#Poor Pen too thinking it didn't mean anything to him

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The willow tree scene is kind of heartbreaking because I don't think it went quite how Colin hoped. I think he thought she also felt this crazy shift between them after their kiss and would maybe want to START courting. When she says we cannot continue our lessons, and he says kind of excitedly "I agree!" I think he thinks she means, because she wants him to court her instead. Further implied when he asks for clarification on why, asking if it is "because of what happened between them" alluding to her possible feelings towards him. But of course Penelope's dream of Colin reciprocating her feelings is virtually dead she doesn't even entertain the idea that the kiss could've been as intense for him as it was for her. And he looks so taken aback when she says they should keep their distance, which is literally the opposite of what he wanted. and he still wishes her happiness, even while he's dying inside.

[gaylordscooter]

In Too Deep

[warning for dissociation, references to self harm, and suicidal thoughts]

He woke up in an unfamiliar place, he should’ve been used to this by now. He kinda was, considering he didn't immediately summon any attacks.

Killer massaged his skull as he sat up on the couch he apparently fell asleep on. His eye socket still ached from having that parasite in it.

“you finally up again?” Hor—Sans asked.

get that through your head already.

“mhph” he hummed and nodded in a completely lucid manner.

He registered that Sans was back to wearing regular clothes as opposed to the “disguise”. Looking down at himself he realized he also was wearing his normal clothes—actually no, his shirt and jacket was normal but he was still wearing those red bell bottom jeans. Looks like whoever changed him didn't want to intrude on his personal space that much.

“geez, that thing did a number on you.” Sans absentmindedly scratched at his neck. “that ‘blue’ guy’s back. he's talked to me and dusk, individually. he's trying to sort out the living situation.”

“whaddya mean? dusk and i are living in the same apartment and you're living with your fellow monsters, what's there to sort out? unless the walking x did decide to kick us out.”

“no, we're not being kicked out. blue’ll explain, just go over to his room,” Sans said. He pointed to the hallway, “it's the door at the end.”

Right after he said that, Dusk walked in from the hall. His head quickly turned to Sans after he noticed Killer was awake.

“you're up,” he said. Something sounded off in his tone. Was he disappointed? Annoyed?

Or was Killer still groggy and just imagined it. “yup,” he pushed himself up from the couch and his vision definitely didn't get funky for a moment, “so, the nerd wants to talk to me?”

“that's what i meant.”

Oh, that was “you're up” as in “it's your turn” not as in “oh thank god you're okay i missed you”. Of course. Duh.

“cool.” He walked over to the hallway, while he passed Dusk he tried searching his expression for anything, but with his hoodie back on he couldn't even see his face. He swore he was mad at him or something…

He continued down the hall, pushing that feeling aside as he opened the door to Blue’s room.

Blue was seated on his bed, which was shaped like a damn rocket-ship, and held a clipboard in his hand with a pen in the other. He gave him a gentle smile when he walked in. “Hello! Take a seat.” He gestured to the shoddy stool situated in front of his bed.

Killer narrowed his sockets, “what is this?”

“I’ll just have a quick chat with you considering your future living circumstances. Sorry for the poor setup, I don't necessarily have an office.”

Killer scoffed and stayed standing. “why didn't you just do this in the living room?”

“I wanted there to be privacy for each of you.”

“privacy?”

“Just sit down already so I can explain,” Blue sighed.

Begrudgingly, Killer sat down. Only because he didn't want his vision getting wonky again from standing.

“Okay, so. You three have gone through a lot—”

“heh, sure.”

“—even more than being held captive by Nightmare. And obviously that can cause a lot of…baggage.”

Killer chuckled, “oh. oh, you're gonna try and play doctor, aren’tcha? gonna try to fix us?” He eyed the clipboard. “gonna take notes on us like we're mere lab rats?”

“That's not the reason I’m taking notes—and I’m not going to try to ‘fix’ you, I want to help.”

“well, you've already done that, haven't you? saved us from that awful party that your friend sent us to,” Killer spat.

Blue put the clipboard down behind him. “I didn't agree to that. I told him not to. It was out of my control.”

“of course it was.”

Blue went silent for a bit, fidgeting with his hands. His eyelights stayed on Killer at all times.

It took him a moment to think of what to say.

“If you don't want my help, I won't force you. We’ll just get onto discussing where you'll live and you can get on with your day.”

“i’m fine with that apartment, now let me leave.”

“That hotel room isn't necessarily meant as a place for long-term stay—”

“i don't care. i’m fine living there with dusk.” He stood up, ready to leave.

Blue squinted his eyes and his smile faltered. “Dusk said he wanted to move into a house,” he mumbled.

Killer huffed and walked over to the door. “fine, whatever. apartment, house, it doesn't matter.”

“alone.”

The room went silent once more.

Killer drew his hand away from the door knob and turned around. His ringed eyelights bore into the other skeleton. “what?”

Blue shrunk in on himself. “he said that…he wanted to live alone.”

“why?!” Killer couldn't help but yell.

He was scaring the other skeleton shitless, but he didn't really care about that right now. He needed an answer. Was that why Dusk was acting so cold to him earlier? Was he still mad at him from that argument they had?

Did he finally wake up and realize he was sick of—

“You two should discuss this with each other,” Blue said, voice loud enough to be heard through his thoughts. “I thought he would bring it up when you woke up.”

“he didn't tell me anything,” he muttered.

For the first time, Blue looked away from him. He was clueless on what to say. “Um, sorry…”

Killer left the room without another word. He quickly made his way back to the living room.

Dusk and Sans were sitting on the couch all casually as if everything was fine.

“what the fuck, dusk?” he snapped.

Attention was on him instantly.

Sans looked confused, while Dusk’s stupid face was covered by his stupid hood as always.

“you're just gonna leave me without a warning, huh?” His voice cracked as he spoke, much to his dismay.

Sans glanced at the two of them, and stood up from the couch. “i’m just gonna…yeah.” He fled the room.

“we're not exactly obligated to live with each other,” Dusk said. “we're not a married couple.”

How could he treat this like it was trivial?

“but i don't want you to leave! what the hell am i supposed to do alone?” He was panicking. He couldn't even control the words he was saying, let alone think of what he was saying.

“killer, i care about you—fuck—i love you, even,” Dusk admitted.

The sudden confession wasn't doing any wonders for calming Killer down. Now? Really? Now?!

“what the hell is your problem, then?” he managed to say.

“we need to spend some time apart,” he said.

Killer had to take a moment to breathe. He didn't even need oxygen, he just needed to calm down. As if breathing would even help.

Dusk stood up to approach him.

God dammit.

He hugged Killer.

God fucking dammit.

Automatically, Killer’s arms wrapped around his back, clinging onto him and never wanting to let go. “why do we need to spend time apart?” he croaked.

“we can't depend on each other all the time.”

“dust, please, i’ve already been alone for too long!”

Dusk moved his hands up to Killer’s shoulders to push him away so that they could look each other in the eye sockets.

Killer’s face was a mess. The rotten determination leaking from his sockets mixed with his tears which was smudged all over his face from the hug.

“i-i meant to say ‘dusk’, i’m sorry—”

“killer,” he said as gently as he could, which was hardly due to the lack of practice. “i’m not mad at you. i just need a break. we're in a new world, i can't just spend all my time locked up in a hotel room with you and you shouldn't either.”

“you're leaving me.”

“we're just not going to live together. we won't be that far away.”

“i don't understand! if you're not even mad then why do you need a break from me?”

“this isn't healthy, killer,” Dusk stressed.

Killer’s sockets widened at the ridiculousness of the statement. “when have we ever cared about that?”

“since i started caring about you,” Dusk countered.

Killer noticed he could see his eyelights from under his hood, but they weren't the usual colors. They were white.

Dusk’s hands mechanically drew away from him. “you're too clingy.”

The sentence was like a slap to the face. No, he's felt a slap to the face before, this was worse.

Dusk continued, “so i’m going to live on my own. you're not changing my mind.”

Yeah, it felt more like being stabbed through the soul.

Killer didn't respond, so the conversation ended there.

After a minute passed, Blue and Sans walked into the room. The timing felt too forced. He didn't doubt that they were listening. He couldn't bring himself to care.

He didn't know what to do now.

“hey,” someone said.

“are you…are you aware the other two have already left?”

He was in a room. He almost forgot that, somehow. He didn’t really feel like he was anywhere right now. “what?”

The person he was talking to seemed so blurry, all his surroundings did, now that he thought about it.

“aw geez,” Blue muttered. The other skeleton was completely out of it. Usually when Ink dissociates, he'd hold his hand to ground him, but he didn't know how Killer would react to that. He waved his hand in front of his eye sockets. “Killer? Do you know where you are right now?”

Killer turned his head towards him, but his lack of eyelights made it hard to tell if he was actually looking at him. “i—we're in your house, right?”

“We’re already back in your room,” Blue said gently.

He went quiet again.

“Hey, uh, do you want anything to eat? I don't think you've had food in a while.”

“yeah sure whatever,” he mumbled.

Yeah he totally wasn't listening.

He weighed his options. He could potentially grab Killer's hand and take him to a restaurant—no he's not gonna do that. He could…leave him here to get some food and then come back. He didn't really wanna leave him though.

Killer walked over to his bed to lie down.

He also kinda didn't want to stay either.

He couldn't believe he thought that this was that Killer. In hindsight, he should've known immediately that they were a different group. That Killer acted completely differently from this one. This one was, frankly, quite pitiful.

And pity he did.

“why are you still here?”

The sound of his voice made him flinch. He sighed, “I don't want you to be alone right now.”

Killer let out an empty chuckle, “why? what trouble could i possibly cause alone?”

Blue felt his soul drop at the first thing he imagined. He pushed that away. “Uh, I’m more concerned about your well-being than…any trouble you might cause.”

“sure.”

Yeah he wasn't leaving this guy alone. He reached for his phone to shoot a quick text to Ink and promptly put it away.

He walked over to the other bed. With no reaction from Killer, he decided to sit down on it.

Now that he was closer he could see how much messier Killer’s face had gotten. It looked like a squid attacked him. Sheesh, he didn't even know what that black liquid was but surely it wasn't a good thing to be leaking that much of it.

“you're stumped, aren't you?” he asked. “you don't know how to help me.”

Blue was surprised by the question. “Well, I can't exactly help someone who doesn't want it.” Getting him to cooperate would be the first step.

Killer propped himself up on his bed to lean his back against the headboard. He turned his tar-leaking head to Blue with a demented smile. “how would you go about it if i did?”

“I’d probably get you something to eat because you haven't eaten in, how many hours has it been already? About six.”

“gee, and here you are lazing about. i guess i’m gonna starve to death now because you didn't help.”

“You haven't asked for my help yet, silly,” Blue rolled his eyelights. “Anyway, I had someone else get you food.”

The door opened immediately after his sentence ended. Ink dramatically waltzed in holding a bag of takeout and handed it to Blue.

Killer didn't even have the time to complain about the sudden company before Ink winked, melted into a puddle and left.

Blue frowned and put the takeout down on the bed he was sitting on. “he left the door open, of course.” He walked over to shut the door and returned back to the bed to open the bag. “So! Have you ever had sushi before?”

Killer looked at Blue like he was insane. “what the hell is your deal?”

“It's just raw fish, you don't need to be so hung up about it.” Blue nonchalantly handed Killer a container of sushi rolls and chopsticks.

Much to Blue's relief, he accepted the sushi.

“I just got you some basic California rolls—right this is human food I forgot to mention. There isn't really any concerns about it health-wise but some monsters aren't prepared for the different feel of it—”

Killer was already putting a roll into his mouth. “it's fine, nightmare made us eat food from the surface. i’m used to it.”

“Oh.” Killer was actually contributing to the conversation, he needed to say more than that to keep it going. “Did you have any particular favorites?” He started eating his own sushi, they were dragon rolls, which sounded a lot cooler than they actually were. Oh well, they were still good.

Killer answered with a simple “no” before stuffing his mouth with more sushi.

That's fine, Blue could carry this conversation himself. “Seafood’s particularly been my favorite so far. Humans get so creative with it!”

Killer didn't respond. He just kept eating.

“It's kinda why I got us sushi, actually. I’ve been trying everything on the menu at this one place for the past few weeks.” He ate a few rolls himself. Maybe holding a conversation while they were eating wasn't the smartest way to go about it. It was a hassle to talk and eat.

Right as he thought that, Killer finished the last of his food. He put the chopsticks in the container and shoved it off the bed. He lied back down immediately.

The action kinda reminded him of a cat.

Blue put his leftovers back in the bag and got up to pick Killer’s discarded container off the ground. “I guess I’ll get going now.” He walked over to the door. “I can come back tomorrow morning if you’d like? I know going out to get food by yourself is…a less than ideal experience.”

Killer sighed and pinched his nasal bone. “you're annoyingly persistent. fine, do whatever you want.”

“It's a date, see you tomorrow!” Blue said cheerily before leaving. Immediately after closing the door he questioned why he said that. He could've said literally anything else. Or just omitted that first part. Whatever, hopefully Killer will ignore it. Dying of embarrassment is not on his to-do list.

With that guy gone, Killer could finally relax. Well, not necessarily relax but if he felt like throwing a few attacks around the room to let off some steam no one would get caught in the crossfire. No one he doesn't want to hurt, at least.

God, his face was a mess.

He felt like a mess too.

Maybe he should shower…

He just remembered, he doesn't have a change of clothes.

He used to have so many clothes. He recently obtained a lot, in fact.

He wished he could kill Nightmare. God he hated that thing. Why did he have to go and kidnap him? Why did he have to torture him and the others and then fool them for a moment into thinking they were safe?

He shouldn't even be here right now. He should be dead.

Killer screwed his sockets shut.

He’s going to shower. Who gives a shit if he doesn't have a change of clothes, at least he’ll get to feel the scalding water on his bones.

He managed to will himself over to the bathroom.

The first thing he noticed on the countertop was, remarkably, a change of clothes. It wasn't just any clothes, however. These were some of the clothes he had back at Nightmare’s castle.

There was a note that sat atop the folded clothes.

“Hiii, I know these look familiar. I managed to snag these from Nightmare. There's more in the dresser in the other room that you completely neglected to check. P.S. you got wayyy too many clothes.”

It was signed with a horribly written “Ink”.

…

That guy creeped him out.

He sighed. At least he has his clothes, he guessed.

He hesitated as he took off his jacket. He faced away from the mirror as he finally did. He threw it behind him, it probably landed on the countertop. As he took off his shirt, he thought about how he got into these clothes in the first place.

Someone changed his clothes, obviously. But who?

He caught a glimpse of the scars on his arms as he took off the rest of his clothes.

And then his soul froze.

If someone changed his jacket, and someone did change him because he doesn't remember doing that himself—honestly he doesn't even remember taking a nap—they saw his scars.

He didn't know how to feel about that.

He didn't really keep them a secret. At least he thinks he doesn't. Of course he doesn't go around announcing he has them either.

It's not really anyone else's business.

He absentmindedly ran his hands along the ridges on his tibiae and fibulae before jerking away like they were on fire.

He wasn't going to think about this anymore.

He hopped into the shower. He turned the faucet to as hot as it could go. It's not like he had skin to burn, besides the hotter the water the easier it was to scrub off the damn rotten determination off of him.

So, recap. Dusk hates him now, Sans has abandoned him to be with his real friends and family, and he really really wishes he could kill Nightmare, preferably by strangulation.

And Blue’s trying to fix him, at least that will be interesting to watch.

He really wasn't looking forward to sleeping alone tonight.

“you're too clingy.”

He pushed Dusk’s words out of his mind. Well, sorry that he was alone for however many years! God forbid he wanted to make up for lost time! What a horrible person he was for wanting to stick around the person he cared about the most!

He shut his eyes tightly, reveling in the burn of the water.

He wanted to scream. He wasn't going to, probably. He didn't want anyone to come knocking at his door.

Man, if only he had a way to calm down. Oh wait! He can't even fight with Dusk to let off some steam either!

Great! Awesome!

If he did fight with Dusk right now he’d probably kill him at this point. But that's completely useless to think about because if he could in the first place, he wouldn't be this angry.

Really great shower thoughts he was having. It's not like this is only making him more frustrated at Dusk.

He came up with that name for him.

Y’know what? He's over it now! This whole thing is stupid! Who needs him?

Hell, Blue’s willing to do all this stuff for him—someone he hardly even knows! Fuck it! He can be his replacement. He’ll be better than Dusk ever was!

He turned off the shower. He wished turning off his thoughts was that easy too.

He dried off and threw on the clothes that were left on the countertop. They happened to be a pair of sweats and a cotton shirt, clearly suitable sleepwear. Did Ink put these here after he delivered the food?

No, the note said there were some in the dresser. He probably did that before he got here.

That guy really creeped him out.

Well, maybe he didn't feel like sleeping now. He still has yet to explore the area and it’s probably late out.

He squinted at the currently closed blinds. He wondered if this universe had a proper day and night cycle.

He approached the window and opened the blinds to answer his question.

Lo and behold it was dark out.

His eyes widened. He rushed back to the bathroom to snag his jacket and shrugged it on as he went out of the hotel room.

It was lethally silent in the hallway so he crept down it as quietly as he could.

Just as he hoped, absolutely no one was in the lobby.

He exited the hotel without that awful feeling of dread that was present last time.

Cold air hit his face as he closed the door behind him. Everything was dark, there weren't even streetlamps or anything on. Must've been really late.

Sheesh. How long did he stay in the shower?

Feeling bold, he walked down the sidewalk, looking around even though he could hardly see.

Some people were scared of the dark, which Killer found funny. Personally he felt an odd sense of calmness from being in the dark. Things were less overwhelming.

If there was anyone out right now he sure as hell couldn't see them and they probably couldn't see him in turn.

This kinda reminded him of his walks in the forest…Usually he went out at night to see his cats or if he was having a particularly hard time sleeping.

His cats…

He hoped the six of them were fine.

Maybe.

Maybe Nightmare isn't as bad as he acted. Maybe that apology was genuine. He did lie. He said he killed Dust and Horror—in a way he did. Neither of them went by those names anymore. But he also told those two that he killed him, and he's still Killer. He’ll always be.

Why did he lie? Why did he apologize? Manipulation? Then why did he send them away?

There were those rare times he had less slime on him than usual. Times when he was damaged. One of those times was around the time he decided to kick them out.

Maybe none of this meant anything. “Guardian of negativity” surely that just meant he was the scum of the multiverse.

He caught sight of the moon. Apparently this universe had one of those too. Something in his soul stirred.

He's never seen the moon before, has he? They've gone to the surface many times, Nightmare hardly took them underground, but they've never been out at night.

And of course he's never been to the surface back in his universe.

It was beautiful. Currently a waxing gibbous, most of it was showing. A full moon would be soon.

He was surprised he remembered the phases of the moon. That's right, he was a huge fan of space once, wasn't he?

There were plenty of stars too. The lack of light pollution here really made them stand out.

He wasn't that tired right now. Maybe he could stay up to watch the sun rise, but some people might be out by then. He sighed. He supposed he should head back.

It was fairly easy to find the hotel again, even in the dark, granted he just walked in a straight line.

Once he got back to his room, all sleepiness finally hit him. He took off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor and got on his bed.

The second his head hit the pillow he immediately fell asleep.

He woke up to the sound of knocking. He jerked upright, wiping the drool off his mouth.

His dream was relatively mundane. He hardly remembered any of it. There was a deer at one point, that was the only thing he could remember.

In his book, that meant he had a good dream.

“dusk, can you get the door?”

No response, typical.

He grumbled, willing himself out of bed to answer the door himself. As he passed by Dusk’s empty bed it hit him that he wasn't living with him anymore. Oh, right.

And the person knocking at the door was definitely not gonna be Sans, but Blue.

He stood in front of the door, hand hovering above the doorknob.

There was another knock. “Uh, Killer? Are you awake?”

Did he really want to answer it right now?

He was having a great time being alone. By himself.

There was another knock, more frantic this time.

If he just stayed quiet maybe he'll assume he was sleeping and go away.

“Killer!?” Blue’s yell caught him off guard. He sounded like he was panicking.

“I’M GONNA BREAK THE DOOR DOWN TO CHECK IF YOU’RE SLEEPING!” he shouted.

Okay he should probably open the door. He grabbed the doorknob and opened the door.

Blue jumped as the door opened. He looked like he was about to kick the door down. Honestly, Killer kinda wanted to see if he'd even be able to do that. “OH! Oh! Thank goodness. You're alive—AWAKE!” He seemed to mentally kick himself. “Good morning!”

He was dressed in motorcycle gear. There was no way this guy actually drove a motorcycle, was there?

Killer quirked a brow bone. “you're alive too. nice to know you didn't trip on anything on your way here.”

Blue scratched the back of his skull as he weakly laughed. “Ha…yeah. So, ready to go get breakfast?”

“wait, we're going out? i thought you were just going to bring the food like last time.”

“Oh don't worry, we're gonna go somewhere relatively secluded. Once you drive far enough from this little town there's a field of grass people hardly go to since it takes a while to walk to. I’ll set up a picnic there,” Blue explained.

“so you do have the food on you. let's just eat here.”

“No, you need some sunlight. C’mon.”

Killer narrowed his sockets. “i went out last night.”

“That's good! You still need sunlight.” He really wasn't budging on this.

Then he had a thought. What if he threatened him? He wasn't going to let this guy push him around.

A bone with a sharpened end was summoned in his hand before he knew it.

Blue didn't even move.

He brought the bone close to his chest. “you're not making me go out, alright? just bring the food here. or y’know what? i don't even need to eat. you can just fuck off and leave me alone.”

Blue raised his hands in defense. “Okay. I’m sorry for pushing your boundaries. I won’t do it again,” he mumbled guiltily.

Killer huffed, drawing the bone away. His apology only pissed him off more. He didn't even look or sound remotely scared. “do you know how easy it would be to kill you?”

Blue stared at him with caution.

“i’ve already killed my brother, do you think killing myself would be any harder?” His hand on the bone tightened.

Instantly Blue reached out to grab his wrists tossing any concern for himself out the window. “I know you think it’d be easy but please don’t!”

He wasn't worried about dying in the slightest. He was worried about Killer dying.

He could feel his hands trembling around his wrists.

“why do you care so much?” Killer asked.

Blue frowned. Killer wasn't sure why.

“I—i’m sorry. after you fell asleep while the others were changing out of those stupid disguises, i suggested that one of them should change your jacket, at least. you already weren't wearing a shirt i didn't realize—”

“did they both see them?”

Blue let go of his wrists and dropped his hands by his sides. He nodded solemnly.

Killer was stunned. Is that why Dusk decided to leave him? He finally saw how pathetic he was. He wouldn't want to deal with someone like that. It made sense.

“Killer,” Blue said, “Dusk and Sans are concerned for you.”

Killer cackled. “so they decided to leave me? yeah, they seemed real concerned.”

Blue’s expression grew stern. “Most of them were old, but some of them were recent.”

Killer went deathly silent. Oh. Oh yeah. He almost forgot he…

Oh god no.

“dusk saw them,” he mumbled.

He wasn't an idiot. He probably pieced it together the second he noticed there were fresher ones.

No no no no no. He wasn't supposed to see that shit. No wonder why he was so stubborn about leaving him. He knew. He knew the cause of those ones.

He knew the cause was him.

Cutting himself over a fucking argument? One that he caused and needed to apologized over? Of course Dusk wanted to get away from him. He knew how fucked up he was.

How immature. How disgusting.

Someone gently pulled him into a hug. He couldn't bring himself to push them away. He didn’t really want to.

It felt warm. It was nice.

He didn't deserve this comfort but he decided to be selfish.

It was probably a solid minute before Killer registered that it was Blue that was hugging him. Of course it was, he was the only other person in the room.

The door has apparently been closed this entire time, which is a relief. He wouldn't want random people walking down the hall to see this.

Awkwardly, he wriggled out of the hug.

His vision was currently a blurry mess which was undeniable proof that he was crying.

“I’m sorry,” Blue said.

He wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for.

“If you want me to leave, I understand.”

“no,” he said, a bit too desperately. “you can stay.” He didn’t want to be alone right now.

Blue seemed to think for a moment. For a second, Killer was worried he wanted to leave, but then he smiled. “Alright, but I should get the food first. I left it outside on my bike.” He turned around to open the door and left.

Even though he knew he was just getting the food, he was still worried he wasn’t going to come back.

He really is clingy.

Instead of going back to his bed to sit down he stood there in front of the door like an idiot.

To add insult to injury, Blue didn’t look surprised to see him still standing when he got back with a picnic basket. He did, however, comment on how he didn’t lock the door.

Blue apparently also brought the picnic blanket with him. He unfolded it and spread it out on the ground to the best of his ability. There wasn't entirely enough room for it so some of it scrunched up against the legs of the beds. He also opened the blinds to let some sunlight through.

The two of them sat down on the blanket to have an indoor picnic.

He was skeptical of this guy at first, but he was warming up to him. He seemed genuine.

He was just warming up to him because he was desperate. The second Dusk left him he blindly grasped for a replacement.

He was horrible.

He almost hoped that Blue had some ulterior motive, that he was manipulating him. It’d serve him right.

But the food they were eating right now was cooked by him and he was filling the silence he didn't want to hear right now.

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flustered — jeon wonwoo | 1.7k | fluff

first ever work on tumblr for any fandom! yikes. gender neutral reader. no warnings.

people often think wonwoo isn't the kind of person to express himself freely. you know how untrue that accusation is. wonwoo is far from emotionless. only his close friends know what actually makes him crack up, and you're one of the very few who knows what makes him cry.

but you have no idea what makes him blush.

ever since you've been in a relationship, you've never once seen him blush at anything you've said. compliments don't work, not when he accepts them gracefully and carries on like nothing's happened. he doesn't shy away when the band makes him perform silly antics for the fans, opting to do them with the small, ever-present smile on his face.

even mingyu is clueless when you ask him what it is that could possibly make wonwoo blush. teasing him about you never works because it just makes him smile even more.

so you decide to give it a go and try everything you can to make his cheeks turn red. it's silly, but it should be worth the efforts.

wonwoo doesn't like waking up early when he doesn't have to, but when you wake up today morning, his side of the bed is empty. you get up and walk to the living room, careful not to make any noise.

sure enough, wonwoo's sitting on the sofa with his laptop on the coffee table and a notepad and a pen on his lap, occasionally jotting down something here and there. you watch him for a minute or two before you walk up to him and put your arms around his neck, bending down so your lips are right next to his ear. "good morning," you whisper in the most morning-y voice you can muster. you don't think your voice has ever been this low before.

wonwoo doesn't even flinch. he grips your hands with one of his and turns around to press a kiss to your cheek. "good morning, darling," he says, turning to the laptop to pause the video on his screen before he looks at you again. "did you sleep well?"

"till i realized you weren't sleeping beside me, yes."

he chuckles and takes his hand off yours, laying down before raising his arms to you. you've done this a hundred times before — tumbling over the sofa and onto his chest and into his arms, secure.

he presses a kiss to your head. "do you have any plans for today?"

"none, unless you count me wanting to spend the rest of the day with you." you can't see his reaction, but his heartbeat is steady as it always is. you can feel his smile against your head.

"that's what i wanted to do, too, but do you want to go to the museum today? i know you've been wanting to for a while. maybe we could catch a movie after that."

you don't have the heart to say anything but yes. it sounds like the perfect day, even if you didn't achieve your goal.

the next time you try is when you get into an argument.

it's not an argument, not really. just a minor disagreement.

about a certain cat you want as a pet, and it reaches its final stage with wonwoo on his gaming chair and you standing in front of him, hands on your hips. "are you saying you're so heartless that you can't adopt the poor cat?"

"don't twist my words! it's not like i don't want to adopt it."

"that's the impression you're giving right now."

wonwoo sighs, running a hand through his hair. "i want a cat. and i want it with you. but don't you think it's not fair when i'm not home for a lot of time? i don't want you to raise it all by yourself. what if it doesn't know who i am?"

you stifle a snort. "that's your main concern?"

wonwoo tilts his head. "what else would it be?"

"you're afraid you're going to be an absent dad?"

"is that so bad?"

you let out a laugh. "no. not at all. but does that mean we can get a cat when we move in together?"

wonwoo hesitates. "yes, but i'd rather get it when i don't tour as much, you know?"

you sigh. "you just don't think it's cute enough, do you?"

"what? no! of course not! i was the one who showed it to you, not the other way round."

wonwoo looks cute like this, you think, arguing with you about the tiniest things ever. you hope you'll always argue about stuff like this. without a second thought, you move into his lap and hold his face in your hands, pressing kisses all over it. he lets out a confused noise before holding your waist and letting you do what you want.

"i love you, you know that?" you say earnestly, looking into his eyes.

"i love you too?" he says, frowning slightly.

"you look cute when you're serious. like you're trying to be angry with me, but you're not actually angry. and you also look a bit hot."

he blinks. "are you trying to seduce me into getting you a cat?"

you gasp dramatically. "why would you think that? i mean, what if i was?"

he looks at you for a moment before he chuckles and presses a kiss to your neck. "do you really want it that bad? i'll look into it, i promise."

the third time you try is when you're at the supermarket a few weeks later. wonwoo prefers shopping late at night, especially on friday nights, because there's not many people around.

you don't mind. you like spending late nights out with wonwoo, letting time pass while the night bleeds into day. especially because the day in question is saturday.

you're currently in the dairy products aisle, wonwoo looking at two different brands of tofu and comparing their expiration dates when you suddenly wrap your hands around his waist, pressing yourself to his back. there's no one else around you, and you really hope there's no camera capturing your antics.

wonwoo doesn't budge, simply putting one of the packets back. "i think we'll take this," he says, dropping the remaining one into your basket. "you're going to have to teach me how to make that soup."

you don't respond, still pressed to his back.

wonwoo sets down the basket and tugs you off him, pulling you around so you're facing him.

then he tips your chin up, leans down, and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

you don't know what to say when he pulls away. you can't even tell if it lasted for a few seconds or some minutes. he's worn his nighttime pajamas to the supermarket and he still looks amazing. you know you look like an idiot when he smiles at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"you could have just asked for a kiss, you know." then he turns back to look at the other products like he didn't just steal your breath away in the middle of a supermarket close to midnight.

you were trying to get him flustered, but it's not like you're complaining.

it finally happens, but when you're expecting it the least. you and wonwoo have just gotten back from the fair that's been open near your place for the past week, somehow having time off from work on the same day.

you've enjoyed yourself for the first time in weeks, strolling through the place with your hand in wonwoo's, sipping on hot chocolate, letting him win you a mario figurine (he'd wanted to try again to get you a plushie, but you found the figurine infinitely funnier), and just taking a ton of pictures with and of him.

you've also bought a lot of little stuff which has amounted to the two bags currently occupying your hands, which is why you sheepishly ask wonwoo if he can unlock the door.

he takes your keys from your jacket without question and opens the door, letting you in first. you're thinking about whether you should set the bags aside and untie your shoes or risk a little damage by just kicking them off, when wonwoo slides past you in your stupidly little hallway and switches on the lights.

his foot catches with yours and he ends up with his back to the wall, while you trip and turn in a desperate attempt not to fall on your face and break the little jars of various jams you've bought.

you get a little more than what you've bargained for when you stumble forward and land your hands on the wall, one on either side of his chest. you're just thankful neither of you is hurt, but when you look up, wonwoo's face is slowly turning red.

for the first time in the two years you've been together, wonwoo's flustered. you're glad he flipped the lights on, because seeing him with a blush on his face seems almost alien. his vision constantly flits between your face and the spot over your shoulder, unwilling to meet your eyes.

you don't know what to say. "wonwoo. i'll fall if i keep holding on any longer."

"oh," he breathes, "yes. right." he looks at you for a moment, unsure how to maneuver you to stand without making you lose your balance, and settles for his hands around your waist. you manage to stand with his help, putting the bags on the floor carefully before a grin makes its way across your face.

"of all the things i've been trying to do to get you to blush, that's what did it?"

he looks at your eyes and then at the floor. "why would you even try to do that?"

"i've never seen you blush! i had to."

"did you get what you wanted?"

he still isn't meeting your eyes. his glasses are halfway across his nose because of the angle you're at, so you push them up for him. "i didn't even plan for this to happen, you know. but it's definitely what i wanted. and you're pretty," you add, revelling in the redness of his ears.

he shakes his head and lets out a small chuckle. "is there any chance you'll let me off the hook anytime soon?"

"as if."

[angelsnkisses]

Study Break - Dalton Lambert x fem!reader <3

💟 nsfw - mdni 💟

A/N: there's not nearly enough stuff on here for dalton, so of course, i had to assist! i mean, the movie is still pretty new.. so that's probably why but whatevs :).

warnings: softdom!dalton, sub!fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

Quiet, slow music hummed in your ears, flowing through your headphones as you tapped your pen against your lower lip. You stared down at your nearly blank journal page, brows furrowed and mouth turned in a scowl. You couldn't think of anything, not one idea for your paper, and it was bugging the hell out of you. You groaned after a hot minute of practically boring holes into the paper with your gaze, yanking out your headphones and laying your head on the desk.

"The universe is against me, I know it," you huffed, whiny and defeated. Dalton, who had been sketching and watching you work for the better part of two hours, looked up from his own book. He chuckled, but still smiled apologetically, getting up off the bed and walking over to stand beside you. He looked down at your paper, one of his hands rubbing your back with a gentle touch. "No it isn't, you've never done anything to the universe," he argued lightheartedly, crouching down next to the chair and tapping your back gently. You didn't respond, still wallowing in your own little vat of self pity.

"Hey, come on. You're gonna figure it out," he reassured, reading what you had so far before turning to you. He couldn't see your face, but he knew you probably had on that frustrated pout of yours, the one he secretly loved so much. You peeked down at him, sighing when you saw his face. Those eyes always pulled you in, took your mind off whatever it was you were even upset about it the first place. You rotated the chair to face him, leaning down and putting your hands on the sides of his face.

He was so sweet, so supportive despite you being just a little dramatic about your project. It wasn't due for a week, and your partner was doing half of it anyways. Your tense expression relaxed as you brushed his hair out of his face, cracking a small smile. "You're right, you're right. I'm being ridiculous, aren't I?" you asked, earning a little laugh. He shook his head in your hold, resting his hands on your knees and leaning up.

"Not ridiculous, you just worry too much," he teased, gaze flicking between your eyes and lips. You frowned a bit, still messing with his hair as you felt your face heat up. He was right, you did worry quite a bit. About your classes, him, work.. you couldn't help it. You moved your hand to cover his mouth when you saw him start to lean in, pushing his head away with a playful scoff.

"Better watch yourself, Lambert. I still gotta focus," you said, trying to sound annoyed. Really, you just sounded amused.. which you were. He groaned against your palm, his hand darting up to grab your wrist. He kept your hand against his face, turning it a bit and pressing a small kiss to the skin. "I'll help you de-stress," he said, his words a whisper between his kisses. He trailed the kisses up your arm, listening to your hesitant sigh.

"My roommate will be back soon," you reminded him, trying to ignore how good his lips felt. It was hard to say no to him, but your poor roommate had been traumatized enough times. She had already caught you twice, once being on her birthday. She always insisted it was fine and she should've knocked, but you always insisted it was your fault, and she shouldn't have to knock to get into her own dorm. Still, you really needed to start shooting them a warning text..

"I'll be quick. I swear," he vowed, his gaze longing and fervent. You couldn't help but get deja vu everytime you saw him between your legs, always remembering the first time he'd ever settled himself down there. That was over a year ago, when he was far more inexperienced and you had to teach him what you liked, etc. Now, he knows exactly how to get you to cum on his tongue over and over, and it's one of his favorite things to do. He watched you get lost in thought, that familiar look in your eyes telling him you were starting to give in.

"Yeah, that's it," he mumbled, his free hand squeezing your knee. He pushed lightly against it, trying to get you to open up your legs for him with encouraging hands. Your stomach did backflips when you saw how worked up he was getting, heat pooling between your thighs. Biting down on your lower lip and peeking at the small alarm clock on your desk, you hesitated, glancing between him and the paper.

"Just for a little while, then I'll let you work," he promised, thumbs rubbing anxious circles on your skin. You gaged his pleading gaze, warmth spreading over your skin where he touched you. You looked down at his hands, biting back a quiet noise. You always forgot how big they were, how long the fingers stretched.. you didn't stop him when they hooked into the waistband of both your shorts and underwear.

"Lift your hips for me," he murmured, the subtle dominance in his voice making your knees weak. You did as he said, heart pounding as you watched him peel them off your legs with ease. You slowly started to spread your legs apart once the fabric was discarded, feeling even more vulnerable when he inhaled sharply at the sight. Just the thought of him touching you more was enough to get you soaked, arousal glistening for him to see. You watched his eyes light up, legs shifting underneath him so he was on his knees as his hands gripped your thighs. He tugged you closer to the edge of the chair, a seemingly pleased hum emitting from his throat.

"Knew you'd like it," was the last thing he muttered before pushing his face forward, pressing his tongue flat out to lick a slow, greedy strip up your dripping cunt. The suddenness made you gasp, the warmth pulling a mewl from you as one of your hands laced into his hair. His name rolled off your tongue when he pressed a kiss to your clit, his lips soft and welcoming. Dalton peered up at you through dark lashes, one hand releasing your thigh. You squirmed under his stare, about to whine for more when he started gently sucking your clit between his lips. The moan you produced was intoxicating, filling his ears and egging him on.

You were too caught up in the feeling of his mouth to notice his hand moving just below his chin, index finger prodding at your sopping hole and catching you off guard. He was quick to smack one of your thighs upon them tightening around his head, a wordless warning that left your skin stinging. You pushed your legs back open shakily, fingers tightening as you pulled at his hair. The action instantly enticed a heavy moan, vibrating through your swollen clit and making you buck your hips involuntarily. The deep, muffled chuckle he released against you was unreasonably sexy, reminding you how desperate you were already acting for him.

You were about to apologize quietly, when his finger abruptly moved into the comfort of your warm walls, pumping slowly and clearing any considerations of speaking. Instead, you leaned against the back of the chair, breathing shallow and quick. "Dalton," you whimpered, the closeness making your whole body ignite with need. You were sure he could feel you practically throbbing against his lips, even more so when his middle finger joined the index. You almost felt guilty pulling at his pretty hair, the brown strands soft and silky between your fingers. You loosened them, carding through his hair instead in an attempt to taciturnly make up for the rough grip.

His fingers picked up speed when he felt you clench around them subtly, unable to help the proud feeling he was consumed with. He loved that despite his unruly life, nothing could affect his ability to make you feel good. Nothing could stop him from loving and caring for you, and that was good enough for him. He tried not to get all sappy, focusing on your trembling figure instead. He ignored the painfully hard bulge in his jeans, craving your release almost as much as you were. He longed to feel your slick coat his fingers, his movements picking up a bit. When his fingers started to curl, you just about lost it, heels digging into the ground as you tried to stabilize yourself.

"Mmh, don't stop," you begged, knowing damn well it wouldn't be the first time he took away your orgasm at the last minute. He had no ulterior motives tonight, however. He just kept up what he was doing, darkened eyes staying on you nearly the whole time. His cock ached at the sight of your face contorting in pleasure, that familiar little 'o' forming on your face as you cried out. His lips twitched up when you came undone on his face, his eyes rolling back just a bit as your familiar taste invaded his tongue. The majority collected on his fingers as he licked and tortured your overstimulated clit, your orgasm slowly beginning to subside as he helped you ride it out.

He pulled his fingers out, pulling back and inspecting them. He grinned at the sight of the sticky, pale substance, catching your tired eyes before pushing them past his lips. He groaned softly around the digits, sucking them completely clean. It wasn't enough, his greed getting the best of him as he leaned back in. You borderline yelped when he started sloppily lapping up the leftover arousal soaking your cunt, your eyes brimming with tears as his nose rutted against your clit.

"W-wait.." you begged softly, your legs twitching everytime he bumped into the sensitive spot. He pulled away when he was satisfied, shifting himself onto his feet and standing up. He leaned down to put his hands on the arms of your chair, caging you in with a sweet, yet heated gaze. You couldn't help but shudder when he got a bit closer, your body buzzing as you caught your breath. He tilted his head, closing the space between you and pressing his lips to yours. You involuntarily moaned against him, hands grabbing at his shirt and tugging him closer. Your eyes blinked shut when you tasted yourself on him, cheeks burning with the realization.

Dalton was starting to get needy himself, kissing you with affectionate, hungry lips. You made a surprised little noise when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, the kind of noise that made him yearn for you like no other. He felt a little guilty, especially since he'd promised you to be quick, but god, he couldn't stop thinking about how good you felt around him, how perfectly he filled you.. it was driving him insane.

"I wanna feel you," he practically moaned against your lips, his voice pleading and breathless. The blunt words made you wet all over again, a borderline inaudible sound leaving you as you forced yourself to shake your head. He broke the kiss, trailing smaller ones to your jaw. One of his hands moved to the side of your neck, holding you still so he could start nipping at the soft skin. Your pulse thrummed against his palm quickly, which he allowed to flatter him just a little.

"C'mon, she won't come home," he murmured, as if he could read your mind and tell exactly what was making you anxious. He wasn't actually sure when she'd be back.. but he didn't mention that part. He was about 70% sure he had enough time, and that was good enough for him. He waited while you pondered it, his lips pressing into the space where your jaw met your neck. You groaned, mentally cursing yourself before lacing your fingers back into his hair. He hummed at his little victory, hands beginning to wander your figure.

You knew you shouldn't, it was unfair to your roommate.. and the neighboring dorms that could probably hear you if they listened hard enough. You just couldn't help yourself, you rarely could around him. Your hands were shaking slightly in his hair when he lifted you off the now wet chair, crossing the small room to get back to your bed. He pushed his sketchbook off the comforter and onto the floor, setting you down on the mattress before standing. You felt exposed, reaching down and trying to shove your shirt over your bare bottom half while he stood over you.

The way he chuckled had your arousal leaking onto the bed beneath you, his hands moving to start undoing his belt. He watched you, taking his sweet time, tilting his head just a bit when you whined beneath him. "Don't be embarrassed, I've seen it all before," he reminded you, as if you had somehow forgotten how he was practically making out with your pussy not 5 minutes earlier. Your face got hot all over again, thighs clenching together at the sound of his voice. You always got so desperate after your first release, craving more of that syrupy sweet pleasure that only he could provide.

The way he was affecting you didn't go unnoticed by him, his teeth flashing in a grin as he tugged the belt from the waistband of his jeans. He began undoing the button and zip with one hand, the other gesturing toward your half naked body. "You're gonna keep that on for me, hm?" he mumbled, his eyes swimming with lust as they raked over every inch of your form. The shirt was his, otherwise it would have been on the floor in seconds. His favorite thing in the world was fucking you while you wore his clothes, and he did it every chance he got (which was a lot, since you were almost always in one of his shirts or jackets).

You nodded shyly in response to his question, not trusting your voice. You bit down on your tongue when he started tugging his jeans down, eyes greedily lingering on the front of his black boxers. He felt his cheeks heat up just a little at your attention, tilting his head down and pretending to mess with the hem so you wouldn't see his reddened cheeks. You watched his hands carefully, rubbing your thighs together when he continued to take his time.

"Please, I need you so bad," you whimpered, catching his attention. You didn't usually say stuff like that, claiming it sounded silly coming from you. The simple sentence sent a throb through his already aching abdomen, his hands pushing down the fabric without any more hesitation. You could have cum just from the sight, abdomen tensing with need. "Yeah? Need me to make you feel good?" he cooed, cocky now that he'd gotten the reaction out of you. He didn't wait for your answer, climbing over you and putting his big hands on your thighs. He tugged you closer, pushing your legs open with his eyes pinned down. He could have wept at the sight of you all wet for him again, making a small mess on your sheets and covering your inner thighs with the shiny, translucent slick.

"You're so pretty," he half-moaned, one of his hands leaving your thighs. The compliment had you reaching up, hands roaming his chest needily. He gave no warning before he dragged his index up your slit, collecting some of the liquid desire on his fingertip and slipping it past his lips. Your whole body warmed at the sight, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. You watched him lean down more, positioning himself between your legs and lining his swollen, eager tip up with your dripping hole. His eyes flickered up to yours when you gasped quietly, the hand on your thigh slipping up to grasp your hip soothingly.

"You ready?" he asked, his tip already wet from nuzzling into your folds. You whispered a deprived, desperate 'yes,' so clearly craving him. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, trying to somewhat distract you with the gesture while he started to push himself inside your tight, wet heat. You both gasped in unison, yours shakier than his due to the stinging stretch between your legs. He kissed all over your face, mumbling quiet apologies as you winced and huffed with every inch he gave you. No matter how many times you did this, he always had to start slow with you. The initial stretch was always the hardest part, but after that, it was typically smooth sailing.

By the time he had bottomed out, you were already pretty much used to it, lips catching his as soon as you were given the chance. You whimpered when he started pulling back again, the drag of him along your walls stirring up pleasure in your abdomen. You could hear him groan into your mouth, hand slipping under your shirt as he moved. He palmed at your right tit, squeezing the soft mound of flesh gently. His slightly rough hands were warm and comforting, touching you just right as his hips started moving at a steady, slow pace.

The moan you produced was heavenly, louder than before as pleasure trickled across your body. Dalton found himself disappointed that he didn't get to truly appreciate the sounds you were making, breaking the sloppy kiss so he could hear you properly. His pace was gradually increasing, his own quiet moans giving you all sorts of funny feelings in your belly. He leaned up a little more so he could look down at what he was doing, groaning at the sight. You peeked down, too, biting your lower lip when you realized how wet you were getting him. His dick was partially covered in a creamy white, making a wet, almost squelching sound with every thrust. You released an embarrassed whine, the lewd sounds making you feel ten times more exposed.

Dalton didn't share your feelings of embarrassment at all. In fact, he was going fucking nuts about the fact that he could literally hear how soaked he made you. His thrusts started to get harder, the sound of skin on skin mixing in with your whiny moans as he continued watching himself fuck you. The way his big cock disappeared, reappeared, disappeared, reappeared over and over was fucking hypnotizing. The only thing that could tear his gaze away was the sound of you gasping, hands dropping down to grip the sheets as your back arched up a bit.

"Oh, right there," you pleaded, eyes fluttering shut as your head fell back into the pillows. Dalton quickly realized what he was doing to you, a proud little smile on his face as he chuckled breathily. "Mmh, feels good, huh?" he cooed, knowing you couldn't answer as his hips pushed against you to deliver a particularly hard thrust. Your legs started to tremble, a loud, desperate cry escaping your lungs when he started intentionally pushing against that perfect spot over and over. Your toes curled, legs wrapping loosely around his waist as you tried to get him closer, deeper. Something must of been in the air today, because you couldn't remember the last time you were this frantic for him.

You were wrapped around him just right, snug and warm and wet. He felt his tip kiss your cervix, shushing you softly when you whimpered and squirmed under him, not knowing what to do with yourself. His libidinous sounds encouraged you, the noise coaxing you closer and closer to your second release. One of your hands moved from the sheets, trying to pry his from your hip so you could interlock your fingers. He noticed right away, releasing his bruising grip and taking your hand, pushing it against the bed as he fucked you harder.

"Dalton, 'm gonna cum," you managed to warn softly, a choked whine following quickly after. He hummed, an adoring smile pulling at his lips as he gazed at you. He didn't take his eyes off you once, just rubbing an encouraging thumb across the back of the hand he held. "That's it, cum on my dick," he purred, the filthy words catching you off guard. Your legs tightened around his waist when you felt it all wash over you, shaking and crying as he fucked you through it. You heard a raspy 'fuck' over the roaring in your ears, a whimper sneaking it's way into your boyfriend's moans as he felt his own orgasm snap. He pushed himself as deep as he could manage, head falling on your shoulder as he filled you up with warm, thick cum. It was mind numbing, your pussy still twitching and fluttering around him as his thrusts continued. You were overstimulated, but you wanted to let him ride it out.

"Atta girl," he mumbled, his thrusts slowing to a stop as he panted heavily. He pressed a sweet, gentle kiss to your shoulder before he pulled back, blue eyes meeting yours. His heart swelled when you gave him those loving, hooded eyes, unable to stop himself from smiling subtly. His hair stuck to his forehead, face flushed and chest heaving with his deep breaths. You couldn't help but stare, the hand that wasn't in his shakily reaching for his face. You brushed the damp hair from his face as best as you could, tired and lovesick in your peaceful afterglow. He pushed his cheek into your palm, sighing contently through his breaths.

After a few moments of the two of you catching your breath, he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours once more. This kiss was different than the other ones, gentle and caring instead of sloppy and desperate. Taking his opportunity, he slipped himself out of you, the sudden emptiness eliciting a gentle moan from you. He whined dramatically when you broke the kiss, your teeth flashing as you grinned, amused. You looked over his shoulder at your alarm while he started kissing your neck, craving aftercare just as much as you were. Sadly, it was already 9, and your roommate rarely stayed out very long after that. You mentally cursed your predicament, giving Dalton apologetic eyes. "She's probably on her way now," you mumbled, and he knew exactly what you were talking about. He groaned against your neck, clearly disappointed, but still pulled away. He thought about it for a second, before scoffing when he realized how obvious the solution was.

"Oh wait- duh, I live here too. We can walk over to my dorm," he recalled, making you laugh; a genuine, almost musical sound that had Dalton folding for you all over again. He pressed one more kiss to your forehead before gently pulling your legs off his waist and standing. "What about Chris?" you asked, wincing softly as you sat up. The space between your legs ached, and when you moved, you could feel cum start to leak out of you. It made you blush, remembering just how exposed you were. You watched Dalton pull on his boxers as he shrugged. "She's with a friend tonight," he responded, like it was common knowledge.

"You're telling me I risked my roommate getting an eyeful of us.. you know, when we could have been in your empty, risk-free dorm?" you gasped, mocking betrayal. He laughed at that, throaty and low as he lifted his hands in defeat. He grinned sheepishly, walking over to the desk chair where this whole situation began. "Yeah, maybe," he admitted, earning a playful eye roll from you (you would never admit it, but part of you loved the risk). He picked up your shorts and underwear, walking over and offering them to you.

"Here, we'll get you all cleaned up when we get there. I have some clean clothes you can wear," he promised, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple before turning to hunt down the rest of his clothes..

**

A/N: this is.. something. i never know how to end fics, that's why its always so abrupt 😭. anyways, i finally finished this one! i wanna write another one with a gn!reader :). work and classes have kept me so busy, but i'm gonna try to post a bit more frequently 🫶 hope you enjoyed <3! (not proofread yet)

[slothkittfunsies]

Deep Dive into the issues on Alastor.

CONTENT WARNING: Racism, Aphobia.

Now that I created a blog specifically for stuff like this, It's time for the dive.

Alastor is a character that resonates with me, because this guy is supposed to represent me and my people (aspec/aroace community) and I liked his pilot personality. (That went to shit)

This man got so many issues, that i have to take the pen myself and scribble what Vivzie has wrote. So, Let's start, shall we?

THE DESIGN

The first time I saw the Hazbin pilot, I got confused about what Alastor was supposed to be. I thought he was just a grey human wearing some kind of animal ears until the fandom said he is a deer.

A deer. Let that sink in.

(Images for comparsion)

As someone passionate about the arts, this upset me. Sure, I haven't been to art school, but even I know you need to put the backstory and features in mind when designing a character.

Character design is NOT throwing things at the wall and seeing which sticks. It needs actual critical thinking. If your audience is confused about your character's species, it's time to go back to the drawing table (unless you have a reason for making it mysterious.)

Second, the overabundance of red is awful in terms of color theory. This guy is in Hell, which is also red, causing an eyesore. I got a headache when trying to focus on him on a red background. And also, colors have meaning. People associate red with danger, so the fact he even managed to get victims to kill makes me puzzled.

Also, the fact he's supposed to be mixed/black makes this design even worse. Why is he grey instead of brown, perhaps? Vivzie has a pattern of making POCs grey-skinned, which is, again, awful.

I think Vivzie only made him a POC due to the voodoo issue. I mean, just remove the symbols and you are done. But nah the symbols are too "aesthetic" to remove. So gotta change his race.

She could have used another symbols, like THIS for example:

Since, you know, he's the "Radio Demon"?

THE BACKSTORY

Ok, this where I'm very confused.

Alastor is a radio host, and also a serial killer. He was born in the USA, got killed by a deer hunter by mistake, and lived in the 1920's.

This is what I gathered from being a superfan back then, and it sounds unorganised/cluttered. And the years he lived in make his design even worse. (Again! His clothing doesn't speak the 1920s!)

The fact he's from an old era, and yet speaks in modern slang is weird. He's supposed to hate anything modern, and yet he does it anyway? His saying "fuck" multiple times is so out of character for him. I guess the "If made by Vivziepop" memes have some truth.

Putting the fact he's mixed, makes the backstory more confusing. How did he manage to be a popular radio host at the time before the civil rights movement became a thing? He will have been put down like the rest of the POCs in America. Either that he's white-passing, or it's VERY difficult. Adding the fact he's a serial killer makes me think how the cops didn't get to him (the mere fact he's black should have got him questioned in 1920s America)

Now, for his identity. I'm mad he's the only aroace character in the sea of gays and bisexuals. (I'm not saying gay men and bisexual people should not have representation. I have to say that due to tumblr's piss poor reading comprehersion)

which made me go through on why Vivzie made him aroace in the first place. I don't know if this is true, but I heard she made him aroace because "he only loves himself"

Um. Here we go again with allos assuming we are non-empathic psychopaths for our lack of sexual or/and romantic attraction. I hope that's not true at all, but knowing Vivzie's past, I wouldn't be surprised.

Alastor would have been a great character if another person took care of it instead of Vivziepop. What I'm gonna say is, wasted potential.

[mintkookiess]

It's just practice!

How about practicing confessing with your best friend? Wonder how that turns out ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ"

Hehe enjoy!

Love,

Mint

Summary: You decided to practice confessing to someone with your bestie Miles... except he's actually the one you wanted to confess to, but he didn't need to know that.

Tags: Miles Morales x reader, confessions, fluff, HUGSSS

Word count: 1.4k

"I'm sorry... what?!" Miles exclaimed with a look of horror on his face. You were both chilling by his dorm during lunch break. Ganke had classes so it was just the two of you. Your lips carried a tiny pout as you slap his leg as a way of pleading. "Come on, I just want to practice confessing to someone."

The poor boy had cheeks so red you'd think he was a strawberry. It didn't help that he had freckles. "Why do you gotta practice on me? Go talk to a wall or something." You rolled your eyes in annoyance, "Just let me talk, then tell me how it is okay? You don't even have to say anything, just listen."

Miles sighed, finally giving in. He removed his headphones, letting them sit by his neck. His brown eyes looked at you while he also had a pout that mirrored yours. "Fine."

The two of you then sat on his bed with crossed legs, facing each other. Your heart slowly started to bang against your chest, as if it wants to just jump out of your body.

I mean, who in the right fucking mind would practice confessing on someone, and that someone is the someone you actually wanted to confess to for real.

Your mind is just flabbergasted at what you’re trying to pull here. For a few seconds, there was an awkward silence between you two and you just wished he’d say something.

But stupid you told him to just shut up and listen to you “confess”, right?

So look who’s quiet now.

Your fingers were laced with each other like a braid as your thumbs mindlessly fiddled together. Miles just stared at you cautiously, waiting for you to say something, anything.

It was always never quiet between the two of you, so it’s quite unusual that neither of you were speaking.

And who’s fault is that?

This is so fucking stupid.

You swore that you’d take your feelings for Miles to the grave because you were so convinced that he was way out of your league. I mean, he was Spiderman always out there saving the city, but you were just a normal person, going through life like everybody else. Except for the fact that you’re Spiderman’s best friend.

Okay, maybe you were a bit more special than the rest.

But definitely not the smartest.

Sweat started to decorate your forehead like you just had a one hour full blown workout, your thigh slightly shaking in nervousness. You realize this though, making you slap your thigh with your hand. The loud smack made you both jolt in surprise.

“Well come on go on with it.” Miles urged, almost whined even. His face was getting redder by the minute, his almost faded freckles seemed to stand out even more that you could practically count them if you looked.

Holy shit I did not think this through.

“Okay okay um,” You started. Your eyes trailed sideways to his desk, feeling all your nerves quaking underneath your skin.

Oh my god I can’t do this.

”I actually… Have something in my mind that’s been bothering me for a while now.” You mumbled. You were trying so hard to distract yourself while looking at his desk, like counting how many colored pens were there, or how many erasers did this dude actually have.

Too many apparently.

Who the fuck needs that much erasers?!

“I— think you should be looking at the person you’re confessing to so it seems uh… genuine you know?” Miles said, trying to alleviate the awkward ass tension in the room.

You shook your head to snap yourself out of it, before staring right back at him. “Right sorry sorry.” You laughed, before running your fingers through your hair.

Let’s take this more seriously.

Besides, he’d never know… right?

You exhaled deeply, “Anyways, I… actually like you.”

“I’ve liked you for a while now, and I knew I just had to tell you just so I could get it off my chest. Moreover, I just didn’t want to ruin what we’ve got, and I didn’t wish for this to happen. But unfortunately, I’ve come to fall for you.” Your eyes stayed on his the entire time, and every sentence was like a blow on Miles’ heart. But you did say that he had to listen to this practice confession of yours.

He just couldn’t help but feel sad at the fact that you were practicing the whole confession thing and not actually being genuine about your words.

But holy fuck he wished you were directing it towards him.

His mind was getting a bit fuzzy at the thought of you saying these exact words to him. Miles has quite an active imagination, and he just suddenly sees the two of you sitting in some romantic spot like a park or a rooftop with a perfect view of the sunset.

Wait stop it Miles... You have to focus.

"—and I'm just hoping you feel the same way." You finished. You let out the breath you didn't you know you were holding as you surveyed Miles for feedback.

"So? Did that seem natural or? Was it too sappy or does it need like a joke in between or something?"

Miles stared right back at you for a hot second before snapping back to reality. "Oh... right, right yes. It was um... great yeah." He nodded mindlessly before the two of you fell back into the same awkward silence.

You groaned loudly, your head falling into your hands as you rubbed your face violently in frustration. Maybe you should just tell him? Honestly all you gotta do is say—

"It's actually not a practice." You found yourself blurting out while your hands were still covering your face. Since your voice was a bit muffled, Miles scrunched his eyebrows together at you. "What?"

You sighed, removing your hands slowly to reveal your insanely flushed cheeks which not gonna lie made Miles' heart skip a beat like some corny ass romance movie.

"It's... actually not a practice." You repeated, hanging your head low while your eyes were staring up at him, trying to gauge his reaction to your words.

Miles was a bit um... out of it from all the shit you just said and he was still trying to process that you were just practicing. So when you said those words, he gasped loudly, suddenly sitting up straight that his head bumped the bunk bed above him.

"Oh crap!" He exclaimed, placing a hand over the area that got hit as he crouched down. You jumped in surprise, taken aback by what just happened. "Miles! Oh my god are you okay?"

You were quick to place your hands on his hair, not exactly knowing what you could do in that situation, but at least you were trying, no?

"Can—Can you say that again?" He stuttered, still trying to massage his head. Miles was kinda thankful that his torso was laying on the bed so you couldn't see his face. "It um... I wasn't practicing actually, I genuinely like you Miles." You mumbled, now caressing his hair.

He slowly sat up, and you saw how there were actual tears running down his eyes, making your eyes widen in shock. "Miles?! Why are you crying! Did you hit your head that hard? Does it hurt? Are you going to have a concussion? What—"

You were interrupted though when Miles suddenly lunged at you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "I-I like you too." He whispered. Now it was your turn to freeze, mind going blank as you try to process and see if you actually heard him right.

"You... like me too?" You whispered back, gently wrapping your arms around him as well to return the hug. You felt him nod against your shoulder, which made your breath hitch.

"He likes me too..."

Miles laughed as he pulled back. His hands went up to caress your cheeks before he rested his lips on your forehead. "Yeah, and just so you know, that wasn't a practice either."

"What?"

"Just making sure you know. Like, I wasn't practicing accepting your feelings or telling you that I like you too right? You got that, right? I mean it would be awkward if you thought I was playing along and practicing and—"

"Miles shut up I get it."

Fin.

More of my Miles content here babes!

(if yall wanna be on my taglist feel free to let me know!)

[antennaed-kenzy]

How r u? This is my attempt at a request!

Barou Shouei x GN (preferably)! Poet! Gentle/Sweet! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Reader is a sweetheart, Highschool/No Blue Lock! AU

- Reader doesn't know how to talk to Barou, so instead they secretly put love poems in Barou's locker. Reader thinks Barou doesn't know who his secret admirer is, until he corners poor Reader after class to confront them.

Small Letters

✰ Baro Shoei x GN! reader

✰ Genre: fluff, crack, reader is a sweety high school au

✰ Misc: Word Count: 1.7k I am having a wonderful day, sorry it took forever. Thanks for the request hope it meets what you wanted.

✰ you leave letters in his locker cause you're scared to say what you mean to him, that is until he confronts you

"You're joking? Love letters?" Your best friend shouts, way too loud for the whole world to hear.

You cover her mouth with your hand so she doesn't say anything else she isn't supposed to. "Will you keep your mouth shut!" You look around to see a few people giving you two weird stares as they walk past down the street. "People are looking at us weird."

The two of you continue to walk to school. Your friend made it their life mission to make fun of you about putting letters in someone's locker. You did your best to ignore her, but everything she was saying was right.

You don't like confrontation. Check You stutter when you try to talk to people you don't know. Check You forget things when you try to talk to new people. Check You are too shy to say what's on your mind. Check Lastly, you ignore your feelings and yourself. Check

So what are letters in someone's locker going to prove? The courage? No. The skills to talk? No point in learning who someone is? Partially. Then what's the real reason why you are writing these love letters?

"To get the thoughts out of my brain. Even if he doesn't know. I know he's at least seeing them." You respond to your friend while jotting down the notes from today's lecture.

She sighs wondering what is going on in your head. She knows you don't really speak your mind. So what are love letters going to do?

You made it home and opened your notebook to a clear page. You looked at your pens to find a nice one that had smooth ink on the paper. Everything had to be perfect, he had to know that someone cared for him.

After what felt like an eternity of thinking you finally thought of some cute little sentences for the first love note.

"You barely know me, but I feel like I know so much about you. Your cleaning habits, how you think you are the best. Well, you are the best. At least in my eyes. My eyes can't look away from you when you talk in class."

You put the pen done and looked back at your writing. You didn't like it too well but for the first letter, you don't want to be complicated and long like you have been stalking him for years. You fold up the letter put cute stickers on it and put it in your backpack.

The next day you wait for your friend to stop by our house so you guys can walk together.

"Have you written the letter?" She asked looking in your direction with a grin on her face.

You took away from her down on the ground with a little smile on your face. "Yes, it's short. Nothing too sweet."

"I can't believe you." Your friend teased you the whole walk to school about the letters.

When you finally arrived at school someone took away your best friend. They were from her club so you let it slide, thought it took you both by surprise when someone grabbed her and walked away.

Now it was your chance to slide the letter into his locker. You went to his locker and slid the note in the slit. You then ran away into the bathroom so you could hide away.

You look in the mirror while washing your hands. Your cheeks were like a fireplace, this was your first time doing anything like this. After regaining yourself you walk out of the bathroom and to your next class.

"Did you slide the letter in his locker?" She asked leaning on your desk.

You couldn't face your friend otherwise she would make fun of you more. "Yes, I did." Though your voice also spoke more than need be.

Your friend chuckled at you, "It was just a letter. Calm down. Who says he's even read it yet?" She sat in her seat in front of you, her body still facing you. "Don't be shy, {Y/n}. You just wrote a love letter to a guy that has more steam than a boat."

"Hey," You lifted your head to look at your friend. She had a big smirk on her face when she saw you. You hide your face when you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. "Shut up."

She laughs before turning around to face the class. The teacher walks in and class goes as normal. Besides that fact, you couldn't stop thinking about the note you slit in his locker.

When class was finished Baro Shoei opened his locker to be greeted with a letter that fell to the ground. He bent down to pick it up. There were a bunch of cute flower stickers around it, which were won from a prize machine for some sort of award.

He put the letter in his pocket for later. He went to his next class forgetting about the letter until he got home. As he was cleaning his school jacket he found the letter from earlier.

He opened the letter to be surprised by a love letter. Love letters were common in the school, but for him to receive one. It was like a blue moon, hell there is more of a chance for a blue moon than Baro getting a love letter. He opened the letter and read it through.

He pinned another love poem to the wall, and the collection kept getting bigger with each passing day. They all started the same, "I know you don't know me." Then the rest of the poems were her pouring her heart out.

They all had the same handwriting, the same pen, the same signature. It all leads to one particular person themselves, {L/n} {Y/n}.

The next day at school {Y/n} had put another letter in his locker. There he was waiting from afar to go grab the letter. They have gotten used to dropping off the letters, and they no longer rush to the bathroom to wash off their face.

You drop off Baro's love letter for the day and catch up with your friends. You have gotten more comfortable with life and yourself. However old habits don't die hard.

"What did the letter say today?" Your friend teased getting real close to your face.

Your face rushed on heat when you thought back to the letter. "I know you don't know me, but I know you. I know you so much more now through these letters..."

Baro took the note from his locker and put it in his pocket so he could hand it on the wall when he gets home. It has been about two months since this all started and Baro figured out who the person was about a week in when he saw a paper of yours. The same handwriting and the same pen.

After School Baro was waiting at the spot you usually wait for your friends.

As you were walking to your normal waiting stop you saw someone there. 'Baro' You stop walking when you realize who it was. You were shocked and wanted to back away, that was until he saw.

Baro looked at the time and then back at his surroundings. Then he saw you walking toward him. He called you over, loud and clear. Pretty much for the whole school to hear.

You stop in your tracks wanting to cower away in embarrassment. Since he already called, you had no choice but to walk over to him. You took a deep breath in and out. Your whole body was shaking, and your knees felt weak like they could give out at any moment.

You were unable to move anywhere, partially due to the fact that you couldn't move away. Your body wouldn't let you, and Baro had you in a corner. With a piece of paper in his hand.

You know what this was about, and so did he. This was his plan after all.

"Need anything, Baro-kun?" You ask not sure what to say.

He stayed silent for a while making the tension grow stronger and your body heating up like a furnace. He finally spoke and you realized everything you did was so, you.

"You're really bad at hiding things. Every letter was the same, the pen the handwriting. Your morals never changed along with handwriting. For the first 3 days, you were easy to figure out, but you kept going." Baro held the letter and gave it to you. "And maybe you shouldn't have used the same stickers you use on your folders."

You were too stunned to speak and too shocked to react. He caught you, the one thing you wished not to happen has happened and you didn't know what to do. You could only sheepishly laugh at his remark.

You look behind Baro to see your friends looking at you, yet here you are being confronted by who you think is the man for you and for your future.

He may not look like a good husband on the outside. He may not even look like a person to talk to. But on the inside.

On the inside On the inside, he is a perfect man.

He can cook for you He can clean for you. He'll take care of you.

Baro Shoei is the man for me. He may know me. He may look at me.

I'll care for him and he'll take care of me till the end of time.

That was the last letter you left in his locker. Along with it was the last letter of the school year. It certainly wasn't the last letter you left for him though. Every morning Baro would have a letter by the side of his bed, and he would have one waiting for him when he got home.

The both of you made a bigger wall dedicated to all your letters. All of them still had the same pen, the same handwriting, the same signature, and the same stickers throughout all the years.

For the long 3 years, everything was the same in the letters. You poured your heart out to him even if you two were together. You still wrote all your thoughts down on the notes and Baro loved every single one of them. You knew he loved them from the way he kept them in order all the wall easy to read from afar.

a/n: thanks for your request. I loved writing this and I hope it reached your expectations :).

[wannaeatramyeon]

So, my request is that I need a unhinged woman with looking men(whoever you want). When I mean unhinged, I MEAN UNHINGED WOMAN WHO’S A PERSONIFICATION OF FEMALE RAGE!! LIKE DURING THE FIGHT CAN AND WILL BEAT THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ANYONE WHILE LAUGHING PSYCHOTICALLY.

But really Ptj truly lacks in female characters, like we want to see woman fight and beat asses too.

And love your writing;)

Hi anon - not me seeing this and jumping on it IMMEDIATELY. GIVE ME COMPETENT WOMEN. GIVE ME WOMEN THAT CAN FIGHT

I don't think I've got the unhinged quite there but this is to fun to not put down everything and starting writing. Adding a Goo and Sammy in the works for later too. Thanks for the ask and glad you're enjoying my brain rot!

Gun Park with Unhinged F!Reader

He wasn't a complete disappointment (Gun Park | Goo Kim | Samuel Seo | James Lee/DG)

You are nothing like Daniel Park.

The last time Gun had felt fear, it was fun. The rush of blood in his ears, the adrenaline cursing through his veins. Exchanging blows with a worthy opponent, with a potential successor.

This? This was fight or flight or freeze.

Gun had never retreated from a fight, unless it served the bigger picture. And he certainly had never frozen before.

Being overwhelmed, truly, wholly, completely, wasn't a feeling he was used to.

You stand there over his beaten body, blood and skin under your nails, a sardonic grin upon your lips and rabid glint in your eyes.

"Is this little Gun all out of bullets?" You pout mockingly at him, as the realisation dawned that you had been playing with your prey all along.

You had to admit - at times he had even given you a thrill. But then he had to go along and break. How fragile.

You sigh as you take your eyes off him, licking the blood off your fingers.

Gun landed a few hits at first, like a true fighter - never holding back his strength even against a woman.

(That was usually the first thing people underestimated about you. These silly little boys with their poor delicate egos and idiotic misplaced gallantry.)

When his fist connected with your face, you couldn't help but let out a shriek of excitement.

Oh. Oh. Maybe you finally found someone that actually lived up to their reputation.

And sure, he managed to go a couple rounds with you, but it wasn't long before he was out of moves and out of time.

You gave him a peek of your demon, and he almost felt it engulf his entire being and swallow him in darkness.

How sad. Really. This could have been something great.

You kneel down and gently run your hands through his hair, "At least you weren't a complete disappointment."

All Gun could do was look at you with rage and fury and hate. How fun, another enemy.

You press two fingers to your lips, kissing them and transferring it to his. If he had anything left, maybe he would have tried to bite you.

You pull out a slip of paper and pen from your pocket, brushing away the lint and dirt and cross another inadequate name off your list.

"Who... are... you?" Gun gritted out, struggling with the words. Oops, you did almost crush his throat.

You stand back up and give him a shrug. He didn't deserve to know.

[celestia0473]

Hello! Have a tf2 request for you if you like. GNC reader, romantic or platonic, whichever Mercs you would like.

Reader is the new Tenth Class! They have been fighting alongside the team for a long time now, effective on the battlefield and easy to get along with otherwise.

One day, the team may start to notice some odd changes to their teammate. Reader is always feeling hungry, they are more sensitive to smells as of late, and they have become a bit more brutal in battle. In top of all that, sometimes one could *swear* Reader looks at them like they want to eat them.

Of course, Reader is completely oblivious to all of this (cause it's funny that way). It's almost no surprise when their teammate finds them collapsed on the floor, writhing in hunger pangs. Reader's eyes go red, hearing everything all at once... including the beating of their friend's heart. What follows is a blur, but let out be known that not even Heavy can withstand the force of a starving creature.

Tldr, Reader has been turned into a vampire at some point, and is completely oblivious and doesn't notice anything wrong... Until its too late~

Tf2 mercs x vampire! reader

Note:absolutely love the idea,btw i already wrote this but it vanished i was so fucking angry,english isn't my first language,may be ooc,overusing some words,I don't use ai for my writing.

Characters:Scout(crush),pyro(close teammates but can be seen as crush),medic(married).

Warning:blood,corpse,some sexual jokes,tell me if i forgot something,medic,gif are deep fried and over crispy.

Scout-Jeremy

•The first details he noticed about you isn't your eyes changing colors or how your nose scrunch up whatever you smell soldier.

•It's how you're looking at him especially this neck.

•He didn't know you're freaky like that 😛.

•But one time he saw you rapidly gutting an enemy THEN he knew something was wrong.

•After connecting all the dots,he gasp after having the idea of you begin a vampire.

•Then he laughed about it and brush it away from this mind.

•After 1 day especially after he heard some noise that belong to you(like steps or growls),he think about it again.

•And he lowkey think that's hot.

•As long you don't suck him dry in the undesirable way then he chillin'.

•But that doesn't mean he won't turn you back into a human if he had a chance.

•Because you're scaring him shitless.

•He will help you through some problems,like putting an umbrella above your head whatever you're about to go out in the sun like some sort of a knight in shining armor.

•Will take advantage of your situation to throw some cheesy,corny pick up line that he probably took from Google and poor you absolutely confused why he talks about vampire so much.

"Are you thirsty? Because I’m ready to be your midnight snack"

"You must be a vampire because my heart beats faster every time you’re near"

Pyro-Pyro.

•It took him some time to finally discover about you begin a vampire but honestly he thinks it's very cool.

•He like drawing you as slander person with a sharp triangles pair of teeth and descending hairline for some reason.

•He see you in this vision(Pyroland) as a charismatic cunning person that he always look up to during problems.

•He wonder since you're a not a human does that mean you're burning differently too?

•he likes you a lot so he won't risk putting you in deep pain for the sake of this sick desires and argue.

•But he can't handle it,he's so so curious about your vampirism.

•However whatever he's asking you some question using paper and pen,you look skeptical when you're reading the notes.

•Saying that you don't understand what is he talking about and returning the notes thinking that's part of this daily delusional.

•Huh,maybe this is a close secret of your that he was only able to caught and you're acting dumb so he won't expose you? Eh it's better to keep this mouth zipped,after all revealing the secrets of your close ones to other is very bad.

•Just like scout he won't mind you begin a bloodthirsty creature,And the best thing he won't be bothered by your strange habits and actions.

Medic-Ludwig Humboldt

•If he couldn't love you even more,but it seems like you go beyond this exception.

•the first 30 seconds and he already know what you are.

•Will ask you if he can see your insides even if you don't need a surgery,if you refused he will understand,ask again after 3 days and won't stop until you're agreeing,and the countless amount of check up make you want to sigh,but he honestly admire the look of your eyes,fangs and everything.

•If you're hungry something then medic will be the best person to satisfy your carvings,a nice lungs or fresh kidney? Maybe with bloody drink,honestly he doesn't mind if you devored him.

•During Halloween he really wants to wear a matching vampire costumes with you,the idea of scaring the others and causing violence as a couple make him giggle.

•Meanwhile during valentine medic will gift you a dark red heart in a cute pink box♥︎,you screamed when you first saw it.

•He understand that you don't recognize your life as a vampire and think that you're a normal person,but either way you're perfect in this eyes.

•Wil always apply sunscreen in your skin,Remove stinky smells of corpse and garlics for your safety and comfort.

Hope you enjoyed my writing please correct any mistake or give me some tips:3.

[cammslush]

Can I please request a Yandere Wanderer x Reader in which the Wanderer meets the reincarnation of his lover from when he was still Kabukimono

This is my first time doing a request like this, I hope it's up to your standards 🥲

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Content warning(s): Yandere themes, angst (death), mention of blood

Let me know if I missed anything

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Mortals. They all have the exact same fragility. They are born, they live, grow old, and then die.

"Promise me…? That you won't leave me or betray me like everyone else? Please…?"

There was this mortal that the kabukimono met. The same kind of mortal that would live, grow old, and eventually die all the same. The only, only difference between this mortal and the rest…was the fact that he couldn't help but feel some sort indescribable feeling of fondness towards them.

Such a precious mortal, but he doesn't even know the reason why. Is it the fact that they treated him with so much of their golden heart of kindness? Is it the fact that they were the one who stayed with him the longest amount of time? (Yes, he counted.)

That question he asked the mortal sounded so strange. They couldn't fully grasp the true meaning behind those words. They thought what he meant by "betray" was leaving him for someone else.

"Of course. I promise I will never leave your side!"

No one had any idea how absolutely elated he was to hear those words.

.

.

.

Eventually though, the expected occured.

As much as the poor, heartbroken kabukimono deluded himself into thinking:

"This must be one of your stupid pranks again. Either that, or you stayed up all night working at Mikage Furnace again…"

…Right?

But upon seeing how the mortal didn't open their eyes and tell him something along the lines of 'You saw right through me!' while flashing that adorably cheeky grin, he began to have his doubts.

"Hey…You said you wouldn't leave me, right?"

He shook the mortal's limp body. No matter how much he shook, their eyes never managed to open.

"But I, I love you so much! You…you can't do this to me…!"

A tiny stream of blood trickled down from the mortal's mouth.

"...Why…?"

Puppets do not have hearts.

So then, what exactly is this unbearable pain in his chest, where a human's heart is meant to be? Why does it hurt so much? Is he going to die too?

"...Why did you lie to me…?"

All he wanted was to do exactly as he saw humans do. Fall in love, marry, and finally live together forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, until the end of time…

He just wants to see that precious face every morning he wakes up, that charming smile that always lifts his spirits whenever something awful happens, that alluring voice that reminds him that you will always be right there…

Was that so much to ask?!

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..

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Padisarahs grew beautifully with the vivid green blades of grass along the streets of Sumeru City. It was currently their blooming season, so Sumeru had received no shortage of tourists who wanted to take in the beautiful and enchanting scenery.

You were one of those tourists who hailed all the way from Inazuma, but besides sightseeing the pretty flowers and trees, you came for another reason.

You were told the cuisine in Sumeru are mainly focused on spice, mostly due to the fact that many plants in Sumeru have spices that can be cooked for extra flavour in a dish. In contrast, Inazuma's food are usually more to the comforting, bland-ish taste.

You just had to take this opportunity to try some of their food. That is what most tourists do when they visit an unfamiliar place, right? They say food is the most welcoming part of a nation.

"You can find lots of herbs and spices in the Grand Bazaar, maybe even the chance to sample some dishes if you're lucky enough. Go there and have some fun, maybe."

Conveniently, you had a Sumerian pen pal willing to share some interesting information.

"In fact, maybe I can meet you there. Don't get your hopes too high, though. The Grand Bazaar is an annoyingly crowded place."

This pen pal of yours is one of the people who sort of got you interested in seeing what Sumeru's spices are all about.

"But I wouldn't recommend you try too much. They kind of suck, in my opinion. There's so much of the spice flavour in every dish, you can't even taste anything else."

Yeah…they made you interested purely because they said they didn't like it.

"Still, do whatever you want. Knock yourself out."

So here you were, in the bustling Grand Bazaar!

Given that it's the Padisarah's blooming season, one could see the pretty petals all over the place. "But also, Padisarah buds can be processed into spices too, so you'll see a lot of people selling them at this time." That is what your knowledgeable pen pal told you.

Already you could smell the sharp, spicy scent that wafted throughout the whole underground market, but you could also feel every merchant smiling even while working hard to attract customers.

…Why does it feel like you've seen a similar sight before?

People working hard to the best of their abilities, trying to provide for their families, but they all still have such happy, friendly faces…

Why does it all look so nostalgic? So distant? …It's not like Inazuma doesn't have an atmosphere like this.

"Hey there, miss! Come over here!" A merchant called you over to his stall, hoping you would purchase some goods, "I haven't seen you around before. Are you a tourist? The Padisarah blooming season has provided lots of beloved Sumerian spices…"

.

.

.

Damn it, why didn't it ever cross his mind to suggest something like a stupid greeting signal so that he knows who exactly he's looking for?

It was all that Dendro Archon's idea for him to get a pen pal that he can talk to so that he doesn't "feel lonely" anymore or "become antisocial". He still has ability to socialize normally with other people, thank you very much. Isn't she the one who should leave her sanctuary once in a while instead?

It was all thanks to Nahida that now he…

"Where the hell are you, (Y/N)?"

…was now desperately trying to find a fragile mortal who could very well get lost in the huge marketplace. But don't get it twisted, Nahida. It's because he's pretty much responsible for the safety of the person he asked to come here.

No, no, it's definitely not because he has developed any sort of fondness.

Mortals. They all have the exact same fragility. They are born, they live, grow old, and then die.

Why should he care deeply about yet another measly human?

Your name was all he had to go off of, but he would sound like an undercover matra if he kept going around asking "Have you seen a person called (Y/N) nearby?", or "Hey, did you see anyone who looks like they have the name (Y/N) around here?"

"One portion of Biryani rice for take away, thank you," the Wanderer placed the needed Mora on the stall table before the owner even realized he was there, "With extra spices, too."

"Oh, coming right up!"

"Also, have you heard anyone named (Y/N) come by here?" Damn…he asked the question anyway.

A familiar voice appeared behind him,

"(Y/N)? That's my name,"

.

.

.

"...!"

The Wanderer almost fell to his knees with how hard his heart pounded against his chest upon seeing your face. He felt the need to pinch your soft cheek, just to make sure that you weren't just part of his delusional imagination. You're real?

Right…his heart. He does have a heart now. It's beating so hard, he might just faint.

"You are…"

The exact same look of confusion on that mortal's face back when they saw a homeless, barefeet kabukimono suddenly following them back to the Mikage Furnace. The exact same expression that just made him want to follow you wherever you went.

"Who are you?"

No one else wears a kimono like you. No one else speaks like you. No one else opens their mouth slightly agape in confusion like you. No other soul in Teyvat can capture your purity, your curiosity, the utter weight of your presence.

He couldn't stop staring at you. He suddenly found his memories rushing back again.

'Of course. I promise I will never leave your side!'

Yes, you didn't lie. You didn't betray him at all! You love him so much, don't you? After all this time, you finally came right back to find him, as if you couldn't get more precious.

"I'm your…"

You found arms slowly wrapped around your body in a tight embrace, as you stood frozen in place.

"...pen pal."

"O-Ohh…!" You didn't know this pen pal of yours likes hugs so much, "Hey, nice to finally meet you too!"

The Wanderer was physically unable to let you go, after you tried to leave his embrace by stepping back. His arms clung around your body so tightly, like he was a General Crab from Inazuma. "Um…I get that you might like hugs, but, we're in public…?"

No.

He must let everyone know that you belong to him. You belonged to him 400 years ago, and you still do right now.

Nahida, are you listening?

Even the gods don't have a say on whether his lifelong darling gets to live or die. Not anymore.

"I really missed you."

"...Huh?"

Now he can finally complete what had begun all the way back then! Fall in love, marry, and finally live together forever, and ever, and ever, and ever, and ever, until the end of time…

You said it yourself. You will never leave his side, right?

Stop trying to run away.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

For the.📒Mutant High🧪 AU, remember the discussion/idea/scenario 🐝BeaBee imagined, and that I imagined to the point I thought they read my mind? where one (or more) of the ferals had to take off for a day to handle their instincts? And how they kept Reader with them, bundled up in the nest they made and unable to leave? Yeah...

So let's imagine a fun little scenario expanding on that:

Reader has a test that needs to get done. Except...

There are two problems.

One: It has to be done that very day, or the teacher from that class will either punish them for not doing it, even though they are required not to be there, or fail them... And..

Two: They're stuck with a feral (or two) because today was the day they experienced their instincts.

So, Reader has a small problem to fix.

It wouldn't be so bad if that one teacher who's having the quiz wasn't such a jerk (they were a human who didn't like any of the students, especially the mutant ones), and they knew Reader and a few others wouldn't be able to be free today to go to their class and take it. So what does Reader do?

They sneak off while the feral who is in the room with them is asleep. And it almost worked, too... except when Reader opened the door it creaked really loudly, their feral friend tried to hug them but they weren't there, so now Reader had to bar the door and promise to come back, just right after they've done the test.

It wasn't a surprise when once they'd reached the end of the hall, the door burst open... with an unhappy, enraged feral growling at the top of their lungs. Reader did the only thing they could think to do, and ran.

Running through the halls was usually prohibited, but in this case they had no choice. Look, they were doing their best! But if they didn't take the test, they'd be stuck with that awful teacher for awhile, and so would anyone else who missed that test! So if that means they're racing down the halls and stairs as fast as they can like a demon is after them, so be it! It only gets more complicated when they're having to rush an apology by everyone who ends up in their way, quickly shoving themself past them and apologizing as loud and fast as they can...

When they hear the confused, loud shouts behind them, followed by the angry huffing and snarling of their poor feral friend, Reader bolts around the corner. It doesn't take much longer to reach a few rooms, which they toss a few books and items into, hoping to throw their friend off their scent...

It takes a few more minutes, but they eventually reach their class, gasping and wheezing for air. Reader knows they look like a mess, and probably appear to be mildly out of it... but they made it!

...Only for the teacher to have a tight, not-so-happy grin on their lips, who opens their mouth, starting to snidely say something-

Then Mr. Lehnsherr slams the door open, face bright red and madder than anything Reader had seen before, looking more frazzled and out of sorts than Reader... along with the small group of students behind him, who look like a hurricane hit them...

"Who... said these students couldn't take their test another day?" His tone is sharp, and his eyes look like they could melt solid steel.

Everyone looks at the room's teacher, who quickly tries to backtrack, sputtering-

"SHUT IT! I just had to handle four of our feral students, when they should have been in their rooms! Along with them-" He spreads his hand to indicate the small herd of students with him. "They should have been dealing with these emotions safely away from the mains school body! So, tell me..." The chairs and hinges squeak, pens and pencil ends being crushed... "Why. Are. They. HERE?!"

The room is silent for a few moments, as the words sink in...

Then the teacher opens their mouth-

Only to be interrupted by Victor coming in, his amber eyes narrowed... and holding a bedraggled Logan and Kurt. His sharp grin indicates he's not pleased. Not. One. Bit.

"Ah... so yer the *sshole who riled 'em up! Peachy. Just. F*ckin'. Peachy. So now we know who can pay ta repair the mess around here!"

"I didn't do this!"

"Oh? Is that so? Then why aren't they-" He hefts the two younger ferals up- "and them"- he jerks his head at the scuffed students- "in their rooms? Tell me, what was SO important that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

The teacher goes red, almost purple, in the face at his words, opening their mouth again-

"Save it fer the headmaster. I'm sure they'd love to hear who helped cause a school-wide incident."

Their mouth snaps closed, their face going from bright red to pale and ashen.

"Thank you, Victor," Mr. Lehnsherr mutters, then takes control again. "Students who were told they had today off, please fof the love of Cha- for the sake of not causing any more unnecessary damage, please go back to your feral friends' room. And please do not leave again, unless it's an emergency." He turns around, and the teacher is tugged forward, a metal ruler pushing them until they start walking. "As for you, you're coming with me. It seems we need to talk about necessary and unnecessary risks and rules..."

"Well, now that that's settled- Reader! C'mon! Let's get back before J- Logan bursts something," calls Victor, and Reader gets up, joining the disgruntled group of ferals and feral-buddy students. They discover Hank, who's holding Laura, while Bobby and Warren chat with each other. A few others are Pietro and Evan, who busy themselves by keeping up a light discussion with Todd. Rogue is there, same as Kitty, both of them helping to hold the other up, while chatting at Kurt and Logan, who both look rather unhappy.

Well...

They'll all be lucky if their feral friends are calmed down by Friday...

Still...

"Okay, everyone, let's keep it moving! Grab yer buddy er whatever and get the h*ll back ta yer rooms... Don't want to deal with that ... headmaster...hhhrmmmphhh... rnnnghhh..."

After what felt like the longest fifteen minutes, they all end up back in the dorms, each group splitting off and making plans...

Reader let's out a small noise as they're picked up, soon ending up back in the room they left earlier that morning...

"You... hrmmph! Just stay put-"

And Reader finds themself back where they started, albeit with their friend/s curled around them, making sad, wet animals noises and unhappy growls...

"Um... I'm sorry?"

"..."

"..."

"If I make pancakes in a few days, will you forgive me?"

That earns a pleased, happy chirp/growl, and Reader settles into the nest. It's going to be a long day...

[afewproblems]

For the writing prompts - steddie, 3. “I’m not jealous” or 31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!”? Pls & Ty

-steddierthings

Thank you so much @steddierthings for your lovely prompt! I chose number 3, "I'm not Jealous" (I was trying to get both prompts but just couldn't come up with a solid enough idea for the two of them)

This is partly inspired by this post that I read recently but I really like this idea and I do hope that you enjoy!

This was the last straw, Gareth thinks to himself, his face in his hands, fingers dangerously close to plunging themselves into his eyes. 

“I can’t take it anymore man,” Gareth groans as Jeff takes a seat at their favorite table. It’s tucked away into the far corner of the Hideaway, the thick shiny veneer has been dulled over the years and the honey wood beneath is covered in thick layers of graffiti and carved initials. Jeff is particularly proud of the Metallica logo he painstakingly free-drew out on one of the corners while the bartender wasn’t looking. 

Jeff snorts as his gaze travels to Eddie at the bar before falling back to Gareth, who has dropped his hands in favour of glaring at the back of their friend. 

"If I have to hear him fuckin' harp about Harringtons perfect lips one more time I swear I'm going to lose it," he mutters before taking one last pull on the nearly empty bottle in front of him. Gareth winces at the taste of warm beer as he swallows the dregs and puts the bottle down a tad harsher than he means to. 

Jeff rolls his eyes and smirks, "I don't think it's going to stop anytime soon dude, he's too much of a chicken-shit to actually do anything about it," he shrugs and takes a swig of his own beer, "besides, you remember him after the senior swim meet?" 

"Oh my Goood," Gareth groans and drops his head to the sticky table surface, "he didn't shut up about that swim suit, or his moles, for a fucking month". 

Now admittedly, Gareth could appreciate that Steve Harrington was hot, he had eyes in his head after all. 

But he just couldn't understand this sudden resurgence of Eddie's very vocal pining from afar. 

After the whole business with poor Chrissy, the man-hunt that left Gareth and Jeff incredibly spooked, and the sudden earthquakes that swallowed much of their small town, Eddie had come back to their band with a gaggle mismatched party members that trailed after him like lost puppies -including Steve Harrington. 

Now, Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler made sense. Robin was one of their own -a band geek, sheep adjacent in her own right and Nancy was Mike's sister, whip-smart and twice as scary. 

But Steve, former jock and King of the hallways of Hawkins high? 

It made no sense. 

But, he had been there for Eddie through it all apparently. Steve had sat at his bedside in the hospital, trading off with Wayne and Dustin to let them go home for a rest while they waited for Eddie to wake up. He had brought over food to the Munson's new trailer to help while Eddie was still recovering, and even offered to host their renewed Hellfire nights at the Harrington House rather than the school. 

As much as Gareth hated to admit it, Steve Harrington actually seemed to have turned into a decent dude. 

Which brings him back to the issue at hand. 

"I just don't get why he won't shut up about him man," Gareth says with a sigh, he looks over at Jeff who is busy rolling his eyes and looking for an empty spot on their table to tag with his pen.

"I mean, you would if you've ever been hopelessly in love with someone before," Jeff says with a shrug before elbowing Gareth sharply as Eddie makes his way back to the table with three beers.

Oh…well shit.

"Maybe he just needs a little push," Gareth hums under his breath to Jeff as Eddie plunks the bottles down and slides them across the table toward them.

"What are we talking about?" Eddie asks as he takes a seat on one of the mismatched chairs on the far side of the table, he looks between Jeff and Gareth expectantly with a crooked grin. 

Gareth takes the new bottle in front of him and tears at the slightly damp paper label with his nail, as a new thought blooms, he turns to meet Jeff's eyes with a grin and lets the thought travel through their gaze.

I have a plan.

No.

Dude, trust me!

Jeff shakes his head and hides a smile behind his beer as he takes another swig.

"We were just talking about the next Hellfire meeting, maybe we can sweet talk Harrington into hosting again for us," Gareth says, trying to keep his voice level, he leans forward on his elbows and ignores the sigh that escapes Jeff beside him. 

Eddie brightens slightly and smiles for a moment before it disappears as his eyes narrow suspiciously, "probably," he says after a beat, "why?" 

"No reason," Gareth hums again as innocently as he can manage, "Steve's great, it'll be cool to catch up on how the Hoosiers are doing, that's all". 

Eddie freezes across the table and Jeff kicks Gareth's leg, hard, he fights off a wince at the impact and kicks back. 

"I uh," Eddie stutters out as he slowly seems to gain his movement back, "I didn't know you liked Basketball". 

Gareth waves his left hand and drops his gaze back to the bottle in his right, trap set. 

"I don't follow it that closely, that's why it's nice to talk to Steve about it," he lies.

Gareth has no interest in Basketball and has not in fact spoken to Steve much, outside of thanking him for hosting their last session. He can feel Jeff's gaze boring into the side of his face, it's one lie, one little white lie and it's for a good purpose, right? For love!

He tries not to let Eddie's somber face eat away at him for the rest of the night.

It's at the next Hellfire night that Gareth decides to kick things up a notch despite Jeff's warnings. 

"Just don't do anything really stupid man," Jeff tells him over the phone before the game. It wasn't like it was malicious, Eddie just needed a little push in the right direction. 

Maybe a big push.

Gareth takes a deep breath as he walks into the kitchen of the Harrington house, he'd never been here himself during the wild party phase King Steve had been infamous for and he can see why it was the central hub for the popular crowd. 

The kitchen itself is massive and the in-ground pool outside the window seems like it would be fun in the summer without the chill of April winds and the tarp covering it. 

Steve is in the kitchen talking with Eddie, he's wearing a slightly oversized forest green sweater and tight blue-jeans which --even Gareth catches himself staring a little too long at. Focus.

He's bent over the oven and putting something on a cookie sheet onto the middle rack before standing back up and closing the door. Steve takes off the floral oven mitts and sweeps his wild hair away from his heat-flushed face. Eddie seems to be listening but his eyes are just slightly glazed over and lingered far too long on the swell of Steve's jean-clad ass as he bent over.

"Hey man," Gareth calls out from the kitchen entrance, he ignores the way Eddie freezes again before slumping into a pout.

"Oh hey," Steve says, his voice tinged with slight surprise, "you excited for the session tonight?" 

Gareth nods and siddles up closer to the pair, he leans around to take a peek at the oven behind them and sniffs the air exaggeratedly, "oh what did you make for us this time Harrington? I swear, if you cooked for me like that every day I'd die a happy man". 

A pretty pink blush blooms over Steve's cheeks and ears as he fumbles with one of the oven mitts, and Okay, if Eddie doesn't make a move soon maybe….

No. Focus up man.

Steve's large hazel eyes flick from Gareth to Eddie so fast he almost misses it. 

"Uh, I mean, it's just some pizza rolls, I didn't actually have time today," Steve mumbles with a shrug, he doesn't seem to notice the furious glare that Eddie shoots Gareth's way, too busy turning around to set the timer on the little plastic egg on the counter. 

"Next time, I'm sure," Gareth says with a smile, knocking his shoulder into Steves and leaning into his space, a startled high pitched laugh bubbles out of Steve who shrugs again. 

Eddie reaches out and slings an arm around Steve's shoulders, tugging him slightly away from Gareth and into Eddie's space. He watches, fascinated as Steve relaxes slightly into Eddie's hold. 

"Stevie here does such a good job taking care of us," Eddie says sweetly into Steve's ear, he may as well have pissed in a circle around the kitchen and told Gareth to back off and eat glass, it doesn't go unnoticed the way Steve seems to bask in the attention -to Gareth anyway.

Ah well, in for a penny.

"How is it that someone hasn't snatched you up yet Harrington? He cooks, he cleans, he hosts game nights? Like a regular Carol Brady or something," Gareth asks, his voice almost wavers as Eddie's hackles rise. Eddie's normally soft brown eyes have hardened and he's looking at Gareth as though trying to figure out if he could actually get away with kicking him in the shin, or somewhere slightly higher.

But then all at once Eddie sags, he abruptly drops his arm from Steve's shoulder and stomps out of the kitchen leaving Steve and Gareth alone as the back door slams shut. 

Well shit.

Steve's eyebrows crinkle together worriedly as he bites his bottom lip, his eyes trained on the back door, "that was mean," he says softly before finally shifting his gaze to meet Gareth's surprised face, "I know what you were trying to do, but I don't think he was really ready to talk about it yet man," Steve continues with a shake of his head before seemingly steeling himself.

Steve breathes out a long sigh and hands Gareth the oven mitt in his hand without looking at him, "that timer is going to go off in about eight more minutes, just flip them when it goes off and then put them back for another ten".

And with that Steve steps around him to follow Eddie out the door. 

"I told you not to do anything stupid man," Jeff's voice floats into the kitchen from the hall, Gareth resists the urge to knock his head into the wall beside him.

"I know, I know," he mumbles as Jeff takes the spot that Eddie and Steve had vacated, "I should probably go apologize, can you watch these?" Gareth gestures towards the oven as he hands over the mitts.

Jeff's nods and rolls his eyes again as he leans back against the counter, "I better hear groveling dude," he calls out as Gareth makes his way towards the back door, "don't think Eddie wouldn't kill your character just to spite you!"

Gareth walks a little faster at the thought.

Without a porch light the yard is dark but for the pale moonlight that stretches over the lawn and patio. He makes his way down the stairs but pauses as soft voices reach his ears. 

"I'm not, I'm not jealous man," Eddie scoffs, his voice comes out in a sharp growl.

"No, Eds, that's not what I'm saying--" 

"Why would I be jealous, I don't own you, you can date or screw whoever you want Harrington," Eddie says again, his voice now bitter and soft.

There's silence for a moment before Steve speaks slowly, "whoever I want huh?" 

"Be my guest," Eddie scoffs again.

Gareth tip toes over, closer to the corner of the house and crouches down beside the bushes before peeking around the corner, just in time to see Steve step forward and slowly cup Eddie's face before leaning in to kiss him. 

Gareth resists the urge to cheer in relief, but it's a near thing. 

Eddie is frozen for a moment before he seems to come back to himself, his hands rise up to thread into Steve's hair and around the small of his back as Eddie walks them backwards into the side of the house, he presses Steve against it drawing out a surprised gasp which Eddie swallows with a please hum.

Gareth takes this as his queue to back away slowly and tip toe back up the stairs, no need to add voyeurism to his list of crimes for the day. 

When Steve and Eddie do finally return to the kitchen, Steve's hair is in complete disarray and his lips are nearly as red as his flushed cheeks. Eddie grins widely, radiating happiness, and saunters in with his arm loosely draped around Steve's waist. 

Eddie spots Gareth hovering awkwardly near the oven, Jeff pays neither of them any mind as he takes out their treats from the oven and asks Steve for a hand plating everything for the kids in the living room. Steve smiles knowingly at Jeff, his eyes trail over to Eddie and Gareth once before he snags a platter from the cupboard and leads Jeff to the farthest side of the kitchen. 

"I suppose I have you to thank for that?" Eddie says quietly, the rising volume in the living room teases the arrival of the kids at any moment. 

"Yeah, look I'm sorry man--" 

Eddie waves him off and claps him on the back with a small smile, "eh, it's fine, I needed a little push, wasted a lot of time thinking I didn't deserve everything I wanted," he says softly. 

Eddie snorts suddenly and a playful grin blooms over his face as he brings up his hand to poke Gareths chest, "Besides, I'm your DM remember? I can throw an ancient red dragon at you guys next time and tell the kids it's your fault". 

Eddie cackles as he leaves Gareth in stunned silence to join Steve and Jeff on their way into the hallway. He slips his hand into Steve's back pocket as he joins them. 

Gareth groans quietly, and starts mentally writing out a new character backstory, he has a feeling his current Elf Ranger wasn't going to last that much longer. 

[gloomuri671]

Placing Bets

Sae Itoshi x Reader

A/N: No smut this time! Time to cool your (and my own) horny asses down.

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Dear Diary,

I don't think he remembers anything, but he's suspicious. A part of me wishes he did remember, but the logical side of me says that it's better this way.

I hadn't seen him all weekend, but I got a text from him from the next morning.

Sae   ɴᴏᴡ

Sorry about last night.

Y/N

You remember?

Sae

Yeah

I'm sorry

ʀᴇᴀᴅ

I didn't know how to feel when I read that. No, I did, but I tried to ignore it.

Sae ɴᴏᴡ

If I had known you were going to be harassed like that, I would've told the guys to go by themselves.

Maybe next time we could just go to the cafe you like so much.

Read

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. What did I really expect? Well, it's still better than the alternative. For me at least.

Y/N

Sae, they're your team.

Sae

So? I don't give a shit.

Y/N

Dude

Sae

Yes, no, maybe so?

Cafe before school or not?

Y/N

...

Fine

Sae reacted to your message ❤

Oh, goodness. What am I going to do with him?

When I walk into the cafe, I see him already there with my preferred order by the window. He knew he didn't have to wave me over, so I just walked up to the table. When I say down, he looked up from his phone, then put it away.

Damn it. "Stop looking at me," I mumbled taking sips from my drink, "Too early for this." It came out more mean than I intended, but it's way too early to be turned on.. again. He's my best friend! It's about time I gave him the respect he deserves, just as he does me. He quirks a brow then responds. "I thought you liked my eyes?" He inquired, "Or did I just imagine that?" What. The. FUCK!?

I choked on my drink and pounded my chest as if it would help. Relieving myself, I looked at Sae while I huffed and puffed for air. That handsome fucker was amused. "So I was right," he mumbled. I looked at him quizzedly. What in the world was he thinking? "You remember?" I asked after contemplating if I was going to. "Remember what?" He inquired, "That you told me you like my eyes? You told me when we met I believe." I calmed down after that. "Boldly too."

Okay.. Close call.

We continued the conversation with random topics until it was time to head to school. "Did something happen when you dropped me off?" He suddenly asked. I glanced at him, but he stared forward completely unbothered. I wish I could be like him too: completely unbothered. That moment haunts my dreams. My poor pillow could never satisfy me the same way again.

"Yeah, something did happen," I confirmed, trying to be as nonchalant as possible. "Then I had to drag your ass into the house for being such a lightweight. Who knew you couldn't hold your liquor well?" I snickered and rushed to the gate of the school. I could only stall for so long. So long before I'd eventually give in and demand answers myself. What the hell happened last Friday night?

But when I look back at Sae who stares at me then shakes his head with a Huff, I'm reminded. Sae Itoshi is my best friend and I'm an asshole for thinking of him in such a sexual light. I should've stopped him before it could escalate further. My dreams should've stayed that way. I took advantage of him.. I owe it to him to tell him the truth.

"What the bloody hell happened?" Margret Butcher slammed her notebook on my desk. She turned around in her seat to face me. She's my girl friend that sits in front of me in class. You could say her and Jordan Lujan are my closest friends after Sae - even before. We grew up together, thick as thieves.

"I wouldn't know what you're talking about," I muttered. I looked back at my notes and started reading them over. Curse her sharp eyes. "You're spinning your pen," she said. I slammed it down on my desk. This was probably my only class without Sae and I didn't want to start thinking about him again! I really do need this class.

"It's.."

"Sae?"

"Cha ching," I mumbled, "We sorta.. Made out in my car last Friday.." Margret gasped and leaned in closer. We were in the far back so any chances of others hearing g us were low. Not like there was much to listen too. "Tell me all about it!" She demanded. She looked over her shoulder looking for a certain someone. "JORDAN! GET YOUR BLOODY ASS OVER HERE!"

Recounting that night to the two felt like second nature to me. When you've honored a friendship for so many years, you're practically family.

"Mary, you owe me twenty," Jordan sang. She grumbled but gave him anyways. I looked at them, not believing what was going on. "You placed a bet!?" I whisper shouted. "Hell yes, sister," Jordan snapped, "You're both practically eye fucking each other every time you're in the same room." Margret laughed in her seat while I stared at them. "You guys," I laughed.

"So did you tell him?" Margret asked. I shook my head no. "Sae is my best friend," I said, "Imagine what he'd think when I tell him I'm the reason there's cum on his pants." Jordan snorted. "Those were good pants too," he weezed, "But he came too! Now you're even!" Margret smacked his shoulder but I could tell she wanted to laugh some more too. "He's going to remember sooner or later," she warned me.

"And I'm relying on the later," I sighed, "I still can't even believe it happened. This stuff only happened in my dreams." Margret smirked at Jordan, who's laughter died down and was now frowning, she held out a hand. "I'll take back my twenty," she smiled mischievously. He grumbled, but gave her back her money. I fumed in my seat, embarrassed.

"ANOTHER BET!?"

Lunch time came around and our table was silent. I had hoped Margret and Jordan would try and make conversation, but their thirst for tea was too strong. "What did you two do this time?" Sae sighed. I snickered while the two gasped offended. "What makes you think it was us?!" Jordan defended himself, "What if it was you two!?" Margret stomped on his foot causing him to muffle a groan. I glared at him causing him to stiffen up more. I glanced at Sae only to see him already looking at me expectingly. Curse those beautiful eyes!

"Jordan thought a tampon was for his nose," Margret said. Jordan gasped betrayed. Sae looked at Jordan disgusted while I tried so hard not to laugh in his face. "Tried sticking it up his nose in PE because he got hit by the dodge ball," she claimed. Jordan was going to protest before he finally caught on. "... Not my greatest moment," he muttered. "What a lukewarm answer," Sae scoffed. I couldn't help but laugh this time, Margret laughed with me, while Jordan flushed embarrassed. "Don't you have three sisters?" Sae asked him. Borden crossed his arms over his chest and looked the other way, suddenly finding the walls more interesting. ".. It's not like I get them myself."

While Jordan and Sae started a whole debate, I couldn't help but watch Sae the whole time. I could see Margret sigh and shake her head at me with a small smile.

Hope you liked it! Next chapter is - Hold up..

I have to tell him. I have to tell him what happened. I owe that to him. But how?

Just got an email from Idy.. Oh, great! He got the thing I needed! Wonder what it is?

Stay tuned~

-Levi

[choster33]

Bridgerton S3 Episode 4 Reaction

So I finally watched the last episode of Part 1 and it was everything I wanted it to be! It was so steamy and full of Colin angst. I am going to write and react about what I saw so if you want to read on!

First off, the rest of the Featheringtons are trash. They're hilarious, but horrible sisters and mother to Penelope. I will one day write an essay about the trauma that Pen has gone through and etc. because ugh. Now on to Lord Debling who is adorable with his plant present.

Yes a nod to Penelope sitting at that settee and enjoying the view of Bridgerton House aka where her love Colin is at. I think she isn't leading Lord Debling on here, she genuinely is getting tired of being in the corner, playing what if and ready for a real relationship. She's not in love with Lord Debling, but ready to accept something real over her years of fantasizing over Colin for nothing.

I agree with people who wrote that the scene that Colin is rereading his journal, he's going over what Penelope has read so that he knows what she read and enjoyed and what would be going through her mind. Lady Bridgerton for sure knows that Colin is in love with Penelope! She knows he's in love and he couldn't take his eyes off of Penelope. And she's no idiot, the boy is acting love sick and she can smell that a mile away.

Tillie Arnold is an amusement, but not endgame.

Is it just me or is Lord Anderson not that funny or charming? I don't mind him courting Violet or anything to do with his person, but I don't get it. Maybe I'm taking cues from Lady Danbury who is an impeccable judge of character, but I'm meh about him.

LOL! I love Queen Charlotte and Brimsley! The step another pace backwards comment was gold. "You read me too well."

Awww look at Francesca's little face! She likes John so much! They just get each other and the two actors portray that so well. The joy they have when together, the unspoken silences, and the chemistry they have is evident and I like them!

Lord Samadani is portrayed perfectly as well- he is handsome and dashing and everything that a traditional girl would have wanted. But not what Francesca wants.

Aw, poor Cressida. I never thought I would think or say that, but here we are. The writers have reframed her into a victim of the ton and has tried to free her from the trope of Mean Blonde Bitch.

Oh, Pen it's so obvious you're staring at Colin. Even Lord Debling can tell something's up. I really like Lord Debling, I think he's so cute! I know he's not endgame, but he's doing everything right so far. Asking her how he would secure her hand and putting out feelers of her reaction to a proposal.

Oho the infamous prostitute scene! Yes, he seems incredibly disinterested. Of course his enthusiasm is elsewhere it's with Penelope! I don't mind this scene so much because it just heightens Colin's disinterest with any woman except for Penelope.

Ha! I love how Francesca just accosted Lord Kilmartin! She knows what she wants and it's this man! They are so cute and awkward and adorable! Francesca wants love, but doesn't want to or know how to play games like Daphne did. They are the on the spectrum romance I didn't know I wanted or needed.

Ooh more Cressida backstory and it is grim. Her family and house are so cold. Yeesh. No wonder she is who she is and does what she does. Eloise is sweet to come by and check up on Cressida, she's a good friend. Her father seems like a pill.

I like the Mondrich's and understand them having class/adjustment issues about suddenly becoming part of the ton. It's good to have some contrast and real people part of the main story, but I also don't understand Will's determination to not see how it looks for him to be serving as bartender. With that act he seemingly doesn't understand the whole have/have not system the ton is based on. Wake up, Will!

These assholes. I never liked these puffed up men of the ton who parade about as rakes, but are more likely just assholes who've slept with a girl or two, who they've most likely had to pay. I'm not a prude or judgmental, but I am with Colin and would be sick of them too.

Penelope being wary of her engagement with Lord Debling makes sense. The girl has been in love with Colin Bridgerton for years and still is and so it would be hard for her to just throw that all away and go with Lord Debling, whom she is not in love with. She's not opposed to him, but also waiting for true love.

Ha! We get more love sick and pining Colin! It's sad to see him like this, but also sweet poetic justice for all the years Penelope was pining alone for him. Lady Bridgerton is such a good mother! She knows Colin like the back of her hand and I love the part where she talks about armor. She knows he's been playing a part lately and wants him to be his Cinnamon Roll self.

She knew exactly what she was doing when she mentions Penelope and getting a proposal! That minx! She's sharp and sly and knows exactly what to say to get a response from her children. Lol.

The ballet was gorgeous! That hair piece OMG it was stunning! I like the Queen, but no Francesca will not end up with Lord Samadani!

The ballet sequence is interesting because of Penelope's reaction to it. The ballet is a romance story and Penelope is wrapped up in it. Other people are admiring the artistry and appreciating the dancers, but Penelope is swept up in it. Which proves that a loveless marriage will not do for her.

See, back to Lord Anderson and I get why he would like Violet, but not why she would like him back. They are reading friends to me than late in life love match. I just don't see instant chemistry or anything.

Tillie is beautiful and amusing, but eventually Benedict is going to chafe at the hiding things and lack of romance. Clearly Tillie is her own woman and not needing a man, which will turn Benedict off eventually I believe.

I actually like the Cressida and Eloise relationship. What am I saying? But I do! I think it's cute. Cressida is in sore need of a friend to soften her and Eloise needs one that listens to her.

Yes! Colin thinking back to that one day and the glass and the looks and the comments about eyes. They were so close and comfortable with each other because they were friends before feelings and etc got in the way.

More Francesca and John and they are very cute. She's abrupt with him at first because she thinks he doesn't like her, but lights up when she sees his gesture. This man gets her to her very soul and it's very cute. Lemonade isn't going to cut it man! She has someone who reads her very soul! The queen's face lol!

Excuse me! Colin is here for a purpose, boys, out of the way!

Oof, you were being honest, but way to fumble the ball Lord Debling. He knows that Penelope loves romance and romance novels and couldn't throw her a bone about one day being in love. Maybe that's what it is and wasn't meant to be, but oof.

Here comes unhinged Colin and I love it! I have been spoiled by this from all over and here it is! Yes walking right up to a dancing couple like that quite scandalous! This is going to be good.

Eros and Psyche indeed! Cressida can be a cow at times, but she's right here. Everything she's putting out here is right. They are old friends, but something is going on between them and directly across the street of that window Penelope's obsessed with. She gives Lord Debling all the answers and clues to put the pieces together.

I feel for Penelope because she feels like Lord Debling is her one and only shot at a husband, but Lord Debling is not a fool and has figured out about her and Colin. He's not wrong and the two of them would not have been a good match, but I feel bad for Penelope.

Colin running down this carriage, yes very unhinged behavior indeed! The boy is lovestruck! Those eyes when he says he cannot leave her alone! They are so in love and the total opposite reaction we see from him with the prostitutes. He is all emotion, all heart on his sleeve and I love to see it.

They're getting it on, they're doing it! Eeek, squee, all the feels! That moment after they start kissing where they look at each other to see if this is real and yes, yes it is! Then they get back into it hot and heavy. He's going for more and she gives the nod of consent. Yes, let's do this Colin! I've been spoiled about the fingering but it is hot! Yes Go get it girl!

Aww that moment of laughter between the two so cute! I've seen other posts on this and it's a moment where they are two old friends and giggling together and that is the nature of their romance and relationship and I agree. It's utterly adorable.

Ok!!! Ugh now I know why so many people can't wait for part 2. Fortunately for me, it's only a couple more days and I can't wait!!!! We're going to have Lady Whistledown drama, Eloise drama, a lot of Polin sex, and a marriage! I can't wait I can't wait!

[sukibenders]

https://www.tumblr.com/sukibenders/753357046866411521/seeing-marina-gush-to-penelope-about-how-in-her

marina knew Pen feeling towards Colin. I know probably you had been in love and the other person doesnt love you back but i did. And it so painful to see another person making fun if that love you have. marina did that with the unrequited fantasy line . And now, don`t play it like marina really care or love Pen. There, Marina was making fun of Pen too, she was wishing her a life without love. it was Eloise wish to remain spinster but not Pen, she wanted love with all her heart and marina want her to be there watching her married with the man she loves with her friend being a spinster!! BE FOR FUCKING REAL!!!!

(This is going to be long)

No, no, no, let's not solely villainize Marina and go "Oh, sweet Penelope" as if she [Pen] isn't grown enough to know the extent of some of her actions. That's a big reason why I can't stand her character is because of the way fans deny her actions having consequences in comparison to others. I've never said that Marina wasn't wrong for what she did, such as attempting to marry someone and pretending their kids are yours, that's wrong on a lot of levels. But this is set in the Regency era where women don't have many choices, especially in her standing. She was literally about to be thrown out on to the street if she didn't find a suitor. And I'm supposed to care more about Pen getting her feelings hurt over a crush that, sorry, was unrequited at the time? I don't think so. Again, painting Penelope as the poor victim gets really annoying because, okay yeah, she has a crush. Everyone does in life. But that doesn't give her a right to act entitled to said crush's feelings at every turn (nor does it give the fandom the right to do so either), it doesn't give her the right to try and sabotage any other attempts said crush might have with other people behind their back, and it doesn't give her the right to expose their information on a public gossip sheet for everyone to see (both Marina's and Colin's). People get so caught up in Penelope's feelings, and demonizing Marina in the same breath, but also don't take into consideration the impact, while not as severe as Marian's, of what Penelope did to Colin as well (when they aren't busy villainizing him) I'm sorry, but me personally, I wouldn't want to be around someone who leaked private information about me (and someone I was close too) and then continued to talk about it on their gossip sheet, reaped the financial benefits of it, and gave me fake sympathies knowing they were the cause just because they had a crush. Would you? Let's be for fucking real, as you say.

And I'll be honest, I do extend a little more grace towards Penelope now than I did back in the day, but not my much. I would be more inclined of her ending up with Colin if her actions were rightfully called out and she had to work through the consequences of them. But no, that can only happen in fanfic because, apparently, it's wrong to view her actions under anything but a sympathetic lens. And, back to your point, correct me if I'm wrong, but Marina gushing to Penelope earlier in the season about Colin, after their first dance and no realization of Penelope's crush, held no mean attributes to it. Her statement was meant to create a loving bond because, whether you like it or not, Marina and Penelope were close because Marina didn't make fun of her or downplay her at every turn like her mother and sisters. Marina knew exactly how it felt to live under that household, saw a perfect opportunity for escape, and in that escape, not only, thought of bringing Penelope with her or at least providing her shelter, but with her best friend, of whom we can assume Marina knows more about Eloise than she did Penelope's relationship with Colin, because that wasn't revealed until later. So no, Marina did truly care about Penelope. Bringing it back to Colin, who made it clear that, at that point, he had feelings for Marina (and don't deny that he did) why should she throw that away over some crush? Like yeah, what Marina said was a little harsh (and she does apologize later for it), but you're ignoring the fact that, prior to this, Penelope made every attempt she could to be spiteful and rain on Marina's joy (again, before the crush was found out), even turning any positive compliment that Marina gave her as some form of pitty, which it wasn't. At that point, I'd be annoyed too and Marina was far better than me at those points. Now, again, I state this was the Regency era and Marina was running out of time with the only good and less dangerous option of a good life growing farther and farther away, she has to make tough decisions because it's not only about her but her unborn children as well, and I'm supposed to feel more sympathy for Penelope? Her calling Penelope's crush a "childish fantasy" came about when Penelope was trying to withhold Marina from doing something that could have ended up with her finding a good life because Philip showing up was something that no one expected and she was led to believe that Goerge no longer cared for her anymore. But she was supposed to throw that away over a crush? And calling it what it is, even if it was harsh, was not Marina making fun of Penelope. Let's not.

Yes, I have had crushes before, but in no way did I act THAT entitled to someone as a person, especially enough to where I purposely risked someone's life and have said crush still not even consider my feelings. And even if they did, that still doesn't warrant that behavior, and I'm tired of people justifying what Penelope did. I've had a crush on someone, they didn't know about it, moved on with different people one being my friend and you know what I did? Worked on moving on too, because they both were happy for however long they were together, the crush wasn't entitled to returning my feelings, and I knew at a certain point that I had to let go. Was it kind of sad to see Marina diss Penelope's feelings like that? Yeah. And would it hurt if someone did that to me? Yes, but I also won't lie and pretend that that could have been a reality check for Penelope if the show did right. I would have wished that Penelope didn't realize that so late, but sadly that didn't happen. And it's also sad that the fandom to won't let her have an opportunity to move on because, what do you mean Marina was denying her love? I'm sorry, but love exist in many other forms, which Penelope had, and even without Marina in the picture, Colin is clearly shown to not reciprocate Penelope's feelings that way. It's sad how dependent Penelope and some fans feel about that, when it's been shown that, when she tries (get into that later), Penelope can attract people outside of Colin. Personally, at a certain point way before s3, I would've been trying to do that a long time ago. Now, because you said that Penelope didn't want to be a spinster, the statement is kind of laughable because, until s3, we hardly see Penelope make any attempts to find a match with someone who isn't Colin, who still isn't returning her feelings. In fact, we hardly see her with anyone who isn't Eloise, and there are more scenes of her dodging attempts to find a suitor than actually looking for one. She literally uses Marina as a shield in s1 to prevent from doing so so that she can spend time with Eloise! (Ngl, if my friend did that for most of our lives, I too would think that she would want to be a spinster, but Eloise still could have talked about it more with her). It also ignores how, when Colin entered Marina's life again and basically went "Hey, I'm not against playing the second step daddy" Marina still went and pushed him to go and be with Penelope, even though, from what we can assume, they probably haven't seen each other since Marina got married and had her twins.

The reason I don't care much for Polin is because I hardly get to see much growth on Penelope's side at all in the ship, especially due to the fandom making it their life's mission to make Colin grovel for every little thing (some in which he really shouldn't). We got to see opportunities even before s3 of her associating with other characters, one being with Marina and the other being Edwina but they all get thrown out the window as soon as Colin enters the fray. Heck, even when around Eloise, as soon as Colin is mentioned or shows up she's eager to dip and make her way over. She wanted love with all her heart WITH COLIN. She had opportunities to be with other people, but she wanted Colin so bad that she was willing to do anything. Perhaps if the fandom addressed this, if they stopped trying to paint her actions as overly sympathetic and let her be morally complex, then I could get behind it. But no, we have to put the blame on others.

[strangedreamings]

S3E4 (spoilers abound)

Portia, Prudence, and Philippa listening at the open door while Debling calls on Pen. The three of them are anything but subtle.

Aww, he gave her a potted plant so she can have nature indoors with her. I hope somebody in this house has a green thumb. He is sweet but he'd better be honest with whoever he ends up marrying about his actual reason for finding a wife.

Has Pen truly given up on Colin? It's sad if that's true.

"I will surely eat all of the biscuits" You mean we FINALLY have an appearance by Colin's bottomless pit of a stomach? It only took what, TWO AND A HALF SEASONS?!

Violet knows when something is up but she also knows a dismissal when she hears one.

Benedict and Lady Tilley. Yeah, she's this season's Siena, though I will say I like her a lot more than I liked Siena (which isn't hard). She won't last but at least they'll be fun to watch while she's around.

Agatha and Marcus. Their dynamic is interesting -- "Do whatever, I'm too busy to get involved." I doubt he'll last beyond S3, but you never know.

"to become the new Marquess Samadani" OH MY FUCKING GOD, SHONDA, YOU DID NOT!!! The wife of a marquess (or a female marquess in her own right) is not called a marquess, but a MARCHIONESS! I know marquess isn't a common title in the British peerage but Shonda, you have access to Wikipedia, FUCKING USE IT!!!

"You read me too well." God, I love Charlotte and Brimsley.

Violet, El, Fran, and the kids are expecting Lord Samadani but Maybe-John has dropped in instead. We'd better learn his name soon, this is driving me nuts.

"John Stirling, Earl of Kilmartin." FUCKING FINALLY!!!! I don't care that his accent is wrong, I love this guy already! Is your cousin Michael in town too, John? Or is he earning his title of the Merry Rake elsewhere?

John and Fran are simply enjoying the silence and the rest of the family is completely baffled, I love it. And here comes Samadani, lovely. John, your timing is awful.

Samadani seems like a nice enough guy, he's just wrong for Francesca.

Love the library, hate Portia's internalized misogyny. I really feel for Cressida now. Can Debling marry her once Colin finally gets his head out of his ass and marries Pen?

I take "revelry" to mean Colin's friends are going whoring and want him to come with, lovely.

Debling is finally being honest? Well, not directly, but still, I'll take it for now. Oh, he's being subtle but he is being direct, got it. Poor Pen, she's torn between the life she wants and a good life that's being offered to her.

Colin with his two ladies again but this time, he's not into it. If you've already paid, Colin, you could've just bid them goodnight and left, you didn't have to stay.

Francesca running into John on the street. These two are a little too quiet for their own good, but I'm sure they'll be fine, maybe with a little help from Violet.

The Cowpers' sitting room has to be the most depressing room on the planet. Lord Cowper's forbidding Cressida from being friends with Eloise? Is it because of Colin? Or Pen? Or maybe he thinks she's putting too much effort into the friendship and not enough into finding a husband. Cressida, I'm guessing you're the same age as Daphne, so I believe that makes you 23 now. You're a legal adult and have been for two years. It would be highly irregular but you could move out of your parents' house. I'm sure the Bridgertons would take you in if Eloise explained everything.

Uh oh, the Mondriches' pub needs saving (again). We'll have another last-minute save by a Bridgerton by the time S3 is over, I'm sure. Frankly, most of the ton can fuck themselves, and that includes Colin's "friends," especially Fife. Pig.

Colin wanting more out of sex is a great sign of both his maturity and him falling in love.

So Debling's serious about proposing to Pen. Poor Pen and poor Cressida.

BTW, I love how the subtitles keep calling the music this season "pensive," it feels like an unintended pun.

For a woman who can't come up with a decent metaphor to save her life, Violet is very wise when it comes to her kids. Oh, she is playing Colin like a fiddle! Go, Violet!

I really like her and Marcus together, he seems like a great guy, though apparently somewhat estranged from Agatha.

Cressida came to Eloise. El really brings out the best in her, something her parents really try to keep hidden. I swear to God, Shonda, if you don't give Cressida a happy ending, I will.

Be careful, Fran, especially with the Queen watching.

Colin has finally outgrown his "friends," halleluiah!

Well, at least Debling bowed out gracefully. And Cressida still has a chance, as slim as it is.

Oh, is this THE carriage scene? Not quite how the book one went but hey, if we get the same outcome, I'm all for it.

Aww, Colin looks like he's about to cry.

"Are you going to marry me or not?" Colin, I could kiss you but I'll leave that to Pen. WE GOT OUR BOOK PROPOSAL!!!

And we don't even get an answer before the episode ends.

Nice cliffhanger, Shonda.