#I think it'd be cool if they met. I feel like they'd get along

[amaurotine-daydreaming]

XXX. Amity

Gods damn that Sea Wolf scrag to the Seventh Hell, he’d managed to get V’kebbe good with that bardiche. She’d managed to avoid getting her arm lopped off, thank the Warden, but the bite of steel into her shoulder had still been a nasty one.

Once Perimu had bandaged her up as best he could and helped her hobble back to the Sisters, Jacke had ordered her to head on over to Camp Bronze Lake with the rest of the maimed of La Noscea. Well, V’kebbe wouldn’t say no to a bit of rest and recuperation, but as soon as she had changed into her smallclothes and grabbed a towel and a wooden bucket stocked with ointments and fresh bandages, she headed away from the main plaza. She wasn’t in the mood to be getting any propositions from the soldiers here at the hot springs, who were no doubt bored out of their wits while they waited out their recovery.

And so V’kebbe ascended the steps to one of the more remote pools. The only other person there was a woman–Hyur, by the looks of her. Her weathered face and white hair marked her as getting on in years, but her physique was lean and wiry and criss-crossed with scars old and fresh. 

“Hope ye don’t mind me findin’ a spot up here,” said V’kebbe, padding over to a spot several yalms away from where the other woman sat. Normally V’kebbe wouldn’t give a damn about what people thought about her being on any turf what was open to the public, but something about this woman...

The woman laughed, a gravelly sound that was nevertheless friendly. “Do what you want, lass.” 

Elevated a hand’s breadth above the waters of the springs were a few round tables, and on one of them V’kebbe placed her things. The springs were too shallow to fully submerge in, so once V’kebbe leveraged herself down into the water, she reached for a cup from the bucket, scooped it full, and slowly poured the water over her injured shoulder. 

The contact with her injury through the bandages stung, but Warden, it was worth it for the way the steaming water already began to ease the worst of the aching. V’kebbe continued to pour cupfuls of water over her bandages, and once they slackened she set the cup aside and began carefully unwinding them.

“Shite,” V’kebbe hissed. For a mercy the gash didn’t look infected, but it still wasn’t pretty. 

“Anything I can get for you, miss?” 

V’kebbe looked up. A waitress had arrived with a tray with a cup and a bottle of spirits balanced atop it. She was addressing the other woman, who let out another raspy laugh.

“I’d say these bones are a bit too old to be called ‘miss,’” she said, then met V’kebbe’s eye. “Pour a cup for the actual miss here, and leave me the bottle.”

The Hyuran woman bobbed her head, and when she walked over V’kebbe realized her free hand was cupping her injured shoulder, hiding the extent of the wound. She slowly let her hand drop.

“This will help with the stiffness,” the waitress explained as she took a fire shard ensconced in an infuser and inserted it into the drink. When she pulled it out again, steam rose from the cup. “Takes the edge off the pain, too.”

“...Thank ye,” V’kebbe said, as much to her as to the other woman, who was taking a swig directly out of the bottle. The sigh and subtle smacking of her lips that followed made V’kebbe smile. 

The waitress placed the cup down on the stones, saving V’kebbe the discomfort of stretching up with her arm, then descended the steps back down to the plaza. V’kebbe lifted the cup to her lips and let the aroma wash over her. The amber liquid within was pleasantly hot and spicy-smelling. Mulled cider, and the good stuff. The heat that traveled down her throat and tingled through her limbs was a mixture of spices, temperature, and alcohol. V’kebbe sighed happily.

A prickling and itching in her shoulder reminded V’kebbe about the bandages. She reluctantly set her drink on the table and finished pulling the loops of wet bandages off of her arm. The water around her ran as clear as ever, but the blood that had seeped through the linens was now just a dull, rusty stain. V’kebbe balled the linen into her fists and squeezed the water from them, wincing. She glanced around, wondering where she should deposit them, then settled for the edge of the pool for the moment. 

With her wound now fully exposed, an uneasy feeling crept over her again. From the corner of her eye, V’kebbe glanced at her companion. But the woman paid no outward attention to her, relaxing against the rim of the pool and gazing out across the mountains and lake, her fingers idly dancing around the neck of the bottle she held. 

V’kebbe looked away. She went about her business, bathing her arm a little more and taking occasional sips from her mulled drink. But she found herself again taking the measure of her company from the periphery. Aside from a bandage wrapped around her head, whatever she was recovering from wasn’t anything as obvious as V’kebbe’s own glaring injury. V’kebbe struggled to imagine what kind of internal injury must have sent such an imposing woman to Camp Bronze Lake. 

The woman’s gaze suddenly slid to meet hers, her eyes sharp but not unfriendly.

“Caught your curiosity, have I? Call me Drusilla.”

V’kebbe flushed. She was glad her fluffed out tail wasn’t too visible through the water. “Drusilla,” she managed. “Pleasure’s mine.”

Drusilla rolled her head from one shoulder to the other. “I take it you’re wonderin’ what my story is.”

“Beggin’ yer pardon,” V’kebbe stammered, “I didn’t mean–”

Drusilla lifted her wrist resting on her thigh, palm face up, and it was enough to halt V’kebbe’s stumbling. “We’re just makin’ conversation, lass. Swappin’ war stories is as good a way to pass the time as any.

“I had a run-in with a voidsent, one I’ve been huntin’ since you weren’t more than a swaddlin’ babe. Pity those bastards don’t succumb to the ravages of time like we do, eh? He got the jump on me, but I’m the one still here and he’s not, so I’m callin’ that a victory.”

Drusilla slung her arms back against the rim of the stone pool and tilted her head in V’kebbe’s direction. “What’s your story, sister?”

V’kebbe shook her head. Her cheeks were still warm with embarrassment–her reconnaissance had been caught out too bloody easily, where was her subtlety as a rogue?–but a quick swig from her drink made it easier to blame the alcohol and spices instead. 

“Pah, like most o’ the folks around here I got bumped off the old fashioned way, by some scrag what got lucky with his swing.”

“Ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of. Men can be demons in their own right.”

“Aye, that they can.”

Sunlight played upon the water and warmed the cracked, tiled stones that were once the pride of Nym. On the horizon, the spindly fingers of a giant shard of corrupted crystal–one of many from the Calamity–forked like lightning across the sky. V’kebbe had never known a devastated place that could also be so peaceful. 

There was a faint chime, like the sound of someone running their finger along the rim of a glass. 

One of V’kebbe’s ears twitched in Drusilla’s direction.

Drusilla set down her bottle and she fumbled for a nearby towel.

“Bollocks,” she muttered as the chime came again. She hastily wiped her hands dry and pressed a finger to her ear. “Aye, I’m here. What is it?”

Whatever the news was, V’kebbe wasn’t privy to it and she wasn’t about to go poking her nose into business where it didn’t belong. She took another sip from her cup, set it on the table behind her, and sunk deeper into the water, stretching herself out until it was just her head resting along the pool’s rim. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of water spilling over the falls, the crackle of a nearby brazier, and the hum of the aetheryte in the plaza.

“Save your apologies, lad–you were right to call me. I’ll be there soon.”

Another chime signaled the end of the linkpearl call. “No rest for the righteous,” she heard Drusilla say, followed by a hacked out laugh that revealed nothing about whether she had truly meant it as a jest or not. 

The sloshing of water opened V’kebbe’s eyes. She lifted her head. Drusilla stepped out of the pool, her feet drying on the warm stones as she briskly toweled the rest of herself down.

“Still awake, are you? Now, who did I have the pleasure of sharin’ company with?” she asked, slinging the towel across the back of her neck and reaching for a small pack.

V’kebbe gave a small start at the realization that she had never introduced herself in turn. “Name’s V’kebbe the Stray.”

“The Stray, eh?” A smile appeared like a rift in Drusilla’s craggy face. “I know a thing or two about bein’ a stray, myself.” 

Drusilla hoisted her pack and stepped into her bathhouse sandals. She gave V’kebbe a shrewd look. “You’ve got quiet steps, sister. That’s enough to give me the feelin’ we’ll see each other again.”

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Boy Next World Excerpt: Cirrus → Phukan Blowjob (Ch 13: A Nurse for the Sickie)

Phukan was dazed.

He didn't know why, but the moment he saw Cirrus, he held up his hands and asked for a hug. When Cirrus embraced him, he felt warmth spread through his entire body, prompting him to hug him back tightly. He loved the feeling of resting his face on someone's shoulder, loved the strong touch supporting his back, and it made him want to be even more affectionate with this person.

And then there were those sweet words, 'I'm here, sweetheart. I'm here.'

"Why did you come back so late?"

In truth, it was something he wanted to say to his mother but couldn't, so he ended up saying it to this man instead.

Phukan wasn't sure why, maybe because he was in a daze.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think it'd take this long."

"I'm sick."

The one who insisted he wasn't sick whimpered, pushing himself away a bit to look at Cirrus' face.

"I've had a headache since morning. The medicine didn't help. I couldn't breathe properly either. I just started feeling better. Feel me; I'm still warm." The sick boy grabbed Cirrus's hand and placed it on his cheek and neck, just like he used to do with his father while recounting the day's events.

"Today I couldn't concentrate on class at all. I was dozing off the whole time. I couldn't read my notes. My friends sent me back to rest. I'm sick, but not that sick... I also feel guilty for making them do my part of the report. Everyone said they'd help, but I feel bad. My good grades are all thanks to Nalin and the others. This report is worth 25% of the grade. I'm a burden again. I-"

Chu!

Before Phukan could start crying, soft lips pressed against his sweet-colored lips, silencing his whimpers.

Even though Phukan agreed to let his friends handle the report, he still felt guilty and felt like a burden. Especially when he was unwell, old memories would resurface, making his mind unstable and his emotions more fragile. His round eyes filled with tears, but they stopped immediately with that kiss.

It feels so good.

The young boy thought, looking into the sharp eyes that had pulled away slightly.

"It's okay." Because Cirrus was so close, every time he spoke, their lips brushed against each other, making Phukan feel strange.

He didn't want just that.

"...again." And perhaps because of the fever, the young boy found the courage to whisper shakily.

"Can you kiss me again?"

Phukan saw a look of surprise on Cirrus' face, but before he could react and pull away, warm lips pressed down again.

And this time, it was different from the first kiss.

Cirrus pressed his lips firmly against Phukan's, making him tremble even more. But his hands moved to wrap around the strong neck, holding on as the warm lips pressed harder, changing angles to get even closer, then nibbling and sucking on his upper and lower lips until they were wet.

So sweet.

The young boy unconsciously pulled the strong neck closer, not realizing that the tall figure was slowly laying him back down on the bed, followed by relentless kisses.

"Mn."

Then, a hot tongue slipped into his mouth, tracing along his teeth. This time, without needing to be forced, Phukan's tongue met it hesitantly, allowing it to entwine with his. The heat, hotter than the fever, spread through his body, making him rub his tongue against the other until they almost became one.

Cool hands stroked Phukan's hair, threading through and combing gently. This contrasted with the hot, invasive kisses that grew more intense and demanding, making the young boy tremble.

Phukan didn't realize he was rubbing himself against the tall figure.

He loved the strong feeling pressing down on him, the hot kisses that teased him passionately, the big hands that stroked his head affectionately.

He loved everything Cirrus gave him... until he feared he might get addicted.

The hot kisses continued, heavy breaths echoed in his ears, and the sound of their exchanged touches awakened a deep current within the young boy.

Now Phukan was hot, sweating, goosebumps rising, and a tingling sensation formed in his lower abdomen.

"Ahhh."

The cute boy let out a moan when the tall figure finally pulled away slowly.

Cirrus nibbled his lips again, sending shivers through him.

The cute boy still clung tightly to the strong neck. His eyes were wide, his lips parted and red from the kisses, glistening with saliva. His face was flushed and his eyes were moist with a mix of passion and fever.

All of it required Cirrus's immense self-control to pull away.

"Good boy."

The older man whispered, then forced himself to only kiss the damp forehead instead.

"When did you take your medicine?"

The question helped the more conscious one maintain his remaining composure.

"..."

The boy didn't answer. He pushed himself away and turned his back, curling up with his legs pressed together and burying his face in the pillow. But the ear sticking out was bright red, making Cirrus feel amused.

"I bought you sour curry with acacia omelet. Eat it so you can take your medicine again," Cirrus said gently, reaching out and brushing the young boy's messy hair, but the boy flinched.

"Phu?"

Phukan still didn't respond or turn back; he just curled up with his legs pressed together in extreme embarrassment. It wasn't that he didn't want to eat or was stubborn about taking his medicine, but he couldn't get up right now.

Ugh, it's up.

The more Cirrus touched him, the more it seemed to affect that part.

He doesn't know... He doesn't...

"Do you want my help?"

Phukan's face turned redder than ever, his body trembling slightly as the deep voice whispered in his ear, sending heat to his sensitive part that showed no sign of calming down. The closer they got, the hotter he felt.

"I don't know. I..."

"I can help."

"I don't know."

Phukan insisted, resisting when he was turned to lie on his back again, but his hands covered his sensitive part tightly, looking at the tall senior with pleading eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because you're too good at kissing."

The listener smiled, brushing his fingers over the swollen lips, making Phukan shiver.

"You need to take your medicine."

"No, not now."

Phukan definitely wasn't getting up now.

"Then when?" Cirrus asked softly, but his eyes were intimidating in an indescribable way.

"Wh-when it's calmed down."

Phukan had to muster all his courage to say that, and the tall figure responded simply.

"Is that so?"

Contrary to his words, his hand moved downward.

"P'Cir! Let go. You can't! Please, let go. Don't touch it," no matter how sick he was, he knew that was something no one should touch easily. But Phukan had no strength to push away. He could only cry out in a shaky voice, not knowing if it was a sob or a plea, his hands trying to push the broad shoulders away.

"Let me take care of you, Phu."

At that moment, sharp eyes met his tearful ones again. Cirrus smiled gently, kissing his forehead to comfort him, moving down to his nose, both hot cheeks, and back to the tip of his nose. His hand slipped past Phukan's hands, which were trying to block the part, and reached the waistband of his pants. Just a light touch on his stomach made Phukan moan.

"Please... don't do anything to me," he used his last bit of sanity to plead.

Just take care of that part, okay?

"Mm, I just want to nurse the sick," Cirrus promised.

Phukan looked into the sharp eyes before slowly closing his own, accepting the touch on his swollen lips again and escaping the embarrassment that was to come.

Every time Cirrus kissed, Phukan moaned uncontrollably.

Every time the warm tongue licked his lips, his heart raced.

Every time the hot kisses sucked passionately, his body melted into water.

"Mm."

Phukan bit his lip lightly when the warm lips moved to his neck, then flinched because the big hand wasn't just touching the waistband but slipped into the cute bear-patterned pajama pants to grasp the fully erect part. His heart raced, his breath heavy and frightening.

"P'Cir, ah," the young man moaned as the fingertips brushed the moist tip, creating a sharp, pleasurable pain that made his toes curl into the bed. His tightly closed eyes opened slightly.

He could only see Cirrus' hair as he continued kissing his neck.

It feels so good.

Phukan was a man. Even if he'd never been with anyone, he still knew how to pleasure himself. But it felt like nothing compared to what Cirrus was doing. The fingertips pressing and rubbing the tip, the palm stroking the shaft, every movement made him moan, gripping the broad shoulders tightly.

"How does it feel?"

"Good," Phukan confessed completely, and was rewarded with a sweet kiss.

This time, Cirrus pulled his cute pajama pants down below his hips, making it clear to the boy that his part was in Cirrus' hand, seeing the moisture dripping from the tip and the pinkish part being teased and rubbed continuously.

Phukan grabbed the tall figure's shirt tightly as Cirrus began to move faster, stroking with a rhythm that made his hips arch into the hand, moans escaping his lips.

"This feels so good, ah."

He was so hot all over that he didn't know anymore where it was hottest. It felt so good that tears welled up, confessing everything he felt. He loved it when Cirrus stroked him while kissing him, making him feel even more tingly all over, so good that he couldn't stop his voice or keep his hips from moving.

But then Cirrus stopped kissing.

Phukan couldn't see what expression his senior was making because everything was a blur. His mind was blank.

Until...

"Ah!"

The small body jolted, eyes wide open, feeling a sharp sensation throughout.

It all started from the warm lips that moved to cover the sensitive part, and the moist warmth enveloped the hot flesh, creating an intense pleasure for someone who'd never been doing this with anyone before.

"P'Cir, no, stop, don't, ah."

Phukan cried out incoherently, trying to push the broad shoulders away, but when he was sucked hard, his head spun, sweat poured down his body, and he collapsed onto the soft bed in agony.

Cirrus' mouth was so warm and moist that he couldn't bear it anymore.

But no matter how much the boy pleaded for mercy, the relentless lips continued to move rhythmically, almost making him lose his mind. The moist tongue licked along the length, stopping to press hard at the tip, making Phukan sob, raising his hands to cover his face, feeling like he couldn't' take it anymore.

Meanwhile, the large hand moved to play with the soft flesh, kneading until Phukan felt his emotions reaching their peak.

"P'Cir, let go. I'm going to- ugh, I want to finish, let go, let go."

He tried to hold back, tried to say when the pleasure reached the edge.

"N-no, ugh, nghhhh!"

Not only did the big guy not pull away, but Cirrus also sped up his lips, the tip of his tongue pressing hard at the moist tip until the recipient couldn't take it anymore, warm liquid gushing into the hot mouth until every drop was gone.

"Huff, huff, huff."

Phukan closed his eyes tightly, panting until his chest heaved, savoring the feeling of climax that he never knew could be this good. His cute face was drenched in sweat, his hair sticking to his smooth cheeks, his senses slowly returning.

He swallowed it.

The boy, whose body was still hot from the passing emotions, raised his hands to cover his face, not daring to open his eyes.

Yes, Phukan saw it with his own eyes when Cirrus swallowed it down. How could he face him now?

Even with his eyes closed, Phukan knew Cirrus was buttoning his shirt and pulling his pants back up, but he didn't dare open his eyes, just covering his face and mumbling.

"Go spit it out now."

"I already swallowed it."

Waaaaaaah, I wanna die!

Even without looking, he knew he was being teased, making the boy turn away, curling up again, his legs kicking slightly to show he was sulking, too embarrassed to speak.

"Can I use the bathroom?"

Phukan thought he'd be teased more, but instead, he heard a calm voice and felt the warmth leave.

His light eyelids fluttered open just in time to see the broad back disappearing into the bathroom. He sat up, not understanding what had happened at first. And then, his cheeks turned redder as he realized what Cirrus was doing in the bathroom. 

[butmakeitgayblog]

I need a one shot of the first time Clarke is alone with Sal. Do they just stare at each other? Play? Does Lexa come home to find them passed out cuddle up with empty plates lol

A summary will have to suffice because I have,,, way to many wips 😂

But it would be an experience.

Truthfully it'd be Clarke being a bit nervous but also jazzed but also very like "Lexa. He is... a dog. I'm not sure if you remember, but I raised an entire child. A human being. I think I got this. You can go, we'll be ok."

So Lexa would go. Affectionately bumping heads with the moose once in a reminder to behave himself, and kissing her girl twice on the lips in 'thank you' for holding down the fort while she runs into school for a last minute department meeting. Reminders that he won't need to eat until she's home getting tossed over her shoulder while she snatches up her keys, along with running through a checklist of toy locations, treat options, and walk times that Clarke already damn well knows.

Her last lingering kiss would be met with an eye roll and a slap on the ass to actually get herself out the door.

Sal's heavy sigh in her immediate absence would be followed by a pathetically needy sounding whine, which has Clarke just looking down into his big droopy eyes and nodding.

Cuz she gets it.

"I know, bud... 'Cept I usually make that sound when she walks into a room."

It's not surprising that her comedy is lost on the audience.

Other than that, it would be fine. Sal would know Clarke well by then, and while she is not mom, she is still very much friend shaped. So it's all good by him.

The half empty pack of hot dogs bought not-at-all as a doggie bribing tactic that Clarke keeps hidden in the back of Lexa's lunch meat drawer helps with those feelings as well.

So they'd waste the few hours going back and forth between playing catch and wiggly butting running in the back garden and watching bits and pieces of trashy television. Just a chill time between doggie and dogsitter.

Of course when Lexa comes home to a completely silent house, her first thought is,,, what the fuck happened? Because Sal always meets her at the door. Every day. Without fail. Even when she picks him up from the neighbors.

Except that day, he is nowhere to be seen.

But she keeps her cool because she trusts Clarke and there's no way something catastrophic happened in 3 hours. If there had been, Clarke absolutely would've called her. She knows this.

Which is why she's genuinely only curious as she wanders through the eerily silent house in search of her two favorite faces. Living room, empty. Hallways deserted. Kitchen, quiet as a mouse.

It's only when she loops back around from checking the backyard with the full intention of heading back out front to see if maybe they'd gone on a late afternoon walk, that she notices the display in her bedroom.

Specifically, a crashed out saint bernard taking up 3/4ths if her bed with a snoozing blonde squeezed cuddled in right behind him.

As in, if Clarke tried to roll over onto her back she'd 100% end up on the floor.

And just... What is Lexa even supposed to do with that. How is she supposed to handle that sight? How can she resist when her quiet call of, "Sal. Are you making moves on my girl, young man?" only earns her a lifted furry head and a snort of dismissal before it flops back down on her pillow.

The answer is obviously to toe her shoes off and hang her blazer on the handle, just to ease herself onto the roughly postage stamp sized bit of bed left available. The answer is obviously to gently brush the chaos of hair back from Clarke's face and press whisper soft kisses to her shoulder. To her neck. To the perfectly shaped shell of her ear, before nuzzling into the sleep warmed mess of blonde and drifting off as well.

[starlightsuffered]

My Boyfriend’s Sister’s Boyfriend (p1)

Warnings - drinking, thinking of cheating, bad relationship, toxic friend, mentions of transphobia

I walked into the pub. My boyfriend, Dillon, was at my side. We'd been dating a little over a year and it was.....okay. Fine, nice, whatever you want to say. By this time I'd convinced myself "the spark" didn't really exist. You ended up with someone who met most of your desires, and you went with it. That night, my opinion changed.

Dillon was an old family friend. His parents and mine had been thick as thieves. When they'd had kids, they encouraged us to be friends. I'd actually had a crush on him when we'd been young, then we'd gone into a phase of hardly talking. Eventually, he joined my school, and he'd asked me out years after we graduated. I'd been so surprised I said yes, even though I wasn't that attracted to him. Ever since then, it'd been easier to just be with him. I didn't want to ruin the relationship between our families.

I was going to be meeting Dillon's sister's new boyfriend. I wasn't the biggest fan of his sister. She was the type to say things she knew would bug you, just to get a reaction. I wasn't one who was able to hide my feelings well.

Dillon hated most social outings. I wasn't the biggest fan either, but we hadn't been out together in ages. I was sick of going to his house to watch marvel movies, and eat fudge.

Dillon was talking to me about some vague computer part he'd ordered. I tried to listen, I really did, but I just didn't get that kind of stuff. I would have been more willing to try if he didn't openly mock nearly all my hobbies. He didn't understand why it bothered me. I never did the same to him.

"Oh there she is," Dillon waved to his sister, but I couldn't pay attention to her. Beside her was the most gorgeous creature I'd ever seen. He was tall, with curly dark hair. His form was slender, just like I preferred, with soft pale skin and hazel eyes. I was transfixed by him. I followed his every movement as he walked along with his girlfriend.

That's when he looked up. When our eyes met, it was like the world stopped turning for a minute. There it was, that spark, the thing I'd stopped believing in. It seemed he felt it too because he had stopped in his tracks. He was no longer following his girlfriend, he was staring at me. Neither of us were moving, I wasn't even sure if I was breathing. How was this happening?

"He looks like a stoner," Dillon said, breaking me from my reverie.

"He does not," I snapped, oddly protective of this man I didn't know. "You be nice!" I ordered.

"Alright, alright," he rolled his eyes.

When I turned back around, they were in front of us. My mouth hung open in shock. He was even more breathtaking up close.

"Hey y/n, hey Dillion," Julie said. Julie was his sister. Their relationship confused me. They acted like they literally couldn't stand one another, yet they always made time for one another.

"Hi," I said, giving her a small hug.

"Well, this is my boyfriend," she said. "Timothée."

I now knew his name.

"Hi, I'm Y/N," I said, sticking out my hand for him to shake. When we touched, it was like an electric spark snapped between us. This was bad, this was really bad.

"What a lovely name," he said.

"Timothée is part French," Julie said, and it took every part of me not to grind my teeth. She had said it to bug me. I'd always been the one interested in England, and France. No, I didn't have a monopoly on those things, but they way she said it, I could tell she meant to make me jealous.

"That's so cool," I told him, and I could practically feel my eyes sparkling every time I looked at him.

"Je n'ai jamais vu quelqu'un avec des yeux aussi beaux que les vôtres," Timothée said to me. I didn't know what he'd said, but it still made me blush.

"I once failed a Spanish test in highschool six times," Dillon announced. It took a lot of strength not to roll my eyes. Dillion had to be the best at everything, even if he was the worst at it, he had to be the best at being the worst. I could tell he'd felt threatened by Timothée's bilingual abilities.

"This is my brother, Dillon," Julie said blandly.

"Nice to meet you," Timothée said politely.

We all found a place to sit and chat. I couldn't get over how beautiful Timothée was. He was equally as charming. He talked with his hands, and seemed so genuinely kind.

"So what do you do for work Timothée?" I asked. I had tried my hardest to focus equally on every member of the group, but it wasn't working well. For some reason I wanted to know absolutely everything about him.

"I'm in a performing arts college at the moment. I hope to one day become an actor. I work for a school as an elementary soccer coach," he explained. I could have melted right there on the spot. An aspiring actor, who worked with children. Could he be anymore precious?

"I bet they all love you," I chuckled.

"Why do you say that?" Dillon snapped. He'd been brooding all night. I didn't exactly blame him.

"Babe, I literally work with kids. I know personality types they like," I told him.

"So you're a teacher then?" Timothée asked.

"Yes, but I'm an aspiring author," I smiled, he seemed to like what he heard, but Julie had to butt in.

"All her stuff is so angsty, I can barely stomach it," She said. This wasn't true on her end. She didn't mind angst, for God's sake her favorite show was Supernatural.

"Well, it's just what gets me creative," I said, looking at my feet. I was very sensitive about my writing.

"Hey, pain, and angst have fueled some of the most beautiful art. Look at Starry Night by Van Gogh. He was in an asylum when he painted that," Timothée countered.

"That's my favorite painting," I said eagerly.

"That's my cue," Dillion said. "If we are going to be talking about art and mental illness, I'm headed home."

"Alright, see you later," Julie waved. He looked angry that I wasn't accompanying him, but I was having a good time. Plus, he was the one being grouchy.

We ordered more drinks. I threw mine back, wondering if I could blame my fascination with Timothée on alcohol later.

"If you could play any character, in anything, who would you choose?" I asked. I always loved asking this of aspiring actors.

"I think I'd like to play Laurie from Little Women. He has a lot of depth, and quite the character development," Timothée answered. It was a good answer.

"If you could have originated any character in literature, who would it be?" He asked, and I blushed.

"My answer is stupid," I said.

"I bet it isn't," he urged.

"Regulus Black from the Harry Potter series. I think he's so nuanced. You never even meet him, yet his story is so viscerally moving."

There was something akin to fondness in Timothée's eyes as he looked at me. His smile was bright. I felt as though we were kindred souls at the moment.

"I don't think that answer is stupid at all," he said. "Not one little bit."

"Can't believe your saying that y/n," Julie drawled. "She's a transphobe, and you're all over that LGBT stuff."

She had finally riled up into a reaction. I glared at her. She was also "all over" that LGBT stuff, we were both openly bisexual. She was only being flippant to bother me.

"Unfortunately, bad people can create good things. I don't support her financially anymore, or engage with any of the new stuff. Also if by "LGBT stuff" you mean peoples rights, yes I am all over that."

"I don't know, some of her arguments make sense," Julie said, and that was a huge mistake. She'd forgotten we weren't alone. It wasn't just me to take the bait.

"That's a disgusting opinion," Timothée said in horror. She flipped immediately.

"It was just a joke. I was being sarcastic," She promised. Timothée seemed to relax at that, but I rolled my eyes.

Just then Julie's phone rang. She picked it up and looked panicked after a moment.

"I've got to go!" She said hurriedly grabbing her things.

"What's wrong?" Timothée asked.

"My apartment is flooding," She explained and rushed out. She left Timothée and I there alone.

"I suppose you want to leave now?" I asked.

"No, I'm having a great time," Timothée said, knocking back a drink.

"Me too," I smiled, and he chuckled. We continued to talk, and drink. Eventually, the two of us were a bit tipsy.

"Hey, I want to dance," Timothée said. I looked around with a giggle.

"We're in a pub," I said.

"I know a club really close to here, wanna join me?"

My stomach was doing flips. I nodded eagerly. He stood up shakily and held out his hand for me. I took it, even though the thought of touching him led me into treaturous thoughts.

We giggled as he led me across the street into the bustling club. It was loud, and smelled of cologne and liquor. It was a pretty nice place all things considered.

"Let's dance," he said, pulling me into the crowd. I felt like I would follow him anywhere. We were moving to the beat of the music. As I watched him, I felt the horrible urge to pull him in for a kiss. He was so close to me, mouth hanging open so I could feel his breath on me.

"I need to go," I said quickly. I needed to get away from him. His orbit was too alluring, I was sure to be sucked into it.

"Yeah, yeah, me too," he said, but he hadn't moved.

"It was really nice getting to meet you," I said earnestly.

"I feel the same way," he nodded, and I couldn't help but look for a deeper meaning in the words. Shit, I REALLY needed to get out of here.

I said my goodbye hurriedly, not able to resist much longer. I called an Uber that took me back to my apartment. Once home, I sat down on the couch, putting my head in my hands. What was happening? My world had been upturned.

[genderqueerdykes]

I really appreciate your posts and would like to ask about something. I live in a country which language is heavily 'grammaticaly gendered' (every verb etc. has masculine and feminine form) which means I'm always aware that people misgender me (I'm not out and now I can't change it). I should find a job because it'd be a first step towards my transition but I'm anxious. When I was studying it was possible to talk to people as little as possible and be mostly alone. As sad as it sounds, I prefered being alone than making fake friends, enduring misgendering etc. But I know that at work I couldn't barely talk to anyone. Apart from talking about work, some people also want to chat during breaks, or talk about their private life etc. I'm worried because I know that more socialising will make my dysphoria worse and will negatively impact my mental health. I don't know how to navigate this situation and I don't have any 'safe space' where I can be out.

i've studied a few languages that have heavily gendered language- i studied german for a while in college and i was very taken aback by the gender structure within the language (which is even more complicated in german because there is also a neuter (neutral) gender as well). it leads to very confusing situations where one must remember the gendered particles to go along with the gendered nouns and it can be very uncomfortable at times when you're trans, gnc or even when you're cis

i actually understand what you mean about feeling like you'd rather have no friends than friends who will purposefully misgender you and not respect your identity. that's where i'm at right now. i was living with some EXTREMELY transandrophobic people for quite a while and it made me not want to be as willing to make friends unless i know for sure that person is not going to be awful about transmascs and trans men. i've met so many people who think i'm super cool and then i'll be sitting there having a conversation with them and they will go off about how horrible transmascs and trans men are, i will encounter gay men who complain about how vaginas and breasts are gross and they'd never like them because they're gay, i encounter a lot of people who get nervous when they find out someone is on testosterone and begin to judge- there can be a lot of issues when it comes to someone else's internalized prejudiced when you are just trying to live your life

there are many people who understand your struggle about not being able to be safely out and yourself. i am very fortunate to be able to be out in my IRL life, I know many, many people do not have this privilege. it's definitely very hard to not be able to find someone in your local community, safely, to be yourself around. this may not yield much, but it may be worth seeing if there are any online groups for queer people in your area (Facebook groups, instagram communities, and so on). i know it's not the same as going somewhere irl, but it can be helpful. if this is also not an option, i'm very sorry

i know it's hard to get a job when you know you won't be referred to correctly. it bothered me a lot when i was working my first job. people would be very defensive about my own gender and get upset when i referred to myself as a guy. i would get aggressively she/her'd whenever i would express my masculinity. i would have people insisting that i'm a woman at all times even though i knew who i was on the inside. my gender became a point of focus for a lot of my customers and it was exhausting

i would say if you genuinely need to collect your wits and preserve your mental health, forcing yourself to socialize right away may not be a good idea. it may be a good idea to try to find ways to be yourself in your personal time, when you are alone. whether that includes talking to online queer friends/groups, or dressing/acting/behaving the way you want to when you are completely alone, it's a start. i would be curious to see if anyone who is in a situation similar to this anon would be able to lend some advice.

please let us know if you have any tips for this anon. i hope you are able to feel a bit more like yourself soon. i'm sorry that things are so tough for you right now. best of luck, take care of yourself for now. feel free to ask any more questions you may have

[caretaker-of-the-toys-au]

I'm curious: If the Caretaker, Celestia, and Devin were critters and the critters were humans, what do you think they would look like, and how would they of met?

I'm normal-

Oh, interesting idea!!

I would draw it but I've got a lot on my plate with art right now so I'll just answer in a block text:

Dogday would definitely be a preppy kid. Slacks and a letterman jacket. He's absolutely a ginger and has freckles. His pendant would be in the form of a necklace.

Catnap is a hoodie kid, black jeans and a choker with a moon. I see him having longer hair? Almost like it's mimicking a tail.

Crafty would be the maxi-skirt and croptop combo for sure. Her hair is braided down her back, it'd still be blue, and she'd keep her flower hairpin.

Bobby is a sweater person. Not just a sweater but one with a heart over her chest! That's where her pendant is. Chubby, brown hair and big old brown eyes so full of love it.

Hoppy is all for racer back tanks and shorts. Probably a pixie cut or something even short, her hair would be in her face too much otherwise. She'd still keep her single ear piercing.

Kickin' would match Hoppy, except a baggy t-shirt and shorts. His bandana is a must! He likes his hair really long, it makes him feel cool so he refuses to cut it past shoulder length.

Bubba... Hmm... He's a bit more complicated. Cardigan for sure, same with the lightbulb broach he has. Glasses too. He keeps a backpack with him with a first-aid kit and maybe a few snacks. He's just ready for anything. I think he'd wear polos too, only polos or button up shirts.

Picky would be all in general neutral. Not because she's enby or anything, she just doesn't care. She'd have longer hair, definitely blonde, and she'd keep it in a bun. I can see her tying off her shirts in a knot on her hip and wearing jeans.

Sunny and Moon would be either babies or actual pets.

How would the MC, Celestia, and Devin meet the kids? They'd be made for the kids!

MC, with how I depict them, would probably be designed a lot like Bobby is in canon, just a bit bigger. Their symbol would probably be a hand, a green one!

Celestia would be.... I can see her being a turtle or something. Her symbol would be a butterfly, I think. Sometimes she gives me Garnet vibes and that's just what I think about when I think of her.

Devin's a wolf, absolutely. Namely because of his origins in general, not necessarily here in the fanfic. His symbol would be a rose.

I think they'd get along well with the kids too. It would probably be the kids working to save them and trying to get them out of the factory, maybe even actually managing it!

That would be an interesting AU....

[supersecretnerd]

If I had the energy to write, I would so make a crossover fanfic of Goodbye Volcano High and Bugsnax

It'd just be the main cast from GVH after their game events wake up on Snaktooth island slightly after the journalist arrived, so now on top of trying to get the grumpus all back in town the journalist (and everyone else) also has to be deal a different, unknown species of teenagers who are very frighten (not knowing if they're all dead or not, being away from their families, stuck on an island with body horror and tension from a group of creatures you don't know would be scary).

Also I think the interactions could potentially be cool.

I'd have to take proper notes before trying to come up with anything concrete, but have some ideas from the top of my head (below readmore so this isn't too long)

The GVH gang are unable to eat the Bugsnax (can't swallow them whole, but even if they could they'd get sick from it and wouldn't have the body changing effects.)

Feel like the GVH gang would get sick (mostly figuratively) of eating Sauces, and would look for food everywhere on the island and in the waters; they don't come up with anything and are disappointed (especially Sage, he just wants to cook)

Journalist definitely interviews them all (could be a good writing practice for getting a grasp at how GVH characters speak)

Stella and Shelda would get along either well or well-ish (depending on how Stella would react to Shelda's apartment hypocrisy when or if she noticed)

Trish and Rosa would like helping Gramble out with his pet Bugsnaxs. (However, it's kinda bittersweet cause looking at the Bugsnax makes them miss Mango) (Maybe Mango's on the island, and the Journalist eventually finds her)

Rosa would also like helping Wambus out in his garden, finding the Sauce Fruit fascinating. (Does kinda make Gramble and Wambus fights more awkward for her, since she likes hanging out with both)

On one hand Floofty is kinda a jerk, but on the other hand I feel like Fang, Sage, and Rosa would sorta look up to them for being the oldest non-cis person they've met.

Trish absolutely bombards Floofty with questions about their research on Bugsnax; Floofty would view her similarly to how they view Tiffany. (Trish could offer to help them with their research, currently unsure if Floofty would accept or decline like how they declined Flibo) (The decapitation experiment still happens though, as Trish cannot eat bugsnax)

Floofty would be more excited at the prospect of finding a new sapient species, but the Bugsnax is still messing with their head so it's a more mellowed out excitement.

Snoopy is naturally suspicious of them, doesn't trust them (thinks they were all created by Grumpinati to spy on them).

They'd all get along with Chandlo great, who doesn't like Chandlo.

Fang would relate heavily to Wiggle's passion for music and think she's cool, whereas Fang would remind Wiggle of a younger version of herself (on Wiggle ends, it's kinda both a happy and sad thing.

Tiffany and Naser would crack a lot of jokes together.

Reed tries to start a L&L game on the island with some grumps included (dunno who yet) (if you don't know, L&L is just D&D). It doesn't end well (how don't know, something similar to how Filbos activities end/maybe it was Filbos idea), so the GVH just take to playing L&L amongst themselves.

GVH gang would be nicer to Filbos I think.

That's about all I can think of. Feel free to send me any ideas you guys come up with!

[eisforeidolon]

Question: So my question for you guys is what do you think would happen if blood junkie Sam and demon Dean met?

Jared: They'd be like, 'You're fucked up? Cool, I am too.' They might go party. [laughs][explaining to Jensen] Blood junkie Sam and demon Dean. That's a good question, we've never had this question [Jensen laughs]. Blood junkie Sam and demon Dean, I - my instinct is that they would kinda be like, 'Alright, well, I'm a little off-kilter, you're a little off-kilter, too, let's go party.' [both laugh] I got your back. It feels like it'd be the same thing of Dean kinda befriending Benny in Purgatory? I feel like they'd get along, strangely.

Jensen: Yeah, they'd probably, they'd probably cause some problems for a lot of - for hunters. Other hunters, they would cause a lot of problems for them. They'd be having - I mean, with demon Dean, when he was left to his own devices, he was causing issues, so I think if he had a partner in crime? Like [laughs] blood junkie Sam? Then I think it would just, uh, multiply that, so yeah.

Jared: But I think demon Dean and rebar Sam wouldn't get along. [Jensen nods] Too soon? [Jensen laughs] Thank you for your question.

Jensen: Thanks.

[p5x-theories]

Here’s a fun little question, I know we don’t know to much information about all of the wonder squad, but if you could pair off the phantom thieves(including Akechi, Sumire, Zenkichi, and Sophia) and wonder squad, who would each of them be friends with the most, based on just vibes and the general traits that we know of?

Ooo! I love an excuse to think about the potential dynamics of characters that've never met in canon (even if for most of the Wonder Squad we have... very little canon to go off of in the first place).

Also in retrospect after typing these, they may not be strictly all who they'd each be the best friends with, but I guess they're character duos that I think would bond for a particular reason, in a way that might be interesting?

This also turned out much longer than expected, so, uh. Under the cut it goes!

Wonder

Not to start with something totally out of left field, but I feel like Wonder and Yusuke would get along, in the way that I think Yusuke would enjoy drawing him, and Wonder seems to just sort of stare off into space sometimes, which'd make him a great, barely-moving sketch target, haha. If everyone else wanted to go and do something else, but Yusuke wanted to stay and draw, I feel like Wonder'd stick around with him (either intentionally or not). In general, Wonder just kind of goes along with things, which I think would lend well to him spending a lot of time with Yusuke, who tends to sweep up whoever's with him into what he's doing/passionate about. Yusuke's influence might even help Wonder be a bit more actively passionate about things, too!

As an extension of that, I think Polter probably would get along with Yusuke since they both seem to be art kids, though I have no idea if Polter's attitude towards art is the same as Yusuke's, haha.

Closer

Just to get the obvious out of the way here, I feel very strongly that Motoha and Ryuji would get along. They both have a very enthusiastically supportive sports friend vibe. I think it's sort of a given, to the point where it'd be weird not to bring it up at all.

However, if I'm supposed to come up with duos here, there's someone else I wanna go with that's a little less obvious- Motoha and Sumire. I think, first and foremost, that Motoha's enthusiasm would be really, really good for Sumire. I haven't gotten the impression that Motoha's really someone to lie just to make her friends feel better (though she wouldn't say something cruelly blunt, either), and she's definitely the type to get hyped up when her friends do well with the way she encourages Tomoko. I think Motoha's encouragement and opinion- both genuine- would really help Sumire's self-confidence, and I think Motoha would bond with her over them both having sport interests (if different sports).

I think their respective sports' skills, for that matter, would probably rub off on each other a bit, too, haha. Motoha seems like the kind of person who'd be down to try something that's really important to a friend of hers at least once, if not more. I feel like they'd do pre-exercise stretches together.

Cattle

Cattle... I have a slightly out there suggestion for, actually. You know when a younger little kid latches onto an older kid who gives off the vibe of knowing what's going on in a situation?

I feel like Sophia would kind of do that with Cattle. Cattle very much likes to give off the vibe of cool confidence, knowing what's going on the majority of the time but rarely being fazed by the stuff he didn't expect either. I feel like Sophia would kind of latch onto Cattle in a way she didn't quite with Morgana, because of this? She wants answers, and to understand, and has a billion questions, and that curiosity doesn't go away after awakening her Persona properly. And Cattle seems to enjoy being the bird with a plan, the one with the answers.

So I can kind of imagine Sophia drowning him in questions about the Metaverse and Thief stuff and humans, because he at least likes to act like he knows all that, and she always wants answers but sometimes her questions are a little too difficult for others to answer. Cattle would probably at least try?

Shun

Not to bring in Yusuke again, but Yusuke and Shun would absolutely get along and it'd be a mistake not to say it. One of the first things Shun says to Motoha is asking how the ramen at the restaurant she and Wonder just ate at was. You know he'd be asking to hear every detail of how Yusuke describes food, and Yusuke'd be just as happy to give the descriptions (and to eat the food in the first place, haha).

I do actually think that Joker and Shun would get along as well, though, because they both enjoy cooking. I'm not sure whether Shun enjoys cooking as a group activity, but considering all the dishes Joker learns how to make in P5S, I think you can pretty easily argue they have a shared interest to talk about, whether they actually cook together or not, haha. I know Wonder can cook as well, but I guess it feels more like it's an interest of Joker's (as opposed to a necessity for Wonder, who lives alone), in my mind at the very least?

They also both give off kind of a "loner delinquent at school" vibe that most of the Wonder Squad doesn't quite have, which I think would draw Joker just a bit more towards Shun over the others, even without the cooking stuff.

Yukimi

I think Yukimi and Makoto would be an interesting one. Yukimi's silver hair and apparently "cold" exterior would remind Makoto of her sister, I think, whereas I think Yukimi would see herself in Makoto with how they both lost their fathers and grew up with heavy expectations from their remaining female guardian. To that end, I think their interactions might be a little awkward at first, coming from slightly different angles of relation to each other, but I think if they started interacting (and possibly fighting Shadows together) without overthinking it, they'd easily start to bond, and probably also be terrifying in combat as a duo.

I think sparring would be equally good practice and catharsis, on some level, for them both, haha. Though if they're both used to heavy expectations, they, uh... may study for finals to death if left alone for too long, so maybe that's one thing they shouldn't do as a pair.

Seiji

For the sake of pairing each P5 and P5X thief once, and also because (as the recurring theme here) I think it would be interesting, I think Seiji and Zenkichi would be an unexpected pair. At first it's probably just a thing where, if everyone else is hanging out with someone, then they're kind of the leftovers? But there's also really something, in my brain, to the fact that Seiji's detached attitude is implied by his profile to come from his rich family (and/or cold education) but he wants connection, and Zenkichi is a literal dad on the team who didn't (and still doesn't entirely) quite know how to connect with his daughter but really wants to. They both sort of have a family thing going on, which Zenkichi is at least starting to work on (though we don't know about Seiji), you know?

Of course, given that Zenkichi is Zenkichi, I don't think he would pick up on this for a while. Like, just long enough that it starts to get a little embarrassing in retrospect, haha. And Seiji might notice the similarity, but I really doubt he would act on it. So I think where it really starts it that Zenkichi eventually picks up on the fact that Seiji, polite as he is, is the only one (besides Okyann, though honestly, she might do it too) who never calls him "Gramps", or any other nickname like that, ever. I don't know if every member of the Wonder Squad or even the original Phantom Thieves would always call him Gramps, but I think there'd be moments. Except with Seiji.

And I mean, Zenkichi is an investigator. I think once he realizes there's something to pick up, he'd quickly piece the rest of it together, with or without a literal background check. And I think his attempts to bond with Seiji would be awkward, because Zenkichi's sort of awkward around the kids most of the time when he's not fighting anyway, but I do think he'd try, the same way he tries with Akane. Probably better, even, because he's actually making progress on Akane so he's learning, and they can do stuff like fight shadows together, haha.

Not sure how fast Seiji would pick up on what he's doing (or, in particular, how intentional it is), given we don't really know him that well, but I do think he would at least subconsciously start to feel like there's at least a bit of a connection there, and maybe once it'd start it'd build faster and faster, or they'd just sort of slowburn a found family situation. Either way. I think it'd work.

Also, Haru and Seiji can bond over not knowing the price of basic goods, and having a limo escort them everywhere, because they're both rich. You know how it is.

Mont

Listen- if Mont also has an injury that makes it so she can't do her favorite sport anymore? Or at least, certainly not on the level she used to be able to, and certainly not as easily in the real world as the heightened physical abilities make it in the Metaverse? Then I've gotta think about her interactions with Ryuji. Mont's a little tricky because we don't know her as well, but I think Ryuji's enthusiasm would do good things for her, especially if she still has that ache in her heart, like her description says, that she can't skate anymore. Definitely going for morning jogs together, maybe also physical therapy either together (if... possible?) or at least being each other's accountability buddies to make sure they both keep it up. And I think it'd be fun she taught him how to ice skate (if he doesn't know already- not sure how canon we consider the original P5 opening, hehe?), because absolutely no one would expect him to know how to ice skate, let alone technically having training from a professional in the subject.

I don't think anyone would expect them to get along as well as they do, either, which might be just as entertaining as their actual potential interactions.

Rin

Hear me out: Yaoling and Haru. Admittedly, I don't have a huge basis for this one, but I was thinking about Yaoling with the peppers in her sticker, and Haru with her garden and teas, and I think Yaoling helping Haru with the garden and being a bit childishly excited about the plants as they grow would be really fun, and I'm sure Haru would always appreciate the help and enthusiasm as well.

They'd also just be fun as a duo interacting with others, because Haru is very much the combat threat and one that would obliterate a cop with a smile on her face, while I strongly feel that Yaoling would be the one cheering from the sidelines/otherwise the backup of the situation. My impression is that people would expect Yaoling, as the more energetic and (at least going by vibe) louder and outspoken of the two, to be the dangerous one, but you're really doomed if Haru joins in.

Not that Yaoling isn't a threat, too. They're very much two cute girls that bonded over gardening and could destroy you if you deserve it. It's just that people don't expect Haru to be the muscle, haha.

Leo

Now, okay. For Leo, this may be a little self-indulgent on my part and probably more than a little obvious, but I think he and Akechi would make such a funny pair.

I don't know if Akechi would strictly enjoy it, and certainly he wouldn't show it at surface level if he did. But they both have the superhero Personas, and there's no way Leo isn't a Featherman fan. Enthusiastically a Featherman fan. Leo has the vibe, thief outfit, and battle lines, EVERYTHING of someone who is very earnest about his interest in superheroes, tokusatsu, and etc. Which is to say, I don't think Akechi wants to be grouped with Leo. I don't think Akechi wants to admit that he on some level enjoys being a superhero duo. But I think that is absolutely who he'd get paired with out of the options, if I have to come up with a duo for each of them. (Futaba would also make Featherman jokes just to make Leo happy and Akechi not.)

He can't even win when he uses Loki, because he's Grey Pigeon. It's inescapable.

Okyann

This one is maybe an obvious one- Kayo and Ann.

But I think Ann actually finds Kayo a bit offputting at first. If they meet in reality before meeting as thieves, I'd say it's because Ann's parents are the kind of people to leave their daughter in an empty house for a year+, so I'd believe they're also the sort of people to have subjected her as a little kid to a lot of adult-focused events with all their friends over that all gush about Ann exactly like Kayo does to Wonder, but don't actually care about her in any capacity and are more just doing it for her parents. That's headcanon, I guess, but it tracks in my mind at least. In the modeling industry, Ann's also used to that level of friendliness being performative, too (in her social link for instance), which doesn't help.

If they first meet as thieves, on the other hand, I think Ann might instead be a bit put-off because Okyann seems like she might come off as a bit much sometimes- and there are plenty of reasons Ann doesn't get along with the other girls at Shujin, even if it's not Ann's fault- and not to mention outdated fashion-wise. On the flip side, I'm not really sure how Kayo would feel about Ann? It could be her seeing herself (for better or for worse), or it could be her seeing a teenager that's part of the trends that evolved without her. Either way, though...

Once they start to bond, I think it's all over for everyone. I can totally see them hanging out, getting crepes together, expanding each other's fashion knowledge, getting their hair done and cute makeup, all kinds of silly girly stuff that Ann doesn't quite have someone else to do that with and Kayo'd usually be considered a bit "old" for. I think Ann helps Kayo feel younger again in reality, and Kayo probably (intentionally or unintentionally) helps bolster Ann against some of that anti-aging beauty stuff. People would probably mistake Kayo for Ann's aunt or mom or something, but I think in actuality they'd actually be closer to two besties with a bit of a difference in age than anything.

Tomoko

My suggestion here might be a little weird, but... Tomoko and Futaba. Not because I think they have shared interests, or even much in common besides I guess being short teammates with glasses haha, but because I think that's... actually kind of the point?

Futaba's not good with social interaction. It's a well-known fact. Tomoko, however, is a bit on the softer/quieter side, but she's never really been shown to have any anxiety about interactions as far as we've seen, and is pretty outgoing even. And I think that would work really well for Futaba, because Tomoko wouldn't have the vibe of judging her if she doesn't quite know how to interact, but also has enough backbone to keep pushing Futaba when she needs it. Tomoko's not going to draw attention to them the way their flashier teammates might, either, but she can take charge if she needs to. Tomoko can get through a crowd to get Futaba that computer part she needs if Futaba can't do it. She's the scout-ahead teammate that tells Futaba when the coast is clear.

Also, Futaba's weird in a way that Tomoko has only lightly shown signs of, and I think that would rub off on Tomoko. Tomoko's willing to get a little silly- she and Wonder posing before serving people food, for instance- so she'd indulge Futaba's sillier, weirder moments, and I think that'd make Tomoko weirder in turn.

Kiyoshi

Okay, speaking of weirdos, it's the two left- Kiyoshi and Morgana! This is the key of the whole duo: they both like feeling kind of superior about the weird powers they have (or at least think they have... but that Kiyoshi as a full teammate would in fact actually have), and get really enthusiastic about it when someone encourages them.

I think it'd be sort of like an infinite validation loop- Morgana shows Kiyoshi something cool in the Metaverse, or really anything sneaky in reality for the fact that he's a talking cat, and Kiyoshi thinks that's cool and it feeds into his thing about being a psychic chosen one, which makes Morgana feel wanted and validated as being cool. And then Kiyoshi figures something out, or otherwise puts together something neat and probably cool they can do in the Metaverse (he strikes me as a "what can you do with psychic superpowers" ideas/trial and error kinda guy), and Morgana thinks that's cool and immediately wants to try it in battle or for a heist, which makes Kiyoshi feel recognized and validated as being cool.

And that just goes on. And on. To the benefit and possibly slight detriment of everyone else, because there are really both pros and cons to two of your most enthusiastic teammates also sort of wanting to feel better and cooler than everyone else all the time (even if they of course still respect and value their teammates).

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Um. So there you go! Nearly 3k words about which P5 and P5X teammates I think should bond, basically. Honestly, you're just enabling me at this point. I hope you're having as much fun as I am, haha!

And also. I did not mean to write like three times as much for Seiji as anyone else got. I don't know what came over me there.

[westerburgresidence]

What Heathers characters do you ship and what are your headcanons for them

HELLOok so i kinda rambled alot i didnt mean too uhm AUTISM GO BRRRRR but like.... haheyayayya i like sharing ask me for more if u want..... or for speciifc ships i love them all hhrhrtrhrhrh..

Also i use the word toxic in here alot i think IDK, I couldnt think of a better word 😭😭 ssorryyyyyyy....

ok so tbh like. I can get behind pretty much any ship from heathers.. Like if u tell me about a ship and ur really like HRHRGRGRG about it ME TOO ME TOO ME TOO i will JOIN IN ON THAT but really thats the same with any fandom im in liek i will be enthusiastic both with and for you BUT my personal favs are chanduke (heather chandler x heather duke) , kind of any jd x heathers ship cause i think theyre all pretty cool , and jdronica ,, Mainly because all of them can be seen as so insanely toxic but also twisted into really cute n silly and I love both interpretations

um my favourite headcanons for them . Vary i guess,, Im like. a multishipper in a headcanon sense. i give alot of contradictings headcanons and just mess with the ones i like most at the time.. so

my favourites for chanduke are mostly toxic and stuff so... um... :3

i like to think that heather will egg on heathers bulimia, like purposely mention stuff like "oh youre getting chubby" playing it off as lighthearted or teasing but she knows what shes doing I THINK THATS KINDA HRHSHAHRH cuz, heather will take comments abt hersef like REALLY personally especially about her body And the same with SH, i think both of them woulf SH (Heather for mainly attention and also a little bit of escapism and Heather mainly for escapism and only a little for attention) nd they'd tell eachother their scars r hot and stuff and encourage the other to cut more... but also for toxicity dislikers heather would totally help heather with stuff like pulling her hair back for her when shes puking n stuff and. Goddgdhs Theyre the girls ever:((((((;

okum ,, I might jusg list one(or 2) of my favourite headcanons for each jd x heather ship cuz. Like i love them all😭

for chandean (heather chandler n jd) i like projecting on them the most cause it reminds me of one of my friends n i's relationship (i cut em off ages ago:(( ) butburbut heather n jd would date mainly just for their egos . Like heather would purposely feed into JDs superiority complex n JD would purposefully feed into hers, they'd be the most toxic couple ever but it works for them and heather also kind of just likes it that way cuz they'r both bitches to eachoyher and they should NOT be dating but if the other ever tried to break it off it'd just be met with suicide threats. like "i will fucking kms and my blood will be on your hands" but i feel like only jd would say that stuff . Heather wpuld just manipulate by crying n guilt tripping

hjmmgn for uhm jduke (jd and heather duke) i kinda have more lighthearted and fluffy ones? I do have afew more . Worse hcs for them but most the stuff i write for thrm is mainly hurt/comfort and just fluffy romantics.. Heather is really into gardening and she teaches jd stuff,, idk :,p One of the more toxic ones i have for them is kinda the same surrounding chandean.. Heather would attempt to leave jd afew times (only like 3 before she gave up) but he'd just threaten her or his own life, manipulate her n stuff.. I mainly project in a more positive sense than i do witht others on tbese guys 😭

And for JD and heather mcnamara (Idk their ship name), I think they'd be cuties........ like Cuties in a "oh my fucking god your boyfriend is insane" way. jd woudl control Heather in alot of subtle ways at first (small stuff like clothes, hair, her makeup. He'd influence change) and then get heather to a point where she literally did most stuff with his opinion in mind and where she based her opinions and thoights on his and if she wver tried to leave him, he'd manipulate her n stuff like,, what wpuld she do without him and yk stuff along those lines:3

uhmmmn And jdronica. Please i have so many headcanons for them they both need to be jailed . Literalky eveyrthinbfg wrong with them canon . I just headcanon theyr 10x worse than in canon... like.. idk how to explain it. already existing facts r worse . I also think jd would encourage veronica to be more harmful towards people like telling her lashing out at friends was fine n normal and a healthy way to cope and like cutting and stuff was also healthy and everyone does it::....... I thjnk theyre fucked up little cuties

[themoonsbride]

Come on, Love. x

a/n: I randomly had the idea for this today and decided I should write about it and post an image again since it's been awhile, sorry if it's short and not well written , xo

-×♥︎×-

You were laying on top of your bed reading a novel, the cool spring breeze blew in through the curtains of your opened window, giving your forearms arms small goosebumps.

You heard your phone buzz, you place a bookmark inside of the novel and placed it next to you while you picked up your brightly screened device. It was nearly almost 1 a.m.

Your best friend Jamie texted you.

Wanna sneak out?

Jamie you know my parents will kill me . you typed back smiling at your screen, you'd known Jamie since you guys were in your senior years of highschool, now you were about to turn 23 and in the process of moving into an apartment with Jamie. Since the first day you met him when you were 18 you'd thought he was cute, and your opinion didn't change. Though, you didn't realize until you were around 20 that it seemed you'd found him more than just cute.

But you knew he didn't think the same of you, he'd been through girlfriends during your relationship, which wasn't a big deal nor problem to you, you were always respectful of his boundaries along with his partners. You didn't 3rd wheel onto dates even when invited, hell, your existence felt rude simply standing next to Jamie when he stood next to his past lovers.

But now the both of you were single, and you'd only ever had one boyfriend in your life. and you were a bit embarrassed about it quite frankly.

awww, come on love.

you felt your face become warm. and whether or not it was from the heatwave of your cellphone. or you blushing, you didn't know. You sighed.

okay fine, where are we going?

It's a supriseee, see you soon :)

see you soon :)

You smiled to yourself and placed your phone back onto your night desk and stood up from your bed, stretching your limbs before walking over to your closet. You'd snuck out before with Jamie, but it was only once, and you'll never forget how mad your parents were when they'd caught Jamie sneaking you back inside of your bedroom window.

You got grounded for a month and weren't allowed to see Jamie during that month either, it felt like torture. That happened a bit after you turned 19 years old. You giggled at the thought of how mad your parents faces were before quickly placing a hand over your mouth, scared you'd wake up your parents again even if you were an adult now.

You pulled up some black jeans from around your ankles up to your waist before zipping them, rummaging through you closet, picking out a nice shirt, tying on some sneakers and sitting down at your desk with a mirror placed at it.

You quickly tried to do a small amount of makeup before Jamie arrived, and just as you finished. Jamie was at your window.

"hey!" he whispered over to you, causing you to jump a bit, getting a smile out of him. You slipped your phone into your back pocket at you stood before walking towards your opened window, feeling somewhat cold from the breeze.

"come on let's get you out of there" Jamie chuckled as he grabbed your hands and started to help pull you out of your bedroom window frame.

"okay, okay, are we doing something fun?" you asked as you stood up on the flat roof of your house, looking at the rest of it where it was tiled more towards the middle of your house and how it'd stooped down at both sides. You met your eyes with Jamie's.

"of course we are, let's go now" He grabbed your hand as he started to guide you to climb down your dark quiet house. Some of Jamies decisions your parents heavily disagreed with, such as sneaking out, partying, concerts, and just other normal things that people did for fun or to

distract themselves. Your mother always told you sneaking out and parties would lead to possibilities of you ending up on the side of the road by morning with a massive hangover. Your father said a concert would explode your eardrums and make you deaf for the rest of your life.

But it didn't matter much to you, you were growing into a woman now and knew how to defend and protect yourself. And you had jamie. You knew you were safe with him, that's another aspect of him that made you love him more.

Before you knew it, you were inside Jamie's car, driving the both of you somewhere whilst quiet, low, music played on the radio. it felt so unreal, being with Jamie felt unreal. it made you feel like you were floating, like you were dreaming. He was so memorizing to look at.

--×♥︎×--

Jamie had his hands covered over your eyes as he helped guide you towards somewhere. You could hear the smirk in his voice. it made you smile.

"okay okay, and, stop!" he said as his voice started to distance from you and you stopped feeling the warmth of his hands disappear from your eyes.

"don't open your eyes yet." He said quickly before the sound the trunk opening and porclin clancking together filled your ears, hearing something land on the glass like material.

"can I open my eyes?" you asked feeling your face start to warm, a tulip red splattering your cheeks.

"wait" he said excitedly before what sounded like him sitting down a shuffling around. there was also the faint sound of a lighter, which was followed by Jamie hissing in pain, probably burning himself on accident.

"open." He said, an obvious smile plastered onto his face from his voice. You slowly opened your eyes as you saw Jamie sitting on a picnic blanket, with 3 bowls of ice cream, and a lantern with a lit candle inside.

You didn't realize how much you were smiling until your mouth muscles began to ache. you hoped you didn't look like a complete fool smiling so hard infront of him before sitting across from him onto the patterned blanket. his beautiful eyes seemed divine, even in the darkness.

it felt so amazing, and unreal. as always.

while you enjoyed your ice cream and talked all you wanted to do was tell him how much you loved him, how much you desired him. he was everything you wanted in a person, he was all you wanted.

If only you could've told him how his erupting laughs that came straight from his stomach lifted you up and pumped your heart with blood. how his periwinkle eyes made you feel like you could see into the depths and crevasses of true beauty. he was so pure and lovable, it drove you insane over him.

"We should do this more often" Jamie smirked

"Don't you remember how mad my parents were when they caught you helping me sneak back into my house?" you said smiling as you both bursted into giggles.

"Your father was furious!" Jamie spoke through laughs.

"He looked like a damn tomatoe he was so pissed!" you both began to laugh more, feeling more alive than ever.

"Remember how wide my moms eyes were with shock?" you asked through your chuckles.

"they looked like they were bound to fall out!" you were now both leaning against eachother laughing.

As your laughter died down, you'd ended up laying on your backs staring at the sky in silence, it was a comfortable silence, the tension, it didn't seem to be filled with friendship, atleast not to your senses it didn't. it felt more loved than platonic.

You went to look over at Jamie, just as your eyes landed onto his face, you noticed how it seemed as though he looked away rather quickly, as if he'd been looking at you before you even noticed. you smiled at looked back at the sky as you felt your face grow warm.

you went to move your hand to adjust yourself a bit feeling your hands brush together and your pinkies touching.

"sorry" you quickly whispered before looking from the sky over to the grass next to you, feel flustered and even a bit embarrassed.

"no biggie." Jamie whispered back to you, before feeling his own cheeks start to become warm, training his focus back onto the night sky.

--×♥︎×--

Both of you tried to exit Jamie's car as quiet as you could. climbing up to you window and standing on the flat roof near your window. As You started to walk towards your window more, cautious with each step you took,

You felt Jamie grab your hand you turned to look at him.

"What?" you asked, your tone seeming at though you'd asked him if something was wrong, he didn't respond.

Instead Jamie took the time to take in your apperance and you standing before him, he looked at though he wanted to say something. But he just couldn't form the correct wording, they scrambled in his throat and got caught, restraining them from coming out of his mouth.

He gently pulled on your hand, bringing your body close to his as your breath hitched and got caught inside your throat, you were so close to him, you'd only got this close to him through short hugs, but your faces never gotten close.

And now. here he was, standing so close your bodies were practically touching, as your lips were inches away from eachother, staring and melting into eachothers eyes.

and before you could process he was even this close to you in the first place, his lips were crashed onto yours, they felt like soft pillows as the warmth of his cheeks quickly spread to yours as you both embraced eachother.

[tacticalhimbo]

ok too fatigued to play stuff BUT.. playing outer worlds made me start thinking of my characters. and now i'm mapping out ships for them.

right now, the only canon ship i have is françoise/felix. this mostly stems from roleplaying in the tow universe with my partner years back BUT the idea of this stoic sublight mercenary falling in love with someone who is... let's be real, a puppy in human form? is just cute. their dynamic is really cute too. she helped ground him; he helped her come out of her shell

then from there, i still need to pair.. pretty much everybody. but i have ideas so i'm writing them out to eventually ponder on more and write.

starting with artemis. my captain. i genuinely don't think they'd become involved with a member of the crew; they've all gotten really close and they did help parvati with the whole date(s) with junlei (i think that was her name?)... but beyond that, artemis views them all more as family than anything. i also can't think of any npcs they'd bat for off the top of my head either... :pensive:

in the same kind of boat about ivett, too. granted there's the added layer that she's an oc centered around the peril on gorgon dlc! so it's even harder to think of anybody npc wise. double :pensive:

then we have my newest character, yu-phin. genuinely feel like she'd vibe with vicar max. he's the oldest of the unreliable crew, and yu-phin is close to him in age. plus i got to edgewater while playing as yu-phin, met him, and immediately exhausted his dialog options just to hear him talk. BUT. this also really cool because the dialog branch i followed with them was very... back and forth in a good way. they had a nice ideological discussion and i feel like that's very in character to how i envision her (not one for small talk, but sociable; loves engaging with people's ideals and hobbies and perceptions of the situation(s) around them, etc etc). they'd have the potential for the coolest fucking slowburn, especially where max's personal quest is involved.

which is funny because i initially thought of jamie and max... but the more i think about jamie's character, i think they'd be a good pair with ellie (and i did forget to write jamie's pronouns down so we're going to stay neutral for now). jamie left behind official clergy work because of frustration with the systems. it'd be a good push and pull, but jamie's become very much a mercenary "for the people" type. i feel like they'd really get along with ellie in terms of ideals. i'm blanking a little on ellie's personal quest, but i remember she comes from a well-off background and had a huge disagreement with family because of the fact she didn't find any purpose in adopting an elitist attitude, so. they have that in common.

that leaves... lucien. my stink ass corporate bureaucrat. born and raise in byzantium, developing a silver tongue throughout his prestigious education... is it terrible to say i've considered chairman rockwell for romancing him? i mean... come on now. y'all have heard me talk about this kind of dynamic already (lest we forget vinny and jenkins). let lucien get contracted by rockwell to do some dirty bureaucratic work. let them develop a steady working relationship where lucien becomes something of a left hand to him (because the iconic adjutant akande is his right hand). let there be this subtle tension that develops when they conclude their work together in the privacy of rockwell's office, sharing all sorts of alcohols and watching the starry night sky seep in through those giant windows... it's too perfect

[opiumkitten]

His Special Little Customer

Hey guys!

I know this is way shorter than what you're used to. There's also alot of back story missing, to test the waters with this one. Depending on how well this one goes is how the next chapter will fan out.

Diluc x Reader

Warning: Minors DNI. Mentions of Alcohol, NSFW

Word Count: 1,503

I think to myself as I sip from the sweet drink in my own cup. I try not to stare as he chats up the nun, who somewhat smiles as they enjoy the conversation.

Brown skin, midnight blue hair...muscular.

If I had a type, he'd be it.

But he takes home different women every night. Even I know his name, and he didn't know I existed.

Besides, I wouldn't want him to. If people find out a dual vision from Sumeru was sitting in a Mondstadt bar, they'd have questions.

"Y/na?"

Diluc called to me, cleaning a glass as I clip my eyes away from the male.

"Yes?"

"I'd recommend another drink over that decision. He's bad news."

"I don't need another drink...I need company."

"Another drink then."

I slide the empty glass over as he makes another sweet concoction, setting it down before leaning in.

"I come with this drink too, if only you'd ask; "special customer."

Diluc made eye contact with the guy he was so very familiar with before his eyes met Y/n's. The blush that carried along her cheeks was a familiar one, and she tried waving it away as she diverted her gaze from the smoldering barkeep.

She knew he was serious. Diluc had said this many times before. She'd been the only one he referred to as his "special customer." She'd be treated right in more ways than one if she'd 'ordered him.' But she loved this place and his company.

She didn't want to taint it.

That rule applies to the chill she'd been eying up this entire time too. As she watched him slide his fingers along a bar maiden's back, she knew he'd made his selection for the night.

The girl looked ecstatic and almost ready to undress where she stood.

Lucky...

She'd love to know what he drank. Taste it on her own tongue, feel his liquor between her legs...

The smell of night blooming Minose's (jasmine and roses) fluttered from her, causing Diluc to grab her hand as he took the glass.

"You're at you're limit. Wait here to sober up. I'll walk you home."

Taking the glass, she sighed at the warmth that'd gathered between her legs.

'It'd been way too long, I'm at my wit's end, blooming in this bar again. Diluc knew the scent, which is why he cut me off. He also knew that the drink caused me to get here, and yet every time he can't tell me no.'

"Have a bit to sober up."

A small bowl of soup was put in front of me with water, and I ate slowly while making the veggies bump into one another.

As the clock struck 2 am, guests started filing out slowly, and not too long after, I watched the male with midnight blue hair leave with the girl too.

I held back the tantrum as I watched the other girls pout openly, some leaving quickly.

By 4, the bar was mostly empty save for a few sleeping drunkards and myself.

Just as Diluc planned, I sobered up quickly and helped him mill out the drunks as he grabbed his coat and gestured to the back door.

The cool of the night, in contrast to the warm, sweet bar was crisp and fresh. But I couldn't shake the budding feeling in my womb as Diluc spoke.

"Will you be ok tonight?"

"I.. think so. I'm sober now."

"You were blooming. I know that scent."

"...."

"I won't hound you. But remember last time you held off? How I found you..."

Diluc is my confidant during my visits to Mondstadt. He gained his trust at the Fire festival, and after hearty convo and spirit swapping, the old man laughed as Diluc was down for 3 days after chugging the fervent concoction instead of sipping it.

My father made the decision because the drink was named after me, his pride and joy.

That being said, I came here to check on business with Diluc and company like I do every quarter. However, last time I hadn't had my suppressants.

Diluc came to get me the next day, only to find me a panting mess. My scent was wafting through the windows, filling the street with that sultry scent. Those passing by had deep blushes, visually horny and couldn't place why.

He lent me his hand, and his mouth till my medicine came from Liyue two days later. He was proud he worked his jaw to a state of soreness. Something he hasn't experienced in a while.

I stumbled as I felt my body throb.

"Y/n?"

"I-I'm ok..just need my suppressants."

"..ok.."

Diluc didn't say another word, trying to ward off his blush and he took in my scent.

Quietly and quickly, we made it to my house, not far from his as he cut on the lights and checked the parameter. I stayed at the doorway as ordered, so when he came to leave, he took my hand in his own, grazing his fingers lightly into my palm as he kissed my fingers.

"Will you be able to sleep?"

I could only nod, because if I said anything else it'd be difficult for him.

I felt his fingers press into me more, causing me to breathe deep as he studied me.

"What holds you back from me? Will you ever tell me?"

I couldn't answer as I swallowed back the urge to kiss him, watching his eyes painfully as he went to turn away.

If I took him in, I wouldn't be able to take him back with me to Sumeru. He's needed to be here in Mondstadt. Yet, he's ok with being with me. Knowing he'd be one of my loves and not the only one.

He wanted that. But what if he couldn't handle it? I don't want to lose him, even though he promised so many times he could.

'We can only try; you'd have to give it a chance to trust me.'

My restraint snapped as his words echoed in my head. He's right.

We can only try.

So why not try tonight?

I clenched his hand before his could pull away, making him freeze as my breath picked up.

"Diluc..."

He turned as I gripped at his glove, pulling it off before placing his hand on my neck, making me shiver.

Those ruby pools took in my reaction as I nearly lost it at only his touch.

"Are you sure?"

I could barely nod before his lips were on mine, pressing me into the jam as he took over me. Needy hands gripped at my neck and body as he held me, not allowing my escape as he pinched my nipple through the silk fabric.

The high moan that left me had him pull away before his hand dove into my panties.

"If you're gonna cum, I want it to be with me inside you."

He took in my lips again as I felt those leather clad fingers slip inside me, one and then two as he pumped slowly at first. My orgasm rumbled deeply as his pace picked up, his eyes watching me as my leg lifted, making him breathe deep as I slipped the jacket from his shoulders.

My hips rotated on their own as I started to tremble, his fingers curling in as he pumped faster, my head shaking from too much pleasure.

"Don't hold it. I won't stop even if you beg me tonight. Cum, Y/n."

My pussy clenched down on him at the sound of my name, and I felt him push harder as I nearly trapped him inside.

"That's it, just like that pretty girl."

I felt everything unhinge as I let go of my voice, my moans starting to echo as I gripped his wrist.

"C-cumming-!"

"Good, I can't wait to lick up every drop."

My eyes went blurry as I whined, hips stuttering as he hit my sweet spot-

Crying out, tears welled from my eyes as my orgasm ripped through me, my hips pushing down into his grip in ecstasy as my head kicked back into the wood.

"Good girl, so fucking pretty when you cum for me."

As he slowly pulled his fingers from me, my pussy begged to be filled as I watched him lick the leather clad digits clean.

"You get sweeter every time, Princess."

He growled as he offered me a taste, my tongue swirling around his fingers. Pressing deep into my throat, he took my tongue between his fingers, massaging it as his blush deepened.

"I can't wait to feel you wrap around me."

Biting into the glove, he pulled his hand free from it confines before lifting me and kicking the door closed.

Puffy lips found my own as he threw me onto the bed, my hands pulling at his jacket-

He pinned me, his tongue sliding to my neck as he sucked a mark into my flesh.

"Patience, let me treat you. After all Princess, you're my special little customer."

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Langa VS. the Assholes Who Hurt Reki

Summary: Langa and Reki have finally made up! But that doesn't mean that they no longer have problems.

(or, Langa just wants Reki to be happy, but for some reason people are very against that.)

Warnings: Swearing (Langa has has enough), Mentions of violence, Ad*m.

Words: 1.7k

(haha wdym the title is a star vs the forces of evil pun,,, no it isnt haha)

The stars in Okinawa reflected the sea, and the sound of their laughter along with the scraping of wheels against the cement ground is one that symbolizes peace, unity, and pure, unadulterated love.

Langa and Reki are alright again, and everything is right with the world.

"You... What?" Langa looked befuddled, an unidentifiable look on his features, as Reki nervously fiddled with his fingers, blushing from embarrassment. From what? He doesn't know.

"It's— it's not as bad as you think!" Reki said hurriedly, but by now there was a prominent frown on Langa's face, "it's— I was just ran over by a car—"

"Just," Langa emphasized, his voice uncharacteristically firmer and louder, "ran over by a car? Reki, do you think everyone just gets run over by a car? And do you think people who get run over by a car wake up in a love hotel? With a stranger?"

It's the next day since Langa and Reki's making up from their fight, and neither of them quite expected that the comeback of their roof-top lunches would start with Reki accidentally spilling that he was in a love hotel. Much less brought to a love hotel because he was ran over. By a stranger.

Everything was all so suddenly not-right, and Langa couldn't decide if this was better, or worse.

"—Langa? Hey, earth to Prince Langa!" Reki snapped his fingers in front of Langa's face, and the latter blinked, wondering when he started to get lost in his thoughts, and—wow. Reki seemed a bit too close to his face right now. Not that he was complaining.

There was a cute pout on Reki's lips, Langa guessed it was caused by his own neglect of their conversation. The former, though, upon noticing that his companion's eyes were on his lips, blushed bright red again, and brought back distance between them. Langa didn't stop the disappointed sigh from his lips, but the disappointment didn't last long.

His face once again etched up in concern, looking at Reki, who was facing down at the ground, his headband covering his cheeks, in an attempt to cool them down. Langa let a small, fond smile on his lips, before shaking it off once he remembered what Reki mentioned earlier.

"Reki, you can't just brush this off," Langa said, eyebrows furrowing and his chest hardening in both concern and frustration, "what else happened to you when I wasn't around?"

Reki sneaked a glance at Langa, before sheepishly turning away.

"Nothing," Reki said, but the lie obvious to Langa, "and you're talking a lot about this, like last night."

Langa frowned, "of course I am, you worry me a lot when you say 'it's nothing' or 'I'm fine'," he played with the hem of his shirt, before letting go and continuing, "because most of the time, you're lying."

Reki said nothing, only burrowing farther in himself. Langa huffed, frustration building up in him. If Reki thought it was surprising to see him chatty, he'll definitely have a heart attack after this.

Langa engulfed Reki in a hug, and it wasn't only the latter who gasped in surprise. Perhaps they've gathered some nosy onlookers?

Who cares?, Langa thought, Reki's the only thing that's important right now.

"Reki, be honest please?" Langa said, voice muffled, as he buried his face on Reki's shoulder.

"O-okay! Langa, okay, I'll tell you!" Reki stuttered out, a flustered mess, from the way he spoke, "just, let go, please?" He whispered to Langa, "people are kind of looking at us right now."

Langa didn't care who saw them, honestly. But he got what he wanted, and he didn't want Reki to be embarrassed too bad, so he let go of Reki's waist, and sat back to where he was positioned earlier.

He looked at Reki expectantly, but with patience. The latter picked at his nails in nervousness, wherein Langa took one of his hands to ease his anxiety.

Reki brought back Langa's hands, and started staring down at them and playing with them. He seemed to calm down, as his cheeks were no longer red, and Langa sent a dirty look to the passersby who were looking at them with keen interest, when Reki wasn't looking.

Reki swallowed, and looked up at him.

He scrunched up his face and looked away for a second, scratching his cheek with a finger, a small flush on his cheeks, "uhm..." letting out a sigh, Reki collected his thoughts and said, "erm, before I met you, I used to be in this sort of team? Gang? Thing... It was for skating." Reki added, upon the worried and horrified look on Langa's face, and the latter let out a sigh of relief, and encouraged him to continue.

"Er, they were sort of—they weren't really people I wanted to hang out with?" Reki mumbled, sheepishly, "they, uhm, they weren't really ones who enjoyed skating? They did it for the aesthetic, basically, and it made them sort of lame for me.

"So, I quit after three days."

Langa only seemed confused, so Reki added, "and well, I saw them while walking through the market and they kind of..." Reki mumbled the last part, and Langa blinked.

"'They kind of' what?" Langa pressed on, and Reki swallowed.

"They jumped me, but—" Reki immediately started to add, silencing a seething Langa with the palm of his hand.

Langa was nothing short of furious, and he was ready to tell Joe about this development to gang up on the little fucks that put a hand on Reki. And you know what? He'll do the same to that stranger! He'll make them have hell to pay, damn it, how dare they hurt his Reki.

But he couldn't express any of this right now, with Reki's hand on his mouth, so he (begrudgingly) let Reki continue.

"—but, it's fine! It's all in the past now. 'Sides, I kind of felt like I deserved it? I mean, I didn't actually deserve it—" he said, at the furious glare Langa sent to him, "it's just—well, it didn't compare to the people at S, y'know I—oops."

Reki flustered, detaching his palm from Langa's mouth to cover his own. Langa squashed the giddy feeling of that indirect kiss, and firmly, but with a gentleness Reki absolutely deserved, placed his hands on both of Reki's shoulders.

"What did 'the people of S' do, Reki?" Langa grounded out, tired of all of these people out to hurt Reki. Out of everyone he knew, Reki was the last one to deserve this much abuse.

Reki looked up at Langa, and knew he couldn't just lie his way out of not telling him. He looked down for a moment, simmering in guilt—of what?— and looked back up at Langa, setting his hands on his lap.

"They, uh. They would talk behind my back, and uhm, and talk about... How I'm just... A useless... Er," Reki struggled to find the words, and he felt tears sting at his eyes, and he looked up, not wanting them to fall. Langa felt guilty at making him relive these memories, but he needs to know exactly how he'll hurt these assholes.

Reki looked down, at his hands, and then at Langa, then he said, "they'd say that I'm no one... That I'm just... 'the guy who hangs around Snow'... Or just..." Reki bit his lip, "the one who's not Snow."

Langa was reminded of a meme, back from when he was still very much devoid of Reki and his kindness, talent, and all around amazing-ness. It was a dubbed line from an anime, wasn't it?

This is the first time in my life that I've been provoked to hit a woman.

Except they weren't a woman, in fact, they were the plethora of annoying assholes who made Reki feel worse than he already did.

Talk about kicking a guy while he was down.

"Names." Langa said, plain and simple.

"Huh?" Reki said, confused and flustered.

"I want their names, Reki."

"Langa, they were total strangers! Which makes it even more pathetic that their words got to me, honestly—"

"Don't blame yourself for them being stupid and blind." Langa said firmly, "you're amazing, Reki. Don't let them make you think otherwise."

At that, Reki smiled, and playfully punched Langa's shoulder, "thanks, Langa."

Before Reki could pull his hand away, Langa took it in both of his own, "I'm serious. You're so amazing Reki—"

Reki blushed, "th-thanks man, you're amazing too—"

"—you really don't understand, when you skate, you're the only thing I see—"

"—that's really enough!"

"—and you know exactly what I need, and you don't even have to try that hard to figure it out—"

"—is this even about skating anymore, Langa?"

"—and I think your headband is neat, but you look so cute without it, and your hair is a lot more fluffy—"

"Alright!" Reki squeaked out, just as the bell rang, signalling the end of the lunch period, "we'll talk about this later, we have to go back to school—er, class!" Flustered, Reki fixed his headband, and stomped his way back to the classroom.

Langa let out blissful laughter, and for now, he was satisfied with his work. He hoped it'd be enough for Reki to temporarily forget what those people did and said to him. Hoped it distracted Reki enough to not figure out that Langa was planning to find out everything with the rest of the gang, and would be punishing the ones who offended Reki accordingly.

He ran up to Reki, and offered his hand to the latter, whose cheeks were still flushed.

To his delight, Reki took his hand, and they walked down back to their classroom, hand in hand.

Later that evening, uncannily enough, Adam proposed an idea to the duo. A rematch, he had said, to redeem Reki of his loss in their last beef. There was an obvious, underlying malice, in his offer, though. Reki looked terrified, yet determined, but before he could agree, Langa had stepped in front of him, a chilling glower directed at Adam, who only smirked.

Langa had enough of people wanting to hurt Reki, and hated that smug face on Adam's features so much (it promised to hurt Reki to the point that he would be irreparable, and Langa was furious), that before Adam could even comment at Langa's protective stance, he had been punched in the face by the latter.

And, well, Joe seemed a bit inspired to do the same.

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A/N: haha i dont know how to make titles someone help

@andromeda612 @yunolik87

[carbonateddelusion]

okay so any of your ocs met a alternative version of themselves what would they do and how do they react?

[rustles my brain around for ideas]

off the top of my head, I know that Sane Jack and 80s Jack would absolutely fucking despise each other. like.. "if this bitch looks at me wrong I'll fucking strangle him". STRONG hatred. S.Jack sees 80s him as all of the worst parts of himself- nearly a carbon copy of his father, but somehow worse. 80s Jack would hate other-him for that same comparison, the fact that S.Jack still has his ma, and the fact that he "came out right". these two would fight to the death and that is not an exaggeration. granted, that's if they knew each other's backstories nd all. I think they'd get along swimmingly on a surface level.

M.Eddie and normal Edgar would ALSO fucking hate each other, but maybe a little less murderous-ly. they'd still totally kill each other. but it isn't AS bad as the Jacks. M.Eddie sees other-him as a complete failure and a waste of a bright mind; normal Edgar is jealous of how well M.Eddie's life is going, the fact that he was spared all this trauma, and the fact that he's everything he's "supposed" to be. calm, cool, calculating, wealthy, famous, successful. they wouldn't agree even at a surface level; M.Edgar's masking would come off as extremely cheap and insulting to Eddie and would immediately spark tension. learning that, hey, I was right, he's just faking it and for some fucking reason people believe him, would make him even more angry

I think.. animatronic Rae would envy furry Rae a lot because of her ability to live independently, see the outside world, and have a biological family. she can see the cities, the streets, eat food, have control over who she's around, not be locked into a singular job, etc. it'd make her feel VERY resentful. fur!Rae would feel nothing but pity and compassion for her robotic self. she'd try to help as much as possible, but robo-Rae would politely resist until she cracks and goes off on her

animatronic Red and furry Red, however, would get along VERY well. fur!Red would be a good shoulder to cry on for robo-Red. his flesh-and-blood counterpart would, like Rae, feel terrible for robo-Red and try to help as much as possible. there isn't much they can DO, but goddamnit Red would TRY

[addictofsupernatural]

Dating a Freak

Boaz Priestly x reader

Summary: You reminisce over the course of your amazing relationship.

Author Note: I'm so sorry this took long.

Requested by: @forest-rav3n

Word Count: 2445

The time spent with Priestly has been the best time of your life. Every day was amazing. It was filled with filled with laughter and love, and it was an adventure. It made you remember how you fell in love.

You first met when you applied for the job at Beach City Grill, with your novelty movie t-shirt and a bubbly attitude. "She's gotta pass the interview first." Piper said.

"I'm cool with that." You smiled.

"Okay then," Priestly then leaned on the counter. "Elvis. Dead or alive?"

"Easy, alive. Next question."

"You're hired." He said. You chuckled and looked at Trucker, who smiled and shrugged.

You then helped with cooking the meat, as well as baking cookies for the kids meals. Priestly would constantly make jokes to you, and you always laughed. Sometimes when he was doing one of his random debates with Trucker, you'd hype the both of them up, just to get a kick out of Priestly getting more excited and energized over whatever they were talking about.

Regulars loved you. You would always make extra cookies for the two old people who would come in, as well as the kid who came in weekly. He was an adult already, but was autistic. He looked uncomfortable when he first walked in since everybody was staring at him, so you couldn't help but smile at him and give him some cookies. He smiled back at you and would come back every Tuesday during lunch.

Sometimes guys would try to hit on you. You'd ask for their order and they'd try their best to get you to come with them after work. Usually your roll your eyes and say, "Tish, you have a customer."

Sometimes you'd just turn them down flat. Either way you handled them, it always put a smile to Priestly's face. Not that you knew.

But there was one day where Priestly wasn't at work yet, and these guys walked in. One of them tried to get you come home with him, and you told him that you weren't like that. He scoffed. "C'mon, you won't get this opportunity all the time. It's not like I'm asking for your face. You just happen to have a nice body."

You threw his order at him. "Just fucking pay and leave. Learn how to take a damn rejection."

He paid and stormed out with his friends. One of his friends stayed behind and told you, "He's right, y'know." and left.

You don't know why their words hit you so hard, but they did. What if they were right? "You alright angel?"

"Um, yeah, yeah," you said with a smile that you could barely muster up. "I just need some time alone for a bit."

You then sat in the storage room and silently cried. Priestly walked in and announced himself before asking where you were. They told him what happened and he rushed over to the storage room. He saw you on the floor, with your face in your hands. "Y/n." He kneeled down.

"Do you think I'm ugly?" Your voice was quiet, and your face was still buried in your hands.

He took away your hands from your face, and you looked up to see his worried face. "You shouldn't have to worry about artificial crap like that. You're awesome in everyway. Like the way you defend yourself from jackasses, or how you make extra cookies for the special needs kid that most people like to make fun of. What matters is that you're a pretty fucking amazing person."

You wiped your eyes and chuckled. "Thanks Priestly. You're always so good to me." You gave him a hug, which made him tense up for a up before relaxing and hugging you back.

"And to answer your question, no. I don't think you're ugly at all. You're actually think you're pretty hot." You giggled.

You then began to develop feelings for Priestly. Though you kept it to yourself, everybody else found out about it. Tish teased you about it and made comments on how it was a mystery that anyone could crush on someone as weird as him. Piper, Trucker, and Jen told you that you'd be good together and to go for it. Jen would make the occasional joke about Priestly. Zoe told you that she could sense the same feelings in Priestly as well. Though you were grateful for the support, you weren't confident in what he thought about you enough to do anything about your feelings.

Then there was the whole tampon run. You figured that he would need help and came with him. You kept making jokes when he was panicking on what to get. After you helped him pick one out, you went to grab different items while he stood in line.

You heard people making fun of him, and him retaliating with a speech about having a girlfriend and getting laid. You figured that it'd be the right thing to help him out, and although it was embarrassing for you, it was for Priestly.

You took out the hair tie in your hair, letting your hair fall down your shoulders. You tied your shirt up from the back into a crop top with the hair tie. You walked up to Priestly and gave him a long kiss on the lips. "Hey babe. Got everything?"

He looked at you with a shocked expression, but quickly recovered to get into character with you. "Yeah. I got your tampons for you."

"Aww, thanks babe. But you know I'm not on it anymore this month, right?" You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his neck.

"Hell yeah I do. Let's go home." He slapped a 20 on the counter.

"Whatever you say." You grabbed the bag of items and Priestly put and arm around your shoulder.

"Keep the change. Peace." He said before giving them the peace sign that turned into flipping them off. Once you got out of the store the both of you started laughing together. "Well now, we got ourselves an actress."

"It isn't really hard to act that way with you." You said absentmindedly, instantly regretting it. His facial expression changed a bit, and you looked down in embarrassment. Of course he'd feel weird about that. How could he even like you like that? "Um, anyways, we should head back to the grill."

As you and Priestly cleaned up that night, he tapped your shoulder gently from behind. You turned around looked up to the tall nervous looking man standing in front of you. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to ask you something important. Just, y'know, don't laugh or anything." You smiled and nodded for him to continue. "Would you, like to, accompany me on a date tonight?" He asked slowly.

"A date?" You asked. He nodded, and your lips went into a wide grin. Holy crap, Zoe was actually a witch, and you loved her for it. "I'd love to."

"Really?" He asked, smiling.

You giggled and nodded, wrapping your arms around him. "Can you give me a ride home so I can get ready?"

He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "So lazy." He then walked outside and held the door open for you. Once you got to your house, he put his hand over you before you could leave the car. "Wear something nice."

"Like what, my cleanest hoodie?" You teased.

"As much as I'd love to see the hoodie I got you for your birthday, nah. I mean dressing like you're going to a fancy place." You nodded and kissed his cheek, walking up to your apartment number.

You put on a white long sleeved shirt and a flowy peach mini skirt. You'd never really had a reason to put this on before, but wearing it made you feel nervous on what Priestly would think of the outfit. What would he be wearing? Maybe his quilt, and the two of you would both have shirts on. Maybe he did his hair in a different style. All you knew was that you couldn't wait for him to come.

About an hour later you heard a knock at the door and excitedly ran to it. You answered it, and wasn't ready for what you saw. All of Priestly's piercings were out, and the hair color was washed off. He was wearing a nice black blazer with a light blue button up. He looked shy. "Holy shit." You laughed out.

"Would you care to accompany me on this date Miss y/l/n?" He offered his arm.

You hooked your arm into his. "Of course." He smiled and looked down. "You look very nice, by the way."

"You look gorgeous." He opened the car door for you. You smiled at him and gave his cheek a kiss before going in the car.

"You cleaned the car." You looked around.

He shrugged and smiled. "I cleaned the car."

He took you to a nice restaurant, where the two of you talked about anything and everything. Though Priestly tried to remain a civilized gentleman, his true unfiltered jokester self was shining through, and you thought it was the cutest thing ever. Afterwards the you two walked together along the beach, where he put his blazer over your shoulders and listened to you ramble on.

He then took you home and kissed your cheek. "Aren't you just adorable tonight?" You teased.

"Well, do you like me better like this?" He had a nervous smile.

You chuckled and shook your head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Just because you dressed differently doesn't make you a different person. You're still my Priestly that always puts a smile on my face."

"Your Priestly?" His face was now covered with a wide grin.

"Well, as long as I can be your y/n." He went in for a passionate kiss. Once you pulled back for breath, you asked. "Do you wanna come in?" His facial expression changed to nervous again. "Not for that reason, dumbass. I just don't want this date to be over. I made brownies the other day." He smiled and came in.

You woke up leaning on Priestly as a pillow with the TV still on. You checked the time and saw that your shifts start in ten minutes. In a panic, you shook Priestly awake and told him about the time, hurriedly brushing your teeth and putting on your shoes. "You don't have to worry. I'm always late." He said groggily from the couch.

"Okay, just cause you're cute when your sleepy, doesn't mean we don't still gotta go to work." You said.

"Wait, I have to put on my hair color and get ready."

"Then let's go to your place real quick." You handed him his shoes and pushed him out of the apartment.

As you were driving to his house, he said, "You fell asleep on me." You turned to see his adorable smile.

"You wouldn't let me leave your arms." You smiled back.

"And you're still wearing your clothes from last night."

You looked down, still in the skirt and shirt. "Crap. Can I borrow a shirt?"

"That'd be pretty hot." You both later came in together. Priestly was wearing one of his regular outfits, and you were wearing his Tip me or DIE shirt tucked in under your skirt and a flannel. "We're here!"

Everybody stared at you while you walked behind the counter. "It's not what it looks like." You said before you went into the storage room, with the other three girls excitedly running after you.

After that you two were unbreakable. He would always make sure you were feeling loved, from a simple squeeze on your arm to a passionate kiss. And most of all, he just couldn't help but praise you.

He would try his best to make romantic dates and be a gentleman, but sometimes it was too easy to provoke his playful side. At times he would take you on regular dates, like the movies or a carnival. You would take him on dates as well, from picnics to watching one of his favorite rock bands.

You were the first one to say that you love him. You knew that he was shy when it came to his feelings, so you were okay with saying it first.

It came naturally. The two of you had waited for a while to have sex. It had to be perfect, and he didn't want you to think of your first time with him as a cheap hook up. He wanted it to mean something.

That's why when he took you to a fancy restaurant, and had a walk in the park with Priestly and you acting like children and hopping on the big stones by the walkway. He then took you back to his apartment, where the two of made love.

When you woke up the next morning, you felt him kiss the top of your head before getting off the bed. He told you that he would make you some eggs, and you rolled onto your stomach. You smiled. That's when you said it. "I love you."

He stopped in his tracks, and ran over to the bed, kneeling down. "What?!"

"I love you." You bit your lip to hold in your laugh. You knew he felt the same way, and watching his innocent looking face was almost too adorable. "Do you have something to tell me?" You joked.

He gave you the biggest smile before excitingly jumping onto the bed and smothering you with kisses. "I love you too!" He laughed out between kisses.

After a few months of bliss, Priestly had a plan. He had a plan to watch your favorite movies, to cook you dinner, and to have you feel special. He had a plan, which was in a little black box on his top drawer at home. He had a plan to ask you a question, so you two could go on amazing dates forever.