#THEN HE STANDS UP FOR HIMSELF AND THEN SUPRISE HE DIED

[welove-thedirection]

My brain during 87% of ep 3: Roman Roman Roman Roman Roman. ROMAN. Oh. Roman. Romeyyyy. Rome. Romulus. Roman Roman Roman. Fuck. Fuck me. Wow. Roman. Rooooommmaaan. Oh my God. Roman. Someone please— He’s— Goddamn it. Roman. Does no one—? See him?? Guys. Roman.

[accio-sriracha]

The Water Is Fine

A Jegulus Oneshot

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"Come in, the water is fine!" James called to Regulus, his eyes holding a challenge.

Regulus watched him with amusement from the shade of a nearby tree. He didn't swim, this was a fact they all knew well. James, however, didn't seem to care, inviting him for the third time that evening to join them in the lake.

Regulus watched his brother's concerned expression as he swam over to James,

"Mate, you know he doesn't get in the water." He said, "What's the point in trying?"

James brushed him off, his eyes never leaving the boy resting beneath the tree,

"Sure he does." He said it loud enough for Regulus to hear, "He'll get in eventually."

"You're really going to do this right now?" Regulus called back.

He had to admit, he was a little impressed by James' persistence. James shrugged,

"It's as good a time as ever, isn't it?"

Regulus knew the words had double meaning for them, but pretended not to notice as he sighed and stood up, marking his place in his book.

The rest of their groups were there as well. Mary, Lily, Marlene, and Dorcas were having a chicken fight off to the left. Alice, Frank, and Pandora were diving to collect things on the lake's floor. Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus had previosuly been playing catch with a quaffle, before James turned his attention to Regulus instead.

Barty and Evan were... well, we probably should focus too much on them.

They all turned in suprise as Regulus stepped out of his shoes, resignation written on his face, and walked towards the water's edge.

"There he is!" James called grandly, holding his arms out, "The man of the hour! Come join us, the water's nice and warm!"

If they hadn't been shocked before, they definitley were now as Regulus actually stepped into lake.

"Will you shut up already?" Regulus hissed at him, "It's fucking cold, you liar!"

He continued to mutter under his breath as he made his way to James, "Always fucking pissing me off- Never have one good day with my books, can I-"

James waved him off, "Stop whining, you'll get used to it."

"Regulus what are you doing?" Sirius was openly staring at him in shock. Regulus didn't spare him a glance, too focused on where to place his feet,

"Coming over to kill your best friend, that's what I'm doing." He gasped when a place in the water was particularly freezing.

He didn't like the feeling of everyone's eyes on him, since they suddenly decided he was more exciting than whatever it was they were doing before.

He rolled his eyes. He was in the water, so what? Just because none of them had ever seen him step foot in the lake before doesn't mean it was that big of a deal.

"I thought you didn't swim-" Sirius started again, dumbstruck.

"He doesn't." James' smile was bright, the kind of all-consuming smile that made you forget the rest of the world existed.

As Regulus got to waist high waters the familiar trickles of fear started to kick in.

Sirius had a right to be surprised, nothing scared Regulus more than this feeling.

He was toeing the ridge he had been looking for, where safe standing water met the expansive depths underneath. A drop off so sudden he was surprised nobody had died in it yet.

But as he looked up, his heart slowed. He trusted James. James would make sure he was okay.

He watched as James nodded reassuringly, his breathtaking smile easing Regulus' nerves. Regulus nodded back, reminding himself again that James would keep him safe.

So, much to the panic of everyone else, he turned around, leaned back... and fell.

Right off of the ledge and into the drop off. Water splashed up around him. He sunk five- ten feet and falling fast.

Above the waves there were shouts, his friends pushing through the water to save him because, obviously, Regulus couldn't swim.

James, Sirius, Barty, and Mary were the stronger swimmers of the group, the latter three racing against the current to get to him.

But Regulus wasn't waiting for any of them.

In seconds there was a body pressed against his own. Warm hands against smooth skin, the zooming rush of water around them.

Yes, there he was.

James held him against his chest, using magic to propell them quickly through the water. Regulus could never get enough of this feeling, like he was flying.

As they burst up to the surface of the water again he could just barely make out the gasps from their friends.

They flew through the waves, Regulus' hands looked pale against James' tanned back from where he clutched James close.

And they were quite a sight to see, bright smiles and Regulus' shrieks of laughter, James weaved them this way and that, sometimes twirling them up into the air before dropping them back down.

It was a bit of water bending magic James had learned to keep Regulus safe when he was trying to teach him how to swim a few months ago, a deal they'd made in private to save Regulus the embarrassment.

Eventually, when Regulus' fears had proven too great, they'd given up on learning and starting using magic to push them across the waves instead. He and James had come here all the time since then, getting faster and faster at it, James continuing to try out new tricks.

James kept his hands wrapped tightly around Regulus' waist, his own laugh was wild and free.

Regulus leaned happily into James, he could feel James' heart thump rhythmically against his chest.

James rolled them over so Regulus was on his back when he stopped the spell. Regulus gripped James' shoulders tightly, as he always did when James swam them back to the safety of the shore.

This was where James had developed the habit of calling Regulus his starfish, because he held fast onto him when James was swimming; like a starfish to a rock.

Regulus remembered the first time he'd said it, when he'd lectured James for making fun of someone with such a large fear. It turned out to grow on Regulus, and now he could only find the name endearing.

"Show off." Regulus called over the sound of the water, leaning back so he could feel the breeze on his face.

James looked back at him, eyes shining, "Only for you." He smiled.

They made it back to a level Regulus could stand in and James carefully dropped him off, holding him steady until he was sure Regulus was okay.

Sirius stormed over to them, hitting James' arm repeatedly,

"Never. Scare. Me. Like. That. Again." He said, each word punctuated by a punch, "You could have hurt him! What if he'd drowned, Prongs? What then?"

James threw back his head in a laugh, moving to hide behind Regulus,

"I didn't do anything!" He protested. Dodging his next few attempts to attack.

Barty made it to them next, glaring at Regulus,

"I thought you were fucking dying you arsehole!" He shouted, "I had to leave Evan to save you! Do you know how hard that is?"

"Oh the horror. You had to stop making out for three whole seconds." Regulus teased.

"What the hell was that?" Evan demanded as well, looking between James and Regulus as he trudged through the water to the four of them, "I've never seen anything like that before."

James and Regulus shared a look. James cleared his throat,

"We've had some practice." He started slowly, "It's a thing we've been working on-"

"Wait, you've gotten in the water before?" Marlene asked, amazed, as the rest of the group appeared.

"Just a few times." Regulus told them.

"More like every weekend." James snorted, as always beginning to speak before he could think, "You practically begged me last time-"

Regulus cut him off with a threatening look.

Sirius was staring like he was seeing a ghost. Regulus could imagine why, he probably wasn't used to seeing Regulus like this, usually so cut throat and intense, suddenly laughing and beaming and clinging to Sirius' best friend of all people.

"I didn't even know you guys were close." Lily frowned, confused.

Regulus bit back a smile, glancing at James as also he tried and failed to control his expression. The light reflecting off the water made him look even more beautiful.

James wrapped an arm around Regulus' shoulders, "You could say that."

Regulus rolled his eyes again, "Prick." He hissed under his breath. James shot him a flashy grin.

Finally, it seemed to click.

"Holy shit." Barty took a step back, "Evan, they're-"

"I know, B."

"They're-"

"You don't have to say it, B."

"Evan, they're fucking each other!"

Evan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I thought I just told you not to say it?"

"You're together?" Peter called incredolously. James smiled, turning Regulus to face him fully. Regulus knew what was happening even before Jamesx eyes dropped to his lips,

"Jamie, no-" Regulus started, even though he was already melting against his touch.

"Jamie, yes." James replied, all smug smiles and firm hands as he pulled Regulus into a kiss, right there in front of everyone.

Regulus broke, leaning his forehead against his chest when they pulled away.

He'd never felt guilt and relief so simultaniously. It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders just to remind him of all he'd done wrong to get it there.

"You're together?" Sirius repeated quietly, still watching them with that same expression. Remus' hand was placed gently on his back, a motion Regulus often did to James to calm him down. He knew it well, Remus thought Sirius was about to explode.

"We were planning on telling you, it's only been two weeks since we actually got together-" James began nervously.

Regulus swallowed hard, Sirius was the person they'd been most anxious to tell, worried about how he'd react.

"This is fucking amazing." Sirius called, pulling them both into a crushing hug, "Merlin, my brothers! I'm so happy for you both!"

Regulus wasn't sure surprised was quite enough to cover what he was experiencing right now. He needed something more intense, somewhere around the intensity of a nuclear bomb might cover it.

"You're okay with it?" James asked skeptically, his hand intertwining with Regulus' seemingly without thought.

Sirius laughed, "Well it sure as hell beats thinking Regulus was going to drown." He replied, "But, honestly, I'm happy for you guys!"

People took their turns congratulating them, eventually, when the excitement had passed and everyone went back to their own activities again, Regulus turned to James,

"Can we go again?" He asked, giving him the look that he knew made James fold every time.

"Yeah, we can do it again." James laughed, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "I love you."

"I love you too." Regulus smiled, taking a deep breath in as he walked over to the ledge. He nodded to James, who was already muttering the spell under his breath.

And off they went once more, flying through the water in their own peaceful little bubble.

Regulus had never been more happy than he was right then, with James holding him close and all of their friends having fun in the distance. No more secrets. No more lies.

He found Sirius' eyes when James swam them back to the safer water, his smile was filled with approval.

Regulus relaxed against his boyfriend, there was no place on earth he would rather be.

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MHA chapter 419 rant

What the actual hell is this chapter ?!?!?!? What is going on horikoshi?!?!??

So suprise AFO IS BACK👎👎👎 seriously what the hell I knew he was gonna come back but he is so boring and I hate him as a villain like wdym you only pulling up with a plan that failed multiple times cos you have thing for your brother like!?!? The doctor and the hero comission could of been better villains. My point still stands AFO being the main bad guy even though this mf was killed and injured by everyone is lame and stupid 😭. Like can AFO just disappear out of existence already like?!?! Also I really doubt that dfo is true considering this guy just loves to act like a season 1 bakugo and call Izuku useless every breathing moment he gets. Also at this point afo out here using shigaraki like a wet human suit thing and that's it

Shigaraki is dead?!?!!!? Vile. Y'all telling me that shigaraki is basically dead this guy basically killed himself after a little fight (it wasn't little that's a hyperbole it was huge he deserves better than this disservice) sigh so shigaraki died with all his memories and the truth of his own origin which is completely sad and wow the amount of retconning for this is insane. Wdym to tell me that AFO needed someone emotionally weak to take advantage of so he chose kotaro, befriended the guy and manipulated him into having Tenko and then used Tenko as his little thing to make the perfect vessel!?!???!? DAM SHIGARAKI IAM SORRRY HORI DID YOU LIKE THIS

Izuku lost two arms and is getting the worst end of the stick as always. As an izuku Stan this isn't it for me like what are you telling me that HE LOST TWO ARMS AND THEN PEOPLE DO COME BUT I AINT SEEING NONE TRYNA HELP THIS GUY. ALSO IZUKU IS NOW ARMLESS AND QUIRKLESS WHATS GOOD ON HERE??!?????!?!? Also looks like izuku out here being the only one who doesn't actually get a full heart to heart with their villain at least ochako and toga were treated better and got that little sob scene where they called eachothers names out and what not but izuku and shigaraki gotta be sentenced to pure suffering for no reason 🤦‍♀️. Also the whole page is Hella and I mean Hella creepy and off like wth is this it's too gory (I know that's not valid criticism but this is my opinion) Izuku out here being the only one who can't be a proper hero like the guy couldn't even stand up to AFO unlike bk this is just mountains and mountains of disrespect and disservice . SOMEONE CHECK UP ON POOR INKO AND IZUKU

The quirks the backstory the things?!?!. So basically overhaul had the oh quirk or whoever the guy in the picture manga panel thingy which looks like OVERHAUL. This guy had an op quirk like he had the power of destruction and reconstruction but then afo takes that away and then has the doctor somehow somehow genetically modify it ( istg i still dont know how that works or how he could do that) and then TOOK SHIGARAKIS OG QUIRK WHICH (what was his og quirk we arent ever told) and then proceedes to set this child who wanted to be a hero for pure failure. Also what is going on with AFO and kotaros relationship and why does the description of kotaro being mentally/emotionally weak heavily remind me of inko midoriya. Also the RETCON LIKE OH AFO IS LIKE HAVE A KID FOR ME OR SOME BS AND HE HAS A KID AND THEN KOTARO APPARENTLY FULLY LOVES HIS FAMILY HOWEVER IT LOOKS LIKE KOTARO LOVES AFO More THAN HIS FAMILY

Eraserhead making a comeback and finally apologising (or not). I mean at least Eraserhead is back and apologising to his student for failing to be a teacher to him which ok cool cliffhanger I guess. Also where is mic I don't think I can take it if mic is secretly off screened especially cos Eraserhead is crying why is the guy crying like is he crying for izuku which dam as he should your student is dying but he was legit shouting left and right for bakugo 🤷‍♀️. Also Eraserhead has a lot of apologies for izuku considering how he treated the poor dude. ALSO DOES THIS MEAN OBORO IS BACK TO THE PLOT SOMEHOW ( I love oboro) but how does this work how did it happen how did he break free Iam so confused did much due for oboro or something.

Sato, ojirou and sero out here coming in clutch. but none y'all running to see if izuku ain't gonna die from blood loss or something. Cool entry I guess everyone can take a good fight with AFO but Izuku because hori doesn't like izuku and izuku just sucks!!!. I get it 1A is too big so hori out here needing to give everyone their little moments but like?!?! This just makes afo seem so weak it first went from only all might being the one to even fouch and defeat afo and now its everyone thats not the ofa users which great (sarcasm if you couldn't tell). ALSO THIS MOMENT DONT WORK BECAUSE IZUKU LACKS DEVELOPMENT AND SO DOES 1A and their whole dynamic?!?!?!!!!!???!

I Have ALREADY SEEN THE SHIGARAKI MIGHT COMEBEACK COS AFO CAN HEAR HIS ECHO BUT I DONT WANT HIM BACK AND IF HE DOES HE SHOULD DIE WITH IZUKU COS I GENUINELY GIVE UP

In conclusion, I hope both izuku and shigaraki die and izuku to be remembered as the greatest hero and that's it honestly!!

[much-ado-about-whomst]

I saw a post abput drunk Ness and I couldn't resist. So @blue-sunflower-bee this one's for you.

Drunk Ness fluff

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Ness will swear up in down till the day he dies that he's not a light weight. He can hold his alcohol, thank you very much.

The thing is that's a complete lie. Mike's seen him get tipsy on a Mike's Hard Lemonade. A shot of anything gets him drunker than a skunk. It's not a big deal since he doesn't drink much anyways.

Which is why Mike was suprised to see his boyfriend stumble into their house late one night after going out with some coworkers. Ness comes in giggling at nothing, and wobbling so severely that Mike gets up off the couch to help lead the taller man safely to it.

"Hello Sugar!" Ness's voice is louder than normal.

"Hey Darlin', easy now." Mike cautions as Ness trips over his own foot. "I thought you, Chris, and Jason were going bowling."

"We did!" Crise Ness as he finally made it to the safty of the couch.

"Then why are you drunk?" Mike sat down next to his silly boyfriend.

"'m not drunk." Ness pouts as he snuggles up into the warmth of Mike. "Its Chris's brithday. We had some shots in between rounds of bowling." Mike snorts and shakes his head. Ness is mesmerized by the movement of his hair. He sits up as gracefully as a newborn giraffe and starts to play with Mike's hair.

"Mike. Mike. Mike. Do you want to hear a fun fact I learned at work today?" Mike tries and fails to surpress the smile that makes its way up to his face and camps there.

"What did you learn darlin'?" Ness does a little happy wiggle, excited that someone is willing to listen to his ramblings.

"I learned from Amy that you can cook food in the dryer! She told me that her cousin's best friend did it with stake and it totally worked! Isnt that so cool? Maybe we should try that." Ness babbles as he takes his hands through Mike's hair. He starts trying to braid it, bit its too small to really amount to anything. So he gives up and runs his figners through the hair, enjoying the texture, before trying to braid it again.

"Sorry Darlin', but we are not cooking food in the dryer. No matter what Amy's cousin's best friend says." Mike's hands hold on to Ness's hips to keep him from toppeling off the couch

"But Sugar, think of the learning opportunities for Abby." Ness's puppy dog eyes were at full force and aimed right at Mike's heart. Mike steals himself before continuing.

"You can't use that as an excuse every time you want to do something."

Ness yawns real big and then replies,"I can try."

Mike makes sure Ness is sexure before standing up.

"Lets get you to bed Darlin'." He says in a hushed tone as he picks up Ness in a bridal carry and starts making his way to their room.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Post canon Beast where Chuuya's trashing the office and just pissed off and in pain. While Atsushi is just standing there, no one else dares come in.

"Did you know?!" Atsushi shakes his head and that only makes the fire in Chuuya's eyes blaze. His attention is now entirely on Atsushi.

The only thing Atsushi can think, is 'better me than anyone else.' It was a miracle they managed to knock Chuuya out and thus stop Corruption.

This, Atsushi can handle.

"Answer me! I'm the Boss now!" His voice thunders with rage but Atsushi can practically feel the pain coming off his superior.

He's wearing his usual outfit but with none of his usual prestige and pride. The shirts crinkled, there's blood and tears covering it and his hat is askew.

It hurt to watch Dazai fall. And it hurts to watch Chuuya fall apart.

"I did not."

Chuuya laughs, it's cold and cruel and almost hysterical. "You didn't know...You didn't know." He repeats, over and over like the words have him in a trance.

He stops.

"... Do you take me for a fool? White Reaper?"

"I do not."

Atsushi's slammed against the wall. He doesn't even need to look to know his head is bleeding. Every instinct in him screams, the tiger howling beneath his skin to fight back.

But Atsushi stays in place, unwavering. Because he knows Chuuya better than most. Because Chuuya has always worn his heart on his sleeve.

Atsushi sees the moment it hits Chuuya. Feels his hands shake as his grip on Atsushi gets weaker and weaker.

The tears in his eyes and the horror on his face.

"I'm sorry... I didn't know. But that's no excuse." Says Atsushi, he lowers his head, watching the blood drip onto the floor and stain his hair.

"I should've been stronger."

"Don't..." Whispers Chuuya, the angers there but it's taken over by hurt.

"And I, will accept any punishment you believe necessary, Boss."

Atsushi lowers himself onto his knees, keeping his head down. Because this is what he deserves, and Chuuya knows this.

"Get up."

Atsushi does.

"Look at me."

Atsushi faces him. The next thing he knows he's in a warm embrace. A hand carding through his hair, the injury long since gone.

"Boss?"

"Look at me, take one step in here and I become a monster." Says Chuuya, tears in his eyes and Atsushi shakes his head. "If you were a monster, I'd have died before I entered the room."

He says if with such conviction Chuuya pauses in suprise. "Im sorry... I needed someone to blame, and you were there."

Atsushi frowns.

"But it is my fault."

Chuuya frowns "Oh? And tell me, in what world could you or anyone else have the power to stop Dazai from doing anything?"

It's the first time Chuuya's spoken his name since the funeral. Tears well up Atsushi's eyes without meaning too.

He doesn't have an answer to that.

Chuuya softens, only hugging him closer. "Exactly. He's probably laughing his sorry arse off seeing us fall apart like this. But this is his mess, it's his fault. So no, you won't be punished. I'll kick his arse myself when the time comes."

Atsushi laughs, without meaning too but Chuuya only smiles back.

"There you are, Atsushi. I was wondering where you went." Hearing his name makes him feel lighter, Chuuya had never addressed him coldly not until now.

"I'll fix this, best I can... But I can't do it alone." Atsushi nods "I'm here, if you've got me than I've got you too."

Chuuya smiles and it's genuine. "I know kid, I trust you." And somehow that's enough for the tears to fall.

But it's not just Atsushi crying. He hugs Chuuya back. The future was a mystery, they'd lost the man who guided them here.

But he'd bought them together and they'd go on without him.

They had too.

[ravers8fantasy]

🥀Don flamenco head canon's🌹

Yes even tho he's an opp im gonna give him a chance:

- started boxing around 20 (hes 23)

-before boxing he was just a bullfighter, and didnt become a matador until he was older (the title matador is given to a bullfighter who has killed a mature bull correct me if im wrong chat😭)

- Carmen is a flamenco dancer and they bonded over their love for the dance

- before Don sleeps he keeps his toupee (wig thing which btw is the wrong shade of brown) in a locked box out of fear someone steals it

- sometimes smells like roses, sometimes smells like sandalwood, sometimes smells like 2 cans of hairspray with a light hint of hair gel on top

- ugly cried in the locker room toilets after little mac thunder cunted his toupee of his bald head

- keeps a collection of all the sports magazines where he has appeared on the front cover and looks at them when hes feeling sad (either that or he goes to carmen for comfort)

- much to his suprise Carmen actually loves his forehead, and whenever he feels insecure about it she tells him that theres more space to leave forehead kisses which always picks his mood up

- on multiple occasion's has had to search the locker rooms for his wig due to Aran hiding it

- has caught Disco trying on the wig and Mac taking pictures to which he corrected the placement of it on Disco's head and told Mac to take the photo at a better angle

- he has great sportsmanship and sees the boxers as different people outside the ring (although for mac, not so much, not after he sent his wig went flying)

- tried to play guitar one time for Carmen but split his nail somehow and vowed never to play again

- has a horror movie worth scream and isnt afraid to use it as an SOS alarm whenever aran comes near him in the locker rooms

- does club and club's hard because ofc he knows how to dance

- his favourite animal is a lion, he takes pride in himself like one too

- patriotic af will defend the art of bullfighting till he dies

- has bad eyesight so he asked carmen to wear an outfit which makes her stand out against the crowd when she watches his matches

- poked himself in the eye and started tweaking on the floor whilst trying to do guyliner before the rematch against mac

- bro got whiplash after seeing the portion sizes of food and well the size of america in general

- snores. One time the major circuit had a sleep over together and he blamed bear hugger for the loud snoring everyone heard during the night because he was embarrased to admit

- dramatic af and although he says he is trust worthy he defo snitches on the boxers he doesnt like (he gasps and pretends he said nothing when meanwhile super macho man is fighting for his life against the paparazzi asking him if he's lying about his age)

OK THATS ALL THANK YOU🤓

[blue-rasberry-soda]

Emmet and Ingo stand before the final display in the train museum. Past all the old parts and blueprints, the stories of entrepreneurs and disasters and advancements. All to reach this one, final display.

"I always thought he looked familiar..." Emmet says, his eyes looking over the old photos on display.

"Hmm, I suppose he does. The fact that our uniforms are based off his definitely helps." Ingo says with a nod, reading the scribbled notes in the torn journal. "I quite like his handwriting."

"It's messy. Like yours. I can't read it."

"A controlled chaos. What he's described here is shockingly modern."

"What does it say?"

"He had a strange dream. He was deep underground, within a "roaring beast of metal", surrounded by a crowd. He goes into a lot of detail about the sound of it, the way people clung tight to the handles and swayed with its movements... but then he goes on to talk about standing next to himself? Nothing more about the train."

"Subways were invented via fever dream. This does not suprise me."

"I suppose. Then again, he's not quite the inventor, he never built anything. He just came up with the concept."

"That we know of. The plaque says he dissapears."

"Well, it's more likely that he died then ran away to invent trains."

"He could have."

"There are no records of such a thing, Emmet."

"Still."

...

"You've gone quiet. Care to share what you're thinking about?"

"... do you think he'd like the battle subway?"

"Well, he says the train felt like home. I suppose he would."

"Really? That could be fun. Showing him how far we've come. I hope he's proud."

"I'm sure he is."

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Emmet stands before the final display in the train museum. Past all the old memories and good times, the stories of determination and failure and perseverance. All to reach this one, final display.

"I always thought he looked like you." Emmet mumbles, to no one in particular. "Writes like you, too. I still can't read this."

"I remember what you said about his dream, though. Standing next to himself, right?

... I think I know what he meant."

[sunflowerxthoughts]

And yet another thought about Eddie. More like a angsty thot. But Eddie and you "hate" eachother. You don't really call him any names but since you are a cheerleader the guy can't stand you so you just give him the same energy back.

And one night you two end up fucking, and it's so so nasty and he is using major foul dirty talk to you and he is just overall rough, because apparently to him it's just a hate fuck and both of you are so high. There is no aftercare, nothing.

What Eddie didn't know because you two got caught up in the moment is that you were, in fact, a virgin. And he doesn't find out until he over hears Chrissy talk about it and he just panics.

"What's up with Y/N? They seem out of it." Carly asks Chrissy. "They seem so sad."

"They lost, um you know, it this weekend and it was bad apparently."

"They're sad over bad sex? God I'd be depressed then."

"Not like that. Apparently the guy was super rough with them, and didn't take care of Y/N after the whole thing. They just... Left."

"What?"

"My thoughts, exactly."

"But who the fuck did thay? They are far too sweet to have someone treat them like that, I don't get it."

"They won't say..."

Naturally, Eddie is both stunned and heartbroken. And so mad with himself. No matter how much he might dislike you (not that he does, he just pretends to because it is easier than telling you he loves you.) this just feels unfair to anyone but specially you.

So he confronts you as soon as he sees you.

"Hey can we talk?"

"Huh?"

"I assumed you weren't a virgin. I shouldn't- I wouldn't-" Eddie is not as good with wording feelings as he is wording songs.

"Eddie, it's okay, I should have told you."

"No! Don't you dare!" He dies a little inside because you are not bickering with him as usual and it's not fair to just forgive him. "It's not okay."

"But I wanted it, Eddie. And I wanted it to be you."

"But it should have been different. Sweeter at least. I didn't even take care of you after, you could have fallen into subspace and then what?"

"And when you woke up what, Eddie?"

"What do you mean?"

"We would have woken up, argued, you'd realized you regret sleeping with me and then I would have gone home both angry and sad. I was saving you the trouble."

"But it wasn't a mistake! I wanted to sleep with you. Shit this isn't how it was supposed to go, but I like you, so fucking much. And then we fucked and I lost track of everything but please, please let me make it up to you, show you how sorry I am."

And you are a bit suprised by the reaction but let him either way, and that same night he has a whole redo of the night and shows you exactly how nice he can make you feel and how you should be treated afterwards. Eddie is ready to show you you deserve the world and to explore with what you desire, not just a high hate fuck.

[fantasy-things-and-such]

Selflessness

A small Tidbit from White Candy. I know I haven’t posted in a hot second and I’ll try to fix that. Anyway, enjoy!

There’s no such thing as a “selfless deed”.

No one does something for the benifit of another. No, there’s always an ulterior motive.

All decisions hinge on what you want. What would be best for you. Without fail.

“Go,” I recall his final words to me. “Live!”

“But what about you?” I had shouted back.

“I’ll be fine.” Liar.

“I can’t live without you! So run! Be quick and silent!” What about me?

I can’t live without you, either. Why did you leave me behind? To live in a world devoid of your smile? I’m sure he thought himself heroic. That he “sacrificed” his life to save mine.

“You’re bleeding.” I look down at my palm in suprise, where I’d been gripping the keycard so hard that it cut into my palm. Wuxia extracts the now-bloody keycard from my hand, leaving me to nurse my wound.

“You were thinking about Sequoia.” It’s not a question, but I nod anyway.

“I was.” I shake out my hands, wiping away the traces of red around my fingers.

“Who’s Sequoia?” Marie pipes up.

“My husband.” I scowl, washing my hands under the warm tap water.

“You… have a husband?” Marie looks up at me. “You?”

“Had.” Wuxia corrects. He talks to Marie like she’s a little kid. It pisses me off.

“He died.” I continue rubbing all the blood and dirt off of my hand, wincing slightly at the sting. “He died doing something stupid for a stupid cause.”

“What did he do?” Marie tosses me a roll of gauze.

“He fended off some Raiders while giving me time to run.” Wuxia snickers at me, and I shoot him a dirty look. “What?”

“You- he saved your life?” Marie crosses her arms, raising an eyebrow at me. “That’s certainly a way to talk about someone who did something very brave and selfless.”

“Selfless? Don’t make me laugh,” I growl. “There’s no such thing as selflessness.”

“How can you say that?” She gasps.

“If he were selfless, he would’ve stayed with me.” I spit, anger rising to the surface. “He wouldn’t have left me alone-“ I draw a deep breath. “He would’ve thought about how I’d feel, if he died.”

“That’s selfish-“ Marie begins.

“Exactly.” I stand abruptly, stalking towards the back door. “You get it.”

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I’ve been postponing my official Taglist cause ✨anxiety✨so uh. I guess this is a starting point? If you want to be taken off or added, lemme know, I’ll put it up tomorrow… hopefully.

Cheers, y’all!

[anime-and-toon-oc-time]

Hey @ask-milo-suzuki (look! Daddy Legion!)

LEGION YAMAMOTO VS NUCKALAVEE GRIMM

Slayers and hunters fear my hoovesteps

Nuckalavee Grimm info:

Height: 15 feet

Weight: 900lbs

Weapons: Claws, Hooves

Strengths: One of the strongest creatures of Grimm to ever exist, Has caused the deaths of countless Huntsmen and innocent civilians, Immensely powerful (Having killed countless Huntsmen of varying skill including Lie Ren’s parents, Nearly killed Team RNJR), Is extremely durable (Has a multitude of Weapons sticking out of it causing it no harm of discomfort, It took everything Team RNJR had to wear it down and defeat it), Extreme reflexes (Was able to react and counter attacks from Team RNJR when they attacked it from multiple sides and angles), Can stretch its arms for ranged attacks.

Weaknesses: Seems to be only able to move either the Horse or humanoid parts of its body at a time (the humanoid part hanging limp off when the Horse half moves and the Horse standing stock still whilst the humanoid part attacks).

Legion Yamamoto info:

Height:7foot 2 as a humanoid oni but he grows up to 35-40 foot as a true demon

Weight:Unknown but he makes sink holes when he jumps and craters when he falls.

Weapons:metal club, claws, teeth, demon blood art.

Strengths:despite being younger then most demons by the time he steps into the limelight he's one of the strongest demons that lived and he's survived everything up to an unknown death (the whole village was chanting for Kaito to win against Posiden.) Insane strength (threw train cars at muzan as a demon as a human he ripped demons apart and could throw around a massive club to split demons in two as a demon he was strong enough to split mountains and easily threw a large robot triple the size of a tank called Nancy. [According to death battle it should way 15 to 20 tons]) Insane durability (one of the few demons that's immune to sunlight and can't die by decapitation. Being an Oni in the reboot timeline he is bullet and blade proof. He's also been decapitated so many times it's nothing more then a nuisance.) Suprising speed (Despite his massive size he kept up with Douma and helped both the slayers and tanjiro defeat muzan and akaza without slowing down. Kaito believes he's faster than upper moon 4) his blood art gives him the ability to make whatever he eats part of him (ate enough frogs to give himself multiple long tounges gained wings this way. He also did the same to deers cows and elks to grow extra legs. He can use weakened versions of blood arts if he eats a demon as long as he didn't digest them fully. Is the reason he can sprout multiple eyes and arms) Suprisingly good at fighting despite being a brezerker (survived fights against Yoriichi despite knowing what he could do. Fought muzan for 4 hours straight as a human with demon eater powers. Fought akaza to a standstill as a human.)

Weaknesses:he's very straightforward and prideictable in a fight. He canonically dies before the start of Izukus time according to the other Einherjars. While immune to demon weaknesses he has a skin/allergy to water which worsened when he became an Oni (melted to a puddle almost killing him when Milo alsomost got swept away in a flood in the future.) Will sacrifice himself without thinking even if it does more harm then good. He's a massive target.

[teecupangel]

Just saw some Medusa art and thpught "what if Desmond got sent back, but as a stone turning snake man?" Eagle vision makes his ancestors immune and it allows Desmond to sense where he's going, even when blindfolded, cause accidently turning his sncestor to stone would break his heart. Oh! Maybe he does turn them to stone and in his grief kisses the statue and they revive? "Huh, guess Sleeping Beauty got something right."

If we go with Altaïr, Desmond is locked inside the ark until Kadar opens it. This of course fresks Kadar out, cause this is NOT what Al Mualim said they'd have to retrive. Cue Desmond seeing Altaïr getting attacked and goes: "So you have chosen death". After much murdering and screaming and statues getting smashed Desmond curls around Altaïr like he's a giant teddy bear and Altaïr just stands there, very much confused.

With Ezio, it's the obvious "Desmond is in the vault". XD I can't help it, i just love EziDes too much! ^^ Though we could add in Immortal!Desmond in Altaïr's Library. He could sleep curled around Altaïr in the chair and when Ezio wakes him up, he is suprised and sad that he couldn't join Altaïr in the afterlife(not that he believes in it, but being alive without Altaïr hurts). With this Desmond doesn't end up together with Ezio as for him it feels like it's only been minutes since Altaïr died and once he is "ready" to move on, Ezio is already married to Sofia. He does become a kickass nanny and protector of Ezio's children though.

That's about it, just an interesting idea that popped into my head. ^^

… We do have this fic idea that’s more on the Modern Day gen side so Imma focus on the stuck on the past pairing side for this one :)

In this one, Malik would be the one to say that Desmond must be the treasure they’re meant to take back to Al Mualim and Desmond’s like “nononono, bad idea. He’s a Templar.”

Malik wouldn’t believe him, obviously, but Kadar would be more on the fence. Altaïr would actually be the one to wonder if Desmond is telling the truth. Desmond is just happy that Altaïr is trying to believe him. Altaïr, on the other hand, is at that point in his life that he has lost his trust to the Creed and, by association, to Al Mualim.

Oooohh, what if… Altaïr covers Desmond’s eyes with his red sash to make sure he doesn’t accidentally petrify anyone and Desmond is just so touched while Malik and Kadar are sorta worried because Altaïr is treating Desmond gentler than anyone they have ever seen Altaïr with. And the four of them go rogue to find evidence that Al Mualim had betrayed the Brotherhood.

During that time… Altaïr and Desmond’s relationship ‘blossoms’.

We can make our cake and eat it with Ezio! Let’s have Desmond actually wake up in the vault when Ezio is born and he stays in the vault for as long as he can, until he finally finds it in himself to touch the last memory seal. There, he watches as Altaïr’s last memories was after Desmond had fallen asleep before him and Altaïr tells him his final goodbyes, telling him that he knew that Desmond was going to live longer than he will and that he treasured all the days he had with Desmond until the very end. And then, by the end of it, Altaïr says something like “I will not ask you to forget me. I am too selfish for such a sacrifice. All I ask is that you live, Desmond, and you find happiness. Whether that is in the arms of another, I will understand. Because I know, even if you find someone else to love, you will never forget me and you will always love me, the same way I will always love you even as my body turns to dust. So… grieve for me for as long as you need, ya omri, and, when you are ready, find your happiness once more. Remember our time not with tears but with a smile… and create more happy memories.”

So his relationship with Ezio would be more of a slowburn with Ezio trying to learn how to be an Assassin and Desmond trying to support him while still being in that rickety bridge of grieving for his first love and finding the courage to accept his growing feelings for Ezio.

(Or, you know, we go for the “Altaïr gets reincarnated as Ezio” route which we can more generalized as Desmond’s love will keep reincarnating, appearing first as Altaïr, then as Ezio, then Ratonhnhaké:ton (or maybe Edward first?), etc)

(Although, Desmond being a kickass nanny would be awesome and he’d even add Shao Jun to his list of ‘children’ even though Shao Jun is old enough to not need any nanny).

[stardustpinkart]

If there is one thing I've learned from life it's that even if the most Horrendous person was in Trump's spot and almost Assassinated some people still would have defended them even if it was the devil himself people would still defend him it sad but true and I know wishing on people downfall is bad but let's be honest for all we know Trump already has blood on his hands he a rich politician for crying out loud

We don't need his old ass in office I swear I fear for my younger cousin in school I'm still in school but I know right from wrong and trust someone may have failed this time but as we all know the history book on the shelf always repeats itself and I say he going to be alive in the next 2 years i know a dead man walking when I see one and I'll be surprised if he actually makes it to see 2027

Yes, we do. We do know some of the things hes already done. His misogynistic views such as "Grab em" by the you know whats. Trying to build a wall around Mexico, poor children torn from there families stuck in dentention centres. Cots and those weird foil blankets right? No toys no books no one really taking care of them, being treated like criminals if I remmeber right? And I think the Capitol riots? 5 people were killed, and hes still not been punished for his part in that! Yknow I wouldent even be suprised if this was staged? By him himself, hes crazy enough! He only got shot in the ear, other people died. Again, he doesent care who gets hurt, and his followers will do anything he says, but he just sees them as MEATSHIELDS. HECK, if he was arrested and could not do ANYTHING anymore, lose his money, any power, be banned from being able to run from any position of power, I think we'd all sleep safer. BUT politicians and rich men often seem to slip out of it. I dont feel hes really paid at all for his crimes.

A lot of things I support, friends I know, family, these are things that could befall them easily. Even as simple as a womans basic rights that we had to fight for, there trying to drag the world back into the past? And the said thing is it can happen ANYWHERE any country. Thats why we havta stay vigilante when they try to take away our dignity, rights, freedoms and humanity. Its exhuasting, but we havta fight, we havta be brave, we havta stand up when we KNOW something is wrong

[fantasyinvader]

My thinking on Mikazuki changed recently.

See, I remember when the show was airing that the Japanese were calling him the evil Gundam protagonist online, and Mikazuki's whole "I want to protect my friends" bit falls short when Mikazuki pushed Orga to go down the path they did. But I also thought, when a young Mikazuki met Atra, he shared his food with her and helped her get a job at the store off the streets. Considering McGillis would steal bad apples as part of his backstory, it serves as a contrast. It showed that there was a kind side to Mikazuki, a character who later be revealed to enjoy killing.

But then I thought of the scene where young Mika killed a guy for Orga's sake, the moment Mikazuki considers his birth. It's implied that rather than stealing food, Orga tried to steal money, got caught and Mikazuki shot the guy in order to protect Orga from further beating. Then Orga says when he saw Mikazuki do this, he believed that if he had Mikazuki at his side he could do anything, so he promised to lead Mikazuki to a happy ending if Mika followed him.

Orga then led Mikazuki into being a child soldier, while Orga talked about how he felt he had to live up to Mikazuki's expectations of him by doing all this cool, crazy shit. It's even said in the show that Mika doesn't do things he doesn't like or see the point to. Mika was willing to kill to help a friend, meanwhile Orga was making sure he had FUN doing so. Thinking about the implications of this, Orga is the one who caused Mika to develop an enjoyment towards killing.

The thing is with child soldiers, there is legally no difference between forcing kids to fight and recruiting kids. It's still considered exploitation, still considered a crime. In battles, while soldiers don't like killing child soldiers they're also not legally responsible for doing so. The commanders who use child soldiers are, and by that logic all the kids who died following Orga were HIS fault. Not his enemies, his. His idea that it's okay for Tekkadan to kill people because it's just business while seeking revenge for any of it's fallen is okay is just him not taking responsibility for his leadership. Orga recruiting kids from the streets when he should know they have no other options and then telling them if they want to they can leave at any time despite that means returning to those streets, possibly starving to death.

Mika tried to get Orga back on track after Biscuit's death, but Orga's "normal" is pretty fucked up, and that led to him telling his troops, a bunch of children, to do whatever it takes to win, to kill anyone who stands in their way, and that the fallen will be avenged. The director said that Merribit was right at the end of s1 when Orga did this, and in s2 we see that Orga can't control his men as a result (or even run the business) because they're holding him to his promise just like Mika did. And his promise to Mika was, in part, because he believed he could have a good life if Mika was by his side. Orga was exploiting Mika from the moment Mika views himself as being born, resulting in Mika being his attack dog (Shino himself called Mika an attack dog late in the show, and we also see Mika threaten violence to both Hush and Eugene for speaking out against Orga).

But, Orga doesn't realize how devoted Mika is to him even after throwing away the use of the entire right side of his body. Orga promised to make Mika's dreams a reality, kid wanted to be a farmer, and when those dreams became impossible Orga didn't have an "oh god, what have I done?" moment, he was just suprised at the dedication and kept going.

Mika is just another victim of Orga's. Which in turn influenced McGillis, who did have his hesitations with the coup due to his friendship with Gaelio and Carta but was swayed after seeing Mikazuki's power causing him to betray his friends. The fact is, Gaelio and Carta would have helped McGillis with reforming Gjallarhorn. Even Rustal only acted against McGillis because of the chaos McGillis spread since Rustal's whole thing is just maintaining order. The Dort workers were already trying to get smuggled weapons, he didn't want them to inspire more would-be terrorists and instead tried to make an example of them. Without Orga, McGillis likely wouldn't have gone through with his coup.

Likewise, Orga was the one who brought Kudelia to Teiwaz, where she entered into a partnership with them. The mafia, who the show says has slave mines, and she got their support just like Orga did. This allowed them to have greater influence on Mars, resulting in the ending where they use their influence to make Kudelia the leader of the planet as part of their plans for profitting on the now defenseless Mars. Kudelia abandoned her ideal of the independence groups banding together, turned her back on Terra Liberonius and turned a blind eye to Orga later having their leader killed while the group was arrested, and in the end basically put Mars under the control of Jupiter.

There's also the negative arcs of Tekkadan, or how Orga didn't listen to mob boss McMurdo and continued his association with McGillis. That led to both the Hashmal incident, as well as the Turbines being taken out as a consequence.

Orga… is the show's main villain imo, and the rest of Tekkadan are just like the Zeon troops in the original series. They're not bad people, they think they're fighting for a good cause but it's their leader who is the problem. It's like Nadi says, Tekkadan needed more people to call Orga out on his bullshit, as hypocritical as it was considering Nadi and the adults knew things weren't right but instead worked to try and help Tekkadan, not just blindly follow him. As a result, Orga became his own antithesis throwing kids into a meat grinder despite originally saying he made Tekkadan to protect them. But it was all him getting to that fabled goal, using the other kids as justification. He dies saving Ride, but Ride is unable to let his influence go and throws away a peaceful life to avenge Tekkadan.

And this just makes me pity Mikazuki, who died doing what he enjoyed so that others may escape. Orga is my hated Gundam character as a result now. I know he's the Yamcha of Gundam over his death meme, but Yamcha died a hero. Orga may have always been the villain, the real devil of Tekkadan.

[ghostly-wisp]

MY DEAR VALENTINE

💌: Joel Miller x Reader

🎞: Last Of Us (HBO adaptation)

👥: Joel Miller, reader, Tommy Miller and Ellie Williams

✒️: ghostly-wisp on Tumblr

word count: 1,837

warnings/note: fluff omg!! happy valentines day loves <3

Joel was not good at sharing his feelings—years on the road, survivng and fighting for himself made him this way; not that you could blame him. He'd seen so much, and love was the last thing on his mind. It hadn't even been a concept to him since Tess died.

You knew that when getting into the relationship with him, he was more devoted to Ellie—the little girl he swore to keep alive no matter the cost. His younger brother, Tommy, had even warned you so. Everyone did, but it was the small things that made it worth it.

Joel always pulled your chair out when you'd spend dinners together, hold you close in bed on nights either of you slept over, or hold your hand while you two watched Ellie play something on her guitar for entertainment. Your relationship was private, and you didn't mind. Joel wasn't good at saying I love you. Though he made sure you felt loved as much as possible.

You had spent the night alone, Joel was out working—fixing things around Jackson in attempt to get some money. You wondered if he remembered that it was Valentines day. You didn't know if it was actually, but everyone in Jackson decided it so, and you went with it to have some sense of normalcy. If Joel didn't know, it wasn't that big of a deal anyways. I mean what is there to do? it's not like you can go to some fancy restaurant, or have a picnic in a park like you could do before the apocalypse. Ellie was put with Dina and some friends, so it was really just you. Most days were, which you couldn't complain about. Sometimes even in a world like this, it's nice to have time to yourself.

You were snug in your bed, reading some book to yourself, amazed that you could find copies of The Great Gatsby, even if the book wasn't your all time favorite – at least it was something to read.

You just got to the part where Daisy and Gatsby begin their affair, blah blah blah Tom Buchanan sucks and Gastby is rich. When you heard a knock on your door, whoever it was, seemed rather impatient, because they knocked a few more times before you got to the door to open it.

"Joel!" you say suprised, he looks tired (So, like he normally did.), as much as you're happy to see him—you figured he'd be working all day, and probably go home once he finished. You just didn't expect to see him today. "What are you doing here?" Despite your question, you move to the side to allow him in. Once he's inside, you close the door.

His shoulders drop, he's less tense. Instantly more comfortable in your presence, he doesn't feel this way around many people. But you're one of the only ones that makes him feel like he's safe, almost like the apocalypse never started. "Now," he says quietly, turning to you—his arms reach out to invite you into an embrace, which you gladly accept, moving closer to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. "You don't think I'd forget about you on the most romantic day of the year?"

"I wasn't even sure if you knew it was Valentines day." you respond, "I didn't even know, until yesterday." He chuckles, his eyes are on you at all times, his arms wrapped securely around you. He leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. "No matter, I've got something planned."

"You do, do you?" He nods, "Get your coat—it's quite cold out there." You're reluctant to pull away, but you're more curious about what he has planned. "Well, I have to change if we're going out." You say, pulling away from him completely, making your way into your bedroom. He follows after you instead of standing around until you got ready, he knew sometimes you'd change your outfit plans a few times; so it very well could take a while.

"Sweetheart, The Great Gatsby? again?" He asks, holding up your copy.

"You try finding something better!" He raises his eyebrows, you're not wrong. You find something simple, it's not like you have fancy outfits nowadays anyway.

You grab your coat, slip it on and the two of you are out the door, you close your door behind you, to your surprise—Joel's holding his arm our for you to take, he'd never been one for PDA, so you took this opportunity graciously.

The two of you don't walk far at all, in fact it's just to his place. He opens the door to reveal the candle-lit home, occasional clutter heard coming from the direction of the kitchen.

The previously three-seated dining table now only had two seats across from eachother. Only laminated by the candle in the middle. There's a nice smell I'm your nose, and upon closer inspection, the clutter and the smell came from Tommy, working away in the kitchen for seemingly awhile.

Joel has this wide grin on his face as he begins to explain, "I know we can't go eat at over-priced Italian restaurants like the old days," he hums, moving to stand infront of you to catch your reaction. "So I decided to bring one here, Tommy's cooking for us, and after many many hours of begging and bargaining, Ellie will be our server."

"Adoring" doesn't even capture the feeling you feel for Joel right now—all the trouble to set up a fancy dinner for you on some day you weren't even sure was actually valentines. For all you knew, in normal days it could've been March right now.

While Joel can be closed off, less affectionate and bad at saying his feelings outright, he knew how to assure you felt special, loved, like you were the one that hung the stars. Despite how happy you felt, you could feel the tears swell in your eyes, he chuckles softly, putting his hands out. "Can I take your jacket?"

You nod, shaking it off and handing it to him, watching him drape it over the back of one of the chairs and pulling it back for you. Once you take your seat, he wants for you to push yourself in before he takes his own seat, like a true gentleman.

"Joel, you didn't have to do all this." you would've been completely content with a sleepover, holding eschother ad you slept and moved onto thr next day. The relationship was low maintenance, and it was easier that way.

"Nonsense, I ought to treat my special person right. I don't do it often enough."

It doesn't take long for Ellie, dressed in all black, to walk over from the kitchen counter over to the table with plates of whatever Tommy had cooked up. It looked delicious, and Tommy had a reputation for being a decent enough cook.

"Here you two go, I'll be back shortly with the wine." Despite the fact that Joel made it sound like she hates the idea of doing this, she had a big, giddy smile on her face. When you entered Joel's life, you were worried about Ellie. If she'd like you, and if you were stepping on her turf. Though she seemed excited to have you around, someone other than Joel to balance him around. In a way, you almost considered her your step-daughter.

Joel's the first one to take a bite, talking to you about his day at work. How he had talked his co-workers ears off about his plans for tonight, that he thinks they were excited for him to leave so that they wouldn't have to keep hearing about it for the rest of the night. When Ellie pours the wine, he's the first one to grab his glass and raise it.

"To us," he says, "Finding comfort and love in such a difficult time, I wouldn't be half as happy as I am without you. I love you."

"I love you, too. Thank you for being you, Joel."

Your glasses clink, and you each take a sip. Continuing the rest of your meal, when Tommt comes over to collect your plates, you laugh at the poorly drawn mustache he has. Like every television based chef, he's wearing all white. All he's really missing is the hat. "How did you two enjoy your meal?" He asks, faking an accent, and needless to say—he's very bad at it.

"It was lovely," you respond, handing your plate to Tommy, "Thank you, kind sir. Compliments to the chef." To which, he does a slight bow.

Joel feels like he's almost who he once was, before all of this. He missed the warm feeling of home and the sense of family. Though he gets all these feelings from you, and he could never be more grateful for it. He truly does love you with every fiber of his being, he's only sorry he's so bad at telling you. While gestures were never his thing, seeing how happy it made you made everything worth it.

He's lost so much, endured and survived the worst things a person could imagine. If it took all of that to end up with you, he considers most of it worth it. Sarah would've loved you, he thinks, the three of you could've been a happy little family in Texas. Not that he doesn't love and value Ellie, but nobody compares to his little girl. He thinks about her during these times of the year, Sarah would always bring home the cutest homemade valentines from school and would be so excited about it.

He moves to stand, shaking all the somber thoughts out of his head, offering his hand out to you. "We've got one more thing planned."

You feel as though you've already been swept off your feet, though he seems more excited about this than he did the dinner he had prepared. You lightly take his hand as he leads you to the living room area. Your cheeks hurt from how much you were smiling, though you felt like you couldn't stop.

Ellie sat to her own secluded corner, playing a song you could easily identify — Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley. Surely Joel had to have taught her that, because when you met her all those months ago, she didn't even know who Elvis was.

Joel stands in front of you, one hand on your hip and the other gently grabs your hand.

"Joel, I don't know how to slow dance." You laugh, looking at your feet as he slowly begins to guide you, "I don't either, sweetheart. Let's just have fun."

He holds you close to him, enjoying the acoustic. Ellie truly was talented, she could already be better than Joel, much to his dismay.

"I love you," he whispers. "I know I don't say it a lot, but I see you every day, and I just love you."

"I love you more." you reply, looking up to meet his gaze.

"That ain't possible," He hums, giving you a slow, yet loving kiss. "Happy valentines day, my dear."

[phr0gg13]

Can you do an angsty Will fic? Where he breaks down from being touch starved (he became used to giving hugs than getting hugs after being thrust into a role of leadership and having to act like he's always okay for his siblings) and Nico comforts him? It's kinda specific, so its completely your choice! im just really desperate for some Will angst

Pls no smut! and possibly Will X Nico! Thank youu <33

Ahhhh!! I love Will and Nico soooo muchhh, the minute I saw this request I already made a photo thingy for the fic and Im so excited!

Will Solace x Nico Di Angelo

Warnings: Angst/comfort, mentions of negative self image, and also infirmary stuff!

Will was tired to say the least, as the head counselor of the Apollo cabin he had a lot on his plate. Not only did he have to help out the new Apollo children but also the current ones. He felt like a mom at times, struggling to stop all her kids from accidentally dying. Oh and he also was one of the head healers at the infirmary. He spent all his time helping others but no one ever really helped him. Of course he had friends and of course he had his siblings but none of them ever really picked up on his stress or negative thoughts. The dark circles under his eyes went unnoticed as well as the constant yawning.

Will had managed to get away from the busy day he was having. Opting to chill near the strawberry fields. He even picked a few to snack on, safe to say he knew this break wouldn't be long. Camp Half-Blood seemed to have a dramatic increase in new campers, Will didn't understand how the gods could have so many kids all the time, this meant that he had a lot more to do. A Lot more people to show around, explain things to, and also a lot more children that end up injuring themselves.

He always kicked himself mentally when he sighed at the new campers asking him for help. He was supposed to be a bright eyed, happy-go-lucky Apollo kid. Yet he wasn't happy, he was stressed and in a constant state of self loathing. Will felt water drops on his hands, looking up at the sky he saw it was still bright and sunny out. He was crying. In the middle of the Strawberry fields. He felt stupid. He was fine and a little work wasn't the end of the world. He tried to find the motivation to get up and go back to the infirmary but he couldn't. He couldn't stand the thought of going back to the bloody noses, and the bruises, and the whining.

He didn't want to. He just wanted to stay put in the fields. Streams of tears came out of his eyes, the stress of everything was too much. He put his head against the tree he was sitting next to and let himself cry. This was fine, he was fine. No one was around anyways.... Or so he thought.

"Hey you okay Sunshine?" Will knew whos voice it was. Nico Di Angelo, a child of Hades and someone Will was quite enamored with. Will quickly wiped his face, "Yeah, I'm great... It's just really hot out, some sweat got in my eyes." Will resonded sheepishly. He wasnt trying to lie to Nico, he just didnt want to burden him with his problems. "You sure? Cause from where I'm standing it seems like you are hiding in the strawberry fields crying..." Nico sat down next to Will. Will looked at Nico, who was wearing some black jeans and a black shirt (He never wore his camp half blood shirt) with a skull on it. He gave Nico a small smile, "I'm just stressed I guess...". Nico nodded and looked around the camp. Everyone was doing their own thing, they didn't notice the pair at all. "You do alot for the camp, I'm not suprised you're stressed. You should talk to Chiron about some time off or something..." Nico's suggestion was nice but Will couldn't stand the thought of not being useful. He didn't want to be dead weight. "I'm fine. I just...." Will couldnt find the words he was going to say. Nico faced Will and gave him a concerned look. "Please stop overworking yourself. It's not healthy and you're supposed to be a doctor or whatever..." Nico joked with the blonde. "I'm not a doctor, I'm just a kid they put in charge of the health of countless other kids..." Will sighed. "Yeah, but you're damn good at your job, Solace." Nico's compliment made Will's cheeks burn. "Thanks..." Will looked away from Nico trying to hide his blush.

A horn could be heard in the distance, it was dinner time. Will sighed, he would have to go back to everyone, put on a smile and pretend all over again. The moment with Nico was just a moment. It wasn't permanent. "Guess it's time to eat..." Will sat up and got on his own two feet. "Thanks for talking to me Nico." He started to walk away until he felt a hand grab his wrist. "Wait... You can sit with me if you'd like. The hades table is always empty..." Will smiled at Nico and nodded his head. "Yeah, I'd like that alot Nico." Nico gave Will a small smile and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Will. Nico had his head against Will's chest considering he was a few inches shorter than Will.

Once again tears threatened to leave Will's eyes, but for a different reason this time. He returned Nico's hug and placed his chin atop of his head. The two stayed there for a few minutes. Just enjoying the embrace of the other. That night at dinner Nico and Will talked on and on about everything. Nico even convinced Will to talk to Chiron about his stress. Safe to say there were a lot more moments in the strawberry fields for Will and Nico.

[disneyanddisneyships]

I am once again asking

For you to write what you just dmed me

Okay yall this starts off with some.... smut.....

Warnings: um so this is kina a bit of smut. There's some name calling (not in the sexy way), curse words, and alastor in heat

Alastor x OC fic

Almost there....

Alastor thought as he stroked himself.

His mind began to wander to Aponi..... her hips.... and the way her breasts would move when she did something.... the way her ass was shaped and how sometimes Alastor could get a glimpse of her underwear when she leaned down to pick something up.

"Aponi!" He moaned out before he came, letting out a deep breath before he heard the sound of something fall on the ground.

His eyes glowed red, as if to scare off whoever wat in his doorway only to see the woman he had just been imagining standing there, mouth agape, a dark red blush on her face.

"A-aponi! Dear! What a nice suprise!" Alastor exclaimed as he struggled to pull up his pants, only to see Aponi wlaking away swiftly. "Now now, don't be like that, darling!" Alastor called as he walked to follow her.

"Get away from me!" Aponi shouted before wlaking into her room at the hotel and slamming the door in the radio demons face.

"Oh come now! It was nothing!" Alastor called through the door.

"You moaned my name and then came in your hand! That's not fucking nothing you pervert!" Aponi shouted.

"I'm a deer demon, darling! I have heat cycles. It's not my fault what my body or mind does!" Alastor called back.

"The last male who believed in that raped me, causing me to kill myself!" Aponi yelled.

Alastor was taken aback. Aponi had never told him why she died. He felt awful... usually he hated having to touch himself. He's never had those urges until he died.

Hell. The place of eternal suffering indeed.

"I don't apologize, but I promise you'll never have to see that again, my dear," Alastor stated.

There was a small amount of silence before the door opened to reveal the butterfly demon.

"You wanna come in?" She asked with a pout.

"I'd love to, my dear!" Alastor exclaimed before wlaking right into her room.

".... why we're you thinking about me in that way?" Aponi asked.

Alastors radio glitched before before turned to her with a wide, fake smile.

"Because you're the only one here whom I tolerate!" Alastor answered.

"That's a lie. You tolerate husk and nifty," Aponi stated before glancing down and raising an eyebrow. "You still have a boner by the way. Don't let Angel see that," she muttered.

Even though alastor was smiling, he was clearly both uncomfortable and a blushing mess.

"Sometumes I think about you too.... you know.... when i...." Aponi trailed off.

Alastors eyes widened and his smile softened a bit.

Aponi sighed. "Look you don't gotta say that you like me.... but I like you..... and uh... if you ever needed help when you're in heat.... I'd be willing," Aponi explained.

"I- that's very kind, my dear! Very kind indeed. I must be going now!" Alastor stated as he walked toward the door.

"Right... sorry. Goodbye," Aponi muttered.

Alastor stopped in the doorway and sighed before turning to look at Aponi.

"Is the offer available now?" He asked, a sheepish grin on his face.

Aponi gave a small smirk. "Sure. Just dont be too loud. Thin walls," she replied before shutting her door and dragging Alastor by his bow to her bed.