' huffing you closed your laptop, charging it before you left.

During the winter, the sun went down faster than usual. So around 7ish the streets were empty for walkers except for the occasional dog walkers.

The sound of quiet foot steps penetrated your mind. Snapping your head around you're faced with empty streets, probably paranoia you thought. You turned your music up walking down your usual route.

Even with the music playing you couldn't help but hear footsteps everywhere. You weren't so far from the park... just 3 more blocks.

The feeling of being watched burns your neck, you really should've turned around. Pounding footsteps come running towards you but you were too late. Your screams were demoted to tiny whimpers as you weakly try grasping the needle in your neck.

You were freezing, your arms and legs were duct taped together. It was a pretty lazy job, but whatever kind of tape it was was pretty fucking strong. Your vision was blurred with tears and you whimper into your gag and curled into yourself seeming to have missed the boy sitting at the desk across the room.

It wasn't until you heard the creaking of the chair and light footsteps that you felt panic. Your eyes remained closed even when he was right by your face.

The bed dipped down, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you" a small crying noise comes out from your gag as you try to beg him to stay away. He shushed you coming closer but all you could do was shake your head and try to move away, "Hey, it's ok" he spoke to you like a stray kitten as he slowly approached your trembling body, "Sh... It's only me" you knew that. But that didn't stop you from squirming in his arm as you tried pushing him away. He tisked at your pitiful attempt, " 'm really sorry for not approaching you" he mumbles kissing your head. "I knew you were lonely..." he chuckles, "But that honestly made things even easier" he let's you go and stands up. "I've been waiting a while to do this you know" he pulls out a black box. He opened it and paused "I've always been curious to see how your pretty face would look with a full pussy" he pulls out 3 big dildos, "and ass" he smirks pulling out a condom. "2 v. 2?"

[schildpadkneus]

Since there is a lot of misinformation when it comes to the "incident" that got Joost Klein disqualified I figured I'd put a post out with information from actual news outlets and not speculations from social media users.

If you are too lazy to read everything, here's a summary of everything I've been able to find:

After his performance in the semi finale, Joost was filmed despite agreements he wouldn't be.

The camera woman did not listen when he asked her to stop several times.

Joost got angry and made the camera woman in question feel so threatened the police was called on Joost.

Despite what fans think, it was confirmed by Dutch commentator Cornald Maas that the Israeli act and their delegation were not involved. I understand the frustration with their participation and I ranted about their disgusting behaviour at Eurovision here, but they were not involved with this incident.

He did not hit or even touch the woman involved.

Nor did she make any remarks about his parents.

STOP SPREADING MISINFORMATION.

Continue to read for more details.

Edited only for later addition (as indicated) and slightly changed the wording because I was rambling in the initial post.

According to Avrotros (the Dutch broadcaster of Eurovision), Joost had made a threatening motion towards the woman.

According to the Swedish Aftonbladet, multiple witnesses say he behaved very aggressively and damaged/broke(?) the camera.

The rest of this will be speculating. Hopefully as unbiased as possible.

Based on other interviews and discussions about the incident in Dutch media, it sounds like Joost was probably just very overwhelmed. It is reasonable to think the artists are under a lot of pressure to perform well, and it's fair to conclude the controversy of Israel's participation has only added to artists' frustration and the pressure. Add the whole aspect of this being Joost's childhood dream and the passing of his parents and the fact he had already complained about the many many rules of eurovision and you get this explosion of emotions and frustrations. Apparently he also gets very emotional during the outro, and I imagine such a performance does come with loads of adrenaline.

Considering that nice little cocktail of stress, frustrations, emotions and adrenaline, it is likely he just snapped. He was already on the edge, and then the employee filmed him when he didn't want to be filmed and didn't back off when he asked her to, so he did something stupid and irrational.

That is a human response, I don't think he's a bad person for that, I just think he did something stupid in the heat of the moment. If it was something really bad he would've been arrested and locked up, so I'm willing to give him the benefit of the doubt. That does not mean he should go unpunished, however.

Whatever he did, he made this photographer/camera woman (sources alternate between which one it was) feel so threatened the police got involved. I trust this judgement.

Don't get me wrong, I do think she should have stopped filming when she was asked, but we don't know the full story here. She could have misunderstood the situation, maybe she was unaware of the agreement she should not have been filming him, maybe it was just a stupid mistake.

Regardless of what truly happened, I hope we can all agree both were in the wrong but both have also been punished enough now.

The employee in question should not have been filming in the first place and stopped when asked.

Joost should not have done whatever it was he did.

For the love of god, please stop meddling in situations we know virtually nothing about and definitely stop taking sides. It is never ok to wish horrible things upon anyone.

We don't know what happened and chances are we will never fully know. We don't even know any of these people, we don't know what they are like, we only have little bits and pieces.

I also really want to know but it's not that difficult to just shut up and not say anything in favour of or against anyone until we have more details. You can condemn people for their actions but not when we don't even know what those actions were.

They both should have been punished and they both were.

A bunch of you should have been punished for the vile things I've seen you spout about Joost or this poor woman.

Basic fucking decency and common sense is not that difficult.

Later addition: (I've calmed down a bit)

I posted this about an hour ago but I want to add I do support Joost and feel bad for him but if it is true he punched and broke a camera it disqualification was not an unreasonable punishment. The awful rumours were just an unnecessary kick in the stomach.

If it turns out he did not damage the camera I will happily eat my words.

It is a pity he did not perform in the grand finale considering the huge potential it had but we can't excuse that behaviour. I hope he learns from this situation enough to prevent himself from getting in more trouble.

This does not mean I support the ebu btw <3 fuck the ebu

[creator-ammy-tdm]

Day 4: Impaled.

Basically a redraw from that one scene in ep 6 where the white pumpkin stabs Lizzie from behind, a lot of people pointed out how it sounded more like her spine broke or her neck got snapped but since we never really saw it clearly it was never really sure on what The White Pumpkin did to her exactly, I always thought she got impaled so yknow, I drew this

OG:

(yes, I know, I'm 2 days late, my lazy ass just doesn't want to draw ok?? 😭)

[iwantacoolusernameman]

hi!!! request hehe so as i’ve only seen you write for akaashi it’s only fair i request akaashi LMAO so can i request a hurt to comfort where reader is stressed w uni and kind of lashes out on akaashi but he knows it’s bc of stress and tries to calm reader n js comfort reader n maybe help them w like an essay?? thank you in advance i LOVE your writing !!!! <3

OK THIS TOOK AGES (i had my reasons 😔☝️) BUT I FINALLY WROTE IT!

(Also it's pretty short, hope that's ok 🫡)

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Of course you knew that waiting for the last day before the deadline to turn in your essay was gonna stress you out to your bones, but when one was in a slump, procrastination was simply unavoidable. And of course you also knew that your lovely boyfriend Keiji had only had good intentions when he came over unanounced that day because it just had been too long since he could make time for you; the young man burried under his own uni workload. And how was he to know you were being crushed under a mountain of stress when you were guilty of pushing people away when things got overwhelming? Yes, that certainly included him as well. Put on the everything is fine mask and keep up the act until your issues were resolved, that's the way you are and always have been. Only it did come with a price. At first Keiji didn't think much of your constant sighing, thinking you must be tired, and understandably so. And you think you're doing such a good job too, playing your little game of pretend, unaware that he's slowly but surely started seeing the cracks in your mask with every subconscious sigh that comes out of you. He wants to ask you what's wrong but something in him also knows you'll just pretend to be fine. And that's exactly what you do when he does ask you, without an ounce of guilt for the obvious lie leaving your lips. He doesn't buy it, of course he doesn't, and if it were anyone else he would've dropped the topic but you're not anyone, you're someone he promised to be there for no matter what and he's starting to get restless, obviously affected by the stress you're still sturbbornly trying to hide.

"You've been kind of absent today," he notes, trying to sound casual, aware that in your current state any statement could be a landmine and God does he read you like an open book on his coffee table. You snap.

"Well, I'm sorry! Maybe just fucking let me know next time you come over!" Your tone is sharp and dripping with irony and you feel the guilt immeditaly settling in your guts. Momentarily he looks a bit taken aback, clearly not having expected you would snap this quickly and it does nothing to helping your guilt, but he's quick to regains his composure again.

"Shit, I didn't mean that," you scramble together an apology, a crack in your voice and tears starting to well up in your eyes. "Keiji, sorry. I take it back. I didn't mean that."

Once the initial surprise to your sharpness is settled he knows immediatly what's going on and carefully reaches for your hand, as if he wanted to make sure touching you wouldn't make you escalate even worse than before but his understanding touch was already starting to soothe your nerves. Once he realizes that, he lets himself hold your hand more firmly.

"Hey," he starts calmly, looking into your eyes. "Tell me what's really going on and we'll work it out together."

You hesitate. Of course you do. There are so many reasons to not tell him. Like what if he thought you were lazy for not having started sooner? What if he would silently judge you? Worse, what if he thought you were stupid, not quite understanding the material? You didn't want him to think any of those things about you, no matter how stupid it suddenly sounded you would even think those things when you imagined yourself saying them out loud. But would he really think that way? Or was it your own self doubt? Well, those unkind thoughts certainly weren't helping your stress levels come down either, you knew that much at least. But something did seem to help and it was the way he was so patiently and quietly giving you the time you needed to collect yourself and your thoughts even if it looked like you were ignoring his questions. But he knew you weren't ignoring him so he kept on waiting for you until you realized how silly it was of you to expect Keiji of all people to judge you.

"I'm just a bit stressed because of uni," you finally mumble, your gaze casting downward. "My essay is due by tomorrow and I barely started. I don't know why I procrastinated so much, I'm so behind and I'm sorry I snapped at you, I didn't mean it. Really."

He nods understandingly when you're done explaining yourself, the feeling of stress completely paralysing you not a stranger to him either. His silent acceptance leaves you in awe for a moment as you feel your body starting to relax.

"Do you want me to help you?" He asks, still holding your gaze as you look up at him with a bit of uncertainty hiding behind your eyes.

"Would you?"

"I wouldn't have asked otherwise," he reassures you with a faint smile on his face.

You silently nod at his request, still feeling a bit sorry for the way you snapped at him earlir but more than that, feeling beyond grateful for the way he has your back like he promised he would.

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

A what if au I LITERALLY just came up with.

Charlie sighs as she hangs up on her mom. The interview didn't go too well for the Happy Hotel and now she was feeling down. She went back inside and out her head against the door when she heard a knock. Curious she opened it to see a stork mail carrier and a Big box.

" to Princess Charlotte Morningstar, From Mommy dearest". The stork said giving Charlie the box. " Umm thanks mister". The stork saluted then left. Charlie drug the box inside. A soft whimper could be heard inside. Vaggie and Angel came in the lobby.

" What's in there hon"? Vaggie asked. " I'm not sure". Charlie said. " Well ain't ya gonna open it". Angel inquired. Charlie nods and opens the box. Inside the box was a cage. The others gasped at what was inside the cage. A shaking fawn who looked no older than 5 or 6. He was curled up in a ball and had a bell collar. The poor thing was covered in cuts and bruises.

" Aw the poor thing"! Charlie exclaims sadly. She opens the cage and goes to reach in but Angel stops her and just in time as the fawn snapped at her. " Charlie No this kid been through some obvious abuse. You don't just wanna approach him like that". He said. He looked in the fawns eyes and spoke softly. Surprising Vaggie and Charlie both. " Hey little guy, hey it's going to be ok. No one is going to hurt you here. I promise". Angel slowly put his hand inside. Curious the fawn sniffed it before giving it an affectionate lick. " Aw your cute kid". Angel said. Slowly the fawn came out.

Vaggie stares " so does he have a name or"? She asks. " Wait I got something"! Charlie exclaims. " It's a note from mom. She says hope you enjoy your new Pet Alastor". At the mention of his name the fawn bleated happily. " Oh is that your name sweetie". Charlie asked. Alastor bleated again his tail wagging slightly. " Uh cute name ". Angel complimented. Alastor beamed. Charlie continues to read to note " It's said she trained him for seven years to be a good pet". Charlie sighs she knew all too well the training that her mother does can hurt someone. " Poor guy".

Vaggie was frowning though. " What did you say his name was again"? She asked. The fawn demon couldn't be who she thought he was. " Oh umm Alastor why"? Charlie asked. Vaggies eyes widen. " Do you not know who that is"?! The others shrug. " He's the radio demon, one of the most powerful figures in hell". The others frog blinked. " Ugh you guys been here longer than me".

Angel shrugs " eh not big on politics". Vaggie groans " ugh decades ago, Alastor manifested in hell seemingly overnight, no raw power had ever been harnaced by a sinner before. He used to broadcast his torture on the radio. Sinners started calling him the radio demon as lazy as that sounds. We don't know what evil he could anillatie and-" Vaggie gets interrupted by Angel. " Ya done, kid looks like the hell's version of Bambi". They turned to see Charlie blowing bubbles and the fawn running around bleating trying to catch them all. " Well I'm not sure we should trust him or this situation". Vaggie said. " Uh to be fair do you trust any man men"? Angel asked.

Vaggie gets up" Charlie just be careful please, he isn't just a cute face he is really dangerous". She warned. Charlie sighs" I'll be fine Vaggie besides look at him does he really scream dangerous to you". Vaggie looked at the fawn who was still popping bubbles and smiling. " Ha ok hon you know what you are doing but we are still going to need some help with the hotel and stuff".

In cue Alastor walked up to Vaggie and gives her a note. " Nifty and Husk are his caretakers? ( Still trying to figure that out guys) you can call them using this spell " come Nifty Come Husk come as in command you". Suddenly the room warped and a tiny bug demon girl and Cat male appeared. " WHAT THE FUCK"! the cat said. " Who summoned me. I was about to win the whole pot". He freezes seeing Alastor ". Alastor what the fuck happened to you"? He asked last time he saw Alastor he was an adult. Not a five year old child. Charlie raised her hand" hey hi I'm princess Charlie".

" Husk yeah nice to meet you why is Alastor a child and why is he naked "! Husk exclaimed. They all stared and Charlie facepalmed herself" OML guys he needs clothes Vaggie go get something ". But before Vaggie could leave Angel yells out " I got it don't worry ". Vaggie eyes widened. " Angel please don't give this kid ANY of your clothes ". Angel peeks out of his room. " Why what's wrong with my clothes"? He asked. " Umm there innaproatie ". Vaggie said. Angel rolled his eyes and comes back with a cute Pink sweatshirt that has a strawberry on it and a Red skirt. " True but this should be big enough for the little tyke". He helps Alastor in his new garment the boy bleats out a bit but wiggles In just fine. Charlie gushes " Aww your so cute". Alastor beams then goes to his cage to get a microphone stick. " Is that yours "? She asked. He nods.

Husk clears his throat. " Anyway I'm husk and the one cleaning everything is Nifty". In cue Nifty ran everywhere " Nope, nope nope , Why are all of you women". She asked. Husk shook his head. " So any reason you summoned us princess"? He asked. " Oh right well we need some help at his Hotel it's to rehabilitation sinners to go heaven". She said exited. " Ok look if I'm going to help you on the bullshit". ( Charlie wasn't amused at this) " Then I'm going to be paid. Let me run a bar and get some cheap booze and I'll help you nifty too". Husk said. Charlie frowned she didn't want anyone drinking especially in front of a child. Regardless if that child was once an adult. But before she could say no Angel beat her to the punch. " OH LUCIFER YES ITS A DEAL". Husk shrugs blushing slightly. " Ok then Alastor could you use your cane and make a bar". The boy tilts his head and bleats in confusion.

Husk sighs and takes the microphone before making a bar for the hotel. " By the way kid why aren't you talking. You used to jack my ears off last time I remember"? The fawn thinks before writing a not and giving it to husk. " Well what does it say". Charlie asked. " He says you didn't give him permission to talk". Husk says. Charlie " oh no little one you can talk if you want to". Alastor beams. " Yay". He says. Husk frowns " so what is up with you kid". Alastor shrugs. " I don't know really, Who are you again"? Husk eyes widen. " Wait you don't remember me"? Alastor shakes his head. Vaggie grew a bit concerned. " Do you remember anything"? Another shake. " I just remember my previous master Lillith and living with her for seven years but before that my mind is blank".

The others were in shock. Alastor had no memories of his past. Suddenly Vaggie and husk felt bad for yelling (or talking about) the kid. Nifty runs up. " Well we remember you. Your going to be fine". She said. She runs off and starts cleaning again. " Uh thanks ma'am". He says blushing. " Nifty if you please". She says. Charlie smiles. " Well why don't we introduce ourselves properly, I'm Charlie, that's my girlfriend Vaggie, our first official guest Angel dust, Husk and nifty".

Alastor curtsies " and I'm Alastor pleased to meet you". Charlie smiles. " It's very nice to meet you to". The boy beams. Suddenly the hotel door was broken up and a snake figure appears the others run out. " We meet yet again Alastor"? Sir pentios asked confused. Then he started laughing. " Oh my this is hilarious your a little shrimp". He continues to laugh. The fawn eyes narrow and time everyone surprise he snaps his fingers and a bunch of shadows appear destroyed the blimp. The boy claps his hands. " Wow Lillith was right my powers are awesome now I'm hungry I don't know why but I want some JUMBALUYA ". He giggles ignoring their faces of pure shock. The boy was powerful. Charlie recover quickly though and follow him inside. The boy used his magic to change the sign to Hazbin hotel.

" the game is set now stay tuned".

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I KNOW THIS IS THE DUMBEST THING EVER RIGHT 😭😭😭

[mk-wizard]

Transformers Prime Excerpts: Obsoletion is a part of life Part 3 (Final)

Part 1...

Part 2...

At Knockout's workshop and salon, Ratchet was duped into being taken to get cleaned up...

Ratchet: Don't come any closer! Anything you touch me with you don't get back! *he threatens while holding the saw* Optimus: Ratchet, put that down please. Even now, I am compassionate to your situation, but this has gone too far. You need to allow yourself to let go of what is gone for health reasons at least. Your shedded pieces of armor are rusting and... well... Knockout: They stink! So let's take them off along with anything else that is ready to come off and get you cleaned up. Ratchet: NO!! It's MY body! Breakdown: Buddy, that's the whole point. Those pieces aren't a part of your body anymore. That's why they're dead and falling off. For Primus' sake, you look like a mummy especially with all that tape all over you. Ratchet: I don't care! I'll decide when I'm ready to let go! Not you, not any Prime or anyone! Knockout: Sigh... This is going to take a while. Optimus: I will leave him here in your care. Ratchet, please let the mechs clean you up. Ratchet: No! Optimus, don't leave me! NO!! *watches him leave* Don't touch me! Breakdown:... Where's the EMP generator? Knockout: Breakdown, be careful with that thing! It's sensitive. Breakdown: It's ok, KO. I'll be fine *rummages through the stuff* Where is it? No... no... Oh, I'm so dumb. It's up there on the shelf. Let me get it *reaches* Knockout: Oh, for goodness sake, just use the stepladder, you lazy lug. Breakdown: I can reach it. Really. Unngh! Unngh! Almost got it! *he reaches for it while standing on his toes and hanging onto the shelf* Knockout: *hears something and gets a bad feeling* Breakdown!

The shelf breakdown was hanging onto snaps and it falls on him with the equipment falling everywhere...

Breakdown: Ow... Huh? *the EMP generator has fallen right beside him and has activated, then blasts him extremely hard in the chest* Knockout: BREAKDOWN!! *he shuts off the machine and checks on him* Breakdown! Breakdown! Speak to me! *Ratchet helps get the shelf off of him* Breakdown, please talk to me! Ratchet: Stop panicking and check him the right way! *Ratchet puts his finger on Breakdown's neck and then listens on is neck and chest*... !! His breathing has stopped and so has his spark. Knockout: WHAT?!! Ratchet: Get your AED here now! Knockout: AED... AED... *looks through the fallen equipment* IT'S BROKEN!! Oh noooo!! Ratchet: *slaps Knockout while removing Breakdown's chest plate* Stop panicking! You're a doctor! Act like one! Call up for help! *breathes two breaths into Breakdown's mouth and starts doing chest compressions* 1, 2, 3, 4... Knockout: A-Alright *wipes his tears and makes the call* Cyclonus, Breakdown's had an accident in our home. I don't know the extent of his injuries, but he's not breathing and his spark has stopped.... No, I couldn't. My AED is broken, but Ratchet's doing something else instead. I don't know what it is. Ratchet: CPR! You should learn how to do it too! *resumes doing it* Knockout: Uh CPR. He's doing CPR! Ratchet: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5- Breakdown: *coughs and wheezes before taking a deep breath and the window to his spark chamber lights up*... I found the EMP generator. Knockout: *tears up while smiling* Breakdown, you idiot... *puts his forehead against his* Next time, use the damn step ladder! Oh, Ratchet, I owe you a full blown makeover. You saved my beloved while all I could do was panic and you did it without fancy equipment. Ratchet:... Yeah. I did. Just promise me you'll learn CPR yourself. You can't solely rely on equipment because as you just saw, stuff happens. What you need most of all as a doctor is good use of your hands and your head.... *takes in what he just said and looks at his chevron piece hanging by the tape before taking it and throwing it over his shoulder smirking* Breakdown: I could use that right now....

Later that day, Breakdown has his arm in a cast and is able to go home...

Cyclonus: It's so easy to forget the gravity of an accident at home can be. Lifeline: It's a shame Ratchet never got a chance to get cleaned up. Where is he anyway? Raf: I think he's still in his workshop. Ratchet: I'm right here *he walks in now only in his proto-armor which is very minimalist and lightweight, but he is still red and white* Just took a load off my chest. Literally. Jack: Ratchet??? Is that you? Raf: Wow, we can see your eyebrows now. Miko: You look... almost naked. Ratchet: I do? Do you at least like what you see? Miko: I think someone does *gestures to Lifeline* Lifeline: *is blushing* Ratchet: Lifeline, we need to talk *he pulls her aside into another room* You're right. What I said earlier was horrible and I was acting like a fool. Neither one of us is useless just because we have undergone obsoletion. Both of us are still good at what we do. In fact, you're great at what you do, Lifeline. We don't need to transform or use fancy features. All you need are these *shows his now white hands* and this *points to his head* And... I promise to use this *points to his head again* before I open my big mouth from now on. I really am sorry. Lifeline: Ratchet... *she chuckles* You actually apologized to me, complimented me and admitted you did wrong. What next? Are you going to consider my homeopathic treatments. Ratchet: Don't push it >> *as he walks, she notices that he still has the chevron on* Lifeline: Oh, Ratchet, you missed a spot *she grabs it off smiling mischeiviously* Ratchet: Hey! *covers his 'bald spot' glaring while trying to grab it from her* Give it back! Lifeline: I don't know... it may hinder your ability to age gracefully *she teases him* Ratchet: Give me the chevron back, witch! *he chases her thoughout the base* Give it back, Lifeline! Give it back right now or so help you! GIVE IT BACK!! LIFELIIIIIIIIIIINE, I NEED THAAAAAAAAAT!! Bulkhead: *rolls his eyes as he plays video games with Miko* Oh, get a chatroom, you two. THE END

[sp4ceboo]

Cyar'ika: Din Djarin x Reader

A/N: wrote this when i was younger but i still kinda like it so excuse the cheese (i know the text dividers are off centre ok dont come for me)

Warnings: blood, injuries, fever, angsty, i think there's swearing, massive cheesiness at the end and tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: <2500

You've known Mando - Din, since you two were children, playing at the ankles of the other, older, Mandalorians. You two grew up together, trained with each other, told each other your names at hardly a blink of an eye, swore yourselves to the Creed on the same day. After that, you two did go your separate ways, him joining the Guild as a bounty hunter, you deciding to do the same job, except you didn't work for the Guild. Because of this, you two didn't see each other often, but that's fine because you made time for each other. Din's probably the only person you trust. And him, well, he definitely trusts you. If he didn't, you two wouldn't be friends. You're the only person he goes out of his way to meet up with for company, and nothing else.

So hopefully he won't mind that you just managed to break into his ship so you could get somewhere where the beskar won't be ripped off your body by people taking advantage of your current state. Or that despite both your hands pressed into the wound, you're bleeding all over the floor from the wound that you recieved after being a little bit too lazy on a hunt. Or that smear of gore left behind you when you dragged yourself up the cargo ramp. Or the fact that you could very well steal the child from where he's sleeping peacefully in the cot to your right.

You know he'll see the scuff marks and prints in the dust around his ship, so you aren't surprised when he climbs up the ramp with his blaster raised and ready.

'Hands up,' he says in that cool, measured voice that you love, despite the crackle of static that masks it almost fully. Your heart aches, because it reminds you that you'll never see him with his helmet off, unless he... No, he'd never. To Din, you're a friend. Nothing else.

'I - I don't think I can put my hands up,' you gasp out. 'Unless you want my guts on your floor.' 'Stars, Y/N,' he mutters, and you grin weakly under your helmet, which turns to a grimace as he scoops you up, careful not to jar your gloved hands where they're pressed against your side. 'G - guess I should h - have listened to you when we were y - ounger and you t - told me I had to be more careful,' you grit out.

'Shut up,' he mutters, setting you down carefully on his cot and moving lightning fast from crate to crate, rummaging through them, cursing under his breath, the closest to panic you've ever seen. Eventually, he growls a long string of Outer Rim expletives since all he has is a needle and thread. Your eyes droop, and somehow he must know, because he practically slaps you across the helmet, the jolt making your eyes snap back open, a whimper falling from your lips, your hands weakening as they press into your wound, keeping the blood in.

'Stay awake,' he pleads. 'I'm sorry, I don't have any - any bacta. I've got to stitch you up before I leave to get any. I'm going to have to t - take this off, okay?'

'Don't - don't let me die, Din,' you pant, and you could swear you hear a choked sob as he yanks his gloves off; his warm, steady hands start ripping away your breastplate, then your undershirt, and you can't help but notice the way his calluses scrape against the scar marred skin of your stomach. You focus on the feel of it, jaw clenched, trying to blot out the pain.

'Oh Maker,' he gulps, surveying your wound, and you don't dare look, just fix your eyes on his visor, right where you know his eyes are. He threads the needle, cursing his clumsiness, and suddenly 

Blinding pain. Throbbing through your stomach, bright shafts of agony, and you swallow your scream, hands fisting in Din's sheets. You hear yourself gasping his name, but he doesn't, won't stop, apologizing again and again as he sews you back up, and dimly, your voice begs him to distract you, and then there's that soft baritone, masked by the vocoder, yet still there, still human, and you fall silent, focusing on his voice, anything but the pain, and he's whispering things you hear but don't understand, his voice engulfing you - and then it stops. The pain reduces, and the muscles you unknowingly tensed relax.

'What?' You slur. 'I'm finished. Go to sleep, cyar'ika.'

Your brain registers the last word more than the others. Sweetheart, in Mando'a. He just - Din just called you... The rest of your brain deciphers the former part of his sentence, and your eyelids slam shut.

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You wake up shivering. Din's crouched by the cot, one hand on the skin of your neck since he can't exactly touch your forehead. You giggle deliriously at the thought of taking off your helmet in front of him, and he cocks his head.

'Y/N?' He asks softly, and you become aware that the shirt on you is far too big and definitely smells like him. Underneath is some gauze over your stitches, and you can tell that he's already applied the bacta. 'This your shirt?' You slur, even though it's pretty obvious. Din turns his helmet away, and you feel his gaze move off you. 'I got the bacta too late,' he says, voice heavy with worry. 'You've got a fever.'

'Cold,' you mumble, and suddenly, he looks so warm, so inviting, and some weird part of your memory remembers Din's basically a furnace. You wrap your fingers around his wrist, yanking him towards you. No way he's caught by surprise, Din doesn't do surprised, so he must let you drag him closer so you can bury your face into the fabric of his cape, feeling the heat of his body radiating through the cloth. Happily, you sigh, one hand crawling over his shoulder to start undoing his breastplate.

'Y/N,' he chokes out as you chuck it over his shoulder and meld yourself into his chest, absorbing his warmth. 'Why are you calling me my name now? You called me cyar'ika before,' you whine, not really aware that you're speaking out loud. He freezes, then his hand cups the back of your neck and  pulls you close, stroking your hair. 'Go to sleep,' he soothes, but his voice shakes a little. 'But - ' 'I'll - I'll explain to you later,' he mutters, and touches his forehead to yours. 'Keldabe kiss,' you mumble, and he nods. 'Yeah. Sleep now.' He pauses. 'Cyar'ika.'

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You stand under the shower head in the 'fresher, wishing the hot water pummeling your skin could wash away all your worries.

You didn't actually believe it was possible to avoid Din on a ship as small as the Razor Crest until... well, until you proved yourself wrong by doing exactly that. And Din was probably doing the same, so whenever you two do pass by each other, there's a thick silence that is only punctuated by the child's coos - probably of confusion, since the two bucket headed humans which he's always seen together are now doing all they can to stay away from each other.

To be honest, you're running out of excuses to escape to a room where Din isn't. You're almost healed now, fever broken a day ago, wound near gone, thanks to the bacta Din left out for you since he's definitely not going to smear it on while you two are acting like the other doesn't exist. The wound still hurts a bit, and you know it's going to be hard to take out the stitches without help, but you'll risk pretty much anything to avoid having to talk out your whiny clinginess during the fever with Din.

You know it's going to happen eventually; one of you is going to break and blurt something out, and you're determined not to be the first, because you have no idea what the outcome will be. And because you're scared - scared that if you stop acting like nothing happened, Din will reveal that he doesn't like you like you like him and the friendship, the trust that you two had built, will all crumble to nothing but memories.

So you stay silent. And you linger in the rooms where Din is not as much as possible. Reaching to the side, you switch off the water, as usual, so Din gets some hot water too, but unlike normally, you sit down in the shower with your back to the tiles, letting the steam warm you until it gets too cold to procrastinate any longer and you're forced to dry yourself off and throw on some clothes. Just before you leave, you lift up your shirt and look at the stitches - the stitches Din made - and look at them. If they stay in any longer, they're likely to get infected. You know that you can't reach them at a good angle, and you risk injuring yourself if you take them out by yourself, but it's not like you can do anything else. Dropping the shirt hem, you slip on your helmet and unlock the 'fresher door and walk slap bang into Din.

'Sorry,' you both mutter at the same time. You move to edge around him, but he doesn't budge, or refuses to budge, so you have to stand there, in front of him, waiting for him. 'Your stitches need to be removed soon,' he says. 'Yeah,' you nod. It's torture, standing there, so close together yet so far apart. 'I should take them out.'

You press your lips together, needing to get past, to run from him. Suddenly, you burst out in a frustrated barrage of words. 'Stars, are you just going to stand there all day? What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do, Mando?' He takes a step back. You haven't called him Mando in private since you told each other your names, years ago. 'Y/N?' 'Why haven't you kicked me out of your ship yet?' You snap, knowing you've gone too far but not able to help it. 'It's obvious you don't want to look at me let alone get my stitches out so why don't you just chuck me out through the hatch and let me go be miserable somewhere else?' 'I wouldn't - I don't - ' 'Yeah, sure,' you say bitterly. 'Of course you'll get my stitches out, of course you wouldn't chuck me out the hatch, of course I'm someone you want here, of course you... of course you love me like I love you.' Your voice cracks, and if he was still before during your rant, now he's frozen. A sob threatens to break from your lips, because he's not moving, he doesn't care, of course he doesn't, and you don't want to cry in front of him, so you turn away, grab the 'fresher door handle -

A hand closes around your wrist. 'Stop.'

But you don't want to see it. You don't want to see the pitying black stare of his visor, don't want him to try and break it to you gently that he doesn't want you, so you snatch your hand back and slam the door behind you, lock it. Your helmet falls with a clang to the 'fresher floor, and you swipe at the tears blurring your vision, huddling into yourself. A lump forms in your throat, and you attempt to swallow it down, holding in your sobs because you know Din will hear them, and somehow, still, you don't want him to. You know it will hurt him. And none of this is his fault, you don't want to put this on him. Surely, this is your fault. Your fault for falling for a man who doesn't love you back.

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You don't know how much later, but you're still on the 'fresher floor, helmet off, everything unchanged but for the door; unlocked. Unlocked, because you still cling onto a small hope that he'll want you, that he'll open the door and scoop you up and... Your heart pangs, and you swipe at another tear that falls. The silence seems to swallow your sniffles which feel so pitful, so weak, and you stare balefully at the shower head, wishing that it was still you and Din, friends, and nothing more.

There's a knock on the door, and that voice sounds, forcing you to hide your face in your hands to smother another choked sob as it speaks. 'Y/N... Y/N, put on your helmet.' You don't think, you just obey his voice because you've got no life left in you, no fight. The door eases open, and he stands there. 'I - I'm not good at talking,' he starts. 'But I want you to... I... it hurts me to see you like this.' You stare at him, silent, unresponsive, hopeless now. 'Just... get to the point.' 'Y/N...' His voice cracks. 'I love you too.' He falls to his knees in front of you as you don't move so much as an inch, your tears starting again. He grabs your hand in his, and with his other, he hooks his fingers under his helmet and lifts -

Your eyes slam shut. 'No.' You gasp. 'No, Din. The - the Creed.' 'I don't care,' he growls. 'Look at me. Look at me.' You shake your head. 'Stop. Please.' 'I love you, Y/N,' he says softly. 'I love you, cyar'ika.'

Your body goes rigid, and of their own accord, your eyes open for a split second before you squeeze them shut again, but his face is engraved in your memory. Soft looking, brown curls, gentle eyes which belong wholly to Din, lips which...

He gathers you in his arms. 'I know you saw,' he whispers. 'Marry me, cyar'ika.' Your tongue speaks for you before your brain can catch up. 'Yes, Din, anything.' He kisses the beskar cheek of your helmet, and you drink in his features, those beautiful eyes, as he speaks. 'I'm sorry I didn't...' You shake your head cutting him off. 'Seriously?' You say, voice still wobbling. 'You just black mailed me. If I didn't marry you, you'd have been forced to kill me.' His laugh without the vocoder makes you melt. 'I guess I was hoping you'd say yes.'

You yank your helmet off, and his eyes have barely settled on your face before you hook an arm around his neck and pull him towards you, locking your mouth onto his. He kisses you back with the desperation of a man who needs you like he needs air, his lips soft as he tangles his hands into your hair. You pull away, glancing back at your helmet which has rolled over to rest against his.

'My cyar'ika,' he murmurs, cupping your face in his callused hands, and you turn your gaze back to him.

'My riduur.'

[punsmaster69]

22/JAN/20XX

i laid in bed and stared at the ceiling for far more of the day than i meant to.

which...

i'm realizing i don't actually remember getting myself to bed, but i woke up there anyway.

papyrus seemed slightly worried that i got up so late, but i assured him i was just doing nothing. no injury-associated coma-like sleeping, i promise.

that's not a great descriptor if you don't know what i'm talking about but i'm not writing this for anyone, so who cares?

"not much" is exactly what i plan to do today, so i have to find something else to describe.

ah.

i don't think i wrote down the conversation i had with frisk on the phone last night, did i? that can be my writing for the day.

—

"What"

"what"

"You wore something."

"im always wearing something"

"Something DIFFERNT."

"nah"

"I HERD Mom talking. about it one the PHONE."

"slow down, kiddo"

"you're missin whole letters"

"You do notE ven punctualize."

"ok fair"

"Show me the Wearing."

"what"

"WHAR DIDYUO WERSD"

"try that one again."

"WHAE"

"WHAT"

"DID"

"YOU"

"WEAR"

"???????"

"clothes"

"Dude you never wear anything different."

"sometimes i wear nothing"

"thats different"

"Show me what you wore TODAY."

"nah"

"plEASE"

"nope"

"PLEASE"

"I want to see you in the something that's not the jackets and shorts for once."

"hey, don't diss my jacket and shorts. they're iconic"

"Please can. I see the outfit"

"no"

they then tried to video call me, as if i was still going to be wearing the outfit at two am.

knew it would annoy them, so i kept my camera covered anyway.

"Saaaaans."

"friiiisk."

"Please."

"nope."

"WHY NOT??"

"if i'm gonna keep hanging around your mom like this, you're sure to see it at least once."

"Aww. I want to see it noooow."

"that's too much work to go put it back on right now."

frisk got close to the camera, cheeks puffed up like an angry pufferfish.

"Stop being lazy pleaseee I want to seeee."

"nope."

"isn't it past your bedtime? you've got school in the morning."

"I don't even go to public school anymore, you KNOW that."

"need i call your teacher?"

as if said teacher could hear us (she probably could) frisk suddenly snapped their attention behind them and immediately hung up.

dork.