#I don't have the words to explain it wel

[delightfullybritishgoldar]

You come across this theme now and then in tokusatsu, and I'm always so happy to see it.

[gojoux]

『 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 』

· Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

· Summary: Gojo never felt truly cared for besides from his best friend who had parted ways. In his doubtful phase, he keeps asking the question why would you care so much for him?

· CW: 5.8k // Hurt/Comfort. Fluff. Angst. Gojo in badmood. Gojo against the world, maybe. Reader's patience is as thick as Toji's biceps but also as thin as his pet worm's hair.

You're sitting with Shoko in the classroom across from each other as you eat your lunch. “Have you heard anything from Satoru?” You ask her, wondering where the talkative lanky man is. You always call him by his given name when you're talking about him with Shoko, but never in front of him.

Shoko gives you a sad smile as she shakes her head. “No, not recently. The last time we talked was just before winter break. He came to me to ask a few things, that was it.” She pauses for a moment before looking at you. “Is something wrong?”

“Winter break?” You ask quietly, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. “But, that was two weeks ago.” You frown.

“I have to assume there's a good reason for it. You know, missions? He wouldn't leave without telling anyone unless something serious came up.” She shrugs. “Then again, he never tells me anything.”

You know how things are different now, things have changed. Maybe he did change, too? You can't help but wonder, you always found him quite mysterious despite his big mouth.

Ever since Geto's departure, Gojo has been going out on more missions. After one is done, he goes for another one. No stopping, no breaks.

You let out a tired sigh, the feeling of anxiousness keeps coming back whenever you're thinking about his whereabouts. “I'm just... worried. You know how it is...”

Shoko puffs her cigarette to the side. “I'm sure he's fine. Just because he's out there hunting curses alone, doesn't mean we should be worried.” She takes another smoke from her cigarette. “Well, I have to say, I'm quite worried for his health. Too much use of his Six Eyes could burn his brain to crisp.”

“I can't believe that I'm saying this but,” you rest your head on your folded arms on the table. “I miss him, Shoko,” you say quietly, looking at the wooden surface of the table up close.

She raised her eyebrow at you. “You miss Gojo?” She pauses, her voice softer. “What could you possibly miss about that guy?” She glances across the table at you.

“Oh, come on.” You groan quietly. “He's annoying, but he's... I don't know, likable?” You say unsurely because you know damn well that everyone in school, and the higher-ups, definitely won't think Gojo is likable. Well, not in a bad way, but he's not exactly unlikeable either.

It's hard to explain because he's just, him. A complex individual. And everybody have their own thoughts about him.

“You have to be kidding.” Shoko looks at you amused. “Likable isn't the word I'd use to describe him.” She pauses. “But, I guess I know what you mean. He's not all that bad once you get used to him.”

“Maybe you missed him because he hasn't been picking on you lately,” she says with a small chuckle as she puts off her cigarette. “Pshh, why would you think that?” You roll your eyes at her suggestion, brushing off her words with a hand gesture.

Then, the table vibrates suddenly. Shoko frowns at the sound of the phone ringing, noticing it was hers. She reaches over and grabs her phone, glancing at the screen. Turns out she was called to the school's infirmary, asking her to heal another sorcerer after a mission.

Shoko sighs and stands up from the table. “Duty calls.” She pauses. “I'll see you later, alright?” She smiles at you, heading off from the classroom after you wave your hand as a farewell.

As you continue to eat your lunch alone, another vibration could be felt from the table, this time it's yours. With a small groan, you look down at your phone in your hands. A text message has appeared on your screen. It's a message from Gojo Satoru.

I'm at school. A simple text to confirm his well-being.

Your eyes light up at the text before you quickly type in, where are you?

You huff when you didn't receive any reply. You haven't seen Gojo in a while so you quickly left your lunch to search for him while you sense his cursed energy.

You found it. You can sense him on the training field. You make your way there to find Gojo. The sky is overcast when you arrive at the training field. The wind blows around you, rustling the grass. When you reach the side of the field, you see a figure standing in the distance, his head angled down. His arms are crossed, creating a shadow across his face.

He glances up as you approach. “You found me.” His voice is calm, his eyes betraying no emotions. “Gojo?” You call out his name quietly. He looks different than the last time you saw him, he looks more somber.

Gojo's eyes meet yours. “Yeah... it's me.” He looks away from you again, “Are you here to scold me? For leaving without telling anyone?” There's a faint edge of bitterness in his voice. “If you came by to scold me for running off, then don't even bother.” His eyes are cold, unreadable.

You were taken aback by the drastic change of attitude. It's not the usual cheery and playful Gojo Satoru you know. “Have you been taking more missions?” You ask carefully like you're walking on eggshells around him. “You look... tired.”

His gaze sharpens as he glances at you. “More missions than usual... yeah.” He pauses, his voice quieter. “I'm trying to keep myself busy.” There's a hint of melancholy in his voice as he talks.

“Some more difficult than others.” His voice trails off. “I don't want to be stuck in my thoughts when I'm at the dorm.” He glances away.

“Right...” You feel awkward after he's done talking. It's just the tone that he uses makes you feel unfamiliar with this ‘new’ Gojo.

“Are you... going on a mission soon?” You ask quietly, hoping he would say no or the very least, not soon. You just want him to rest.

“Yeah,” he replies simply. He glances around the field. “The old geezers keep pushing me to take on more missions, the threat of cursed spirits isn't getting any less. They want me to keep exorcising them." He looks back at you.

“I'm heading out tomorrow to deal with a colony of spirits that have been plaguing the city. It's a relatively small job for me.” His voice is nonchalant as if he were talking about any ordinary night.

“That soon? Shouldn't you be resting after all that missions?” You raise a brow at him.

Gojo turns towards you. “Resting is for the weak.” He crosses his arms, his gaze piercing. “I'm not weak.” He pauses. “I don't need a break.” He glances away from you, his eyes flicking across the training field.

You scoff to the side, shaking your head at his response. ‘He's like a child. So stubborn, too.’ You think. But you can't really blame him for feeling like this.

When he speaks again, his voice sounds more tired. “Besides... if I stop and rest, I'll just go back to thinking about him.” He pauses. “And I don't want that right now.”

“Look,” you try to find a word to convince him, “Just— take a break for a few hours, okay? You can go again later.” You try to persuade him. “The city won't fall apart if you're absent for a while, you know that's not how it works.”

“Of course, I know that.” He lets out an irritated huff. “I'm not stupid. I'm just... busy.” He glances away from you again, his gaze piercing the sky as he thinks.

“Besides, what if the curse spirits get worse while I'm gone? What if they're able to cause some serious damage while I'm sitting in my room on my ass.” He turns his attention back to you. “And you know I can't let that happen.”

“I know that." You let out an exasperated sigh. “There are other capable sorcerers who can take the mission, not just you.” You remind him. You stay quiet for a while, letting out another sigh. “Only for a few hours, please?” You offer again as you take note of how tired he looks.

He scoffs quietly, but his tone is less aggressive than before. “Fine. A few hours.” He sighs in defeat as his hands slip into his pockets.

“Did you come all the way here just to tell me that?” He tilts his head slightly at you. “Maybe.” You shrug nonchalantly, even though deep in your heart, you're worried about him. You want to care for him.

“Can I ask you a question?” His tone is more casual. “Yeah, sure.” You nod at him. Gojo's eyes shift back to the training field. “Why do you care? I thought I was annoying.” The tone of his voice is flat.

“I'm not weak and I don't need your pity. I can handle a few missions.” He tilts his head, his gaze piercing. “Why do you worry for me so much?” His voice is softer, not as cold as before.

“You actually care what I think of you?” You can't help but let out a small chuckle. “I can't deny that.” You ignore his question.

Gojo raises an eyebrow at you, his expression blank. “What's that supposed to mean?” He tilts his head to the side. “Are you trying to imply that I care about what you think of me? If so, I can assure you that isn't true.” He frown. “I don't give a damn about what other people think of me.”

“Right.” You hum casually. “You're the Gojo Satoru after all, why should you care?” You answer back with his words. “For your question, I do care, I won't deny that, too,” you answer him shortly.

His eyes shift back towards you as he listens to your answer. “You care for me?” He tilts his head in disbelief. “You always say I was nothing but annoying and a pain in the ass to you.” He tilts his head to get a better look at you. “Why?”

You smile at his response. ‘You do care what I think after all.’ You think to yourself.

“Well,” you thought of many things to say to him. Anything about him that makes you care for him so much. Anything about him that makes you like him so much. All despite his antics and shenanigans.

You hold your words behind your tongue, thinking that it's best to keep your true feeling hidden from him for now. “Just because,” you say simply, giving him a smile.

His face remains blank as he listens to you. After a moment of silence, a small smirk creeps back onto his face. “That's probably the worst excuse I've ever heard.” He pulls his hands out of his pockets.

“I can tell you're lying.” His smirk quickly turns into another frown. “At least I know you care enough to lie to me.” He narrows his eyes as he looks at you. “Don't be a coward about it. Just admit the reason you care for me. I won't judge you.”

You huff at his response. “I will tell you next time. Now come on, you agreed to take some rest.” You don't know what came after you, but without wasting more time, you grab his hand and lead him away from the training field.

He glances down at your hand as you hold onto his. He looks up at you and sighs. “Are you going to drag me back to the dorm... or something?” He sounds unamused.

However, he doesn't try to pull his hand out of your grasp. He simply follows along as you lead the way in front of him.

“Yeah, got to make sure you're actually going to rest. And what's a better place here than your own room?” You say as you both enter the dorm hall.

He doesn't say anything else as you lead him to his room. He glances up at you as you enter, still holding your hand. Gojo's face softens somewhat.

“What's this about, really? You seem awfully persistent about this.” He tilts his head in curiosity. “You want to cuddle with me or something?”

“What? Pfft, no.” You shake your head with a chuckle. “Now, go, go. Have some sleep.” You open the door of his room, and let his hand go from your hold before pushing him inside. “Just rest, okay? No hard thinking.”

Gojo grumbles with annoyance. “Alright, alright...” He enters the room and sits on his bed. “I'm not thinking too hard.” He looks up at you, crossing his arms. It's like he's a sulking child.

However, after a few seconds, he sighs. He glances down at his room floor, his body language stiff. He plops himself down on his bed and rolls on his back, closing his eyes as he relishes the soft mattress on his back.

“Fuck... I guess I do need that sleep.” He turns around to face you. “Come on, just sit in here with me. I don't think I can sleep with you outside.”

This time, you raise a brow at him. “Huh?” You look at him dumbfounded by his out of nowhere suggestion. “You want me to stay with your or something? I can leave you alone if you want.”

Gojo's eyebrow twitches slightly. “I can handle sleeping alone.” He pauses, his expression shifting once more. “But... it gets lonely at times.”

He looks away from you. “It's... stupid I know, but I don't like the quiet when I'm alone.” His voice dropped to a quiet, hushed whisper.

“So... can you stay?” He shifts on his bed uncomfortably since he knows that this is unlike his usual self. “Please?”

You look at him amused as you lean on the door, internally laughing at his drastic change of attitude. You can't believe your ears when he said ‘please’, but you stay quiet, just wanting to drag this situation longer for your amusement.

It's rare to see him like this. Especially with those eyes and his pout, how can you resist, really?

“Come on... Just stay by my side for 30 minutes. I think if I feel your presence here, I'll feel better. I promise I won't bother you or anything.” He says once more. “Just... give me some company for a while.”

“Besides, I thought you cared for me?” He tilts his head to the side, a hint of tease is evident in his tone. He sits up a bit, resting his back against the pillows, waiting for you.

“Okay, okay.” You push yourself off the door before closing it. You walk towards his bed, and his expression softens as you sit down on his bed.

When he finally speaks, his voice is calm and relaxed. His eyes stare at you, a hint of vulnerability in them. “You know you didn't have to agree right away.”

“You're right,” you answer him lightly, your eyes looking around his room. He looks at you in silence, admiring your side profile before speaking, “Can I ask you another question?”

“Shoot.” you turn your head at him, waiting for his other question.

“Why... do you suddenly care so much for me?” Gojo looks at you seriously. "I know you always thought I was annoying and I didn't care if our relationship was hostile or not, but now you're acting like I'm some sort of important person to you.”

“I don't understand what changed.” He shifts his gaze away from you, turning towards the window instead. “And I don't get why you're trying to hide it either.”

You stare at him quietly, your eyes shifting down to his bed, and then the table beside it before returning to him.

You reach your hand towards his glasses, hooking a finger onto the bridge before taking it off from him gently, revealing the vibrant blue of his eyes, before putting the glasses on the table.

“You want me to answer that?” You ask back as you think how would you answer the question he's been wondering since you meet in the training fields.

Why do you care?

Why should you care?

Why?

“Yes.” He sounds serious as he looks at you again, not blinking. “Because I need to know.”

“You're hiding behind this facade you call ‘cool and laid back’, but it's pretty obvious that you're trying to hide something from me.” He stays quiet for a moment. “Why?”

You're stunned. You glance away, thinking of what you should answer him. And you can't help but think of how lonely he actually is to the point he seems to be in disbelief that someone does genuinely care for him.

He motions for you to go on. “So? Answer the question.” He sounds impatient, his expression still hard. His gaze doesn't waver as he waits for you to explain yourself.

“I don't know how to explain it to you." You finally answer. “I just care, I really do. Shoko, too, and Yaga as well. Even Nanami who always looks so annoyed around you. Those who are close to you care about you, Gojo. You're our friend.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at your answer. “I never asked you to care about me.” He sounds blunt as he glances back down at the bed, trying to ignore you for a few moments.

He stays quiet again, thinking about your answer. “You don't know how to explain it, huh?” He sighs. “So your only response is to keep being vague and beat around the bush.” He narrows his eyes at you.

“Are you saying that you feel that you have an obligation to care about me because you know people who also do?” He's clearly annoyed by your answer. “Are you doing it out of guilt?” He sounds irritated as he gazes out of the window.

You let out another exasperated sigh at his response. It's clear that he doesn't really get this concept of care from other people.

His clan doesn't care for him as a person, let alone the elders. He grows up spoiled rotten, not out of care, but out of obligation. That's just how it is.

“That's not it!” You raise your voice in annoyance to deny his words. His bad mood starting to affect your own. “What's so hard to understand for you that I genuinely care? It's my choice to care for you because I just do!”

Gojo stays quiet as he listens to you snap at him. A slight frown comes onto his face when he hears your tone. “You just care? Just like that. There's nothing else behind it.” His voice is incredulous as he glares at you.

“Just give me a straight answer.” His eyes scan over you, looking for something. He stares at you defiantly, waiting for your response.

You look at him in disbelief before scoffing, “What else do you want me to say? ‘I like you that's why I care’ or something?” You shake your head after you said the first line mockingly.

“Yes, that's exactly what I want you to say.” His voice is sharp as he continues to glare at you. “Or at least, something along those lines.” He mumbles the finishing sentence.

“I want to know why you care for me. Tell me why.” He seems determined to get you to answer. His eyes narrow further, his gaze piercing. “You're not leaving this room until you give me an answer.”

“Fine, alright, since you're so damn stubborn about it.” You roll your eyes in annoyance. “I care for you as a friend, and I also care for you because I like you more than just a friend. There, happy?” you answer.

“You're so insufferable,” you grumble to yourself, crossing your arms and your body turning away from him.

Gojo looks at you with wide eyes as he tries to process what you just said. His shock continues to linger, making it difficult for him to speak. He looks taken aback at your response, and a smile breaks out on his face. “You like me?” His voice sounds soft, his tone completely shifting.

He scoots closer to you on the bed, almost hesitant. “Is that why you care for me?” He glances at you over your shoulder. “Am I hearing this right?”

After a moment, he leans forward and rests his head on your shoulder. “Thank you.” He sounds genuine as he continues to lean on you. You were stunned once more, but this time because of his unusual tone.

You stay quiet at his reaction, your heart beating fast as you try to process what's going on with his head resting on your shoulder. “Are you pretending to be clueless or are you just that oblivious?” You huff, not looking at him. Your face is heating up when you just realized what you said earlier.

“I'm not pretending to be clueless.” Gojo's voice is softer, almost gentle. “I've always wondered if you care for me as a friend or if there's a hidden meaning behind it. I was hoping it's the latter, but I kept denying it to myself."

He remains still in his position, comfortably leaning against you. His gaze studies your face intently. He scoots even closer to you, his arm wrapping around your waist from behind.

“I like you too,” he whispers. He closes his eyes, nuzzling his face against your shoulder. Gojo's lips curl into a smile as he takes a slow, comfortable breath. You turn your head to the side to take a look at him.

“I've been dropping hints at you since forever, but I've always told myself it must have been a mistake when you replied the same way.” His face is still buried onto your shoulder as he speaks. “I always wondered if you secretly liked me too.”

You could only listen in silence, and your body slowly turning to him from the edge of the bed. You notice his eyes flick down toward your lips. “Am I that clueless, or did I know this whole time?” He pauses and glances back over his shoulder at your face. “It's hard to tell.”

His lips curls upwards as he stares at you, and slowly leans forward towards you. He doesn't look away, watching your face with intent.

His words are quiet, a gentle whisper. “What would you do if I suddenly kissed you right now?”

You didn't expect telling him to rest would end up to this. You stayed here because he asked you to company him, not at all imagining that this would be the place and time where the feelings would flow out.

“You do realize you should be resting by now, right?" You ask back, your voice equally quiet. You admire his handsome face up close. His eyes hold power and beauty, down to the shape of his nose, and down to his plump, pink lips.

Gojo grin at your words. “I can always go to sleep after. I think I have time for this.” His eyes flicker along your jaw, your neck, your lips. His breathing speeds up with each glance.

But finally, he leans in, his lips just a single inch away from touching yours. His eyes flicker downwards one last time. “Would you kiss me back?” He whispers, his voice just barely audible as if the volume was intentionally silenced.

“I don't know, would I?” You ask back again, secretly enjoying the closeness of your faces.

“Only one way to find out...” His eyes flutter closed as he leans forward. His lips touch yours for a brief moment, just a quick taste to test the waters. It's enough to make your heart skip a beat. His lips move slowly at first, but soon he presses his lips more on yours. He keeps one of his arms wrapped tighter around your waist to press his body more against your own, and the other one goes up to hold the back of your neck, pulling you closer.

Gojo's lips are soft and tender on yours, and he slowly runs his tongue against your mouth. His eyes are closed, but he knows where you are. He's focused entirely on how your lips feel against his. You could feel the way his tongue brushing against your lips, and pushing it lightly to part them open for him. You let out a small hum of contentment, feeling the lips of the man you've liked for quite a while is definitely a dream come true.

His tongue slips into your mouth, moving slowly against yours in a slow and gentle dance, his tongue brushing against yours and exploring every corner of your mouth. His breathing quickening ever so slightly as his body leans into yours. His hands go up to the back of your head as he continues to kiss you. As he tastes you, his kisses become more intense and more passionate. 

Once you feel the lack of air in your long, you pull back from the kiss, “Gojo—” you call out to him. He lets out a soft groan at your voice, and slowly pulls away, but only a little. “Satoru.” He corrects you, his lips remain close to yours as he runs his tongue along your lower lip. He pulls away again a little bit, and stares back at you. “What is it?” 

He catches his breath and lick his lips, which are now parted slightly and slightly moist from his saliva. He's more excited than he's been in a long time, like he finally got a breath of fresh air after being stuck underground. “I've wanted to kiss you for ages,” he says quietly, his expression still soft. His eyes flicker down to your lips and he smiles. “You taste delicious.”

“Thanks, you do, too.” You chuckle before pulling away and grabbing the blanket to cover him. “Now, time for bed.” You tuck him in like you're tucking a little child to sleep.

“Hey, what are you doing?” He complains as the blanket is pulled over him and wrapped him up in it. “I thought you said you cared for me! Why am I getting tucked in like a kid?” He looks up at you, his voice full of mock outrage. “I want kiss.” He pouts at you. 

‘He even whines like a child.’ You let out a chuckle at his antics. You ignore him, not giving him the kiss just yet.

“That's why I'm tucking you to bed, Satoru.” You adjust the blanket on his body, staring at his messy hair on the bed. His heart does a small flip, but he quickly hides it as he hears what you say.

He doesn't oppose as you cover him with the blanket. In fact, he looks like a contented child, enjoying the warmth of the blanket and your closeness to him. “How are you going to get sleepy now? I just gave you a big reason to stay awake.”

“Hush, it's time to sleep.” You answer immediately, earning you another look from him.

The covers rustle as he moves around, making himself more comfortable under the blankets. He reaches his hand out to you from under the covers. “Could I pull you in? With me? I don't want you to leave just yet.”

You nod at him. “I'll hold you to my chest instead, okay? You need some comfort now.” You place a hand on his cheek before caressing the soft skin with your thumb. “I will give it to you,” you add quietly, knowing well when you once again see closely to his tired face.

“You want to hold me?” He chuckles quietly. “I wouldn't want anything else.” His eyes flutter shut again as you run your thumb across his cheek. His body begins to relax as he enjoys your touch. “You're so sweet...” He mumbles quietly.

He let out a quiet sigh, his eyes still closed. “When did I begin to be so lucky? To have someone care for me so much?” He leans more onto your hand on his cheek, enjoying your gentle touch.

Gojo waits for you to lay down and get comfortable before pulling the covers over you both. After a moment, he lets his body settle closer to your own, letting you cradle him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. His face is pressed against your chest. 

You brush your fingers on his soft white hair, holding him close to you. You massage his head slightly once in a while. “You deserve it, Satoru. You really do,” you whisper onto his forehead before kissing it, your lips linger there for a while.

Gojo shudders a bit at your touch. He presses himself closer to you, letting his body sink into the comfort of your embrace. His hand brushes up and down your waist lovingly. You lift your head for a bit to give him another kiss on the temple.

“Mmm...” He sighs contently as he leans into you. His body sinks into yours, becoming one with the comfort and warmth of your touch. His eyes stay closed and his body becomes even more relaxed.

After a moment of silence and you thought he has already fallen asleep, he speaks again, “Do I?” He asks quietly, not quite believing what you just said.

“What am I really good for in the first place other than fighting cursed spirits?” A shadow of doubt flickered across his face. “Am I more than just a strong sorcerer?” 

You keep caressing his hair to bring him comfort. “You're more than just ‘The Strongest Sorcerer’. You're a human. A kind one deep down,” you answer him quietly. “Despite your upbringing." You add with a hint of playfulness as your hand goes down to pinch his nose between your finger before going back up. “And yes, you do deserve it. Never doubt that.”

His ears turns red as he hears your soft answer. He tries to hide it, but you can tell from his body language that he's happy.

“You think I'm kind?” He asks again, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I thought that's something I wasn't.” He chuckles. “Does it show when I'm with you?”

“It shows to other people without you realizing it. I know because I see it myself.” You give him another kiss on the forehead.

He takes in a few breaths as you hold him close, his face inches away from your chest. “It feels so nice to just... not be alone for a while.” His voice is soft and quiet, unlike the usual Gojo Satoru who annoys others for his entertainment.

You answer with a hum. He had lost his best friend, the one that sticks with him through thin and thick on every mission and obstacle. He had lost someone who doesn't makes him feel like he was alone.

“Can I ask you something else? This is the last one, I promise,” he mumbles onto your chest. “You ask a lot of questions today. What is it?” You chuckle but let him ask anyway.

“Why do you keep defending me?” He murmurs. “Why do you care whether I think I deserve it or not?” He tilts his head up to look back at you. “All of these compliments you keep giving me... what are you getting out of this exactly?” He waits for your response, his expression serious.

‘Here we go again.’ You sigh, and this time, you smile at his other why question. There is so much he wants to know, so much he needs to know. If that is what brings him comfort, then you'd gladly give the answer to him.

“Because... I love you.” You hush him up with a kiss, not caring that you just used a strong expression of words. “There, now go to sleep.” You hope this would clear his doubts, at least for a while.

His eyes widen at your reply, his expression is completely frozen after hearing your words. “What?” He asks quietly, wanting to make sure he heard it correctly. “You... love me?” 

After taking a few moments to compose himself, he slowly leans up and kisses you again. He kisses you passionately, putting the last of his energy into kissing your lips.

As he pulls away, he looks back at you. His eyes glimmer with tears that have yet to fall. “You love me?” He whispers again.

“Yes. I do.” You nod at him with a smile. Your thumb brushes against his cheek once more, shifting a bit up to caress the skin below his eye, looking into his teary eyes.

His head sinks into the crook of your neck as a tear rolls down his cheek. “Y-You love me?” He murmurs once more, sounding overwhelmed with emotion as he looks back up at you. “What am I supposed to do when the person I like, the person I've been thinking about this entire time, actually loves me back?”

“Hmmm, I wonder.” You caress the back of his hair, your fingers brushing against his hair, as you let him hide his face in the crook of your neck again. 

He presses himself against you, his body flushes against yours. His arms around your waist tighten its hold. He buries his face against your neck as he nuzzles into your skin.

He closes his eyes and presses his lips against your neck, enjoying the comfort of the moment. “Your skin is... so much warmer than I imagined it'd be.” He whispers to you. His lips graze against your neck as he presses in.

“Can you... Can you hold me for a bit longer?” He whispers. “Could I sleep in your arms for a while more?” You kiss his forehead once again. “I can hold you for as long as you want me to.” You assure him.

His face lights up when he hears your answer. “For as long as I want you to?” He sounds surprised. His arms squeeze around your waist. “Do you promise you won't tire of me? I might not want to leave.”

“Then, don't leave. I want you here with me.” You say quietly. Now that you have him, you want him all for yourself, and you promise yourself to never let him go.

He smiles at your words and nuzzles your neck with his lips. “Well, my favorite place in the world is close to you.” He wraps himself fully around you and buries his face in your shoulder, wanting nothing more than to stay like this for a while.

“I'll never get tired of you, never.” You assure him again. A smile breaks out on his face as a soft chuckle escapes his lips. “You'll never get tired of me?” He whispers to you, his words coming out soft and sweet. He holds you tighter to him, his face still buried against your neck. “Don't make promises you can't keep. I think I'm just that easy to dislike.”

“Not me. Nothing else should matter. I like you, and I love you. I could only hope that's enough to ease you, even just a bit.” You nuzzle your nose on his forehead.

He smiles at you, his eyes slowly fluttering close. “That's more than enough to ease me.” His voice trails off as he lets himself fall asleep. His breathing deepens as he enters into a peaceful slumber.

He's truly comfortable in your arms, his body relaxed against you. He's happy to be with you, happy to be held by you, and happy to be cared for by you.

He dreams that when he wakes up, you would pamper him with the love and care he'd always wanted. A genuine feeling that has managed to warm a place in his heart that he never knew he needed, all that in you, the person he loves.

Let me just test the waters (˃ ᵕ ˂) I'm soft for him.

[graciereadshannigram]

hey fam, my spreadsheet is FINALLY up to date so i am FINALLY getting back to the monthly rec lists! here's the cream of the crop from August :)

as a reminder: the ingredients for a five star rating typically (but not always!!) include some combination of a.) believable characterizations of both Hannibal and Will, b.) compelling plot and/or character arcs, and c.) high quality smut.

that being said, my judgment of the aforementioned ingredients is powered almost exclusively by vibes and as such, is incredibly subjective.

you can find past recs below:

February March April May June July

and if you have any recs of your own for me, PLEASE SHARE.

without further ado, let's go!

Teach Me a Lesson (Already Learned) by whenitstarted

Word Count: 3142 Summary: Will being married to Molly and cheating on her with Hannibal.

Literally just PWP because I wanted to scratch the cheating itch.

Just Thought You Should Know by EarthsickWithoutYou

Word Count: 22370 Summary: Two years after marrying Molly, Will is restless and unhappy, unable to stop thinking about Hannibal and missing his incarcerated cannibal despite all the reasons why he knows it's wrong. One night, things come to a head when Hannibal finds a way to call him. A series of sensual phone encounters begs the question of how long Will can possibly resist the desire which Hannibal so expertly cultivates.

Oh this one was GOOD. I love anything that happens in the three years Will is with Molly. The angst, the porn, chefs kiss.

More Myself Than I Am by StratsWrote

Word Count: 9176 Summary: Everyone has a soulmate. Someone they will connect with on such an intimate level that they are like one mind in two bodies. It comes on the cusp of adulthood, a shared link between two minds. It will start with feelings, emotions shared across the connection. Some people claim senses; smell and sound. Those who are thoroughly, intensely intertwined can claim to send their very thoughts towards each other, although it’s generally considered bad luck to use the connection to find each other sooner than you are meant to.It is a wonderful thing, to know that no matter who you are or what you’ve done, somebody out there will understand you. Or at least, it’s supposed to be.

Soulmate AU! Hannibal absolutely hating the bond at first felt very on brand and this was just very good.

coyote chewing on a cigarette by antiheroblake

Word Count: 5145 Summary: hannibal wants someone to care for him until he’s bequeathed his family fortune, but he doesn’t want to deal with the near-elderly perverts his friend calls their “sugar daddy”. that’s when he sets his sites on the sullen and newly rich will graham

okay if you aren't reading this series, what are you doing?? every. single. installment. is a five star!!!

No It Don't Come Easy by nobetterlove

Word Count: 10759 Summary: Will had the good sense to blush then, both Hannibal’s words and his previous actions making his heart pound hard in his chest. “Actually, uh – “ Will started, his hand reaching back to rub along his suddenly stiff neck. “I told him I was seeing someone.” Blue eyes looked up slowly, Will more than curious as to what Hannibal’s reaction would be. “Well, that’s – “ Hannibal tried to say but was cut off by Will speaking again. “I said it was you. Or implied it, at least.” There was a moment of silence where Hannibal didn’t blink or look away or even breath. Maroon eyes took Will in with shocking efficiency – he felt like Hannibal was everywhere in that moment, surrounding him in all ways possible. “You told Jack Crawford that you were seeing me.” Or: a Hannigram fake dating AU

i'm a whore for a fake dating fic, y'all know who i am.

Oddbodies by toffeecape

Word Count: 72714 Summary: Will is an off-brand sentinel. Hannibal is a reputable guide. What could go wrong?

i knew nothing about Sentinel AUs before reading this one, but i found it was perfectly well explained within the fic! and wow this was SO well done! it fits so well into canon and was just a treat to read.

This Isn't Rapture by moistdrippings

Word Count: 7467 Summary: Will wakes with a fever, and Hannibal prescribes some unconventional treatments.

yeah, just gonna drop this one here.

stink in the nostrils by murdertrout

Word Count: 49137 Summary: Secret Omega Hannibal is not pleased that he has imprinted on Will Graham. He avenges himself on his biology by getting Will Graham put behind bars. But when Will figures out what he’s been hiding and tampers with his suppressants, triggering his first heat, they both get more than they bargained for. Alternate S2b if it were entirely A/B/O porn.

LOVED THIS.

A Most Gentle Death by mokuyoubi

Word Count: 8956 Summary: “What is that?” Will asks tightly.“A blend of benzodiazepines and barbiturates,” Hannibal says. “It will render one unconscious, immobile, and largely insensate.”Will stares at the syringe in shocked disbelief. The shame and embarrassment are still present, but have taken a backseat to dry-mouthed, hopeless longing. Hannibal turns the syringe end on end between his fingers. “Would you like me to administer it to myself?” he asks.

there is something so satisfying about Hannibal not being phased by pretty much anything that Will wants.

A Wolf in the Night by itsbeautiful

Word Count: 3857 Summary: “Leave them on…” Will rumbled, grabbing hair and pushed a head down his stomach. “…and suck my cock.”Hannibal looked up with a dark stare and a head tilt, struggling to catch his breath. “No ‘please?’”“I know…I don’t need to ask, politely or otherwise, to get what I want from you now.”Red eyes glittered with hunger, tongue flicking out to taste the power left on lips.“Isn’t that what you wanted, Doctor Lecter? For me to take what I want from you.”

i'm pretty sure i just love anything this author writes, wow. you don't technically need to have read Transcendent Suffering, but it'll make more sense if you have.

When It Clicks by summerisblue

Word Count: 29838 Summary: Will and Hannibal have been spending a lot of time together lately.Because they’re friends, Will likes to reason. Will likes to tell Hannibal that too, just to clarify. Hannibal might be more than a little frustrated.

this one really hit my "oblivious sugar baby Will Graham" button. i love him so much.

Your Ex by murdertrout

Word Count: 3810 Summary: “What was your last relationship like?”“Uh,” Will says. “Intense.”“Good intense or bad intense?”“Yes,” Will says.“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want,” Molly says, “but I just want you to know you can.”In retrospect, this is a mistake.--We usually assume that Will clammed up about his past when he was with Molly. But what if actually Will tells Molly way, way, way too much about his relationship with Hannibal?Or, the one where Will starts talking about his “ex" and doesn't stop.

i love when Will is an idiot. this fic was just silly and perfect.

Ball Toss by raiast

Word Count: 22307 Summary: The carnival AU no one asked for. Hannibal accompanies Alana to a carnival and meets one Will Graham, whose game booth is less than above board. Hannibal does not approve.

YES YES YES. i really loved this dark Will!!

Pushing Comfort by lurid_erotic_intimacy (virtuous_contract)

Word Count: 14559 Summary: Habitually, Hannibal keeps his steps quiet as he makes his way to Will’s upper floor. It’s probably nothing out of the ordinary that has kept Will from making their morning session (not a session, a conversation). Still, it’s best to know for certain.Or: Will starts missing his appointments. Hannibal is happy to investigate why. Can be read as a canon-insert. A quite sweet and kink-flavoured getting together story.

this was sweeter than i would have expected it to be based on the tags, but mmmm this hit the right buttons for me!

a world of hurt by divinetheatre

Word Count: 7213 Summary: Will takes it slow, pausing between the strikes to let Hannibal work through the sensations, patient — for now. In time, when Hannibal’s self control wavers, and his knees start to kiss one another after every spanking, Will will pin him open and punish him for that too. Relentlessly.

well, we learn new things about ourselves every single day, right?

i know who you are by divinetheatre

Word Count: 14125 Summary: Will turned again as though the turmoil in Hannibal’s heart had clamored loud enough for him to hear. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. What Hannibal might’ve said, the last thing he could’ve admitted to Will, did not pass his lips. Will strode to him and grasping Hannibal’s face in both hands, kissed him. Deep and hot with passion that did not surprise Hannibal but overwhelmed him. He’d known it would be this way, but he had never been prepared. Not entirely.

Vulnerable Hannibal and Will being the most tender understanding human? Give me moreeeeeeeee.

a sort of madness by divinetheatre

Word Count: 5239 Summary: He chose me.The euphoric mantra echoes through his mind as he drags the panties down Hannibal’s long, slim legs. They open for him. The slick heat betwixt dampens the coverlet for him. What happens to Hannibal’s body after this is because of him.

i had to stop and remember to breathe multiple times during this fic so. do what you will with that information.

Secretary by FragileTeacup

Word Count: 77469 Summary: Will Graham needs a job. Since quitting the FBI, he’s been adrift for months, broken and lost; chasing a desire he doesn’t understand in increasingly destructive ways. What he needs is stability, direction, something to help put his life back in order and quiet the buzzing in his head. A chance encounter with the classifieds might just give him exactly what he needs. Secretary Wanted.Dr. H. Lecter. Psychiatric private practice.Typing and good manners essential.Must follow direction.

THE secretary AU. need i say more??

Layover by raiast

Word Count: 16978 Summary: When Hannibal misses his connecting flight to DC he is forced to obtain a hotel room for the evening. When the last remaining room is seemingly double-booked he realizes that the adult thing to do is generously offer to share the space. And if the other man in need of lodging happens to be a seemingly disheveled, ill-mannered and altogether beautiful stranger, well, that's just fine.

ONLY ONE BED ONLY ONE BED. alternate first meeting AU that i adored.

Scent of a Woman by Devereauxs_Disease

Word Count: 4860 Summary: After the fall, Will assumed he and Hannibal would progress to a romantic relationship. So when Hannibal comes home smelling of fancy perfume, Will is...distressed. How do serial killers handle jealousy and romantic confessions? Not well, y'all...NOT WELL.

they're both so stupid and i love them. Hannibal's behavior had me cracking up because of course he would behave this way.

Will Graham Had a Secret by hannigramsarah (WrightworthSarah)

Word Count: 4442 Summary: Will Graham has a somewhat slutty past. What happens when he meets Hannibal Lecter and discovers his proclivities may not be as secret as he might have hoped?

this was lovely.

Something Borrowed by BelladonnaWyck

Word Count: 11206 Summary: “What’s wrong with your green card?” Will can’t hope to stop the words from tumbling forth - didn’t even know they were about to spill from his mouth when he opened it - and his cheeks flush when he realizes how intrusive and presumptuous that question is.

Hannibal is Hannibal and they are perfet. i need more green card proposals STAT.

Touch by raiast

Word Count: 10902 Summary: From the kinkmeme prompt:"Going into an intense heat, Will volunteers to be shared and passed around by a group of Alphas. Hannibal finds out. Does he stop it from even happening? Sneak in and sign in to join the group?"What happens when an Omega with a voyeurism kink signs up for a Public Heat and his possessive Alpha psychiatrist applies for a volunteer position? Hint: lots of knotting, lots of come, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of bloodshed.

FERAL WILL GRAHAM. i really don't think i need to say more.

put your aching teeth to good use, my dear by wormsin

Word Count: 10516 Summary: alternate a/b/o ending to Fromage. when Will sees Hannibal in his office, bloody but alive, he goes into a feral rut. Hannibal tries to pacify him.

again, feral Will Graham just hits all the right buttons.

Tender by McRibFarewellTour

Word Count: 5117 Summary: "Will loved the violence, of course he did, but he loved Hannibal more, and he wanted there to be a clear distinction between the two. He wanted proof that Hannibal loved him, Will Graham, not anyone else who could be convinced to empathize with a serial killer. He didn’t want to push Hannibal against a wall, he wanted to hold and be held by him."A defense of seeking gentleness in a world of violence.

OUCH. in the best way possible, big ouch.

Husband Under Contract by house_of_lantis

Word Count: 49685 Summary: Count Hannibal Lecter has always enjoyed his bachelorhood and freedom, preferring to live a life as an established gentleman and lord of his estate. But Hannibal finds himself married and the last thing he wants is a clingy, tedious spouse who expects romance and to take advantage of Hannibal’s wealth and social status. Will Graham couldn’t care less about the arranged marriage as long as he can keep his job and keep his dogs. He’s amused by Hannibal’s attempts to manipulate him; and when he finally gets Hannibal in bed, he thanks him for a good time and returns to his own suite. What will Hannibal do when he realizes that he’s completely in love with his husband? And can Will ever see past their marriage contract to sharing a real life of love and passion?

An incredible royalty (kind of?) AU. i love how Will just does not give a fuck about upsetting Hannibal, much to the horror of the house staff.

pretty words from a silver tongue by nbcravenstag

Word Count: 3595 Summary: Will’s hookups (as few and far in between as they are) always end the same; deliberate distance between bodies and a cold, empty bed come morning. No one ever stays the night.

touch starved and vulnerable Will??? sign me UP.

i could love you with my eyes closed by nbcravenstag

Word Count: 2276 Summary: In Will Graham's three and a half decades on this planet, no one has ever made him feel like this.or, Hannibal is a little TOO good in bed, leaving his boy a little... emotional.

relatable content.

Night Calls and Liquid Courage by nbcravenstag

Word Count: 4249 Summary: "How much did you drink, Will?”“All of it.”“All of it, hm? That certainly is a lot.” _________________ Beverly Katz hand-delivers a very flirty, very drunk Will Graham to Hannibal's doorstep in the middle of the night. Drunken confessions and lots of cuddling ensue.

fluffy goodness, what more could ya want?

your touch is my safety by feralwillgrhm

Word Count: 4183 Summary: Will had been touch-starved for a while, but he didn't realise how much he craved it until Hannibal came into his life and initiated touch between them repeatedly. It left him wanting more and trembling at night in bed, but he never knew how to tell Hannibal. That was until he finally cracked. Or: 5 times Hannibal touched Will and he barely kept things together, and 1 time he gave in.

this was so sweet and tender!!

I called your name ‘til the fever broke by omnilegent

Word Count: 4363 Summary: Hannibal tilted his head in that cat-like way of his and said, apropos of nothing, ‘I believe you are experiencing touch deprivation, Will.’Will was not in the fucking mood.‘I touch myself plenty, doctor.’ He snapped, realising what that sounded like after he was already committed to saying it and ultimately not really caring. He couldn’t be bothered for all this dancing around half truths via metaphors today.———Hannibal offers Will a helping hand in relieving his touch deprivation…

can y'all tell i was on a "touch starved Will Graham" kick? that's all this is.

the fire went wild (the flames went higher) by antiheroblake

Word Count: 15359 Summary: will takes hannibal out to make up for the shoes he didn’t get, but when hannibal tries to show his appreciation (and how poorly he can behave), will decides to show him something new

show me the places where the others gave you scars by madeofbees

Word Count: 4957 Summary: Will has a bad time at a bad scene; Hannibal helps.Or: if Will has such a strong empathy response to horror and violence, what would happen if Hannibal immersed him in pleasure?

can y'all imagine if this is what Hannibal had done from the start? jesus christ.

Heal Your Wolf(hound) Well by devotional_doldrums

Word Count: 53396 Summary: From a distance, Hannibal enjoys heightening Will’s sickness. But confronted with the injured man lying in his hospital bed… Hannibal’s not so sure he enjoys it, anymore. Chicken soup (for the serial killer’s soul).

i love getting to see Hannibal actively regret his choices. 10/10.

Crystalline by DruidGurl (DaoistDruid)

Word Count: 59216 Summary: Stripper!Hannibal AU (sort of) The proprietor of a successful restaurant, Hannibal (who may or may not be a serial killer and definitely WAS an exotic dancer in his youth) is coerced by an old acquaintance to take a job dancing at a bachelor party. When he shows up, he realizes a mistake has been made, but he also realizes something far more interesting: the groom to be is hotter than Mt. Vesuvius. Circumstance and intent lead the boys where it always should: into bed. A lot.

GIVE ME ALL OF THE CHEATING FICS PLEASE. Everything in this fic was top tier. Hannibal as a dancer? Hell yes. The dirty talk? Yes. The fucking all night long marathon sex sessions? YES. Will being an absolute SLUT for Hannibal??? YES PLEASE GOD.

all i want is you by nbcravenstag

Word Count: 8892 Summary: We should do something tomorrow."Did you have anything in mind?“It’s your birthday.”Ah, he wishes it were so simple. If Hannibal were to wish for anything, it would be Will Graham underneath him, gasping, moaning, whispering his name while he placed claiming bites on his beautiful, porcelain throat. Such an image is so lovely… and so achingly far away. There is nothing wrong with wishing for it, but if it is a boundary that is never crossed, Hannibal can live with it. He can live this quiet, friendly, occasionally bloody life they live simply as friends if it means he continues to have it.That does not mean Hannibal won’t settle for his second favorite. (It isn’t really settling though; their shared hunts are the greatest adventures he’s ever had.)“Well, there is that dreadful Senor Pérez down at the docks…” _________________ A year after the fall. Hannibal and Will are friends and partners in crime, but nothing more. Hannibal is... fine with that. He is content having Will in any way that he is allowed if it means Will stays.Today is Hannibal's birthday. Will surprised him with a kiss.

This made me want to tear up in a good way. It is so TENDER. God, they are so soft and I love them.

le bel homme sans merci by nbcravenstag

Word Count: 7481 Summary: “La Belle Dame Sans Merci.” Will recites breathlessly.Hannibal lets out a pleased hum. “The painting is a rather whimsical rendition of the muse. Keats’ poem depicts a wretched end for the knight where he awakens alone in the field, abandoned by the love of his life, whereas Dicksee’s work focuses on the maiden’s affection and the knight’s surrender to his own heart. Everything he knows and feels, it all changes when he sees her for the first time." _________________ Hannibal leaves his sketchbook in Will's car. He can't stop himself from looking inside, from wanting to know, but he never expected every drawing to be of him.

Hannibal "accidentally" leaving his sketchbook in the car where Will will absolutely find it? Chefs kiss. THEY'RE IN LOVE.

Whiskey Lullaby by thisisthefamilybusiness

Word Count: 1943 Summary: Hannibal Lecter only gives one apology in his entire life, and it is to the man he never meant to kill, the one he murdered not with violence, not with a knife, not as the Chesapeake Ripper, but with assumptions and carelessness and arrogance, to Will Graham. (Fill for the following prompt on HannibalKink: "Alone on the Water-esque fic? "Will you miss me, Hannibal?" "Until the end of my days, William." For those not in the Sherlock fandom, it's basically a deathfic. You can do it with cancer, like AotW, or AIDS, Will's encephalitis....anything you want. Even maybe Hannibal killing Will and these are their last words? Just. Please. Hurt me.")

OUUUGGGHHHH. Thank you, Serri. Will dies because he's HIV+ and Hannibal didn't know and let the encephalitis get so bad that Will got full blown AIDS. Ouch.

Guidance by jonnimir

Word Count: 3511 Summary: Kinktober Day 30: Gagging + Swallowing.Will acts out at a party, and Hannibal helps him calm down by keeping his mouth otherwise occupied.

Will going into subspace!!! I do love a good cockwarming fic. (also this might be what i need when i'm throwing up an attitude shhhh...)

[weebnotheree]

♡𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒♡ || 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Blood Moon Ball

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Tomco moments (CASTOR IS M/N!!) m/n(castor) has golden eyes sometimes, well, born with them, but naturally supposed to have blue eyes.

[Scene 1*s1 ep 8*]

The ground shook as a burst of flames erupted from the ground. There stood a carriage and its horse. ¨Hey, that's a handicap spot,¨ a guy who was laying down, now sitting up, said before playing a few notes on his keytar.

A person stepped out of the carriage, walking with steps of fire into the school. He got stares. Some whispered, and some gawked. He finally reached his destination. Walking straight into the classroom stopping in front of a goth girl who was surprised by his sudden appearance. She was soon lifted along with her desk into the air by fire(which didn't harm her). He floated into the air toward Castor and Star who sat beside each other. Well, the siblings were surprised to see him IN THE MORTAL RELM! He took his shades off and tossed them aside. ¨Hey Castor, I'm here to take you[makes a crescent red moon with fire] to the Blood Moon Ball,¨ he announced with his arm stretched outward to him.

Being pushed outside with a fire trail behind as Castor repeated the word no. His sister followed behind. Star opened the door with her wand.¨You need to leave right now. Take your carriage,[hands him his book] and the fire, and dead horse and go back to the underworld,¨ Castor told him. The horse frowned as he looked at Castor ¨Wait, I'm dead?¨ the siblings put on dissatisfied neutral faces and started to head back to their classroom. But Tome grinned and pulled Castor back with his fire causing Star to stop ¨Tom! Put my brother down, right now.¨

[Aponi meaning Butterfly - since his last name is also Butterfly (^^;)]

¨Oh, come on Aponi. It's the Blood Moon Ball.[floats in the air holding Castor]It only happens once every 667 years¨ he said, dipping Castor. Castor has an instinct of teleporting when he feels like he needs to so he teleported next to Star. ¨We broke up, don't you remember? Or do I need to remind you?¨ ¨Period,¨ Star finished, pulling her brother along with her, and leaving.

¨Wait(x6)[grabs his hand]Castor, hang on. I'm a changed man ok. I've got a coach, Brian{¨Hey¨}he's awesome. A happy bunny and[shows pin] I have been anger free for 53 days,¨ he explained to him. Not gonna lie the siblings were astonished. ¨53?¨ both said at the same time. Tom grinned. ¨ Don't you wanna pet my bunny?¨

[Aponi meaning Butterfly - since their last name is butterfly (^^;)]

Star smiles at the bunny ¨Well, he is adorable,¨ she mentioned. Castor agreed as he was about to pet the bunny but Marco came up from behind them and karate-chopped Tom's hand off. ¨Hiya! Back off demon!¨ ¨Marco!¨ both of the twins exclaimed. Tom looked up evilly at Marco. His eyes lit bright red...¨Oh, no/Uh, oh...¨(both at the same time) Toms therapist went to him and grabbed his shoulders, walking him in a circle, saying ¨Walk it out and talk it out,¨ repeatedly as Tom's head and eyes didn't move from Marco's sight. ¨Marco...you'd better run,¨ Castor told him. ¨Yeah, Castor's right¨ star agreed. The two siblings started ushering Marco away in a different direction.

¨Oh, no(x8)*nervous laugh*That's..why i got my support system.¨ As saying so his hand was playing with the bunny. His hand floated back to his wrist. ¨I'm good. Got the angries out. Everything is [pets bunny fast] whoo, under control.¨ the bunny frizzed up. Both siblings could tell he was trying his best. But Castor could tell he was still mad, just faking it.

¨Marco, don't karate him. This is...Tom,¨ she told him sighing after. Marco's eyes widened a little ¨Demon ex-boyfriend Tom?¨ ¨Tom this is Marco(^^)¨ Castor said so kindly, too kindly. Tom hesitated. ¨Nice to uh meet you..Marco¨ he greeted as he shook his hand..(toms hand was still floating apart from his wrist) ¨Whaaat is he doing here?¨

Castor started answering Marco's question ¨Well he...um¨ (so she finishes it for him)¨-wants to take us to the Blood Moon Ball,¨ she muttered aloud. ¨Star, Castor, never go with a predator to a second location¨ he warned.

¨Look, I can see you're mad. You think I'm a total jerk, I get it. But I have changed,¨ he says looking at Castor before walking up to him as he grabbed his hands. ¨Remember[smiles] I'm not the only one with horns,¨ he mentioned, making the two siblings smile. The skeleton horse(on fire/with a frown) that was pulling the carriage interrupted

¨Why didn't you tell me I'm dead?¨ Marco got in front of the horse's view putting up his hands ready to karate chop Tom again. Tom put his hands up went up to the carriage and opened the door ¨Noo pressure. If you decide you guys are going, just toll this bell.¨ he handed Castor the bell, got in the carriage and it lit on fire. He slid his hand through the fire which created an opening. ¨Whoops[chuckles] almost forgot the little hammer. I hope I see you there¨ he says the last part specifically looking at Castor. After the carriage vanished both sibling frowned and their eyes sparkled.

At Marco's house. He wore a hat as he peered from a door. He squinted his eyes. ¨ You're making a big mistake you guys.¨ ¨Maybe, but it'll be fun,¨

¨Yeah, don't worry Marco¨ both siblings reassured him as went into the dressing room to change outfits.(They're comfortable changing next to each other bc they're siblings) Marco came in

¨Why don't you guys just stayy here where it's alwayys funn? Like [shrugs] guaranteed¨

¨Well, Castor wanted me to go with him. He was the one that was actually supposed to go. He said[mimics]If my sister can't come with me, then I'm not going.' And besides, this is a different kind of fun,¨ she says before pressing a button on the side of her mirror changing it into a dressing screen.

¨ Don't look, we're gonna change.¨

¨No peeking,¨ Castor throwing in a comment on purpose.(dw its not awkward for them-it happens on a regular basis, even ever since they were babies)

Marco put his Mexican hat in front of his face with a wee blush on his face. ¨Whatever. I just don't trust Tom. maybe I should go with you guys,¨ ¨Marco you weren't invited,¨ she informed him, giving Castor a hand gesture to help her with her dress.

¨Besides, you gotta trust us to do the right [gets magic device]thing for mySELLLF.¨ And vwella, her hair was done. ¨Aree you okay Star?¨

¨Yeeah, totally(x3). I just gotta stop using magic on um on my face.¨

Now, Castor..he thought it was ok but wanted to help out..just a little..right. Nah he did her whole outfit and everything...I guess.. He overdid it. But she still loved it. He has good taste you know. His whole fit was already done.

¨All I'm saying is guys like Tom, never change,¨he shakes his head as he sees Star's leg pointing outward to put on her thigh highs. He freaked out an looked away quickly.

¨Where, there's only one way for us to find out,¨ she said as they finished..or Castor helped her finish..then she slid the mirror changing screen over.

¨What do you think?/How do we look?¨ both say at the same time. It's a habit of theirs. Marco peeked from his hat to make sure the coast was clear to look.

(your fit and look and Stars)

¨You guys look..amazing,¨ he complimented.

¨Thanks, Marco. Castor helped me out with the look,¨ ¨Yeah, thanks, buddy¨

¨Don't gooo,¨ Marco whispered Star whispered back, and both siblings smiled. ¨We're totally goingg,¨ then Castor lifted the bell...and tolled it. [DONGGG]fire shot up from outside. A minotaur (?) with wings flew up to the balcony along with a bar with chains holding up a carriage with no wheels. It opens by itself and smoke clears out.

¨Hmm, smells like burnt toast,¨ she said walking towards it t get in. Castor followed. Marco watched them leave. ¨Let's get this show on the road!¨ she exclaimed, punching the roof of the carriage. ¨Which floor mortals?¨ the minotaur asked looking at them.

¨Um..I guess..the bottom,¨ she answers not sounding sure where they were supposed to go. Oh well, guess they'll figure it out huh? ¨HUH?![ready to get in]Let me just get in with you(UcU),¨ Marco obliged but Stars just shoved him out with her foot.

¨Goodbye Marco¨ they both smiled happily. Castor waved..but that soon turned into a grin after his sister starts a tactic to scare him ¨See you after the Blood Moon Ball~OoooOoo,¨ she says before the doors close themselves. The minotaur flew down as he vanished into the igniting fire.

You guys arrive at this big dance room and another bell rings. And there's Tom. He smiled at the two. ��Castor and Star Butterfly, don't you guys clean up nice.¨

¨Uh...thank you. I guess,¨ Castor was so quiet..why is he being so quiet today?

¨Um..Castor, I got you this,¨Tom reached out to hand him a gift...a 'pet-looking' spider to be specific. It caught his attention.

¨Hm? What is it?¨ Castor asked taking it. ¨Its..a hair thing. It goes in your hair. It'll help you fit in down here,¨ he explained.

{Sometimes he calls star Pollux — Castor is a bright star in the constellation Gemini that, along with Pollux, is one of the two main guideposts for the asterism that is sometimes nicknamed "The Twins." At magnitude 1.58, Castor is the 20th brightest star in Earth's night sky}

¨That's nice of you but..can it also be used as a pet?¨ he asked. ¨Oh, yeah, you can do that too,¨ Tom responded so Castor just put it on his shoulder. He didn't wanna ruin his hair. If he would've known Tom was gonna get him something he would've worn it but...nah.

¨Oh, I also got you one Star,¨ Tom says to be generous but she kinda sorta didn't want it..so she dodged it as he was trying to put it on her head. How sweet Tom. But yeah I kinda got my own thing goin' on here. I'm pretty happy with it you know. Castor did it for me can I don't wanna ruin it. Remember how he gets when its accidentally messed up,¨ she explained.

¨Oh, yeah[nervous laugh]right. I forgot,¨

Castor -¨I do not!¨ carrot exclaimed...Tom and Star made a sort of smirk like you sure bout that look.

¨Hey, Tom where'd you put the spider you were about to give me?¨

¨Oh, it's right here,¨ Tom says as he was about to give it to her. ¨Tom, if you put that in her hair I won't forgive you.¨ his eyes were golden with an intense glare. Tom retreated the spide back¨On second thought your hair looks nice,¨

Castor walked past his sister and says ¨Sister don't test my patients¨ she sweatdropped with a nervous laugh, ¨Rigght.¨

¨Let's get going shall we,¨ Tom said to break the tension. So they started walking. ¨Yeah lets go have fun now!¨ Star said excitedly. Tom grunted in a mad-ish manner. His therapist came up with his bunny ¨You can be positive that your anger is negative¨

So back at the house, Marco was super lonely. He was bored..there was nothing to do, he was also eating some tortilla chips. Soon enough he looked at the toll the siblings had left behind. Thinking if he should go or not even though he was told not to.

Back with Tom, Castor, and Star, were in line for a picture. A monster with a red cloak is ready to take the picture of a lovely monster couple. ¨Smmilee¨ [click] and pink blood spatted on them. ¨Beautiffulll¨

Next up, the siblings and Tom. ¨I am so excited to be covered in blood with you,¨ Tom tells Castor with a gentle tone, holding his hand. Along with that, Castor was holding his sister's hand with the other.

¨But don't worry, it's not real. it s from a unicorn,¨

¨My friend is a unicorn,¨ Star says budding in. ¨Well they're not related,¨ he told her. And her stubbornness not to try things his way was frustrating him.

¨I'm- We are not gonna bathe in unicorn blood Tom,¨ she told him. He repeatedly kept moving his hand behind his back grunting. ¨What's that hand doing back there/What're you doing?¨ they asked at the same time before they peeked being his back.

¨Nothing.¨ It was his bunny and his therapist. The therapist was holding the bunny up for him. Star: ¨Oh, wait a second–¨

Castor: ¨–Are you getting angry?¨ 

How was this so far?? I have more but i wanna post the other stories i had an idea for! BYE, I HOPE U ENJOED!!

[l-pandamatic-l]

Kyle x Marsh!Fem!Reader

' And Like Hell Is He Going To Let You Go...'

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So don't judge me BUT, I had this Kyle idea in my head and I just HAD to write it!

basically, you're Stan's sister, you grew up with the guys just all kinda hanging around a lot of the time so you just got used to it, not like they were your friends but yeah, but once you all get to high school, things develop.

CW/TW: slight sexual attraction implications, nothing else

You had grown up with your brother's friends just being around all the time. You knew them all, but it's not like they were your friends. But once you all got to high school, they started to talk to you a bit more. When your brother wasn't in class with you, they were actually pretty friendly. Eventually, you were invited to game nights and movies, every time Stan was out with friends, you got to tag along! Little would you know that it was all thanks to Kyle and Kenny and the way he looked at you. Even when you all were in middle school, he thought you were the most beautiful, intelligent girl he'd ever known. He wanted to talk to you all of the time, he loved listening to your voice, just letting you drone on for hours until your cheeks turned pink and you apologised for rambling. He'd just smile and ask you to continue, having no clue what you were even talking about. Kyle was so infatuated with you that it didn't take long for him to really come to terms with how he felt. Even though, he knew he would never be able to ask you out like he wished he could. Either Stan would drop him as a friend, you would horribly reject him, or both. Or so he thought. When all the guys were sleeping over at you and your brother's place, you snuck downstairs in the middle of the night for a quick snack to see a distraught Kyle sitting at the counter. You felt bad and decided it wouldn't hurt to sit down next to him and ask what was wrong. But, when you sat down, you could sense an awkward tension.

"Kyle," you asked, "Is everything alright? you seem kinda...off?" Kyle simply nodded, unable to say a word. You thought it might be that whatever was bothering him was just too difficult to talk about, but in truth, he was ashamed at the way he had eyed you up and down the minute you came downstairs. In your shorts, he could see the shape of your thighs, and the sleep shirt you wore left your shoulders exposed as it hung loose on your body. He tried to set his mind straight, telling himself that Kenny was just rubbing off on him, but when he looked up to see your angelic eyes, he knew he'd gone crazy. Crazy for you. He sighed, shaking his head, red curls falling in front of his face in shame. "It's..." he sighed, "It's a girl." He admitted, well, sort of. You did your best to hide the disappointment in your voice as you asked him to continue on. You honestly had always thought Kyle was so sweet, and you wouldn't mind having him around more often. He was cute and so kind to everyone, the perfect guy in your eyes. But, you had prepared yourself for this, He deserved some genius goddess, not you. Just the younger Marsh girl. "She- She's just- I-" Kyle struggled to find the words, groaning as he rand a hand down his face, stopping to cover his eyes and reddened cheeks. "She's smart. I could listen for hours about anything she wants to talk about. I love her voice and the way she explains everything she loves with- with this passion in her voice. And her looks, god, I don't even know where to start. She's the most gorgeous person I've ever met, and that's still an understatement!"

You listened, nodding as you held back your disappointment and sadness. "Well, why can't you just tell her? You know, that you like her so much?"

Kyle groaned, now fully aware of his predicament. "She'd say no. And it's not because she's like, mean or anything, just way too good for me. And even if she did say yes, she'd realise just how badly she messed up when she could've had the world and picked...well...me." You grabbed his hands in yours, a serious demeanour filling your body.

"What? Kyle you have got to be kidding me! Any girl would be lucky to have you! You're kind, and smart, and one of the only decent guys in the whole town! If that dream girl says no, then she never deserved your love and admiration in the first place! And-" You wanted to continue but you were cut off as Kyle's eyes began to water.

"You... really mean that?" He asked, voice strained with emotions you were more than surprised to hear coming from him.

"Well yes," you hesitated, "I mean that. You're a great guy, Kyle. It's kinda hard not to like you..."

He squeezed your hand before bringing his up to cup your cheeks, skimming his thumb over the skin there, sighing almost with relief.

You wanted to break the silence, ask him what was going through his head but you knew. You knew when he glanced down at your lips and up to you as if he were asking, pleading for an answer.

You gave him a clear yes as you bunched his shirt up in your hands and pulled his lips to yours.

Kyle let out a soft breath as his hands moved to tangle themselves in your hair, pulling you close, knowing he'd needed this for as long as he could remember. And now that he finally had it, like hell he was going to let you go.

[hmshermitcraft]

Cleo, Joel, Lizzie and Etho are all still learning the ins and outs of their new relationship but they all love each other. Sure Lizzie fuels Etho’s love of chaos and Joel is still getting used to the occasional temporary petrification from Cleo. But their making it work! But both Etho and Cleo can tell Lizzie is hiding something about herself and Joel ain’t talking not that they can blame him considering how they’ve seen Lizzie freeze like a dear in headlights at the sound of a sudden sneeze. But there’s something…odd happening with her the occasional bloodstain here and extra bandages and patches on her there it’s concerning. But it’s not their place to say anything so they’ll wait til their new partners are ok to talk about it.

And boy did they not expect what would happen not three days later. So the four were out just wandering the forests along with some of the other hermits and emperors until they all had to split up because of a pillager raid where the four had gotten backed into a corner and Joel got a crossbow bolt to the arm. And from there Etho and Cleo just saw Lizzie froze slowing seeing her pupils turn blood red before turning to the pillagers and charging at them laughing like a maniac tearing them apart limb from limb. Frankly both hermits have seen people with violent streaks before mainly False and Wels going apeshit on mobs after a frustrating day. But this…this was different they just looked at Joel who was sighing giving them a look of they’ll both explain later.

When Lizzie stopped her little rampage she froze and looked at herself before crying hard. Cleo hadn’t seen her cry that hard since she burned down the fairy fort back in last life. Her rambling about how Etho and Cleo will hate her now that she’s a monster and so many other things that broke her three partners hearts. So Joel picked her up off the ground and led the way back to their shared little home where he slowly explained while tucking her into bed that Lizzie came from…a bad place somewhere she only told him about once that made her have a literal kill switch the second she saw something hurt something she cared about. She’d snap and destroy it frankly both Etho and Cleo found it hard to believe that someone such as sweet and pure as Lizzie could cause such destruction. But Joel kept explaining that she hates when this happens and it leaves her feeling awful for the next few days worried the slightest thing will set her off.

Man’s when Lizzie woke up she explained the rest to both Etho and Cleo in private. They’d never seen her cry so much she gripped the sheets so hard they were both positive she was gonna rip them. But when she looked at them with teary closed eyes saying. “If you both wanna leave I understand I’m a monster after all…” And before she could say another word both of them hugged her and whispered her sweet nothings as they gave her kisses and held her until she started crying again. They all had their dark secrets but they would never stop loving Lizzie or Joel because of them.

Rando anon

They don't want Lizzie to feel that way about something that's, ultimately, to protect her and the people she cares about. If she thinks it makes her a monster then sure, she's in good company! When Cleo first died she was far less civilised than she is now. And Etho has been through a few ultra hardcore situations himself.

They can't promise her they'll never give it a reason to happen again, because, well... Then they wouldn't really be living. But they won't take advantage of it, that's for sure.

They can figure everything out lately. But, now they're going to look after Lizzie and make sure she recovers from that properly.

[livelaughwhump]

Worthless - Part 19

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Content: panic attack, very brief mention of noncon, dehumanization, self-deprecation, self-hatred, former pet whumpee

If I missed any content warnings, please let me know!

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Colleen solemnly watched Lyra lead Elliot away. There was an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of her stomach that she couldn't identify. It was cold and unfriendly and Colleen did not care for it.

"That poor boy," She whispered.

Landon nodded. "I told you it was bad."

Colleen ignored him. "He's so small and thin. If I had known how bad it was, I never would've come."

"I told you not to," Landon reminded her. "I tried to warn you."

"I thought you were just making excuses to keep me away. I thought you were embarrassed to introduce me to your friends or something."

"Coll—"

Colleen held up a hand to show that she was no longer listening to him. Landon rolled his eyes as Colleen set her gaze on Karine. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Karine sighed. "Look, you seem like a really nice person, and we certainly could use the help, but I just don't think it's a good idea to introduce Elliot to someone new so soon after he was rescued. Especially because he's barely comfortable around us. I'm sorry."

"I understand," Colleen said. "But there's gotta be something I can do. I can't just leave knowing what that poor boy has gone through."

"Colleen," Landon cut in. "Karine is right. Elliot's just not ready."

"You don't know that. Why don't I just talk to him for a bit, one on one? Then, if he wants me to leave, I'll go. I think it should be up to him."

Yvonne shook her head. "Forcing him to make decisions is a big mistake, Colleen. If you spent any amount of time with him, you'd realize that very quickly."

"Then let me spend some time with him. Let him get to know me, and if I find some way to help him, I'll run it by you. If anything goes wrong, or if Elliot gets uncomfortable, I'll leave, I promise."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Landon questioned. "What if you just end up making things worse?"

"I don't think it's a horrible idea, as long as maybe Lyra supervises," Broderick added.

"Why would they need to supervise?" Colleen asked.

"Because Lyra and Elliot grew up together," Yvonne explained. "She practically raised him. He trusts her the most, so he'd probably be more willing to open up with her around."

Colleen nodded in understanding. "That's reasonable."

"He would have to be willing to talk in the first place though," Yvonne continued. "He's very timid, and ambushing him will only make things worse."

Landon threw his hands up in exasperation. "Am I the only one that thinks this is a bad idea?"

Colleen glared at her older brother and rested her hands on her hips. "Why are you so against it, Landon? I just want to get to know him a little bit."

"Because I know you, Coll. I know how stubborn you are and when you have your mind set on something, you're not exactly kind about getting what you want."

Colleen rolled her eyes. "Landon, I am a grown woman with two kids. Despite what you may believe, I am not fifteen anymore. I'm mature enough to speak to another adult without your input."

"A severely traumatized adult whom you know absolutely nothing about," Landon corrected. "You've barely spoken five words to him."

"Which is why I want to get to know him." Colleen turned away from her brother and toward the team leader instead. "Karine, you're the leader, right? What do you think?"

All eyes turned to Karine for the final verdict. Karine sighed and rubbed a hand over their sweat-soaked forehead. "Look, I get that you want to help, and I don't have a problem with you trying to talk to Elliot, but I need you to understand that if anything happens to him, I can't promise that you'll ever be welcome back here again. I know you're Landon's sister, and like I said, you seem like a really nice person, but we are all very protective over Elliot and we all want what's best for him. So, if you hurt him in any way, you may not be welcome back here. Understood?"

The silence between the five individuals was palpable. Landon, Yvonne, and Broderick were shocked to hear such harsh words come out of Karine's mouth, but they weren't as surprised as they probably should've been.

Colleen, on the other hand, wasn't as shocked as she was impressed. It was refreshing to hear how protective Karine was over Elliot. Colleen nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Understood."

Karine nodded sternly. "Great. I'll go talk to Lyra and Elliot, and then I'll be right back."

Colleen couldn't help the smile growing across her face as Karine disappeared down the hall to run the idea by Elliot and Lyra. She couldn't figure out why she was so excited. Perhaps it was the idea of easing her brother's burden, just as he had done for her many times. Or perhaps it was something else. Colleen didn't know, but she couldn't shake the anticipation she felt.

When Karine returned, her expression was unreadable. Her hands were shoved into her pockets and she released a heavy sigh once she rejoined the group. "So, Elliot is okay with it." Colleen's eyes lit up. "But," Karine continued. "You only have fifteen minutes and Lyra is going to be in there the whole time, unless Elliot explicitly asks them to leave. Understand?"

Colleen nodded. "I understand. Thank you all for being so understanding."

"Why are you so excited about this, Coll?" Landon asked.

Colleen turned her gaze onto her brother. "Because this team is an important part of your life, Landon. If it's possible for me to help ease your burden, then I want to try."

"Elliot is not a burden," Landon assured her.

"I didn't mean to imply that he was. I just mean that all of you are going through something intense, and I want to support you, all of you."

"That's very kind of you, Colleen," Karine said. She shifted her weight nervously from side to side. "But I don't think you realize how serious this is. Elliot was held captive for a year and he's only been back for a few weeks."

Colleen nodded. "I understand."

"Do you? I know Landon explained what happened to him, but I guarantee it's worse than he described."

"Karine, I'll be gentle, I promise. Lyra will be there and she can kick me out at any point if something happens."

Karine sighed, her shoulders heaving beneath the stress of the situation. "Fine. I'm choosing to trust you. Please don't make that a mistake."

"I won't, I promise."

Karine pursed her lips and clenched her jaw. "Okay. Follow me."

Colleen did as Karine asked until they reached Elliot's door. At which point, Karine gently pushed the door open, revealing Elliot sitting cross-legged atop his bed and Lyra sitting beside him, gently combing his hair with their fingers. He was shaking like a leaf and his eyes were glued to the floor. Colleen could've sworn she heard a tiny squeak when the door opened. She really hoped this wasn't a bad idea.

Karine closed the door behind her and Colleen awkwardly stood beside it, unsure of how to start the conversation.

. . .

Elliot leaned into Lyra's touch and tried to quell his trembling.

"It's okay," Lyra whispered, only to him. "I'm here for you."

Tears pricked at the edge of Elliot's vision, but he forced himself to hold them back.

Colleen cleared her throat and Elliot flinched at the sudden noise. "Oh, I'm sorry, hun. I didn't mean to startle you."

Elliot curled up into a tighter ball and said nothing as Lyra continued to play with his greasy hair.

Look at you, dumb, useless dog. Weren't you supposed to be getting better? Is this how a human being reacts to meeting a stranger? Pathetic.

Elliot's lower lip started wobbling, but he wouldn't let himself cry. "H-Hello, M-Miss Colleen," he forced himself to say. It took all his strength to push out those three words and a sensation of physical exhaustion swept over him once he finished.

Colleen smiled so wide her cheeks turned pink. "Hello, honey. I'm so glad to finally meet you. It's been a long time coming, eh?"

Elliot nodded, his shoulders tensing despite Colleen's relaxed demeanor. "Y-Yes, ma'am."

Awkward silence filled the room again. Elliot focused on the feeling of Lyra's fingers moving along his scalp in order to ground himself. He loved the feeling; it made him feel so safe and loved to be touched so gently.

Colleen was the next to break the silence. "Do you mind if I sit with you? I promise not to get too close or touch you without permission."

Elliot didn't know what to say. She was asking him so many questions! What if he said something wrong? What if she ended up hating him? What if she told Landon about what a bad dog he was and then made Landon hate him too?

"Sunshine?" Lyra's gentle voice said, breaking through the unending list of worries continuing to build in Elliot's mind. Elliot turned his tired eyes over to his best friend. "Are you okay? You spaced out there for a second."

Elliot stared blankly at them until his mind caught up to the situation. Colleen had asked him a question and he had yet to answer her. Instead, he'd just sat there and zoned out like an idiot.

Stupid mutt

"O-Oh," he said, his cheeks turning bright pink with embarrassment. "I'm s-sorry."

"It's okay," Lyra assured him. "Colleen just asked if she could sit with you. Is that okay?"

Anxiety flooded Elliot's system; the color drained from his face and his trembling quickened. "U-Um...s-s-sure."

Colleen smiled sadly. "If you're not comfortable with it, that's okay. I don't want you to push yourself. I'm fine standing if that'll make you more comfortable."

Elliot nodded, struggling to regain control of his breathing. "It's-It's n-not my place to-to tell you what to-to do, M-Miss. I kn-know my place."

Colleen glanced between Elliot and Lyra, her pitiful expression growing even more so. "I'll just stand for now, then. No big deal."

Elliot couldn't help but feel the smallest bit relieved. As nice as Colleen seemed on the surface, he still didn't know her, nor did he know what she was capable of.

"So," Colleen began. "Landon told me what happened to you."

Elliot gasped, his face turning red-hot. Of all the things he expected her to say, that wasn't one of them. Why was she here, then? To taunt him about it? To make fun of him? To rent him out? He'd never been used by a woman before. He wondered what that would entail.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Colleen gently assured him. Her voice was warm and comforting, like a cup of hot tea on a rainy day. She was knelt in front of him, her warm, soft hands gently gripping his. "There's nothing to be scared of. I'm not here to hurt you, I promise. I'm just here to find out what I can do to help."

"That's very sweet of you, Colleen," Lyra put in. "But I'm not sure there is anything you can do. Unless you're a therapist."

Colleen's face fell slightly. "I'm afraid I'm not a therapist, but I am a mom." That caught Elliot's attention. She gently squeezed one of his hands. "And I heard you could probably use one of those."

Before Elliot had the chance to even process what she'd said, Lyra stepped in, "I think that's overstepping a bit, Colleen." Their voice was suddenly much more stern and serious than it had been previously. Elliot turned his gaze over to them and found a protective demeanor had fallen over them.

Colleen suddenly released her gentle grip on Elliot's hands. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything negative. I just meant that I have two kids of my own, so I know how to—"

"Elliot's not a kid," Lyra reminded her.

"Of course not," Colleen said. "I just—"

"I think you should go."

Colleen's eyes widened and her countenance gave away how hurt she was. "But—" As she glanced over at Elliot, the way his shoulders shook and his short, uneven breaths became even more apparent. "Honey, are you crying?"

Elliot held his breath. He wasn't crying. In fact, he was trying as hard as he could not to, but with every passing second, his tears threatened to overwhelm him.

Lyra put a hand on his back. "Sunshine?"

Elliot didn't know what to do. He couldn't speak without bursting into tears, but he didn't know how much longer he could hold them back anyway.

As if on cue, tears burst from Elliot's eyes and he buried his face in his hands. "I'm s-sorry," he squeaked out from between his fingers.

Lyra rubbed his back soothingly, coaxing out the pent up emotions he'd been trying to hide. "Sunshine, you have nothing to be sorry for. You didn't do anything wrong."

Elliot was all but sobbing now, his small body shaking beneath the weight of his emotions. "P-Please, don't f-fight b-because of me. I'm s-sorry."

Understanding bloomed on both of their faces, eyes going wide. Lyra gently squeezed Elliot's hand. "Sunshine—"

"Lyra?" Colleen interrupted. Lyra tore their gaze away from Elliot and fixed it on their guest. "Can I try something?"

Lyra hesitated. Elliot's breath caught in his throat when he processed Colleen's request. What did 'something' mean? What was she going to do to him?

Elliot didn't hear Lyra grant Colleen's request, but he assumed they had when Colleen slowly kneeled in front of where Elliot sat. Her face was a mixture of emotions, from sympathy to apprehension to regret. She didn't try to hide any of it, and for some reason, Elliot found a small semblance of comfort in that.

Colleen gave Elliot a gentle smile, but it didn't look fake or forced. Just like everything else about her, it seemed entirely genuine. "Elliot?" She began. "I need you to look into my eyes." Elliot did just that; the ocean blue of his eyes slowly rose to meet the sparkling jade of hers. Her smile widened. "Good. May I touch you?" Elliot gasped and shrank back a little, until she said, "Just your hands, I promise. I should've worded that better. May I hold your hands?" Elliot hesitated and then nodded slowly.

Colleen took gentle hold of both of Elliot's shaking hands as she continued to stare into his cerulean eyes. Elliot expected her to speak, to offer some words of comfort, just as everyone else did. So, when she remained completely silent and perfectly still, Elliot grew confused. Still, he continued to so as he was told, never taking his eyes off of hers. Her hands were warm and her eyes were kind and gentle. The longer he stared into them, the more his body seemed to relax. Perhaps it was the confusion that calmed his racing heart, or perhaps it was something else. Nevertheless, it didn't take long for the panic plaguing Elliot's system to completely disperse.

Colleen smiled. "Feel better?"

He did feel better, and that's what was so confusing. "Wh-What did you d-do to me?" He mumbled, his voice still shaky and broken.

Colleen giggled. "Nothing. I just helped ground you."

Lyra raised a skeptical brow. "That was...interesting. Are you sure you're not a therapist?"

Colleen smirked. "I promise I'm not, but I've been going to therapy for at least ten years at this point, and I've had my fair share of panic attacks. This is something my therapist used to do with me when I was younger."

"Th-Thank you, M-Miss Colleen," Elliot sniffled.

"No problem, hun. You can just call me Colleen if you want."

Elliot shook his head. "Th-That's okay, Miss. I-I kn-know my place. I know how to-to address my s-superiors."

Elliot was proud of himself. Surely, he had pleased her with his response. After all, she'd wasted so much energy on him already. He had to show her that he still knew his place.

But based on the look on Colleen's face, he hadn't pleased her. In fact, he seemed to have done the opposite. She looked horrified by what he'd said. What had he said wrong? He was trying to be polite and respectful. He was trying to be good.

Bad dog

Elliot bowed his head. "I'm s-sorry, Miss. I-I didn't mean to-to offend you."

"Oh, honey, you didn't. I was just a little shocked, that's all. Don't apologize."

Even after she said it, Elliot had to resist the urge to apologize. What could he say if not that he was sorry?

"Sunshine?" Lyra said. "I'm going to talk to Miss Colleen outside for a second. Do you need anything?"

Talk? Talk about what? Were they going to plan a punishment for him? Were they going to laugh at how clearly broken he was? Were they going to complain to each other about his insolence and complete inability to do as he was told?

Despite the anxious throughts coursing through his brain, Elliot merely nodded with his head turned downwards.

Lyra nodded and gently ruffled his hair. "Okay. Just come find us if you need anything, 'kay?" He nodded again. With that, Elliot was left to his thoughts, listening to the muffled voices on the other side of his door.

Stupid mutt. They hate you! They're probably planning to send you back to your master to be properly trained. Maybe they've finally realized that you're more trouble than you're worth. They want nothing to do with you

Elliot wanted to argue with the voice in his head. The team had been so nice to him. Surely they weren't planning to throw him out. Right?

Despite his better judgement, Elliot found himself sat on his floor with his ear pressed to the door. He hated to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to know what his friends were saying about him.

Bad dog

Elliot flinched.

Landon's was the first voice to come through clearly. "I told you it was bad, Colleen. I told you not to come."

"I'm sorry, Landon!" Colleen shouted. "You didn't tell me how bad it was. In fact, you didn't tell me anything! How was I meant to know?"

"Quiet! He'll hear you."

The voices grew more muffled after that, so Elliot was forced to open the door in order to hear them. Elliot flinched each time the door creaked, but his friends were too enthralled in their conversation to notice.

"You were amazing, Colleen," Lyra said. "I'm still not quite sure what you did, but it certainly worked."

"It was nothing. I'm just glad I could help. It pains me to see that poor boy suffering so much. I don't understand how anyone could want to hurt him."

"Neither do we," Yvonne's voice added. "Elliot is the sweetest, most gentle soul I've ever met. Seeing him go through all of this is harder than anything we've ever experienced."

Tears flooded Elliot's eyes and his lower lip started wobbling. He was hurting his friends. He was making their lives miserable just by existing. He should've known.

"It's only been a few weeks," Broderick said. "But I don't know what we're going to do when we have to go on missions again. I mean, we're not hard off for money yet, but there are six of us. Eventually, we'll have to start taking jobs again and I'm not sure he'll be ready for that."

"It's not like we can leave him here either, though," Landon pointed out. "I mean, what if Whitlock is keeping an eye on him and just waiting for the perfect moment to take him back?"

Elliot stifled a gasp. Master was coming back for him? No, that wasn't possible. Elliot Pet was a useless dog. Why would Master want anything to do with it? Especially after it let itself get stolen.

"I mean, you didn't see the pictures he sent us, Colleen," Landon continued. "You didn't read his message. Whatever you're imagining happened to Elliot isn't nearly as bad as the truth, trust me. We've seen it."

Pictures?

What pictures? What message? Did Master send something to the team? No, that couldn't be true. Surely they would've told Elliot if Master had tried to contact them. So then what was Landon talking about?

"He sent you pictures?" Colleen exclaimed. "Of what?"

"Of Elliot," Karine answered. "He basically sent us pictures of everything he did to Elliot."

Elliot's eyes widened. Master had sent them pictures? That means that they had seen everything that happened to him. Why wouldn't they tell him? This couldn't be true. Surely he had misheard them, right?

Elliot couldn't bear to listen a second longer. All the air was stolen from his lungs and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He stumbled backwards, away from the door, and quickly scrambled over to his window. He needed fresh air. He felt like he was suffocating.

This can't be true. It can't be.

As Elliot opened his window, he couldn't help the feeling of betrayal that overcame him. Why wouldn't his friends tell him that Master had tried to contact them? What did his message say and what kind of pictures had he sent? What had they seen?

Before Elliot could realize what he was doing, he was standing in a pile of snow on the other side of his window. He hadn't been out of the safe house since his rescue, but he couldn't bear to stay in that room a second longer.

They hate you. They're better off without you. All you do is cause problems. It would be so much better for everyone if you just disappeared!

Disappear. Maybe the voice was right. Maybe everyone would be happier if he disappeared. The team would be safe from Master. They wouldn't be woken up in the middle of the night by his incessant nightmares. They could start going to missions again without having to worry about leaving him behind. Yeah...it would be better for everyone.

So with that thought lingering at the forefront of his mind, Elliot started walking, with the team's safe house disappearing into the distance behind him.

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I really hope you enjoyed this chapter!! Sorry it took a million years, but life has been really busy for me lately. Still, I'm very much looking forward to chapter 20 😈

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[kjs-s]

Charm on aisle five

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: falling in love at the supermarket wasn’t on your to-do list today, yet here you were snatching looks at a cute stranger.

 Word Count: 1023

Warnings: none

A/N This is my first entry for @caplanbuckybarnes's summary challenge. The prompt was the summary.

Deciding to make a handmade wrap for your best friend's birthday gift was a fun idea. That is up until you found yourself looking for glitter and ribbon. After not finding anything close to the ones you wanted at the local craft store you tried your luck at the last resort, a supermarket.

You luckily found what you needed right away and you decided to take your time to pick one more glitter color to use. After picking up some golden ones you felt someone tapping you on the shoulder.

''Excuse me, could you help me find something?'' You turned and saw a sweet little old lady next to you with a shopping list with at least twenty items on it.

''I know that you don't work here but I looked everywhere and I can't find any employees anywhere. I only need three things. Could you please help me find them?'' She smiled at you and when you agreed to assist her she handed you her list. It had most of the items crossed off bar from indeed just three things, milk, eggs, and sugar. Two of those you knew where they were and only one you had to look for.

''Come with me, the milk is just in the next aisle. I will help you choose the one you need if you tell me what you are planning to use it for. Maybe you are baking something?'' You led her to the right way. Then you crossed paths with a beautiful brunette woman wearing a red jacket. She was picking up craft supplies and didn't seem to notice you admiring her.

You helped the old woman pick the right milk after he had explained with too many details that she was planning to make a caramel pudding.

The eggs were close by so that only left you to find where the sugar was. You glanced around the aisle you were on and right then locked eyes with the brunette you saw earlier. You thought she smiled at you but you told yourself that it must have been in your imagination.

''I will go and take and look around the store for the sugar. You stay here and if I find someone who works here I will send them your way.'' You took off and thankfully found the sugar easily before returning and giving it to the old lady. She thanked you profusely and you wished her luck with her baking. Once again you looked at the woman with those pretty eyes from earlier.

You turned around towards the other way hoping she didn't notice you staring at her. While you were helping the old lady you had put down your things so you had to go back to get your glitter and ribbon. Standing up you saw the pretty girl again and she walked over to stand next to you. You thought that a conversation hopefully wouldn't hurt.

'Nice jacket. I love that color.''

''Thank you, it's my favorite one. Hey, I noticed you helping someone earlier. Do you mind if I asked for your opinion on something?'' She smiled sweetly at you making you feel a little flutter at how good-looking she was.

''Of course, I hope I can help you with anything you want.'' You wished she had a complicated thing to ask that required a big explanation to keep you talking to her for more time.

''I am trying to make a gift for my friend's kid. Do you think those two colors could go well together?'' She held up two ribbons in front of her. One of them was maroon and the other one was lavender.

''I like those but I would probably go with the violet one instead. It would work better together, don't you think?'' You took the violet one and held it up next to the maroon ribbon.

''You have a good eye. I am very lucky I ran into you. I'm Wanda by the way.'' She extended her hand that wasn't holding a basket and you struggled to hold all your items in one hand to shake it.

''I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you, Wanda. And I'm glad I could help you with your ribbon picking. I'm sure your gift will be very well received. I am actually making one myself for a friend of mine.'' You showed her the items you had picked.

''Helpful and creative. Seems like must be the perfect person.'' She smiled and made you blush with her compliment.

''I wouldn't say that. I am just trying to be nice to people. There is enough negativity around. We shouldn't add more to it.''

''I like that way of thinking. Also being nice to people could make someone's day. Like your helped made my morning.'' She paused for a second not wanting to leave just yet to end but felt she was keeping you from your plans.

''Happy to hear that. But I am done with my shopping. I shouldn't keep you from anything Wanda.''

''I am done as well. Maybe walk to the checkout with me?'' The two of you checked out together still chatting a little about the gifts you were about to make.

When you exited the supermarket you stood there trying to figure out how to not end the conversation just yet.

''It was nice meeting you (Y/N). I hope I will see you around soon. Wanda felt like she was bothering you and that you probably just wanted to leave.

''I hope so too Wanda. And if you have a pet or consider getting one I work at the pet shop around the corner from here.'' You pointed in the direction of the shop.

''I found a lost dog last night, believe it or not. I was looking into local vets and pet stores this morning so I will definitely visit yours tomorrow to get some things for him. And of course to see you again.''

''I can't wait, see you tomorrow.'' You walked home with a smile on your face and a little pep in your steps mirroring Wanda's as she did the same thing.

[countrymusiclover]

47 - Vampire Friends

Part 48

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Missy’s pov

Walking through the hallway of Mystic high standing beside my boyfriend’s locker waiting to leave when he got out of school for the day. Hearing footsteps and a familiar heartbeat rhythm that I would know anywhere coming towards me. “M & M, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you, E. Hey, you okay?.” I admit pushing my body away from the lockers and he smiled seeing me wearing one of his sweatshirts that he had left in my room back at the mansion.

He shifted from foot to foot telling me he was nervous when he wouldn’t look me in the eye. “Uh yeah. Just got into a fight with one of my former teammates in class a minute ago.”

“What was the fight over?” I tilted my head to the side.

He shook his head avoiding my gaze still. “Please don’t think less of me because it was about…you.”

“Me. Why me?” I questioned him.

Ethan finally looked into my eyes. “You’re kidding right. You’re amazing and not just because you are a vampire and a witch.”

“Ethan…” I smiled at the human boy feeling my turn red at his words. I didn’t care if he was human and I was supernatural. That wasn’t what drew me to him, what drew me in was how nice he is to people.

He shoved his hands inside the pocket of his gray sweatshirt he wore. “Dennis was talking crap about you. He said you were a slut and the only reason I was with you was because your family is rich. Even though that’s not the case at all.”

“Hmm, I’m glad you stuck up for me.” I nodded in understanding.

He corrected me. “Andrea, Lizzie and your Uncle Klaus showed up too. Andrea probably would have thrown Dennis like a rag doll if they hadn’t got there sooner.”

“She does have the family werewolf temper that’s for sure. But she’s like every member of the Mikaelson and Lane family. Just doing what we can to look out for each other.” I sighed where we started heading to go get into his truck.

He walked closely beside me letting some silence fall upon us briefly. “So…have you given what I asked anyone thought after talking with your other Headmistress?”

“Ethan, I really don't want this to come up in every conversation we have now. We're already taking a big risk being together as is.” I sighed heavily, sending him a slight glare.

The boy gave me a confused glance. “What kind of risk? You already showed yourself that you can handle not feeding from me.”

“My parents are fine with us being together. But our former headmaster Alaric Saltzman is afraid that if humans and the supernatural date bad things could happen like he had seen before his daughters were born. If he saw us together like this he wouldn't be happy.”

“Missy, what are you doing here?” We paused in our tracks when I looked over my shoulder seeing Josie coming around the corner.

“Hanging out with my boyfriend. Why are you here?”

“I saw what happened on the football field. So I thought I should check on Ethan.” She answered.

Someone else could be heard where the three of us all saw MG coming towards us with Dr. Saltzman on his heels. “Jo, Missy. Andrea told me what happened.”

“Does everyone need to know about our personal lives!” Throwing my hands up away from my sides the veins were appearing underneath my eyes out of frustration.

Dr. Saltzman came over to me and Ethan. “Melissa, do you want to explain to me why you’re clearly dating a human?”

“Uh sir…it’s because I know that she’s supernatural.” Ethan stepped forward looking at the former headmaster of our school.

Alaric moved his gaze from all the teenagers around him. “Find an empty classroom now. We need to talk all of us.” He instructed pushing us into the nearest room and locking the door.

“Dr. Saltzman, we shouldn’t have to compel him.” MG first started the conversation.

Dr. Saltzman answered him. “It's about what's best for Ethan.”

“Is it? Or is it more like keeping our secrets safe at his expense?” He made a face.

Josie replied. “Burdening Ethan with it won't end well, either. Dad's right. We can't risk it.”

“No offense, Jo, but what are you really worried about risking?” MG asked.

“Do I get a vote?” Ethan spoke to sitting on the couch with me.

Alaric looks in our direction. “Well, this isn't a democracy. But we can hear what you have to say.”

“I think it's really cool that MG has superpowers, because I already know about Missy so it's not that different.” My boyfriend began explaining by taking my hand in his. “She told me everything about the school and her family so I understand why you'd want to keep that a secret. And I'm happy to keep it.”

Alaric nodded. “Yes, I believe you. But I made your mother a promise that I'd look after you and keep you safe. MG? Please compel him. That's my decision.”

“Compel me to do what?” Ethan got to his feet when MG came closer to him.

MG grabbed his shoulder with me just sitting there hands clasped together in my lap. “There's no reason to be scared. You had a bad day. You got cut from the football team and you're mad about it, so you went home after gym class. But you're gonna wake up tomorrow feeling better. And you're gonna find what makes you happy that's not football, then go after it. But you're not going to remember this conversation or anything that happened with us today or what happened between you and Missy.”

Ethan paused for a second before answering. “I feel better already. I don't remember a thing.”

“So you don't remember the thing you're not supposed to remember?” Josie made a face.

MG glanced at Alaric then to me. “Is there any possibility that you told his mom about vervain?”

“Son of a bitch….Melissa why are you smirking?” Alaric noticed my current expression that crossed my face.

I had a huge smirk on my lips like I had seen my father have growing up when his enemies thought they could beat him. “Because I blocked your compulsion. You see I only compelled him once as my own way of protecting him.”

“You’re talking about how I can remember your family of supernaturals and the school everytime I see you.” Ethan put the piece together

Lowering my gaze to the tile floor I prayed for his response. “Please don’t be angry with me, E.”

“I get it, M & M. I get why you were afraid of me being in danger.” My boyfriend made a half smile cross my lips.

“Missy will undo the compulsion she did on him. Then you and MG can try having that, uh, conversation again. If something different than that happens, give me a call.” Alairc and Josie left the room needing to talk.

MG turned on his feet talking to me. “Missy, I don’t want you to compel him but you heard Dr. Saltzman.”

“He’s not my father! He’s also not the headmaster anymore. My parents are so ask them, Milton.” I snapped at the vampire, he thinks he can talk me into this but he should know better than to challenge a Mikaelson.

MG gave me a look wishing my answer was different. “Huh then this is going to take some more time then Dr. Saltzman wants.” He slumped his shoulders moving over towards the couch.

Ethan leaned against the window, arms crossed over his chest. “I guess we got time to kill. Might as well tell me your origin story.”

MG disagreed. “Uh, I don't think that's a good idea.”

“Why not? You're just gonna wipe my memory anyway, right? Kind of like how Zatanna mind-wiped Batman.” Ethan shrugged his shoulders

MG saw a grin cross my face when he asked him. “In Identity Crisis issue number six. Hold on, hold on. How'd you know?”

“All right, look, I would never admit this to anyone, but...I've loved comic books since I was a kid.” Ethan chuckled and MG joined him with my phone vibrating showing a text from my father probably asking where I was. “You're a vampire too.”

MG was now sitting on the couch. “Now, it's nowhere near as dope as getting bitten by some radioactive bat or anything, but, uh, yeah, it's the truth.”

“It's still cool as hell. Super strength? Super speed? The blood thing is a bit of a bummer, but the only bad part was your mom and dad not accepting you for what you are.” Ethan grinned lowering his smile when he thought about how it was different than my situation.

MG stopped chuckling. “Yeah. That part was, uh, definitely rough.”

“My story's the opposite. My mom's done everything she can to support me, even letting me stay here in Mystic Falls to let me make the most of what I got. Which isn't much, compared to you. But that's why getting cut hurts so much, 'cause I don't know how to tell her. Or who I am without football. Wait, can you compel that into me?” Ethan sighed heavily confiding in me and MG the stress in his human life.

MG leaned back on the couch. “Uh...Yeah. But, um, I'd rather help you figure that out on the other side.”

“Well, I'm curious about your next move.” Ethan said knowing I wouldn’t compel the truth from him. “You can say that you're not a superhero, but that's a load of crap. If there's one thing guys like us know, with great power comes great responsibility. So how are you gonna use those powers for good?

My phone vibrates in my pocket where I put it to my ear standing away in the corner from the two boys hearing my father’s voice. “Melissa, finally I thought we agreed no ignoring my text messages.”

“Sorry, dad. There’s some stuff going on with Ethan. What’s wrong?” I asked him.

My father responded before he hung up the phone. “Your mother is running off somewhere and I’m going to follow her. I’ll be back in a few days.”

“Hey guys so if we are keeping this whole friendship/ relationship a secret we should probably get out of here. How about we go toss the old pigskin around?” Clasping my hands together I went back to the guys who ended their conversation. MG nodded and Ethan had a huge grin on his face.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[sprolden]

hey there! i want you to know that i’ve never watched an episode of riverdale ever, the only thing i ever knew about it before tonight was that someone throws babies over a fire or something?? (saw it in one of those ‘whcih of these didn’t happen’ things)

i followed you for tsc stuff, but your posts about today’s finale made my head spin. i thought riverdale was a mainstream typical heterosexual show w/ bad scriptwriting tbh, based on the look of it? i’m ace so i’d seen ppl complain about jughead’s ace erasure, but i did not know literally anything else about this show? so your blog tonight deeply confused me, but in a fun way, so i decided to go to the tag and try and figure it out.

and, oh my word. never seen an ep of this thing but i’m sitting here with tears rolling down my face, i can’t stop laughing, i cannot believe they ended it like this, this is absolutely hilarious and iconic and what the hell levels of finale….. i feel for y’all and i’m happy for y’all and i kinda wish i’d watched this show before it ended.

also…… i must ask how it feels to be a part of two fandoms in whcih two ‘finales’ have both been extremely unbelievably chaotic and ended w/ a polycule to avoid ship wars in which the polycule breaks up at some point in said finale (if i’m understanding riverdale’s finale right?)……. as someone who loved qoaad but had no clue what was happening i cannot help but wonder what y’all must be thinking of this episode, it seems even crazier than thule and sebastian and janus and annabel from the edgar allen poe poem and your boyfriend literally selling his soul to his job but telling you two to be happy and😭😭

welcome to riverdale insanity. i hope your adventure has made you want to watch this show. i can try to explain it to you but i physically can't put this show into words (i can actually, they're "camp" and "metanarrative")

basically: riverdale is an intentionally batshit insane show which started out as a somewhat normal teen drama. most people, however, stopped watching after the crazy got turned up a notch and because of that most people still think it's a teen drama and the writing's just bad. but it's not bad writing! it's very very good writing! because every insane storyline is purpose!!!!! and that's why people love it. because they love their insane and gay show. somehow this is very hard for the average person to wrap their heads around.

i love riverdale to death. it is truly, genuinely, the only show of it's kind. it's outlandish and crazy and hilarious and beautiful. there's literally no other show willing to be as insane as riverdale was and it's definitely one of my favourite shows ever made because of that. this quote from a recent interview with some of the actors says it best:

as for the comparison quoaad: i will say that i enjoyed this finale... about the same amount as queen? i didn't like some parts of it but more for general storytelling reasons (i don't want to know the exact fates of every single character at any cost and that's literally all this finale was lol).

the main difference here is that the dark artifices is a serious (wel.. serious-adjacent) ya fantasy series but riverdale is a show that's centered around outlandish, comedic and dramatic storylines. a crazy finale didn't really fit TDA, while obviously, a crazy-ish finale did fit riverdale for the aforementioned reasons (i say "crazy-ish" because i would say this episode is like. maybe #70 on the most insane riverdale episodes list? believe it or not this was very normal by riverdale standards).

and yes the polyamory ending is always ICONIC. they really kierarktina'd us and i'm delighted. more of this please!

also, can i just say, the fact that you thought riverdale was a straight show is unbelievably funny and i KNOW most people think of it that way but you have to know that genuinely, without lying, 80-90% of the characters are canonically bisexual. and virtually all the other ones are gay. all of the main characters are gay/bi (except jughead, though that one's still a little debatable?). most of the main characters' parents are gay/bi. homophobic villains all end up being gay in the end. random background will make one on-screen appearance just to say they're gay and then leave. every single one of cheryls ancestors was a lesbian. i don't have the time to count but think riverdale has somewhere around 30-50 confirmed queer characters. and yes i do wish that they had given is a crumb of ace or trans rep but this is not my story this is one insane gay person's 20 year revenge plan and who am i to judge.

go watch riverdale now <3

[christina-stark-skarlet-stileto]

Why Did You Leave Day 4

Damian was having one of those melancholy days. He wasn't happy, but he wasn't sad either, he was just kinda meh. Today, he would meet his mother. After his breakdown on Monday, Christina had arranged a meeting for them. He just wanted answers; he didn't really want to get to know her.

How could someone who gave him to a vile organization like Hydra, expect to waltz back into his life with no repercussions? Why after all these years did she choose to come back? He wanted to think she’d changed, but he doubted it. Yes he would meet with her, but he wouldn't trust her. He had school because it was Thursday. So he got up, went downstairs, found Christina, and got ready. After school they would be meeting his mom at Stark Industries because he really couldn't go anywhere in public with his mom because imagine the field day the press would have with that. Not worth it. They went to school, endured more of Flash's pathetic teasing, and then went home.

They had an hour before his mom got there, and he could finally ask the one question that had been burning in his mind since he was old enough to understand what happened. "Why did you leave?" He wondered every single day what the answer was. Was he not good enough? Did she just not want him? Was she forced to give him up, or did she want to? if he got answers, how could he know if she was telling the truth. He was getting ready. The company had sixteen different departments. When the four of them became the CEO'S each one of them ran four departments, so they didn't get overwhelmed. It was still a lot, because they had branches in every state and a few major countries. So he was still dressed professionally even though he was meeting his mother. Also partly (read mostly) because he knew Christina liked it when he got dressed up. After getting ready and then checking on Christina, He took her hand, and they went downstairs to their shared office. They were going over their expansion plans for the compound when the com went off.

"Young Boss, Mini Boss Lady, I have Evelyn Obadia in Conference Room Three to see you." The secretary stated.

"We'll be right there, thank you." Damian replied. They walked into Conference Room Three, and saw a woman with dark hair and pale skin.

"Mrs. Obadia, my name is Christina. I'm going to start out by saying that we are allowing you here because you claim to be Damian's mother. With that being said, if you have any ill intent, I will know. I am trained to read people very well. For example, the way you're ever so slightly squirming tells me that you are nervous.” Then She continued.

“There are going to be a few ground rules. First, do not make any rude remarks about Damian or myself, as well as our family. Second, to be able to continue this conversation, you must agree to being recorded. Technically, you don't need to, but because I'm telling you, I will give you a choice. Third, we will keep this civil, however long that remains true is ultimately up to you." Christina explained, with the air of a lioness waiting to pounce.

"Yes, I agree, darling, no need to be so harsh," Evelyn replied.

"Okay then, let's begin." Christina said.

"Why did you leave?" Damian began. It was the most important question to him. He wanted answers, real answers. Not some half baked response formed out of a need for words.

"I'm going to give you five minutes to think about it, then I want the truth and nothing but." Damian said. He couldn't allow himself to get emotional right now. Evelyn couldn't tell, but Damian was tracking her heart rate with his enhanced hearing. He would be able to tell if she lied to him. He and Christina were like walking polygraphs, and had very in-depth training on how to use their powers. They knew how to detect a lie from a person’s heart rate. They could do it so well that it was second nature to them. Also the mug that Evelyn was holding had a heart monitor in it as well. It was built into the mug, and if you didn't read up on it, you would think that it moved on a scheduled program. Five minutes had passed.

"Do you have your answer?" Damian asked,

"I left to protect you?" Evelyn answered.

"Like, you sound so sure of that answer. Let's try this again please." Christina interjected.

"Why did you leave me with Hydra?" Damian asked again, putting a bit more force behind his words.

"Because you were better off with them," Evelyn tried.

"Oh, because leaving a helpless five year old with a bunch of evil assassins was so much better than growing up with loving parents. Try again." Damian spat venomously.

"Now, now, that's no way to speak to your mother is it?" Evelyn chimed in a patronizing tone.

"You may have given birth to me, but I do not consider you my mother even though for years I wanted to. You gave up that right when you gave me away. The only reason you are here instead of in jail is because I want answers. So you have twenty minutes. Start talking." Damian ground out dangerously calm, and coursing with red hot fury.

"Fine, fine, no need to be so pushy about it. When you were born Adonijah and I were happy. Or at least he was. He was gallivanting across the world saving people. I was with Hydra, I had been since before you were born. I sought out Adonijah with the intent to give our child to Hydra. You were perfect. I started threatening him into giving you away. Then after you were gone he left, and dropped off the map. After a while I heard about you and left Hydra. Then I came here because some part of me still loves you." Evelyn said.

"No, you're still part of Hydra. And you have never loved me. I understand now, you left because you didn't care about me. You're going to Shield now. They can deal with your lies." Damian spat.

"Don't even think about escaping because if you do I will hunt you down and haul you back there myself." Christina added, with a dangerous glint in her glowing blue eyes.

"One thing to consider, Damian, you have a little sister, so think about it. When you want more information, you know where I'll be." Evelyn muttered darkly, then she walked to the waiting Shield agents, and was taken into custody.

[captainaikus]

Oh ew the OF accounts and sex bots are completely getting out of hand. I haven’t been notified of any new followers but I don’t trust tumblr to do so. I’m have to gonna check on that soon 🙄🙄.

And seriously for what reason are people flagging down your works for like 😭😭?? It literally makes no sense??? Some people are so rude and mean and spiteful for no reason like. Do better or screw off unintentionally quoting Ego here I’m sorry that this happened to you, it really sucks.

Ever since break started I’ve been in a kind of limbo. It feels so surreal not having any work to do. I mean I do have basic chores to do today like the laundry and vacuuming and stuff but besides that it’s a free day. I am. Very very very. Temped to start reading the blue lock manga. I know I said I’d wait for the anime to finish but like I need something to do 😭😭. I was starting my first TR reread since the last chapter but I only got in 3 chapters before I started sobbing and I haven’t even gotten to Akkuns first death or met Mikey and Draken for the first time again yet. I’m gonna have to chunk my way through it while sobbing and taking so many breaks because I will seriously never recover from this manga. OH AND I LOVE CHIFUYUS BIRTHDAY ART. Wakui continuing to attest that yes takefuyu are still canon in the reset timeline. It’s such a relief for me because those two are my comfort duo 😭😭😭. I also want to finish Chainsaw Man soon. I stopped at around volume 9 because I’m broke and was reading it at the bookstore and all I can say is that this series is definitely getting a reread cause I love analyzing strange works and concepts. THE MAITAKE COVER ASJKGFJKHFFGGG. The way I screeched when I first saw it like. I love how you worded it, they literally look like royalty together UGH. Suffice to say that yes maitake fans has a field day with the cover of volume 31 😌😌. I cant wait for the inside cover to be revealed. My prediction/demand is that it’s gonna be then as children childhood-friends-to-lovers. But I guess we’ll see.

Anyways. How are you Belle? Doing better I hope? How’s uni? Oh and when does your winter break start? How’s life? Im so happy tumblr is being cooperative now and letting you see my tagged posts 😭😭. Sorry for the constant tagging tho, there’s just so much I wanna share and I see something and I’m like “oh I wanna show this to Belle” you know? Oh and im so glad you liked that Oliver drabble 🥹🥹. I’ve got another one in mind for him but this time it might be a little more ✨spicy✨ so stay tuned 👀👀😌. I hope you have a great day and that the caramel frappuccino tasted great!!! *sending many virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

Istg- i got followed by accounts from Czechia and Carolina this morning. Alright, I made my pinned post of Gojo's OF account but this is a writing blog; not even an OF promotion blog (╥﹏╥) unless... i draw some stuff

Tumblr decided to not let me post my rant- so here’s what I had to say

I revisited my childhood with watching DBZ... (i knew i said i would start one piece but the gym bro-ness got the better of me and i started watching it) someone please explain why does Goku's voice sound... i don't know how to describe it. i was so shocked about his voice, i was planning on watching the dub instead cause of it *crying* Honestly, Wakui did a really good job with the cover. Even when I was reading mangas online - I was so awed by the covers of the manga and when TR was on its peak here, i saw a lot of spoilers for bonten mikey. I never liked mikey... but this made me change my mind. And they (like every cover character i saw up until the Brahman arc looked like royalty. Even hanma-) I'm doing well! Contemplating to change the blog theme for some reason. It's not gonna be aiku ofc- he gets 0 screen time cause he hasn't come back from italy and i am mad at him with part 1 to ocean hues I'm on my winter break actually and omw back home. Fifa knocked the wind out of me. I feel sad cause Mbappé played really well (and he was sad too when they lost), i literally went to go keep my plate and he scored in 97 seconds of the first goal T.T . But i'm also really happy for Argentina cause its the first time in 36 years since Maradona that they have won the Wc and i cried cause they were crying on the field not to mention the fact that Messi played in their team as well - so it was bittersweet ending but also very well deserved! And yes i am a football head I can't see you in my activity still (maybe your visibility switch is off? i'm not sure) but i do get the number on my activity and that's how ik that you're there (⑅ •͈ᴗ•͈ ) I actually don't mind being tagged! and I enjoy the things you have to show me as well ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა (i saw some stuff where you tagged me- i'll be answering those soon, promise i'm not ignoring you ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა ) I. absolutely. loved. the Oliver drabble ˃̵ᴗ˂̵. I still read it btw, cause it is absolutely precious. the deer headrest and the fact he wants to be a good boy made me go (๑✪ᆺ✪๑) did you say spicy 💀 *here lies Isabelle Aiku; beloved wife of Oliver Aiku who is unaware that he is married to her- * Starry you're gonna make me combust from the heat *sending back bear hugs*

*my man is so handsome (>﹏<) and yours is too*

[khaleesiofalicante]

Arthur's chapter. That's it. That's the tweet.

THIS BOY IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME ISTG.

Also, the song rec ma'am. the song!!!

“Jaden,” Lance said. “Shut up.” This man gets me in ways I can't explain.

Love me how from all words he still chose David😭

“He just needed to relax a little. I think it got triggered by anxiety,” daddy told them. “My brother used to get them when he was a kid.” I am so normal about this piece of information 🙂. Definitely not screaming

Istg this boy can't get any cuter!!🥺🥺

WEL IDK ABOUT DAVID BUT MY HEART IS HURTING AFTER MAX CAME SAID SOME BEAUTIFUL SHIT AND LEFT :))

“See? I didn’t know any of that,” Jaden said. “I don’t speak French.”

“That sounds like a you problem,” Lance pointed out from the kitchen.

I sometimes wish I could be there and do many sassy comments to Jaden, but no need to worry because Lance has my back 😍

Are you kidding me??? Dernière Danse is one of my favorite songs!!!! ARTHUR SINGING IT SOMEONE HOLD ME

Fist of all, fuck Victoria. Second of all, Kincaid and Arthur>>>>

They are so cute and innocent they make my heart ache ok?!?😭😭

I will protect Harry with every inch of my body from now on😌

Love me some good communication and parent-kid interaction!!! Also, my boy is smart!! He knows something is up!!!.

AJ and Magnus: David doesn't hate you. People don’t write shows about the people they hate

David: I don't hate you

Max: ....Yeah, he definitely hates me

THIS IS FOR LEGAL REASON A JOKE

Arthur being a swiftie is a knowledge I will hold close to my heart 😍

Nooooo!!! Arcaid!!!! I have met this ship five seconds ago and they are already suffering??? In more than one universe??? 😭

Istg, my boys are hopeless romantics😔 Lance I love you but wtf?

LIGHTWOOD-BANE SIBLINGS ARE MAKING ME CRY AGAIN!! There's something so personal with siblings saying "hey" "hey" "I love you" "love you too". No I will not elaborate

“Will you solve my case?”

“I will try.”

They are going to find out and tell Max and it's going to be a big thing right?? I am so scared and excited omg

Song rec: fingers crossed by Lauren Spencer Smith

FIRST OF ALL, THAT SONG IS IN THE IALS PLAYLIST AHHHHH.

Arthur, wherever he is, brings a certain sense of softness with him. It was much needed. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Fun fact: The song is one of my favorites (way before it for popular because of young royals) and was always my choice for Arthur. He has a lot of angsty song recs lol.

WE ARE SO CLOSE TO THE UNRAVELING OF THINGS AND I AM EXCITED TOO.

[jdidolau]

404 - 408.

The studio was always so silent at night, almost eerily so, especially with how Dio preferred to keep his lights dimmed down. But Jojo's studio was always bright and well-lit, the soundproof room feeling warm and cozy.

Jojo was sitting at his desk, explaining what he was having trouble with as he gestured towards the screen and the notebook left open beside it. Dio watched him from the other chair, thinking about what Enrico and Terence had said, and about that moment in the snow.

He remembered how the two of them had been joking around and roughhousing like children, even when an entire camera crew was filming them. The way they'd rolled to a stop, still laughing. The way Jojo's arms had come up to hug him. The way Jojo's eyes had sparkled in the sunlight. The way he'd looked so angelic lying in the snow...

But... surely... surely, if he did have... feelings for Jojo, he would've known about it before this?!

"Dio, are you listening?"

Dio flinched, blinking at Jojo's worried frown. The blond put on a smile and waved his hand, "Sorry, sorry. I got lost in thought. What were you saying, Jojo?"

Jojo stared at him for a moment, seeming to search for something in his expression, before he turned towards his computer screen again. "Well, there's this part here in the bridge..."

As Jojo explained again, Dio made an effort to listen this time. After all, something they could both agree on is how important the music making process is to them. In fact, he remembered mentioning something about that at a fansign ー about how much he loved making music with Jojo. As much as his old self hated to actually admit it, it had always been true.

Even when they were trainees, he and Jojo just... clicked when it came to music. They had their differences and disagreements, of course, but for the most part, it was... easy. Comfortable. Any time he wrote lyrics with Jojo or went over beats with him, it felt almost... seamless. Like they already knew which parts the other wanted to change, or how the other wanted a certain part to sound like.

Jojo once said it was like they'd known each other their entire lives. That was back when they'd known each other for only two years... Jojo may be a huge sap, but... Dio felt the same.

They've known each other for five years now, and have been Phantom Blood for three years. Looking at Jojo now, sitting beside him in his studio as they worked on a song, Dio knew he wanted to make more music with Jojo for as long as they're able. Maybe for as long as they're alive. Just as long as he gets to be with Jojo.

...Oh.

Dio paused, and stared. Jojo, sensing Dio's gaze, looked up from the screen and stared right back, raising his brows.

"Dio?"

"Jojo," Dio said, a little breathless, "I think I like you."

Jojo's eyes widened. Silence fell between them as they both considered Dio's words.

Jojo swallowed, and, hesitantly, asked, "Are you joking...?"

Dio frowned and shook his head. "No. I do think... no, I'm sure that I like you."

"But you rejected me..."

Dio heaved a sigh, frustration creeping into his voice. "That's still something I don't understand... How the hell could you even think I was rejecting you? You didn't even say anything!"

Jojo pursed his lips. "After your birthday dinner... we hugged in front of your door. And then... I thought I saw you leaning in to kiss me, so I... I leaned in too... but then you pushed me away." Jojo sighed. "How else was I supposed to interpret that?"

"...You leaned in to kiss me?"

"Yes." Jojo paused, and took in Dio's confused expression. "...Didn't you notice?"

"No."

"Oh," Jojo said, dumbly. Then he ducked his head, his cheeks darkening. "Whoops..."

Dio scowled, gritting his teeth and crossing his arms tightly. "'Whoops'?! That's all you have to say after ignoring me for a week, all because you thought I pushed you away after trying to kiss you?!"

"No, no, it's not that!" Jojo rushed to say, frantically waving his hands in denial. "I'm sorry, Dio. Really, I am. It's just... well..."

Jojo paused, frowning a little as he remembered something.

"What?" Dio grit out.

"...It's just... if you weren't rejecting me, then why did you look so horrified afterwards?"

At that, all the fight seemed to leave Dio, his worries and insecurities flooding back into his mind. Dio bit his lip and looked down.

They were facing each other now, knees almost knocking together from how close they'd sat together. Carefully, Dio rolled his chair closer so he could reach for Jojo's hand. Jojo let him. Dio laced their fingers together, and sighed, keeping his gaze down on their hands.

"...I was scared," he admitted softly. "I... still am, to be honest."

"...What are you so scared of, Dio?" Jojo whispered back. He gently squeezed Dio's hand, comforting. "It's just me."

Dio shook his head. "It's because it's you that I'm so scared, Jojo..."

Dio went quiet, trying to put his feelings into words. Jojo stayed silent, and simply brushed his thumb over Dio's knuckles.

After a few moments, Dio spoke again, voice still hushed, "I'm scared that you'll leave. Ever since I thought you were going to go solo... I was always scared of doing something wrong, of hurting you, of doing or saying something that even you wouldn't forgive and would make you want to leave the group. To leave me.

"I've even noticed that you have a crush on me, but I was scared that it would go deeper than that... that you'd get attached... that I would get attached."

Dio chuckled, rueful. "Even now, I'm scared that I'm opening up to you as much as I am... You make me feel so... comfortable. Safe. Like you'd catch me and comfort me whenever I'm down. I trust you so much... and it's terrifying, Jojo."

Tears stung at his eyes and he tried to blink them away, swallowing. Jojo squeezed his hand, a reassuring anchor in the mess of his thoughts, and Dio focused on that sensation, feeling a wave of warmth and longing and insecurity and fear.

"I don't know what I'd do if you left me behind, Jojo..."

He took a deep, shuddering breath and hunched forward, hiding his face behind his free hand as tears slipped down his cheeks. He felt Jojo's other hand brushing back his hair, before he was suddenly enveloped by warmth.

Jojo's arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, familiar, comforting. Dio squeezed his eyes shut tight, before pulling his hands away from his face, instead moving them to grip the back of Jojo's shirt and letting himself sink into Jojo's warm embrace.

"I'm sorry for scaring you so much, Dio," Jojo whispered, his warm breath brushing the top of Dio's head.

Dio's grip tightened on Jojo's shirt. "You better be. These past few days were absolutely awful."

"Awfully terrible, huh?" Jojo said, lightly. Dio smacked him on the shoulder, but Jojo just snickered.

They stayed like that for a while, just basking in each other's warmth, in each other's presence, much like they did a few months prior in front of Jojo's apartment door.

"Dio?" Jojo carefully broke the silence, keeping his voice low.

Dio hummed in acknowledgement.

"Do you want to go cuddle on the couch?" Jojo asked quietly. "My legs are starting to hurt."

Confused, Dio lifted his head slightly to peer at their positions. Apparently, Jojo had gotten up from his seat at some point and was sort of crouching down in order to hug a seated Dio.

A laugh burst out of Dio, and he shook his head, hopelessly fond. "Alright, come on then, you big oaf."

They relocated to the big leather couch situated against the wall of Jojo's studio. Jojo laid down first, resting against the back of the couch, and then Dio promptly laid down next to him, nuzzling against his chest. Jojo let out a soft chuckle, before wrapping his arms around Dio again. They'd hugged before plenty of times, but cuddling together while lying down felt... much more intimate. It was nice.

"Dio," Jojo said, keeping his voice low, "you said you trust me, right?"

"I do, Jojo," Dio nodded, voice firm.

"Then... will you trust me when I say that I won't leave you?"

"You don't know that," Dio sighed.

"I do," Jojo argued, firm. "Because whatever it is we'll be fighting about, we'll work on it together."

"Liar," Dio scowled. "Twice now you've avoided me when we're fighting."

"Ah, well..." Jojo grinned, sheepish. "The first time was because I wanted you to realize what you did wrong, but you refused to listen. And this time..." Jojo chuckled, rueful. "Well, I guess this time I could've talked to you first... even though I was scared and hurt... I was hurting you too..."

Dio lowered his gaze, pressing his cheek against Jojo's collarbone. Quietly, he admitted, "I thought you really might leave this time."

Jojo hugged him tighter and pressed his face against Dio's hair. "I'm sorry, Dio. I guess we both need to work on handling our fights better, huh."

"Speak for yourself, I've been trying to make amends with you all week," Dio huffed, trying to keep his tone light, but his bitterness still seeped into his words.

Jojo winced, sighing. "I know... I'm sorry... I didn't know how to answer you, to be honest... I thought you'd really rejected me, and I wasn't ready to go back to being affectionate with you so soon."

Dio sighed. "Well... you're not entirely in the wrong... I refused to listen too. I just heard what I wanted to hear, because I was scared... and hurt."

Jojo chuckled again, and carefully pulled Dio away to look him in the eye. "Then, from now on, let's listen better and talk better. Communication is key to any relationship, right?"

Dio huffed, but smiled. "I suppose I could agree to that."

Jojo smiled back, and moved his hand to cup Dio's cheek. Dio leaned his face into his palm, making him smile.

"I love you, Dio."

Dio's eyes widened. His face and ears flushed red as he averted his gaze.

"Hey!" Jojo chuckled, lightly pinching Dio's cheek. "You said you'd listen better, remember?"

"I'm listening," Dio grumbled, still avoiding Jojo's gaze. "It's just... a bit sudden."

"...I guess it is a bit early, all things considered," Jojo admitted with a chuckle. "But I've been wanting to say it to you for a while now. Since we were filming for Bon Voyage, actually."

That got Dio to return his gaze, brows raised. "That long?!"

"Well... do you remember when we were playing in the snow up in the mountains?"

Dio groaned, rolling his eyes. "That part again... Don't tell me you wanted to confess right then and there..."

"I did, actually..."

"God, they caught that on camera and left it in the episode, you know? We were just staring at each other for at least five seconds. It's no wonder DJS went wild over it."

A startled laugh burst out of Jojo at that. "They what?"

"You should've seen the tweets! So many of them were saying we looked like we were about to kiss! One of them even said it was like they were intruding on a private moment! Ugh, it was embarrassing..."

Jojo looked at him consideringly. "Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Want to kiss me, at that moment?"

Dio stared at him, then at his lips. Then he looked away, the tips of his ears turning red. "...Perhaps."

Jojo's breath hitched. With his hand still on Dio's cheek, he gently brought Dio's gaze back to him. "Would you like to, now?"

Dio licked his lips. He glanced down at Jojo's mouth again, before meeting his eyes. "I wouldn't be opposed to it."

Jojo smiled, and leaned in. Dio closed his eyes and met him halfway.

The first kiss was a simple touch of the lips, brief but soft, and when they parted, it was only for a moment, before they pressed their lips together again, angling their heads slightly as their bodies pressed closer together as well. Jojo took Dio's bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it for a moment before pulling away. Dio dove in again, licking at the seam of Jojo's lips and making the other groan. Their tongues slid against each other, hands clutching at each other's hair and clothes, raking nails through skin and fabric as they continued to taste each other, tiny gasps and groans escaping with their every breath.

Finally, reluctantly, they had to part for air. They didn't pull away too far, wanting to keep close, leaning their foreheads against each other as they panted for breath, meeting each other's eyes, and laughing softly.

"Jojo," Dio said, hesitantly, "I... don't think I can match the depth of your feelings just yet. But I want you to know that I do like you, Jojo. I like you quite a lot."

"I like you quite a lot too, Dio." Jojo grinned, "I love you quite a lot. I don't expect you to say it back, especially not this soon. But I just want you to know that I love you. And that I won't ever leave you." He hugged Dio close, his grin turning playful. "You're stuck with me now."

"It's you who's stuck with me," Dio smirked, playfully booping Jojo's nose.

Jojo's grin widened, scrunching up his nose. "Good, because I don't want to get rid of you."

"I don't want to get rid of you either."

"So we're in agreement, then." Jojo pressed a kiss against Dio's lips, as if sealing the deal.

The sudden affection startled a giggle out of Dio, and it made Jojo smile, gaze soft and fond.

"So," Jojo said, "does this mean I can call you my boyfriend now?"

Dio flushed, but this time, he held Jojo's gaze. "I suppose I wouldn't mind."

Jojo grinned again, and placed another kiss to Dio's lips. Dio easily returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around Jojo's neck to pull him even closer.

Jojo pulled away after a moment, his hands tightening around Dio's waist. "Wait, the song..."

"It can wait a little longer," Dio said.

Jojo stared at him in surprise, before his expression shifted to amusement. "The Golden Boy is putting off work?"

Dio rolled his eyes. "Work happens everyday. This doesn't."

"What, kissing?" A slow smirk spread on Jojo's face. His fingers clenched around Dio's waist again, but he refrained from moving any further down. "We can change that."

Dio hummed, smirking. "I meant the confession, but that works too. We can start now, then."

Jojo chuckled, and moved to kiss him again. "As you wish, Your Majesty."

[mainstream-phobic]

ch 1.

"And what? What's so special about anything you do anyway? You don't have friends- or even one friend, do you? You don't have a single close friend, but all you ever do is go on and on about how others are fools and how they should live instead. You? Giving advice? Please." I came to a halt, watching his eyes widen. He didn't speak for a moment, and then longer. "What? Nothing to say?" I scoffed. "Too close to home?"

He smiled then, an amused rattled sort of. One I had never seen him wear before.

"Yeah." He said.

Now, the thing was, there were a lot of things dislikeable about him, but they were not very obvious reasons. I had only known for less than a year, and yet through observation, had compiled a rather decent list of seemingly unassuming things that I hated from him.

The first one was his behavior: he acted so aloof, pretentiously so. He was sarcastic beyond belief, and if not sarcastic, then he was almost always loud and abrasive. He never swore or cursed, and somehow that annoyed me even more, because to me there is me sort of honesty in swearing- the way in which one does not have to dig through layers for the true meaning. Meanwhile he was insistent on using slippery strings of words, lacing them with jokes and references, that added another five layers to the taunt, and then top it all off with that fake smile of his. Every sentence from him was diabolical, but our friend group always took him as a jester. And, well, I suppose that's what he was. The funny friend. Except his snide comments weren't all that well hidden to me, ever.

See, I am not much of a talker. I like to stand and listen and hum thoughtfully. I like to listen and hear. I am the audience, and I enjoy it. And the audience's job, is to be the observer. And that brings me to point two.

His presence was like broken glass; all over the place, hard to ignore, but eventually swept away to the side. Like shards of glass, he was usually the result of some previous chaos, or an outburst of some kind. He was bright, and attention seeking, and once you'd give him that, he'd target you for a stab. And like stepping bare foot on broken glass, you'd have to apologize for your misstep. You do not wander in minefields. And once sufficient people had been stabbed, they'd sweep him off, and carry on. You could blink and he'd be gone as if he was never there. And nobody ever really knew where he was. He had a penchant for keeping his phone turned off. And later on, as I had come to realise, nobody really cared.

His only redeeming quality, to me, was his skill in art, but that too I could not care less for, since I had no interest in the arts of any kind.

To me, he was one of the most pathetic existences I had ever come across. He was the guy whom people would discard from plans if there was only one space less. He was the person who was never told any of what transpired between our social circles. He was the person nobody wanted to be close to, but also everyone knew.

And yet for some reason, he had this air of superiority about him. It was so aggravating, to watch him strut in and clasp hands with people and not know that everyone was about to go out without him. I know it sounds crazy, but I think he unknowingly crossed a limit for pathetic-ness in my mind. I came to perhaps pity him. Or his style of men. And then he'd aggravate me by saying something completely arbitrary. As if he was the best thing to have ever happened. His apparent narcissism made me detest him, for I knew he had less than nothing. But how does one explain less than nothing, to a man who knows nothing? I could never, previously, bring myself to even speak to this man one on one.

My chest was still heaving slightly from my outburst, and he was staring at me, mouth surprisingly pursed in a thin line. I raised an eyebrow, and he leaned away, letting his shoulder hit the back of the chair.

"Well," He finally spoke of his own volition. "You're right. I don't have any close friends. Or well, maybe I do - one - maybe, but I don't know for sure." I scoffed, folding my hands and copying his posture, slouching a bit more. It was my attempt at being aggressive, although how well it translated, I do not know.

"This is such a mutual concept: friendship." He said. "I know I have friends, but I don't want to bestow the burden of close companionship on someone who may not want it."

Being in the terrible mood that I was, I did not realise the grey that had seemed to settle over him. "Nobody would want it anyway." said I.

He smiled that terrible understanding smile again, and it displeased me. Later, I realised that it discomforted me. It was not an expression I was used to seeing on him. An almost sad, pitying sort of understanding.

"You assume to know a lot about me." he said.

"I'm just speaking from observation." I told him.

"I wasn't aware you were observing me this closely."

I rolled my eyes. Again with the air of superiority. It may not sound so, but his body had taken on the air of smugness. Still a little sad and pitying, although why directed at me I didn't know. It angered me, unreasonably so.

"Sometimes I really wish you did have some friends so that you'd stop limping around us like a dog." I said. He raised his eyebrows, and I shut my mouth, realising I had trespassed my own boundaries. Like I said, I wasn't a very extroverted person. My role was to be the audience, the observer - a role, that I took great pride in. In fact, I couldn't even seem to recall how I had entered this argument with him.

In our group, people used to say that if there was anyone you should never get in to an argument in with, it was this guy. And at this moment, I could see why. He had an infuriating quality of being able to rile up even the meekest of beings. If he wanted to elicit a response, that is. Then he would.

I glared at his dyed blond hair, unusually wavy at the front, and jarringly straight and spiky at the back. It was cut into a wolfcut, that weirdly suited him. The front of his wavy hair curled perfectly over his glasses and to the side, coming toa stop right at the top of his ears. The top of his head was dark, dark brown roots starting to show.

He started laughing then, small seriously amused laughs. It had a tone of disbelief in it, and when I had thought he was going to stop, he started anew, this time slapping his thigh and leaning to the side.

This son of a bitch had tears in his eyes. I had just said one of the cruelest things ever in my life, and he was laughing. Laughing to the point of choking.

Finally, when the nutcase (as some of our other colleagues were (rightly) inclined in referring to him as) calmed down, he shot me a wide grin and said, "You hate me."

"Not hate," I bristled too fast. "I don't hate you." I did. I do. I do hate him. In a rather vicious capacity. And the more I try to reason with myself, the more I am unable to. My emotions wrap their fingers around logic, and steal the reins for this thought process. A weird fixative sort of vice grip, revolving around this man's existence.

"You do. You hate me." He said. And put like that, it seemed realer. Like an actual thing. Something almost tangible. Hate.

I wanted to deny it, even though mercilessly I agreed with it.

"it's alright though. I expect it." He continued. He sounded like one of those edgy middle schoolers, I couldn't help but think.

"I'm not a nice person." He continued.

I frowned. Although I had made my observations, I hadn't thought he'd be privy to them.

"No really," He spread out his hands. "I'm not. Nobody- Whatever. You're right-" He suddenly gave up. "I knew I was annoying you all. I know. It was part of the reason I continued to be honest, but if it's actually this... distressing, I will stop." "Really?" I was dubious.

"Truly." He raised both hands up, in a promising fashion.

And he did. From that day on we did see less of him. Not completely zero though, for he was in a lot of our classes. But his lack of friends was even more obvious now. The others were slightly concerned, and did interact with him every now and then, and he too would reply amicably, as if our conversation had never happened, but then he would never approach us himself, as he used to. I felt responsible, and I hated myself for it. Apparently the rest hadn't felt so strongly against him. They seemed to miss his humor. And it annoyed me.

[lowkeycasanova]

free da curls

vinnie hacker x curly haired reader

You help Vinnie do his hair

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You walked in the bathroom to find Vinnie standing in front the mirror.

He let out a sigh. Tugging at the dry pieces that seemed to be in more of a wave pattern.

I need a new curl cream, he thought.

“What’s up with you?” You asked with an raised eyebrow.

“I need help with my hair.”

“Help with what exactly?”

“Like…trying to make the curls more defined I guess.”

He’d seen you do your own curls before. He watched the way you would rake the products through your hair with ease and you looked so confident doing it. And your hair came out great every time.

Vinnie became frustrated with his hair because he couldn’t figure out why his curls flattened out in a day and got dry easily.

Because you had just recently perfected your routine, of course you'd help.

You excitedly said yes and wasted no time telling him to get on his knees so he can lean over the bathtub so you could wash his hair.

As you do it, you use lukewarm water first and wet his hair thoroughly because that's what opens up the cuticle. You keep it soaking wet while you shampoo. And before you condition, you squeeze most of the water out so the product can better adhere to the hair.

You also had to deal with Vinnie complaining about things.

"My back hurts."

"There's shampoo in my eye."

"Water's too cold."

But you were done in ten minutes.

You wrap a towel around his neck before he stands up but he's about to use that towel to dry his hair.

"Don't do that!" you exclaim.

"Why?"

"The material of the towel is too rough for your hair. It results in dry or frizzy hair. I have an old t-shirt you can use. That's better because it's softer material.”

He stood there with water dripping down his back while you took the shirt from your drawer. Upon coming back to him, you take the shirt and gently dry his hair with it.

You catch him staring at you with a smile in the mirror and ask, “What?”

He shrugs. “Nothing.”

You told him that he could sit next to the bed, so he walks out while you grabbed your styling products.

Clutching them in your arms, you sat down on the edge of the bed while Vinnie sat on the floor, so his head was between your legs.

You first took a wide tooth comb to run through his hair then followed up with a fine tooth comb to get any smaller tangles out. Now going in with a leave-in-conditioner, you told him that it was better to put the products in when the hair isn’t super saturated with water, because this way, the products bond to the hair better, like the conditioner in the shower.

He put on Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure to watch while you styled his hair. You meticulously applied the products to his hair, all while explaining why you were using them and what they did.

If someone else was there watching, it would’ve looked like a mother doing her son’s hair. He was also doing a good job at being patient.

You then put moisturizer and sectioned off his hair, twirling the pieces around your fingers to form the best ringlets you could. He didn’t have curls like his dad but they still looked good.

Finishing off with an oil to seal in moisture and a gel for hold, Vinnie admired your work by being the pieces of hair that fell in his face.

You got up from behind him and for some reason, he laid his head down on the bed.

“You’re literally gonna mess them up!” You told him and dramatically wiped the bed to get any excess product that may have gone from his hair to the blanket.

“Sorry.” He replied before standing up to stretch and following you into the bathroom where you put the items back and he looked in the mirror.

“This is probably the best it’s ever looked. Thanks.”

“Your wel-“ you couldn’t even get the whole word out because he picked you up and spun you around.