#I’ve never had a cuddly pet before this is the BEST I can’t believe I get to be with her for years and years to come I’m so excited

[bethesdaglitch]

man I don’t know why people say cats aren’t affectionate. Like I realize this is my first cat and cats (like everyone) all have their own personalities and no two are the same etc etc but Reese is sososo snuggly and affectionate and warm she wants to be on my lap 24/7 and she loves to rub her head against mine and give me kisses and she loves being pet and scritched and she greets me excitedly every time I come home and she loves me and I love her

I mean I never really believed the whole “cats will ignore you except for food” thing but I was totally unprepared for how loving she is. She’s more affectionate than any dog I’ve ever owned

[aquanova99]

Vladimir Soft Alphabet

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A/N: please I beg of you next time ask for a volturi member please

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A= Affection (how do they show affection)

Grand gestures not in the he listened to what you wanted but more in a look/don’t worry darling, I will give you everything you need. He will di his best to get you anything you ask for but he tries to guess everything before you actually need it. Not the physically affectionate type unless you are having some extracurricular studies after hours.

B= Beautiful (what is their pet name for you)

Darling or my dear just simply. He would probably hope you learn Romanian so he can talk to you and express more.

C= Cuddles (Are they a cuddly person?)

No. He is absolutely not a cuddly person. If you need him you have to be the one to say something. I could see him literally freezing if you have a big emotional moment kinda like…

That energy. I think later on (way later) and depending on the kind of breakdown he might just pull you into him. Won’t say anything but will hold you until you calm down.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? What kind of future do they want)

I would like to take this moment to remind everyone that you all asked for this. This is on you. No, they have to be ready to overthrow the volturi duh. They are always on the run and I don’t think that will stop anytime soon. Stefan he might try and figure out a way to stop running maybe reach out to the volturi on his own. But Vladimir is more fueled by revenge than his counterpart (and no I’m not doing Stefan btw). Once he’s all in he will work at not doing anything to upset the volturi, it isn’t worth losing his mate.

E= End (How would they break up with their partners if they had to? What would make them do that in the first place?)

I see him, while being unknowingly dismissive, as very possessive. So I feel like you need to be able to deal with only really having him and Stefan to talk to. If not he wouldn’t even pursue anything. Also you have to be a volturi hater, it’s what you signed up for. If you even seem close to disagreeing with them being evil he is going to throw a fit. Or if he finds out you had once been for the volturi and still agree with their mission….if it’s early in the relationship that’s as far as it will get.

F= Fear (Whats something that terrifies them)/ Fiance (How would they propose)

He will never admit but he’s terrified of actually falling in love with someone. I’ve said this before but I firmly believe that if the Romanians reign was as ‘terrifying’ as they say then they probably had a mate more of this human made it. They all claimed the ones that were worth but not necessarily out of love. His anger is fueled at the downfall of his rule. When the volturi killed his mate it just gave him more fuel, he cared about her sure but wasn’t in love. When he meets you it terrifies him that there’s someone he can’t actually live without, not platonically. His fear would turn into overprotectiveness

He’s not proposing. You are together in his mind why is there a mess for anything extra. No it doesn’t matter if you want one there’s no need to gather any unwanted attention from enemies (they really believe the volturi care) sorry no proposing. You might get a ring as a gift but it doesn’t come with that implication. Doesn’t mean you guys aren’t exclusive or anything it’s just something trivial humans and he’s not interested. He will rip anyone head off for liking at you funny or suggesting otherwise about you two

G= Gentle (How gentle are they emotionally, physically?)

*sighs* Trying not to sound like a bitch here but I can’t help my vision of him. He’s very straightforward emotionally so he definitely is not gentle. He’s the type to see someone cry and just ask ‘why would blank make you cry that’s ridiculous’ he’s not trying to be rude he is just painfully unaware. Stefan would need to have a mate for him to make comments to do you can teach him because if it’s just you, we’ll you won’t be able to teach when you’re upset and Stephan is not meddling. If he makes you upset he will try and fix it but again he will just ask how he can fix it. He doesn’t think he does much wrong.

Same for the physicality of it all. He needs to be taught your love language because he is going to assume only touching you every here and there is enough. And for sleepovers it’s all hard, rough and intense. It’s still not often you have to finish afterwards he will help with that too, in fact I would say that’s when hes the gentlest. When your both laying naked together, you on his chest and he allows himself to be a bit more vulnerable at the moment.

H= Hugs (Are they a hugger? What do their hugs feel like? How much do they like to hug?)

Has trouble computing hugs. I would say if you guys get separated and he thinks you are dead for whatever reason and a while later you are able to come back. He’s hugging. I mean he’s going to insult you for scaring him at first but then he’s going to hug you and not let go for awhile. Yeah I would say hugs are for very serious situations only.

I= I love you (how soon did they know they were in love? How long did it take to say the words?)

Takes him forever and then some prodding from Stefan telling him he’s being an idiot and what he feels is actual love. He’s been checking up on you when he can and claims he just so happens to run into you or them depending on who he’s talking to. Takes even longer to admit he loves you. I hope you have a lot of patience for him because he’s got stuff to work through that he’s spent centuries ignoring

J= Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? Do they try and make you jealous)

Yes and no. He’s got tunnel vision so he doesn’t realize that sometimes he isn’t paying attention to you, but if on the occasion where he was checking and he saw someone talk to you in a too nice of a way he would be fumingggg. And that’s whether you encouraged outside flirting or not. If he found you when you were human there’s a chance some of the people flirting mysteriously disappeared. On the other hand while he would think it’s cute if you got jealous he is not going to purposely try and do so.

K= Kisses (what do their kisses feel like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Okay this is where I had to go back to my other head cannons because I seriously mix these two up. Anyway like I said before he doesn’t kiss you on the lips unless you’re in private quarters. Then his kisses are desperate and hungry, it’s honestly what gives away how much he depends on you because you’re like a drug to him. He loves to cradle your face and take in every inch of you before he begins to kiss you. It gets hot and heavy pretty quickly. He has gotten into the habit of kissing you on the cheek or temple whenever he walks into a room your in.

L= Littles (Do they want kids? What are they like around kids? How many?)

No. Nope. Not a chance. What is that? Why is it so little? Why does it make so much noise?

If someone were to hand him a child he would hold his arms out to carry them from a distance. Just doesn’t really care for kids and would rather keep his distance.

M= Mornings Memory

Gee I wonder what his strongest memory would be? Oh right. It’s losing his coven to the volturi. Easily he remembers everyone being confident that the fight would be simple, no one had ever really dealt with gifted vampires in battle. He remembers how his confidence turned into shock as his brothers fell down around him. Shock turned into fear as he grabbed a mourning Stefan and his old mate and began to flee. It then turned into anger as he dealt with the grief of losing his family members. Embarrassment as they became a lesson for others to not step out of line.

When he retells the story he leaves out the parts where he too had fled. He hates his cowardice at the moment, him and Stefan have a silent agreement on how to describe what happened that night. When they tried in vain to reinstate themselves as the higher ruling vampires it pains him to think about his old mate being a casualty of his and Stephan’s decisions, even if he hadn’t been in love there was still a connection they had shared, he often thinks of ways he could have changed the past

N= Nights Newborn

His newborn year was relatively simple. Humans were enslaved to be eaten he did not need to go hungry. He had been lucky that the original founder of the Romanian coven hadn’t devoured him as a meal and his sense of humor and battle ability allowed him to rule in the coven with the others.

O= Open up (When do they feel comfortable enough to open up? Is it all at once or painfully slow? Do you have to dig?)

I’m sure it’s no surprise that it takes a lot of work to get Vladimir to open up. Will he tell you the same story about the volturi he’s told to everyone yes, immediately. But ask him how he specifically felt about losing his family or mate and he’s going to try and change the subject or try and say he was just angry and it’s why he is waiting to overtake the volturi. Ask him what he would do if he accomplishes that and he’s going to realize he has no idea. He doesn’t like these questions move on. You have to be just as stubborn to press for answers and it’s going to be a lot of therapy ‘how did that make you feel’ questions. He needs someone to make him work through everything and honestly it’s going to take a long ass time. When he does admit to it though, he’s going to end up lashing out and throwing things and will need you to hug him and not let him keep avoiding how he feels . He’s going to eventually drop to his knees with silent sobs and you’ll have to just hold him until he’s ready to lay down.

P= Patience (Are they quick to anger? How do they calm down?)

Yep. He’s quick to get set off by any inconvenience sometimes it’s directed at you. But if you tell him you won’t allow him to talk to you like that he will try and apologize (the best he can anyway it’s not his strength)

Time is really all he needs to relax. If it is something small he would probably just need like ten minutes. If he’s mad at you or the way you reacted to his tantrums then he will probably take a few hours before he finds you and wraps his arms behind you to apologize. That is his way of apologizing for the most part because he hates saying the words

Q= Quiet/Quizzes(What do they like to do when they have time to be alone? What fun things do they remember about you? Do they remember everything?)

I actually think that Vladimir doesn’t enjoy being alone, no matter how much he will deny it and would rather hang out with someone. He lets his thought a get the best of him so he would rather not. If he does have to be alone for some reason he will busy himself with background noise and a task to keep him occupied. You once came home to what was probably the worlds tallest and most intricate house of cards. You had barely taken a picture when he knocked it down and began talking your ear off. All but dragging you to the room so he could feel connected with someone. You had to stop him before he took off both of your clothes and tell him it’s okay if you two just laying to tether. He rolls his eyes but is secretly grateful he can just hold you for awhile.

Obviously all vampires have perfect recall but his favorite memory of you is how you first came across them. He remembers thinking you were too nice and you should be more careful with who you talk to. He also remembers wanting to know more. He likes to go back to when you stood up for yourself when he was being too demanding. He liked that as nice as you were you weren’t a pushover and held your ground on how you should be treated. It’s one of his memories he doesn’t mind going over a million times.

R= Recovery (How you take of them and vice versa after a battle?)

Again hard to be damaged as a vampire so I’ll the two of you were separated during a battle they had been outnumbered in. Except this time he wasn’t going to leave without you no matter how much of a beating he was taking. You somehow make it out of the wreckage and once you are all a safe distance he just pulls you to him. Whispering ‘you’re okay’ both to you and to himself. He isn’t going to admit he’s hurting because of his ego so you’re going to have say you need a bath or something just so you can see the damage and help clean him up. Because he will be too stubborn otherwise.

S= Safety/Solution (How protective are they? How do they solve problems)

Very overprotective. Very very very overprotective. You guys are going to continue to be on the run for awhile after you get together. So he tries to make sure you’ve either got him or Stefan going with you if you need a bodyguard. Which you don’t but he won’t hear otherwise.

He’s not great with solutions. They are more ultimatums. So if you need some more freedoms because he is literally trying to control everything. He will jump to you guys just separating instead of coming to a middle ground. You are going to have to decide to call his bluff or try to explain that there’s a third option.

T= Try/ Touch (How much effort do they put in? When they need or want your touch what do they do? How often do they do this?)

He puts on an act as if he can’t be bothered to care but he does listen to things you like and he will go out of his way to deliver. Just on his on terms to make it more of a surprise that was listening.

He needs touch more often then he lets on. So coming up behind him if he was sitting and putting your hands on his shoulders and leaving a peck on the top of his head makes him melt. He just won’t admit to it, but if you try and walk away his hand will fly up to tug yours and ask you to stay.

U= Ugly Side (What a pet peeve of yours they have? Bad habits?)

He is very possessive and controlling and while you maybe able to make him budge on some instances more often than not he isn’t going to change his mind.

V= Vanity (Do they concern themselves over how they look?)

Yes. He enjoys dressing up powerfully and somewhat regally. He is careful to preserve the clothes he likes to wear. He isn’t vain he just cares for his appearance

W= Whole (What makes them feel complete?)

He enjoys not having his mind constantly being up painful memories. And the only time that happens is when you are laying next to him and he has his arm around you. He likes pulling you in close and being glad you’re his. I don’t think he will ever feel whole though, while his coven was put together for power they were his family and most of them are gone. It’s a piece of him that won’t ever be replaced

Y= Yuck (What do they not like in a partner?)

A volturi apologist. They are the villains end of story. I would also say someone too independent, if you refuse to do certain things to be extra cautious he’s going to get upset.

Z= Zzzzz (How do they sleep? Sleeping Habits?)

I’m not gonna lie I see him and his partner being the type to having to have sex with eachother before being able to end the day. He loves feeling your body rest on him afterwards and hold you close as you relax before the next day begins.

[griffintail]

Can I get Wilbur, Philza, Technoblade, and Awesamdude (separately) dealing with a giggly, happily drunk reader, who is very nice to everyone but immediately goes into “I love youuuu, let me stay with you foreverrrrrrrr” cuddly lovesick puppy mode and proceeds to latch onto them for the rest of the night.

I hope you enjoy this! ♥

In Game and Female Reader

Warnings: Implied underage drinking(?)

A/N: I wanted to do like ten different things with these that would have been tooo long and strayed too far off path and then when I did have something I hated it. So, long story short, I had trouble writing it. Sorry it took so long! I’ve also never watched Sam I’m only just getting to the livestreams he was in with Tommy, I hope his character is good.

        Wilbur

        It had been a celebration of the freedom of L’Manberg.

        Naturally, the men and their lady of the hour wanted to go all out and finally have fun after all the war and bloodshed. There were some things they wanted to forget as well, such as the betrayal of one of their own. For once, Wilbur didn’t join in with the drinking that had started, simply just wanting to rest till what felt like the end of time after everything.

        Luckily, he hadn’t as now as he chuckled at (Y/N) rambling on about how adorable sheep were as they sat on the ground.

        “I mean, we can make them different colors, and they just don’t give a fuck. And their little faces.” She put her hands close together. “I want a pet sheep Wilbur.”

        He laughed as he stood up. “I think it’s time we got you to bed love.”

        “What? No, the party is so much fun.” She motioned with a smile at the men away from them, doubled over in laughter.

        He took her hand, pulling her up carefully. “But I believe you’ve had too much to drink. Your face is red, so let’s get you home.”

        She was quiet before grabbing his hand again, smiling. “Ok.”

        “Good. Make sure you get some sleep tonight boys, we got work to do.”

        He got a few responses between their laughter, shaking his head before he led (Y/N) away through the cool night. Her house had resided outside the L’Manberg walls but Dream and his friends took care of that. So, instead, Wilbur led her to the van, deciding to let her stay there for the night.

        “Alright love. You’re going to stay here tonight?”

        “I like it when you say, love.” She giggled. “It makes me feel all fuzzy.”

        He blushed slightly as he chuckled. “I’m sure it’s just all the drinks you had. Now, you get comfortable and I’ll…”

        He let go of her hand, only to jump as she latched onto his arm.

        “No.” She whined. “Stay here.”

        “What are you doing (Y/N)?” He asked confused.

        “I don’t want you to go. I love you. And you’re so warm.” She huffed, putting her forehead against his arm as she held out a few of her words.

        Wilbur was red as he watched the woman beside him.

        “(Y/N), you shouldn’t say those things. Come on, let’s get your uniform off.” He told her gently as he took his arm back from her only for her to hug him around the middle instead, making him laugh in surprise. “(Y/N)!”

        “Don’t go.” She spoke muffled into his chest. “Stay forever.”

        He softened as he took her hat off, putting it down on a chest as he ran a hand through her hair. “I’m not going anywhere darling. I’m just trying to make you comfortable. So, can we please get your uniform off?”

        She pouted but let go, letting him help her take her jacket and accessories off. Plopping on the bed, she struggled but managed to get her shoes off as Wilbur laid down her uniform next to her hat.

        “Alright, you need to get some rest ok? I’m going to go sleep in the front.” He explained to her, going for the door but she took his sleeve.

        “Stay with me. You’re so warm and you give the best hugs and I love you.” She rambled.

        Wilbur went red again as he looked at the door. He didn’t want to just stay here with her while she was drunk, probably unable to remember any of this in the morning, but she was stubborn even drunk. There was a voice in the back of his head telling him she would most certainly just follow him. So, with a sigh, he sat on the bed next to her.

        “Alright, but you have to sleep.”

        She grinned as Wilbur leaned back against the headboard. Coming over, she hugged him as she put her head on her chest, half on him as she hummed.

        “Good night Mr. President.” She giggled as Wilbur put a hand on her back.

        “Good night darling.” He muttered, running his other hand through her hair.

        It took a few minutes but she fell asleep on him and he was red as he watched her. It did feel warm like this and felt so right and comfortable. Maybe in the morning, after he explained the situation that they were in, he’d finally tell her how he felt to celebrate their victory further. He wasn’t getting any sleep tonight.

          Philza

        Phil had been with (Y/N) for a long time, dating what felt like even longer. They had been on many travels together and seen the same amount of shit in their lifetime. Naturally, that called for a drink or two.

        In the end, it was always Phil that could his liquor better than his girlfriend and he would usually just have a good laugh at her antics. She was very giggly and thought almost everything was hilarious and this time was no different.

        “And, and he just fell. And I felt so bad for laughing but I did.” She giggled as she leaned on the table, Phil giving an amused chuckle.

        She went to take another drink, but Phil took it from her. “I think that’s all for you tonight sweetheart.”

        “You’re so good for me Phil.” She hummed, resting her arm on the table before putting her head in her hand. “Always making sure I’m ok.”

        “Well, you help take care of me too.” He reminded her as he got up, starting to clean.

        “Yeah, but you’re so much better at it. You’re so good at fighting and stuff. You also look good fighting.”

        He laughed at that as he came back over to her. “Do I now?”

        “Mhm. And-And your hair is so soft and your eyes are really pretty.”

        “Yeah, I think it’s time for you to go to bed. Come on.” He helped her up.

        As he did, she latched onto him and he knew what phase she was in her drunkenness, the clingy phase.

        “You’re going to come with me, right?” She pouted up at him as she nuzzled into him.

        “Of course.” He chuckled, putting a hand on top of her head.

        “Good, because I love you. Just don’t tell Techno, he thinks it's gross.”

        He put a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter, nearly doubling over. “I won’t…God, I won’t. Holy shit.”

        “Phil, you’re supposed to say it back.” She whispered as he led her to their bedroom once he could breathe right.

        “I’m sorry sweetheart, I love you too.” He kissed her forehead, making the woman giggle in joy.

        “Philza Craft loves me.” She squealed as she hugged onto him tightly.

        “Yes, yes.” He nodded, chuckling quietly as he managed to unlatch her from him to get her into bed.

        He made sure she dressed comfortably before they started drinking, knowing that this is where it would lead. Before she could protest, he got in beside her and pulled her in, hugging her close as he let his wings unfurl and laid one on top of them. She grinned, nuzzling into his chest, acting as if they didn’t do this all the time.

        “You’re-You’re the best.” She muttered.

        “Thank you, now sleep, angel.”

        “You’re the only angel here. Good night.” She hummed.

        “Good night.”

        With that, the two were able to sleep easily into the night.

          Technoblade

        Just a couple glasses of wine, it will be fine, they said.

        Now Techno didn’t know how the hell to deal with his best friend.

        (Y/N) and a few of the others in Pogtopia had decided to have a few rounds of drinks, Techno deciding to opt-out of it as they made it into a party and he just wasn’t that into parties. Yet, now, here he stood as his best friend was giggling like an idiot at Wilbur’s stupid joke. He didn’t know how easy his friend got drunk but here was the proof.

        Techno was trying to think of a way to get her away from the group without her putting up a fight when Tommy came over to her.

        “Hey (Y/N), you know those diamonds you got the other day,” Tommy asked her, making Techno squint as he listened.

        “Oh yeah!” She nodded with a wide smile.

        “Want to know what would be cool? If I could have them.”

        There was no way…

        “Sure!”

        That’s it.

        “Tommy, are you really trying to scam your ally while she’s drunk?” Techno came over, arms crossed.

        Tommy paled as he quickly waved his hands. “No! No! Why would you think that! I’m just going…I hear Tubbo calling for me!”

        The younger boy scampered off as Techno looked at (Y/N), seeing her pout at him.

        “That was mean Techno.”

        “He was trying to steal from you (Y/N), you’ll understand in the morning.” Techno rolled his eyes.

        “Tommy wouldn’t do that. I’m going to apologize to him for you.” She huffed, but Techno grabbed her arm.

        “Nuh-uh.” He shook his head as he pulled her back in front of him. “You’re not going anywhere; you’re staying here with me so I can make sure you don’t do something you’ll regret in the morning.”

        Then the girl smiled, giggling again. “You always look out for me Techno.”

        He was sent through a loop by her sudden change in emotions but merely shook his head. “Because I have to. You’d be dead without me.”

        That wasn’t true. While his friend was one of the nicest people he met, you mess with her and she became a whole new person that could hold her own with ease.

        “E-Exactly.” She hummed, hugging onto his arm, making him stiffen. “You’re so great Techno.”

        “Yeah, I know.” He tried to brush the emotions he felt off as he decided to make use of her holding onto him to lead her away.

        “I hope you never leave Techno.”

        “I can’t ever leave you.” He muttered truthfully.

        “You’re really good at keeping secrets, right?” She asked as he brought her into her room in the cavern.

        “I’d say so, yeah.” He nodded.

        “I’m going to tell you a big secret. You can’t tell Technoblade.” She said and he opened his mouth to say he was in fact that same person but she spoke first. “I love Technoblade. He’s just so cool and nice and I love him.”

        Techno.exe has stopped working.

        Techno tried to remember where he was and what he was doing. It took a few tries but he finally got his mind working.

        “Heh?!” He looked at her in shock.

        “Shh, he can’t know Techno.” She giggled.

        “…I don’t what the hell I’m going to do with you.” He mumbled, taking off his mask to run a hand down his face.

        “You’re going to keep it a secret right?” She pouted at him.

        “Yeah, now you need to go to bed. Like, right now.” He decided, taking his arm from her and turning for the door only for two arms to wrap around him from behind.

        “No! You promised you wouldn’t leave.”

        “I’m not leaving you idiot; I’m going to my room and letting you sleep yours.”

        “Please don’t go Techno. I always sleep better when I know you’re close by.”

        He didn’t know what to do. What were you supposed to do when your best friend you liked told you while they were drunk that they liked you back thinking you weren’t the same person?! His mind was fried and he didn’t have any ideas of how to get her to relent, so instead, he did.

        Sighing, he took his arms off him so he could turn around. “Alright, come on. Get comfortable.”

        She grinned before going over to her bed. After only taking a jacket and her shoes off, she got comfortable and he gave a long sigh before sitting beside her. As soon as he did, she put her head in his lap, humming with that dorky smile.

        “Go to sleep. I’ll be here.” He promised as he ran a hand through her hair.

        “Thank you. Good night Techno.” She muttered.

        He didn’t say anything as she fell asleep. Yeah, he didn’t know what the hell he was going to deal with this in the morning, but he supposed he should just enjoy this moment.

        Awesamdude

        “Fuck!” (Y/N) shouted across the room where the Badlanders were spending the night.

        “Language!” Bad shouted at her.

        She giggled with Ant, Sam chuckling as he watched the two. It was just a simple party, nothing to celebrate just a moment between friends with a few drinks sent around. Sam had participated in some of the events but had stayed out of most of it, deciding instead to watch his friend as she had a generous number of drinks.

        “I’m sorry Bad! I didn’t mean it!” (Y/N) called to him.

        “You should do it again though.” Ant tried to convince her.

        “No, I don’t want to be mean to Bad.” She laughed, going to have another drink.

        “I think that’s enough for now.” Sam intervened, taking the drink carefully from her hand.

        “Aww.” She pouted. “Ok. Thank you, Sam.”

        He nodded as he put it down. “Good. You can still have fun, just nothing more to drink.”

        “Alright. I can do that Sam. Have some fun with us?”

        “Sure.” He agreed.

        He didn’t do much with the group, however, mostly just sticking by the young woman’s side, though he didn’t have much choice in the matter. He had already planned on keeping an eye on her as he did know how easily tricked, she was into doing what others wanted, such as shouting fuck across the room, as they had been friends for a while; but this time was different. Usually, it was a fight to get her to stay by his side but this time, she refuses to leave his side.

        The creeper-hybrid was genuinely surprised as she followed him where ever he went.

        “Normally you want to be with everyone else, what’s new today?” He raised an eyebrow.

        “I just want to stay with you forever!” She grinned as she took his hand. “That would be nice wouldn’t it?”

        He looked at her surprised as he nodded slowly. “Yeah, that would be. But, why do you want to?”

        “Because I love you silly.” She said as it was the simplest thing.

        “I uh…” His smile grew as he processed her words. “Really?”

        “Duh.”

        He didn’t mean it to go to his head as his friend was drunk but it did.

        “What about me do you, love?”

        “You’re super smart and you’re really good at fighting.” She started to list and he laughed.

        “Alright, alright. No need for all that. Maybe we should get you home. I think you had more drinks than I realized.” He scratched the back of his head.

        “Aw, ok.” She gave a pout before he led her away and to her home.

        He took out her hidden spare key she had told him about and unlocked the door as he went inside.

        “Ok, home safe and sound. You get some sleep alright? I’ll see you in…”

        “No.” She whined as she grabbed his arm. “You said it’d be nice to stay forever so please Sam. Stay.”

        “No, I think it’s smarter if I leave so you’re not confused in the morning.”

        “I don’t care. Please, Sam. Stay.” She pouted at him and he felt his heart race slightly before humming.

        “Yeah, ok. Just to make sure you’re alright.” He nodded. “I’ll stay in the living room.”

        “No, come with me. It’s cold and you’re warm.” She said, making him blush.

        “I uh…Hey, slow down.” Sam protested as she dragged him along by his hand. “(Y/N).”

        She pulled him into her room and sat on her bed, giving him a puppy dog eyed face. His heart melted as he tried to stay strong but sighed.

        “Ok, but if you kill me in the morning, I’m haunting your ass.”

        She grinned, throwing up her arms. “Yeah.”

        “Ok, ok, come on. Let’s get comfortable.”

        The two of them shed the unnecessary layers and laid in bed. (Y/N) cuddled into Sam’s side and he put his arm around her back, gently running a hand along her side. Before another word was breathed, (Y/N) was asleep and Sam chuckled lightly.

        “Good night, I hope you say the same thing tomorrow.” He muttered before sleeping himself for the night.

[barnesbabee]

Poker Face || K.Y

Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

⚠ gambling, spanking, degrading ⚠

ᴀᴛᴇᴇᴢ x ʟᴀᴅʏ ɢᴀɢᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇᴘᴛ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ || ᴘ2

ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴘᴏᴋᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴠ

  Everything was a game to him.

  Every hand of cards, every dollar, every touch, every kiss.

  Everything meant the same.

  You watched from the corner of the club as the round, green piece danced between Yeosang’s fingers.

  His tie was undone, hair messy from the number of times he’d run his hand through it and he most probably smelled like smoke, from the way he was puffing out cigarette after cigarette.

  All the men continuously bet chips. Poor men… They didn’t know what they were getting into…

   Yeosang didn’t just play with anybody. When he was starting to struggle with money, he would scan the clubs and bars for a couple of days, taking mental notes of the most flawed players, so he could make sure that he would win. Yeosang was a smart man, he exploited these games (in which he was proficient) for his own gain.

   You rolled your eyes as the slutty, barely-dressed waitress bat her eyelashes at him while asking if he wanted a refill. Too focused on his game, Yeosang just waved her off, making you grin.

   Yeosang barely ever had a poker face, he always had a smug grin plastered on during the whole game, no matter what he was playing. Maybe that was his poker face… 

   Some of the older players around the table scoffed at the young man, thinking that he knew nothing about the game, that he was a poor player for pulling off that expression and not taking the endeavour seriously.

   You started to get bored of looking at the walls, and you started wondering how much longer you’d have to be there for, but then he did it, he did the grin. A completely different grin, that always announced his victory.

   The whole table watched as the final two players bet all in. 

   “Sorry kid,” the old male, with a long, grey bear said as he exposed his cards on the table “maybe you should play some more amateur games before playing the big games.”

   The five cards rested on the green, carpeted table showing a Straight Flush.

    Yeosang’s eyes were glued to his cards, while his tongue played with his top teeth. His head rested on his fist. He chuckled, earning a weird, confused look from his opponent.

   He said nothing, he simply displayed his Royal Flush on the table and collected all of his chips. 

  Yeosang always walked out victorious, no matter what. If the opponents cheated, he cheated back. He yearned for cheating opponents ‘cause it was just so much more fun to cheat.

   He was banned from some casinos, mainly for counting cards, but not only. 

   The man looked at you, signaling with his head that it was time to leave. You followed after him, but not before shooting the skimpy waitress a nasty look. 

   Yeosang was never an apologist of public displays of affection, so you were left to watch cuddly couples holding hands and walking close to each other while you and Yeosang maintained your distance. Sometimes you’d brush your hand past his, in an attempt of initiating some sort of contact, but he would always pull back or shove his hand in the pockets of his suit pants.

   You lowered your head as you two walked in silence towards his apartment, however you didn’t miss the way he looked a girl from her head to her toes after she winked at him. Your face fell and you sighed… It wasn’t outside of his character to do this, he loved power. He loved to feel like he had control over everything.

    He felt your mood shift the second you two stepped into the living room of his home.

   Yeosang walked behind you, until his chest was pressed against your back. His large hands caressed your arms.

    “Baby, what’s wrong?”

    His deep voice by your ear made you shiver slightly, and the small hairs on the back of your neck all stood. 

    You wriggled yourself away from his hold and turned around to face him.

    “What am I to you?”

    The question had come out more blunt and emotionless than you had intended. Yeosang furrowed his brows.

    “Y/N, what do you mean?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

   You didn’t move, but your eyes didn’t become less threatening either.

   “Exactly what I said. Kang Yeosang, what is this!?” You questioned again, motioning between the two of you with your index finger.

    Yeosang had insisted on not labeling whatever the two of you had, ‘for the sake of the relationship’, he claimed. In the first year it was fun, you didn’t mind. You had the company of the man you loved, he was MIA a lot of the time, and sometimes the collars of his shirts would have pink lipstick stains, but you overlooked that as he handed you all types of gifts and apologized for his distance.

    However, the beauty of the relationship washed away not long after, when your friends started to have kids, when your friends started to get married, and yet Yeosanng wouldn’t even allow himself to be your plus one for the weddings, claiming that it would ‘subconsciously plant an unnecessary label that you two had already waived’.

    “Y/N we have already discussed this we-”

    “No, you discussed it. You had in mind your best interest when you told me what we were. We didn’t discuss shit.”

    “So what? What has been wrong? Haven’t we been alright? Are you missing something!?”

    You looked at him, incredulous at how he couldn’t see the issue.

    “A boyfriend is what I’m missing. If I wanted a friend with benefits I would have told you so. But I made it clear from day one that I had feelings for you.”

    “I still don’t understand the issue Y/N. I treat you to dinner, I buy you gifts, I fuck you. Isn’t that what couples do?”

   The fact that a man this smart was somehow missing the whole point you were trying to make was driving you mad. You gripped him by his collar and pushed him against the wall violently. His back collided against the concrete, making a loud ‘thud’ noise.

    “Couples don’t fucking flirt with other people, couples don’t cheat, couples don’t make their significant other stand away from them on the street, couples make each other feel loved you huge sack of shit!”

    It pissed you off. The way you were breaking down in distress in front of him yet the calmness never left his face pissed you off.

   He sighed, slowly removed your hands from his collar, and pet your head. He kissed away the salty tears flowing down your cheeks.

    “Y/N, you know I’m yours, you know what I feel for you…”

   His voice was soft and mellow as he spoke to you.

   “Do I?”

   He hummed positively as he started kissing down your neck. Suddenly you became very aware of the situation. You pushed him away once more.

   “You manipulative cunt. You’re trying to put out the fire by fucking me! I can’t believe you! What am I!? A fucking pawn in your game? Is this what it is!? Another game for you!?” You yelled so loudly that you were sure the neighbours could hear every single word perfectly. 

    “I don’t love you! I want to fuck you! I don’t want a fucking girlfriend, I want to fuck and gamble and I don’t have time to take anyone else’s interest in mind! Is that what you fucking wanted to hear!?”

    The room was dead silent for the first time tonight. An uncomfortable silence that neither of you knew how to break. You were a little scared, more than disappointed. Yeosang had never lost his cool like that…

    A couple of seconds after, heavying in both of you as if they were hours, you picked up your bag from the couch and made your way towards the door, without saying another word.

    Yeosang gripped your wrist before you could reach the door handle.

    “Fucking let go or I swear to God…”

    The male didn’t move, neither did his grip falter. 

     “You already know what I feel, I’ve been honest. You have one of two options: you accept it or you leave for good.” 

     You stupidly gave it a second thought. 

     “Fuck it.” 

    It was the last thing you said before you dropped everything in your hands and pushed your lips against his. 

   There was no trace of love, romance or softness anymore. It was pure lust that controlled both of your bodies. 

   Hands rummaging each other’s bodies, teeth clashing, and heavy breathing echoing between the four walls. 

   You hurriedly stripped him from his dress shirt and threw it on the ground, as he pulled your sweater over your head, leaving you bare-chested.

   Yeosang gripped your waist and pushed you against the counter of the island in the middle of his kitchen. His teeth mercilessly bit down on the soft skin of your neck as his fingers played with your nipples. A whimper escaped past your lips and you threw your head back, giving him all the access he wanted.

    You rolled your hips consistently against his growing hard-on, causing him to groan against your neck. 

    Finally, he lost his patience and turned you around. Yeosang placed one of his hands on your back to press your body against the cold marble, as the other one worked on getting his pants undone. 

    “So fucking needy baby, you can’t wait to have my cock, can you?” 

   He roughly pulled down your jeans and your panties, slapping your ass as soon as it became exposed.

    “Answer me.”

    “I can’t Yeosang, please fuck me…”

    “Such a desperate slut.” He said through gritted teeth, as he grabbed a handful of your ass.

    Yeosang decided you needed no preparation, and immediately bottomed inside of you, giving you only a couple of seconds to adjust to the feeling. 

     He gripped your sides harshly as he thrust into you, the lewd sounds of skin slapping echoing in his apartment.

    Your nails scratched at the polished marble counter, desperately trying to grasp onto something. 

    Yeosang hated your silence, so he’d spank your ass occasionally to hear your pretty voice whimper and beg. 

    “How the fuck are you so tight, my G-God.”

    His hips jerked deeper and harsher into you as he followed after his release. You moaned and you felt your knees get weaker by the second as you felt the familiar ‘good feeling’ bottling up inside you.

    Yeosang noticed the way you almost faltered and gripped your hips tighter, to support you.

    “Yeosang harder p-please, I’m almost…”

    He clenched his jaw and thrust faster into you, causing your hip bones to clash against the counter, but you didn’t care, you were too focused in the amazing way he was making you feel.

     “Come on Y/N, be a good girl and cum on my cock for me.”

    The way he gripped your ass after demanding you do cum had your legs shaking as you climaxed. Your eyes shut tightly and you moaned his name repeatedly as your walls tightened around his cock.

    Yeosang couldn’t handle the feeling of how tight you were and so he came inside you unexpectedly, with a deep groan.

    He caressed your ass as you tried to regain your breaths. 

    You stood back up and got dressed quickly. You grabbed all of your items and headed towards the door and you chimed a small ‘bye’.

    Yeosang was visibly confused.

    “What do you mean bye? You’re not staying?”

    You grabbed the doorknob and looked over your shoulder, with a smug expression.

    “We play the game my way now.”

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Jimin Reaction| You and Hoseok try to make him jealous so he’ll confess to you

You were having a get together at the dorms with all of the guys. They had invited you over to play video games and watch movies with them all, just a chill night for the 7 of you. Hoseok had noticed the way you were pining over Jimin the entire night. You seemed to be hanging onto every word he said, you insisted on sitting in the middle of the couch so you could sit by Hoseok and Jimin, although you would never admit it. And every time Jimin smiled or laughed you looked at him with such fondness in your eyes he honestly wanted to squish your heads together so you could just kiss already.

Hoseok also notice the way Jimin was looking at you too. Whenever you spoke, his attention was only on you. The way his lips tugged up into a smile whenever you would talk to him, how he looked away shyly when you smiled at him. And how he had squished himself on the small love seat that was only meant for 2 people just so he could sit next to you. About an hour into the night, Hoseok was tired of watching you two pine after each other so he decided to ask you into the kitchen with him to help grab drinks for everyone. Once you two were alone in the kitchen he ambushed you.

“How long have you had a crush on our dear Jiminie?”

“What are you talking about I don’t-“ 

“Ahh don’t you dare lie to me y/n. I am your best friend and I know these things.” You sigh and look into the living to make sure Jimin was still there. He saw you looking at him and smiled and waved at you, only for you to do the same.

“I guess since always? I don’t know. I don’t think there was really an exact moment where I was like oh hey I think I have a crush on Jimin. It just was always there?”

“Oh my gosh you two are so cute! So are you going to confess tonight?”

“Um.. absolutely not.” 

“Why?!”

“Because he doesn’t like me?”

“Are you blind? That man looks at you like the sun shines out your ass.”

“Hobi!” You smack his arm.

“What? I’m serious. He’s absolutely smitten for you.”

“No he’s not Hoseok. Now can we please just get the drinks for everyone and head back there?” 

“So you can be close to the love of your life?” 

“Hobi you better shush before I shove this can of soda into your mouth and make you shut up.” He laughs at your threat, knowing that there is no bite behind it.

“What if I prove it to you?” You ponder his words for a moment.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” 

“We make him jealous of course. If he thinks that I am going to be making a move on you, then maybe he will be pushed to confess to you sooner.”

“Hobi, I don’t want to pressure Jimin into doing anything he’s not ready for. And besides he doesn’t like me!” 

“Well if he doesn’t like you then he won’t be pressured to confess then right? If you’re so sure he doesn’t like you then this won’t even be an issue?” You look back over at Jimin and see him laughing at Taehyung shouting at the game him and Jin are playing. 

“Alright fine. You’re on.” 

“Just follow my lead then.” You walk back into the living room with a bunch of soda cans in your arms. You feel Hoseok slip his arm around your waist as you two walk back into the living room. Jimin immediately notices and makes a frown, turning away from the two of you quickly and turning his attention back to the TV. You set the drinks down on the table and go to sit back down on the couch, only to have Hoseok sit on the couch on the other side of the room and tug you down to sit next to him. He makes sure to have you close as he rests his arm around your shoulders. Jimin is openly staring at the two of you now and he doesn’t look happy. He starts to squirm uncomfortably in his seat.

“Hobi I can’t do this look at Jimin he looks so sad.” 

“Does that mean you believe me that he likes you then?” You two are talking in hushed voices so he doesn’t hear and Hoseok’s lips are almost pressed against your hear as he’s talking quietly to you. Suddenly Jimin stands up from the couch and walks into his bedroom, loudly slamming the door behind him. All of the members look around in confusion until Namjoon’s eyes settle on you and Hoseok.

“Really you guys? Hoseok you knew Jimin had a crush on y/n why are you being so cuddly with her?” 

“Because she didn’t think Jimin liked her. I thought maybe if he thought I was making a move on y/n then he’d get jealous and finally confess to her but.. I think my plan backfired I didn’t mean to make him sad..I should go talk to him.” 

“No.. I’ll go. It would better if I went. You all just stay here okay?” You stand up and begin walking towards his room, knocking softly on the door.

“Go away.”

“Jimin, it’s me. Open the door please?”  It takes a few moments but he finally gets up and opens the door. His hair is looking a little unkempt and his eyes are puffy. You never wanted to make him this upset and you feel horrible. “Jimin.. I’m sorry.” He steps aside and lets you into the room, closing it behind you. He walks over and settles back onto the bed, holding a pillow tightly to his chest as he stares at the ceiling.

“Why should you be sorry? For being happy? I’m.. glad Hobi hyung has you. You guys look good together and I think he’d be really happy with you.” You can tell how hard it was for him to get those words out and it makes your chest hurt.

“But I don’t want to be with Hoseok.” 

“You don’t have to say that just to spare my feelings y/n. It’s just a silly crush I’ll get over it.. maybe… eventually.” You approach the bed and stand next to him.

“Can I lay down with you?” He nods and scoots over. You lay down next to him and pry his hand way from the pillow, lacing your fingers together. Jimin looks down with a look of surprise on his face.

“Y/n.. what are you doing?”

“I’m not dating Hobi. I don’t even like him like that he’s just my friend.”

“Then why would you..?”

“Because I was trying to make you jealous.” 

“Jealous? Wait a minute do you like me too?” 

“Of course. I like you a lot Jimin. I’m really sorry for making you sad that was never my intention I promise.” He turns on his side and rests his palm on your cheek.

“I’m not mad. I was just really hurt for a little bit there but.. I’m okay now I promise.” He leans in and pecks your forehead leaving you flushed and smiling. You both hear a quiet knock and turn towards the door.

“Come in.” Jimin says. The door slowly opens to reveal and sheepish looking Hoseok.

“Hey, Jimin. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay hyung. We got everything sorted out now right, angel?” You blush at the pet name.

“Y-yeah. Everything is good now.”

“You want to come back out here with the rest of us?” 

“Sure. You ready love?” You aren’t sure if you’re going to get used to all of these pet names Jimin is calling you.

“Okay.” Hoseok leaves the room and you go to stand up but Jimin immediately tugs you back down into his lap and kisses you firmly on the lips. He pulls away and sees your shocked expression and apologizes.

“Sorry. I’ve just been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“Don’t apologize for that. Ever.” You lean in for another kiss but Jimin stops you.

“We should probably go back out there. Or I’m not going to want to stop kissing you.”

“What’s the problem with that?”

“The problem is that all of the guys are out in the living room and will probably hear everything or be suspicious of what we’re doing. Wait until after they all go to sleep. Then I promise I’ll give you as many kisses as you like. Deal?” You smile and stand up.

“Deal.” 

[worldoffanficskpopcpop]

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A

A Bet Never Won:  “I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.” 

A Cup of Coffee: You have a crush on Brain but thankfully, this isn’t a typical unpopular girl falls in love with a popular boy

Another Chance: Brian teasing you in hopes you see that he likes you

B

Bass Line: Who said you couldn’t bond over shared interests like the bass, not being around people, and each other? 

Be Lazy:  “don’t get up, I’ll do it.” 

Best Efforts: Brian teaching you how to play the guitar 

Blind in Love: it took a while, but he was finally able to see you with your glasses on, no matter how embarrassing it was for you 

Blunt:  “Take notes, sweetheart.” 

Breathe: French Kissing with Brian 

Brian’s Dae: You and your son take a trip to Brian’s set

C

Can you spot me? (You’re the first thing I see): Ballerina! reader; Younghyun knew dance is something you cherish, so when you invited him to see your dance recital as your boyfriend, he was way over the moon 

Clingy:  “brian getting overly clingy when you ignore him 

Cloud 9: He’s so happy that he finally made you his wife 

Colder (Trigger): where you have words on your body, but instead of the first or last words your soulmate says to you, they’re the most important/impactful words your soulmate will ever say to you 

Coffee Shop:  Brian can't help but fall for you 

Confession: Brian confesses to you

D

Don’t go:  All you want is to fall asleep in your boyfriend’s arms, but his job makes that request a lot harder to fulfill 

dumb and dumber: how many stupid fights can there be among the young aspirants to the guitarist’s position before anyone even gets it? how much can the course of history turn to get it, interfering with feelings in the middle such as strumming? 

Drabble #4:  Getting jealous

Drabble #6:  Counting each other’s freckles/beauty marks/scars/etc 

Drabble #7:  Calling each other by a pet name 

Drabble #10:  Brian drabble where he peeks inside your classroom to see if you’re ready to go for our lunch date 

Drabble #13:  cuddly Brian after a long day of him performing on stage 

Drabble #14:  you surprise Brian at their concert and then he sees and starts cutely messing up in his line 

Drabble #15:  Young k asking their significant other to prom 

Drabble #16: a long-distance relationship where you finally get to meet Brian in person 

Drabble #17:  cafe date with Brian 

Drabble #18:  shopping date with Brian 

Drabble #19: Brain trying to braid your hair 

Drabble #22: a road trip with Brian 

Drabble #24:  the one where your soulmate’s first words to you are written on your body 

Drabble #25:  “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?” 

Drabble #26:  “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” 

Drabble #31:  the one where when you dream you’re seeing whatever your soulmate is currently experiencing. 

Drabble #32:  “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.

”Drabble #33:  “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” 

E

Empty Threat:  “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?” 

F

First Try: Brian teaching you how to kiss 

Forgiveness Cuddling:  you try to get his attention but he’s busy, and then at the end of the day he finds you in bed and gives you a lot of skinship to make up for it 

Frigid Love: As a storm encroaches on your college dorms your heater breaks but your warm ass boyfriend decides to make things better. 

G

H

How Drunk was I?: “You look rough.”

Humor: Sharing a milkshake with Brian   

I

It’s a Texas Thing!

J

K

Kiss me First: Brian teaches you how to play the guitar but there’s a catch

L

leave my heart out of this: after finally deciding to make a change not only in your training place but in your life, things start to get confused with the arrival of a new coach who seems to be more than just a guide in your game. 

Little Banter:  “I hope you have a cold shower.” 

Lovely Proposal: You and Brian like each other but both don’t have the courage to say it 

M

Making chores fun: Doing chores are much more fun when doing it with Brian

Mixed Up: You  calling him “bri” for the first time 

N

No Matter What: brian reassuring that his s/o is beautiful and don't have the need to go on a diet 

O

P

Q

R

Rejection:  you’re best friends with Jae but Young K hates you, but you have a crush on Young k 

S

Say Wow: First date with Brian

Sleepy Photos:  you fell asleep on Brian’s shoulders and he starts taking pictures of you or tries to tickles your nose

Someday: At times, you feel the pressure of not starting a family early and always putting your dreams first

Stay: “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside”

sweet chaos: the pair of brothers weren’t exactly the craziest thing that crossed your path, moving to the coast made you find the most intoxicated version that your summer ever had. 

T

Take Away the Pain: You fainted on stage 

the day you left me: in which younghyun realizes that the one problem he always had was believing that he was controlling his life 

U

Unsure: Brian asking you if he can kiss you for the first time

Untitled: Brian making it up to you after a fight

V

W

When You Love Someone: Prince Younghyun would do anything for the love of his life; even if it means giving up his crown 

With You: Lazy Cuddle Session with Brian!

worried voicemails:  “it’s midnight and you aren’t answering your phone. where are you?!” 

X

Y

You and I Have Finally Become One:  you finally found your soulmate

“You’re in love with them.”: “Dude, you’ve been smiling at your notebook for the past five minutes, and when I come to take a look at what you’re doing,”

You’re my happy ending: Your life with Brian 

Your Kid Gets Jealous: Kids say the darnest of things

Z

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Prompt - You wouldn't mind if we get a continuation about Amy ( but born as a boy) would you? Cause I want more of Amil's interactions with the other characters ( if it's different from Amy's relationship with them )

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Prompt: (AU)

It wasn't long until Amil started acting strange again. He rushed around, doing chores, cleaning, and cooking for the gang. He found nothing wrong with a man doing some work for his homies, especially when his friends all had different styles when it came to house upkeep.

"Amil... I told you! I'll get to the dishes tomorrow..." Tails, with his hands up in hopes to convince Amil to take it easy by his sink, slowly lowered them in thanks as Amil shook his head vigorously.

"No can do, buddy!" Amil sparked with life, doing nothing half-heartedly. "You've been working hard on that new X-Tornado upgrade, right? Still thinking of the classic blue, steel grey, and yellow?"

"A-actually, I was thinking about using some red a bit too." Tails stepped back and leaned on his toes a bit, "Geez, Amil, you really know how to do these things awful well." Putting his hands behind his back, he sweetly watched Amil clean and then curiously looked up at him. "Why do you care so much about it?"

Amil shrugged, "I don't know... I... I like to keep things nice. Not that you do a bad job or anything!" he immediately quieted any fears of judgement Tails may make on that comment, gesturing his hand back to stop the misunderstanding in case it took place. "I just mean that a happy looking home makes for a happy pair of shoes!" he mused, "Isn't that the saying?"

Tails laughed, "Not any that I’ve heard! But if it means that much to you, then I'll gladly let you help me out!" he swayed his tails. "Oh, that reminds me. You used to talk about girls and stuff a lot, have you finally found one?" he put his finger a bit close to his mouth.

Amil fumbled slightly with a dish, but gently caught it's slippery surface and sighed in relief. "W-what makes you say that, Tails..?" He looked away, a bit flustered.

"Well..." Tails turned away a moment, "You've just been really quiet lately about it... we all know you get lonely for companionship kinda fast... so I thought maybe you had found someone. Does this mean you'll get married and leave us behind to deal with Eggman and we'll have to save the world without you?" He turned back and tilted his head towards Amil, but Amil squirted the sink's expandable hose at his face, so he wouldn't see his jumbled expression.

It extended at just the right length, and Tails bubbled through the water before pulling back, moving his hands out to try and blindly look for a towel to dry his face off.

"That's none of anyone's concern, Tails." He handed him the towel he was searching for, as Tails gave an open-smile at feeling it and rubbed off his face. "Besides... I may not get married..." Amil's heart slightly twinged at admitting it. "I just don't think I'll find anyone... and besides, what would you, Knuckles, and Sonic do without me!" He smiled warmly at the thought of spending his life with a team who all cared about each other, but Tails just peeked his head out from the small hand-towel he was using.

"Ohh..? That's kinda good, cause that means you can do my dishes forever now, right?" He grinned but Amil reached behind him and grabbed his head into a noogie, using the sponge to grind into his head.

"Now, let's get those naughty thoughts cleaned out of your head, eh?" He joked, as Tails struggled and tapped his tails against his back. "Uncle, uncle!!" Tails cried out and so Amil let him go.

Tails rose up into the air, smirking at an idea as Amil went to scold him, his guard completely down...

"Now Tails, it's rude to try and peer into someone else's love life-AHHH!!!" Amil's head was shoved into the soapy water as Tails laughed, sitting on his shoulders and kicking his legs out before jumping off and dashing away.

"Says the guy who's still dreaming about a harem and kids!" Tails stretched the sides of his cheeks out, wiggling his tongue mockingly towards Amil for him to chase him.

"Grr..! IT'S NOT A HAREM! They're too hard to handle and you can't please everyone and I hate being a bad guy!" he quickly spoke this out as his fists shook and he quickly wiped his face off with the same hand-towel Tails had tossed. He summoned his hammer and charged after Tails, grinning at the friendly spar with his figurative brother figure.

After roughhousing and laughing so much, Tails and Amil rolled into a batch of flowers, laughing and laughing until Tails finally looked up into the sky.

His eyes twinkled a moment, and then he placed his hands on his stomach, "You know... I don't mind talking about girls so much anymore..."

Amil slowly stopped laughing, turning in confusion to look at Tails, before his heart softened at what the fox boy was saying.

Tails's expression turned gentle and sincere, looking from the sky back down to his home. "...I know Sonic isn't the best to talk about it with but... I don't mind." He leaned his head up to look at Amil, inviting him to share his feelings.

Amil was more than thankful for the offer, and turned to swoop his arm up over his eyes and bask a moment in the sunny day. He sighed, "I still want a family..."

"...But?" Tails raised his eyebrows, smiling sweetly to encourage Amil on.

"...But." He flopped the arm down.

"Oh... You took that 'don't leave us', kinda seriously... huh?" Tails felt a bit bad, but Amil looked down and rose his torso up, scruffing up Tails's head and ruffling his hair there, making the 10-year old laugh.

"It's okay, buddy! Besides,... there probably isn't a perfect girl out there for me anyway..." Amil felt a sorrow pass through him, but it slowly trinkled off and he was fine again.

But Tails saw it... he got up too, hitting his chest, "You will. If any of us have love in our future, it's gotta be you, for sure." He nodded and turned back to the sky, "Have you wished on stars yet?" He joked, and Amil knew he didn't actually believe in that.

"Don't tease me." Amil hit his shoulder and Tails laughed. But he had tried Tarot Reading... At least, by what he deemed an expert, but all they said was that the future is littered with possibilities.

But the wait seemed never-ending...

"Hey, if I meet a girl... will you let me talk to you about it?"

It was something that meant more to Amil than Tails knew.

"Of course." His eyes shone and glistened with sea hitting the cliff-side of where Tails's home was stationed, and off in the distance--was Angel Island.

The wind beat fast as Tails flew Amil over to the Master Emerald, letting him fall from his arms as he landed in a very agile and loose-manner. Amil was pretty good acrobatically, he could have been a real contender for the olympic gymnastic games, but would only join if Sonic was going.

"Thanks, Tails!" Amil waved his friend off, and then headed towards Knuckles, "Guard duty! Shift's up!" Amil clapped to wake up Knuckles, who had a few butterflies resting on him as his stomach moved slightly up and down, but so gentle that the local wildlife had curled up next to him or landed to rest on him.

They all looked up from their nap and took off with Amil's clapping, and Knuckles blinked his eyes a few times before looking down at Amil. "Eh, you're early." Knuckles yawned. "I thought training wasn't until the weekend?"

"Week days, but I can see your confusion." Amil placed his hands on his hips, but a little chao reached up and pulled on his boot's socks. "Huh? Aww..." He took a knee and petted the sweet chao as it wanted, its little pudgy arms pushing together and turning to the side as a heart morphed from the yellow ball on its head. "And besides, we don't have to train today. We can just talk too. Haha." he was instantly charmed as the chao flew up and clasped his face, rubbing its head against his.

Little animated hearts flew around Amil as he had a soft spot for cute and adorable things, and put his hands up to cradle the chao in his arms and rubbed his head lightly back against his own.

While Amil was enamored by the cuddly creature, Knuckles groaned, "Oh no. None of that 'romance' stuff!" He strained a bit to get up but finally did so, stretching out some of the kinks that had formed from sleeping with his neck and half his back up against the Master Emerald.

"That's all you ever talk about!"

Amil looked up from the cuddles with the cute chao, wiggling his fingers to tickle his belly as he held it giggling in his hand, before turning back to Knuckles, "Huh?"

"You're not even paying attention..." Knuckles sweatdropped, seeing him playing with the many chao that began to form around him, desperate for the attention that none of the other members so freely gave in such large quantities. "But they sure do love ya." Knuckles breathed out from his nose, as though glad to see that his tough, strong friend was as gentle and sweet in his heart towards all things as he should be.

Amil gave love to each and everyone of the chao, "I just love... loving! Is all." He also seemed a bit ashamed to say that, but Knuckles shook his head.

"Nah, a man should love. That's how he knows who to protect, and what's worth fighting for." Knuckles put his gloved fists to his hips, before leaning forward and then back to wink a sign of approval to Amil.

"...Thank you." Amil stared gratefully at Knuckles.

"Eh, don't sweat it. Let's toughen up those muscles so your heart can beat just as fierce as those emotions of yours!" Knuckles slammed a fist into his open hand, which shook Amil.

"R-really? I thought I could play with the chao a little more while you woke up a bit? Y-y-you know, get ready and stuff?" Amil didn't feel like getting sucker punched in the gut or thrown half-way across the island by a fist to the face anymore...

Knuckles's face turned into a wicked sense of pleasure, "Nope, I'm all fired up..." he looked like a beating was coming to Amil...

Amil gulped, getting up and fanning the chao back and away so they wouldn't get hurt. "B-b-but don't you want some food first?! Can't fight on an empty stomach?" he flinched when Knuckles moved forward, smirking widely and making a sound like he was gonna come at him. "I-I'll even cook!" Amil summoned his hammer and prepared to flinch and dodge.

"...You will, huh?" Knuckles pulled back, "Alright! Who wants to punch a sap like you so early in the morning, anyway!?" Knuckles turned away, "Besides," he rubbed his white boxer-glove under his nose. "You're more of a lover than a fighter... Who's the next lucky lady on the list then?" he walked back over to the Master Emerald, rubbing it to get some dust off that the wind had blown on it.

"H-huh?" Amil blinked a bit, "Lucky... Lady..?"

"You haven't so much as piped up about a dame in a long time." Knuckles hoisted the Master Emerald up, showing some supreme strength as he shook the rest of the dust off, then gently lowered it back down, and admired it with his hand up by his chin. After a few nods of approval, he looked back to Amil with his arms folded, "Sonic and Tails mentioned it. You haven't been yourself lately, and I haven't heard so much as a utter about the future from you in quite some time. So? Who is she? Any bit cute, this one? Heh heh..." Knuckles sneered, "I bet she has six toes to be interested in a lovesick loser like you, hahaha!" he joked, but Amil just frowned in annoyance.

"That's it!" he charged at him, and the two tuffed it out for a while.

Knuckles threw him down the hill, jumping to slide down it himself as Amil tumbled harshly down it's surface. Flying down the rocky terrain, Knuckles raised an eyebrow to Amil, "Huh, she's that cute that you won't even tell your friends about HHEERRR!!" he shoved a fist into the ground to disrupt the falling, but as Amil rose into the air, he quickly smiled back to Knuckles.

"No girl! No love interest!" he curled up and shot into Knuckles.

Ricocheting off, Knuckles seemed a bit confused and worried, surprised he would even say that. "Really? Ha, ho, ha. No one?" he kept hitting back up against the cliff as he slid down before he reached back and braced himself against a tree. "Hrrr... Then why the sudden shift?" Knuckles seemed to be asking the same questions Tails had.

Amil uncurled and went in for a swing of his hammer, "And how about Rouge, huuuhh!??!!"

Knuckles flinched in a blush, grabbing his hammer with both hands and having a ripple effect through the air between them at the amount of power they both possessed.

"Grr... I hate that stinkin' Bat Girl!" he was losing the straining battle... and Amil pushed down even harder, gaining his center back.

"If that was the case, then why do you let her try and steal the Master Emerald from under your nose?" he cooed, tauntingly.

"RAAHHH, THAT'S NEVER ON PURPOSE!" Knuckles found his hidden strength reserve and shoved Amil off and to the ground.

Amil back-flipped and got up for more, "Now who's talkin'?" Amil looked finally back into the right attitude.

Knuckles jumped high into the air to come down on him too, and now, Amil was the one struggling with his full force slamming against his hammer.

"Get your stance up to date!" Knuckles instructed.

"I'm trying to work up the nerve to ask girls first!" Amil teased, and threw him off.

Knuckles skidded against the ground, squinting one eye shut with a proud smile. "Not bad... looks like you haven't given up on love quite yet." He got back up, dusting himself off. "Well, if you've got what it takes, be a man and show me how'd you fight and protect a girl!" he got ready for more, urging Amil on.

Amil got into a fighting stance, "I'm just warming up... but as long as I have all of you with me... I'll never be lonely... and I won't feel the need for one." He ducked his head into the pose and swung his hammer as far back as possible.

Knuckles continued his proud smile, but looked up more in respect to his friend.

'That's right... Sonic can be my hero.' He closed his eyes a moment, 'Tails can be my brother... and Knuckles, my dear friend and teacher. We're all loved. I just need to see it more in the people around me.' he opened his eyes again, "I'll never give up..!" He took one amazingly fast and powerful step forward to Knuckles, then another as he scaled the distance between them in seconds. "I've found my family!!!" He pulled his hammer from being so tightly and fully swung back around him that when it was released, jammed into Knuckles's defending arm, making him wince in the pain before flinging him back.

"Gah!" he was continually hammered into trees that snapped in half, as Amil finally stopped and pulled out some bandages, suddenly turning sweet and cute again.

"Would you like the mint-flavored or the lollipop-flavored?" He teased, blinking innocently like a male nurse before attending Knuckles as swirls filled his eyes, and then ripped out the bandages and began working without mercy on him.

"Ye-ow! Ahh! Heeeyyy!!! Oph!" Knuckles snapped out of it and protested, but Amil shoved the minty gummy into his mouth and he piped down and chewed... subdued.

(I hope you like how I pictured a male Amy! and how I gave Amil a sequel! ;)b I hope to do a fanfiction about the Sonic team finding a genderbent world! So we'll see~ Amil is precious though XD I love him!)

[sheepdogjim-blog]

Good dog/bad dog

Holy crap it’s Friday and I’m sitting at home in front of the fire, coffee in hand and psycho dog at feet (Yes Dad, I still have job). Looks like we survived another 1/52th of our orbit around a slightly cooler yellow ball of life in the sky and we’ll get to fight the ‘rona for at least another day.

That is if the four legged spawn of Satan doesn’t try to kill us today.

I figured I might use my words today to give ya’ll an update on the fur monsters progress since the last time there was a trip to the Emergency room for any one of the residents at Furlong HQ.

So Lenz, and we have not started calling him Lennie yet because at this point it’d be like refering to Harvey Weinstien as “my cuddly uncle”, has began his transformation from working animal to pet. He no longer sleeps in a locked crate,  or spends his days in his outdoor kennel. Nope, now he sleeps spread out in the middle of our king sized bed from 9 pm until 4:45 am, regulating Gloria and I to a mere 1.5’ x 6.5’ slice of diametrically opposed real estate on either side of the bed. Every evening it’s a game to see what letter our sleeping pattern will be, H, N, Z, I, etc. as Lenz determines the path forward, because he generally goes to sleep first, and then there’s just no moving him. Not that you’d want to.

Remember how it took 4 months for us to actually see him sleep? When this ct decides its nighty nighty, you let him go. You don’t wake the nuclear reactor if you plan on getting any sleep yourself. We’ve also toyed with the idea of getting rid of our alarm clock radio because Lenz’s internal clock keeps much better time, and at 4:59 am he’s wide awake (but you’d never know because he’s in K9 stealth mode) until the first notes of whatever music 103.9 is playing at the moment. At that exact moment my body has been trained to fly quickly into a fetal position as Lenz leaps from a low sitting position over me to the floor on the other side of the room in one motion, and if there’s a body part under his hind legs when he launches, there will be curse words and A535 in the immediate aftermath. Obviously 8 months out of training hasn’t unconditioned his agility and strength, but more about that later.

So regardless of the day of week we head downstairs and have our coffee, and by our coffee I truly mean our coffee because Lenz has developed a taste for breakfast blend, and every time I forget to hold my cup in my hand when I get up to do something, I come back to find his barkness standing over the cup with his 12 inch tongue rapidly darting in and out of the cup consuming my morning joe, all the while looking at me with those big brown eyes as to say “don’t judge me”. He also has developed a taste for expensive scotch, but I’ve learned to drink the 14-year and older malts out of a sippy cup to avoid any more embossing apologies to the neighbors, and the trauma to their cat.

Speaking of chasing tail, Lenz unlike his predecessor Ozzy, is not a ladies’ man. Lenz refers to terrorize the members of the female persuasion, mostly by going into full K9 mode when they come visit. No before ya’ll start going all #metoo, there’s a theme. It started with a visit by our realtor who was wearing a long puffy coat, and when she came in to get our signatures on some papers one evening, Lenz went full K9 on her. Keep in mind the ‘rona has prevented us from fully socializing him yet, as we have had hardly anyone at our house since our dark overlords imposed dracoian lockdowns in the name of safety on us (idiots). So any time anyone informs us they are coming over, I keep him on a short leash until he gets a chance to get comfortable with a stranger in his home (and believe me, it’s his home now). So back to our poor realtor who is now standing in our kitchen with a 70lb mouth of teeth gnashing at 100 clamps per hour between full barks and lunges, and I can see her eyes (they are the size of dinner plates) darting between the great white shark teeth and the thin nylon fabric of his walking leash, I imagine praying that the leash holds (Note: he’s gone through 3 so far). He doesn’t normally respond that way to visitors, and it wasn’t until our masseuse came over one evening wearing a puffy jacket that I figured it out.

He sees them as bite suits.

I guess you can take the dog out of the RCMP, but you can’t take the RCMP out of the dog. (Ed. Note – that would explain his love of coffee, scotch, and general distrust of people).

He and Gloria seem to be getting along better, the references to “your f-ing dog” have declined, and I’m no longer allowed to lock him in his crate at night, so that means they’ve bonded somewhat, although the cheeky little bastard as smart as he is doesn’t seem to get that if you keep chewing her favorite slippers, your longevity within the circle of trust will always be tenous at best. Yesterday he ate her favorite Roots slippers.

They still aren’t speaking as of this morning.

Actually he’s been getting less destructive as we find ways to engage him to keep his boredom down, but last month there was the pergola incident. In our backyard we had an aluminum pergola over our dining table that over the winter had the screws loosen a bit that gave it a bit of a lean, so much so we tied two ropes to it one night after a wind storm as I wanted to get some plates made to reinforce the attachment points, and had to go to work. I figured I’d fix it that evening when I got home. When I arrived home that evening there was twist aluminum everywhere the pergola used to be.

Apparently Lenz kept untying the ropes for fun, and Gloria kept re-tying them, up until the point Lenz finally got bored with the game and used the two ropes, once he untied them again, to pull the pergola down, and then quartered it. There was aluminum everywhere, it was a scene directly out of Dr. Detroit (you know the one in the junkyard).

So I guess now we need a new pergola built.

Don’t get me wrong, he has his good points. He’s the cuddliest German shepherd of all times, he loves to spoon and will literally pay on top of you and fall asleep. He eats all leftovers, so there’s not much to go in the compost bin, and he’s the best security system in the world, because if you break into our house you will be the one calling 9-1-1, and that’s if you have it on speed dial. He is one protective MF, especially of Gloria.

All kidding aside, he’s turning into an amazing dog, he’s cute and cuddly on the outside and hype vigilant and protective on the inside, and he’s making progress to civilian life after leaving the force last summer, so there’s hope for getting him to a normal life as a pet. Mind you I’ve been out 13 years and I still struggle at times, but at least he and I can relate (usually over a scotch) and he’s a great listener, and as long as I can keep Gloria in slippers I think he’ll be around awhile. At least until the new pergolas built anyway.  

Have Friday folks, be kind to one another, or I’m sending Lenz over for a visit.

Jim out.

[acrobaticcatfeline]

Of Books, Brothers, and Broadway (Creativitwins College AU) Chapter Three!!!

Word Count: 6875

TW: Remus, Janus, cursing, ocean critters, think that’s it

Pairings: dukeceit, logince, I think mentioned moxiety, familial creativitwins, platonic everyone else with everyone else, a nice bit of parental Remus and Thomas.

Notes: It gets gay!!!!! Finally!!!! Also skirts!!!! We learn more about Thomas, who is baby TBH hes just like, Remus good boy and I agree. these two have a very close mentorship, Remus has been there for for several years and Thomas has pretty much adopted him. They have one of my favorite dynamics in this. A lot of angst comes shortly after this so enjoy the soft gays while you can.

Summary: Remus is gay and smitten. Roman is as well. The two battle to woo their brothers best friend and both succeed. Soft boys going on dates and being in love. Remus rants a bit.

By the time that they all finish dinner, Remus is more than a little excited to show Janus his lizard friends. Janus is so nice and cute and he has an interest in reptiles, and the book he wrote for the musical in progress, and god he's in love. Roman gives him permission to run off without him while he and Patton engage in ‘civilized’ conversation. So he shows Janus his room, and heck he's bringing a cute boy into his room god this is filthy, disgusting worse than the worst most cuddly pornos that he's ever sat through, this is intimate and Remus feels like his blood is going to boil. He smiles instead though, because Janus is squealing and bouncing and looking at all the little guys in the tanks and he so desperately looks like he wants to hold one but he bounces in place while sounding like a balloon with a leak.

“You want to hold one?”

“More than anything!”

Remus walks over to the tank and tries to pull out a small gecko, but his only snake slithers out and coils his arm before he could. He laughs at it, petting its little head softly and he's almost knocked unconscious by the pure joy on Janus’ face. His eyes are damn near sparkling, his bouncing has stilled as his jaw dropped.

“This little guy is a Kenyan sand boa, he's actually the only scaly friend I've ever gotten from a rescue, the rest of these guys are just local pals. His name is Amadeus. Wanna hold him?”

“Yessssssss!!!!”

Remus guided Amadeus to slither up Janus’ arm. He ended iup coiling around his neck loosely and Remus could see the effort Janus was exerting to not get too excited. He petted the snake gently, stars in his eyes as the snake seemed to lick him.

“I love him!”

“He seems to like you too”

“I’m sorry I’m being so childish heh, I just, I lose my composure with animals I guess. And theater. I suck at keeping up this uh, facade I guess I can call it”

“Why would you? You're cute like this”

Janus froze and Remus nearly backpedaled on his words before Janus broke out in a huge blush with a matching grin. He swept the bangs that were sticking out from his beanie to the side of his face as he looked back at Remus.

“Do you want to go get coffee at some point? I mean uh, we can, we can talk about the musical some more and uh, maybe I can convince you to strike up a deal of some sort?”

Remus blinked and smiled back at him. He pulled out his phone and looked at something before changing it and handing it over to jay.

“I've got a class tomorrow and then work, and I'm bringing home an octopus so I probably can't do coffee tomorrow, but how does dinner sound?”

Janus took the phone and saw a new contact page pulled up. He smiled as he entered the information and sent a standard text and handed it back.

“That sounds even better! I'm free after 4 tomorrow!”

“How does 7 sound? I'm technically back at 5:30 but I want to be here for a bit in case shit goes sideways with Cephy”

“Sounds like a date! Er, um, a plan! Sounds like... a plan..!”

“God you're gonna have to stop being so adorable before I turn myself in to the police preemptively. Anyways, Roman might be getting annoyed from having you stolen for so long, so hows about we put back Dee and pick up this convo later?”

“Great idea!”

By the time that they leave the room, Patton is ready to leave, and as jay was his ride, he had to leave as well. The four said their goodbyes, and when he thought Roman wasn't looking, Janus mimed a little ‘call me’ motion to Remus and he nearly melted as the two left. Remus flopped onto the couch, and subsequently Roman, when the door closed with a sigh.

“You've already stolen him haven't you?”

“Were going to dinner tomorrow”

“Of course you are. I'm going to have to help you get ready aren't i?”

“Yup. and I'll make dinner on Saturday and Sunday as a thank you”

“And as payment for skimping on your original day”

“Yeah sure”

~

Remus wasn’t panicking, of course not, he was totally chill. It's just that he was bringing home an octopus at the end of his shift and then he was going on a date with a cute boy and he just wasn't used to so much happening in one day. He refocused however. He was wearing his lab coat and was sitting next to the institute's recreation of the coastal ocean with pen and paper in hand. He was recording some behaviors in the dolphin they just got, and its differences in behavior compared to their other inhabitants. It was moving slower, and did not seem to like getting close to the walls. He had many questions as he continued to note its peculiarities. Thomas walked in and squatted next to him with a smile.

“You have your inquisitive look on, whats up kid?”

Remus continued to watch the dolphin intently.

“Why is she so scared of the walls?”

“Oh, she was abused by her human caretakers, she's afraid of us still. She also doesn't like our feeding rods, or when we get in to do maintenance. She's just people shy, which isn't too terrible for her or us for the time being. She hasn't lashed out, and it's only a mild inconvenience during feeding times. The longer she's here with the others, the easier it will be, animals are great at encouraging trust in others, its key for survival. But isn't she just so beautiful?”

“Definitely! Hey, weird question, do you ever get transfers from different parts of the world?”

“Sometimes, not often though, they only transfer out of country or state if its a true emergency for the most part, and we aren't really in the hierarchy for those things”

“Hmm. I really want to see an amazon river dolphin. They're so fricken cool!”

“Well, if that's something you want to see about, and you're serious about it, I have some connections with the dolphin research center as well as Clearwater, and I think they both have some that were serious rescue cases. I might be able to set you up for a summer stint if you want?”

“Oh no, no that's fine I just, it's just one of the things that made me want to pursue marine biology. It was an episode of Go Diego Go if you can believe that. They were just, so magical, and I learned more about the ocean and like, the ocean is filled with magic that we don't even know about, and it's just, I dunno. Its a bucket list thing I guess”

“Fair. mine was jellyfish and sea turtles. Finding Nemo”

Remus chuckled at the image of the doctor as a child getting starry eyed at Finding Nemo. He nodded distantly and Thomas fully sat, giving Remus a nudge on the arm.

“What's eating at you kid? You're acting distant today, is something up?”

Remus finally looks at Dr. Sanders at this, a little shocked and confused. He looks back at the water and curls his legs up close to him and lays his head on them.

“A lot is happening and I’m scared I’m going to mess something up”

“Talk to me Re”

“Well, ok so my brother is real into theater, always has been, and he asked me when we were younger to write a musical with him. And, and it's fun, don't get me wrong, but I hate hate hate showing people my writing. And now I'm showing him it regularly, on top of my writing assignments for my creative writing minor. And like, I don't know how to feel about it. But like, it's not just that. Like, I'm a full time worker here now, not an intern, but I'm not even working full time hours, and I feel like I have to prove to you and everyone else that it was worth it but I don’t have the time to put in more hours and it makes me feel so guilty because you're losing money by upping my pay and I don't know, I feel like I'm not doing enough but I know I can't do any more. And then! I'm getting Cephy and like, I know she's gonna be a lot of work, and I'm so ok with that but I’m worried I’m gonna mess up and hurt her or something! And I've got a date with a cute guy tonight and he's my brother's friend and he's so cute and we mesh so well, but I could ruin it, like I always ruin my relationships, and then what if he holds it against Roman? He’ll hate me forever and I don't know what I would do if I lost my brother too, I drive him crazy but I know he still loves me but it makes me want to die thinking about how conditional it could be, even though he's never shown me that that would ever happen it still eats at me and god I'm a mess. God I talked too much I’m sorry boss, I'll shut up now, you didn't need to hear all of that”

Thomas hides the shock and concern on his face, choosing to nod as he rubs a gentle circle in Remus’ back. The two were very very close, they were basically family at this point, Thomas having chosen to be his mentor the moment he met him. He waits a moment to choose his words before speaking.

“I can't pretend that I totally understand your problems, but I'm aware that that isn't what you're looking for. So lets start with something easy. Cephy will not get hurt with you. There is not a single doubt in my mind that you won't be able to, while you were the only applicant, if we didn't know you were responsible enough to care for her with complete certainty and confidence, we would have sent her home with one of our older scientists. This was a long discussion and I know that you will do exactly what you have to to keep her safe. Two, you were not promoted because we needed you to work more. As I've said since you've started here, your studies come first. You were promoted because you did amazing work with what little you are allowed to do as an intern, and we could see that you would do even better with less restrictions. This was meant to give you the ability to learn more and aid in your work ethic. We don't need you to spread yourself too thin so you can work more, we have enough people for you to only work part time”

Remus nodded, he was trying to believe him, he really was, but his head kept turning them around with what ifs. He stayed silent as Thomas paused again.

“Your writing is personal, creative work always is, it is a bearing of your soul and its reasonable to be hesitant in sharing it. Even more so when it's to an overly creative person. But if I know anything about your brother, it's that he is a kind and uncritical person. You don't seem to have any reason to distrust him with it. I know that sometimes your head makes you nervous and casts doubt over others intentions, but it isn't healthy for you to be unable to trust even someone as close as your brother. And, if you let him know your feelings on it all, I'm sure he would be willing to work on it with you. This ties in with the other bit. If you have no reason to believe that something like a break up would cause your brother to hate you, then it's likely not the case. Trust that he values his relationship with you enough to endure the small likelihood of a break up between you and his friend. His friend is a bit of a wild card to you right now but just, give it a shot. It might go better than you can imagine”

Remus felt like he was about to cry. He pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes and took deep breaths. He pulled his hands away and looked at Thomas as he leaned slowly into a hug with the older man. Thomas smiled and wrapped his arms around the other and they sat there a moment in silence.

“Thank you Dr. Sanders”

“This is an emotional moment, call me Thomas”

“... thank you Thomas”

Remus had calmed down and felt far better after his conversation with Thomas, he was pretty zen as he drove home with Cephy on his passenger side. He parked outside he and Roman’s house and dialed Roman’s number. Roman picked up on the second ring.

“You back?”

“Yup. can you get the door for me, I don't want to set Ceph down on the ground”

“On it”

Remus got out of his car, opening the passenger door and lifting the rather small tank carefully in his arms. He felt bad for her getting stuck in such a small carrier tank. He got to the door and saw Roman in the doorway. Roman held out his arms.

“I imagine if I hold the tank I won't have to transfer her into the big one? So hand her over.

Remus chuckled and did so. He slid past then, opening the door to his room and lifting the cover on the big tank. He pulled on plastic gloves and did the same to the carrier. He laughed as Cephy’s arms immediately swung over the side of it. Roman nearly screamed and dropped the thing when one of her tentacles stuck onto him. Luckily he just hummed loudly and squeezed his eyes shut. Remus carefully picked Ceph up, placing her oh so delicately on the little rock shelf near the top before he released her and she dove to the depths of it quickly, swimming around happily, likely glad to have room again. Roman rushed to the bathroom, shouting as he went.

“REMUS CAN I DUMP THIS???”

“GO AHEAD! IF SHE NEEDS TO TRANSFER AGAIN I’LL JUST PUT HER IN IT WHEN ITS EMPTY, SHE CAN SURVIVE OUT OF WATER FOR A BIT”

“WHY IS SHE SO FUCKING SLIMY???”

“SHE'S AN OCTOPUS WHAT DID YOU EXPECT???”

Remus pulled off the gloves and tossed them, placing the tank lid on again before going back to the car to get the rest of her supplies. When he finished unloading, Roman was back out of the bathroom with the tank now placed under the other one in the living room. His hair, which was about shoulder length, was tied up in a hair tie, his bangs pinned up and he was wearing a black crop top with golden print of a crown and shorts. He had a makeup bag in one hand and a hair brush in the other. He had the most sinister smirk on his face.

“K, go take a shower and change into shitty clothes so we can try some faces. Go on! Its 5:45 and I need an hour to get you in order”

Remus opened his mouth and shut it, knowing that Roman was right. He sulked to his room, grabbing some pjs and heading to the bathroom.

“Roman I’m going to look like a clown with all this makeup, why are we even doing this?”

“Because you want to look nice, and you'll look better if you do a little bit of makeup to accentuate your features. And also because you suck at shaving so I'm hiding the welts you gave yourself. He won't want to kiss you if you look like you've been eating out a beehive. Now sit still! We still have to choose your outfit and deal with your hair!”

Remus did as told, pouting as he did so. Roman finally, finally put down the makeup brush. He pulled up a mirror and Remus gasped at his reflection. His face looked clear and smooth, and his cheeks had color. But his eyes were stunning. They were black on the lid, but it faded into a sparkly green shade and gosh Remus loved it.

“I’ll put some lipstick on you when you're done changing. Don’t want to accidentally stain anything”

“Ro I love it!!!!”

“Good. ok clothes next. Where are you guys going?”

Remus blinked and felt himself flush and Roman rolled his eyes. He walked into Remus’ closet with a sigh.

“Typical. Ugh, men. Jay likes anything, he's pretty basic on that, I'd say go to olive garden. Mid Range price but nice aesthetic. Plus he eats bread sticks like an actual snake. He’ll love it. Maybe plan your next date a little more though”

Remus nodded, eternally grateful for the suggestion. He followed Roman as he flipped through his clothes. Roman sighed again.

“You're so lucky I saw his outfit and know it isn't too regal, otherwise I would make you push it to later and buy you new clothes. Here, how about this?”

He pulled out his skull shirt, some ripped jeans, his leather jacket, and his fingerless gloves. Remus smiled.

“He's not against punk?”

“Of fucking course not, did you not see his outfit yesterday? He's a baby pastel punk. He thought you looked good yesterday, he’ll think you’re the sexiest mother fucker tonight if I do this right so get changed”

Remus did so, not caring enough to be modest as he changed in front of his brother. They'd seen each other in less, it didn't matter. He grabbed some socks as well for the outfit, pulling them up before tugging on his jeans. He carefully pulled his shirt over his head, keeping it from hitting his face. He was swinging his arms through his jacket when Roman grabbed his arm and dragged him back to the proper part of his room. He sat down and Roman ruffled his hair before grabbing his hairbrush. 

“Ok so we’re making this look decent. Ok so you’ve got the fucking fade done, so how about the nice swoop?”

“I have no idea what language you're speaking”

“Okay it was a rhetorical question anyways. Lemme grab my gel”

Roman poured a decent heap of gel into his hands, rubbing them together before raking them through Remus’ hair. He then took his comb and moved his hair all over to the right. He pulled a few strands free to fall in his face then pulled away and smiled as he wiped the excess gel off with some wipes. He gestured to the mirror next to Remus and once he looked at it, Remus was once again astounded.

“Roman what the fuck kind of sorcery?”

“I'm a theatre major, I dabble in makeup and hair”

“Dabble???”

“Oh honey you should see Patton at work”

“Roman, grab my docs”

“Which ones?”

Remus knew that while a valid question, it was also meant to tease and he narrowed his eyes at him. He pointed at the ones still on his shelf that had skulls. He rarely wore them, and was ecstatic at having the chance to. Roman brought them to him and he slipped them on with practiced ease.

“I think you owe me for this”

“If I give you Logan's number will we be even?”

Roman sputtered and blushed but nodded shyly. Remus grinned. He texted Logan to get his ok, which he got instantly, then sent the number to Roman.

“There you go! Now, I have a date to get to!”

“You have his address?”

“Of course not”

“You fucking spoon. I’ll text it to you”

“At least I’m not gaysexual”

“What the absolute fuck did you just say?”

“Spoonsexual?”

“Leave before I break your fucking neck”

“Fair, have a nice day”

Remus pulled up to Janus’ dorm room expecting many things. None of which he got. Janus was dressed in a black crop top with a turtleneck, a high waisted pastel yellow skirt that reached his mid thighs, and soft yellow thigh high socks. He was wearing bright yellow converse and had a golden flower headband. Remus thinks he might’ve died and gone to heaven. When Janus gets in his car he finally tears his eyes away as he goes to start driving again.

“You look nice Jan”

“As do you”

Remus avoids speaking, hoping that Janus will start talking and getting more anxious as he doesn't. Janus is playing with his skirt wait, his? Is his still a thing?

“Might I ask if you're still using he him pronouns?”

Janus looks up suddenly and smiles as a blush forms on their? Face.

“Oh, yeah, he/him all around, they them is good as well, but yeah”

“Ok cool”

“...I’m sorry I’m being so awkward, I'm a little on edge”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Not in the slightest actually. Um, where are we going?”

“My two brain cells fucked off and didn't think of that until about an hour ago, but Roman told me you liked olive garden so we’re going to olive garden”

Janus giggled and god if Remus wasn’t already gay, he wouldve been the ambassador of queerland to hear that again. He smiled and sent him a quick look, feeling his cheeks darken as he saw Janus looking at him.

“That sounds great! So um, how's the musical going?”

“Hm? Oh, it's going well. Uh, sort of. I've gotten a bit stuck on the script, and Roman’s hit a roadblock in the songs. I'm a little uh, let's say bad, at writing things like this. It's uh, it's far more tame than my usual stuff, but Roman isn't one for my more graphic shit, you know how it is. He's all unicorns and rainbows and im blood and porn, so writing something he would like is tricky to say the least. It's far easier to just translate all my night terrors and intrusive thoughts to paper than to actually be creative”

“Well, your night terrors and intrusive thoughts may be you know, normal or whatever to you, but I'm sure your writings about them are just as good! Creativity takes many forms and seeks different inspiration! I would love to see more of your writing, if it's ok with you?”

“Oh, no they're, they're shitty, you don't want to see them. They're about eldritch monsters and serial killers and they're really bad, I don't want to subject you to that”

“Nonsense! Like I said, I'm sure they’re amazing! But if you're uncomfortable showing me, then that's ok too”

Remus shuts up, avoiding the end of this conversation. Except he digs absently in the back seat and pulls out a notebook, handing it to Janus.

“It's filled with them. It's my last notebook, I suggest you just borrow it and not try and read them over dinner. Some of them make me a little sick to read. But uh, yeah. Go ahead”

Janus looks at it, the little doodles that are sprawled over the cover, and then looks at Remus with his eyes filled with stars. And Remus almost crashes, he’ll admit it, but that is a look that no one has ever given him before and he might actually die this time. They're at olive garden though, so he gets out and rushes to the other side to open the door for Janus who giggles again.

“So where'd you come up with the idea for the musical?”

Remus looked up from his food at Janus. Janus had his hands pressed together and he looked insatiable for answers. He smiled, licking his lips before explaining.

“When me and Roman were kids one of our favorite movies was the nutcracker. Around the same time that he said he wanted to write a musical, our uncle took us to the ballet of the Nutcracker live, it was our Christmas present from him. It was, well it was magical. So that was part of it. But like, as a kid I always loved reading. I found that I had loved some characters more than I had loved anyone outside my family. I had crushes throughout my life, but none of them really worked out, so I ran back to stories, it gave me something permanent and I dunno, I had a recurring dream where I would wake up and the hero or villain of my favorite books would be there and would love me. It's uh, it's a bit pathetic now that I say it out loud”

“No! Its, cute”

Janus was leaning on his hand as he stared and listened to Remus, moving to be more attentive in his posture, both arms on the table, with an insistent look on his face at Remus’ last words.

“It's not pathetic to want to be loved! It's hard to feel like you aren’t. I used theater as my escape from my shitty situation, and now I'm in college spending more money than I will ever use on anything else to pursue my escape as my reality. Sometimes it seems silly, but it makes me happy, so it's not useless. I mean, what other group would look at some guy with scars enough to play Deadpool who wears frilly skirts for fun and accept him? Definitely not any group from my home”

Remus frowns a bit.

“Anyone with half a brain”

Janus smiles at him.

Remus was dropping Janus off. He did not want to be dropping him off, he wanted to be taking him home and talking mindlessly for hours about nothing and everything, but Janus had to go, he had a shift in the morning. And Remus did as well, but all he could think of was how wonderful the night had been, and he didn't want it to end. They were standing outside, had been for a while, both of them trying to drag this out. Janus shivered and Remus immediately toar off his jacket and wrapped it around his shoulders. Janus was blushing again.

“You don't have to do that, I'm right outside my door!”

“Yeah, but this way I have an excuse to see you again”

Janus smiled and shuffled slightly. He mumbled something incoherent and Remus’ eyebrow rose.

“What was that?”

“I would really like to kiss you, if that's alright?”

Remus felt his skin burning at the question. He nodded, leaning down to kiss him. It wasn't fireworks. It was a chocolate fountain, soft and sweet and smooth, and they were pulling away and Janus looked completely blissed out. Remus felt the same way as he leaned back against the car again. He smirked and gestured to the dorm.

“You should probably head in, it's getting late”

“Yeah. yeah I should. I don't want to but I should. Um, I'll see you again?”

“That jacket is too expensive to leave with someone I don't plan on seeing again”

Janus smiled and nodded. He finally turned to go inside, and Remus waited until the door shut behind him to get back in his car and drive home. He starts the ignition as his phone rings.

“Roman holy shit Roman I’m in love help”

“Of course you are”

“Roman he wanted to read my stories”

“Well yeah, he's already shown interest in your writing-”

“No but the dark shit Roman, the nightmare fuel the terrors and murderers and the dark gritty shit I never show anyone”

“Yeah, he's really into that kinda thing. He's a fan of that genre”

“But he's, he's so soft!”

“Yeah, you only just got to his second layer of that, he's got a bunch of soft covering up the gritty fucked up interior. His words not mine. He's got some shit buried, Patton knows a bit more than me, but he really tries to keep that hidden. I knew you two would hit it off, you're very similar”

“I want to know it all Ro. I want to know everything about him, I want to know what he's afraid of and what his parents told him before bed and what dreams he has and what makes him tick and god I want to kiss him forever and never stop”

“That is the sappiest thing you've ever said. Want some coffee?”

“It's almost midnight”

“Did I stutter?”

~

Roman was distracted. He was at work, so he really shouldn't be, he didn't really have the time, but he and Logan had been texting since Remus sent him his number, and Roman had caught feelings hard. He was super hot honestly, which was unfair Roman thought, he's half his size he shouldn't be allowed to be so attractive. But they had been sending selfies back and forth, mostly because they were both too occupied with their hands and Roman fucking adored it. There was one of Logan in a tie that was slightly loosened and he was giving the camera some sort of smoulder. Roman had decided after that to explain that he was working and turn off his phone. He went to the back of the shop to grab some replacement baked goods to bring up front and he thanks his years in dance that he didn't fall when he saw Logan at the counter. He was still in his polo and tie, but the tie had been tightened and he looks significantly more innocent than he did in the photo. Roman set down the boxes and moved to greet him.

“Howdy hot stuff, haven't seen you around here, what are you craving?”

Logan smirked back. Suddenly Roman was grateful the shop was in a lull, and he's sure Logan was too as he looked him up and down.

“Well, if we’re honest I'm in the mood for a tall cup of sexy, but it doesn't seem like you're on the menu, so I'll go with a salted caramel mocha. I think its a close second in sweetness”

Roman is completely red, very unprepared for any of what was said. Logan's smirk breaks into a smile and he laughs. And Roman quickly gets to preparing his drink before he combusts. He mutters the price quietly as he makes it.

“Aren't you supposed to have me pay first? Or am I being treated by a knight in shining armor?”

“You're going to give me a heart attack, I hope you know”

“You can't expect to tease me and get away without consequence can you? You'd have to take me to dinner first to get away with that”

“I did not tease you, if anything, you were teasing me, you foul beast!”

“Oh so me sending a picture of me in full clothes is teasing, but you in your gym outfit is just the norm?”

“Of course!”

“Mhmm. keep telling yourself that hot stuff. I suppose if I did the same, you would find no problem then?”

“Wha, you go to the gym?”

“Yes, it is healthy and I attempt to keep a healthy lifestyle. In a word… duh”

Roman felt warm all over again, far more attracted to the idea than he was consciously ok with. The two had been flirting incessantly, and Roman may have teased the poor nerd a bit, but he still didn't deserve this!

“So then if the price of free teasing is dinner, then how about dinner tonight?”

“Hmm, irresponsible to wait until the day of to ask someone to dinner, but I am free tonight, so consider yourself lucky. 7 work?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be waiting for your fine ass at 7”

“Oh dear, how have you ever wooed a woman? How dare you objectify me like I'm a hunk of meat?”

“You're definitely a hunk, that's for sure. A true himbo”

“Falsehood, I have a functioning brain, you are the himbo between the two of us”

Logan grinned at him as he finished paying and took his drink. He waved as he walked away.

“Seeya tonight sweetcheeks!”

Roman didn't know what he signed up for but he was so in.

“Yeah so you don't have to worry about dinner tonight, I've managed to seduce Logan into dinner with me”

“Is that how it happened? Logan told a very different story”

“Ok no, but don't let the truth get in the way of a good story!”

“Yeah sure whatever, I guess that means I'm getting the house to myself?”

“Yup! If jay comes over please try to remember our agreement and dont fuck in the common areas?”

“What? One, of course not, I’m not a heathen, and two, we’ve been on one date, I’m a gentleman, no sex until at least the third date!”

“Mhmm. likely story”

“Oh, and one last request, if shit happens with you two, don't tell me anything you wouldn't say in a pg13 movie. If it's worse I don't want to know, I still have to go to class with him on Monday”

“Deal”

“What's cooking good looking?”

Logan was stepping in the car and rolled his eyes at the line.

“No idea, you're the one in charge of food if I can recall”

Roman thinks it's very rude how easily the nerd can manage to take his breath away. He pouts a little.

“Why were you so shy when I first met you, cuz you obviously aren't”

“Nerves. I wasn't expecting to meet someone attractive when dropping off Remus’ belongings and I startle easily”

“Attractive huh?”

“Don't get too excited, if there's nothing else other than good looks I don't imagine this will go anywhere”

“Fair, I could say the same to you”

Logan sent him a sideways glance. He was also ungodly attractive. He was wearing a black v neck shirt, black jeans, and a blazer and Roman didn't think anyone could pull off a nerd look and be hot but counter evidence was sitting in his passenger seat. Roman was wearing white jeans, a simple gryffindor t-shirt, and his letterman jacket from his high school that was a nice red and gold. He also had simple makeup done, as well as his hair being tied back, leaving his bangs to frame his face purposefully. He was really hoping this went somewhere.

“So, where are we going, might I ask?”

“Depends, do you like Japanese cuisine?”

“Yes, I'm a fan of it, why?”

“Well it was between cheesecake factory and Benihana, and we have now decided”

“Benihana? Roman, that's really expensive, we don't have to go there, I know I joked about you buying the ability to tease, but you don't have to pour a fortune into a first date!”

“Nonsense! As you said, I teased you unfairly, consider it an apology and a bribe”

“...I can already tell that you're even more stubborn than your brother”

“We came by it honestly!”

“So you're a theater major right? So you do the big three, acting, singing, and dancing? I imagine you aren't a fan of writing considering Remus is writing for your musical, but do you do any traditional arts?”

Roman was mid bite of sushi when the question came. He set down his chopsticks and grabbed his napkin to cover his mouth as he finished chewing. He finally set it down and smiled.

“I am and I do, but I do enjoy writing, but it's garbage compared to what Remus writes. As much as I'm not a fan of his subject matters, his writing is undeniably amazing. My writing is very ah, fluffy. Not much sustenance. And like, fanfiction, but that isn't like, real writing-”

“Fanfiction is real writing. Every idea is based and influenced by countless things, sometimes without realizing it. Besides, it takes a lot of the most menial and boring part of the storytelling process out. Exposition is just as difficult to write as it is to read, in fanfictions you get to start right where the interesting part starts, no boring history that means nothing to the plot other than for throwaway lines. Sorry for interrupting I just have uh, I have strong opinions on the subject. Continue, please”

Roman might’ve gone red again but he was shocked at Logan's response. It felt… nice to have the validation in the writing he enjoys. He did however, go back to the original question.

“Um, and uh, yeah I do traditional art, I don't really get? Digital art? It's just confusing to me so I just do the bare sketchbook. I think I have some pictures of them on my phone if you'd like to see them?”

“I'm actually quite intrigued. May i?”

Roman grabbed his phone and pulled up his gallery, choosing his art folder and handed Logan the phone. He went back to eating as Logan scrolled through.

“You and Remus have such similar styles in art, I'm surprised. Definitely different tastes in what you draw, but the style itself is almost indistinguishable. Did you learn together?”

“Hmm? I mean, yeah sort of. We both drew a lot when we were little, but other than the little doodles in his musical notebook I haven't seen any of his art in years”

“Hmm. I suppose that makes sense, he's very secretive and protective of his creative works. I wasn’t ever allowed to see his writing until we were paired for a writing project. Creativity is incredibly personal, and while many seek validation and approval, he seems to fit the other type that fears rejection. I can assure you, his art looks a lot like yours but far more ah, violent. And usually a fair amount of tentacles”

Roman smiled softly, he was happy to know that Remus hadn’t stopped drawing. Logan was still swiping through, eating rather absentmindedly. Suddenly Logan sat up and Roman swore that his eyes glittered.

“Is this the Marquis de Carabas???”

Roman looked at the phone and indeed it was an image of his version of the character. He nodded and smiled as Logan smiled back.

“Yeah, I was messing with plague doctor masks, and I had just finished the book. He was always very birdlike to me, so I thought it fit”

“Roman this is incredible! His coat is perfect and, and his hat? Goodness, this is so pretty!!!”

“Meh, it's not my best. I drew Door as well, I think she's a better piece personally”

“I didn't take you as someone who would like Gaiman”

“Remus loves him and he's another talented author. Besides, Terry Pratchet was one of my favorite authors and I fucking love Good Omens. Oh and I grew up on Doctor Who so that also helped”

“You like Doctor Who?”

“Hell yeah! It's probably in my top favorite TV shows I've ever watched”

Roman was walking Logan to his door and they were still chatting when they reached it.

“This was nice Roman. Thanks for taking me out”

“My pleasure. I got to spend a nice night with a radiant man”

He smirked and was ready to watch Logan step inside when Logan grabbed his jacket and yanked him down into a kiss. He stood there with his arms awkwardly floating for a moment before he wrapped them around Logan's waist. It was quick, Logan pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked first I-”

Roman leaned back in, crashing his lips against Logan’s,and it felt like a forest fire. Logan wrapped his arms around Roman’s neck and smiled into it. It was passionate and wild and warm and Roman felt like every inch of his skin was burning and he never wanted to let go. They did though, and Roman stared a moment at Logan's face, admiring the blush that colored it. He knew he wasn't any better. They stayed there until Logan finally spoke.

“Do you um, do you want to come inside?”

Roman released him, and had to hold back a chuckle at the sad whine that left Logan when he did so. He leaned back in, placing a small kiss on his nose before stepping back.

“Sorry doll, not on the first date. ‘Sides, I have work in the morning. Maybe next time though. Text me”

Logan nodded and watched longingly as Roman got in his car and drove away. He sighed softly before stepping inside of his home, reminding himself to get another date with Roman, and soon.

Roman was about to shout about how his date went when he walked in, but he saw the lights in the house were all off. He walked to the living room and cooed at the scene he was greeted by. Remus was sprawled over the couch, one leg on the floor and one arm over the back of the couch, and Janus laying on top of him, curled up small with his head over Remus’ chest and Remus’ other arm wrapped protectively around him. The two were both passed out and Roman chuckled. He went to his room and came back with a blanket to cover them with before going to his room to sleep as well.

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request: Can you please write something where Shawn drunkenly confesses his feelings for his best friend? thank you, love your writing!

a/n: this might be my favorite thing i’ve ever written, hope you like it too. requests are open!

warnings: drinking i guess?

You knew that coming to the party was a bad idea. Every single person around you was wasted out of their mind, Shawn had disappeared the second you entered the house and there were too many flashing lights for you to concentrate on your thoughts.

 “Y/n!” Candace’s excited voice filled your senses as you felt a hand grab your elbow, spinning you around, “Dance with me!”

 You debated saying no for a few moments, before deciding to at least try and have a good time. You took her hand, letting her spin you around.

 You recognized the song that was playing, letting the alcohol course through your veins as you sang along to the tune. You moved your hips, trying to copy some of Candace’s movements.

 You let your head fall back as you watched the illuminated ceiling, the different colors clouding your mind.

 The songs changed, but you and Candace stayed on the dance floor for what seemed like forever. You grew to be more confident with your movements, the dancing becoming relaxing. You let your impulses take over, seductively twirling your body.

 “Where did you learn to dance like that, angel?” You felt hot breath on the back of your neck, making you spin around to face your best friend.

 Shawn’s breath smelt like shit and he seemed to be rocking on his feet, it was obvious he had been drinking.

 “You okay?” You leaned into him as his arms wrapped around you.

 He hummed, his body sculpting into yours, “Can we go somewhere?”

 You nodded without hesitation, letting him take your hand and lead you through the mass of people. You walked up the stairs of the frat house and down the hallway, into one of the rooms.

 You were shocked to see how organized the space was, not expecting a frat boy to have a room like this.

 “This is Bryan’s room,” Shawn’s voice answered your thoughts as he threw himself onto the bed.

 You walked along the bookshelves, your fingers grazing the spines of endless classics, all neatly stacked, “I didn’t know Bryan was this into books.”

 Shawn threw his head back as he laughed, the sound causing butterflies in your stomach, you loved being the source of his laughter, “Angel, Bryan’s a lit major.”

 “Oh,” you mumbled, your cheeks suddenly hot.

 “Come lay down!” Shawn shouted excitedly, snapping you out of your thoughts. You grinned, Shawn was a lovey/cuddly drunk, in the years of being his best friend, you had learned how to live with it.

 Hold him until he falls asleep, don’t let him ramble too much, remember that he’s only doing this because he’s drunk. You repeated your mantra as you fell down on the bed next to him.

 He rolled onto his side to face you, his hand falling over your stomach, “What are your goals in life?”

 You laughed, “Where is this coming from?”

 He shrugged, his eyes shimmering in the dimly lit room, “Just answer the question.”

 “I don’t know,” you answered after a few seconds, “getting my degree is definitely the most prominent one right now. What about you?”

 “Well,” he smiled lazily at you, “I want to pet dogs and also buy food for dogs.”

 You couldn’t resist the laughter the bubbled out of you, “Really Shawn?”

 When he didn’t answer you turned your head to face him, laughter dying down as you noticed his gaze on your face, “What?”

 He was silent for a few seconds, “I love your laugh,” it was so quiet, you barely heard it.

 You felt your breath catch in your throat as he brought his hand up to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. He had always been touchy with you, maybe a little too touchy. Calling you angel and complimenting you endlessly, but it was something you grew accustomed to. You knew he didn’t mean it. But this, this was different. The look in his eyes was so pure and vulnerable that you almost wanted to look away, but you couldn’t physically bring yourself to.

 “It would be so easy,” he whispered after a few seconds.

 “What would be?” You hummed.

 “Letting go of you,” he mumbled, “not being in love with you anymore.”

 Your heart plummeted into your stomach, every single one of your senses suddenly on high alert. You propped yourself up onto your elbow as you looked down at him, “What?”

 “Oh, you didn’t know?” He chuckled slightly, his head falling back onto the bed, “Well I am, have been for a while too.” He spoke decidedly, almost like he has said those words a million times.

 You were silent as he hummed, tapping his foot on the wooden floor, his long legs falling off the bed, “For years actually. I honestly can’t remember a time I didn’t love you.”

 “Shawn..” your voice was hoarse, your thoughts running a million miles a minute.

 “Sh –” He brought his finger to your lips, “You don’t have to say anything, just thought I should finally tell you. Feelin’ particularity brave tonight.”

 His hand fell down onto the bed as he closed his eyes. You could feel tears slowly forming in your eyes, he had just said the words you had prayed for years to hear, but he was drunk. He was undeniably, irrefutably drunk.  

 You listened to his breathing soften as he slowly fell asleep. You sat up, suddenly dizzy, your mind bustling with thousands of emotions. He loved you? There was no possible way.

 If he loved you then why did he ditch you at the eighth grade formal to dance with Dina Beckett? If he loved you then why did he date Martha Morison freshman year, after taking your first kiss during a game of spin the bottle?

 You let yourself look down at him. His sleeping frame moving up and down as he breathed softly. He looked so peaceful, his beautiful face frozen in a calm expression, his mouth slightly open. He didn’t snore, Shawn Mendes was too perfect to snore. You had to resist the urge to move that single curl out of his face, but instead, you forced yourself on your feet.

 You moved to the leather armchair in the corner, taking the folded blanket off the top and placing it gently over his body.

 You debated lying down next to him, letting his hands wrap around you again as you fell asleep, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Instead, you plopped on the armchair, trying to make yourself comfortable enough to spend the night.

 Sleep evaded you for hours as you lay staring at the ceiling. You thought about all the times that Shawn had previously tricked your weak mind into thinking he felt for you, only to completely abandon you in moments you needed him most.

You let yourself think about things you previously refused to open your mind to. Maybe it was the alcohol that was making you dizzy, but you were slowly letting yourself believe that maybe Shawn was telling the truth.

 You slipped out as soon as you saw the first signs of sunrise through the opening of the grey curtains. You took one last glance at Shawn’s form and hurried out of the room.

 You spent the entire Saturday trying to piece together why you weren’t answering Shawn’s calls, why you weren’t running to him and confessing your love, and finally getting what you want. But it wasn’t that simple, you realized.

 You had been hurt enough times to know that you never got your way when it came to Shawn. There would always be another taller, blonder girl that would steal his attention for a few months, and then you would be stuck picking up the pieces.

 You decided that the best way to forget about him, at least for a few hours, was to watch the conjuring and letting your fear of it consume you.

 You were halfway through and immensely regretting the decision to watch it alone, barely able to look at the screen, when the doorbell rang, a small yelp leaving your lips. You hurriedly grabbed the remote to pause the movie and rushed to the door swinging it open.

 Your eyes drank in Shawn’s tall frame, his long legs in black jeans and his new leather jacket tight on his shoulders. Your eyes widened at the large brown takeout bag in his arms, “Shawn?”

 “I got Mr. Chang’s,” he said, pushing past into the apartment, “I know you like Chef Chu's better, but they were closed.”

 You were stunned as you closed the door and followed him into the living room where he was already setting up on the coffee table.

 He gazed up at you as you sat next to him, a smile on his face, “The conjuring huh? Didn’t know you were brave enough to watch by yourself.”

 “I’m not,” you couldn’t resist smiling back at him, “To be honest, I’ve haven’t really been watching.”

 “I figured,” he smirked, his eyes traveling over your smaller frame, “Is that my hoodie?”

 You blushed as you turned your head to the side, “Yeah – it was cold, so I just threw it on.”

 “Don’t lie, angel,” you felt him nudge your hip with his hand, “It looks better on you, anyway.”

 “It does, doesn’t it?” You tried to act as normal as possible, glad to see him laughing.

 “You want to keep watching?” Shawn asked, motioning to the paused movie.

 You shook your head sheepishly, “No, let’s watch something lighter.”

 “Iron-man?” He asked, already flipping through Netflix, knowing your answer would be yes.

 You squealed, grabbing your plate of food and leaning back onto the couch, “Hell yeah!”

 He pressed play, looking back at you once and chuckling to himself, before beginning to eat as well.

 You let watching Tony Stark distract you from the fact that Shawn hadn’t mentioned the previous night at all, proving your assumption that he was too drunk to remember anything he said.

 You stood as soon as the end credits hit the screen, Shawn flinching at your abrupt movements, “Aren’t you going to watch the post-credits?”

 You shook your head, “I’ve seen it a million times, plus I gotta clean this up.”

 “I’ll help.” He was on his feet before you could object, collecting the trash into the take out bag.

 “Thanks,” you said, picking up your glasses and heading over to the sink.

 “Can we talk about last night?” Shawn’s voice made you flinch, almost dropping the cups. You steadied yourself against the counter, refusing to turn around to face him.

 “What about last night?” Your voice was so low you were surprised that he could hear you. You could feel him come up behind you, his presence so close that he was almost pressed against your back.

 “Please turn around, angel.”

 You couldn’t help but obey, your body spinning into him, his face closer than you expected, only inches from yours.

 Shawn inhaled, his eyes meeting yours for the first time, “I need you to know, that I meant every word I said last night.”

 You felt dizzy, his minty breath mixing with yours, “You want to pet and feed dogs?”

 “Yes,” his body shook against you as he chuckled, “But more importantly, I love you.”

 He took your silence as a sign to keep going, “I’m in love with you. Have been since sixth grade when you tripped over your shoelaces trying to dance to Lady Gaga. I know I’ve just crushed every chance at us ever being friends again, but I need you to know.”

 His hand came up to cup your cheek, “I need you to know that yours is the face I picture when I wake up, and it’s your hand I want to hold when we’re walking through the city. I know I haven’t been the smartest in the past but it’s you, y/n, it always has been…it always will be.”

 You didn’t realize you were crying until his thumb wiped the fallen tear off your cheek, “Why are you crying, angel?”

 You sniffled, a laugh erupting from your lips as you wiped your eyes, “Shawn, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

 He chuckled, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into him, your palms on his chest.

 You stared at each other for a few seconds before his gaze traveled down to your lips, “Can I kiss you?”

 You laughed, stepping up onto your tiptoes to lean closer to him, “I thought you’d never ask, Mendes.”

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Lazy Day (UniStudent!Harry AU)

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Pairing: Unistudent!Harry x reader

Warnings: none, possible Call the Midwife season 6 spoiler

Word count: 2.3k

Author’s note: that pic really inspired me to write this. He’s just so soft and cuddly in it. Enjoy! :)

Synopsis: Unistudent!Harry and y/n finally have a free day together and decide to make the least of it.

“Babe, I’m completely content doing absolutely nothing today as long as I’m with you.”

“I know, but I know you like being active. We can do something if you want,” Y/n said. She knew Harry could hardly go a day without his morning runs and workouts. It had been a couple weeks since they could actually hang out. They’d both been studying for finals and working.

They’d actually me at her job, a Starbucks on campus. Harry had walked in to order his usual tall vanilla latte. Harry thought the barista was cute and looked down at her name tag. “Y/n.” A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Y/n had seen him come in before and felt a surge of courage. After she’d taken his order, she wrote her number on his cup. The rest was history.

Today, a week before their finals started they chose to relax and recharge. Y/n showed up at Harry’s apartment at 10:00am at his insistence. “Wanna be with you as long as possible all day” he’d said. She brought face masks and nail polish with her. She knew he said he would never let her paint his nails, but maybe today he’d allow a bit of clear polish.

He answered the door in her favorite casual outfit of his. It was a simple Calvin Klein sweatshirt and black jeans, but y/n loved it. She also loved stealing that sweatshirt to steal, so she was conflicted sometimes. Should she wear it or let him keep it and wear it. She knew he didn’t mind when she stole his clothes. His sweatshirts came down to her midthigh and practically swallowed her torso whole, leaving just enough to the imagination, but also something to look at.

Y/n didn’t wait for him to say anything before walking straight in and giving him her best hug. He was just so tall, and soft, and cuddly, and a hug fromHarrywas exactly what she needed. Harry wasn’t surprised and just accepted her into his arms. The hug was a bit awkward with her backpack on, but he didn’t mind.

“I missed you, baby,” Harry said. She looked up to him and he moved his hands to gently hold her jaw and leaned down to kiss her on the lips. Before it could go too far, his cat, Luna, a calico, alerted them of her presence by loudly meowing and circling y/n’s feet as best she could with Harry in the way.

Y/n chuckled as they broke their kiss and bent down to give Luna a pet on the head.

“Hey, girl. How ya doing?” She said while petting her. “I missed you too.”

“I think she likes you more than she likes me sometimes,” Harry said. Luna rarely gave him that kind of affection, but couldn’t resist y/n. Not that he minded much, how could anyone not love his y/n?

Y/n stood up and tied her checkered vans off as she said, “don’t worry, it’s true. Luna loves me more” with a smirk.

“Ha ha ha, you feel proud of yourself, don’t you?” Harry said as he picked her up by the waist and began to walk toward his living room. Y/n didn’t bother resisting and wrapped her legs around his waist. She loved it when he picked her up and carried her.

He sat on the grey couch with a small thud and leaned back.

“Let get this off,” Harry said as he tapped the straps of her backpack at her shoulders. She took it off and dropped it to the floor, then immediately moved to curl into his lap. That was one of the things Harry loved, her height. She was so small compared to him that she could comfortably sit in his lap, sleep on him, or get a piggyback ride with no problems.

“What’ve you been up to?” He asked as he let his arms fall to rest on y/n’s lower back.

Y/n shifted to look him in the eyes and said, “I had the craziest dream about you last night. You wouldn’t believe it. I found out you were a porn star secretly and was so mad. I even threatened to call you mom.” Even though he was 21, the thought of y/n calling his mom to tell her that scared him a little.

That made his smile even bigger. Whenever she had crazy dreams about him they never failed to impress him.

“Really? I promise that I’m not a porn star, but if I were I give you full permission to tell my mom. On a completely unrelated note, I ordered a pizza. I know it’s early, but I figured you’d be hungry because you never eat breakfast. It’s a half sheet so we’ll have enough for later. I ordered it online and put that I wanted it to be delivered around 11:00”

“That’s perfect.” She began to reach up and gently play with his hair. “I still don’t understand how you look so cute all the time. I wish my hair cooperated like yours,” y/n said.

“I love your hair, even when it’s messy when you wake up. You are the cutest.”Harry said as he pulled on one of her curls a little just to watch it spring back. Her hair always smelled like Shea Moisture leave in conditioner, and he loved it.

“I look like a raccoon when I wake up”

“Well, then you’re the cutest raccoon I’ve ever seen,” Harry said before leaving in for another peck on the lips.

“I brought face masks, even the charcoal one you love.” Y/n knewHarrywould be excited about that. He wasn’t particularly into more skin care than necessary, but doing face masks with y/n was so fun to him.

“Really? That exactly what I need. Pizza, face masks, and a pretty lady.” He pulled y/n even closer to him and hugged her. “Today will be great.”

“Yeah, I also brought nail polish.” At thatHarryquirked an eyebrow up.

“I’m not letting you pai-“ he started.

Y/n gave Harry her best puppy dog eyes and poked her bottom lip out a bit.

“Please? It’s just clear. Just keep it on for today.” She asked. Harry wasn’t very keen on it, but her cuteness pushed him over the edge.

“Fine, only clear,” he sighed. At that y/n got off of his lap and grabbed her bag.

“Perfect. I’ll do your nails while our face masks dry.” She began to walk toward his bedroom to get to his bathroom but turned around when he didn’t follow. She smiled and said “Come on, slowpoke,” before continuing walking.

Harry got off the couch and walked to follow her. “I don’t know why I agreed to this,” he said with a slight chuckle.

Y/n had gotten the tube of face mask, applicator, and clear nail polish out of her back by the timeHarrymet her in his bathroom. He was already wearing a headband to keep his fluffy hair out of his face.

They washed their face at the sink before she applied it to both of their faces. Harry wasn’t allowed to anymore since he’d gotten a bunch of it in her hair a couple months ago.

After washing her hands to get off any of the leftover face mask y/n lifted herself to sit on his bathroom counter and unscrewed the polish bottle. Harry was stood between her legs while he grabbed his left and began painting the mail on his thumb.

“See? It’s not so bad,” y/n said. Harry hated to admit it, but it wasn’t entirely terrible.

Harry smiled and said, “yeah, whatever.”

Y/n continued painting his nails and by the time she was done their face masks were ready to be peeled. That was Harry’s favorite part. Y/n would never understand how he likes it. It hurt so much and it left his skin red for a few minutes. She always took much longer than him to peel hers because she could barely stand the pain, but he practically just pulled it off. When they were finished they washed and moisturized their faces.

As if on cue his doorbell rang. “That should be the pizza,” Harry said as he readjusted his headband.

“Ok, I’m just gonna get this stuff cleaned up,” y/n said.

Harry gave her a kiss on the cheek before saying, “thank you” and going to open the door.

Y/n finished putting her stuff back in her bag and walked back out to seeHarryhis kitchen counter grabbing napkins. They put a few slices on plates before heading to the comfy couch to watch their favorite show together, Call The Midwife. When she had first suggested it all those months ago, y/n was surprised thatHarryknew about and like it. It was their show even if they had different opinions on the outcome of some things.

“I can’t believe Trixie broke her engagement with Tom. They were such a cute couple!”

“No way, they couldn’t have worked out, y/n.”

By the second episode, they were both out like lights. They were spooning with y/n using his bicep as a pillow. In this groggy haze, Harry had pulled the blanket on the back of the couch over them both.

It wasn’t until Luna realized that her lunch was late that she meowed enough to wake them up. Harry checked his Apple Watch to see that it was nearly 3:00.

“Baby, wake up. We’ve been asleep for a while,” Harry said as he rubbed y/n’s back gently. She softly grunted and tried to turn her face into the couch. Harry smiled and whispered, “I’ll take you for ice cream if you wake up.”

At that y/n opened her eyes. He knew she could pass up the opportunity of rainbow sherbet.

“Promise?”

“I’d be a monster to say I’ll take you for ice cream then not do it.” Y/n giggled at that and sat up to give Harry a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ve just gotta feed Luna, and then we can leave,” Harry said as he stood up. Luna followed on his heels. Y/n got up after and went to his bathroom to fix her large and curly bun.

By the time she came out Luna had eaten and was already in her harness and leash. WhenHarrygot Luna as a kitten she had so much energy that he had to take her on daily walks. As she’s grown up over the past two years her energy levels have gone down to those of a normal cat, but she still gets grumpy if she doesn’t get her walk.

“You ready?”Harry asked. He had put on a pair of Adidas tennis shoes, ruffled his hair, and fixed his headband.

“Yeah, I’ve just gotta grab my phone,” she said as she walked back to the couch to grab her phone off of the coffee table.

They walked hand in hand as Luna enjoyed her time outside. It was nice for each of them to just be in the presence of the one they loved while just experiencing nature. It had rained the night before, so the air was fresh without all of the pollen in it. The only sounds were their feet on the sidewalk and the occasional gust of wind.

“What do you wanna do later? I was thinking more pizza and a movie,” Harry asked.

“Sounds great to me,” y/n said. “We can watch Avenger: Endgame if you want.” She knewHarryhad been wanting to watch it again for a while.

“Yay, it’s like three hours, so that’ll give me a lot of time to cuddle you.”

“You’re cheesy, you know that? But I like it.”

“I know you do,” Harry said with a wink.

They got to the ice cream shop and Harry tied Luna’s leash to a chair on the patio.

“Be a good kitty, we’ll be right back,” he said with a pat to her heard.

They ordered their usuals. Chocolate forHarryand rainbow sherbet for y/n. They’d decided to stay and sit outside on the patio. Luna later in the sun while y/n andHarrytalked about their upcoming week.

“I’ve got work after class tomorrow, Wednesday, Friday. I’m working on Saturday too,” y/n said.

“Yeah, I’ve got work tomorrow, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday. Maybe we can do something on Thursday? Study or something?”Harry suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds good to me,” y/n said as she finished her sherbet. She bent down to offer Luna the last little drop of it, which she accepted happily.

OnceHarryhad finished his ice cream they began the walk back to his apartment. It wasn’t a very long walk, but they walked slower to stretch it out. It took them about an hour to get back, instead of the usual 25 minutes.

When they got backHarrylet Luna out of her harness and leash so she could take a much-needed nap in her cat bed.

“I’m gonna put the pizza in the oven,” y/n said as she washed her hands at the kitchen sink.

“Sounds good, I’ll get the movie ready. And I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What is it?” she asked as she put the pizza into the oven.

“It would be a surprise if I told you, would it?”Harry called back.

Y/n let the pizza heat up for about five minutes, just enough to get it hot. She put enough for her andHarryonto a plate and met him in the living room.

They ate their pizza and watched Avengers: Endgame for another countless time. It was one of Harry’s favorites, so they’d watched it together many, many times.

Once y/n was finished with her pizza she put her legs across Harry’s lap and let him pull her all the way onto his lap. He rested her head on his chest and began to nod off.

Harry knew that she wouldn’t be able to stay awake for the whole movie and simply pulled they’re blanket from earlier back around her.

With a last kiss to her forehead, he layed back to finish the movie with her is his arms. This was his perfect day. A beautiful girl, a movie, and of course, pizza.

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Blue: The Dry Run

Rating: General Audiences Additional Tags: Monster Lover, Gender Neutral Reader, Asexual, Agender Demon, Demon Friend, Reader-Insert, SFW Words: 2135

Blue is anxious about going out among people openly for the first time, so their partner suggests a trial to help them feel less nervous: a petting zoo.

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“But what if they don’t like me?”

You sighed at Blue in exasperation. You were trying to convince them to come with you to one of your classes. Your young students often dealt with feelings of being different in a world that didn’t understand them, and you knew Blue understood that feeling very well.

“You’re blue and fuzzy, hon, they’ll love you. You’re like a giant teddy bear.”

“What if they’re frightened? I’m a demon, a creature, a… a thing. Won’t they be scared of me?”

“Of course not. You haven’t been out in hundreds of years, Blue. The world is a different place now. All kinds of creatures walk among humans these days. You’re not the only non-human out there. A handful of my kids are half-human. Orcs, werewolves, dragons, nagas, even other demons. Hell, my boss’s assistant is an incubus, for fuck’s sake. Openly! Like everyone knows he’s an incubus; he doesn’t even try to hide it. Everyone has to have a job these days, you know. And I think the kids would really like you.”

They were sitting scrunched up on the bed, twisting their tail in their lower pair of hands and looked down at themselves. “But… I’m naked.”

You folded your arms and smirked at them. “Now your grasping at straws, Blue,” You said. You turned and looked into your closet. “But if it’ll make you feel better…” You riffled through the rack with your lips pursed. “Hmm…you’re too tall for most of my clothes…” You said. “Oh, here we go.” You pulled out a long, pale pink sundress with yellow flowers. “My sister left this last time she stayed over. I’ve been meaning to send it back to her, but…”

You bid Blue to stand, and they stood up straight. You’re glad you made the decision to move to an apartment with vaulted ceilings so that they could stand at their full height. Their constant crouching was painful, even for you.

You put the dress up to their long, spindly body and considered it. “I think this would look good with your coloring,” You said. “It’s supposed to be ankle length, but I think it’ll be just over your knee. Would this make you feel better?”

They shrugged noncommittally.

You sighed. “Look, why don’t we try a dry run?”

“Dry run?”

“Yeah. Just go out. Nothing big. Maybe the petting zoo.”

“Petting zoo?”

“Yeah, it’s full of cuddly animals you get to play with.”

They gave you a flat expression. “I know what a petting zoo is, my love.”

You laughed. “I take my class there all the time. It’s great for trauma relief. The proprietor is a friend of mine, I can get her to let us in on the weekend.”

“What purpose would that serve?”

“You can play with the animals. Animals are a great judge of character. If they’re not scared of you, then the kids, who are old enough to be reasoned with, won’t be either. Come on, please? It’ll be like our first real date. We’ve never actually had one, for all the time we’ve been together. Please?”

You pressed your hands together as if praying and pouted a little. Blue squatted and sighed, taking the dress and pulling it over their head. Luckily, both sets of arms fit through the armholes. They looked silly and adorable in it.

“If it’s for you…” They signed reluctantly. “But I can’t promise I’ll enjoy it.”

“If you don’t, we’ll come home and I’ll never bring it up again. I want you to be comfortable, but I also think you’d really enjoy yourself.” You took their face in your hands and gently kissed where their nose would have been, if they had one. “There’s no reason to hide, Blue. This world is as much yours as it is mine and there’s no reason why you shouldn’t have everything you want from it.”

“I have you. What else could I want?”

You smiled and hugged them. “I love you too. But…” You sighed. “You’re immortal. Or, at least, you’ll live much longer than me. I want you to have something after… after I’m gone. I don’t want you to disappear again.”

They couldn’t argue with that, as much as they disliked the thought. They had been summoned to protect others before you, and had lost them all long ago. Despite never having revealed themselves to any of their prior charges, Blue always felt the losses deeply and had receded to the void after their deaths, waiting to be summoned again. Blue believed their only purpose for existing was to protect, but you were hoping to give them more than that this go round. They were more to you than a bodyguard or a guardian, they were part of your soul now. You loved them.

Blue couldn’t kiss you, as they had no mouth, but they nuzzled their face to your neck before pulling back and signing, “Okay. I’ll go.”

“You’ll love it. I promise.” You said, running a finger down the middle of their face. They did that strange smile that only involved their eyes.

That Saturday, late in the evening, you had made arrangements with your friend Lizzie for her to open the petting zoo for you simply so she could meet the elusive Blue you were always going on about. She admitted to you that she kind of thought you had made them up.

It was nearly midnight when you managed to get Blue, wearing the sundress, out of the front door. You promised to take all the back ways, so that they would be seen by as few people as possible. You assured them that it wasn’t necessary, that no one would scream or run from them, but they were still wary.

“Don’t look so worried, honey,” You told them, taking them by the hand and pulling them down the sidewalk in the dark just outside of the light of the streetlamps. “It’ll be fine.”

Blue allowed themselves to be lead by their hand, skulking behind you with their eyes darting to and fro.

“Lizzie is very nice, I promise. I’ve already told her all about you, so she knows what to expect,” You said.

“I doubt that,” Blue said.

“Blue, her husband is an onikuma and her best friend since childhood is a horned forest guardian. She’s really not going to be all that surprised by you.”

Blue shrugged and continued to follow you.

You walked up the steps of the community center and ignored the front door. All the lights were off except for the annex building where the petting zoo was kept in back. You skipped a little and pulled Blue forward, as they had stopped when they saw the light ahead.

“Come on!” You said excitedly. If they could have groaned, they would have.

Silhouetted against the open door was your friend, Lizzie, waving an arm over her head in enthusiasm.

Blue faltered in their steps, but you used your momentum to carry them forward. Blue was very strong despite the preternatural thinness of their body and extremities; if they really wanted to wrench themselves from your grasp, they absolutely could have. The fact that while reluctant, they were still complying, spoke to the level of trust they had placed in you. You hoped you weren’t betraying that trust.

“Hey, guys!” Lizzie called. Blue tensed but didn’t retreat.

“Hey, Lizzie!” You said in return, rushing up the stairs to give her a hug. You looked back and saw Blue lingering just outside of the light. “Blue, come on, she’s not going to bite you.”

“Unless you ask nicely,” Lizzie said with a grin.

Blue came forward slowly, fidgeting with their tail nervously.

“Wow, so this is Blue, huh?” Lizzie said, taking a few steps forward and putting out a hand. Blue eyed her warily, but took her hand in one of theirs and shook delicately. “I really did think you made them up, you know,” Lizzie added to me.

“Told you so,” I said.

“Yeah, you did,” Lizzie said, smiling brightly at Blue.

“Nice to meet you,” Blue signed after you nudged them.

“You, too,” Lizzie replied. “Well, ready to pet some animals?”

Blue nodded, the cascade of their hair shivering as they did so, and They followed you and Lizzie into the building.

Inside there was a miniature pony, a few pigs, a llama, some lambs, a goat, and a pen full of little rabbits.

“Ooh! Look, Blue! Bunnies!” You said, pulling them toward the pen. Picking one up, you set it in Blue’s upper pair of hands. Blue cradled it carefully, waiting for it to fight them or freak out, but it didn’t. It simply sat placidly in Blue’s grasp, nose twitching.

You took one of Blue’s lower hands and pulled it up, showing them how to stroke the bunny. When you let go, Blue continued on their own.

“See? Not so bad, right?”

Blue didn’t answer, just scratched the bunny behind its ear. They then knelt down and put their hand out, and the other bunnies came over and sniffed it curiously.

“Here,” Lizzie said, holding a cabbage in her hands and breaking off some of the leaves for Blue to feed to the rabbits. Blue took the leaves and held them out, and the bunnies flocked to them, much to their delight. Blue then sat cross-legged in the pen, surrounded by rabbits as if they were the bunny messiah.

“Cute dress Blue’s wearing,” Lizzie said in an undertone after you had retreated to give Blue some space.

“Yeah, it was my sister’s. I just forgot to give it back.”

“So, Blue’s a girl?”

“Nope.”

“A boy?”

“Neither,” You replied.

Lizzie scrunched up her face in confusion. “Well, I know you call them ‘they’ and all,” She said. “But… what have they got going on… you know… downstairs?”

“They’re an eldritch horror borne of the void, Lizzie, they don’t need to have anything ‘going on downstairs,’” You told her in a sniffy tone. “Besides, the only person who needs to be concerned about that is them.”

“Well, you’re together, aren’t you? Wouldn’t it concern you, too?”

“I’m a sex-repulsed asexual, Lizzie; it doesn’t make a difference to me what they may or may not have… physically. Blue is what they are and they don’t need to be anything else. It’s not complicated; they’re happy, I’m happy, and that’s what matters.”

Lizzie shrugged. “If you say so.”

Blue sprung up to their feet and trotted over to you, a small procession of bunnies following in their wake, and they smiled their eye-smile. They still had a rabbit on their shoulder.

“I want to pet the horse now,” they said.

It took another three trips to the petting zoo before Blue decided they felt confident enough to greet your class. You had also experimented with different articles of clothing, but Blue decided they liked the sundresses best. It allowed for freer movement, and they liked the way the fabric fell around their body. Halter top dresses worked best with their four arms.

While going to put away Blue’s new clothes, you hand touched a bag that you had stowed away in the closest nearly a year ago, the one with the bits of the bunny, Blue’s vessel.

“Whoa,” You said, holding it if for them to see. “I’d forgotten about this. Why did you rip this to pieces?”

“To get out,” They said. “Demons are physically trapped within the confines of their vessels. We literally have to ‘break’ free of them. I had no reason to do so before that night, but when I couldn’t discern why you were so distressed, I freed myself to try and comfort you better, though I seemed to have had the opposite effect.”

“Aw,” You said, hugging them around the middle. They’re lower set of arms wrapped around your waist while the upper pair settled on your shoulders. “It’s all good now. You’re a huge comfort to me, Blue.” You pulled up and looked at their face, frowning slightly. “I do wonder what you get out of staying with me, though.”

“I get love,” they said with their eye-smile. “That’s all I need.” They’d brushed their forehead against yours affectionately and you kissed their face.

The next day, Blue picked out the white sundress with the roses on it, their favorite, and shyly accompanied you to the school. They walked scrunched up at first, but when they saw other creatures, like demons, orcs, and beast-people, walking among humans, they straightened out a little and seemed a bit more eager.

When you got to the school, you introduced Blue to your colleagues, who greeted them warmly, which was surprising to Blue.

Outside your first class, you turned to Blue.

“Ready?”

They smiled and nodded.

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My Masterlist

The Exophilia Creator’s Masterlist

[undertalefan715]

Doing one of the ask lists for Joyce. :3 @createsy-muffin

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

Never held hands...

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Umm.. it kinda depends sometimes.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

Nobody rn.

4. Are you easy to get along with?

I think so.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

Well, one: I’m never gonna get drunk. two: I don’t think anyone would give a shit if I was drunk tbh.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Oh, Idk! lots.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

God I hope so..

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Umm.. you Joyce. heheh.. :3

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

It depends on the person I’m talking too.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Probably Spoony.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

“Jeez..”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Oof.. Idk it’s hard for me to choose songs. ‘cause there’s always alot. :’) 

Well um.. Never and 151 Rum from J.I.D, Chris Cornell’s cover of Billie Jean, Chum from Earl Sweatshirt, Hellboy from Trippie Redd, and Pink Maggit from Deftones.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

Omg yes yessss- (my hair is made to be pet and played with)

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Yeah. heh.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

(it’s not summer yet)

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

Ooo, yes. (I love to think aliens exist somewhere)

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

Nope.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

Yeah, they’re pretty nice and relaxing.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

Fuck no. ugh.

21. What are you bad habits?

I really don’t know.

22. Where would you like to travel?

Japan. one day.

23. Do you have trust issues?

At times. very very rarely though.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Playing guitar. :> (or taking a bath)

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My eyebrows, or my mustache. (mostly my eyebrows)

26. What do you do when you wake up?

Nothing. :/

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Idc. but I do wish I was a bit darker.

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

Spoony and Joyce.

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

...No. I could only wish though.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Eh.. depends.

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

Oh yeah. hahah.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

Oh, I really don’t know actually. but one of those celebrities would be Jason Momoa, ‘cause godDAMN he is fine. >u>

33. Spell your name with your chin.

.,I,KRF (omfg hah)

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

Nah.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

Oh definitely TV. if I lived without music, I’d probably die. lol.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

I don’t think so. no.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

“Awkward silence..?” then I laugh.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Strong, cute and adorable, beautiful and pretty, sweet and caring, affectionate and loving, very cuddly and understanding, kinda feminine, funny... heh.

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Ingles. (a small local store over here in NC. Idk if some of y’all are familiar with it)

40. What do you want to do after high school?

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Yes.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

Concentrating, or really upset/depressed.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

Yeah, sometimes. :3

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Ooo! outer space definitely! :00

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

Nothing. (or my mom lol)

46. What are you paranoid about?

Pretty much everything.

47. Have you ever been high?

No.

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Nope.

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Uhm.. not necessarily. 

50. What was the color of the last hoodie you wore?

Idk.. black? (everything I wear is black lol)

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Sometimes. not often.

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

I wish I wasn’t so depressed all the time...

53. Favorite makeup brand?

I don’t do makeup.

54. Favorite store?

Guitar Center. (lol..)

55. Favorite blog?

Idk.. I have lots of faves on here. ;-;

56. Favorite color?

Black and red. (so edgy)

57. Favorite food? 

Doesn’t really matter but, probably pizza tbh.

58. Last thing you ate?

Salisbury Steak and Macaroni.

59. First thing you ate this morning?

Idk. cereal?

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

Idk, I don’t really compete.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

Idk. and if I did, it was probably for something completely ridiculous I didn’t do, or didn’t mean to do.

62. Been arrested? For what?

Nope. (again, am gud boyo)

63. Ever been in love? 

Yeah...

65. Are you hungry right now?

Nah.

66. Do you like your Tumblr friends more than your real friends?

Hell yeah! (I don’t even have any friends I know irl)

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter of course. (the fuck is Facebook)

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Uhm.. Tumblr.

69. Are you watching TV right now?

Bob the Builder. (don’t judge me) (also 69 heheheheheheh)

70. Names of your best friends? 

Orion, Joyce, Rivers, Sam.

71. Craving something? What?

Nah.

72. What color are your towels?

Umm.. beige and a.. dry-ish looking pink.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

About 4 or 5.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Sometimes. :’3

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

Oof, alot. :’)

75. Favorite animal?

Goats. :33

76. What color is your underwear?

...Black? (weird question but, alright)

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Depends, but I’ve always liked vanilla.

78. Favorite ice cream flavor?

Pretty much anything with cookies in it.

79. What color shirt are you wearing?

Dark blue.

80. What color pants?

Black with red stripes.

81. Favorite TV show?

Right now, it’s Umbrella Academy.

82. Favorite movie?

Pretty much any Pixar film.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Haven’t watch either. and I don’t think I will.

86. Favorite character from Finding Nemo?

Idk umm.. Gill maybe?

87. First person you talked to today?

Either Galexion or Joyce.

88. Last person you talked to today?

I think, Spoony.

89. Name a person you hate?

*sigh* Idk.

90. Name a person you love?

Pretty much all my friends. :’))

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

One of my sister’s “friends”. she’s such a fucking bitch. a fucking snake.

92. In a fight with someone?

No.

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

I don’t think any.

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

Again, I don’t think I have any. (of my own, that is)

95. Last movie you watched?

Oof, I don’t know.

96. Favorite actress?

I don’t really have one.

97. Favorite actor?

Again, don’t really have one.

98. Do you tan a lot?

Nah. (I’m as white as a ghost actually)

99. Have any pets?

2 cats. :3

100. How are you feeling?

Okay. (tired though)

101. Do you type fast?

Sometimes. not alot though.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

Yup.

103. Can you spell well?

Nope. hahah.

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Yeah.. sometimes..

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

No..?

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

I-I hope not...

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yes! I was REALLY young though. :’)

108. What should you be doing?

Lots of things... u_u

109. Is something irritating you right now?

No.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

Yeah...

111. Do you have trust issues?

No. but rn someone is really testing my trust.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

I... I’m not sure.

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Idk, I can’t really remember rn...

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

The furthest I’ve been is tennessee. and that’s right next to us. lol..

115. Do you play the Wii?

Yeah. (I have different 3 Wii’s actually lmao)

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Yeah. Love Hurts. from Incubus..

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Fuck yeah!!!

118. Do you like Chinese food?

Not really.

119. Favorite book?

Oof.. Idk.

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

No, not really.

121. Are you mean?

I... probably am rn...

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No. never.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Shoes?

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

Of course. heheh. uwu

125. Do you believe in true love?

Ofc! >u<

126. Are you currently bored?

Yeah. :T

127. What makes you happy?

Goat boys, my friends, music. etc.

128. Would you change your name?

Nah, I like it. :3

129. What your zodiac sign?

Aries/Pisces cusp. :>

130. Do you like subway?

Nah.

131. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Well, I’ll probably have the same feelings. heheh.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

(didn’t I do this one before?)

133. Favorite lyrics right now?

“Pardon me, while I burst a flame, I’ve had enough of the world, and it’s peoples mindless games.” - Pardon Me from Incubus. (and lots of other lyrics, but that one is stuck in my mind)

134. Can you count to one million?

Hell no. lmao

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

Pretty much all lies I’ve told. (I can not lie for shit. which can be a good thing I guess)

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

I like them opened, but sometimes I gotta close them ‘cause of my cats. :T

137. How tall are you?

5′8.

138. Curly or Straight hair?

“Straight” hair.

139. Brunette or Blonde?

Brunette.

140. Summer or Winter?

Idk.. I think winter. uwu

141. Night or Day?

Both. but mostly night sometimes.

142. Favorite month?

March. :>

143. Are you a vegetarian?

Nope. lmao.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Milk or white chocolate. dark has always been kinda gross. Idk.

145. Tea or Coffee?

Neither. hot cocoa. :3

146. Was today a good day?

Eh. it was a day.

147. Mars or Snickers?

Eh. neither really.

148. What’s your favorite quote?

Ah.. Idk. I can’t really think of any...

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Sometimes. :0

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? 

Um... I can’t rn. it’s a bit late...

[mydearestreaderfanfics]

Revenant and Romance (Keith x Reader)

Warnings: injury (not serious)

Word Count: 2,839

Prompt/Request: Eleventh day of the October Special: Ghost Hunter.

Summary: The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum offers many experiences to, say, a medium or a ghost hunter. Maybe it also offers something for those who may not have been looking for love, but are bound to find it anyway.

Author: Mod Alex

Keith Kogane, also known as Ghosts and Dog, was an overnight YouTube sensation. His videos almost always seemed to have some kind of encounter, although none of them were deemed proof enough for the skeptics. He was also respected by the online community for never staging the sightings, only capturing the proof that actually showed up. His voice was pleasant and he always did his research, retelling the history behind each place while he filmed. He also always had his dog Kosmo with him which was a major bonus. You’d been a fan for as long as you can remember, even before he became a trending channel. He had inspired you to try and contact ghosts too, just in a different way. You'd always felt the presence of ghosts, only now you'd managed to successfully communicate with them, aiding them in finding their way to the other side. You'd even become confident enough in your abilities to start your own channel.

Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum was his next destination. He’d visited Mothman’s hometown because cryptids, obviously, so while he was still in West Virginia he figured he might as well stop by one of America’s most haunted locations. His next video was due any day now too. “Come on, Kosmo, we gotta hit the road.” “Awroo?” “I know you wanted to find Mothman, I did too, but we have to upload something eventually.” The blue-tinted wolfdog bumped against Keith, whining. “I’ll get you some treats for the road.” This bribery seemed like enough for the oversized dog as he made a beeline for their truck.

Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum was going to be your magnum opus. If you could help even so much as one of the tortured souls in the asylum then you’d be happy. Keith hadn’t done any videos on it and as far as you knew he didn’t have any plans on exploring the property anytime soon, which was a plus. At least you wouldn’t be labeled as a poser by the people of YouTube for “stealing his idea”. You’d be allowed to explore the asylum freely with no accusations of being unoriginal.

You pulled in at the front of the building, surprised to see a truck already there. When you called the day before you’d been told they weren’t having any tours and that there shouldn’t be any employee vehicles except in the back. So who did this truck belong to? Perhaps one of the employees had accidentally parked there? You shrugged it off and grabbed your backpack. Inside, the asylum looked just how you’d pictured it. Paint chipped brick walls with questionable stains. Ah well, you didn’t go to these places for interior design tips. You decided to get a feel for the place before setting up and actually trying to contact the dead.

You’d only made it to the second floor when you heard someone talking. You crept towards the noise expecting it to be one of three things: a security guard, some random kids in search of trouble, or spirits. What you weren’t expecting to find was your favorite YouTuber in the middle of recording. You paused and he did too upon noticing you, which was a bad idea because, like you said, he was in the middle of recording. “Eep! Sorry, I wasn’t aware there was going to be anybody else here. I’ll just be going.” You moved to turn around when you heard Keith call out for you to come back. You did so, albeit hesitantly. There was your literal role model and you waltzed into his recording like a dunce. “Are you with the staff?” He seemed genuinely confused. “No?” His confusion only increased from your answer. Before he had a chance to ask you any more questions Kosmo bounded over to you, knocking into your legs and making you fall back, he then proceeded to lick your face and nuzzle against you like you were his best friend. “Kosmo, you can’t-,” Keith began. You laughed, petting the larger than life dog. “Hi, cutie. You’re a cuddly pupper aren’t you?” “Kosmo.” Keith whistled and Kosmo went bounding back toward him. “Sorry about that, he doesn’t realize how big he is.” “You got up, brushing the fur off your clothes. “No worries, he seems really sweet.” You knew he was really sweet, you’d seen how adorable he was in Keith’s videos. “So you said you weren’t part of the staff?” “No, I’m here to investigate.” “They told me there wasn’t anybody else here today.” “I was told the same thing. You can imagine my surprise when I saw you.” “Grr-bork!” You two were interrupted once again by Kosmo who was barking in your direction. Why? Just seconds ago he was cuddling you like there was no tomorrow. You held your hands up as the wolfdog approached you slowly, hunched and growling. You gave a quiet yelp as he lunged, tensing for the impact. Except it never came. He had landed and began barking like crazy in the space just past you. A translucent figure stood before you. He grinned, pleased that you could see him. His expression sent chills down your spine, something about him was very off. “Kosmo, what are you doing?” Oh, right, he couldn't see the ghost, like Kosmo and you. Perhaps if you walked away the spirit would follow you and leave Keith and Kosmo alone. Just as you turned to leave you felt something sharp rake across your arm and growl ‘get out’ in your ear. Kosmo’s barking got louder and he ran in circles around you like he was trying to protect you. You lifted your sweater sleeve, relieved that you weren’t bleeding, however there was five red welts. Once the spirit was gone Kosmo sat at your feet whining. “Thank you for trying, sweetie. Don’t feel bad, I’ve dealt with worse.” “What? You understand what Kosmo’s trying to do?” “Um, yeah? I mean, sorta.” “He does that with me sometimes… What was all of that?” “I’m not sure if you’d believe me even if I told you.” “Try me.” “Alright. There was a ghost and Kosmo was trying to keep him away. It didn’t work and the ghost did what most malevolent ghosts do and scratched me in an attempt to get me to leave.” You shrugged, hoping what you said came across as you not being delusional. “Wait, you could see the ghost?” “Maybe…” You’d seen Keith get excited before on his videos, but never to this extent. He practically had stars in his eyes. “So you can actually see ghosts?” “I mean yeah.” “That’s fantastic, would you mind sticking around for my video.” “Wh-what? You want me to be in your video?” “If you are okay with that. I’m Keith by the way.” “I know, I m-mean… Sorry I just, I’ve seen your videos before, that’s actually part of the reason I’m here. I wanted to help the ghosts.” You expected him to get mad, but instead he just smiled. “Great, so you already know how this goes.” “Oh yeah, I guess that’s true.” He waved you over in front of the camera. You hesitantly walked over to him, awaiting his instruction. He picked up shortly before where you had walked in, pausing to declare he had a special guest. “This is…” “(Y/N), pleasure to be here.” You waved awkwardly at the camera. “They’re here on ghost hunting business too.” “Ghost helping actually, I am a medium.”

Keith alternated between filming while he explored and exploring freely without worrying about the camera. You may have liked his on-camera persona (which wasn’t terribly different from his real identity), but his real-self was much more appealing. He seemed less tense, freer to express himself. He was more charming than you’d originally thought, and, truth be told, you had a teensy crush on him and him being genuine only heightened your feelings. Not that you were about to act on them, that would be completely inappropriate. “Do you see any other ghosts?” He interrupted your train of thoughts. “No, but I do think I hear a kid laughing.” You riffled through your bag, grinning when you found what you were looking for: a toddler-sized xylophone. “A xylophone?” “Yup!” You followed the sound of laughter, finding yourselves in a room. On the floor was a child no older than five. It broke your heart that this child, practically still a baby, was stuck here. “Hi, would it be okay if we joined you?” The kid looked up surprised that you could see him. “U-um, okay.” “Thank you. Would you like a new toy?” His eyes lit up. “You have one? I don’t get any new toys. And most people who come here are really mean.” “We aren’t mean, don’t worry. Here.” You placed the xylophone in front of him and he eyed it curiously. “You hit the little stick against the bars and it makes music, try it.” “Okay.” Keith watched as the toy seemingly played on its own. The little boy looked up cheerfully. “This is fun!” You smiled, happy to bring cheer to the ghost child. “What’s your name? Mine is (Y/N), and this is Keith.” Keith waved toward the wall and you had to redirect his hand in the right direction. “I’m James. My mommy and my friends called me Jamie, though.” “Well, Jamie, would you like to try and move on?” He froze. “Everyone who moves on doesn’t come back…” If he could, his eyes would be filling with tears. “Hey, hey, shh shh shh. It’s okay, you don’t have to. I just thought you might want to cause it’s much more peaceful than this place.” Jamie opened his mouth to speak again, but heavy footsteps interrupted him. He shrunk back with even more fear. “I- I have to go.” He vanished. “What’s going on?” Keith tapped your shoulder as he asked the question. Apparently, he heard the footsteps too. “I've got a bad feeling about those footsteps. Jamie said he had to go because of them.” “Jamie?” “The ghost boy.” “Oh.” “Yeah, come on!” You grabbed his hand, running out the door, but just as you made it to the hallway, the source of the footsteps caught up with you. It was a man, different from the one you'd seen earlier. He was dressed in an old-timey doctor apparel and looked sadistically pleased to have spotted you both. “Patients aren't supposed to fraternize.” “We aren’t patients.” “Oh, then the press then?” His expression turned much darker, “We were not notified that anyone from the paper would be here today.” “We aren’t from the paper.” “In that case, you must be dropping off a new patient, let me see him then.” He reached for Keith and you stepped in front of him protectively. “Kosmo, get Keith out of here.” The dog barked his affirmative and began tugging at Keith’s jeans away from the ghost. “Noncompliant guests will be subjected to medical inspection.” He grabbed your jaw so tight you could tell there would be bruising later. “You seem like an adequate patient. What kind of treatment might you need? Perhaps a lobotomy, the chair? So many options…” You shoved him which proved to be futile as your hands just passed right through him. Meanwhile, Kosmo was making very little progress with Keith because he kept trying to get back to help you. “You have no power over me, Doctor, I am not a patient and you have no right to harm me.” He frowned, before grinning, showing bright sinister teeth. “We shall see about that.” Still holding you by your jaw, he pulled you along. Keith finally got past Kosmo and ran to help you, he caught your arm just before you turned the corner. “They’re with me! Get away from them!” Somehow Keith’s pull had loosened you from the creepy doctor's grip. It gave you enough time to run. The three of you ran all the way to the room you found Keith in originally. You’d lost the doctor for now.

Jamie reappeared as Keith and you were recording; while he only showed up as a questionable blur on the camera, you could see him clear as day. Keith recorded for a minute longer before stopping so that you two could speak to him. “Jamie, it’s good to see you again.” “You and your boyfriend got away from Dr. Franklin, that’s good.” “Yeah the do- Wait, he’s not- we aren’t.” “What did Jamie say?” “Oh, he just said that he was happy we got away from the doctor back there.” “Was that all?” “He may ormaynothavecalledyoumyboyfriend…” You mumbled, making it hard for him to catch what you said. “What?” “He thought you were my boyfriend.” “Oh.” Keith blushed and looked away. “Sorry did I say something wrong?” “No, it’s okay, it’s just we are only friends.” Barely that. “Oh, okay.” A childishly mischievous look flashed over Jamie’s face briefly before he wandered over to Kosmo. After that, you couldn’t hear what he said. Kosmo barked, however, so apparently, he heard Jamie. Before you knew it Kosmo was nudging you towards Keith. “Kosmos, what are you, oof.” After an especially hard nudge, he managed to knock you off balance and straight into Keith’s arms, or more accurately onto Keith’s chest. He caught you, scolding Kosmo while doing so. He wasn’t making any move towards letting you go, though- not that you were complaining. You were sure your face was the same color as the blood you’d seen on Doctor Franklin's clothes. Maybe not the most appealing description, but it seemed accurate. “Um, Keith. Can I move?” “Hmm? Oh, right! Sorry.” He let you go, wringing his hands awkwardly once you'd taken a step back. Were the ghost and the dog trying to play matchmaker? Was it working?

The daylight was fading quickly and the spirit activity was quickly becoming overwhelming. You'd had to dodge Dr. Franklin a handful of times and Jamie had since gotten other children ghost on board the S.S. Make Keith and You Fall in Love. Between the romance fueled shenanigans you’d managed to work information out of the ghosts, after all, you had promised yourself you'd help them pass on. From what you’d gathered, Jamie was ready to move on but was too afraid of the unknown to pass on alone. Another kid, the ghost of a young girl who was tied to this plane of existence because of her grisly murder offered to move on with him if she could. All you had to do was tell the world who killed her. She told you the name and you promised to pass it on and find proof for her. That was good enough for her. All you had to do now was convince Jamie. “Jamie, can I talk to you for a second?” “Sure.” “I know you didn’t sound crazy about the idea at first, but Lilly offered to cross over with you so you weren’t alone.” “I don’t want to go! It’s scary.” “I know, but don’t you want to see your mommy again?” “Mommy will be there?” “Of course, sweetie, and I’m sure she’d be so happy to see you again. And then you wouldn't have to worry about Dr. Franklin anymore either.” “I wanna see her again, but what about you and Keith?” “What about me and Keith?” “Who will make sure you two end up happy too?” “I knew you were the one doing this.” “You both are nice, I wanna help.” “I'll tell you what, if you agree to cross over, I’ll ask Keith if he wants to go get coffee with me.” Jamie crinkled his nose, “Why coffee? That’s icky. And also that’s not what I mean.” You got down on his level and whispered. “Go get coffee is like adult code word for go on a date.” “Whoa, adults use code words? Like spies?” You laughed, “Yeah, like spies.” “OK, but you have to ask him first.”

“Keith, can I ask you something?” He was tinkering with his camera which seemed to have stopped working. “Yeah, what is it?” You steeled your nerves as best you could which wasn’t very much. “Would you like to go get coffee with me, after this I mean.” His eyebrows raised in surprise. Had you been too bold? “That sounds nice, actually.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jamie raise his thumb in approval and you laughed inwardly. Who knew a ghost boy would make such a good wingman? As promised, Jamie and Lilly starting to pass on, hand in hand. As they did, they got fainter and fainter, and the energy they gave off became less and less obvious until- nothing. You smiled softly. May they rest peacefully. “Are you ready?” “As I’ll ever be.” “You’re the one that asked me out-” “I was making a joke, of course, I’m ready.” You and Keith, much like Jamie and Lilly, also left the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum hand in hand.

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ncfan listens to The Magnus Archives: S1 EP017 (’The Bone-Turner’s Tale) and S1 EP018 (’The Man Upstairs’)

Body horror and another episode that reminds me of Ito Junji’s work. Not a good pair of episodes for people with weak stomachs.

No spoilers past Season 1, please!

EP 017: ‘The Bone-Turner’s Tale’

- Sebastian’s gushing about the power of books is kinda sweet, though the power we see displayed in this episode is anything but. (And I happen to have in my possession a few books—not first editions, of course—that have outlived the societies that produced them, so I get the wonder on that account.)

- And Michael Crew (mentioned in ‘Page Turner’) has snuck another Evil Book into an innocent Chiswick library. What the hell, man?

- And we get static when Jonathan reads out the title of the book—‘The Bone-Turner’s Tale.’

- Jared Hopworth sounds like a piece of work, though the fact that he still seems so fixated on a guy who was his friend and now he seems to want to believe he hates is a little… sad. I doubt Sebastian felt much, if any, sympathy for him, but I suppose that as a listener, I can feel sorry for him. Or, at least, I feel sorry for him now. All sympathy dies soon.

(And I’ve since learned that I was mishearing the name ‘Gerard Keay’ as ‘Jared Key.’ Personally, in Sims’s voice the names ‘Jared’ and ‘Gerard’ sound frankly identical, but okay. I’ll call him ‘Gerard’ from now on to avoid confusion.)

- And we have an intermission and our first proper introduction to Elias, where he proceeds to tell us just how badly Jonathan’s first attempt to interact with a statement giver went. And that the creepy, creepy Lukas family is one of the Institute’s patrons. I’m sure that’s not a bad sign at all.

- “I’ll… be more lovely.” No, you won’t.

- Yes, I’m just sure Martin’s off sick. Normal sickness, being shut into your apartment by a living hive of flesh-eating worms.

- Sebastian, I understand not wanting to create unnecessary drama, but it might be better to tell your coworkers if someone’s harassing you if you think there’s any chance he might drag them into it as well.

- It’s odd that Jared would walk off with the book even if he seems a bit frightened by it. Some sort of compulsion, perhaps? Or maybe he’s run into Michael Crew before and recognized a book that had once been in his possession.

- The thing with the poor rat is the reason why I will not be revisiting this episode, not unless I just do a big re-listen of the series in general. It’s also the thing that completely evaporated my sympathy for Jared (Even before we saw what he did to his mother). That was his pet, an animal without any significant ability to hurt him in its own defense the way a cat or a dog could. It probably trusted him unhesitatingly, didn’t even consider Jared might hurt it until he did. And I know a lot of people don’t like rats, but tame rates make for really cute, cuddly, affectionate pets. I do mean affectionate—they have the same capacity for empathy and bonding with owners that cats and dogs possess. And Jared did that to it. I will not go out of my way to listen to this episode again for the very simple reason that animal cruelty, especially cruelty towards your pets, turns me right off.

(I probably would have scooped the rat up and taken it to the vet once I realized it was a tame rat. Of course, given the state it was in, probably the only thing the vet would have been able to do was euthanize it so it wouldn’t suffer any more than it already was. But I can understand Sebastian not wanting to pick up a strange animal.)

- I can understand Jared’s mother taking her anger out on Sebastian. It’s probably a lot safer being angry at him than at Jared, considering the new skill Jared’s picked up. I note we never see her again after she presumably steals the book to take it back to the library. I doubt that bodes good things for her fate.

- We get static again when Jon reads out the title of the book.

(I listened to the first episode again today, and there was static when Jon read out the “Can I have a cigarette?” spoken by the entity of the episode, too.)

- I was curious as to whether pseudo-Chaucerian tales were a thing, and sure enough, it turns out that during the Medieval era it was for a time the fashion to write pseudo-Chaucerian tales in an effort to “finish” The Canterbury Tales. Some people decided to add on to the Cook’s Tale, which Chaucer died before he could complete, or to write new ones whole-cloth. One is called The Plowman’s Tale, another is called The Tale of Beryn.

- It’s a pity the thing with the rat affected me the way that it did, because the rest of the story is quite engrossing.

- And ‘The Bone-Turner’s Tale’ is so evil it makes other books bleed. That’s… definitely something.

- And we get static when Sebastian describes the books bleeding.

- Sebastian pointing out how ambiguous it is as to whether the bone-turner is traveling with the other pilgrims or if he’s just following (stalking) them feels… right, for this kind of series. Horror thrives on ambiguity, on puzzles where there’s just enough empty space or there’s a couple of pieces missing, so we don’t know what the whole picture is supposed to look like.

- The fact that the technical quality of the prose is mediocre is oddly hilarious. Because, you know: evil book that gives people the ability to manipulate bones.

- More static when Sebastian quotes the book.

- Why am I not surprised it’s a Jurgen Leitner book? From now on, I’m just going to assume that any weird book that shows up in this series is a Leitner book.

- The description of Jared’s “modifications” is excellent. Especially the extra limbs and the ribcage modified to be a mouth. Pushing the boundaries on what counts as human, aren’t we?

- I wonder how Jared was running. Was he scuttling along like a giant spider, or something?

- I do wonder what the cops (and the library staff, for that matter) thought about the bloody books. How do you look at something like that without having some kind of comment?

- And Jonathan is predictably rather ill with the thought of another surviving Leitner tome having slipped through the cracks.

- Yeah, Jared attacked and mangled Sebastian so severely that he died, and had a closed-casket funeral. I really doubt Mrs. Hopworth is still with us.

EP 018: ‘The Man Upstairs’

- Here’s another one that reminds me of Ito Junji’s work.

- I understand that in the U.K., the floor numbers in buildings go top-bottom, instead of bottom-top. At least, that’s the impression I’ve gotten. So the fact that Toby Carlisle is said to live on the first floor I take to mean that he lived in what in the U.S. would be called the second floor.

- The smell Christof associates with Toby in the beginning—a combination of pavement after rain on a hot day and spoiled chicken—makes me wonder when exactly Toby started nailing up the meat. Did he start small at first, so that you’d only notice if you got a whiff of it through an open window or door? Or was it his association with the entity in question that made him smell like that—did he just carry the odor of decay with him wherever he went?

- It’s interesting that Toby did the hammering meat onto the walls once every two weeks, on the dot. Did he have a schedule he had to keep to?

- The description of the carpet in front of Toby’s door… ick.

- Interestingly enough, I think we got a little bit of static when Toby said “What do you want?” Do the distortions extend to human agents of the entities we’ve seen in the series?

- Oh, God, I’ve finally figured out what the viscous, off-white liquid seen in the episode is. It’s liquefied fat, isn’t it?

- The plumber’s visit… You know, my senior year working towards my anthropology degree, the washing machine in the dorm above the one my roommates and I lived in broke down and flooded the upstairs dorm—and ours, too, eventually. I can’t begin to describe how fortunate I feel right now that the only thing that came pouring out of the light fixtures in the kitchen was soapy water.

- The interior of Toby Carlisle’s flat, this is what reminded me of Ito Junji’s work. Can’t you just imagine him drawing something like this? I’m pretty sure he has drawn something at least vaguely similar to this before; I’d go and check, but that would require me to look at it again, so no, thank you. (I think it was in a oneshot manga called ‘Greased.’ Only vaguely similar, but way too similar for me to want to look at it.)

- The description of the flat is actually quite good. Probably the only reason I can deal with it is because I don’t have to look at or smell it.

- Was… Toby trying to summon some kind of meat entity with this nailing up meat all over his flat? Was that why the meat thing with all the eyes was in the kitchen? And I suppose it just sort of winked out of existence when it realized it had been spotted.

- “It opened its eyes. It opened all its eyes.” I’ll… just leave this here.

- It’s interesting that the cops, the fire department, and the hospital all give such different accounts. I would have liked to see what the inconsistencies entailed. I feel like that could be very telling.

- I’m glad Christof got some counseling.

- I think the stinger in this episode is the best one up so far. Where was Toby getting all the meat?

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Bughead Family Discord Member Spotlight

Graphic by: Katie ( @betty-cooper )

This week the spotlight is on Bridget (@duskyblossom)! Click the read more link below to get to know our member!

Spotlight by Mila, @jughead-jones

Bridget | @duskyblossom

Name: Bridget

Age: Old enough to do Lego.

Location: Somewhere in this crazy universe.

Any other languages aside from English people can contact you in?: I would say a little bit of French but probably best not to haha.

Favourite Riverdale characters and ships?: Betty, Jughead, Cheryl (after she reconciled herself), Mary, Midge (rip), Valerie (somehow fell off the face of the earth?), Fred! My favourite ships are definitely Bughead and Choni, they’re just so adorable!!

Favourite moments from S1 & S2?: My favourite episode was 2x09 because of how the writers executed it, I know a lot of people disliked it but I thought the storylines in that made sense (Not because of the lack of bughead, I liked the actual CONTENTS and not just the shipping aspect.) 2x12 was also really good! In terms of bughead content,obviously 2x12 and 2x14 were the most bughead filled parts of Season 2, but I really liked 2x05 because man, that pulled at the heartstrings. Stuff like the ‘I believe you, Jughead.’ scene was what made Season 1 really cute in terms of Bughead. I also really liked the dynamic they had between Betty and Jug in S2.

What are your hopes for S3?: In terms of Bughead, I really want to see RAS giving them a chance to act like real teenagers not 25 year olds. I want to see them being all cuddly and just being happy for once!! I’m also super intrigued to see where the serpent storyline will go, and how Betty will interact with Gladys and Jellybean.

Other fandoms you’re into?: Nothing, really. I used to be a huge Hunger Games and Harry Potter nut, so you can still talk to me about those! I also LOVE The Office, it’s my other favourite TV show!

Something non-fandom you love?: Reading, art, and baking!

What are some of your favourite movies/TV?: Oh, BOY. This question is really hard. For TV, obviously Riverdale is my number one, but The Office US comes a close second. I got so invested in The Office and it was so difficult to see it end. For movies, the Sound of Music can’t really be beat in my books. It’s such a timeless classic that i’ve loved forever. La La Land is my VERY close second, that film was and still is the death of me. Lady Bird was an INCREDIBLE film, I really related to it and its bittersweetness and sentimentality! And classic musicals like Mamma Mia and Grease.

Favourite books?: I read a lot, so I’m so excited to share some of my faves! Obviously the Harry Potter series, that influenced me a lot. The Hunger Games trilogy was also really gripping and I loved that. The Sun Is Also A Star by Nicola Yoon was so enlightening and I loved that. The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Saldinger, such a classic and I loved the way it was written. Turtles All The Way Down by John Green is a really good book that brings light to mental health in a less harsh sense which is perfect for me. I’m also reading The Circle by Dave Eggers at the moment which is great so far!

Favourite bands/musicians?: I don’t really listen to anyone in particular, but my 2 favourites are Adele and Sam Smith.

If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?: I feel like everyone says this, but probably Harry Potter. I wouldn’t want to risk the chance of getting murdered in Riverdale tbh!

Favourite food?: This question is so so SO difficult but I’d have to say shoestring fries with aioli and a huge side of salad.

Favourite season?: Spring! All the flowers bloom and all the baby animals are born, it’s starting to get warmer but it stills rains! Everything about it is just wonderful.

Favourite plant?: Baby’s breath! It’s so delicate and sweet.

Favourite scent?: Starfruit or vanilla bean. Starfruit is such a fresh and pleasant scent, while vanilla makes me feel all cosy and calm.

Favourite colour?: Pink, pink, pink!! I love it so much.

Favourite animal?: Can I be boring and say dogs? I just love them.

Are you a night owl, an early bird, or a vampire?: Can I say none of these? I love sleep so mornings are not for me, and being a vampire is a big no-no. So I guess I would say night owl, as I’d rather go to sleep late than wake up early.

Place you want to visit?: All over Europe - it’s such a beautiful and interesting continent.

Do you have pets?: If you do, tell us a little about them: Yes I do! I have a schnoodle (schnauzer + poodle cross). He is the cutest little thing and always gives me snuggles even though he really just wants food haha. I love him to death.

Tell us a little about yourself?: I mean, what’s there to tell? Hmm… I guess I could say I’m a creative person. Work that I’m not inspired by is really difficult for me such as areas like mathematics or science. I’ve always been a creative soul, I much prefer the arts over sitting at a computer and typing equations or finding out molecular structures. That stuff just doesn’t interest me! I’ve always been a girly girl at heart, as I said before I adore the colour pink and cutesy things. Tying in with being a girly girl, I’ve been a hopeless romantic since I can remember. I feel like I always look at the idealistic side of things, which doesn’t help me being a perfectionist. To all the people who aren’t perfectionists, lucky you. It’s beyond frustrating when something isn’t how I want it to be. Making art and other things is a challenge for me, if I’m not completely happy with what I’ve done, I will throw it out. There’s a running joke that I’m not allowed to give up on a piece anymore because I’m that bad! I’ve always been super academic, I’ve never been one for sport as it doesn’t activate my mind as such. Although I must say, swimming is something I’ve always been good at. I’m such a water baby! I’m super in to fashion and photography, it really interests me how you can express yourself through simple things like what you wear. I think that’s it!

Fun or weird fact about you?: My pinky finger on my right hand moves completely on its own. I can move it up and down without any of my other fingers moving. I haven’t met one person who can do it too!

Asks for fanfic authors:

How long have you been writing?: About 3 years now!

Which is your favourite of the fics you’ve written?: Well I mean My Muse Yet My Saviour as that’s the only thing I’ve done in the bughead fandom so far!

Favourite fic/chapter/plot-point/character you’ve ever written?: Probably Chapter 9 of MMYMS. (Spoiler if you haven’t read it!) I was really glad I got to incorporate Jellybean into the story and write her out in my own way as I’ve seen other writers do before. I can’t wait to see how she’s portrayed in S3!

Which was the hardest to write, and why?: All of it, to be honest. Writing is difficult for me as I get bored easily with a lot of things and I have to push myself to put out the best content I possibly can.

How do you come up with the ideas for you fic(s)? (examples: Do you draw inspiration from real life? Listen to music? Get inspired by TV/movies?) Do you have an process to your writing?: Can I say my brain? I just make stuff up as I go along, and somehow make it work! There’s no rhyme or reason to my writing either - I just word vomit onto my document and then organise it!

Idea that you always wanted to write?: Just normal, teenagery bughead. I think that’d be adorable!

Favourite character to write?: Betty - she has so much versatility and you can create a lot of dimension with her!

Best comment/review you’ve ever received?: All of them. I’m so appreciative of all the praise I get, it really motivates me to create more content. Thank you to anyone who’s ever commented, I appreciate you!!

Best and worst parts of being a writer?: Best is probably having that creative outlet to share your work and ideas. It gives me a chance to share all my thoughts and feelings in a way and I love it! Worst is probably the time it takes. Mostly I don’t have enough free time to write and when I do I’m not in the mood. Finding that balance is really difficult.

Do you have any advice to offer?: Keeping working hard! If you don’t push yourself, your work won’t be of your best ability. Giving yourself a challenge shows off your skills and makes you work harder than before, which really pays off.

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This is the second instalment of Bughead Family’s Member Spotlight series. Each week, a member’s url is selected through a randomizer and they will be featured in a spotlight post. In order to participate, please join the Bughead Discord (more information found here). Thank you.