#I need the two idiots to torment each other more

[tubes-the-ann]

Assortment of doodles

[bearwithegg]

Fight Like a Girl || B.Blackwood || Part 2 ||

My thoughts have just been plagued with scenes I can write for this, i honestly intended this to be 2 parts but I ALREADY HAVE IDEAS FOR PART 3 SO FUCK IT WE BALL???

PART 1 HERE

PART 3 HERE

Kieran!Benjicot Blackwood (fancast) x f!Reader

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: Swearing??? Idiots in love but they dont know what that means

Tags <3: @spider-stark

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War, for all that it brings with it, destruction, pain, suffering on a scale hitherto unknown remained a constant and unchanging conundrum. Were the gods so cruel as to let brother kill brother over trivial squabbles? It was a fascinating thing, to understand, to learn. You, however, decided in this current juncture it felt like a personal punishment aimed to torment and break you down. Realistically, the suffering it caused on a wider scale was insurmountable and that was something you could acknowledge. But in this instance, the way your body aches and screams from constant use makes it feel like a personal sleight.

“Your grip is weak.”

A soft groan of frustration exhales when you sigh, “I cannot hold the sword otherwise.” Dropping the sword by your side, it had been hours without respite and weeks of training for what? You still couldn’t even hold a sword properly and that frustrated you only more.

Benji laughs, softly, circling you with his head tilted to the side. You want to hit him but decide against it. After all, he didn’t need to visit your tent and assist in getting you battle ready — yet he did it either out of some sense of male honour or he secretly enjoyed overseeing your own personal agony.

“Does my ineptitude amuse you, my Lord?” You throw the sword on the ground, it landing with a thud on the canvas flooring. In the throes of frustration, you wipe the sweat from your brow and run a hand through unevenly chopped locks of hair.

“Your petulance, perhaps.” The boyish smile breaking through his hardened demeanor always caught you off guard. A gentle reminder that he was not some battle beaten man, he was young and had his innocence ripped from him; more or less like you. “You may not see it but there is improvement,” he dips down to pick the sword up, holding it out for you to take it again.

Right or not, it didn’t matter in the present. The improvement may have been so miniscule it might as well not have counted, though it was always difficult to see one's progress without the lense of the past. And with a sigh of concession, you snatch the sword from his hand and give him a goading look, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Again,” he instructs firmly, tongue protruding slightly out from between his lips — he was too good at that, switching from his natural charming disposition to a commanding authority in an instance. As if two halves of him were at odds with each other, another part of him lay dormant but the crazed look in his eyes often betrayed his steadfast composure. You weren’t sure if you liked it or feared it.

With a roll of your wrist and standing with a sturdy bearing, you take an offensive stance. His eyes wander all over you, in a completely different scenario it may have been flattering or intrusive, but there is no desire hidden away in the deep brine pools of his eyes. Under his scrutinous gaze you hold firm; at least my wrist doesn’t feel like falling off.

Improvement.

He steps to your side flank, head tilted in thought. The low hum accompanying the loud thoughts you wished he’d say out loud.

When did he get so close? You swallow nervously — he was a practical man, but often opted to show you how to do something by watching him first. Surprisingly gentle to the touch he brings a hand over yours, the one that grips the sword and adjusts your grip. Tilting your wrist slightly and nudging your thumb to a different position.

“Can you feel the difference?” He murmurs, an unexpectedly tender moment that would have floored you entirely had you not spent weeks training at his command. Even now though, you feel composure waning, creaking away like a tree that has had its trunk chopped halfway.

“Feels like… I have more control,” You utter, looking slightly over your shoulder. Oh. He was much closer than you thought.

He nods, softly adjusting your grip to keep the blade upright, though he doesn’t move his hand this time. “Your stance is good and solid. But means little if you have no strength to fortify it…” His other hand is held up so that you can see it and slowly brings it down to your hip. Not once during this small interaction does he break eye contact, it was as though he was giving you the chance to stop him if you wanted to.

You don’t, of course.

A moment of hesitation as he tentatively touches your hip before holding it and rotating you ever so slightly, “what you lack in strength, you have in speed… This stance is better for your momentum.”

“Right,” you whisper, blinking out of the daze you felt yourself fall into by the pull of his gaze. His eyes were so lovely. In moments like this they were bright with a golden hue, as if marked by the Gods. Other times they were dark, dangerous abyssal pits that you could equally get lost in. But not now.

“Good,” he smiles, the same boyish smile that makes you a little nervous and nauseous concurrently. Which was a strange feeling because you weren’t repulsed by him and yet your body reacted all the same. No one had ever elicited such strange reactions within you like he did.

“Try and disarm me.”

“What?” You feel your arm immediately drop as he steps away and unsheathes his own sword. No longer honey touched eyes boring into yours, they were void and wild. He doesn’t give you a chance to process anything before swinging his sword, you have no choice but to stumble back, practically flailing your own sword to stop from getting hurt.

Clang!

The metal blades ricochet off one another and you take the chance to scurry across the bed swiftly before he can attempt another blow, “fuck, fuck — fuck!” You hiss, standing on the other side of the tent, barely a chance to think properly before he’s back onto you like a grounded tempestuous storm.

With wide eyes you jump out of the way, his sword connects with the side table and wood splinters off into pieces. The first casualty — you’d have laughed or joked if you weren’t absolutely fearing for your life in a way. Heart pounding hard as you take a chance to counter, using a leg to disable him by going for his knees but he sees it and contorts his body just in time.

“C’mon!” He shouts, eyes wild and borderline murderous.

Unsure what possibly possessed you other than it felt right. Call it a childish rebuke or not, you instantly straighten your stance and yell back at him, a deep and guttural yell, like one would trying to fend a bear off an attack.

He licks his lips, the grin of a mad man apparent, “there she is.”

This time you swing first, kicking off the back leg gives you a good enough propulsion and wind up with the sword. Cling! He cross blocks, letting your blade slide down his own and the two of you are practically face to face, the slightest smirk pulls at his lips and you match it with a barely audible snarl.

Using your full body weight, you push into him to get distance which only just works.

Another swing from him, narrowly missing your shoulder as you jump aside, his sword clashing with one of the bed posts, it snaps under the force and limply hangs onto the unmarked wood. You take advantage of his over extension, ducking beneath his arms and opting for the best option, shouldering him in the waist and bringing him down to the ground.

Not your finest work, but he tumbles - and you with him - onto the canvas flooring, but at least you had the upper hand and though strength was not in your arsenal just yet, speed was. Pinning him to the ground, you straddle higher than the waist to keep him from bucking you off or swinging his legs around.

Both of you held your blades to each other's throat in a stalemate, chests heaving with heavy breaths.

“A fair play, my lady,” he pants quietly, though the impish grin on his face suggested otherwise. Your eyes travel down to his other hand where he had his dagger pressed softly against the leathers of your tunic, no doubt a lethal puncture in the abdomen if you were in a real fight. He lowers his blades, “you are improving — getting better at trusting your instincts.”

“You went easy on me,” you whine, tossing your blade indignantly. The semi victory loses its glory almost instantly, souring in your mouth. Standing back up seemed to be more effort today than usual, muscles shaking, screaming for a modicum of respite. But war does not rest so neither shall your body.

“If you wish for me to kill you, then you need only ask,” he jests, you knew this — he was holding out for a reason. You hadn’t seen him in battle but can very well imagine without much stretch of the imagination how he has coined the notorious namesake of ‘Bloody Ben Blackwood’. Even more it seemed, he was often harsher, stricter and more brutal when he would lead training with the younger boys.

“Don’t offer such a tempting proposal,” you laugh, tired, exhausted.

He looks at you, seriously for but a moment, “if you desire rest, it is okay to take it.” And the sweet, caring and kind Benji fronted, flecks of gold honey in his eyes as he steps forward and grabs your hand with a touch so kindly it seemed foreign. He need not force you, tugging you to the bedside and sitting you down, “you are not weak for needing rest.”

You chuckle softly, “there is no rest for someone like me, I need to be ready for when we march forward within the tenday.”

“You won’t be much use to us if your legs cannot even carry you. Rest.” He says firmly, pushing gently on your shoulder which didn’t need much for you to collapse onto the bed. “We can resume overmorrow.” He’s seated on the side of your bed now, you open your mouth to contest but he glowers immediately, tilting his head forward and setting his jaw as if to silently say ‘don’t you dare’.

So you don’t dare.

“If I was less encumbered by my exhaustion I’d have hit you for looking at me like that,” you bite, rolling onto your side and instinctively curling in on yourself.

“You certainly would have tried.” He laughs.

“And succeeded, I pinned you already today — I could do it again if I willed myself.”

“Is that so? Perhaps we should get a maester to check those ears of yours, did I not request you disarm me? I don’t recall asking you to pin me.”

“Hmmm,” you hum, narrowing your eyes at him though the barely suppressed smile betrayed your poor attempt to keep a straight face. “I stopped thinking the moment you attacked me like a brute.”

He nods along with your words and though his words are vaguely threatening, his smile indicates a hint of mischievousness, “a Brute am I? You have a crass tongue, My Lady, you’d better keep it in check.”

“Clover.”

“Hm?” His head tilts to the side, like a dog hearing a command.

“Call me Clover… Garrus finds it easier… Less likely to accidentally call attention to my identity.” You run your fingers over the furs of your bed, naturally you omit the little part of the nickname because that seemed sacred to Garrus. Only he can call you that. But Benji had your trust, and you had his, even if it be an unspoken bond that grew stronger the more time elapsed within one anothers company. He at least deserved a little part of you.

There is silence, as he sits on your words, a faint smile ghosting his lips and he nods singularly, “As you wish, Clover.” And the strangest feeling encompasses the tent, it was thick but not suffocating, warm but not a hellfire. His hand moves so deftly, you hadn’t seen it until his fingers barely grazed your temple, pushing back a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He holds it, a moment, two moments, before his eyes blink rapidly, something reminding him of his place and he flushes red, retracting his hand quickly as though he had touched hot coals. “A-Apologies… forgive me — that was wholly inappropriate. Please do rest, I will see you overmorrow.”

It happened rather quickly, he stands and you sit up as swiftly, “Benji.” You call but he was out quicker than bat out of the hells. Your shoulders slump, a faint pout on your lips as you try to decipher what that could’ve been about. Whatever it had been, you liked it, you liked him but that could mean a plethora of things.

You sigh, falling back into the bed and staring at not particularly anything. Perhaps it would be prudent to speak on the matter with Garrus when he returned.

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Between your arms [S. R]

Spencer Reid x wife!reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: after a hard day Spencer returns to his safe place

A/N: I just finished the third season, imagine it's somewhere in there. And DAMN, with each passing chapter I fall more in love with this man

When Spencer got home, he was completely exhausted. The case had been delayed longer than expected and the fact that the jet had technical problems didn’t help in the least, so the total delay was 5 hours, so it was already late at night when he opened the door of your apartment. He strongly wished that you weren't awake or he would feel guilty and that concern dissipated when he noticed that you weren't lying on the couch as he had found you so many times.

Spencer needed to shower so he could somehow wash off the stress of the case and wash off the dirt he'd picked up during his stay in the woods. Fortunately the shower was far enough from the room to go unnoticed and he took his time, enjoying the hot water running all over his body, considerably relaxing the tension he had in his muscles. Once he left, Reid took a cotton pajama that he had packed in the suitcase, it had colored stripes on the white fabric and you had given it to him for a birthday many years ago. The fabric was already worn by time, but he loved the calming feeling it gave him, and the smell of your favorite fabric softener on it made him feel like he was right at home.

When he opened the door of your room he found you in bed, sleeping so peacefully that he felt some envy, but at the same time he smiled tenderly. He and you were very different when it came to sleeping: he couldn't fall asleep if he wasn't tucked in, he had a hard time doing it alone, he constantly woke up to go to the bathroom and he tossed and turned throughout the night. You, on the other hand, could sleep soundly as soon as your body touched the mattress, fully exposed, and you would stay in the same pose on your left side unless he asked you to reposition yourself. You slept on the inner side for reasons of practicality, because when he was late or had to leave due to an emergency it was easier for him to jump out of bed, and you always did it hugging a stuffed dog that Spencer had won for you in a fair.

Many people would think that getting married at 21 was crazy and even a couple of gossip told you that you were making a mistake or that it would only take a few months for one of you to file for divorce, but four long years had passed since then. Not everything was perfect, because there were arguments as in all marriages, and to that we had to add the constant stress that Spencer's work had, not only for him but also for you. Although, somehow, you had made it work and he always found the time to dedicate himself only to you, because he knew that you deserved it. You had a good position in a real estate company, nothing risky, and with hours that were always respected.

You two preferred not to think about it, especially him, but there was a degree of codependency in your relationship that you hoped wouldn't escalate into something sick or dangerous. You had had a difficult life, Spencer continued to have a difficult life, but little by little you two opened up to each other and the communication helped comfort what sometimes still tormented you. Reid had saved you from committing many idiots and if it wasn't for you, he didn't know how he could have faced situations or ghosts from his past. You were his reason for living and your apartment was that safe place where he could isolate himself from the whole world and live his own utopia. With you there was no suffering, there were no traumas, no crimes, no coworkers who ignored him... and when that existed, you were there to hug him tight and tell him that everything would be fine.

Honestly, the fear of becoming a burden plagued him frequently, but the two of you were trying to work through your own insecurities so that you could carry on your marriage in peace.

As soon as he felt his body touch the surface of the mattress, he moaned calmly and finally allowed himself to feel all the tiredness of the day, sure that it no longer mattered because he was in the right place to rest. He stayed like that for a couple of seconds, enjoying the softness on which he was lying, until your gentle breathing next to him caught his attention. He hated waking you up during the night, but now more than ever he needed to feel you close and he considered that with such a heavy sleep you had his touch would hardly be noticeable. He moved enough to be able to wrap his arm around your entire waist and bury his head in your skin at the nape of the neck, but against all odds he heard you inhale heavily as a sign that you had noticed the grip.

“Spence?”

"I didn't want to wake you up" he apologized, as he kissed you on the shoulder to mask his remorse, although to be honest a part of him was very grateful to be able to talk to you.

"I wasn't asleep" you lied uselessly, because your voice betrayed your state of sleepiness. Careful not to let him let go of you, you turned around to face him and he smiled from ear to ear when even in the dark he noticed that you were smiling weakly at him "Did you just get there?"

“Things got difficult. We came back by train”

“Oh…” you hummed sympathetically. Your hands traveled deftly up to his face and you stroked with your thumbs, watching him turn to putty between your fingers. “Did you even have dinner? Let me make you something"

"No, no, darling," he hastened to say, stopping you from getting up to go to the kitchen. Honestly, hunger was the least of Spencer's worries at that moment, his mind was longing to receive your body heat and with some luck multiple kisses on the face and lips "Just stay here with me"

If in normal circumstances it was already difficult to deny your husband something, it was even worse when he whispered in that pleading tone, so you simply nodded and snuggled closer against him. His long golden hair tickled your nose and you realized that Spencer had used your conditioner again, even though he had promised not to do it again, but you didn't mind at all.

"You feel good?" you asked softly, as one of your hands traveled to the back of his head to stroke his head and you maneuvered your other arm for him to use as a pillow.

He was very protective as a husband, perhaps motivated by the fear that some of the horrible things he saw daily at his work would happen to you, and he constantly looked out for your well-being, but on those occasions when you took the time to pamper him after a terrible day, he swore that it was you who took care of him from the lurking monsters.

"I feel better now that I'm here," he confessed, the words slightly muffled by his lips on your skin. "I missed you."

"Oh, I know you did" you joked, now a little more lucid than at the beginning of the conversation. You were very interested in him being able to fall asleep, because once he did it, all you had to do was close your eyes to imitate him, and how to blame you? With that strong grip and his legs intertwined with yours, you felt total tranquility "I missed you too”

Your hand continued to untangle strands of his hair in an attempt to relax him and you stayed that way for a few minutes, until he broke the silence. You didn't understand at first, so you gently whispered in your ear for him to repeat it.

"I missed our nine o'clock show" it was inevitable to let out a soft laugh at the apparent priority issue of your beloved and you kissed him on the top of the head before answering.

"Yes, it is sad"

"Remember how I told you that Anita and the butler were having an affair?" he asked and you hummed affirmatively “Did I get it right?”

"Almost. She was having it with the gardener” you heard a defeated sigh under your chin and your smile only increased “Now you owe me five bucks”

“Too bad, I don't have cash with me,” he muttered, pretending to be genuinely pained. “Would you accept another method of payment?” There was no need to ask what his suggestion was from him, the gentle kiss he placed on your shoulder spoke for itself.

“Yes, but there is a problem with the currency conversion. Five dollars equals approximately…” you took a moment to think of a suitable number and when you got it a smile escaped your lips “five hundred kisses”

“Five hundred kisses?!” Reid squealed from his hiding place in your chest "That's a huge debt"

"It is"

"I better start now huh?" he said flirtatiously. He started with quick kisses on whatever section of skin was within his reach that made you laugh out loud, then he continued up your neck with more careful caresses and by the time he reached your face the kisses were slow and so gentle that you felt die. But he wasn't so merciful to you, so his kisses touched almost your entire face except your lips. "Do you keep track?"

"Sorry?"

"Do you keep track of how many kisses I gave you?”

"Oh no, I guess you'll have to start over," you whispered, as you felt his smile against your skin as he planted a kiss right on your jaw "Or if you give me one on the lips, we're even”

Spencer didn't think twice to finally indulge your wishes and it was such a warm and deep kiss that you felt like a newlywed again. There were bad times, yes, but it was these moments that made you know that facing the rest was worth it.

"I love you very much, you know that?" he sighed, still with his eyes closed and his forehead resting on yours. You lifted your head a little just so you could steal another chaste kiss from him.

"I love you more, baby"

Spencer settled back, now lying entirely on your chest and you wrapped both arms around his waist while your hands traced uneven patterns on the striped fabric on his back. You asked your ear to please get some sleep and the soft beating of your heart was enough to calm him down until exhaustion overcame him.

If there was a perfect place in the world, he knew that it was between your arms.

[invye]

I feel like at this point I need to extend a formal apology to Benn for making him suffer the CoraMiShanks antics. Because for some reason they are all more likely to talk to him about their feelings than to each other.

Corazón, enchanted as he watches Shanks and Mihawk duel: "Wow, they don't do anything halfway, do they? I could never keep up with that, they're so good--" turns to Benn "Alright, they clearly belong together, I'll help you play wingman, what's the plan? Is there a plan? Don't worry, I'll come up with something!" And Benn has to sit there in silence because he can't tell Rosinante that he doesn't need to play anything and already got both the captain and Hawkeyes wrapped around his little finger because previously:

Shanks, in the middle of his hour long I-am-in-love-with-everything-about-Mihawk-but-I-can't-ever-do-anything-that-would-risk-what-we-have rant that Benn already learned by heart years ago: "Also, did you see Rosinante being cute? He's so protective of his kid, it's so inspiring how he's willing to go to the end of the world for Law, especially when he doesn't have the kind of power we do, but he's so creative and smart with his ability he balances it right back out; anyway, Hawkeyes […]" And Benn was sitting there like: 'wait wait wait hold up a second, what just happened---' but had to stay silent because he can't tell Shanks that previously:

Mihawk, slamming a bottle of Expensive™ wine on to the table Benn is sitting at: "I think I'm in love with two different people, is that even possible, or acceptable?? Also I'm kinda involved with both of them in two very distinctively different ways that are both highly intimate to me, but neither of them think it's the real deal, help--" (Obviously Mihawk used more dignified words, but Benn has gotten quite good at translating Hawkeyes and his sanity needs to unstiff the Hawkeyes-speech to be able to get into this, alright?) And Benn had to drink half the bottle (very good wine, Mihawk knows how to pick them) before he was able to gather himself enough to explain open relationships and polyamory to Hawkeyes of all people, but then he also had to point out that all of those require direct and open communication and it ended in a very stiff silence during which Benn refused to break eye contact with Mihawk, both of them very much aware that if there's one thing Mihawk struggles with it's communication and even more so when he's the one who has to initiate it.

All to say: Benn is suffering in stubborn loyal silence, because he won't break the trust expressed to him as a confidant. He would never ever betray Shanks' trust, he's been listening to his love sick rambling about Hawkeyes for years now and he hasn't gotten involved, he damn well won't change that just because captain has added another guy to the list. Rosinante is obviously marked by not having had trusted people to confide in pretty much all his life, and Benn will not be yet another person to disappoint him. And well, if he meddles in any of Mihawk's business by using insider information he can just as well slice his own throat.

But he's still suffering, watching them dance around each other in an seemingly eternal stalemate. And here he thought he'd only have to handle one idiot…

As the creator of your torment, I want to formally apologise for your suffering, Benn. I'm afraid it will happen again.

[ay0nha]

I am on my knees begging for CRUMBS

you disappear and come back with vengeance

please give me crumbs

anything

drafts, WIP, old stuff, anything

I need crumbs

SUMMARY: There were reasons habits quickly morphed into vices, something immoral and wicked. Yet, you were lethal, the definition of torment. Your silhouette alone was enough to send Buggy spiraling.  

PAIRING: OPLA!Buggy x f!reader (smuggler)

WORD COUNT: ~500

WARNINGS: hurt Buggy subconsciously seeking out reader for help, canon-typical things, mentions of blood/injury, smoking, sarcasm, two idiots in love, mutual pining that's ignored, slow burn, etc.

A/N: LMAOOO this made me SNORT. Any writer knows apart of the process is disappearing for a chunk and coming back thinking your WIPs write themselves lol. So you don't starve lol, below the cut I'll add what I'm currently working on! Be gentle, she's still forming up plot wise but based of a request for Buggy (OPLA)

FULL THING OUT NOW. FIND HERE.

There were reasons habits quickly morphed into vices, something immoral and wicked. Yet, you were lethal, the definition of torment. Your silhouette alone was enough to send Buggy spiraling. 

Each step toward you felt unreliable and fuzzy, making Buggy question if he reattached his limbs correctly. His gut felt twisted with a foreign feeling that he wanted to trap away. He wondered if he buried the feeling deep enough if it would turn to treasure or become forgotten rot. 

“Buggy.” Your voice even irritated him. Yet, he found relief in finding you alone. “Third time this month. Careful…I’m starting to get a big head.”

“That sounds like a medical problem…” He mumbled with little enthusiasm and a half-hearted smirk, “...should probably get seen for that.”

“Admitting you care, eh?” You teased. You were preoccupied, cigarette dangling from your lip and bobbing with every word. “What can I help you with?”

The receipts tended to be formidable, but you couldn't help but feel your concentration falter when you were met with uncharacteristic silence.  Typically, you were shy of whiplash from an unwarranted insult or backhanded compliment. However, once your eyes landed on Buggy, you only saw deep anger veiling desperation. 

 “How serious is it?” Your pen was settled beside the book, whatever records you were once concerned with dismissed.  Buggy looked awful—his posture gave away his exhaustion and discomfort.

“What? Can’t we skip the part where I say ‘the other guy looks worse’?” His busted lip ticked with dry humor. There were rumors he was in trouble, but that paled compared to the truth you knew about Buggy. 

“Depends.” You frowned. “That other guy isn’t stopping by, is he?” If it were true, you’d have to lay low, something you never had time for. “This is why I don’t like your kind.”

“My kind?” Buggy continued unamused. You weren’t more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing to him. You were a smuggler. Plain and simple. It was impossible for something to stay hidden from you for long.  “You’re not far off, sweetheart.”

His terms of endearment never held affection, but he seemed to soften this time for some reason—almost pleading between the lines. You held a trained expression, taking a moment of consideration. 

Your typical jobs with him were small. Typically, they consisted of information that he could coax out of you for trinkets. He brought the world to you. Other times, you moved things through the shadows to an even darker location. 

This was different, you decided. 

Stalking toward the clown, you saw how the pain mapped on his body.  “You look awful.” 

The jester’s bow was fueled by pained sarcasm. Although his abilities helped, Buggy's flesh was still pliable. His jaw was a deep-set purple, contrasting the faded red of his cracked lips. It was hard to distinguish what was paint and what was blood. His eyes were bloodshot with broken blood vessels, and there were gashes littering every place imaginable. 

You were surprised he was still standing. You noted how his breath became labored, as if holding onto what he could before he collapsed entirely. But looking between his eyes, you saw the struggle he had deciding what was worth his final breath: business or pleasure. 

[mystwrites]

Myst!!!! Hiii!!!!!!!

I hope you’re doing well ! I hope your new job will be treating you well soon. Big things happening for you!!

I would like to humbly request day 15 with my boys Yusuke and Kuwabara. I need Lee!Yusuke injected into my veins, and I think this is the perfect prescription for me.

If day 15 is taken, I’d love to do day 1 instead!

(If both are taken, then you may pick the day that you think matches them both well!!)

Happy TkTober!! Thank you for being such a great friend :]

DUCKYYYYY!!! I GOTCHA MY FRIEND!! HERE���S TO MY FIRST YYH FIC! Here’s lee!Yusuke and ler!Kuwabara feat. Hiei and Kurama egging them on!

Tickletober Day 15: “Are You Ticklish?”

“Are you two fools seriously wrestling right now? Out of all possible things?” Hiei grumbled.

Kurama and Hiei knew they shouldn’t question it, but sometimes they couldn’t help but get thrown off whenever Yusuke or Kuwabara randomly threw themselves at the other and began to fight. It was one of their go to methods of distracting the enemy, but it was also quite distracting whenever they decided to fight while attempting to watch a movie on movie night.

“I must beat Urameshi!!” Kuwabara growled, yelling as Yusuke flipped him and held him in a headlock.

“Gotcha!” Yusuke chuckled, releasing Kuwabara who suddenly began his counter attack, nearly gaining the upper hand. “Whoa!”

Suddenly interested in the brawl, Kurama and Hiei began to watch intently, placing bets on who would win. All bets were on Yusuke winning until they watched him jump and shriek as Kuwabara’s hand accidentally jabbed him in the side amidst their scuffle.

“What was that, Spirit Detective?” Hiei snorted, smirking at the teen. “You sounded like a dying cow.”

“Shut up, Hiei! Mind your own damn business! You’re not involved in this fight!” Yusuke snapped, rolling his sleeves up and facing Kuwabara. “Alright, now you’ve done it, Kuwabara! Get ready to be fucked up!”

“He was minding his business, Urameshi.” Kuwabara laughed, smirking in the same manner Hiei was. “I think the pipsqueak is actually onto something…something I can use to finally kick your ass!”

“Huh? And what is he even getting at?” Yusuke asked, crossing his arms.

Kurama turned away and sputtered, Hiei doing the same. Yusuke glared at them but turned back to Kuwabara who somehow snuck closer while the demon boys distracted him.

“How’d you get so close?” Yusuke asked, backing up.

“You looked away and I decided to silently sneak closer.” Kuwabara said, inching closer as Yusuke backed up. “I have a question for you.~”

“Just ask it you idiot! What’s the question?” Yusuke snapped, clearly growing irritated.

“Are you ticklish, Urameshi?~”

Yusuke decided to ignore Kurama and Hiei both giggling up a storm from their seat on the couch and shook his head. He wasn’t. There was no way he, the great spirit detective was definitely not ticklish.

“Pffft! You’re pushing your luck.” Yusuke replied, crossing his arms. “Desperate to win, huh? I’m not ticklish! Being ticklish is for babies!”

“Ohhh…I don’t think he’s desperate…” Kurama snickered, turning to smile at Yusuke. “Better stay vigilant, Yusuke.”

“And why do you think that, foxy…AAAAGHHH!!!”

Kurama and Hiei both cackled as Kuwabara launched himself onto Yusuke the moment he turned to face away from him, taking him to the floor and sitting on his lower back. Amidst all of Yusuke’s shouts and curses, Kuwabara managed to get his hands latched onto the shorter boy’s ribs, bringing out a loud laugh.

“And that’s why.” Kurama giggled, covering his mouth.

“Bingo!” Kuwabara exclaimed, digging his fingertips in and traveling up to Yusuke’s armpits. “Thanks for distracting him, Kurama!”

“My pleasure.” the redhead replied.

“Yeah! Get him! Get the detective!” Hiei cheered, enjoying Yusuke’s torment. “Get him good!!”

Yusuke clawed at the ground, trying his hardest to escape. He was failing to do so however. Each time Kuwabara moved his fingers, it sent ticklish shocks up his entire body, weakening him more and more by the second. Realizing there was no escape, Yusuke reached behind him and grabbed Kuwabara’s wrists, laughing harder by the second as the onslaught continued.

“C-come ohohon!!” Yusuke laughed, trying to kick Kuwabara with his feet. “Y-you gohohotta stop, man!! Ahahaa!! Seheheriously!! Ihihi should b-behehe the one kicking y-your a-AAHAAHAHASS!!”

“Ahahaha!! I don’t think so, my friend!” Kuwabara exclaimed, squeezing Yusuke’s hips. “Or actually, what do you two think? Should I let him go?”

Kurama and Hiei shared a look and shrugged, deciding to turn away and leave the decision up to Kuwabara. However, the answer was a consecutive “keep going” so Kuwabara continued, jabbing Yusuke in the back of his ribs, along his sides and digging into his armpits.

“I’ll ask again, Urameshi. Are you ticklish?” Kuwabara sang, enjoying the sight of the undefeatable Yusuke suddenly very close to calling it quits and surrendering.

“N-NO! NOHOHO!! STOHOHOP IT HAHAA!! I-IHIHI’M NOT TICKLISH, KUWABARAAHAHA!!” Yusuke wheezed, slapping his friend’s wrists.

“You’re not?” Kuwabara teased, digging into Yusuke’s sides little harder. “Then what’s so funny?”

“Y-YOUR FAHAHACE!!” Yusuke cackled, knowing he got under Kuwabara’s skin the moment he heard a gasp.

Yusuke finally got a breather as Kuwabara stopped, glaring at him playfully. Kurama and Hiei on the side snorted loudly and laughed, looking to the duo.

“Are you seriously stopping, Kuwabara? He just made fun of your face.” Kurama taunted, Yusuke glaring at him.

“Kurama! Shut up!” Yusuke hissed.

“I would’ve said the same, but I think Doofus should get you for that comment, Detectve.” Hiei added, smirking evilly as Kuwabara winked at him.

“Oh shut up, Hiei! You wouldn’t be able to ha-AAHAHAHAHAA!!” Yusuke was thrown back into a laughing fit, squirming and slapping at Kuwabara who went back to tickling him.

“Tsk. Not ticklish, my ass!” Kuwabara scoffed. “I think you’re the most ticklish out of all of us.”

“I-I’M NOHOHOT!!! AHAHAHAHAA!!” Yusuke protested, snorting amidst his wild laughter. “STOP IT AHAHHAA!!”

“Do you give up then?” Kuwabara taunted, grinning as Yusuke shook his head.

“N-NO! NOHOHO!! I DON’T SUHUHURRENDER!!”

“Oh well…then I have permission from you to keep going.~”

It took a good five minutes for Yusuke to finally concede, but he did in fact admit that he is ticklish. However, much to everyone’s horror, Yusuke’s tickle attack suddenly got Kuwabara in the mood to find his next tickle victim and his eyes fell upon the shortest of the group.

“Hieeeeiiiii.~” Kuwabara sang, his fingers wiggling. “Are you…”

“Fuck this! I’m out!” Hiei growled, suddenly dodging Kuwabara.

While the two started a wild goose chase, Kurama sat next to Yusuke who was still trying to recover. The fox demon chuckled and pat his friend on the head.

“Are you okay, Yusuke?” he asked, praying that Yusuke didn’t actually die from laughing.

“Y-yeah. I’m good.” Yusuke huffed, sitting up and rubbing his sides.

“So…” Kurama chuckled, giving his friend a smug grin. “Not ticklish, hm?”

“Don’t even start!” Yusuke growled. “Let’s just watch Kuwabara fail to get Hiei.”

[dyns33]

Good Uncles - Sequel

Anti Y/N needs Morpheus' help, because her uncles are stupid

(Good Omens season 2 spoilers)

Y/N and Morpheus loved each other more than anything.

This was what Matthew repeated to himself when the young woman came to see him with her strange request, and especially her comment which could have been taken as an insult in any other circumstances.

But Y/N loved Morpheus, so she certainly hadn't meant to be rude, and Morpheus loved Y/N, so he wouldn't take it badly.

Besides, she wasn't really wrong, even if the raven would deny agreeing with her if the boss asked.

"Since Dream is an idiot who has trouble communicating, I figured he could help me with my family problem, but since he has trouble communicating, I need your help to ask him."

"… Did you just say he was an idiot ?"

"Yes." Y/N said simply, looking at him with a face that said she didn't see the problem. "The worst idiot in the world, just before my uncles. So I need his advice to reconcile them, like they helped us to finally be together."

"… He loves you, but I don't know if he'll be happy with you saying he's an idiot."

"That's not the point. Will you help me ?"

Y/N's family problem seemed simple enough.

Her uncles, two other idiots, were totally in love with each other, without ever admitting it to each other for centuries. Then, one day, one of them decided to be brave, and the other ran away, not knowing how to react to all these feelings. Some sort of break up then, or whatever it was.

In fact, it was more complicated, since one of the uncles was an angel, the other was a demon, they were on opposite sides but kept secretly allying since the beginning of humanity, and now the being of light had had a promotion, forcing him to return up there.

He had suggested to his sidekick that he could come with him, be an angel again, but of course, the demon had categorically refused, suggesting instead that they stay together on Earth, happy and far from the divine and infernal stories.

Then there was a kiss, and the end of the world.

“Well, not literally the end of the world…” sighed Y/N, former antichrist, who had decided not to destroy the universe as Lucifer wished. "But it was still terrible. Aziraphale calls me through the celestial channels, and even though he pretends he's okay, I can clearly see that he's sad. And Crowley… He's devastated ! He really thought that they were going to be together forever. He drinks all the time and hardly leaves the house anymore. I threatened to destroy his car, nothing ! I threatened to destroy his car by driving it and risking having a accident, he destroyed the car."

“He remains sane despite his turmoil.”

"Morpheus, my dear, this doesn't help me. What can I do to make them stop their nonsense and see that they can't live without each other ?"

Dream of the Endless opened his mouth, and closed it almost immediately, after his faithful raven pecked his hand. He turned to Matthew, who was staring at him with a stern look, silently begging him to think before speaking.

"Even though technically no one needs others to live, I know the torment of broken hearts, my younger sister having shown it to me and having experienced it myself. It is difficult to help those who suffer of this pain, especially if they are stubborn by nature, as are angels and demons."

“You who are stubborn by nature, how have you been helped in the past during such difficult moments ?”

"… It takes time. My father doesn't help directly, but he allows the wounds to heal, the memories to be less painful, and to learn from all these experiences. I don't know if you can help your uncles, my love. Your presence and your shoulder are the only things you can offer to them, as well as advices, but whether they decide to follow them is up to them."

"I don't like that answer. It's not a stupid answer."

"I'm not as stupid as you seem to think."

"Obviously. You're only an idiot when it concerns you." Y/N joked, kissing his cheek before he started to pout. "Thank you, Morpheus. I'll try to help them. It's hard to see them like this when they were so happy before."

The dream master didn't like seeing his lover so saddened, but as he had told her, it was not possible to solve her problem as easily as she hoped.

Feelings were complicated, changing, volatile things. They were even more complex for celestial beings, who were not supposed to feel them, or at least not in a repeated or negative way.

Joy mostly, sometimes sadness for others in the case of angels, a lot of anger in the case of demons, but certainly not love.

Crowley and Aziraphale having never done anything like everyone else, they had to test this limit, and it went badly.

It wasn't a surprise, but Morpheus was a little disappointed with how this story turned out. Because it made Y/N suffer, but also because he had been secretly observing the two clandestine friends since the beginning of their romance, waiting to see what would happen, and savoring the demon's dreams and hopes.

A dreaming demon, full of imagination, and defying the infernal authorities. The only one. Of course he was favored by the Lord of Nightmares.

While Y/N tried her best to comfort him on Earth, even though she still had trouble getting him out of his apartment, Dream decided to pay a visit to the Heavenly Kingdom to greet the new manager.

"Your lordship ! What a surprise ! What a joy ! You… Y/N is not in trouble, I would know. I'm keeping an eye on her. Are you still having trouble in hell ? They've been a little panicked since Belzebub left, but we haven't noticed any suspicious activity."

"I have no quarrel with the underworld at this moment, Aziraphale. I have come to see you."

"See us ? As a courtesy call ? Good… Very good." stammered the angel, who was not as stupid as his niece seemed to think either.

“Let’s talk about my brother’s book.”

"No ! I mean… We've had this conversation before, noble dream lord. Although the mighty Destiny knows everything, the divine plan remains ineffable, and we are not supposed to know it. So I do not wish to talk about this subject."

"And I would not force you to do so. But know that no one escapes their destiny, however strange it may seem, unexpected and distant. We can try to flee it, delay it, fear it, but as certain as a kiss, it will happen."

Aziraphale looked at Morpheus without saying anything. He understood the message well, and even though he knew it was a bluff, because no one except Destiny and God knew what was in the book, he wanted to believe what those words meant.

It was scary, it would take time, but his winding path would one day lead him back to Crowley. Something inside him kept repeting it.

"Anyway…" Dream added before leaving. “If that wasn’t the Plan, there’s no stopping my sweet Y/N, or me, who hates seeing her sad.”

That same evening, aften several months, the angel contacted the demon for the first time.

It was complicated, because Crowley remained stubborn, and hurt, but he agreed to listen, a bit satisfied that it was not him who took the first step, feeling considered.

When she asked him if he had anything to do with it, and what he had done, Morpheus replied that he had simply been diplomatic and tactful.

"In other words he scared the cherub. Because fear works well with idiots."

“Matthew, leave us.”

“He was afraid of losing you last time, that’s why he agreed to talk.”

“Get out of my sight, now.”

"Thank you, Dream. Thank you so much." Y/N said, hugging him tenderly.

The problem was not resolved, but after several calls, because the fear of the wrath of Y/N and her lover was less strong than the fear of losing his demon, it was allowed to see the exchanges as a good omen for the future.

[aceonn]

SO SO SO

My two hyperfixations right now are Ensemble Stars and Project Sekai, so of course I had to think about what enstars and pjsekai characters I would want to see interact. And of course I made a list that has been sitting in my Notes app for God knows how long…

Units I want to see interact:

WonderlandsxShowtime and RYUSEITAI: There has been FANART of this for Gods sake (here and here) BECAUSE THEY ARE LITERALLY EACH OTHERS COUNTERPARTS. Like they’ve got the confident leader, the hyperactive group member(s), That One Guy, and the only semi-normal ones! I want to see Emu, Tetora, and Sengoku practicing poses together, Rui studying Kanata like a lab specimen, and Nene and Midori looking at each other, exhausted, saying “you too?” “sigh…yeah…”

Vivid Bad Squad and Knights: MY TWO FAVORITE UNITS INTERACTING!! YAY!! EVERYONE CHEERS!!! Akito would be even more exhausted now that he has more idiots to take care of…He would fucking HATE Leo…and I CRAVE Kohane and Suou interactions. I think Ritsu would probably use Toya as a lap pillow, he’d probably like the fact Toya would be too scared to move. Also I want to see An gay panicking over Arashi. I will accept no substitutes.

More More Jump and Ra*bits: EEK EEK EEK!! This would be so adorable like I just realized how similar Nazuna and Airi are…like they’re both energetic and responsible tsundere types (also did you know tsundere autocorrects to reindeer??) and Tomoya and Minori would be so precious…Shizuku would LOVE the Ra*bits members, she’d probably have so much fun playing with them. It would just be the cutest most wholesome group interactions ever.

Leo/Need and Trickstar: THEY ARE LITERALLY EACH OTHERS COUNTERPARTS OH MY GOD

Characters I want to see interact:

Hiyori Tomoe (Eden) and Mizuki Akiyama (Nightcord At 25:00): None of you understand how deeply I CRAVE this. I would commit FELONIES for this. I would murder someone or give someone toe curling backshots for JUST ONE HIYOMIZU INTERACTION. I want to see these two girlbosses girlboss together. They’re both mischievous transgender (With Hiyori it’s just a headcanon for Mizuki it’s practically confirmed) gremlins who love shopping and tormenting their two loyal servants (Ena and Jun) who they are most definitely in love with. (And Ena and Jun are probably trans too tbh) I want them to shop and try on clothes together. THAT IS ALL PLEASE

Rinne Amagi (Crazy:B) and Akito Shinonome (Vivid Bad Squad): YAY REDHEAD TO REDHEAD COMMUNICATION!!! I feel like Rinne would see through Akito’s “good boy” persona IMMEDIATELY and would be having the time of his life teasing Akito and trying to make him drop the persona. Akito would probably either try to keep up the persona to the end out of spite or drop it immediately to yell at Rinne. Either way it would be hilarious and a repeat of the AkiMizu interactions.

Sena Izumi (Knights) and Ena Shinonome (Nightcord At 25:00): Bro…they are literally gender bent versions of each other…Like come on. Two tsunderes who are hell bent on looking good at all times, are crushing on transgender gremlins (Leo and Mizuki) and are extremely fixated on social media and makeup?? Like yes please?? I want them to shop for makeup together, shit talk everyone, Ena force Izumi to take her social media pictures for her, and see them share skincare routines. I am BEGGING for this I DON’T CARE WHOSE DICK I HAVE TO SUCK PLEASE

Natsume Sakasaki (Switch) and Rui Kamishiro (WonderlandsxShowtime): I mean…I don’t think I have to explain this one…

Arashi Narukami (Knights) and Shizuku Hinomori (More More Jump): I would KILL for these two to model together and try on cute outfits. Arashi would get extremely worn out by having to watch over Shizuku 24/7 but would find her too precious to leave alone and honestly same. I imagine it to be a lot like when Mafuyu and Honami had to babysit Shizuku during the 2024 April Fools event. And to top it off, them as a duo would give everyone gay (and straight) panic. An would spontaneously combust with just one look.

Subaru Akehoshi (Trickstar) and Saki Tenma (Leo/Need): Honestly Trickstar and Leo/Need have so much in common! Their uniforms both suck!! (/j but not really) Subaru and Saki are both the energetic golden retrievers of the group, and I would LOVE to see them both interact, especially with characters like Shio and Midori. Just little wholesome bundles of sunshine!

Kaoru Hakaze (UNDEAD) and Mafuyu Asahina (Nightcord At 25:00): I’m just imagining Kaoru flirting with her (DW MAFUYU IS CANONICALLY 17/18 SO IN THIS AU SHES 18) and Mafuyu being completely unaffected by it…Kaoru would probably know something was up with her and be freaked out, similar to Emu, but would keep on regardless

Midori Takamine (RYUSEITAI) and Nene Kusanagi (WonderlandsxShowtime): Part 3 of They Are Literally Each Other! They are both the only normal members of their groups with crushes on their group leaders (POLYSHOW AND MIDOCHIA FOR THE WIN!!) and are both cynical and have a love for mascots! Him and Nene would go to the arcade together and absolutely EMPTY the crane machines. They would also play video games together and he would probably just backseat her lol

Kuro Kiryu (AKATSUKI) and Kohane Azusawa (Vivid Bad Squad): Like imagine how wholesome this would be. Kohane would probably be intimidated by Kuro at first, but she would warm up to him pretty quick. Kuro, on the other hand, would probably think she’s adorable and precious and treat her kinda like a small animal. THEY WOULD BE THE ONLY DUO EVER and honestly would work as a ship…Think about it…

HiMERU (Crazy:B) and Emu Otori (WonderlandsxShowtime): OK OK HEAR ME OUT Emu would probably be like a toned down, less assholey Rinne in the sense she would wear HiMERU down to no end but he would kinda subconsciously take care of her, like an older brother with a hyperactive little sister!

Mika Kagehira (Valkyrie) and Minori Hanasato (More More Jump): OH MY GOD TWO SILLIES WITH AUTISM AND EXTREMELY VISIBLE CRUSHES!! OH MY GOD!!

Leo Tsukinaga (Knights) and Kanade Yoisaki (Nightcord at 25:00): Two mentally ill composers with savior complexes meet…what could go wrong…They would probably like each other and compose songs together, and I think Leo would try to force Kanade to go outside and she would try to reject him in the nicest way possible but would just go along with it in the end…And then she would pass out and Leo would dump cold water on her or something (because he’s STUPID and I love him)

[crisiscutie]

If the Darling Ended Up Trapped in a House Full of Yandere Sephiroths...

Had this wonderful ramble that popped into my mind, please enjoy~. 

Content Warnings: NSFW themes, mentions of violence, breeding and implied non-con.

Ignoring the first obvious scenario of the Crisis Cuties turning the house into a chaotic scene of violence, let's say they (barely) manage to keep their composure, aware that they must work together to exist and prevent their darling from being killed in the chaos. Of course, the Sephiroths still smolder with a monstrous rage, and they will set off on their unique missions to have the darling for themselves. 

༻❁༺ The Leaders

OG FF7/Jenova!Sephiroth: The leader of the Yandere Sephiroths. He’s the most romantic with the darling, their relationship resembling a married couple. Dictates how and when the darling is shared. His family-man tendencies will show up a lot, as he often scolds C.C and 7R Seph for quarreling while simultaneously being a source of wisdom for his less stable and immature selves. Often checks on the darling’s welfare and has to remind other Sephs (Especially C.C, AC and 7R) that she is more than a special toy. Some of this concern is derived from breeding purposes, though. A part of him thinks that he can actually co-exist with other Sephiroths. 

Dissidia Sephiroth: Second in command. He was the first one to recognize that the Sephiroths needed each other, as well as the darling. Is certainly the most gentle with the darling. Definitely has a Master/Pet relationship with the darling. Closest thing to the Fluffy Sephiroth she once knew, while he still has his yandere ways. He tries to nurture C.C in his own odd way, as if he feels some sort of shared bond with him. Who knows?  Don’t wanna reveal too much about him with the Dissidia prompt in the future cards. 

༻❁༺ The Troublemakers

C.C (Nibelheim Incident Sephiroth): All Sephiroths are clingy in their own ways, but this Sephiroth? He's a blanket of warmth, wrapping his darling up in a never-ending embrace. When his time with his mother darling is nearly over, he is almost always causing a chaotic scene. Also often told to get his dick out of the darling.

 I would like to think whenever the other Sephiroths squabbled, he would become eerily quiet, his arms tightly wrapped around his darling as he nestled into her neck, silently judging the other idiots before him. He would snarl and bare his teeth at any Sephiroth that approached him and the darling. Would often cry on the darling’s shoulder or chest in privacy. 

7R Sephiroth: Also another instigator. Every time the squabbles begin, he will certainly accuse C.C of trying to steal the darling away whenever he cuddles up to her. He also enjoys bullying C.C, often tormenting him and pushing him to get eliminated first. He will observe C.C.'s faltering ability to tell differences between the darling and Jenova, calling him out on it while AC Seph would cruelly assure C.C that he wouldn't be wrong in the future, his future. 

He'd deftly make cutting remarks to the other Sephiroths, hoping to turn them against each other. He will certainly put the darling in places she can’t get out of easily. Whenever C.C. isn't causing a scene, it's 7R Seph’s mischievousness and trickery the source of problems. Makes fun of C.C for his milk/nursing kink and cockwarming kink even though he does the same. 

AC Sephiroth: He's the epitome of calculation. Each step of his is deliberate and precise, unlike the others. He only sees OG Seph as his intellectual rival. In his dreams, he often sees himself slaughtering every one of his selves and merging Jenova and the darling into a single entity. He loves watching his darling squirm as her mind is torn between two opposing emotions, a feeling of unease and ease. He would playfully wonder which emotion her mind will settle on for him. Is like a bitter, scorned ex lover toward the darling.

 Also, way too kinky with the darling for the other Sephiroth’s liking, and that’s saying something. All other Sephiroths are wary of him, especially Dissidia Seph, who likes to keep close tabs on him. He has a complex relationship with 7R Sephiroth, one that is teetering between friendliness and mystery. Totally not trying to imply a certain theory here, haha.

༻❁༺ The Special Guest and the Darling. 

KH Sephiroth: A special guest of the household every now and then. While the different Sephiroths are interesting to him, he isn't shocked by any of them. He is the least attached to the Darling as he wonders where Cloud is half the time. But he still finds her adorable. He would love to hear her whimper as his blade slides across her delicate skin, her begging him to stop. To hold her squirming, bleeding form would be a special gift, for sure. Is like an aloof, older brother to the darling. She is always vying for his acknowledgement and attention....

Meanwhile, the darling would break from the immense pressure of dealing with so many personalities. C.C, 7R and AC Sephs often cycle the blame of who dealt the killing blow to the darling’s psyche. But no matter, the darling now welcomes the Sephiroths with a newfound love, while clinging to slivers of her former self. The Crisis Cutie will often cycle through her intense emotions whenever she’s with her beloved men.

Nothing can compare to the shock and fear she has whenever AC Seph talks of his plans to merge her with Jenova. Or the curious discomfort whenever OG Seph discuss breeding her with Jenova. The safety she senses with Dissidia Sephiroth, or the warm, playful atmosphere C.C. creates when he's not in one of his moods. The excitement she feels when 7R Sephiroth seductively whispers cryptic messages into her ear. They’re all her beloved men and she wouldn't trade them for anything.

Quick, claim your favorite Yandere Seph~!

[gogandmagog]

I need your thoughts in a Gilbert who didn't meet Anne until later in life- let's say at redmond

For the sake of historical accuracy, PLEASE PICTURE ME DOING THE RASPUTIN DANCE as I read this. I love this ask, and I stan the asker. 🫡❤️

I think we’ve briefly talked about this before, in a superficial sort of way, but I’m obviously thrilled to get a little (read: okay, a lot) more detailed.

What would Gilbert be like, if he hadn’t met Anne until Redmond?

Anytime anyone takes this approach in fanfiction… I admit; I cower in a corner and try to look away. Of all the Anne multiverses, this is my least favourite. Like, easily. This notion makes my head and my heart say OW OW OW. For me, a big part of why Anne and Gilbert went in so deep was the heft and weight of the history between them. Their story is a slow burn that lasts well over a decade, these two idiots-in-love have known each other since they were 11 and ‘nearly 14’ respectively. We have all the good stuff, right? Their initial meet-cute-to-end-all-other-meet-cutes, the frenemies, the one-then-two-sided pining, the grand gestures that give way to an honest friendship (no one makes Anne laugh like Gilbert does, and he’s the SOLE fellow she feels comfortable enough with to share her honest feelings with, also see: Rollings Reliable)… it just means so much to me. When we take that away, we take away so much of what makes them… them.

But of course, you can rely on Gilbert himself to articulate these thoughts, too.

“Yes, it’s beautiful,” said Gilbert, looking steadily down into Anne’s uplifted face, “but wouldn’t it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been NO separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?” — Gilbert ‘the absolute sweetest and most poignant peach’ Blythe, Anne of Avonlea

But hey. Let’s go there anyway, because it v interesting and natural to wonder and speculate about.

To make it make sense, we must first subtract Anne from Green Gables, and Avonlea.

And 🥴… there’s a lot of collateral there. Minnie May Berry would’ve suffered the most and pays for the Anne-void discrepancy with her actual life. Lavendar Lewis? She would’ve never reconnected with Stephen Irving… and Mister Harrison would have stayed estranged from his wife. There’d be no A.V.I.S., although that seems like teeny-tiny in the wake of the rest. On the flip side, would Matthew have lived longer had the boy meant for Green Gables actually been sent? A solid maybe. And Gilbert? He would’ve never had any sense knocked (cracked, slated) into him.

Before Anne arrives in Avonlea we have a couple canon descriptions of Gilbert, thanks to Diana. We learn that he ‘torments the life’ out of the girls (and further, that they like it), and that he’s “aw’fly” handsome. We first see him pinning Ruby Gillis’ hair unto the back of her desk chair. A hot minute later, he’s all but desperate for Anne to look at him. Moreover, he thinks Anne should look at him.

“Gilbert Blythe wasn’t used to putting himself out to make a girl look at him and meeting with failure.” — Anne of Green Gables

Without Anne? Gilbert Blythe is probably a bit of cad (need that gif of Josie Pye saying, “Gilbert Blythe is rake” right here). Just kind of a regular hoe. BUT. We have a canon quote to support this, too.

‘Even in quiet Avonlea there were temptations to be met and faced. White Sands youth were a rather “fast” set, and Gilbert was popular wherever he went. But he meant to keep himself worthy of Anne’s friendship and perhaps some distant day her love; and he watched over word and thought and deed as jealously as if her clear eyes were to pass in judgment on it.’ — Anne of Avonlea

I feel in terms of just straight-up facts, we can reduce Anneless Gilbert to :

1. a smarty pants in an academic sense,

2. a smarty pants in the jokey non-academic sense

3. popular

4. cute, and aware he’s cute; that ‘teasing smile’ never really quits and he carries on winking ‘with inexpressible drollery’ just whenever he sees fit

This list looks a lot like the Gilbert we canonly know, until we arrive at…

5. egotistical on a degree level of… eh, medium-rare?

Without Anne to ego-check him; Gilberts pride remains fully intact, and what’s more, it’s grown and developed into a mature and self-assured vanity by the time he lands in Kingsport. Without Anne, by the time he’s 17, I think he’s probably walked home and/or kissed every pretty or exceptional girl in a good fifteen-mile radius. I would alsooo guess that Avonlea folks imagined he’d eventually settle down with Ruby. But what they don’t know is that he’s gone kissed every last one of the fine Gillis sisters. Even the oldest ones, Myra and Sara. I would also confidently speculate that this boy’s rather cavalier with his Romeo-ing ways, too, and that he’s inadvertently hurt some very real feelings… without even fully realising it. He just doesn’t take anything… seriously. Which Gillis sister did he kiss first? Oh, don’t ask him. He doesn’t remember.

And let’s support this guess with another semi-related and semi-justifying canon quote?

"Did I ever correspond with Ruby Gillis? I'd forgotten. Poor Ruby!” — Gilbert ‘dashing out heart hopes everywhere’ Blythe, Anne of Ingleside

But awoooo, settle down? No, Sir, not Gilbert. Gilbert wanders into Redmond a bachelor, free and clear of any responsibilities or ties, back home. ‘Excellent creatures though they are,’ there’s not been a single girl that he’s crossed paths with that has yet been able to stir his deeps… or even his shallows.

ADDITIONALLY… he walks into Redmond maybe two or three years earlier than he did in the books. Because without Anne, Gilbert has no reason to give up the Avonlea school – he saves his would-be room and board expenses by living at the Blythe homestead, and very simply and economically gets to college all the quicker for it. He does still want to be a Doctor. He has a great-uncle that’s a Doctor over in Four Winds, and Gilbert still believes…

“It’s a splendid profession,” he said enthusiastically. “A fellow has to fight something all through life . . . didn’t somebody once define man as a fighting animal? . . . and I want to fight disease and pain and ignorance . . . which are all members one of another. I want to do my share of honest, real work in the world, Anne . . . add a little to the sum of human knowledge that all the good men have been accumulating since it began. The folks who lived before me have done so much for me that I want to show my gratitude by doing something for the folks who will live after me. It seems to me that is the only way a fellow can get square with his obligations to the race.” — Gilbert ‘getting rather sentimental now’ Blythe, Anne of Avonlea

Now here’s where I fall off and digress again. I believe this is the end of educated guessing and reasonable fact-inventing about what an Anneless Gilbert probably looks like.

But for bonus points, what happens with this version of Gilbert collides with a version of Anne that never made it to Avonlea? Do they still get together? Likely. But HOW?

If someone put a gun to my head (lollll) and made me write (as previously denounced, I realise) a fanfiction about it (warning, it’s definitely gonna be giving… sensationalist and 🤌🏻 fanfictiony, but really if you’re gonna go AU… go AU; all this fully recognising that this would never be a LMM setting), here’s how I’d try to pull it off:

Anne, by the time she’s fourteen, has run away from the Hopetown Assylum. It’s nothing but hunger (Anne of Ingleside), verbal abuse, maybe worse abuse, and (despite the name) hopelessness there. Anne’s resourceful, we know she has a special knack for making things happen, and she decides to strike out on her own. But not without a plan. There’s not a lot of jobs for kids out there that also come with a safe place to lay their heads at night (though she might make up her mind to sleep under a nice obliging tree, should the need arise; “I had made up my mind that if you didn’t come for me to-night I’d go down the track to that big wild cherry-tree at the bend, and climb up into it to stay all night. I wouldn’t be a bit afraid, and it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine, don’t you think?” ), so she, playing to her strengths and daring to dream, thinks of drama and being a stage actress. She gives a spectacularly good reading of Tennyson’s “the Lady of Shalott” to a Hopetown Theatre manager who not only pities her but also finds her wildly entertaining. Alas… he cannot offer her a job. He tells her, though, that he has contacts with W.W. Cole Circus (they toured Nova Scotia in the 1880’s, I checked this out too; I have whatever unimaginative disability it is that requires even fantasies to have bearings in reality), that W.W. Cole is always looking for cheap labour while they tour. Only!! They really just hire/have use for boys. (We can circle back to déjà vu-ish Green Gables problems here.) Anne, however, doesn’t care. She’s got a lead. She knows she can work just as hard as any boy, and means to prove it. She’s given a job (mucking elephant stalls, for starters) on a trial basis (circling Avonlea again), and does such a bang-up job that she’s kept on for a week. She becomes an instant friend with “Nova Scotian Giantess” Anna Swan. (Also a real person, from a real W.W. Cole circus circuit, pls see above regarding fantasies borne from reality. She was 7 feet, 11 inches tall, 400 pounds, and eventually married another ‘giant’ from Kentucky). Anna advocates for Anne to be kept on permanently (trying to @ Aunt Josephine almost, here). Anna, who is emphatically religious (irl when she retired, she went on to teach Sunday School at her church) and ladylike and kind, sees to Anne’s studies and upbringing when they aren’t performing. She recognises Anne’s academic abilities and leverages her own position to see that Anne is promoted, as the years carry on. Anna, duh, encourages Anne to save her wages—enough to get herself through four years at Redmond college… that she might go on to have a career outside the instability of circus acts. By the time Anne is 20, she’s far more widely recognised as Lady Cordelia Fitzgerald, and she’s a terribly accomplished trapeze artist and a very elegant acrobat (let’s throw in one minor incident where she fell off a tightrope and broke her ankle here, as we circle back to Avonlea ridgepoles), as well as especial homies with every tiger and elephant and cigar-smoking-chimp that graces the ring. She woefully wears the assigned pink tights and costume, despite often still lamenting that “red haired people should never wear pink.” She also has finally saved enough of her wages to get herself a B.A.

Her very last performance sees her signing off at W.W. Cole’s Kingsport show. Who do you bet’s in the audience? Gilbert Blythe. The football captain, Lamba Theta inductee, incumbent class president… who also, as it happens, is there escorting one Philippa Gordon.

“I saw only one really handsome fellow among them. He went away before you came. I heard his chum call him Gilbert.” — Phil Gordon, Anne of the Island

Gilbert’s taken with ‘Lady Cordelia’ at first glance. Phil’s also taken with her. The two spend the rest of the show trying to spot Lady Cordelia in her support roles of the other acts. Is that Lady Cordelia lighting the fiery rings? At any rate, for Gilbert, the deeps? Shaken, stirred, invariably earthquaked, when he and Phil get to make actual introductions at the end of the evening production, as they and the rest of the crowd walk out, stage-door style. Anne, on the other hand, is unimpressed at best.That boy was “awfully bold to wink at a strange girl” (he’s not even the first fellow to wink at her in the last thirty minutes)… all while another girl was on his arm, no less. Rather a splendid chin, though. 👀 Maybe one could say he was equally as handsome as he was bold.

“But, of course, the one I like best I can’t get. Gilbert Blythe won’t take any notice of me, except to look at me as if I were a nice little kitten he’d like to pat. Too well I know the reason. I owe you a grudge, Queen Anne.” — Philippa Gordon, Anne of the Island

That small matter aside, who else might be in attendance? I mean, Roy Gardner, of course. (This could easily substitute his, “And you are the Miss Shirley who read the Tennyson paper at the Philomathic the other evening, aren’t you?”)

Days later, and still wanting to know exactly who she was, Phil catches sight of ‘Lady Cordelia’ (wearing Redmond colors, at that!) reading epitaphs at Old St. John’s cemetery, and we slip back into canon here. Almost. Phil and Anne become fast friends, as is natural and fitting, but far less can be said for poor Gilbert, who now has a very awkward time trying to gently cast off Phil while simultaneously wanting to cosy up to her new freshette friend. After all, Anne is Gilbert’s ideal woman.

If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul. Gilbert was as yet little more than a boy; but a boy has his dreams as have others, and in Gilbert’s future there was always a girl with big, limpid gray eyes, and a face as fine and delicate as a flower. — Gilbert Blythe, Anne of Avonlea

For Gilbert to finally win over that ‘Queen Anne, my Queen Anne, queen of my heart’ we’ll need to see academic rivalry, a relationship-mending grand gesture (these two starting off on the wrong foot is a canon event, and I cannot interfere), Gilbert Saves a Life or Two (lots of congenital health problems for people of Anna’s size, her hand is shooting right up as a volunteer for this incident, and by now Gilbert is nearly white coat qualified), one rejected proposal after two years of genuine friendship, Anne and Roy fully courting, and Gilbert Blythe’s to ego finally give way to the purity of his dreams and aspirations.

“He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of its goddess. She held over him the unconscious influence that every girl, whose ideals are high and pure, wields over her friends; an influence which would endure as long as she was faithful to those ideals and which she would as certainly lose if she were ever false to them. In Gilbert’s eyes Anne’s greatest charm was the fact that she never stooped to the petty practices of so many of the Avonlea girls—the small jealousies, the little deceits and rivalries, the palpable bids for favor. Anne held herself apart from all this, not consciously or of design, but simply because anything of the sort was utterly foreign to her transparent, impulsive nature, crystal clear in its motives and aspirations.” -- Anne of Avonlea

And ultimately, this seems like a good place for that old case of typhoid for Gilbert and for Anne to realise her feelings, too. It would take Gilbert a full four years and nearly dying trying, to put a ring on it. For my last trick (read: in conclusion), here's a cute lil’ attempt at more canon justification for this utter nonsense (if you just squint):

"Mother dearwums," said Jem, "can I have those old ostrich feathers in the garret to sew in the back of my pants for a tail? We're going to have a circus tomorrow and I'm to be the ostrich. And we're going to get an elephant." "Do you know that it costs six hundred dollars a year to feed an elephant?" said Gilbert solemnly. "An imaginary elephant doesn't cost anything," explained Jem patiently. Anne laughed. "We never need to be economical in our imaginations, thank heaven." — Anne of Ingleside

SO FRIENDS. ROMANS. @batrachised.

What would yooooour take on an Anneless Gilbert be? An Avonlealess Anne? I’m sooo curious.

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DRIVERS LICENCE

PAIRING jake x reader GENRE best friends to lovers to exes, angst no comfort, highschool/college AU WARNINGS insecurities,infidelity surpriseeee WC 1.1k series masterlist

March 3rd, 2003

leaning in close, with a melted popsicle in his hand, jakes eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke of your future adventures. "Imagine this," jake said, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of his lips. "you get your driver's license, and we hit the open road. we drive across the country, all the way to Malibu."

your heart fluttered at the thought, a blend of anticipation and affection swelling within you. you leaned back, your eyes shining with a reflection of the dream jake had introduced. "malibu," you repeated, your voice filled with a sense of wonder and disbelief. "so you want me to waste perfect gas and go to malibu?? out of all places? sure, once we arrive, we'll find the perfect spot on the beach, lay out a blanket, and enjoy strawberry ice cream as we watch the rich rotting away with their money." you exclaimed sarcastically in which he only laughed. eyes formed into little crescents, complimenting the stars you held for him in your own.

"come on, we need to get out of this hell of a town! get a little bit adventurous! i swear, if i see Mrs O'Conners face any longer after we graduate, i'm going to go mental" he sighed dramatically, putting his whole body weight on your chest.

days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. the promise of the open road and the taste of strawberry ice cream lingered in your mind as you tried to navigate the final year of high school. but as graduation approached, a subtle shift began to weave its way into the fabric of your dreams.

the reality of adulthood loomed, casting a shadow on your plans. responsibilities and obligations tugged at your hearts, threatening to unravel the adventures you both had envisioned. doubt crept in, trying to extinguish the flames of growing up

one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, jake and you found yourselves back on the park bench where your dreams had first taken flight. the weight of uncertainty hung heavy in the air, a silent question lingering between you two.

he turned to you, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and longing. "do you still believe in our dreams?" he asked, voice tinged with strange vulnerability.

you paused, your gaze meeting his with a smile plastered on your face and on that night, he thanked the lord for making you his. "of course i do," you replied, your voice filled with enthusiasm. "life may throw challenges our way, but as long as we believe in each other and the dreams we share, nothing can stand in our way. and hey, we're only a state away from each other. i believe in us"

as long as you were together, you understood that the road you had traveled had shaped you, him being accepted into his dream college in DC and you going to yours in virginia. and as you walked hand in hand, ready to face whatever laid ahead, you both knew that your dreams would continue to evolve, intertwining with the flow of life itself.

December 13, 2003

or that's what you thought.

in the quiet corners of the your room, a worn leather bound diary laid nestled among a sea of memories. its pages held a tale of roller coasters ,love and heartache, of a connection that was once unbreakable. you knew that the story of jake and you, two idiotic teenagers with little care of the future had ended not more than a month ago.

your journey began in the innocence of childhood, his scrawny self introducing himself to you in 3rd grade, which turned into an interesting friendship, where laughter echoed through the streets as you played and tormented your neighbors together. as time passed, your bond deepened, evolving into a love that topped friendship. jake became your moon, your sirius that guided you out of your lonely thoughts and into a world filled with hope

within the diary's fragile pages, your heart poured forth in ink, capturing every stolen glance, every touch that sent electric currents through your veins. you wrote of the way jakes presence made you feel alive, how his laughter echoed in your soul, and how his touch ignited a symphony of butterflies that danced within you.

but as with any fairytale, darkness eventually crept into their idyllic world. it showed up in the form of a lab class, where a new face captured your boyfriend's attention. your heart shattered when your friend informed you about his infidelity and something in you had died that night as you watched your lover gravitate towards this stranger, like a moth drawn to a flickering flame.

the diary became your safe space, your refuge in the storm called jake, trying to find shelter in the hot acidic rain of heartbreak. you poured your heartache onto its pages, expressing your confusion, your pain, and the overwhelming sense of betrayal that consumed you. every word etched into the paper was a bandaid slowly repairing the damage that he left behind in your heart

with shaky hands, you flipped to an empty page, thoughts of doubts plaguing your mind. "dear diary", the words came out messier than you have expected, in which you only cursed at yourself

"and dear jake,

i got my driver's license last week"

and as you poured your heart out once again, you felt a stone lifting from your chest. you should get over him at this point, you knew he moved on long ago, but you couldnt. you couldn't understand how a once so loving individual could break you into a million pieces. so, as you closed the notebook, a sense of peace settled within you. the memories would always be a part of you, but you had sworn to yourself that they will no longer held power over your heart. you were ready to embrace the unwritten chapters of your life, you were still young after all, to find love as great as you had with jake sim.

′Cause how could I ever love someone else?

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Kinktober Day 4 biting/marking - Riza/Laxus (Fairy Tail)

Warning: this story will contain mature content such as but not limited to sex, cursing, body and pussy worship.

Summary: Welcome to day two of kinktober. Enjoy some Riza and Laxus smut. Reading my first one shot of them would be helpful for the already established relationship

Word count: 3418

Last Day Next Day

It became clear quickly that Laxus was not going to leave any time soon. Riza had spotted the man poking his head not only around town but even at the old guild hall having seen him from time to time. It's not like she minded. They had not spoken to each other since the one night they spent together. It's not like she had anything to say to the man. Sure it had been fun, sure she was completely willing to do it again. But she had more important things to worry about. Jobs were still rare and she liked being able to eat. Still it was wonderful having the guild back together. It was odd how quiet things had truly been with all the strong wizards gone. Natsu and Gray still argued daily. Erza would beat them into shape, even Elfman running around like an idiot after his two sisters had oddly been greatly missed.

And it was clear falling back into life for some was harder than others. Seven years had been a long time and a lot had happened. Riza tried not to pay the returned guild mates too much attention. She was busy going about her own life. She went on missions, most were small jobs around town, and she returned to her room to sleep. 

She had just finished a job in town when she was making her way back to the guild. Her steps never even paused as a grating voice she knew well filled her ears and she had to hold back the urge to groan as the voice called her name. 

“Riza! Oi little Riza,” she finally paused in her steps and turned to face the man that tormented her in her teens. He was so damn annoying. 

“What do you want Bixlow?” She growled at the man who just tossed his long arms up into the air in surrender at her anger. 

His fellow guild mates were staring at the tall man with exasperated looks on their faces. She could only assume that they had warned the man that she may act like that. It had been no secret he bugged and bullied her when she had been seven years younger then them and not the same age. 

“No need to bite my head off, baby,” he had said as he raised his arms in surrender before dropping them down. 

“I just wanted to know if you were aware of the good news,” he said as he and the other two walked towards her. Instead of asking him what he was talking about she turned to look at Freed. 

“What good news?” She asked as she looked over at the green haired man. She still struggled to believe that Freed had cut his long green hair off. 

“Laxus will be returning to the guild,” he said simply, which had Bixlow whining that he wanted to tell her. It was a surprise to hear. She honestly assumed after the shit that idiot had pulled he would never have been allowed back. But it sounded like he had been an important person to have at Tenrou Island. And those good deed’s had earned him his forgiveness.  

“And you decided I needed to know that immediately why?” She should never have bothered to ask that question. 

“Well we figured you would be happy to learn about that after all you and Laxus hooked up when we got back,” by the look that was shot at Bixlow by his two fellow thunder legion members he was not meant to say that to her. And there was good reason for it. Laxus had told them. She was pissed. She had not told a soul about what the two of them had done that night. She was not sure if her cheeks were heating out of anger or embarrassment. 

“Where’s Laxus?” She asked, her voice far calmer than she felt. Which was probably why the idiot in front of her did not see her bubbling anger. Instead thinking she was happy and not pissed. 

“Probably at his home,” the tall idiot said as he shrugged his shoulders. She did not even thank him before she was storming off toward where she recalled the man used to live before he left the guild. 

“How did you know those two hooked up?” Evergreen had asked as the three of them had stood back watching. 

“I didn’t. But they disappeared at the same time and Laxus has been watching her lately. He would never admit it. But it’s clear he likes her,” Bixlow said before he started to saunter back towards the guild. 

“You just pissed her off. You know she’s about to go yell at him,” Evergreen pointed out as the group started walking again. 

“What better way for them to have some angry make up sex then,” Bixlow had shrugged his shoulders and smirked as he heard Evergreen start to gag. 

She had quickly stormed across town and up the little dirt road that led up to the cabin that Laxus had called home. Even in that time her anger did not subside. As she reached his door she banged her fist into the wood and she did not stop till a voice yelled at her to stop before the door swung open. Laxus stood there looking irritated at her. 

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked unsure why the woman was just banging on his door like a mad woman. 

“You told them,” she yelled at him. Which had his irritation change to curiosity. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” He had asked as he stood there raising one pale eyebrow at her. 

“Bixlow, Freed and Evergreen. You told them we slept together,” she barked at him as if he should have known what she was talking about. He looked surprised as she barked at him. 

“I did not,” he said, denying what she knew had to be true. 

“Yes you did. Bixlow told me he knew. The only way that was possible is if you told him,” she was completely yelling at him. Which would have been funny to see a short woman standing there yelling at a man who looked like he could snap her in half. 

“I did not tell Bixlow,” Laxus stood his ground. And surprisingly held back his own temper. His stand had her pause for a moment in her yelling. Her face was still red but it was hard to tell if it was anger or embarrassment. 

“Then how did he know?” She asked as she paused in her yelling. 

“He probably didn’t. He probably made some teasing comment, you reacted and he assumed and you just solidified that he was right by coming here in a storm and yelling at me.” Laxus said as he crossed his arms over his chest. Her anger had disappeared as fast as it had come and a heavy embarrassment washed over her as she stood there on his doorstep. 

She was not sure what to say as she stood there on his doorstep. Sorry probably should have been the first thing she said. Yet she stood there frozen before she let out a groan and her shoulders slumped in defeat. She had just fucked herself over hadn’t she?

“I fucked up,” that was probably the closest thing to an apology she was going to give. Which had the blonde laughing at her. 

“Oh yeah you did,” he agreed, which only made her groan more. 

“Don’t agree,” she whined softly which only earned her more laughter from him. 

“Do you wanna come in?” Laxus decided to try and change the subject as she just stood there on his doorstep. 

“I probably should just head back,” she said with a heavy sigh. 

“Are you sure you want to return to the guild right now?” He asked, expecting Bixlow would be there and waiting for a chance to tease her. And it seemed she realized the same thing as her face scrunched up. 

“Never mind. Thank you for inviting me in,” she said as he had stepped back and opened up the doorway to his home allowing her to walk in. His home was in no way huge. But it was much larger than her tiny room. The place was warm and comfortable. Very homey. 

It was not as weird being around him as she had expected it to be. Maybe he had matured during his time away from the guild or they just seemed to get along better then she recalled they ever did. Then again she avoided his group like the plague thanks to Bixlow. But even Laxus talked with her like an equal compared to how she thought he used to look down at her like most of the other Fairy Tail guild members. 

And the fact that when she got up to leave and his strong arms wrapped around her waist she found herself sitting in his lap. A squeak of his name had escaped her lips. She had not expected it when she went to leave. She could feel his nose running over the skin of her neck. 

“Stay,” had been the single word he had nearly whispered into her skin before his lips were on her neck. She sat in his lap, her back up against his chest as he leaned over her in order to trail kisses over her soft skin. As soon as he started to suck on her unmarked skin she couldn’t help but moan. She had really enjoyed the last time. What harm could come from repeating that one time they were together. 

She didn’t try to pull away and as she moaned she could feel his cock twitch against her ass. Her moan also seemed to only encourage him to do more. His lips sucked and kissed at all the exposed skin he could reach. Though her shirt did not expose much as it sat close around her neck. Which earned a growl from the dragon slayer behind her. And before she could say a word his hands were tugging her shirt up. She let him as she raised her arms to help prevent him from ripping the shirt right off of her. 

In only her sports bra there was much more of her skin exposed. Lips were all over her right shoulder in an instant. Kisses and hickeys being left behind. That was till she suddenly let out a cry and her body jolted. Large arms wrapped around her body preventing her from running. Though she had no desire to run. The pain has shocked her. Teeth had sunk into her flesh. It burned slightly. And looking down once he had let go revealed indents for almost every single tooth in his mouth. The area was red and looked sore. Yet his tongue still lapped over the fresh mark he had just made. She shivered and whimpered at the feeling. It hurt and yet the wetness in her panties revealed that a part of her had enjoyed that, a little too much at that. As he let go her body went limp in his lap. That had been way too much of a turn on. 

She was not the only one who had enjoyed that. The sudden urge to bite had been incredibly strong. So much so that he just did it. He had sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. He almost thought she was going to try and run away. He had almost attempted to draw blood. The skin was already a bright red once he brought himself to release his jaw. That had felt good, the little noises she made had helped. But it was the scent of her arousal that told him she really had enjoyed that. 

His cock was hard and nearly digging into one of her ass cheeks as she sat on his lap panting heavily as she nearly felt like she was melting back against his chest. She was putty in his arms now. Who knew a good little love bite was all it took and she would become so pliant. 

Scooping her up into his arms was easy to do when she did not fight him. She let out a squeak of surprise and her hands had gripped weakly at his shirt. But she did not struggle or even ask to be put down. She let him carry her through his home and into his room. More gently than the last time he placed her down on his bed. Seeing her in his bed this time tickled a very odd primal feeling in the back of his head. She was his and she was in his home now. 

He blamed the dragon lacrima buried in his body for his less than human feelings. He never fought against these feelings though. It just felt natural to go with them. Like before he had wanted to sink his teeth into her. Mark her, claim her, make sure that anyone who saw her would know she was his. After all, by now the enteror guild had to know about them. Why hide it? And it made him more happy than he could express. His teeth ached to do it again too. 

He gave in to his more animalistic desires as he placed her in his bed. His fingers fumbling to undo her pants and then start ripping them down her legs. He nearly ripped her off the bed on the first tug he had pulled so hard. 

He couldn’t help but want her naked, her body still filled his dreams after the last time he had seen her. His hands itched to feel her smooth skin and his teeth now ached to mark that unblemished skin. He wanted her naked and naked now. His fingers gripped the top of her panties and peeled the damp material away from her body. He was a little more gentle this time as he did not need to pull so hard to get her panties off. The look she was giving him also was a clear warning that if he ripped them she would be unhappy. 

Her own fingers tugged at her sports bra quickly so that she was completely naked. His eyes were roaming over her body even as his own hands pulled his shirt up and over his head to toss across his bedroom. As soon as his shirt was over his head her eyes openly ran over his body. Then again he had not tried to hide his ogling so why should she? 

He was still wearing his pants as he started to crawl across the bed towards her. She did not even try to keep her legs closed as she welcomed him to crawl over her body. His lips started to kiss along the inside of her leg. First his lips pressed kisses along her ankle. Then the side of her calf, up to the inside of a knee, up and along her thighs. The flesh there was soft and supple. The temptation was too much. Once again he sank his teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh. She let out a cry of pain that was quick to melt away into a moan as her body squirmed lightly beneath him. 

Letting go of her thigh he watched as once again he left his dental imprint in her skin. Deciding she needed a matching set he turned and did the same to the other thigh. This time she was expecting it. She moaned out as his teeth sank into her flesh. He sucked softly at the flesh that his teeth dug into. He was pretty sure a bruise was forming by the time he let go. The fact that these marks would last days made him far happier than they should have. 

Moving up he finally found his target. Her folds were dripping by the time his tongue was lapping over her. He could feel fingers reaching down to entangle in his hair. His fingers spread her open for him as his tongue delved in like a man starved. He could feel her body squirming beneath his hold. But he paid it no attention. Her moans told him to continue and so he did. 

His tongue flicked her clit and her body nealy convulsed under the action as he teased her sensitive bud. The strangled moan she let out pleased him as he slipped two fingers into her body. Her juices coated his fingers and hand. His fingers thrust into her as he gave a soft suck at her clit. Her walls clamped around his fingers as she cried out in pleasure. 

He quickly snatched his fingers out of her body and leaned back. She whined and whimpered. She had been so close and yet he had snatched away her orgasm just as it had started to build. She wanted to cry when he snatched her pleasure away. 

“Laxus!” She begged softly as she watched his right hand move up and he was wiping her juices from his chin. Hearing her beg for him to continue had his patients drawing thin. He quickly undid his pants and started pushing them down his hips. 

He slowly started to crawl up her body. Once again trailing kisses over her soft skin. Kicking his pants off he slowly crawled up her body. He gave one nipple a playful nip of his teeth but he did not linger long. She was not the only one who was eager. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her pinned to the bed just where he wanted her to be. His tip brushed her entrance and he could feel her body shiver beneath him in need. 

In one hard thrust he sheathed himself deep into her body. She cried out and he could feel her fingernails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. She did not ask him to stop and he was thankful, he did not want to stop nor did he think he could stop. His hips picked up a fast and brutal pace. His! She was his and he would make sure everyone knew. 

On her other shoulder at the junction of her shoulder and neck he dug his teeth into flesh once again. This time not as hard. But he still gave a good suck as her walls clamped down around him when he bit her. He even moaned into her flesh as her walls clamped down around him. She was so good, so perfect, and his.

Letting go of her shoulder he was panting heavily as his hips thrust. Nails were running down his back now as if she could force him closer to her somehow. He welcomed the sting from her scratches. He was so close. But then again by the sound of her whines and moans that filled his ears she was as well. 

He could not hold back any longer, his thrusts lost their rhythm, and with a few more thrusts he was burying his head into her neck as he moaned. He emptied himself into her warm body. A few small thrusts of his hips and he was still as he rode out the pleasure from cumming. His body had crumpled on top of hers and had no desire to move till she grumbled and slapped his shoulder. 

Rolling over he was able to look down at the small woman. And all the marks that now littered her body. He should have felt bad. He could count his teeth on more than one spot on her body. But he had never broken the skin. Still seeing the marks he left made him far too happy. He was going to chalk that up to his dragon nature. 

He didn’t typically give in to such silly whims that he could have ignored. But this time it had felt too good not to give in a little. His bites would bruise and leave marks for days. His scent would also linger a day or two on her. But the marks would last longer and that had him smirking as she rolled over and glared at him and proceeded to growl at him that if anyone sees the marks she was going to kill him. Laxus paid her little attention. If anything he hoped someone saw them and he hoped that if she wanted to yell at him again it would lead to this happening again.

Next Day

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Hiii

How about a threesome with Trevor x fem!Reader x Mickey for a one-night stand ? 👀

Don't know if they could be competitive 🤔

Great idea! I've never done something like this before so sorry if anything lacks clarity or unclear. Enjoy!

Summary: A supposedly drunk hookup with Michael Townley ended with a second bang.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Michael Townley/Fem! reader/Trevor Philips

Word count: 2357

North Yankton – 2002 – A motel located within Ludendorff

Michael Townley, the guy you were originally drinking and hooking up with, brought you back to his humble motel room.

It was a poverty-stricken room. The TV was static, the wallpapers were faded and stained with unidentified substances. It was a needful environment; desperate for maintenance and updates. There were two beds centred near each other. Michael used the nearest one; the cleanest one. The other one was messy. It had needles and pipes scattered across the duvets, a pool of dried up blood permanently marking the two stiff pillows. Michael mentioned – No. He protested that it wasn’t his mess (someone else’s, someone present), whatever that meant…

But that didn’t matter, not as long as you were hardly sober.

When you both stumbled forward, your fingers pathetically looped with each other. The intensity was louder than the movements in the bathroom as two hard footsteps shook the surrounding floor. It took your undying attention but Michael insisted it was nothing, ripping off your clothes and grasping at your curves drunkenly, not realising that it wasn’t just nothing.

Someone was there.

It wasn’t alarmed yet. You were both kissing with tongues and groping each other’s bodies before seeing an amused grin from a deranged looking stranger that huddled the other bed, claiming the junk and drug-fuelled massacre.

Michael was on top of you, kissing the skin of your neck as you made eye contact with this man. He looked aroused, but also very VERY high. His brown, dark eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were dilated extremely inhumanly. He placed a shaky finger to his lips, demanding you to keep quiet as he didn’t want Michael to know of his presence. He just wanted to watch.

There was something so sinister about him. The guy had a messy mullet that struct in every direction, his hair greasy and untamed. When he grinned at you, this weight of his moustache was lifted to present a pair of sharpy and yellow teeth. He hasn’t blinked since you’ve noticed him. He was constantly staring at you, occasionally licking his lips and toying with the bulge between his legs.

You’d subtly gasp to grab Michael’s attention, finding yourself intimated by the audience beside you. As you nudged him with your legs, he sat up with a raise eyebrow until you pointed towards the other bed. Michael looked over and went wide eyed.

“What the fuck – Trevor!”

The other guy groaned at the disruption of seeing you both get at it.

“Don’t stop on my account, Mikey. You got yourself a heartbreaker, ay?” Trevor smirked at you with his morbid teeth.

“T, the fuck you doing here? Brad said you were out for the night.”

“I was out for the night, I got back an hour ago… Then you two love-birds decided to show up and keep me company, hm? Ain’t that right, sweetheart? What’s your name?”

The question made you shudder. The way he chewed his tongue in attempt of charming you despite the cruel look in his face.

“Leave her alone,” Michael covered your naked chest with his duvet, “She don’t want you around, neither do I.”

“I wonder what Amanda would think of this, am I right?” Trevor carried on tormenting with his lips twitching at the effects of whatever drug he’s on. He suddenly scowled when your breasts were out of his sight, making the atmosphere more hostile.

“Who’s Amanda?” You sheepishly asked.

T’s eyes softened at your confusion. There was a flicker of empathy before it switched off when Michael opened his mouth again.

“She’s no one, darling. Listen – Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this idiot would be here.”

Your thigh was still being caressed during his “truthful” apology. The gesture was happening from under the cold covers, away from Trevor’s perverted eyes. There was silence as no one believed Michael’s words, neither did he. You were left lying there before making eye contact with the other man again, being received a smaller but cheesier smirk.

“What’s he doing under there?”

“Nothing.” Mikey quickly said and snatched his hand away from your legs.

“Lies, lies, lies…” Trevor jumped off his bed and leaned over you, his head almost colliding with Michael’s. He was observing your face, neck, collarbone; trying to see at least a snip of your breasts again.

“Trevor, the fuck are you doing? Leave her alone.”

“Ohh, come on… Really? She’s a gorgeous girl… Why can’t we share, hm? Sweetheart, do you mind a bit of Uncle T in the action? I’m a gentle guy.” The drug addict smirked.

In a way, he was an interesting guy. His charming personality was already magic. There was something promising that it made you maintain eye-contact, your heart beating twice as much as it was before. Trevor shamelessly began fondling your shoulder before giving Michael a blank stare; telling him non-verbally that he will participate, even through the objections.

“If you don’t want it, you can leave and I’ll finish her off.” Threatened Trevor until his friend hesitantly sat up, looking at you for consent.

And when you nodded, their eyes both lit up with excitement.

Michael sat up and moved towards the end of the bed, pulling you with him and helping you get into position. You leaned onto your arms – ass hunched in the air, being fondled and massaged in preparation while Trevor crawls towards you. He pressed his back against the bed-railings and arched his lower body, your chin being in proportion with his crotch.

“Just like old times, Michael.” There was a wholesome sense of relief in Trevor’s voice. He was fully fixated on you, brushing some hair strands away from your face, tucking them behind your red ears.

Behind you was the sound of flies being unzipped. You returned to your position and held your glutes up high. Mike placed his hands upon your hips and rocked you into his erection. Without seeing the length, you were flabbergasted at how hard and big he was. Your mouth fell open, staring up at T with glassy eyes while his smirk gets wider. The sight of you rocking back and forth with your breasts shaky and hanging from your chest was the exact awakening for his bulge to throb.

“Ohhhh… Look at you, sugar. Keep your eyes on me, come on girl.”

You followed Trevor’s instructions and sucked in your lips, whining quietly as Michael continued thrusting in and out. You noticed how crazed his brown eyes were. Trevor studied the way your mouth chimed open. His erection pulsed even harder now. It craved the sensation of your saliva. It wanted to be suffocated and tortured by your tongue.

He placed a thumb on your bottom lip and forced your mouth open while shaking down his jeans. His white briefs were exposed and the hardened sight of his damp penis throbbed and twitched. You saw it move from under his pants. The tip was bulging red and there was already pre-cum drooling from the surface.

“Keep your mouth open,” He huskily ordered and exacted his cock from the imprisonment of his clothes. Trevor’s hands grasped the back of your head, roughly holding onto your hair strands and knocked his groin forward, sending the penis into your mouth.  

You immediately gagged.

He wasn’t that big, but he had will-power. T panted at the contact of your teeth with his foreskin. His nostrils flared and he cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck…” He nibbled onto his lip, “Jesus. Tell me your name, sugar. Choke your name on my fuckin’ cock, you slut.”

Michael was grunting and churning when listening to this interaction. He had his visions glues to your ass that grinded against his length, enjoying the intimate contact (that he doesn’t receive much). You could tell as he was desperate with the thrusts. He was very lively and rigid that pronouncing your name and introducing yourself to Trevor was merely impossible. Mikey was hunched over your back, his hips sloppily slapping against your frame. He had a strong physique so he was naturally heavy handed with his movements – Handling you with authority.

“Shit.” Even his moans were short and stiff. It could easily match how major and serious he felt about this interaction.

You wanted to shout his name, but Trevor’s feisty cock rammed itself in and out of your mouth. Your tongue tried to catch up, only managing to wipe the pre-cum he had gifted you for making him aroused and horny. The hand around your head was also aggressive and hostile. He didn’t have natural power like Michael’s, but it was extremely combative and confrontational.

“Tell me your fuckin’ name, swee – Oh, Oh fuck me. You’re so fuckin’ hot. Mhmmm…” The commands were ongoing. He was belittling you at this point, and you loved it. This guy was seriously unforgettable. May the Lord thank him for interrupting your precious alone time with Michael.

When you thought you were getting used to the pace of both men fucking with you, Mikey decides to speed up. He was throbbing inside you. He was exactly hitting your sensitive patch and you had no time to prepare for the sudden pleasure.

“Mike-“ You strangled on Trevor’s cock. You were beginning to drool, the saliva strands hanging from your chin and lips. He giggled at how needy you were. He’d give his friend a small smirk after your attempt of moaning his name.

“Mikey this, Mikey that… Baby, Uncle T wants to know your fuckin’ name. Come on… Choke it out.”

“[y/n] – Oh! Urgh!”

“[y/n]?” Trevor mimicked your struggle with a grin. He watched you slurp his foreskin, your eyes getting glassier when your words were thrown back up into your throat, “Come on. Louder.”

“I ca-“

“LOUDER!”

You collapsed onto Trevor’s stomach, his cock still adventuring in your mouth. Michael had made your arms fail to hold your strength anymore. You sluggishly fell against the sheets, making him kneel and dig deeper within your sex.

Trevor almost felt jealous at how good Mikey was making you feel. He’d glare at him, his fingers scraping your scalp with jealousy and anger. He had full sights of Townley fucking you nice and good. Trevor watched and grinded his teeth. He decided it was no excuse to slunk and he thrusted his penis into your mouth, lifting up your face and watched how eager you took it. You were intimidated by how angry he was. The way his eyebrows darkened and caused shadows over his whole face. There his lips quivering and screwing up into a petty scowl as he caressed your cheek and hair; this guy was dangerously confusing to read.

“[y/n], fuck.” T growled and urged you faster.

You held onto his thighs for support and felt your climax grow closer.

“I’m gonna-“

“Same.” Cried out Michael who had sweat trickling the hairline of his buzzcut. He went to slow down but Trevor scoffed.

“Woah, hey! Fuck her through the orgasm, you slacker!”

You felt him begin to fasten his face, thankful that Trevor stopped him from stopping. You stroked his thigh and gazed up at him with the cock still buried in your mouth. You wanted to express your appreciation but he seemed to get it, and smirked.

“I’m your favourite, aren’t I? Isn’t that right, [y/n]? Come on… Come on… Fuck-“ He winced, “Faster baby, I’m almost there.”

You bopped your head up and down before Trevor arched his back and gagged.

“FUCK!”

He came all into your mouth, his semen devouring and soaking up your spit and tongue. He was whining throughout the orgasm, threatening to pull your hair with how antsy and static he was.

 You gasped for air after he pulled his dick away, rubbing it raw as cum sneakily ran from the tip away. Trevor looked ruined. His face was scrunched up with pleasure and pain, obviously easy to please considering you only had to haggle his foreskin with your selfish tongue.

He then leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours, breathing the intoxicating and gruesome odour of his body and mouth upon your face while Michael took his last thrust. You were reaching your climax and moaned until he kissed your lips hungrily, holding a hand against your throat and stealing your speech away. His moustache abused your upper lip. You’ll definitely receive a stubble burn after this.

Furthermore, Michael had pulled out in time to come all over your ass as well. He was wrecked to the point of being bright-red and wheezing for air. His shirt was soaked in sweat, his hand gently caressed your shoulder blades while Trevor pulled away from the kiss, monstrously happy with this outcome.

“Look at you both… Hm? Hot messes, especially you, sugar.” He pinched your chin before resting back and closing his eyes to recapture his energy.

Mikey breathed out, “Fuck… You liked that, [y/n]?”

You nodded your head, absolutely exhausted and amazed at their performances. You’ve never had a threesome before. You were almost tempted to do it again.

“Next time, I’ll fuck you. Mikey’s a bit low on the mutual participation.” Trevor grinned. It was like he read your mind.

“Aww, fuck you.”

“Oh? Then who’d fuck [y/n] over there? Hmm, actually, she’d fuck better than you. Hey, sugar, ever tried a strap on?”

You weren’t sure if he was serious or not. T was such an unpredictable character. You rested your chin on his thigh and looked dazed.

“Too soon? Gotcha. I think you’d be a beast anyway…” He smirked as Michael rolled his eyes.

“[y/n]. I’ll take you home.”

“Woah, hey. Let the girl rest. I like her on my lap.”

“How is he not freaking you out?” Mikey asked you with a frown.

“At least I watch out for her, Mr ‘stopping before coming’. What would you do without me-“

“Stop it, please!” You pled. Their bickering had finally made you lose the plot, “You both gave me a good time. Just let me… Rest, okay?”

Trevor smirked at you, “Say no more. Naked cuddle?”

“Jesus Christ, Trevor. Enough!”

[ohbo-ohno]

I hate that my meds have taken away my ask anxiety but I can’t bring myself to write so you and ceil are just gonna have to deal with my spam 😔😔. (Also never feel pressured to have to add more content or anything I just want to share unhinged ideas 😌)

But I need your opinion on ghostface ghoap x reader. Like the boys as Billy and Stu ?? Yeah it’s so serial killer boys canon.

Simon is already dating you and Johnny being childhood best friend type, the two of them systematically going after everyone close to you so you lean on them more. The two of them providing alibis for each other when Simon attacks you and Johnny save you and vice versa and now you don’t ever want to be apart from either of them.

Also maybe they enjoy the chase just a little, would never actually hurt you but the fear is defs a turn on.

billy and stu are soooo ghoap coded

ghost bullies johnny except it doesn't work because johnny gets off on it 😵‍💫😵‍💫 johnny tries to be a serial killer and is really fucking bad at covering his tracks and fellow serial killer ghost tracks him down like immediately and is like "oh my god this fucking idiot is going to get us both caught" and reluctantly teaches him his ways and soap is like "😊 he likes me"

ghost has thisvery meticulously created plan to torment his girlfriend and johnny keeps almost fucking it up but he can't kick the guy to the curb now or he'll have to kill him and tbh... ghost is kinda attached to the little freak...

[rippeanuts1950-2000]

OKAY SO, a while ago I had a very bizarre crossover idea while I was half asleep that seemed entertaining to me when i got more sleep. Anyway, the crossover is for Grojband and Murder Drones. Weird combo I know, but hear me out.

it would be a human au for md with Nori being Kin and Kon’s triplet. I feel like it works a little too well than it should.

She’d be super close to the band but wouldn’t be a part of it. She’s just hanging out, giving constructive criticism on their music, and helping them get the diary from Trina. I envision her as kinda like the band’s publicist and helps them stay out of too much trouble. However, my girl is a chill gremlin so she wouldn’t be above tormenting Trina.

Her relationship with each band member I like to believe would have some fun dynamics too. I think she would be great friends with Laney, constantly correcting the boys when they misgender her.(i.e Corey saying, “Boys and Nori” to get everyone’s attention and Nori responding with “Boys, Nori, and Laney.”) Nori would tell her, “The two brain cells gotta stick together.” She’d also hype Laney up when it comes to her crush on Corey and she’s definitely listened to Laney rant about Corey being oblivious.

Her dynamic with Corey would be chill gremlin and adhd gremlin. You cannot leave these two alone together because if you do Nori will hype up Corey into doing something stupid. She loses the brain cell when she hangs out Corey though, so she’ll also probably be doing something stupid. She would affectionately call Corey the blue haired idiot and he in turn would call her the purple haired nerd.

Her dynamic with Kin would be two geniuses who respect each other but also piss each other off repeatedly. She has to constantly tell him not to try and take over the world. He calls her a buzzkill for it. But the two do help each other a lot with projects. Kin would really care about his female triplet. He just would show it in weird ways, like giving her a cd of whale sounds and book to decode dream meanings after an argument. Nori would in turn go to the dump and get him the pieces he needs for his most recent project or just broken things people have thrown out that she thinks he would like to repair.

Kon is basically her best friend. The two are super close and Kon knows everything about her and she knows everything about him. She does find his obsession with cheese odd though while he finds her obsession with drones odder. Nori is totally against Kon’s crush on Trina but when he starts to like Konnie, she’s like “oh that makes sense.” More than once these two have pretended to be giants with the tiny soaps together.

Oh! And she would meet Khan at one of Grojband’s gigs! That would need to be another post though which I will probably do even if people don’t like this crossover. This is fun!

Hope this makes some sense and was slightly entertaining! You can send me asks about this, I’d be more than willing to explain more if you’re interested, I kinda want want to info dump about this crossover lol

[ellsieee]

Here we go again. My long spazzy thoughts about Stay With Me eps 11 & 12. 😅

We couldn't be happy for more than one episode could we? We just reached the halfway point and it's already angst city. 😩

At least we got some flirting before the angst. Su Yu thinks Wu Bi is handsome eh? 🤭🤭🤭 I squeal a little every time they have that prolonged eye contact. Their chemistry is chemistrying.

Their flirting is so cute! Wu Bi is the most handsome to Su Yu of course. Though honestly, Wu Bi's cousin is more handsome except for that horrid mini man bun on his head. 😅

Girl please. As much as I hate the evil ex-gf trope, we need her to stir the pot so the boys will start realizing their feelings for each other. I think it's working already, Su Yu can't bring himself to say there is no one else he likes and it looks like he's having a lot of angsty, complicated feelings.

Wu Bi was wrong for sticking his goons on Su Yu, but they misunderstood Wu Bi's intentions and beat up Su Yu on their own... I'm going to make bad excuses for Wu Bi because damn that sad kicked puppy face makes me want to forgive him immediately. He knows he fucked up, don't yell at him like that Su Yu. 😭

I think all of us watching, collectively lost our minds a bit at "Su Yu is mine". This possessive jealously is just *chef's kiss*. This is beyond just wanting to spare his cousin's and Su Yu's feelings.

Wanying is clinging to Su Yu and fake crying, but Su Yu doesn't touch her. He doesn't even do the friendly soothing pat on the back or shoulder! What has changed???? YOU LIKE WU BI NOW Su Yu! Come on now, I thought you were a smart kid. 😏

Wu Bi was so considerate of Su Yu. Wu Bi waited outside all night instead of disturbing his sleep.🥹 That hug! He missed Su Yu so much and you can tell how sorry he was for what happened. He just wants to take Su Yu back to their home. 🧡

Oh this conniving woman... Not only did she lie, but she set a trap for Wu Bi. Damn, she is vicious! But Su Yu is also an idiot. Why on earth would Wu Bi like her? They've known each other for 5 minutes and have barely said two words to each other. Besides, Wu Bi has been too busy flirting with Su Yu to care about Wanying!

You tell him Wu Bi! "Like her my ass" would be closer to what Wu Bi says. He isn't that polite lol. Wu Bi isn't mad about being punched or even about the set up. He is most upset that Su Yu doesn't believe him. These boys are breaking my heart.

Argh the misunderstandings. Wu Bi use your words! Tell Su Yu you don't like her. Tell him the person you like is him! 😭 He can talk about it Doudou though apparently. Wu Bi is tormented by love eh? I think we know what love he is being tormented by. 😏

This angst and misunderstandings is killing me! Can it be Friday again already?