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[dre6ming]

Kiss it better

Part of “The delicate beginning rush” (click for the whole series) can be read in it’s own

Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warning: hard language, curses, aggression, mentions of blood, assault

Plot: while visiting Austin on set of the bike rides something not so great happens, that has Austin pull out his protective side

Word count: 1.8k

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A/n: this was a request so if you have some more feel free to send them to me

"Do you know how much I love you?" Austin asks, kissing my cheek, the facial hair he had to grow for the role making me giggle with the way it tickles my soft skin. "I think in might have and idea about it." I say, turning my head slightly and catching his lips in a warm kiss, tasting his breath on my tongue. My heart beats so fast I can almost hear it in my ears, as he adjusts his hand, to hold my lower back better making sure I don't fall off the bike. He's filming for the movie Bike riders and I'm just passing through, visiting for the month, which has been great since we often get to fool around the set in between filming.

 "I think I might go to your trailer and get some sleep, I'm kinda tired." I tell him, brushing my hands through his hair, pulling slightly at the root, making him groan. "Ok, want me to walk you?" Austin helps me get off the bike safely. "You think they'll let you keep it after you're done?" I ask referring to his bike, praying for a 'yes' "Probably not." He shakes his head and I pout, truly disappointed. "That's too bad, maybe I'll buy you one for your birthday!" I say absentmindedly, walking my hand over the handle of the bike. Austin chuckles, pulling me in a tight hug. "Ok sugar mama, if that's what you want to waste your pension on." He jokes shrugging his shoulders, making me laugh with my head thrown back. "Well baby, if you behave." His lips catch mine and I sigh into the kiss, biting his bottom lip, smiling when I hear him groan. 

"Ok I'm going now, you need to get back to work." I say, patting his chest. Austin opens his mouth to say something, but doesn't get to as he gets called back to set and I giggle at his frustration, going past him. I wink at him and get to walking to his trailer, already dreaming of the soft bed enveloping me whole. On my way, a dude I've never seen before, waves my way, nodding his head at me, a strange grin on. I can't lie, but I usually don't pay mind to such behavior, but somehow this interaction makes shivers climb up my spine and the hair to on the back of my neck to rise.

 "Hi gorgeous!" He approaches me and I try to act like I don't see him, taking a few steps to my right hoping he'd get the note and leave me alone. "Hey!" He whistles at me trying to get my attention. "You deaf or somethin girl?" He asks lifer coming my way. "I'm just not interested, ok can you leave me be?" I ask hoping he'll give up. "So what maybe I can change your mind, huh?" He says, coming my way aggressively. I feel my bones shake with fear and I try to move away from him, while trying to remember everything I learned in self defense class, but all that seems to be useless now. "I don't know you ok?" I say, picking up my pace, not running just yet, thinking if I should turn back where I came from. 

While I'm in my head sweating my decision, the guy catches my wrist in his hand and pulls me towards him. I wince at the way his grip on my wrist twists my joint and shoots pain up my arm. "Let me go!" I try to rip my arm out of his hold but, he's to strong. "Oh come on baby, just a kiss, maybe I'll grab a boob or two, they look gorgeous" my free hand goes to cover my chest and I look frantically around to see if there's anyone that can help me, but there isn't. Panic is high in me and the smirk the guy has on his face, makes my blood turn to ice in my veins. "Help, someone help me!" I shout as loud as I can, before he slaps me across the face. The hit takes me off balance and in doing so, he brings me flush to him, putting his hand over my mouth and the other around my waist. With my hands free I start to hit him anywhere I can, but he's big so he doesn't even budge. "You cunt! Stop fucking hitting me!" He growls at me, his spit hitting my cheek. 

I can't see anything, tears are flowing down my face and I'm struggling to breathe with his hand on my mouth. I can see all the ways this might go and I'm terrified. Suddenly I'm roughly shaken and he lets go of me, so I fall to the ground, my legs numb. "Shh , hey it's fine!" I hear a muffled voice say and I feel hands on my arms trying to grab at me, I scream and push away, closing my eyes, bringing my knees to my chest and crying. I hear a bunch of commotion around me, but I'm scared to move, so I just sit there, formed into a ball. 

I feel a set of arms wrap around me and I flinch away. "Shh baby, Y/n it's me, it's Austin." I hear softly and I lunch at him, throwing my arms around his neck, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "I swear to you I want to kill that motherfucker, I hope my fist fucking stays on his face for the rest of his scum bag life." He sounds so angry, but his touch is so warm and comforting. "I I I'm sssorry" I stammer from crying, nuzzling my face in his chest. "Don't you dare apologize. Come on baby, I'll lift you up." Austin says, hooking one arm under my legs and the other on my back. He lifts me up like I weigh nothing, kissing the top of my head. 

I hear the door to his trailer open and soon enough I feel the fluffy bed under me. His hands push the hair out of my face and he uses his thumbs to wipe my tears away. "I knew I should've walked with you." He says more, to himself p, giving me a good look over, anger intensifying on his face as he notices my red wrist and probably swollen cheek. "I should go back there and give that guy more punches to take home." I shake my head and take his hands off my face, rubbing his knuckles, frowning when I see the cuts and bruises on his hands. "Aus what did you do?" I ask my voice barely a whisper. 

"Some guy from sound said he heard some girl scream for help, my mind when directly to you, I hate that I was right. I ran and when I saw him grabbing at you, I ripped him off of you, got him to the ground and punched as hard as I could, I hope I broke something, maybe his nose" he takes his hands back and goes to the sink to wet a small wash cloth, bringing it over and wiping my face. "I'll change and then we can go back to the apartment ok? They gave me two days off." He says, placing another kiss on my forehead, then quickly undressing, putting the clothes in a bag and getting into his own. It only takes him a minute or two, but it feels like an eternity and I'm so happy, when he gets on the bed and pull me on top of him, arms tight around me. "I'm so sorry honey, are you ok?" Austin asks again 

"Yes, I'm fine, just a little shaken up." I say, grimacing when I speak since it hurts from all the screaming. "I think we should go by the medic, your cheek is pretty red and your wrist is bruising" he speaks softly, massaging my back. "I'm fine." I push hoping he'd drop if. "How's your hand, does it hurt?" I ask and push myself off of him, getting up from the bed and going to my bag to pick my balm for cuts and bruises. I take the wet towel and motion him to come sit at the edge of the bed with me. "Give me your hand." But he's stubborn. "I should be taking care of you, I'm fine." He argues, making me roll my eyes. "Aus, your knuckles are bleeding, please!" I plead with him and he finally gives in. While I work on his hands his lips kiss my face over and over again, making my skin feel warm and tingly.

 "I think if there's anyone that can kiss it better it's you." I admit, smiling, while I carefully apply cream to his bruised knuckles. He doesn't even flinch but I know they must be hurting. "Are you really ok? Please Y/n tell me, I promise not to go break his neck." Austin's nostrils flare up as his anger flashes back to him, and I sigh. "I'm not fine, I was so scared, I took all those self defense classes and I couldn't do anything." I feel tears in my eyes again and he places a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Come here, my darling love, I'm sorry you had to go through this, I'm here!" He assures me, pulling me into a breath taking hug. 

I breathe in his scent, feeling my muscles relax, the warmth his body provides being exactly what I needed. "Let's go home and get you a warm bath, hm? And then we'll stuff ourselves full of chocolate and ice cream, while watching Twilight!" I giggle at the plans he has made for the night. "I would love that!" I reply truthfully, leaning my head back and pulling him in for a kiss. Austin's lips are warm and soft and sweet, almost too familiar in taste. "Did you use my lip balm?" I ask licking my lips and looking at him, chuckling when he blushes. "Just a bit, maybe, no.." he defends himself, bringing me back for another kiss, one of his hands holding my chin. "Liar!" I say, before his lips crash onto mine. He giggles into the kiss, and his tongue, licks my bottom lip asking for permission, which I give delighted. Austin's tongue explores my mouth and his hands keep me close to his chest, so close I can feel his heart pounding. "I love you!" I say between shallow breaths. "You're my everything!" He admits looking into my eyes and I melt into the blue of his irises.

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[melodyssolarsystem]

MA*SK INTRO POST

my mixed unit between the tenmas and honorary tenma mizuki :)

formed via saki saying “man wouldn’t it be so cool if i could cover some of wxs’ or vbs’ or n25’s songs”. tsukasa heard this, did tsukasa things and here we are

n25 esque. they all use personas and fake names online so no one knows it’s them. it’s like that video of the people passing the ball around with the gorilla in the background - viewers are so focused on the characters they don’t realise that hey maybe that voice sounds familiar

covers songs that l/n, wxs, vbs and n25 have covered and their commissions. there is no mmj tenma so they cover a mmj comm every april fools

no unit leader. they literally cover whatever they want lmao

they do livestreams sometimes !! playing games, singing request streams, etc. they’d love to commission to have vtuber models but that shits expensive as hell so instead they have 2d images of their personas that change expressions when they talk (think krew videos)

the name had an evolution. originally it was just mask but tsukasa suggested an asterisk because it looks like a star and suggest extra information. toya also added that the M is for mizuki, A is for aoyagi, S is for Saki, and K is for kasa. saki wanted it in all caps because it looked cool and nothing else. so now we’re left with MA*SK

hopeM (mizuki)

makes the mvs!! duh

manages most social media stuff

has nearly accidentally leaked her identity once. she did this through calling saki enanan out of habit on stream

willowA (toya)

takes up drawing to draw the assets for mizuki. surprisingly good first try but there’s always the comments that say “wow the art is improving!”. makes him smile :)

helps saki with recording and mixing

they’ve nearly leaked their identities around 14 times. he was 10 of those

as much as it pained him he knew he couldn’t have his split hair in his persona because it’d be too recognisable. settled for highlights instead

blossomS (saki)

in charge of mixing and recording, but toya helps

was a major help in helping everyone deciding what their personas will look like

has nearly leaked their identity twice

was the one to request a jishmushoku cover. came up to tsukasa with the Tired Saki face. everyone was a bit concerned

her little digital mask’s expressions are all emoticons

pegasusK (tsukasa)

in charge of what songs to cover. group manger basically. people come to him with requests and he keeps track of what they’re working on currently and their list of songs to cover in the future

has nearly leaked their identities once

”i am a PRINCE.” he then gave himself a veil

[aki-shun]

Concubine Of The Red King [M!Reader x Riddle Rosehearts]

This may be the last request I write under my old system. New rules and lists will be arranged in the pinned post.

First This post was created by request.

Requester: @delightfulcupquakequeen

TW: Omegaverse, mpreg, there's a lot of time skips

You had tiring and busy days as Riddle's husband and the other king(?) of the country. Fortunately, Riddle kept you away from matters like politics and heavy management so that you wouldn't have too much trouble, and included you in the palace and some internal affairs that even you could handle.

These duties also include palace soldiers and servants. And these two cute idiots you follow. Ace and Deuce were among the new employees who came to the palace as guards under Cater, one of The Left Wing Guards.

And those two idiots might have made Riddle a little angry. By eating some tart. Oh, the expressions on those two's faces when they appeared in front of Riddle looked so innocent and stupid that you asked your husband to forgive those two.

You go behind the chair where Riddle is sitting and hug him from behind. In return, he kisses your hands and arms around his neck.

Is there something wrong, Riddle? [N] Those two fools drank coffee at afternoon tea time. It's tea time! [R] Ohh, honey, but those two were on night duty last night and had to stay on day duty today too. I'm sure it's to relieve their insomnia. [N]

They could also drink tea, why that dark bitter stuff..! [R] Maybe that's why coffee is said to be good for insomnia. gigles [N]

Hah, you always find something to defend these two. [R]

You've heard of the heat of Omegas or the heat of Alphas, right? For some reason, the nights were very noisy at that time :)

Now let's look at what we have: an out-of-control Riddle, a Trey trying to calm his King down, Cater finding himself in this situation when he comes to pick up his two idiot soldiers, two idiots who are excited to be so-called 'uncles'. Good luck.

No matter how much you like it when your strawberry man is fussing over you, this is only the 4th day of this poor pathetic panic and you're not sure if you can handle it for the whole pregnancy.

Riddle, can you give me back my papers? I can't do my job. [N]

You need to stop doing your work and lie down. If there is one thing you have to do, it is to rest..! [R]

What are you reading? [N] … Political science. Anyway, forget the book. Did you like the tart? Trey's mother made it for you. [R] Of course, his mother's hand is delicious as always. Here, have a slice. [N] No, it's yours and your baby's. [R] Riddle is just a slice. I don't think I could finish a whole tart. [N] No way, that's your- [R] Riddle, my dear, or do you want to upset me? [N] WHA- Just a slice. All the rest is yours. [R] Eat.it.all. [N]

Honey, it's only 3 weeks old. And just a few papers and documents. [N]

But these will tire you..! [R] My dear, nothing like this will happen. [N]

But this book does not say that. Excessive stress can cause premature birth or worse, leave a diseased mark on the baby. [R] Didn't I forbid you those books? [N]

But- [R] Riddle, those books are almost 500 years old. Of course, some of them may be real, but there is a doctor in the palace. If something happens, we call him. [N]

You should be stress free. [R] Your stress is what makes me stressed. [N]

… I'm not stressed.. [R] Yes you are, oh Big Seven. If anyone were to see us, they'd think you're pregnant. Now give me this book- [N]

After 5 months

Riddle prevents you from talking to most people (Ace&Deuce). No, he's not a yandere. He's just trying to stop you from talking to people he thinks will stress you out. As your belly grew so much, his panic also grew. He came up with a name for the baby according to the rules of the Queen of Hearts. Don't think that you can now do the things that you were able to do by forcing him out of your hands at the beginning of your pregnancy. It is strictly prohibited. You need to eat healthy and properly and get healthy air in as peaceful an environment as possible. Also, do not look at fire or anything similar for a long period of time. He read that such things change the baby's physical characteristics. Yes, Riddle is still reading those old books.

You don't know if it's a good thing to use Riddle's fears to get some control, but at least some things are under control.

Riddle's ear is on your belly. He gently caresses your belly with his hands. Hearing and feeling his child's first kicks makes him feel something.

I think he gets a little excited in front of his father.

Just like the baby's kicks, you could hear the excited heartbeat of your husband, who had a face as red as his hair. Riddle relaxes as time passes and the doctor confirms that you and your baby are healthy. Of course, we should not forget Trey's share in this. Cater does this by keeping Ace and Deuce away from Riddle as much as possible. Still, Riddle grew a little tolerant of the pair.

I didn't know that the king could make such a face when he was embarrassed~. [T] Trey..! What are you doing here..! [R] I'm here for King [name]. I brought the things he asked for from the chef. [T] Hmm? What did you want from the chef, dear? [R]

...

...

…

Riddle tried and failed to impose a kitchen ban. Of course, he withdrew this decision after you threw all the books in his library at his head. He loves you, but please, when you crave those things, please crave them in places where he can't see you. He can beg for it.

Are you seriously going to eat that thing? [R] (Name who eats lemon peels with 3 types of chocolate on top plus curry and chili peppers as decoration) Why would I ask the cook for something I won't eat?? [N] .. Doesn't look very healthy [R] Riddle, My Dear, nothing is too healthy. Besides, it's not me, it's the baby who wants this :( [N]

When that thing is born, it will learn from me personally what it needs to eat. [R] You're being rude >:( [N] I am not. [R] … [N] Ughmm I mean- [R] Do you think bell peppers stuffed with peanut butter and cheese and topped with plum marmalade are delicious? [N] …….. I- [R] TREYY I WAN- I MEAN BABY WANTS SOMETHING [N] You won't eat that thing >:( I don't want to lose my precious ones that are and will be. [R]

Of course, there are many difficult parts of pregnancy and some things are difficult for some people that they still can't get over… That's why we're skipping those parts because that's how this AU works :) (while looking at these topics on the internet, just in my mind it was like 'Why do you still want children despite this?!' So thank your mothers or omega fathers for having the courage to give birth to you, or not, I don't know)

*3.27 a.m.

Riddle..riddle.. [N] Wakes up Hah, did something happen?! [R] No, you didn't just say goodnight to me before going to sleep :) [N] Oh I'm sorry, good night my strawberry garden. Yawn [R] My water just broke :) [N] So good night…….WHAT?! [R]

The entire palace was awakened by the sound of Riddle running and screaming. You may have suffered from physical and partly mental problems of pregnancy, but this man suffered not only the mental problems of pregnancy, but also mental problems that were not in the pregnancy mental. These loads are too big for his body 😔

Just the facts, labor was painful. Don't expect anything, but if you keep pulling your husband's hair to ease your pain, your baby will have a bald father when he is born. Instead there's Ace and Deuce, pull theirs, Riddle thought, but then he knew he had to take on that role as a wife here so he didn't mind hanging on and going bald.

This is a girl, your majesty. [Nurse]

Hey, a light from the sky hits Riddle's head, what is this? Ooohh this is a 'Daughter Dad Personality Overload'. This is valid for all fathers. If your father is not one of them, the internet was probably cut off during the installation. Sorry :(

Ohm OHm anyway

This is my daughter.. I have a daughter. [R] Our daughter, we have a daughter. [N] Yes, yes it is. [R] … He looks like a red pepper, just like his father. [A] Ace! You're just insulting his majesty, just say she's little as his father! [D] Who let these two idiots in, they woke up the baby! [R] I think they woke up to your shouting.. [C] Did you say something Cater??! [R] I didn't even open my mouth.. Whatever he said, Trey said. [C] …. Really..? [T] It really looks like red pepper. [N] Dear, you to? :( [R]

And they left. And she came .. 🙄

I see that I am the last one to be informed about the birth of my grandchild. [R.M.]

Mother-in-law.. Good luck.

Riddle give me my grandchild. [R.M.] Uhm okay mom. [R] Your Majesty, do not forget what I used to be. [R.M.] Well..your majesty. [R] Hmm, what's its name? [R.M.] Rose, your majesty. [R] Hah, it's like a villager's name. Her name will be Garnet 6. Elizabeth Riddle Risel Brizar Gisel 5. Mary. [R.M.]

Your majesty, I think your grandson urinated on you. Most likely it means a NO to the name you gave it :) [N]

….

….

….

drip drip drip

As they say, the daughter attracts the father. The baby may apparently be riddle 2.0. But you shot that thing for 9 months. Of course she will look like you.

If you don't like this article, that's not my problem, okay? I was traumatized by the pregnancy video I watched. I need therapy.

And I hate her(the short kings mom)

[zeawesomebirdie]

Brudick Co-parenting + Batfam Shenanigans Rec List

Thanks to @holybatmandickgrayson for requesting this, and thanks for your patience while I put it together!! (And paging @steine-druff as per usual!) Dick acting as the defacto second parent in the Wayne household is one of the best brudick tropes, and it has my whole entire heart. And the batfam dynamic itself has so much potential and is a joy to read, especially when the common goal of teasing Dick about Bruce is involved!

These are in no particular order, but I've tried to organise them into general categories. The titles to each fic contain a link to it. A lot of these are on the shorter end of the spectrum, but there's a few longer fics included too! I hope you find something here that you haven't read yet!

Co-parenting

1. Till You Find Your Dream by Kyele [@timeforalongstory on tumblr]; rated E; no archive warnings apply; 177,062 words; 31 chapters; complete

Summary:

“You know, my child, that the orphanage cannot continue to support you once you become an adult.” The abbess sighs. “There is one path that is always open to you. You may choose a holy vocation, and take orders. The Sisters of Perpetual Grace will accept you as a postulant if you choose.”

Dick had known to expect this. “Thank you, Reverend Mother,” Dick says respectfully, “but I cannot follow that path.”

The Mother Superior nods. He looks unsurprised. “Then perhaps,” he says, “you would be interested to hear of another opportunity.” From the papers on his desk, the abbess removes a single sheet. “Are you familiar with Captain Wayne?”

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Dick accepts a position as governess to eight war-orphans, adopted by millionaire and WW1 flying ace Captain Bruce Wayne. The rest is inevitable.

Starting this list off with a bang, this fic is glorious! It's a The Sound of Music AU and A/B/O, and that sounds like a wacky mixture but truly this is one of the best co-parenting brudick fics I've ever read. It features beautiful sibling dynamics, Dick learning to function in high society at the same time as he's teaching the children to do the same, and the best exploration of gender and social roles I've ever come across. And the way the children come to accept Dick as their governess then protect him from being fired by Captain Wayne is utterly glorious!

2. The Fall of An April's Fool by Mysterious_Aud_Lou; rated M; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 3,967 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

All it took was one mission, one week, one bed, and one very tired mistake for Bruce Wayne to realize that he was in love with Dick Grayson.... and then came the fallout.

Bruce and Dick just came back from a mission in which they were fake engaged, and during that short mission, Bruce got a little too used to acting as a couple. Of course, the rest of the batkids pick up on this immediately, but luckily Dick is great at improv, and so this one has lived rent-free in my head ever since I first read it!

Damian Playing Matchmaker

Because I have a very surprising number of recs with this exact premise! These also sometimes double as co-parenting fics with the other batkids besides Damian too :)

1. Covet by resurrectedhippo; rated M; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 16,059 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Dick Grayson is an extension of Bruce Wayne. If there’s no Bruce Wayne, there’s no Dick Grayson. They struggle to exist without each other.

The entire world wonders if they have ever been separate people.

This one is a little bit of both co-parenting and Damian being the one to force them together. It features Bruce denying his feelings for a million years, Dick helping to train each successive Robin, and so much mutual pining it hurts (affectionate). And of course, Damian calling a family meeting to announce that Bruce and Dick will need to be wed over the summer, much to the shock of every other person in the family

And I'm adding a cut here because this is getting long, but I've got more under the read more!

2. Better than the Sweetest Dream by shield_of_selene; rated T; no archive warnings apply; 15,089 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Damian accuses Bruce of failing his Valentine’s Day duties; namely, romancing Dick Grayson. This starts a chain reaction that leads to exploding heart bombs, forced imprisonment, and wedding bells.

I love a villain who can commit to the bit, and the Matchmaker, a Valentine's Day themed villain, does not disappoint! This fic also features Damian having a better grasp of Bruce's emotions than Bruce himself does, which is always a delight to see!

3. To Court a Grayson by Mysterious_Aud_Lou; rated T; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 3,285 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Damian Wayne has always gotten what he wants, and what he wants is his father to realize that Bruce will find no better romantic partner than Damian's beloved Grayson. So, armed with a briefcase and a carefully planned powerpoint presentation, Damian takes on the challenge of convincing his father that it's time to throw all other romantic entanglements aside, and begin to court Grayson properly.

Oh my goodness, where do I even begin with this one? The whole thing is just glorious, featuring Damian hacking into Bruce's work calender, Bruce actually sitting through the entirety of Damian's presentation, and one of the most delightful reveals I've ever read!

General Batfam

1. Old and New by junetangerine; rated E; no archive warnings apply; 5,241 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Objectively speaking, he knew the man wasn’t infallible or indestructible (heaven knew he’d picked enough fights over it, Bruce insisting on patrolling even when he could barely stand on his own), but the prospect that he might not bounce back into the brilliant steamroller of a man that Dick loved in more ways than was appropriate or healthy was terrifying.

Not as jarring as the Twilight Zone experience of having Bruce look openly delighted to see him.

“Dick!”

It was all Dick could do to remain frozen in place while Bruce crossed the distance between them and just kept going, right into Dick’s personal space and then closer, until his mouth was against Dick’s. It was short, just a firm press of lips, but enough to turn Dick’s world on its head.

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A head injury leaves Bruce confused. He seems to believe he and Dick are a couple. Dick doesn't have it in him to say otherwise.

Exactly what it says on the tin. This fic is a delight, featuring Dick being incredibly conflicted and Bruce trying to deny his feelings the moment he gets his memory back! Also featuring the various batkids accepting this new dynamic with surprising ease

2. Be Kind, Rewind by kleine_aster; rated T; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 2,138 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Batman always thinks of everything, except for erasing his old tapes when he really, really should.

This fic is very funny! I greatly enjoyed the dynamics between the various batkids as they processed what they were watching, and Dick's frantic reaction to being caught with Bruce

3. It's A Christmas Miracle (Or Not) by RandomMayhem [@randomlymayhemic on tumblr]; rated T; no archive warnings apply; 6,864 words; 2 chapters; complete

Summary:

With Harley and Ivy causing chaos in Las Vegas, Dick and Bruce must go on an impromptu trip to stop the unruly couple. Only, they aren't quite sure what exactly they're supposed to be stopping...

Waking up married wasn't in the plan, regardless. Not with Damian on the verge of pulling a Rumplestiltskin. So, there's no doubt about it - the holiday season's about to get a whole lot crazier.

In which Damian threatens Dick's firstborn child should they return home late for Hanukkah. This fic is very cute and very enjoyable, and the batfam's reactions to their impromptu marriage are a delight!

4. Truth or Dare by rnedagemacaroni; rated T; creator chose not to use archive warnings; 959 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

This is why the Bat Family kids should not have free time.

Anything with the batkids actually getting to relax and have fun is an amazing read, and this fic is no exception!! Oh to be a fly on the wall during their games of truth or dare!

5. Wayne Family Adventure: the secret episode by Caroaimezoe; rated T; no archive warnings apply; 4,005 words; 1 chapter; complete

Summary:

Prompt: How will the Batfamily take discovering that their dad and big brother/mother have been in a secret relationship for years

I adore the sibling dynamics in this one, and Damian being smug the whole time is just SO cute! There's also so much that could be said about how valiantly Dick tries to keep their relationship secret only to fail so miserably, it's a true delight

And that's all for now! I hope you enjoy these!

[thisismorrigan]

Some of my favorite Good Omens fanfictions from AO3 part 1

So this list is something I've been putting together for awhile and I'm pretty proud of it! As this list grows I will continue to post more parts in the future! The current list I have is so long I think i'm going to need two or three posts! So keep an eye out if you are interested!

 ALSO side note! I know there are pleanty of these authors that I've found on Tumblr and I will do my best to find all of them and tag them as well! It will just take a little bit more time!

Completed works: 

Winged Awakening by AJ_Constance (E)

For all of you out there who wish their wings were out more this fic is for you. This is such a well written wing fic with just a bit (by a bit I mean a lot) of nervous/protective Crowley. The ending had me kicking my feet and giggling. These two idiots always take too long to understand what’s actually going on!

The Corruption Begins With The Mouth by toxic_androgyny (E)

This one made me so emotional! It’s hurt Crowley and hurt Aziraphale with food and smut. The ending had me in a puddle of angsty tears. 

The Soft Animal Of Your Body by focusfixated (E)

This is a great take on how Aziraphale would respond to “hunger” for the first time. This is the scene in s2e2 when Az tries human food for the first time and realizes he has been hungry for something else entirely for a very long time. ` 

Because You’ll Like It by mimsynims (E)

This is a forced proximity, nemesis with benefits one shot and I’m really sad there isn’t more to this story! There is one line in this fic that hurt my soul. I’m sure once you read it you will know exactly what i’,m talking about. 

Just For The Night by mimsynims (E)

Silly ghosts haunting Crowley’s apartment that are tired of watching these idiots not realizing they are in love with each other. 

Vive La Revolution by lineslines (E)

This is one of the best versions of the Bastille scene I’ve read! It’s a lot of pining while *being together* and it’s so well written. I was left wanting so much more from this plot and I’m happy to say that there is a sister fic! Chocolates, Honey!

Chocolates, Honey by lineslines (E)

This is the sister fic to Vive La Revolution by lineslines. This one is a little more soft but don’t let that fool you. The pining is REAL and it hurts my soul. 

The Devil Came To Soho by Zion (artificalmac) (E)

The demon Crowley comes to Earth to tempt the angel Aziraphale. Each chapter is Crowley trying to tempt Az into one of the 7 deadly sins but it’s not going the way he thought it would. Also did I mention Crowley owns a tattoo shop??

Laying Claim by fallenwithoutgrace (E)

Accidental proposal! This fic is so silly to start but it’s so cute and I just love protective Crowley so much.      

Why Is It That I Am Keen To Be Devoured By You? By Maybedreaming (E)

So I beg you to please read the tags on this one. This is a consensual non consent story and if you are at all bothered by any of the warnings in the tags please don’t read this. BUT if you are into this kind of thing, this story is done very well! I felt so many emotions reading this and I appreciate how the author handled Crowley in the aftermath of what happened.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love

(title/quote by john knowles)

book: open heart

pairing: bryce lahela x jensen valentine (M!MC)

words: 1358

warnings/rating: no warnings; mature

A/N: did not reread this basically at all i am just ready to be done w it. @choicespride valentines event for date night, bath, wine, and self-love. @choicesfebruary2024 (@jerzwriter) for eros, phila, storge, pragma, and philautia

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Squeezing the bottle’s dropper, he let out the perfect amount of serum before moving to the next cheek, then his forehead. He carefully massaged it in with precise circular motions, ending by splaying his fingers, pushing back on his skin.

Date night preparation was a careful and calculated thing for Bryce, each product laid out in order of use across the counter. He set them back onto their assigned revolving tray to be put away in the closet once he was done.

He was in the middle of re-capping his toner when there was a knock on the door. He considered his reflection for only a moment—sporting a baby blue fuzzy headband to keep his hair back, only a towel around his waist—before quickly rushing to the door at the next knock.

Whipping it open, he nearly immediately slammed it shut again, leaving only a small crack between the door and the doorframe.

“What are you doing here? I wasn’t supposed to pick you up for another hour!”

“Can you open the door?” Jensen asked, no question in his tone about Bryce closing it in his face in the first place.

Bryce sighed, breaking his mystical, secret, pre-date process and swinging it open.

Jensen was holding his usual overnight bag in one hand, a grocery bag tucked under his other. Bryce stepped out of the way to let him in, but that didn’t stop his line of questioning.

“What happened to dinner and go-karts? I already had my outfit planned and everything!”

“I thought a night in would be fun. I got your favorites.”

He said it in typical Jensen fashion—flat and entirely lacking in further elaboration. Bryce sighed, leaning against the counter as Jensen started pulling ingredients from the bag.

“Yeah but…go-karts.”

Jensen didn’t seem deterred, still emptying the brown bag before folding it and setting it aside. “We can have sex sooner.”

Bryce tilted his head in a look, Jensen’s tone still blank and factual, listing the benefits he assumed Bryce would’ve enjoyed. As much as he wanted to argue, knowing Jensen treated sex as an excuse—or maybe a requirement—to be listened to, he got the hint.

“What happened—why are you upset?”

Jensen shook his head, pulling a pan from the cupboard below him. “I’m not, just tired. If I have to socialize with anyone else today, I think I’ll spontaneously combust.”

Bryce smiled, but he wasn’t easily fooled. “If that’s the case, I guess I’ll have to go, too.”

The glance Jensen gave him said everything it needed to. He was the exception, and it wasn’t a role to be taken lightly.

Without further protest, Bryce went to the bathroom to finish his routine, skipping a few steps and changing into a new outfit. Not the one he planned, but a comfortable crew neck and pajama shorts.

Jensen was putting their meals onto plates, setting the table in silence. He always carried his tension in his back, and Bryce knew the stress of whatever issue he failed to share was making him stiff. Before he could turn back to get their drinks, Bryce caught him by the arm, dragging him into his space. Jensen gave him a quick up-and-down, path only consisting of his eyes to his lips, before Bryce tucked his hand against his neck.

Every time they kissed like that, after a long day or time apart, Jensen responded as if he forgot what it felt like in the first place. His instant reaction—a hand on Bryce’s waist, the tension falling from his shoulders—was enough to tell Bryce that he needed it. When they pulled apart, Bryce could see the bone-deep exhaustion in his expression, more tired than one day warranted. Bryce was happy to give up his plans in order to provide some remedy for him.

“Do you want to talk about it, or do you want me to?”

An offering. Jensen could either open up, or quietly sit and listen to Bryce chat on about anything he could think of—a specialty of his, and the whole thing an unspoken routine for the both of them.

“You,” he said before peeling off, grabbing wine from on top of the fridge and two glasses from the cupboard.

And that’s exactly how it went. Bryce kept talking, even getting a few light expressions from Jensen, but nothing too noteworthy. Trying to cheer him up wasn’t necessarily his goal, but it was always a satisfying bonus.

As they finished dinner, Bryce stopped him before he could head for the couch. “Bath?” Jensen’s expression moved from neutral to something resembling disgust. Bryce knew his opinions on baths, but he had tried things he felt similarly about for Jensen and came out with a better outlook. “For me?”

That was all it took. Jensen knew how this night was supposed to go, and he was the reason it didn’t, so it was only fair.

In the time it took Jensen to collect his pajamas and pour another glass, Bryce already had the bath ready. They switched places, Bryce heading to throw towels into the dryer as Jensen got settled. He kicked the crawling thoughts, just focusing on the hot water loosening his muscles and fizzing mound of bubbles floating on the surface.

Bryce happily came in a moment later, settling criss-cross on the floor near the edge of the tub. Wordlessly, he pushed past the pile of bubbles until he hit the water, running it through Jensen’s hair. Without reluctance, Jensen let his head tip back into his hands. 

Bryce paused a few times, going to collect some face mask or acne patch to try. Jensen melted into his touch at every new product. After a long while of silence and massages, Jensen finally started to talk.

“They took me off our diagnostics case.”

Bryce sighed out an, “Oh.” Though, it was a stepping stone, a bridge, a path meant to be tread on. “Why?”

“‘Per patient request’ is all Tobias said.” He could tell there was more to it—a sore detail that Jensen kept to himself—but Bryce was glad to be kept in the loop at all.

Despite what he would say to most—an empathetic, “I’m sorry.”—he held off and rerouted. It meant nothing to Jensen, and had nothing to do with himself. So, he settled on nothing. He stayed present, not letting himself dive down too many hypotheticals, and focused on massaging the shampoo on his hands into Jensen’s hair.

As he finished, rinsing his hands off in the water, he tucked one hand against Jensen’s cheek. He immediately nuzzled in, letting Bryce thumb at his skin, pushing back suds and curls.

As he turned, looking up at him through his lashes, there was a darkness in his gaze more hungry than desire—a longing only satiated by Bryce’s warm hand on his cheek—the sense of belonging, being wanted, and being more than nothing. Not a burden. Being loved.

It was nearly identical to the way he looked at his career; a gluttonous need to prove everyone wrong.

But here there was a softness in his eyes, no sign of the quick calculations and sharp wit waiting to strike. It might’ve been gratitude, it might’ve been defeat. Either way, it killed him to see—gratitude for the most basic generosity: a kind touch after so many slashes, or defeat after a lifetime of dragging himself out of hell with only the determination and spite under his skin.

“I’m tired.” Of what? This day, or this life?

“If you fall asleep, I’ll make sure you don’t drown,” Bryce offered. Jensen gave him a grin—the one reserved only for him in the sense that it wasn’t a grin at all. It was a barely-there twitch of his cheeks, the corners of his mouth spreading for hardly a blink before he settled once again.

Bryce sat up and planted a short kiss on his lips. He left to fetch the towels as Jensen rinsed off, wrapping him up and kissing down his cheek and to his neck, stopping at the crest of his shoulder. 

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” Bryce replied, knowing it was for more than just this night.

~~~

tagging: @cariantha @kyra75 @lilyoffandoms @gutsfics @inlocusmads

[sweetmage]

Many Things (Gale/M!Tav fanfic)

Rating: G Word Count: 1,766 Tags: Awkward flirting, secret identity, drow Tav

Summary: Though the other partygoers have made it clear they don't wish to share Rhidyl's company, he'd prefer to spend his time with Gale anyway. After all, Gale promised he'd share his list of all of Rhidyl's best attributes, but Rhidyl has a few hidden traits of his own to bring to light.

Notes: I just wanted to write a little thing for them. See replies for more context for Rhidyl's motivations + info/sources about the drow words used :)

"Were I to recite that list," Gale began, fumbling his words through an earnest grin, "I fear we'd still be here at dusk tomorrow. Many things, I assure you, but a conversation better saved for another time."

Rhidyl exhaled through the nose, head cocked in disapproval. "If I'd any good sense I'd think you were trying to be rid of me." 

"No," Gale responded in quick defense, hands raised and waving in a flurry, "No, never. I just thought you may wish to return to the others, mingle, enjoy the festivities."

"Would that they would have me,” he shifted, arms folded over his chest, “but they've all seemed rather eager to run me off."

"Oh..." Gale winced and peeked out at the crowd then drew his gaze back to Rhidyl, a little too tipsy to hide his relief at the outcome. "Their loss. If you truly want to waste away your evening in my company then I'd be as much of a fool to stop you."

"At least one among us has taste.” Rhidyl's expression eased a touch. “Now carry on with your waxing poetic about the finer points of my person."

"Well your humility is certainly not among them," Gale buried a chuckle with another deep swig of wine, "but for all your posturing and bluster, I know you are a good man. With a good heart." He punctuated his words with a firm pointer against the smooth, exposed skin of Rhidyl's chest, though he drew it back in the same breath, holding it as though he’d been burned. "Sorry... all that is to say, I find that admirable. I also find that you are a fine swordsman. Where did you train?"

It wasn’t so much the question that startled him as it was the lack of a suitable answer, nothing but half-formed, unconvincing lies resting behind his teeth. Though his stoic features told no tales, he must have hesitated just long enough for Gale to know he had touched on something forbidden.

“Off limits, I apologize. We won’t go there. I was only curious. I myself was a student of Blackstaff Academy, I’m sure you’ve heard of it.”

“From you, no less.”

“Oh yes, of course, I did mention that, didn't I? Silly me. With all that has transpired, I find my mind wandering at times, I can hardly keep track of it all. Tadpoles, am I right?" Gale rambled on, and on, and on, until Rhidyl could scarcely follow, his words spilling together into a slurring stream of consciousness that would have made any seasoned tavern-goer blush. But he smiled lightly and lent his ear, drank it all up, and let it drown out the clamor from the far side of camp.  When he tired of his own tales, Gale halted himself with a forceful clearing of his throat. "For whatever it's worth, I am grateful for your company, even if the circumstances of our meeting were less than desirable. But, that is more than enough of my prattling, perhaps my mouth could serve you better by—" Gale's eyes widened and so too did Rhidyl's, their gazes locked for a tense, uncomfortable moment. "I meant— oh, hells... By talking, of course. About other matters than your personal life. Now."

"You've such a way with words. Go then, show me what wonders your mouth is capable of."

He was visibly sweating now, skin dewy in the torchlight as he shifted where he stood. "Maybe I should just... get back to the point. The list, the many things you are beyond exceptional at. Getting right under my skin, for starters." He smiled and attempted what Rhidyl could only assume was a playful wink, though it only served to deepen the pleasant crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Then his face fell, lips tilted down and brow drawn tight above his earnest eyes. "And the simple fact that you could be anywhere and yet you choose to while away the night in the company of a babbling wizard with a most volatile condition. I have not the words to thank you."

"Then don't. While I do so love your praises, I've a mind of my own. You are far less tiresome than the horned ones, and far less troublesome than the rest. I can think of worse company. And besides, come tomorrow we have much to face. That oak of a druid spoke of paths forward, and if I'm being quite honest, my mind has remained there and left little room for celebration."

Gale seemed to sense the shift in the air and sobered to the reality of the moment. "Indeed. We are certainly not without our choices, though none seem particularly favorable."

"Perhaps in your opinion. A journey through the Underdark is no trifle, but it is the safest route."

Gale let out a low, rumbling laugh. "Safe for who, exactly? The drow amongst the goblins we faced were less than welcoming. I'm not so sure we'd find a better reception should we stumble into their domain. If we do not keep our wits, even the best case scenario sees us dead in a tenday."

"Usstan orn mrigg udossa." 

His brows shot up in surprise and he set his glass aside, leaning in to study Rhidyl with a quizzical expression as though he'd just materialized before him. "I know the tongue of the elves, but that was no language of the surface."

"You could say I'm fluent in more than swordplay." Rhidyl shrugged. "After all, the domain of the drow is also my own. I'd rather not gamble with the unfamiliar when the familiar can be relied upon. As I said: I will guide us."

"Just a moment.” Gale was shaking his head as if to force the thoughts within to settle. “Let’s take it back a few steps here. I am not one to judge so forgive me if this is a bit forward, but how does one of human and wood elven blood come to live among the drow?"

"They don't. I have misled you, perhaps a poor thanks for your kindness, but it was necessary. I don't quite fancy being left alone to trade my sanity for tentacles, but for all I knew, you lot would sooner leave me for dead than travel with one of my kind. But now that you need me, my secret is out and at your disposal."

"Ah, I see..." But Gale's eyes said otherwise, roaming his ashen complexion and shocks of red hair, seeking the answers that evaded him. "Well, this changes nothing. I have seen what you've done for those children, those refugees, for us… for me. That I know to be real. Under what pretenses you did so hardly matters. I trust you. And that's not just the wine talking."

"A wise decision. I hope you will remain as open-minded when dawn breaks and your head clears," Rhidyl responded, the tiniest glimmer of relief in his gaze. "And it's dye. I feel a fool for choosing one so garish, but not nearly as much of one as those who never noticed."

Gale chuckled softly, his smirk tilted to one side. "Oh trust me, we all noticed, we're just far too polite to mention it. What you were concealing with it is a different matter, I always assumed it was a fragile ego."

"My ego was quite intact before, you could have spared me that detail." Though he spat the words, Rhidyl was not angered. Quite the contrary, the playful twitch of his lips giving him away. "I suppose I should tell the others come morning. There's no use keeping up the charade. I look forward to a day where I am not cooked beneath your blazing sky. I am not merely a dark elf but d'korit'al waess, 'albino' as I believe you'd call it. Perhaps now I may reasonably request we travel more under nightfall or at least when the sun is less vengeful."

Gale's features softened as his curiosity was sated, replaced by a sort of pity. "If you're worried for your skin, I may have a book or two with solutions. When the others have cleared out and when my brain has cleared up, I can prepare you something suitable. That is, if you'd like."

"That would be... very generous of you." Rhidyl shifted his weight, arms tightening around himself, gaze turned to the side. "I'll not say no."

A silence fell between them, filled by the distant chatters of merriment and the occasional clang of glasses. 

"I appreciate you spending this time with me. And for trusting me to be the first one privvy to the truth. If it means anything, I am honored. You are a welcome distraction from the horror that has been brewing within my chest. I hope you know what a gift you've given me. I feel lighter."

"As do I..." His voice was but a whisper, his eyes on his scuffed leather boots, a heat in his cheeks. "But you'd best stop flattering me lest I let it all go to my head. And for what it's worth, you're not so bad yourself. I had once thought your kind the most loathsome beasts but now... well, the jury is still out. You, however, have made your case."

"From your lips that is quite the compliment," Gale laughed, his fond gaze lingering there a moment before shifting back towards the party. "I remind you, I have no intentions of shooing you away, but another seems to be waiting their turn."

Rhidyl's eyes drifted towards where Gale had turned, finding Alfira smiling a ways back with her lute and crinkled papers in one hand, the other waving him over as soon as she'd caught his attention. 

Rhidyl sighed and adjusted his glasses, giving Gale a firm nod. "I suppose I better go see what's got her in a fuss. Perhaps she's finally composed a ballad worthy of my greatness. Hopefully one of my ears as well."

He took a step back and paused, taking Gale in for a long, quiet moment until his words broke the silence. 

"I'll see you in the morning," Gale said, looking almost hopeful as if they didn't share a camp and it wasn't guaranteed. If there was something about his presence he longed for…

Rhidyl didn't dare dwell on it on, merely flashing him a tight-lipped smile as he took another step back, one hand held high in parting. "Of course. Goodnight, Gale. Pleasant dreams." He turned from him quickly and dragged himself off, fingers still tracing the spot Gale's had touched. 

[middleearthpixie]

Promise Me ~ Chapter Seventeen

Summary: Friends since childhood, Gabriella has long held back her feelings where Boromir is concerned, as she did not want to risk losing his friendship if he didn't feel the same. But, then he is summoned to Rivendell, and the night before he is to leave, he stuns Gabriella by confessing his feelings for her as well. 

But, war is coming and he cannot put off what he knows must be done. All Gabriella can do is wait for him and pray for his safe return. 

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Gabriella

Warnings: makeup sex 

Rating: M

Word Count: 4.6k

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Previous chapters can be found here.

Boromir heard Ava long before he saw her and he swallowed an oath as he hurried toward Faramir’s room. Fortunately, he made it without being seen, slipping around the corner of the doorway before she caught sight of him.

“Slinking about, are you?” Faramir asked dryly.

Boromir made a face at him. “I’m hardly slinking.”

“It looks just the opposite, to be honest.”

“Well, it isn’t, so let’s let the matter drop, shall we?” Boromir sank into his usual chair. “How do you feel?”

“I’m feeling much better. Perhaps you might help me talk Ioreth into letting me return to my own chambers.”

“I could.”

“I would appreciate it.”

“Father’s funeral is planned for the day after tomorrow. But, I would understand if you were not up to attending.”

“I will be there.” Faramir offered up a knowing look. “Gabby was here earlier.”

“Was she?” Boromir tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the mere mention of her name. She’d been on his mind all morning, and he’d planned to go on down to the tavern well before it opened and actually sit down and talk with her. 

“She was, indeed.” 

“And how is she?”

“Perhaps you should talk to her yourself and find out.”

“I would… I am, actually. In a bit.”

“I see.” Faramir’s eyes narrowed sharply. “You look tired, brother. Did you have a late night?”

“I’ve not been sleeping of late.” Boromir reached up to rub his eyes, which were every bit as tired as they probably looked. “Why do you ask?”

“Merely out of concern, is all. You should go and talk to Gabby now. Before it’s too late.”

“Did she tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Tell you what we fought about?”

“No. I asked, but she had no desire to discuss it with me, which I understood and let the matter drop. But, if you wished to tell me…”

“I don’t. It’s none of your concern.”

“No,” Faramir said around a yawn, “I don't suppose it is. Although, you are being an absolute ass.”

“Take care, little brother,” Boromir replied evenly, “for you know nothing of the subject.”

“Don’t I? Tell me with a straight face you have not been in love with her since we were all but children.”

“I’ve made no secret of that. Least of all to her.”

“Is that so?”

“Faramir, is that anger I hear in your voice?”

“It is, indeed anger. And you are an idiot for this, Boromir. Do you know who was also in here this morning?”

A sense of apprehension crept through him. “How would I know that?”

“Ava.”

“And?”

“What do you mean, and? Isn’t that enough?” Faramir’s normally calm, tranquil eyes glinted with anger. “How great a fool are you, that you would throw over Gabby for that… that harlot?”

“What are you talking about? I wasn’t with Ava.”

“Is that so?” Faramir countered. “For she seems to think otherwise.”

“What?” Boromir’s gut kinked sharply as he shook his head. “What did she say?”

“It wasn’t what she said, but how she said it and the way she said it indicated you spent last eve enjoying yourself with her.”

“What?” 

“Are you telling me you weren’t with her?”

“I wasn’t. I wasn’t with anyone last eve.”

“Really? Because Gabby went to your flat this morning and she said you weren’t there. So, where were you?”

“I was at the river.” Irritation flared in Boromir’s roiling belly as he raked a hand through his hair, then shook his head. “I sat here with you, until well after you’d gone to sleep and she came in here, invited me to her flat for a drink and I said I could use one.”

“Boromir.”

He scowled at the scolding in Faramir’s voice, but was having none of it. “Let me finish, if you don't mind. I said yes, but then, as we were walking back to her flat, I changed my mind. I didn't want to be there. I didn't want to be with her. So, I thought to go down to the Half Moon and have it out with Gabby for once and for all. Only, when I arrived there, all the lights were out and I didn't want to disturb her and make her furious all over again, so I went instead to the river to think. And that’s where I was. Sitting on a bloody rock until my arse went numb and my back ached and now she thinks I spent the night with Ava, of all people?”

“Ava wanted her to think that, so yes. And she was really quite smug about the whole thing.”

Boromir’s gut kinked so sharply for a moment, he thought he might actually be sick from it. “So, Gabby thinks that I spent last night with someone else.”

“Well, look who finally caught up.”

Boromir groaned aloud, letting his head thunk against wall behind him as he closed his eyes. “Oh, bloody… are you joking? Please tell me you are.”

“Why would I joke about that? And not only does she think you were with someone else, said someone else apparently thought to rub it in Gabby’s face as well.” Faramir’s voice was low and serious. “You need to go and speak with her. Now. Before any more time passes.”

“She is going to be furious.”

“Probably.”

“And she won’t believe me when I tell her I wasn’t with Ava.”

“Probably not, no.”

“So, how do I find my way out of this one?”

“In all honesty, I’m not even certain how you found your way into it. What did you do?”

Boromir lifted his head. “I made the mistake of assuming she wanted children. And I might or mightn’t have told her it was more or less her job to do so.”

Faramir just stared at him in wide-eyed horror for a good thirty seconds before growling, “You are an idiot, Boromir. I hope you know that.”

“Oh, yes… I do indeed know it,” he replied softly. “And that was why I was sitting on the rock last eve. Much as I would like to have little ones of my own, I also want to be with Gabby. And now she thinks I was with another woman…”

“Go and talk to her. Before you waste any more time, too.”

Boromir sat forward, his forearms resting on his thighs. “She will never believe me.”

“There’s only one way to find out, though. And that is to face her.” Faramir made a shooing motion with both hands. “So, go and talk to her. How many more times need I tell you this?”

Boromir stood. “All right, all right. I’m going.”

“Good luck,” Faramir called as Boromir moved toward the door. “And do not mess this up!”

Boromir rolled his eyes. “Believe it or not, I’m not trying to.”

Faramir said something else, but Boromir didn't quite hear it and did not take the time to stop and question him. A sense of urgency pushed him to hurry along the corridor, his need to get to Gabby and clear everything up between them nearly throttling him. If she thought he’d slept with Ava…

He didn't want to think about it.

Then the choice was snatched from him as he rounded the corner and walked smack into the very woman he did not want to see.

She slammed into him, her arms going about his waist as she gasped, “I beg your pardon—oh, good morning.”

He caught her by the forearms to untangle from her. “Why would you let anyone think anything happened between us last eve when you know full well you went home alone?”

She peered up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You saw Gabby this morning, didn't you?”

The innocent faded as a darkness flashed through her eyes. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you could mean.”

“Of course not.” He stepped back. “Stay away from me. Stay away from Faramir. Stay away from Gabby. Is that clear?”

He didn't wait for her response, but stepped around her and kept walking. He felt her eyes bore into his back, but ignored the heat as he descended the staircase and strode out into the downpour. 

The icy rain bit into his skin as it soaked through his shirt, into his hair and his trousers, and he paid it no mind as he hurried along the cobbled street down to the first tier. The Half Moon tavern stood on the corner, its ground floor windows still shuttered. He moved around to the side of the whitewashed building, where a narrow staircase led to the apartment above the tavern and he took those stairs two at a time.

He hesitated at the top, dizzy from the exertion of quickly ascending the staircase mixed with the frantic pace of his heartbeat and combined with his churning gut. Black dots danced before his eyes as he stared at the door and he steeled himself for her fury as he rapped on it. The wind picked up, whipping his wet hair about his face. The wet strings stung his cheeks, his forehead, and with no little impatience, he shoved it away from his face.

Gabby’s face appeared in the window and at first, her eyes went wide. But then they narrowed, so he called, “Wait, Gabby, please… let me in, won’t you?”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“I know, but—” Thunder rolled ominously overhead, a lightning bolt slicing across the sky in its wake—“please, just hear me out.”

She moved away from the window and his gut kinked sharply as another bolt streaked white against the evil black clouds. But then, the lock gave and she opened the door to glare up at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you.”

“Why?”

“Because, I did.” He gestured to the rain still pounding down upon him. “I owe you an apology. For what I said the other night, for the way I suggested your sole purpose is to bear children, for—”

“For rolling about Ava’s bed with her?”

“I did nothing with her, Gabby. I promise you, I didn’t.”

“Really?” Gabby’s eyes narrowed. “Because she seems to feel that you did just that. And when I went to your flat this morning, you were not there.”

“No, I wasn’t.” He shook his head. “Because I was down at the river, sitting on a rock, trying to figure out how I make this all up to you. Please, may I come in?”

She stared at him for a long moment, her eyes pewter and cold as the rain still soaking into him. His gut churned as he waited for her to slam the door in his face, as her eyes suddenly shimmered. “She led me to believe you were with her.” 

“I know.” He nodded. “But, I wasn’t. I promise you, love, I wasn’t.”

Her eyes slowly swirled from pewter to silver and she stepped back. “Come in.”

He squished into the kitchen, and bent to tug off his wet and muddied boots. “May I have a towel or something so I don’t leave puddles?”

She closed the door behind him, then moved to the counter, to pick up the dishtowel, which she passed to him. “You were on a rock?”

He nodded, draping the towel over his head to rub his hair as dry as he could. “I was on a rock. I used to go down to the river when I was a boy,” he draped the towel about his neck and smiled at her, “especially when I was in trouble for something, and I’d sit on one of the rocks and just watch the water until I thought it safe to go back home. As I grew older, I went there to think. To make decisions that didn't come easily to me.”

He met her gaze. “To figure out how to make up with my woman when I’m the reason she’s angry with me to begin with.”

Gabby arched one delicate brow. “Your woman?” 

“You mean, you aren’t?” He took a step closer to her. “I was wrong, Gabby. That’s all I can say. I should not have assumed anything and I should definitely not said it was your job. It was a stupid thing to say, for I know you are much more than that. And while I would like children, I want you more.”

As he spoke, he caught her hands in his and paused, waiting for her to pull free. To his relief, her fingers curled about his, her thumbs brushing the backs of his hands. He gave them a squeeze. “I love you, Gabby. I have loved you since I was but a boy of sixteen and I will continue to love you until I draw my last breath.”

“Boromir…” She stepped closer, and his heart skipped a beat as she pulled her hands from his to ease her arms about his waist. “Are you so certain that would make you happy?”

“I know being away from you makes me unhappy. I know that just the thought of losing you makes me unhappy.” He caught her face in his hands, tilting her head to meet his eyes. “So, if I have to choose? I’m choosing you.”

With that, he bent to her, covering her lips with his. Her fingers tightened on him, her lips parting to offer him an invitation in, one he readily accepted, letting his tongue sweep teasingly along hers. She responded in kind, his blood warming as she eased her hands beneath his damp shirt, her fingernails grazing along his equally damp skin. 

He slid his fingers into her hair, tangled but soft, and shivered as she swept her fingernails up toward his shoulder blades, dragging his shirt up as she did. He broke his kiss to brush his lips along the smooth line of her jaw, down along the slope of her neck. 

Her head lolled to the side as he moved down into the curve of her shoulder, her whispered, “Boromir,” causing every sinew in his body to tighten.

He pulled back. “I love you.”

Her eyes swirled silver as they met his. “I love you, too.”

He swept her up in his arms and spirited her—albeit with some squishing—to her bedchamber, where he bent to set her gently in her bed, and then, even more gently, came flush against her.

She wrapped around him, tugging him closer still as she wound her arms about his neck and their lips met in a fiery kiss he felt clear through to his soul. Her fingers twisted in his shirt, tugging it slowly up over his back, and he pulled away just enough to allow her the room to draw it over his head. It fell into the shadows alongside her bed, and he couldn't hold back his soft moan of pleasure as her fingernails brushed along his skin once more. 

He drew back, smiling down at her as he whispered, “I will be careful with you, love. I give you my word that I will.”

“You don't have to be,” she murmured, shaking her head. “I’ve had time to think as well, love. And perhaps a baby wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen.”

His heart skipped another beat. “Are you certain? I meant what I said, if you do not wish to have them—”

“I’m certain.” Her eyes softened, which did the strangest thing to his insides, made them fluttery and melting at the same time. “I think you would make a wonderful father, you know.”

“I dreamed of it,” he whispered, his arms trembling slightly from the exertion of holding himself away from her. “When I first returned here, when I was in the Houses of Healing, hovering being living and dying. I dreamed of us with a little boy and you were expecting again and I’d never seen you look so beautiful.”

She reached up to sweep his hair away from his face, her fingers lingering along his temple, grazing his cheek to leave a hint of warmth in her wake. “What did he look like, this little boy?”

“He had your eyes,” he murmured. “Your beautiful, unusual eyes.” 

“Why do I think he looked like you otherwise?”

“I never said that.”

“You don’t have to. He would look like you, of course.” Her eyes glittered as they held his. “And I do like this dream, Boromir.”

With that, he gave in to the need to come flush against her, the warm softness of her body so heady against him, cradling him as he captured her equally soft lips in a slow, lingering kiss. The heat from her palms against his back sank into him, her kiss ignited the embers of desire for her that never truly left him, and as those embers glowed to life, as they spread the arousing warmth through him, his trousers grew tighter. He thrust against Gabby, the relief sweet, but short-lived. Still, despite the fiery desire taking root deep within him, he did not want to rush. Instead, he wanted to simply savor every moment of being with her. 

Her fingernails scratched harder against his skin, sending a shiver along his spine and bringing a gasp to his lips. His entire back tingled from her touch. His eyelids grew heavy and sleepy. 

He broke their kiss, moving once more along her jaw, down her neck, into the deep vee of her tunic. He shifted his weight to one arm, and with his free hand, tugged at the silk cord lacings to part the cotton wider. 

Her head fell back, her breath hitching as he swept a kiss along the front of her neck, as he dipped his tongue into the hollow at its base. He moved lower, teasing and tasting as he bared her skin.

He moved down, away from that sensual heat between her thighs that beckoned him like a siren, feathering her cool, silken skin with light and teasing kisses. A hint of lavender teased his nose, as heady as the sight of her naked would be, as he crept toward the inner curve of her left breast. 

Her tunic slipped over that rise to bare her breast entirely and he smiled at the sight of her rosy nipple puckered in invitation. He flicked the aroused bead with the tip of his tongue, smiling as she sucked in a hard breath. Another flick, and her soft moan teased his ears, made him harder still. 

He caught that bead between teasing teeth, swirling his tongue lazily about it. Her back bowed, her fingernails sank into his skin, and she murmured his name in a husky, breathless voice.

He took his time with her nipple, flaying it with short, rapid flicks. Soothing it with those slow passes. He sucked hard at it, nipped gently at it. And as he did so, he slid his free hand up to cup the one still hidden beneath her shirt. A gentle knead had that nipple beading as well, and when he shifted to her right and caught it through the cotton, her breath left her body in might rush.

Warm cotton grew damp beneath his tongue. He shifted his weight again, his now-free hand slipping down along the curve of her hip, to the fastenings on her trousers. They gave without trouble and as he slid his hand beneath the linen, he smiled at the wet heat greeting him. His fingers slipped through that dampness, his thumb brushing the sensitive knot that had her gasping as her hips bolted toward him. 

A breathless moan bubbled to her lips, and the sight of her, eyes heavy-lidded, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip as her hips rolled slowly to meet him fired his blood, fired his arousal, made him ache for her as he’d never done before. He wanted to keep teasing her, wanted to make her feel sensations and pleasure she’d never before experienced. He slowly circled that knot, let the pad of his thumb sweep over it, lightly at first, but then harder with each pass. 

She rocked to meet each stroke, to meet  his rhythm as she moved with him. He bent to her, his lips seizing hers, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth to dance with hers. Her fingernails dug into him, her hips arched toward him, she shivered against him as he brought her closer to the edge.

He slid a finger inside her then, a low moan rising to his lips as she tightened about him. Each stroke was slow and deliberate, her body trembling beneath him. He took his time, savoring each pulse of her about him, smiling as she broke the kiss to whisper, “Oh, yes…” as he found that small spongy area and focused on it. 

She tensed, dragged her fingernails up toward his shoulders as she clung to him, and when he eased his finger free, she whimpered in protest.

He smiled, pressing a hot kiss into her lower stomach as he caught the waist of her trousers to shove down over her hips. The fabric skimmed easily along her legs, then joined his shirt in the darkness on the floor. 

A hint of crushed wildflowers teased his nose as he bent to her, nuzzled the damp blonde curls between her thighs. Those thighs parted, and he met her, sliding his tongue through those curls, around that knot. Her thighs pressed in against his ears, until as he could hear was the roar of his own blood and thunder of his own heart.

She grew slicker beneath him. Sweeter with each pass. She arched to meet him, her fingers now threading through his hair, where they bent and twisted and held on as she moved with him easily once more.

He teased her slowly, savored the scent of her, the taste of her, the way she responded to his caresses, his strokes, the way she shivered when he flicked gently at that bead, and the way she moaned when he suckled at it. She trembled, his name a husky, breathless whisper on her lips.

He ached for her, his body humming with the need to fill hers, to surge deep, and not stop until they both reached that blissful summit together. She was so close, slick and smooth and hot, throbbing around him, tugging hard on his hair as she whispered, “Please…”

It was the finger he slid back inside her that pushed her over the edge, that shattered her as she came in a flash, gushing hot and sweet over his tongue, writhing beneath him as she shuttered and cried out, “Boromir!”

He drew out her climax as long as he could, not letting up until she sank into the mattress before arching away from him. Her hands slid from his hair, down along his shoulders, and as he surged up over her to seize her lips again, she yanked open his trousers and thrust a hand in to wrap about him.

Her first stroke was very nearly his undoing. He shivered against her as fire flooded him, as everything inside him rolled over with the heated rumble of thunder. Boromir arched hard into her grasp, his arousal silkening her hand to make each thrust smooth and delectable. 

Then she shifted, guiding him to her. He breached her. Thrust. Surged deep. She gripped him, tight and hot all around him. Each thrust made his head spin a little more, made his body tense a little more, made the white hot burn of desire that much stronger. 

He rose onto his elbows, his thrusts swift and hard and driving and when she wrapped her legs about his waist and arched her hips, he couldn't hold back his moan. “Gabby… oh, love… yes… like that…”

She rocked with each thrust, driving him deeper still. His climax bore down upon him, the knots tight within him beginning to fray. Every muscle burned with the need to come, the pleasure engulfed him, hot and sweet, and as he went over the edge, he crushed her close, surged deep, and shuddered with a low moan. He tensed against her, trembling from the force of his release, his heart threatening to burst inside him, everything tight and stinging and the pleasure was unlike any he’d ever felt. Dots danced before his eyes, his breath was impossible to catch, and as he finished, he sank against her, his heart thundering against his ribs. His eyes closed of their own, his head coming to rest in the slope of her neck, her scent of vanilla and lavender a balm as they washed over him.

A soft laugh reached his ears and her arms tightened about him. Gentle lips grazed his temple  as she whispered, “Oh, my… that was… oh, I’m actually dizzy…”

He let out a breathless laugh, his eyes still closed, his breathing still rapid and uneven. “I am, too,” he confessed. Then, he managed to lift his head, gazing down into her beautiful silver eyes as he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He sank back against her with a sigh. “I can’t move.”

Her laughter caressed his ear. “I do not wish you to. In fact, I think you should never move again.”

“I won’t argue that.”

Her fingers brushed along his back, making the delicious drowsiness that often came in the wake of climax even more appealing. He relaxed against her, whispering, “Let me know if you cannot breathe.”

“I’m fine. And you are not going anywhere.”

“No, I am certainly not,” he breathed. But, even as he said the words, nature took over and he slipped from her warmth, so he forced his eyes open, lifted his head, and whispered, “I stand corrected. I’ll be right back.”

She winced as he moved off her and when he went to the kitchen and returned with a towel, she accepted it with, “This part, I could do without.”

He smiled, sinking onto the edge of her bed once again. “It was worth a bit of mess, though.”

“More or less.” She looked up at him and winked. 

“More or less?” He couldn't hold back his grin. “I’m fairly certain you were not left wanting, were you?”

“And you were?” she countered, her silver eyes gleaming.

“I didn't say that, but I’m also not the one who said more or less, either.”

“Oh, did I bruise your feelings?”

“Yes, actually.” He turned away, shifting to plant his feet on the floor. “I should probably leave because you are so insensitive.”

The bed shifted and he grinned as she came up behind him, draping her arms about his shoulders and pressed her breasts firmly into his back. “Oh, let’s not be hasty, now. Surely there is some way I might get you to stay a bit longer?”

“You have a sharp tongue, you know. And I am rather sensitive.”

She pressed her lips into the curve of his shoulder, where it met the base of his neck and nothing could have prepared him for the sensation that ran riot through him from that one, simple, almost innocent caress. “I will make it up to you, Boromir,” she murmured, her husky voice sending a shiver along his spine once more.

“How?”

“I’m certain I will think of something.”

Another teasing kiss swept along his neck. And then another. And she crept up toward his ear, catching the lobe between teasing teeth as she added, “And you will enjoy it.”

“Well, perhaps I might be persuaded,” he managed to whisper back despite the way his head had already begun to spin and his blood scorched its way to points south in his body. 

She pulled him back down across the bed. “I thought you might.”

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Shyan Shipping Society Fic Promo - September & October 2022

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the smell of fall in the air, the premiere of ghost files, halloween, and all the fics written by our members in september and october 2022! what could be better than that?

September

Stim Boys Drabble Collection by Gilded_Quill | T, 17K, on-going

A collection of one-shots and drabbles based on a list of Autism-Centric Writing Prompts.

Featuring Stimming, Special Interests, Hyperfixations, Meltdowns, and two boys navigating the highs and lows of neurodiversity. Each chapter will be a stand-alone, and their relationship status won’t be consistent throughout. Nor will the timeline be.

Recycled Air by ouijaboy | G, 1K, complete

It’s a twelve hour flight, give or take, from LAX to London Heathrow. And it’s all going really well, until the seatbelt light turns off, and Ryan’s AirPods die.

A small ode to Shane’s music taste.

The worst anniversary gift ever by Haroldmay | T, 8K, complete

"Why did you put the Professor in the fridge?" Ryan asked curiously while brushing his teeth.

"Why are you opening the fridge while brushing your teeth?" Shane replied from the couch without looking up. He had a headache. -he had been having a headache for a while.

"I'm not sure," Ryan said. He exchanged the toothbrush for the Professor and closed the door before he continued to wander around in the room.

"Also, I did not put him in the fridge," Shane said. He was much too tired to argue.

Ryan smiled at the puppet and the puppet smiled back.

"Divorce Shane and run away with me," Ryan heard the Professor's voice in his head.

Disclaimer: This is just a little joke. More Meme than Fic. It's about the characters Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara and has nothing to do with the real people behind them: Brad Pistachio and Brian Cramblish.

a studdy in earth by TokyoTiger91 | NR, 300, on-going

Starting out with this small bit, this is mostly going to be a collection of any alien Shane ideas or one-shots I have. Tags will be updated with each chapter and if there's any warnings they'll be at the top of the chapter

once again getting an idea from a one-off comment by TokyoTiger91 | NR, 700, complete

"Honestly if I were a kid and I had an Ipad I would never learn anything. I'd be six years old watching LiveLeak, my brain would be ruined"

The Wolf King by PhyllisDietrichson | T, 4K, complete

“Then let’s say it reminds me that I am a man. Will that satisfy you?”

Ryan regarded Shane with an implacable eye. Shane, for his part, withstood this with his usual easy amiability.

Ryan found himself unable to suppress a smile from his face. “What riddles you present me with! It seems impossible for me to ever forget that I am a man.”

Simple Math by TheMouthKing & tripwirealarm | E, 118K, complete

While filming Ghost Files, a joke goes off the rails and lights a long-ignored fuse between its two co-hosts, but what’s initially just some fun fooling around under specific parameters leads to increasingly complicated feelings, and when a situation brings those feelings under a microscope, a choice has to be made.

October

The Beauty of the Beast by Gilded_Quill | M, 3K, on-going

Ryan Bergara is an adventurer trying to find his place in the world. He comes in possession of a mysterious map that details a castle that lays in a nearby forest. A castle that there is no record of, and that no one seems to know anything about. Seeing his chance to find this mysterious lost building and along with it his fame and fortune, Ryan sets off. Instead finding the adventure of a life time wrapped in a mystery for the ages.

How to Befriend the Monster in Your Closet by Golden4278 | G, 142K, on-going

Ryan: Hi God, it’s me again. I just moved to LA and I’m really lonely. I need someone to be my friend, someone who understands me. Maybe… you could send me an angel? Yeah! The nicest angel you have.

Demon Shane: *LAUGHS MANIACALLY*

The Only Way Out Is Down by Golden4278 | NR, 14K, on-going

The Bizarre Death of Elisa Lam episode REWRITE! How would things be different if Shane had been Ryan's co-host instead of Brent?

It's about to get spooky in here.

The Long Haul of Living by kameleonten | T, 9K, complete

Shane gets cursed by a witch to live forever. He tries to hide through history, careful not to make a mark. So how he ended up being a somewhat notable Youtube-star is a mystery even to him.

Beasts and Ghouls by MysticalGoog494 | T, 1K, on-going

The creators of the Mythical Beasts have befriended the Ghoul Boys, and after spending some time together, the two pairs can’t deny the electricity between them. Although Shane and Ryan are only in town for a few days for the collab, the group decides to indulge and explore these attractions.

Who You Gonna Call? by Golden4278 | G, 2K, on-going

Ghost Busters! AU

if you want to read some more fics, you can always check out our ao3 collection! see you soon! ♡

[homoepathic-pet-medicine]

How can I determine if my dog's current food is meeting their nutritional needs?

Providing proper nutrition is essential for the overall health and well-being of our beloved canine companions. Just like humans, dogs require a balanced diet to thrive and maintain optimal health. However, as pet owners, it can sometimes be challenging to determine if our furry friends are getting all the necessary nutrients from their current food. In this article, we will explore some practical tips to help you assess whether your dog's food is meeting their nutritional needs.

The Role of Quotes About Dogs in Nurturing Our Canine Companions

Before we delve into the details, let's take a moment to appreciate the deep bond we share with our dogs. Quotes about dogs have long been a source of inspiration, highlighting the loyalty, love, and joy that dogs bring into our lives. As we navigate the topic of nutrition for our furry friends, let these quotes remind us of the importance of providing them with the best care possible.

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"The greatest pleasure of a dog is that you may make a fool of yourself with him and not only will he not scold you, but he will make a fool of himself too." – Samuel Butler

"Happiness is a warm puppy." – Charles M. Schulz

"Dogs have a way of finding the people who need them and filling an emptiness we didn't even know we had." – Thom Jones

Now, let's dive into understanding the significance of a balanced diet for dogs and how to evaluate their current food.

Assessing Your Dog's Nutritional Needs

To determine if your dog's current food is meeting their nutritional needs, you need to consider several factors. Here are some essential aspects to evaluate:

Read the ingredients: Start by examining the ingredients list on your dog's food packaging. Look for high-quality protein sources like meat or fish as the primary ingredient. Avoid products that contain fillers, by-products, or excessive amounts of grains.

Understand AAFCO guidelines: The Association of American Feed Control Officials (AAFCO) establishes guidelines for pet food manufacturers. Check if the food meets AAFCO standards, indicating that it provides complete and balanced nutrition for your dog's life stage (e.g., puppy, adult, senior).

Evaluate portion sizes: The amount of food your dog needs depends on their size, age, activity level, and overall health. Consult your veterinarian to ensure you are feeding your dog the right portion sizes to maintain a healthy weight.

Monitor body condition: Regularly assess your dog's body condition to ensure they are neither underweight nor overweight. A well-nourished dog should have a visible waistline and be able to feel their ribs with a slight layer of fat covering.

Signs of Nutritional Deficiencies or Imbalances

Observing your dog's behavior, appearance, and overall health can provide valuable insights into their nutritional status. Look out for the following signs that may indicate nutritional deficiencies or imbalances:

Dull coat or excessive shedding: A healthy diet promotes a shiny coat and minimizes shedding. If your dog's fur appears lackluster or they shed excessively, it could be a sign of inadequate nutrition.

Digestive issues: Consistent gastrointestinal problems, such as diarrhea, vomiting, or constipation, may indicate an improper diet. It's important to address these issues promptly and consult with your veterinarian.

Lack of energy or lethargy: Dogs should have a balanced energy level. If your dog seems unusually tired, lacks enthusiasm for exercise or play, it could be due to inadequate nutrition.

Dental problems: Poor nutrition can affect your dog's dental health. Dental issues such as bad breath, tooth decay, or gum disease may indicate the need for a dietary adjustment.

Seeking Professional Advice

If you are unsure whether your dog's current food is meeting their nutritional needs, consulting with a veterinarian or a professional animal nutritionist is highly recommended. These experts can provide tailored advice based on your dog's specific requirements, health conditions, and dietary preferences.

Remember, providing your dog with a balanced diet is vital for their overall health and happiness. By paying attention to their nutritional needs and seeking professional guidance when necessary, you can ensure that your furry friend enjoys a long and vibrant life.

In conclusion, evaluating whether your dog's current food meets their nutritional needs requires careful consideration of ingredients, AAFCO guidelines, portion sizes, and your dog's overall well-being. Keep an eye out for signs of nutritional deficiencies or imbalances and seek professional advice when in doubt. As you embark on this journey, let the beautiful quotes about dogs serve as a reminder of the unwavering love and companionship our four-legged friends bring into our lives.

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[the-firebird69]

There are a couple more things happening here in Port Charlotte and punta Gorda they're putting up roadblocks and fences and the patrol it just like in Mexico. And they're trying to blame my son it's like Dino was down there screwing every all sorts of s*** up and had her son go down there over and over cuz he went to take another crack at him so he's a fool and everybody knows it and it going after him to shut him down. They have a lot of fence up already as well 300 M on the south to either side of the road and that's not really a huge amount but there's like 10 miles of it around punta Gorda and 20 around Port Charlotte and really there's not that many miles if anything is 30 miles around Port Charlotte and 20 miles around punta Gorda if that they haven't finished today let's just chain link and they've been taking it from everywhere and that's where I went on that job site cuz that's a John Reed Mallard job site and they're using it on the fence and they put detection on it so if you cut it they know about it and you have to kind of cut it to get stuff through and they can tell if you're trying to run it on a wire on the bottom. It's only been up a few days and they welded it and painted it over some sections are painted green the light on non-reflective dull green. Huge lengths of it now are going in now the whole place fenced off. It's only a 4 ft fence but it works and they use it for detection too they set up stations and some of them are good sized about eight people can fit in there and this house is along too they're using and they don't want any s*** from anybody that's what they're saying and they're tired of this useless assholes young at them messing with vehicles all sorts of stuff now they're going to push them out and they did note the technique that Trump was using on them and they're using on Trump and that's defense. Another pushing these people out but not allowing them in. Once I come in here they're stuck they have a hard time getting medicine and fuel and nobody wants them here it's been going on all day long and they're taking hits good sized hits okay and it's going to continue today until it's all over we don't have anything else to say except you people suck so bad we can't stand you you're going to be responsible for whatever happens here we're talking about the morlock you crap your mean people you're being cordoned off. They're sending your pink slip today. To your house when you're sheriff at. And boy you a retard you have no idea what time it is we're glad our son noticed quite a while ago. Hera did too. Now there's a reason for this going on you mess around with them and it doesn't seem to have helped you you keep doing it and it is a severe detriment to you and we told you to stop and you're not so take care of you and you're useless you're being real then and hauled in by practically everybody I'm pretty sure there won't be any of you big jutting out losers.

-they have these drums and they're playing them at the harbor some reason you idiots think that you can do that they got your code this morning and see what you're doing they told you not to issue any more messages to each other regarding them or sedition or attacking them and a big list of what they're not supposed to do especially with our son is on there and not to have them report anything good about anything so they heard this morning's report and Macs doing it, anyone came in fuzzy that what they're doing they said no and you said this, we need to know the stiffest deterrent won't stop them. They're bringing out solid measures here armored trucks are going into your houses they're using robots to pull you and your s*** out they're sticking you into the army vehicle if they scan you and find anything and hauling you off to a special facility at military installations. That started today. Couple more things happening

-you losers had our son by the wrong tire and it cost you a lot they picked up on your system over there and they understood how you're doing things and The cutting you off from what they don't want you to touch

-we needed them to do that as we need them to do this put their foot up your butt to doing it now trying to figure out why you're harassing him right now and they're doing it all the time what they say is they're trying to get stuff elsewhere so we have to find it we've been doing for years and we still are we going to ask you very hard here just like they are bringing in vehicles to do so and we're using it for now as cover and actually it was our son's idea and the idiot fell for it. You think she's AI man is going to use it on everyone as his forces window his robots his AI and he won't have any delivery methods and his AI will be hunted down so not really sure why he's like he is he's just a jerk and we're going after him there's one more thing happening

-we're tired of our son being treated like a jerk but a lot of people and it's going to change cuz we're coming in now and said you have to come in and manhandle them or nothing gets done and we tested it's true so he's thankful and it's a lot of work it might take time but we're going to do it soon

It's pretty much all for today but you guys are living in some sort of captive state and you're not going to stay here alive after a day or two the ones hiding will be pulled out and sent to the middle and executed and burned one's running around town to grab today we keep grabbing the ones running around until it stops and will continue taking him to the central Florida incinerator until you stop coming here that's their message

Thor Freya

I'm upset and what they're doing these people have no sense they're crazy they're bothering me all the time and it's a headache I am working on it but boy you retards are stupid. Very stupid and I can't stand you I need you out of there and I need you out now so we're going in there and we're going to pull you out . The max are too but we need intel as well

Hera I said all the above

Zues

I'm going to give him support and we need to start now and I'm assigning or we are assigning troops and people right now

Olympus

[stinkysam]

Shōta Aizawa - Totally wasn't waiting for you

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Request : "Aizawa and M!reader have been partners for a longer time. But they've been long distance for years. So Aizawa would have shaved, cleaned up and all that jazz for the day reader returns, surprising everyone (students, teachers, etc.). He would prolly be a bit embarassed, but he'd be so excited for reader to come back. They could go to a nice dinner, or go see a movie, or other typical date locations? But they'd eventually return home where they would share a nice and long intimate cuddling and kissing section with a lot of "I missed you"s and stuff, you know, the sappy stuff." - Anon EL

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

As soon as you told him when you would come back, Shōta looked at the calendar to situate himself in time and space better, calculating if his schedule would need some changes.

He might use a smiley emoji in his message to show he's happy you're coming home, but if you were facetiming him instead then you could've seen him actually smile and you could hear the happiness in his voice as he asks more details about it. Even when you end the call he’s still smiling to himself.

He won't instantly tell his friends or colleagues about it. He'll tell them when he sees them at school, bringing it up as if he's talking about the weather. He’s a fool if he thinks they won’t see how happy he actually is.

He's somewhat oblivious to his mood change but his students definitely noticed how he seems to go easier on them. The first day they thought nothing of it, but after two days ? Consecutively ?

Some got worried, thinking he was actually sad. In fact he's just feeling lighter, his focus often shifting back to you. What should he cook for you when you're back ? Maybe a restaurant is better ? Perhaps you miss traditional Japanese food, should he aim for that ? 

After two weeks, everything went back to normal because a small group of problem children decided to be nosy and follow him, even asking questions to the people he trusted. He was fuming. So the free time they have, they use it to stalk their teacher instead of training or resting their bodies ? Very well noted.

Needless to say, they quickly regretted it as Shōta gave them his full attention during training and classes. No slacking off allowed. His eyes never gave them any opening to take a short break.

Mineta could only look in sadness at his crush Midoria who made the mistake to follow his friends "just in case something happens".

That day Shōta told you about it, sparing you the details of why they decided to do that. Forgiving them a little as you laughed at his story, asking him to tell you more.

After that incident, the rest of the month passed by quickly and the students could finally enjoy normal training sessions.

Knowing you would be tired after your long flight, he opted for a date at home where you wouldn't have to worry about people recognizing you and possibly ruin the romantic dinner. Instead he looked for dishes you’d want to eat and learned how to cook them just the way you liked them while also ordering from your favourite take out restaurant so you could both eat to your heart's content.

When the day of your arrival came, Shōta had shaved his uneven beard and put his hair in a bun before putting on a nice tailored suit. He loosened a little bit his tie since he didn’t like wearing anything too tight. He checked the house one last time before leaving to pick you up. The table was set up and candles were waiting to get lit. The food he had prepared was sitting on the table next to the take-out, both protected by a glass dome. He had prepared a list of movies you’d both want to watch and had set up the living room so you could watch them comfortably together. -He does not want to say it’s for cuddling-.

The joy and relief he felt when you jumped on him, your luggages long forgotten as you held one another close. He had missed feeling your touch, having your lips against his, feeling your presence and warmth. Shōta was light-headed as you gently kissed him, your lips curved into a smile against his skin.

He barely registered the whole drive back home, only knowing he had placed one of his hands on your leg and your fingers intertwined. He knows you talked. He knows he spoke too, having a vague sensation of hearing his own voice. Hearing your voice coming out of your mouth and not of some electronic device. It somehow felt surreal to actually see you, he couldn’t help but glance at you, making sure you were really there, in the flesh with him.

Opening the door to reveal everything he had prepared for your return made him feel embarrassed, he found himself thinking back to your first date together years ago, trying to act aloof even if he was a walking bundle of nerves. Today felt no different.

He genuinely wondered for half a second if one could get cheeks pain for smiling abnormally too much. But he will be composed enough to compliment you and tell you how he feels. His heart sings when you do the same, looking at him lovingly.

You both spoke so much during dinner, about friends, co-workers, the news, his students and hero life overseas, continuing the discussion as you helped him wash the dishes forgetting about the dishwasher.

When you finally landed on the couch he didn’t care anymore about watching a movie. He just wanted to have you against him, happy. His tie and jacket lazily placed on a chair, his shirt slightly unbuttoned and his hair down, sharing tired sloppy kisses. Whispering in your ears how much he had missed you and how much he loves you multiple times. Humming when your fingers gently played with his hair, lightly tickling his scalp. God he really had missed this, it was pure heaven.

You ended up falling asleep in that position, movies playing one after another with the candles slowly turning into a puddle of wax, leaving the TV be the only source of light in the house.

[leviiattacks]

CASHIER LEVI AND LIKE THE READER IS THE CUSTOMER AND IT’S LIKE THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON EACHTOHER

author note :: honestly not my best at all..... like at all..... this was actually pretty good but the entire draft got deleted and i just lost all my effort but i felt bad for starting it and not completing it for anon so you may take whatever i have managed to salvage. i hope u enjoy it :’( i am extremely sick rn and yeah writing is the only break i am currently getting from anything :-) SO AGAIN I’ M SORRY ANON..... i may write a 10k + word fic on this though so i can redeem myself bc this is just disappointing 😭

word count :: 3.3k

every single thursday you stop by ackermart. maybe it’s because the day is convenient for you or perhaps it’s because of a certain cashier that works the evenings...

HAHA it’s got nothing to do with a cashier why would it have anything to do with a cashier? :-)

today is like any other. you walk through the fresh produce aisle then proceed to make your way towards the bakery section picking up a loaf of bread

it’s stupid, you know it is but... you think you’ve worked up enough courage to speak to him today!!

and who is him you may ask?

levi at till number four. his tired eyes always happen to pierce into yours and his calloused thumbs brush past your skin when you hand him your rewards card

levi is what his bright red name tag says and although he doesn’t look like a levi you’d like to think your crush isn’t stealing someone’s identity so you believe that it’s his real name

anxiously fiddling with your basket you’re beginning to think this was a horrible idea

the girl ahead of you is flirting up a storm with him and although he’s not reciprocating it by any means you still feel deterred

levi bags the last of her groceries and looks up at her when she asks for a way to contact him. he doesn’t look mad... just bored?

“ma’am. this is an ackermart i don’t think it’s appropriate you ask me for my number. the customer service line is listed on our website.”

the woman raises a brow looking completely flabbergasted. okay, if everything before this wasn’t a warning THIS sure was

she stomps off when she realises levi isn’t kidding and you think you’d feel bad for her maybe if she was more respectful about it

“next customer.” levi calls over his shoulder and you shuffle forward pretending to be engrossed in your phone

“cash or card?” he asks plainly.

you hear the BEEP of your groceries being scanned and think on it for a while before replying with “cash”

you’re clearly pretty good at your pretend to be totally into your phone act because levi tries to get your attention but you don’t hear what he has to say till the third time he repeats himself

but even then you’re still unsure what it is he’s said????

looking down you see his hand is stuck out in front of you and now you’re even more confused

faltering for a second you look at his palm and then speak

“um, i guess your hand is nice? it’s pretty big compared to the rest of you actually.”

“i was asking for your cash?” he says and now you look at his palms in mortification

gasping you yANK your hand into your purse as you laugh awkwardly fishing around to find your money

“oh, OH i knew that. just kidding!! i mean- i meant that thing about your hand?? but i thought it was- i funny? yes the joke funny? i’m-”

he leans back into his spinning chair and sighs contently. “you’re not making much sense peaches.”

“pe- peaches??” you repeat. no way you’ve heard that correct

levi lazily points at the abundance of the aforementioned fruit in your grocery bags

“you must love em.”

“i, well yeah i do like peaches but i also like...” um??? what food would make you look sophisticated and professional?

OH YEAH

“FRENCH CUISINE :-)!!!!” you say rather proudly

“...cool. i guess.” levi hands you your grocery bag which is basically an invitation asking for you to get out

he doesn’t seem mad but he’s definitely going to look back at this encounter and laugh his ass off at how stupid you are

hanging your head down low in embarrassment you make your way out towards your car

there’s always next time!! maybe you can practice in the mirror yeah that does sound like it would help!!!

okay so.

it is officially next time.

actually you never got the opportunity to practice in front of the mirror because you chickened out of looking like an idiot even if it was in the privacy of your own home

but!!! you did try to practice some cool pick up lines because who doesn’t like a good pickup line or two??

the two mini milk cartons in your hand and the pack of doughnuts you have tucked under your arm aren’t too heavy so you aren’t too worried about having to wait in the line

for some reason the guy in front of you keeps turning around and glancing at you as if you don’t even exist

you are not casper the ghost

also casper is a little boy and you definitely aren’t a little boy

finally after a good five minutes the man ahead of you is having his stuff scanned but he’s STILL doing it. even levi notices and gives him an odd look which borders annoyance and anger.

“can i pay for your groceries? maybe walk you to your car?” the stranger asks suddenly

so that’s what this is, he’s simply taken an interest in you

my god this is new but it is uncomfortable and you’d rather say no

“oh, i actually walked here and no thanks i can pay for my own. enjoy the rest of your day!!” you hope your white lie is enough to fool the man but instead of agreeing as any other person would he looks majorly deceived

“i saw you in the parking lot.” ok this is getting a bit too uncomfortable for your liking

“c’mon i’m offering to buy your shit too?”

his voice is raising and you’re not sure what exactly you can do but thankfully for you the manager steps in and takes him away before any more threats can be made

the man had taken up so much of your attention you almost forgot levi was even there until you turned back around

“do you want a member of staff to accompany you to your car? it’s getting dark out.” levi’s comment helps ease your nerves and you try to laugh off what just happened

“i’m good :-)” you say shaking a little. you’re unsure if it’s the cold or the fact you still haven’t completely calmed down

“you sure peaches?”

“i haven’t bought any peaches this time.”

“you’re still peaches to me.” your cheeks flush at his confidence

wait, maybe this is your chance. you’re the last person in his line and they’re closing up for the day so...

“could you walk me to my car?”

and to your surprise even before you can take back what you’ve said levi agrees

it stays like that for a while.

every thursday levi walks you to your car by the end of his shift, all the while the two of you exchange a few words together

like last week you asked him what his favourite colour was (he said purple) you’ve learnt about his hobbies (he’s a decent cook), you’ve even found out about some of his own personal problems. he had mentioned suffering with insomnia in passing.

to be honest each and every time he walks you to your car he has to notice that you begin to park further and further away from the front entrance. but if he does notice he doesn’t say a word about it

“is that all you’re checking out?” you ask with a cheeky grin plastered across your face

looking down at your new dress your lopsided grin is far from fading away any time soon. you especially picked this one out after asking levi what his favourite colour was last week

god. this is so embarrassing but never actually have you had a crush this huge

levi who’s sat behind the counter shoots you a look which almost seems to be on the verge of uninterested. he isn’t entertaining this at all or this is just his typical bored face, you can’t really tell

BUT..... you still have a huge crush on him and you aren’t one to give up this easily

for the record you don’t harass him or anything, just the occasional hint is thrown around but he’s either really dense or doesn’t care

his expression does you no favours, you can’t tell what he’s thinking half the time

“you’re always buying energy drinks... might want to cut down on those they’re no good for you.”

warmth blooms in your chest. he’s just saying it to make small talk but the fact he even thinks to bring that up has your heart fluttering

“i- well- yeah i will!! just have a few overdue essays to get over with :-)” twiddling your thumbs together you think that makes your nerves too obvious so you begin to scratch at the back of your neck

if anything is a dead give away it’s your constant neck scratching, thankfully levi hasn’t picked up on it

“so you wore purple today?” his eyes linger on the thin straps of your dress and you feel the goosebumps rise up onto your skin immediately

“oh yeahhhh-”

“did i tell you yellow was my favourite colour last week?” he asks holding up a neon yellow pack of crisps and for the first time you see him smile

he looks so ?!|>\€|^ pretty ?!/)/&

wait?? yellow??

“didn’t you say purple?”

“no?” he crosses his arms playfully over his chest thinking for a bit

“maybe i did but no it’s really yellow.” he says as he hands you your bag

nodding your head you smile “yeahhhh sure it is.”

damn, now you’re going to have to find a yellow dress just to make him revert back to purple because who even likes yellow?? that’s a deal breaker right there??

update

it’s been two weeks!!

and a yellow dress has been found and secured B-)

it’s been a pretty rough day at work and you need to desperately collect a pack of green tea and get going

you don’t know when exactly being a secretary meant you had to babysit your boss’ children but that’s what the last week has entailed

being made to work overtime to this extent has had an effect on you and you’re ready to head home as soon as you swing by ackermart

not seeing levi for a week made you a little :-( because to be honest he’s the highlight of your thursday evening BUT!! you’ll be able to see him today at least

walking in through the entrance you’re met with connie smiling right at you, he holds the door open for you and smile back greeting him

“so you didn’t come last week...?”

it’s weird for him to ask that, after all you don’t really speak to anyone here apart from levi, you’re surprised you’re enough of a regular to be known by name

“oh i didn’t think anyone would notice? but yeah i had to work overtime you know what boss’ are like.” groaning you crouch down and look at the pot noodles on display

“i didn’t notice it. boss man did.”

“boss man?” you ask feeling out of loop

“levi.” connie answers as he hops into the backroom

????

isn’t he just a cashier??

“you still look confused.” connie remarks as he heads back out with a cardboard box full of pringle’s tubes

“levi’s the boss man, this is his store. he literally only ever mans the cash register on thursday evening because of you.”

at that you start laughing because it makes no sense at all to you

there’s no way connie is being serious

“good one.” you say as you stand up with a chicken flavored noodle in your hand

“i’m not kidding?”

turning around you give him a skeptical look

he sighs and shakes his head.

“listen. me and the part timers are tired of making bets on when he’ll give you his number and i bet that it would happen today so if you could confess to each other that would be perfect!!!”

“who said i like-”

“anyone with a brain can tell you both like each other.” he’s rolled his eyes so far into the back of his head you begin to take him a little more seriously now

“i... did i make it that obvious??” you’re directly facing him trying to get out as much information as you can

“yeah. very. at least levi wasn’t as bold.”

“i think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick he definitely doesn’t like me.”

connie gives you an “are you fucking with me?” look and you look away trying to distract yourself with the the canned goods lining the shelves

“he was worried sick when you didn’t come in for the entire week. he even asked me if he scared you away.”

“maybe i’m just his favourite customer?”

“favourite customer my ass he has a crush on YOU. confess.”

playing around with the ends of your sleeves connie sees he’s fighting a losing battle unless he gives you definitive solid proof

“please... i’ll get free barbecue if i win the bet and i’m kinda broke rn :-(” okay, you do want connie to eat well and be treated and maybe this is a good thing. if levi doesn’t like you then you can move on!!

“i’ll think about it.”

before connie can continue talking you make a beeline towards the tea aisle whilst throwing a “see you next time!” over your shoulder.

by the time you’ve gathered all of your groceries your basket is full to the brim. you’ve been lingering as much as you can out of fear but you think you’ve collected just enough courage to ask for his number

looking at the cash register levi is sat there and your shoulders slump. he’s probably going to say no and you’re going to look like a huge loser.

right as you’re about to take a step towards him levi finally spots you and gives you one look before standing up from his seat

“hi!” you wave at him

“...hey!” he smiles wide but he bites it back pretending it was never there in the first place

placing your basket in front of him he eyes what you’ve got

“hm... lots of peaches as per usual peaches.” the nickname that rolls of his tongue makes you tremble a little. will he call you that after you fuck everything up with this stupid confession?

his tongue pokes at the inside of his cheek when he gets to the heart shaped box of chocolates

“a gift for a friend? didn’t know you had those?” he teases as he scans the barcode

“gift for a crush!” you reply back enthusiastically as you dig through your wallet looking for your card

levi doesn’t respond for a few seconds and an awkward silence fills the air. you glance up to see him looking at you open mouthed in shock

“good luck.” he murmurs under his breath he’s not even returning your gaze at this point and is hurriedly scanning through your barcodes

“you okay?” you ask worrying about his mood

“yeah, yeah. great.” he’s quieter than usual.

the rest of your encounter is the same, levi silently bags your groceries and you can’t tell if this is a good or bad response.

just as he’s about to place the heart shaped box into your plastic bag you lunge forward holding his wrist to stop him

“no i don’t need those.”

he cocks his eyebrow upwards trying to analyse your expression and gain an understanding of your thoughts

“don’t tell me you’re chickening out. whoever it is will say yes.” he scoffs as he places the chocolates into the bag handing them over to you with a warm smile

there it is again. the fear returns and you swipe your tongue over your slightly dry lips.

no way.

is he telling you to confess to someone now? so he must not like you?

taking the bag away from him you scratch your neck out of habit and huff feeling frustrated

“he keeps giving me mixed signals.” you say hoping he catches your drift

“give him the chocolates and let him put two and two together. don’t even say anything.” his advice would be great if he weren’t the guy you were trying to confess to in real time

nodding you reach into the bag and bring the box back out before gently placing it in front of levi

“are you serious?” he asks and your face drops seeing the possible displeasure in his eyes

great, connie and the part timers just over analysed he doesn’t like you, obviously he doesn’t like you, why would he like you?

without looking back you hurry out, the embarrassment is eating you away now and the thought of ever returning to ackermart isn’t even feasible in your mind

at this point you may as well change your name, identity, dye your hair, have a few children and wear sunglasses the next time you come back so you look like a soccer mum and not the foolish y/n who thought they had a chance with their cute CASHIER???

god, you probably look like a creep

the sound of footsteps can be heard behind you and labored breaths follow before levi calls out for you

“please wait up.” he grumbles. slowing down your pace you let him catch up to you. he grabs at your wrist and sighs in relief

turning you see him savour the air

is this the part where he confesses he likes you too or—

“your receipt you forgot it.” he gasps as he opens your hand for you and places it into your palm

oh.

fingers clasping shut onto the paper you feel the humiliation seep into your pores

this.

is.

the.

worst.

moment.

of.

your.

life.

“open it.” he offer you a boyish smile and your nerves don’t let you find comfort in it

you grimace as you fold it open, you’re imagining he’s charged you an extra £100 for having unwanted feelings for him and if that’s the case you’ll die on the spot

but instead your eyes light up in joy. you’re pleasantly surprised

...

inside of the receipt is his phone number haphazardly sprawled across in black biro - you even double check by comparing it to the number for the customer service helpline

hello??

HELLO.?.!/)£ HIS NUMBER???

“if you just wanted to return the chocolate this is embarrassing.” he’s the one who’s now scratching at his neck and you find that he’s endearing this way

the streetlight from above illuminates him, the shadows cast over his face and his brows aren’t furrowed as they usually are

you open your mouth to reply but connie cuts you off unintentionally. he can be heard YELLING into his phone ecstatic that his plan has worked out

“I WIN!!! HA BBQ’S ON YOU JEAN!! MUST SUCK TO BE YOU.”

you and levi look at each other and laugh, reassuring the other of what has just happened.

well...

you guess this is the start of something new? maybe??

:-)

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

If your requests are still open, can I request headcanons for vetto, raia, william, and liebe with a m!reader who always insists on being strong and helping everyone to the point of exhaustion because he always feels like a burden? Thank you if you can, if not that's also fine!

Hello~! ^-^

Yes, they indeed are, and of course you may! I do hope that you like these~

Pairing: Vetto x m!reader, Rhya x m!reader, William x m!reader, & Liebe x m!reader

Fanfic type: headcanons

Genre: hurt-comfort (?)

Total length: ~1.3k

tag list for William: @the-fuegoleon-fluff

Vetto

Vetto doesn’t look like it, but he’s sensitive and attentive, so he catches quite early on that you get tired and feel much more strongly than you appear. And he notices it from the little things, the way your shoulders slump just a little bit too far. From the way your eyes fall to the ground, and the quiet, passing sighs that you let out while thinking that no one is paying attention.

But if someone asks you a question, or calls your name, your expression changes; a smile, or a neutral expression. Most of the time. Depends entirely on who is saying and what.

However, what always remains is that you don’t show your sorrows. Vetto is more than sure about it.

And he notices how it takes a toll on you, even if he tries to be there for you. But he can’t carry what you don’t share.

So, one day, as you sit under a tree, with a bunny on your lap, and a bambi eating from Vetto’s hand, he starts talking. Just talking, about how animals need to trust each other to survive in the wild, because alone they’re vulnerable. No matter how strong they’d be alone.

He talks for a good while. About how animals don’t show sorrow quite so clearly either…. Which is why he has gotten so good at picking it up.

“You don’t need to bear it all alone,” he says while putting his hand onto your shoulder and giving you a warm smile that is like the morning sun. “Let me be there for you,” he asks.

And that, is what makes the dams break. You lean against his shoulder, and let it out. But he doesn’t move away. Instead he leans closer, because finally, he can be the strong one between the two of you.

Rhya

Rhya’s intuition has always been outmatched, right up to the point of people not being able to fool him with lies. So, he does notice whenever he asks if something is wrong, and you try to tell him that ‘nothing’ is wrong.

The first time, or the second, he doesn’t say anything, thinking that it’s just a bad day. Or something that you don’t particularly want to talk about in that moment. But the instances, the insisting that you were alright, kept occurring.

He wasn’t good with these things. Offering emotional support. He wasn’t good with words. He hated it.

And he hated that he didn’t know what to tell you. To help you. Because you were trying to be strong for the both of you, but he didn’t need you to be.

He might not have had a partner before this, but he wasn’t expecting his future husband to be pulling all the weight. Yeah. He was lazy. He knew as much. But the troubles of a relationship, let alone a marriage, weren’t for only one person to carry.

So, the next time… The next time you told him you were ‘okay’, he told you that he knew it to be a lie. And he knew, why, you felt that you needed to tell so to him. Because you didn’t want to trouble him. You didn’t want to burden him. That was the kind of a person that you were.

But he chose you. He is choosing you, all the time. And burdens aren’t something that people choose to carry.

Light had taught Rhya that. And … it was true. A burden isn’t something a person chooses.

So, you were not a burden. And you couldn’t be a burden. Which is why he asked, that you’d tell him. He asked you to be truthful with him, because he’d know if you weren’t.

And in return, he promised to be honest with you; to carry the weight with you.

He pulled you into a hug, waiting for you to answer. Only that you didn’t have words to give. Because it was far better than you could have anticipated.

William

For a good part of his life, perhaps even now, he wouldn’t necessarily call himself as ‘strong’. Though, yes, he knew that he was strong, being a Magic Knight Captain and all. But… there was many kinds of strength.

And, perhaps, because he wasn’t strong, he had ended up betraying the kingdom. But then again… as he thought about it one day, there came a sense of relatability. Because he could be a mentor to the younger members of the squad, listen to their troubles, and he was genuine in his wish to help them. The same as you. You were also helpful and kind.

But when it came to his own emotions, he didn’t really talk about them. Just like you.

…You really hadn’t… as a couple, had a genuine exchange of emotions. Because you didn’t want to burden each other. Despite knowing that the troubles of other people were easier to carry than one’s own.

So, one evening, when the world around you was falling asleep, leaving only the two of you, he sat down with you and begun: “I think you and I, are very much alike.”

It wasn’t clear where he was going with it at first, but as he kept talking, it came apparent. He was talking about the… emotional mask both of you wore. The refusal to talk about your own troubles, out of the genuine wish of sparing the other.

There was a sense of understanding in there, because… he was the same. And he… hadn’t confided in another person the same way he now promised to confide to you. If you let him.

Of course you did. You’d listen to any qualm he might have, because you loved him. The hard part, however, was in spilling your qualms in return. But perhaps… together, you might try and succeed. So, you made a pact, agreeing to, little by little, learn to share your burdens. Because you were in it together. You two against the world, and its sea of troubles.

And you sealed it with a kiss.

Liebe

Liebe hasn’t had anyone to talk to about his emotions for most of his life. Not before getting out of Asta’s grimoire at least, and even then he doesn’t… really talk about his emotions.

He has never been much of a speaker, other than boasting as he got a sense of confidence. But his affection is in gestures. So… he’s not good with words. But he knows a forced smile when he sees one.

And he sees one on your face far too often. It takes a while for him to understand it though, because you’re doing kind things to him. You want to help him and listen and it’s… not the kind of a forced smile he’d expect.

So, he doesn’t understand it, until he sees you, when you think you’re alone and just… He sees how burdened you are. But as he takes a step inside you jolt and look at him, giving him a smile, another, forced smile.

That’s when it hits him. Just like he doesn’t know how to express many of his emotions, you don’t know how to express your own sorrow or troubles. And he doesn’t want you to be sad. He doesn’t want you to be alone, because he knows what it’s like to be alone.

“I don’t want you to be alone!” He tells you. Not be alone and cry into the pillow, while trying to just put on a smile for him, for everyone.

He does want you to smile, but he wants all of those smiles to come easily. He wants them to be because you feel like smiling. He just… wants you to be happy; a happiness that you two share, because he doesn’t want to loose you. Never.

[marauderundercover]

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Marinette flinches back as the room erupts in shouting. The younger boy, who was definitely younger than her and yet almost (if not definitely) taller than her, was fiercely glaring while he screamed at Mr. Wayne in….was that Arabic? The man that walked in with him was waving around the knife in his hand while Dick yelled at Mr. Wayne, his face filled with confusion instead of fury. Glancing around for a way out, Marinette makes eye contact with Alfred who nods behind him. Sneaking away from the group of angry men, Marinette follows Alfred into the kitchen and instantly feels at home. And much calmer.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, breathing deeply to avoid spiraling again. Alfred simply hands her a cookie before turning around and putting water in a kettle.

“There is no need to apologize, Miss Marinette. It seems Master Bruce has forgotten all sense today and is instead insistent on acting like a fool. It was wrong of him to announce you like that, without preparing you or the boys beforehand. I do hope that his atrocious display of proper manners doesn’t make you want to leave.” Alfred says, and Marinette’s eyebrows shoot upwards. Was he? Was Alfred actually blaming this situation on Mr. Wayne? Was it Mr. Wayne’s fault? Did he not actually hate her? Did he just make a mistake?

“I- what?” Marinette says, unsure of herself.

“You, my dear, are not at fault. Your father didn’t tell any of his sons that you were coming to the manor today, or that you existed in general. And judging by your face, you weren’t prepared for the boys to be here either.” Alfred clarifies.

“Oh. No, I wasn’t. Mr. Wayne just said that he wanted to get to know me, and he knew I wanted to get to know him. I- my birth mother passed away. But my Maman knew her, so I can find out from her how I’m similar to Bridgette. But neither of my parents knew Mr. Wayne, and I just wanted to know if I was like him, I guess. I didn’t even know who he was until two days ago.” Marinette admits.

“As in you found out Bruce Wayne was your birth father two days ago or-” Alfred trails off, waiting for her to clarify.

“Oh no. I found out the name of my birth father awhile ago. It’s just- I really don’t pay attention to celebrities. The only ones I really know are designers. So I didn’t put two and two together, and I didn’t even know about Bruce Wayne and Wayne Enterprises until a few days ago. My friend Adrien made me google him and that’s when I found out about...the boys.” She says, stopping herself from saying her brothers as she was still unsure if Mr. Wayne actually wanted her like he wanted the others.

“Well I’m certain that things will start to calm down shortly. In the meantime, would you care for some tea?” Alfred asks, holding up the kettle. Marinette nods gratefully, trying hard to stop her inner spiral from drowning her.

---

“What do you mean daughter?” Damian snarls, finally switching to English. Bruce blinks at the boy before sighing.

“I mean, you have a biological sister.” He says, tired and wishing he had been able to convince Marinette to go somewhere else. Not that he didn’t want her to meet her siblings. But it definitely wasn’t the laid back first meeting that he wanted.

“You mean half-sister.” Damian spits out, crossing his arms and sticking his nose into the air.

“Shut up, Demon Spawn. She’s our sister, get over it. Where’d the kid come from? Her mom drop her off?” Jason asks, obviously trying to actually understand the situation.

“No. I first met her at the Museum and had my suspicions. She’s in Gotham on a class trip, and before you ask, yes. We had a DNA test done and yes, I am her father.” Bruce says, frowning when he sees Dick’s hurt expression morph into one of excitement.

“Wait, wait, wait! Was she the girl who was sassing the Joker?” He asks quietly, practically buzzing with excitement. When Bruce nods, Dick cheers and runs from the room. Okay then.

“Wait, she met the Joker?” Jason asks, his expression turning dark. Bruce watches his son’s face morph into one of disgust when he puts it together. “She’s the French kid he had at gunpoint, isn’t she?”

“Yes. Which is one of the reasons why we both thought the manor would be a more appropriate meeting place rather than somewhere public.” Bruce says, sighing as Damian once again starts screaming. This was not what he had planned.

---

After just a few minutes with Alfred, Marinette already felt calmer. Calm enough to giggle at another story about something that one of the boys- one of her brothers- did. Calm enough to let her guard down. And mess up.

“If you wanna see something ridiculous, you should look up the 26th time Monsieur Ramier was akumatized into Monsieur Pigeon. He made all the buildings turn into bird cages and all the food turned into bird seed. Luckily it didn’t last long, but seeing the Mayor of Paris stuck inside a giant bird cage was kind of hilarious.” Marinette rambles, giggling at the memory. It was definitely a needed akuma, situated right between two super destructive akumas. Monsieur Pigeon was, while a nuisance, always a breath of fresh air. His akumatized form was brought on by his fierce protectiveness of the pigeons, which luckily never led to death for civilians.

“Pardon me, Miss Marinette, but could I ask what you mean by ‘akumatized’?” Alfred asks, his posture suddenly stiff. Marinette’s eyes widen as she realizes what she just did. She told someone outside of Paris about the situation happening in Paris. Well crap. Normal Parisians didn’t know about the media block that she had set up with the help of the Mayor and Max. But after her calls to the Justice League were ignored, and she realized how disastrous it would be for a member of the League to be akumatized, the media block was the best choice. Time to act clueless.

“Akumatized, as in, a person is possessed by an akuma? Surely you’ve heard of it. It’s been happening in Paris for almost two years.” She says, hoping he doesn’t ask to see any evidence. This isn’t good, this is awful, this-

“And what is an akuma?” Alfred asks. Okay, this isn’t too bad.

“It’s an evil butterfly sent out by the villain, Hawkmoth.” Marinette says, giving out more information than she’s really comfortable with. Okay, time to change the subject, no more questions about heroes or villains or-

“Marinette!” A new voice calls, sliding into the kitchen, almost immediately falling over.

“Master Dick, have you forgotten about your ban on the kitchen?” Alfred asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.

“Awww, Alfred, I just wanted to talk to Marinette. I feel bad for all of us overwhelming her back there.” Dick says with a pout that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous on him. Despite obviously being at least ten years older than her.

“Don’t feel bad. It was just...a lot all at once.” Marinette says with a small smile.

“So I have to ask, are you the one who sassed the Joker at the Museum the other day?” He asks, a wide grin on his face as he sits on one of the stools. Marinette’s eyes widen and she blinks. How?

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess. It wasn’t a big deal though. He thought I was a Wayne- well, I guess he figured it out before I did- but I think he just wanted to scare my class.” She says, waving her hand to brush off the topic. She really didn’t want to talk about the Joker. Because she was sure it would turn into-

“I apologize for asking, but have you been caught up in the villain attacks in Paris before?” Alfred asks, Marinette instantly panicking. Sure, she’d been caught up in almost every single akuma battle as Ladybug. But there were a few on record where she was targeted as Marinette, and even a few battles that she assisted as Marinette. And then there was Kwami Buster…

“Well, a few. But basically everyone in Paris has dealt with it at some point. That’s just what happens when there’s an attack so often, you know? And my school seems to be a hotspot but that makes sense because teenagers are full of negative emotions and-” Marinette cuts off her rambling, cursing herself on the inside. Great job, Mari. Now they’re going to be worried or they’re going to think you’re a freak or-

“What do you mean negative emotions? Why would that matter?” Dick asks, his previous cheerful smile replaced with a look that clearly meant business.

“That’s how the villain chooses his targets. Negative emotion. If someone is having a bad enough day, he can take control of them and give them powers and basically destroy the city trying to get to Ladybug and Chat Noir, who are our heroes. I only know what’s been posted on official sites like the Ladyblog or miraculousparis.org.” Marinette says, smiling apologetically and hoping that this conversation can be over.

“Have you ever been akumatized?” Dick asks, tension suddenly filling the room.

“No, thankfully. I’ve found ways to manage my negative emotions so that they can’t take me over. I don’t blame anyone who has been akumatized, it’s hard not to be. But, I also don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if I was akumatized.” Because then her family would be a target. Because Hawkmoth would know her identity. And if Hawkmoth’s insistence on her being akumatized was anything to go on, she’d be a devastating akuma. And if Ladybug wasn’t fighting in the battle….would the cure even work?

“That is a lot of pressure, Miss Marinette.” Alfred says softly after a moment of tense silence. Marinette grins brightly.

“I can handle it, don’t worry!” She says, hoping no one can tell how hard it actually is. How hard it is constantly being strong. Never truly feeling a negative emotion.

---

Bruce winces at the faux cheerfulness in his daughter’s voice. He had only found out about the Paris situation a few days ago, but he was determined to fix it. Find a solution. Do something to help the city and by extension, his daughter. She’d be going back there soon. Back to a city that was being held hostage by an emotional terrorist. Bruce would fix this. He had to.

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Here’s a list of the fics i read last month that i absolutely love and recommend! Don’t forget to leave comments and kudos if you enjoyed the fic! And happy new year folks!

❄️ Letters to June by @larryyouknow | @Larry_you_know | abo | M | 41k

It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.

❄️ In my bed (you’re not here) by @dehydratedpool | @dehydratedpool | M | 5.6k

Louis fears that his long-term boyfriend Harry is losing feelings for him. A drunken night reveals he might be wrong.

❄️ Bring It Back That Old Feeling by @all-these-larrythings | @Rearviewdreamer | M | 57k

After six years together, Harry thought there wasn’t anything that he didn’t know about his husband, and no problem they couldn’t solve with a kiss and a snuggle. After a painful year of booze and heartache, he realizes some problems are much harder to fix, but the wait is always worth it.

❄️ a common place affliction by @thepolourryexpress | @thepolourryexpress | abo | E | 36k

“You should go home,” Louis muses, and Harry can feel the omega crouch down to become eye level with Harry, poking his cheek with a dainty finger. Harry lifts his arm, taking a peek at Louis’ face. Louis looks tired, he notes, but not exhausted, and there’s an eyelash stuck to his cheek. Harry doesn’t hesitate to lazily reach out and thumb over his cheek

“Can’t,” Harry croaks, blindly twisting his hand around to grab at Louis’ offending finger and just holding it. “C’mere. Take a nap with me,” he asks after a beat, opening an eye to look at Louis.

Louis raises an eyebrow. “M’not going to nap with you in the middle of the ER, H.”

Sighing, Harry squeezes the young nurse’s finger. “Nobody cares.” He knows they do; they’ll annoy nurses and probably worry patients when they catch sight of a nurse and surgeon sleeping on the job. Let alone in the middle of the emergency ward hallway. Harry can hear the complaints now: ‘these are the people we’re supposed to trust with our lives?’

❄️ If I Loved You Less by @allwaswell16 | @allwaswell16 | abo | E | 36k

Louis has the aristocracy at his feet and all the suitors he could hope for, but his secrets may ruin his chance at a love match.

❄️ Could We Be Such Fools by @loveislarryislove | @LiveLaughLoveLarry | M | 27k

Harry snorts. “The truth, is it?” he says. “That’s an interesting idea. What’s the ‘truth,’ then? Are you going to tell me about how my fiancé is just too irresistible, about how you love him more than I ever could, about how you deserve him?”

“No,” Louis says honestly. “I definitely don’t deserve him -- and neither do you. We both deserve way better.”

❄️ I’ve Got You by @alltheselights | @alltheselights | abo | E | 63k

As a reward for saving the king's life, Harry is offered omega Prince Louis' hand in marriage. Neither of them has any interest in the union going forward, and so they concoct a plan to prove to the king that they are far from a perfect match.

❄️ Single Bells Ring by @absoloutenonsense | @nonsensedarling | abo | M | 17k

A holiday singles event is not where Louis wants to be tonight, but there he is, helping his best friend find love. Just as Louis is settling in, ready to have a terrible time, he meets the fittest alpha he’s ever come across.

❄️ All Your Mates Are Here by @londonfoginacup | @LadyLondonderry | Teen And Up Audiences | 36k

"The pack is... It's folding, Harry."

Like every werewolf does when they get to a new town, Harry joined one of the many local packs when he started university. Now, three years into his program, he's hit with the news that his pack is giving up, going their separate ways. In the wake of the holidays, the three single wolves from the Majestic pack are pointed in the direction of a new pack to join; one that's got struggles of its own.

A new pack, a new house, and two new roommates with personal space issues... Plus exams, of course.

❄️ Rapture by @allwaswell16 | @allwaswell16 | vampires | E | 3k

It was New Year's Eve in Victorian London, and a lonely vampire could no longer resist the stunning lamplighter he watched night after night.

❄️ Voicemail sings a wreck by @falsegoodnight | @falsegoodnight

Louis is the president of the biggest omega sorority on campus, Harry is the president of the biggest alpha fraternity on campus, and they do not get along.

(p.s. this is my first time doing monthly recs, so please be nice! i’m mostly doing this for myself since my bookmarks are a mess and this is my way to keep track of the fics that i’ve read and recommend)