#and they thought it was funny so it became an inside joke and now they're all inseparable

[leofromsomewhere]

clone wars high school au but the events of the show are actually happening in the d&d club

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐎𝐃 𝐦𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: fluffy fluff

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

a/n: With each tf141 guy, they're single when they're admirers.

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄: You had been married to Price for two years now, and the team knew you quite well. So well, that their name for you is 'Mrs Captain.' You had a different kind of friendship with each of your husbands work friends/teammates. With Gaz, he was a sweetheart. Loved when you mothered him a little, jokingly calls you and Price his parents. Ghost has respect for you - high respect. He's someone that you knew you can rely on when things start to turn ugly. But with Soap - my god, all he did was flirt with you.

You took it as a joke for a while, until one night when the five of you were at the bar, Johnny had one two many drinks and practically expressed his undying love for you:

"Mrs Cap," he started to say, a holding the outside wall for support.

"Yes, Johnny?" you said, chuckling at his drunkenness.

"If Mr Cap evah broke yer heart, I-I'd break his face-"

"Oh, well...than-" but he cut you off before you could finish.

"I love ya tha' much bonnie, die for ya I would."

Your eyes had then flicked up to the person who was walking towards you. You weren't sure how your husband was going to react...

𝐆𝐀𝐙: The amount of pride Kyle has for you is insane. He couldn't wait to tell the other guys about you. With more and more information, Kyle never realised he was making one of his teammates fall in love with you.

Ghost was always eavesdropping on the conversations that you and Kyle had over the phone. Was the first to look at any selfies you sent or carepackages. But he tried not to make it too obvious. Plus, he was happy that Kyle had found someone. Even if that someone was you.

𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏: One of the biggest joys about your fiance, was his humour and how you had the exact same type. You two always found something to laugh about. There were so many inside jokes between you two. The understanding in your relationship was on a whole other level. Soap knew he was going to marry you.

Gaz was nearly green with jealousy. Whenever he saw you, all these feelings hit him straight in the gut. You were his type; funny, witty and passionate. And your loyalty was clear. But Gaz had to let it go. It hurt, hurt so bad. But he had to let the thought of you and him go.

𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓: Being a newly wed to Ghost was the exact same as being his girlfriend. He looked after you properly from the beginning. Ghost never wanted you to feel unloved, unwanted or undesired. He worked so hard to show you how much he needed you and your relationship was great.

Except... you kept getting small gifts in the mail, sometimes letters flowers, twice you had been sent jewellery. But there was never any name; no inclination to who it could be. It wasn't until you brought it to Simon's attention that it became a serious matter.

But never in a million years did Ghost think his own Captain would do something like this.

[monarisse]

— The Hex paradox [arthur nightingale x gn!drifter]

Arthur asks, why are you still here.

You can't believe that he thinks you see them as pets.

SFW, second pov, hurt/comfort, misunderstanding, angst with a happy ending | 3.6k

ao3

There is a flex of a hand — meat under the skin is terribly tense, just like their owner. Long unclipped nails, map of the old scars with pigment just a little bit lighter than everything else. Further: burn, raw marks from laser. Further: a contaminated virus from the elder beast of Deimos. Further-

This is just a body that holds your consciousness when there are no more metallic constructs of dead people that should be controlled. It was... actually, not so horrible to unfold the truth behind the creations of Ballas. Or others. There was always something more than you in these turned-to-be-bones metallic wires and engines. Always lurking in shadow; just not enough to be found, but enough to feel the sudden twitch of a cobalt fingers or unknown step of feet. Sometimes, even more: dance with a weapon, full of joy; murmur in an unknown language; search for something behind the back. Unnecessary. Unasked. Unprovoked. But... familiar, almost to the pain in your drifting mind.

It's ironic — that they all called you The Drifter. Not The Operator — not anymore, at least. Even if there was someone, in this time of the universe, who would gladly use this title on you, it would not be the truth. And you will not allow it. Hundreds of years after all of this, there would be a child with angry eyes and a thirst for power, who changed too much and too little to be completely you again. So you give them the future and keep yourself in the past — it seems right. Especially because (it's ill-fitting, it's wrong, and it's foolish, but deep down it's what makes them and you one person), The Operator can't travel here. They ask in rare times together how it was.

And for you, it's never "was." It's still here.

———

After winter, spring and summer together, they became steadier, softer. Smoother. Happier. Amir sleeps better. Angered only by some unnecessary presence before, now Quincy finds serenity, covering your back on missions. Aoi plays on the borrowed piano from the music store, and Eleanor whispers in your mind stories that she read in the past about Great Britain. Sharpened on the edges Lettie, today holds her hand to yours, so her beasts could crawl on the skin of this body with hushed squeaks, smelling with their little noses acid and kerosene, that scaldra pours on you every day. Lettie clicks her tongue in disappointment when she sees a new wound on the meat of shoulder — because in this body you can't heal as fast as they, and it's hypocritical to come out of frame when they're — the Mighty Hex, batch of soldiers of the future, your Friends, in the end — still here. And-

It's so. Fucking. Funny. A snicker falls from your lips before you can stop it.

Lettie furrows her eyebrows. In her eyes — something eats the previous light joke and fills it with thick tension.

"What did he do?" Anita squeaks, runs to her siblings, and you just blink.

"Who?"

Oh, it's not a secret. You... can guess who she talks about. And Lettie knows it.

"¡Pendejo! You know who. Don't play an owl with me."

Sharp teeth of the future crash into each other. Smile on these lips — sugary sweet from lies. This is not something new. How many people "The Great Hero" of the New War has deceived around the years of the Narmer regime?

"Nothing. Why you-"

She smacks your arm.

"Shut up. Don't want to hear your explanations. His brooding takes its toll on you," she painstakingly cleans her fingers from void-touched blood. From all of them, Eleanor is one who can feel lies, but Leticia is... another deal. She doesn't have the need to hear your thoughts. Magic of doctors, you guess.

It's strange that she cares about you. After all, these six are a team. And the seventh angle doesn't belong in the hexagon, even if it forces itself inside.

But, for Lettie, you let it slide. Hold her palm in yours and blink a little bit slower.

"I take care of that. Promise"

———

You know it — even too much of something good can be poisonous. Like trivia: this body was not ready for the delicious food that they have here, so on one night with beer and Hex you threw up in the bathroom on the second floor. But... Compare this and... your genuine worry for Nightingale seems like a wrong play of komi, where no one could win.

Worse: you remember Umbra. His blind eye and this wordless trust between him and The Operator. This wordless care that travels with them everywhere. How could you not feel envy when this child not only found the way from Zariman 10-0, but even saved the frame that could think without Tenno? Well, now you have protoframes. They joke with you in their bones, and they help you when it becomes unbearable — this world, this time, this loop. So why, when you stretch out your hand only how you can, it turns out... It is too much. Or too little.

And... what even happens in this thick skull of his, when he abruptly leaves a conversation on KIM, then agrees on Amir's play and, after... drowns you in questions?

Broadsword

So what is it? Pity? Or are you stupid as well as crazy?

Broadsword

Stop dodging! Why. Are. You. Still. Here?!

There is a reminiscence of a dull ache from Duviri. Another swing of an axe above the head. Endless swirl of colors. And buzzing in the skull. This body trembles, unable to comprehend all emotions from a feverish mind, and you pull your hand to clean your face from... something. Anything.

How could he even ask this shit? Like you some bystander that already left them after a week of knowing, just to start a new adventure far far away. Like you didn't search abandoned markets for his favorite beer, didn't bring special ammunition to Quincy, didn't practice with Aoi and Amir on the transmission of intel. Just some guest, not important to add in their ranks.

Nidus quietly shrieks when you transfer back to him. It is something of a habit. You can't even feel the exact moment when his broad frame already exits the backroom, too busy with boiling emotions inside your mind (the biggest question there: what if Kid would be able to help them without this mess of emotions. What if Hex liked the Operator more?).

Höllvania Central Mall never sleeps. Especially now, when there are not seven, but many more breathing shadows waiting for the other day to live, so... It is a little bit of awakening — see disbelief and caution in the eyes of bystanders when the form of Nidus makes his way from the second floor to the first in one jump. But still not enough to stop the heavy steps of the infested frame.

He's in his usual spot, crouched between some ammo for his rifle and computer, and Arthur... seems a little bit surprised. Like it wasn't you who he wrote just seconds ago.

Pity. He called your carefully crafted relationships with the Hex "pity." And you, yourself: crazy and stupid.

"You could just-" There is something more behind his dazed expression, some dark undertone, but it is not about him. Not anymore.

"How could you," Nidus freezes like a mannequin in the doorframe. This body constructs itself right against Nightingale; scarred fingers cling to his shoulder to feel something else beside the usual eerie words of KIM-messages and hushed phrases under the sick sky. His brows rise up even more now, "How could you even think of something like that!"

Arthur's lips twitch.

Prince of fire Lodun, in all his ugly glory, paints your mind with blood and red.

"It's bothering me already enough time to just let it slide," his words twist something in the pit of your stomach, and Lodun's voice screeches somewhere around the frontal lobe. He shouldn't say such words to you. It is blasphemy. Lie. His hand rips your own from himself almost like you hurt him, and the scar around the palm that he left you with starts to pulsate, "You walk around the Mall like everything is okay and we're not just some dead meat to your future."

He is poisonous. Some sort of divine punishment for you, as if you didn't suffer enough for years and years of survival. There are no more light jokes, no more strange, vigorous words with the undertone of something bigger. Only a stern glance on this body.

Prince Lodun fist his finger and crack another hole in your mind walls.

Body of the Drifter winces.

"Are you fucking kidding?" teeth clacks. The jaw's strained to its limit. All of this time together, just drained in the sink, "What do you think? That I stayed here just to forget about you all in the next minute?"

He doesn't need to say it aloud. The answer is written on his face already, and it's making Lodun more loud in your mind.

"How many times have you already done that?"

Lodun roars. This head is pounding.

"What?!"

It's unbelievable. He looks at you with such a sardonic expression, as if he knows that you did something so bad that you even can't stand with him in one room, and... you want to go right in his head to fucking show Arthur how terribly wrong he is.

The worst of all: he keeps going.

"It's convenient, isn't it? To play "friends" with people you can just leave behind," his grip tightens, and Arthur steps forward. A little more and it would become a fight.

You hold back. Just a little bit, but the patience in this body already wears itself.

"So that's what's stuck in your head?" You snarl, "Not bad enough, don't you think?" One step to him, and you feel — one more, and you can crash in his metallic chest. Eyes squint, "Make me a villain more, why not? Maybe I should take control of one of you and dispose of everyone else, huh?" Luscinia weeps in the corner of your mind with these harsh words, but you are unable to hear her — spiral of Loduns anger in its all-power captured you. There is something of a hurt in Arthur's face. But you only use his own method on him. It's almost like he didn't think of this — that you could use his friends against him or even make him a bystander in the nonexistent massacre.

"You can," his voice drops lower. Grip tightens even more — soon bones in this body would be broken by his fingers. "So I advise you to stop pretending like we're important to you," Nightingale bends his head, and you can see the hues of his blind eye for the first time, "and put us all out of this misery."

You're tugging this hand away — alas, it's not working, and a wave of dull pain passes through the body. He never thought that it was as hard for you as for them.

Luscinia crying. The Sorrowful Soprano of Duviri weeping like a mother who lost something too precious for her, and with Loduns anger, it's too much to feel in one moment. Your mind makes itself the battleground of the old Tales.

You want to say: maybe you're right.

You want to say: maybe I should just leave things like they are.

But... the Hex already made themselves important for you. So much that you gladly would stay here forever, with this ancient technology and people of the past. The Operator has their people. Why shouldn't you have yours?

You take a deep breath. Close tired eyes.

"If you think that I should go, I'll do it." There is something too heavy in these words, so you can't raise this head anymore, with your gaze a little bit blurry. Not from tears, "You all became too important for me, so if it would be better for Hex, I'll be gone to my time."

You know: without you, they will all be dead in the New Year of 1999. The reactor will blow up, and Arthur will bleed on the floor of the radiated room, near the bodies of Aoi and Amir.

And you can just feel the power of Spiral, to send it all back in January, to start again.

"Don't make yourself a martyr. You can leave when you want."

That's it.

You snap.

"My fucking Sol," you twitch this head, "you are as dense as Razorback," Nightingale becomes a little bit puzzled by the unknown comparison, but you continue, "What should I say? "Sorry, Arthur, I stayed here because I know that without me you all will die." Your voice becomes louder and louder; it breaks in some words, and you feel: the dam was broken, "And I developed feelings for you, and all of this embarrassing flirting was so bad because I had never done it before? You know, because I was trapped all of my youth in an endless loop of my own death, and I didn't even think that I could feel something like that"," his grip finally becomes loose, and you break the palm from him, only to point the finger at Arthur, "Everyone knows about it. I thought that you-"

Wait. You thought that he already knew about your feelings for him — it was so obvious that Eleanor even asked you not to think about her brother on united missions. But... You shut this mouth and looked at Arthur. He's... flagger-basted. No more anger in his eyes, only genuine surprise, and — worst of all — he continues to keep silent.

"Great," you roll this eyes. Fuck it. Maybe he knew, just feelings weren't mutual, and Nightingale didn't acknowledge it, to leave things as they were. But now you spelled it all aloud, and there is only one way to turn it back. Maybe... no. You don't want it.

Sol, you should just go to the backroom and decay in some corner.

You take a deep breath.

"I'll be going to throw up somewhere on the second floor from embarrassment," you transfer back to Nidus, "don't message me," and head towards the escalator.

Worst: he didn't even stop you.

———

Quincy screams in your comm and it's almost unbearable how he just throws a stash of Scaldra supply on the garage floor, just to head back to civilians in the old supermarket without another word to you.

Blew up the tank without care of flying too far away to not be hurt; melted one of the other stashes; almost got Kalymos dead. You've gone more hectic. But it's still better than lying on a couch with nausea and a sorrowful expression (it's still better than nothing — you remind yourself — you still feel something, and it's better than apathy).

Funny: if the Kid could see you, they would be furious. Throwing some tantrum about how such a mindless thing would wreck you, The Drifter, to some pathetic ordinary human. They were always like this: more hard than you, more prideful. They could chew Arthur's words and twist them so much that the man would not be sure what he even wants anymore. But the Operator is too far away. And you are too arrogant to travel back to them. Lotus would calm you down, embrace you in a motherly hold; however... you don't want it right now. One thing that surely helps: killing. Scaldra or Techrot — doesn't matter.

"I'm worried about you," tells Aoi when the sharp talons of Garuda give her a package full of CDs, "I heard your argument with Arthur." She seems a little bit sheepish, but... you know, that you actually can trust her. Of all Hex, Aoi is the most understandable. You can tell her all your worries, and she wouldn't laugh or write off your feelings. "It's hard with him sometimes, but Arthur cares about us all," of course he is, "you included."

You hum. The sound comes a little bit muffled.

"I'm sure." No, you're not, but there is no need to talk about it right now. Aoi squints her eyes in disbelief. "Sorry, Aoi. It's between me and him and i-"

"Drifter," his voice is too loud in Aoi's lair, but you don't turn to Nightingale. Maybe he will disappear if you don't acknowledge his presence. "We need to talk," Morohoshi shows some kind of gesture that you don't recognize, with her big finger pointed out, and she shakes her head, smiling.

If there were only two of you, you'd find a reason to just vanish in the air.

Damn. Why is it harder than killing an archon with a bow?

"Alright," you sign. Garuda turns around to Excalibur and he is already heading somewhere in an unknown destination.

What does he want to say? That he made a decision to stay with you on friendly terms so that you could save Hex's lives? That he'll save them by himself? Good luck with that. You'll still be here, even if he wants to banish you from others, just not in his line of sight. And when clocks turn 23:56 without catastrophe, you'll let them go and transfer yourself back to Loid, to solve problems of Deimos.

It's some sort of warehouse — you've never been here before, and it's strange how music from the hall becomes only disoriented muffles when Arthur closes the door. You stand a little bit farther from him than usual — not to make yourself comfortable here.

Arthur leans on some kind of cabinet.

Heavy silence falls on you two.

And when you think that this was a bad idea — to come here with him — Arthur starts talking.

"You know that all my life I was a military man," he spins that damn sword — Arthur's voice... not so loud. He speaks almost carefully, like his words already were chosen before this talk, and... you don't know what to think about. Emotion without name, without personification in Tales of Duviri, born in a pit of stomach, "and... I think I was ready to leave some things behind," he's not looking at you; his gaze stops on scratches on the floor, "because there was not enough time, or... I didn't try to understand others more."

You gulp. Garuda's scales tremble.

"And I tend to search for enemies where there aren't any." Finally, Arthur looks at you. There is more than tiredness from endless nights; quiet longing, a hint of uncertainty, something... tender.

He sighs.

"And," Arthur chuckles, and you grit your own teeth, thrashing about to step from Garuda or stay in her bones, "I'm not even entirely human. I mean, look at me," he gestures at the metal skin of his body, "not a usual choice of the mass."

Still, it's better to talk face to face. Especially on topics like that, you make a decision in one moment, to reappear beside him in another.

"Arthur," your own voice strained with hoarse hesitation, "you're a good person. You shouldn't talk about yourself like that." There is a hint of a smile in the corner of his lips, and Arthur blinks a little bit slower.

"You're always saying such things that give me hope." Spinning of his blade comes to an end, and the warehouse becomes more... steady. Peaceful.

Nightingale clears his throat.

"Did you mean it?" comes almost in a whisper, "that you have... feelings. For me."

You tear your gaze from him and put it down, not able to look in his eyes. Yes. It is definitely harder than killing an archon.

Fingers dip in the elbows.

"Yes."

Nothing more. Just a short, clear answer to put any misunderstanding behind.

Remarkably, the stomach stops swirling. All of this body became... calm, like all the worries just disappeared with this one word. Even if Arthur doesn't feel the same, you are glad that you two talked about it. Finally, you can open a new page in-

"It's mutual."

What?

You snap this head to him, and, for the first time in an eternity, you see Arthur smiling. Without some undertone in it, without pressure. Just a clear, happy smile on his scarred face, and you even see some little dimples on his cheeks.

And, maybe it's too early and you should wait some time to do such things, but these hands — your hands — reach out to him, to bury your fingers in his hair and press an uncertain but full-of-burning-emotions kiss to his lips.

It's raw — skin to skin, first too gentle to feel something more than the texture of others, but with every passing moment, all of this bottling adoration for him seeps through the motion. And Arthur answers you, laying his metallic palm in the crook of your neck, to deepen the kiss — he opens his mouth, presses you to himself more, to finally give you something that you wanted too long to confess.

In reality, it's still better than in imagination.

When there is not enough air in your lungs, when your shuddered inhale mixes with his own and both of you break away for a moment, you press your forehead to Arthur's, holding onto his shoulder.

"You know," he starts after a moment of silence, with a voice a little bit rough on the edges. You open your eyes and move your head a little bit to look at him once more. Cold fingers start to play with the strands of your hair. "If someone had told me that I would want to kiss someone from the future who trespassed my mind, I think I would kill them," Arthur breathlessly laughing and-

"Sol, you're unbelievable." You smack his shoulder and move to get out from his grip, but Nightingale presses you even more into himself, and you feel how his laughter starts to seep through your bones.

"You're stuck with me now. No refunds, sweets." Arthur pressed a chaste kiss on the crown of your head, and... you hug him, closing your eyes back.

The Harbinger of Joy, Mathilda, smiles for the first time in what feels like eternity.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Sonny boy

Funny Sonny x male reader

You're one of the new guys becoming a member of the Vandals, amd quickly become friends with Sonny.

🚬 🚬 🚬

It had been a week since you had gotten the official yes to join the Vandals. You had shown up at the picnic you caught wind of and disn't waste any time to work for those colors. During the picnic you became friendly with most of the members there, as well as their other new friend Sonny. You learned he had been a friend of the club for a while now, hanging out with them but never changing his colors.

There was a party going on tonight, everyone joined in a ratty home. Beers flowing and pot smoking, campfires that were clearly illegal outside too.

Illegal or now, around said campfire is where you found yourself. Chatting with Sonny who had found you after he had made his rounds inside, and some others who joined and only bragged about the woman they got to bone for their initiation.

"That's all they can talk about. Beer and girls.." A huffed laugh was all you had in you to add, taking a swig from your beer.

"Why dontcha go have your turn? Is your party too." The way Sonny asked it wasn't pressuring, but more of a wonder why. All the others had swarmed inside to go stick their dick in something, but you hadn't.

"Not my type," 'not into girls' was what you wanted to say, but that could lead to problems you didn't want to think about at all. "Besides, not a fan of sharing someone who's been used by god knows how many drunken bikers."

Sonny let out a laugh, a genuine one that warmed you on the inside, as oposed to the fire only warming your knees and the beers you took. "Yeah I get that. Don't wanna end up with yer dick itchin' like hell. Makes riding a hassle."

This time it was your turn to laugh, imagining those guys swerving and barely being abble to ride in a straight line because they're too busy scratching their junk.

Sonny enjoyed listening to you laugh, and decided to make an effort of keeping up the jokes so he could keep enjoying the sounds.

You spent all your time around the fire, rotating whoever joined you for a short while before moving on again. Except you and Sonny, who kept watch over the fire until it was nothing but simmering embers.

"Think I'm heading home for the night. Don't feel like carrying drunks to whoever's couch is closest." You made an effort to get up and put the empty bottles somewhere easy to clean up, Sonny follwing you and heading back inside to do his rounds of goodbyes before heading out too. It was time to head out.

Walking back outside the first thing he noticed was you, pacing by your bike with a hand in your hair.

"For fuck's sake.." There was no way you were going to be able to go home with your bike like this.

"Hey, 'sup? Thought ya were going home." Sonny's voice made you stop your pacing and let out a frustrated groan. As Sonny walked up to you your rant began, angry with whoever took your bike parts and made sure you weren't getting home if you didn't get it fixed.

Normally Sonny would be all for these kind of initiation jokes, but he wasn't feeling it tonight. "Must have been 'cus you didn't bone the lady." He gave you a pat on the shoulder, squeezing it and pulling you along with him. "You good leaving your bike here? I got a motel room closeby, we'll get parts and fix it tomorrow first thing."

You gave his option a thought. His motel was the closest, and asking him to give you a ride home and then go all the way back would take him ages. Plus, he'd have to come get you tomorrow morning anyways to go get your bike fixed.

"If you're sure it won't be a problem." You wanted to jump up and say yes immediately, but you were affraid the enthousiasm might scare him off.

"Come on, roll it to the side over there." Sonny never got less handsy, moving you beside your bike so you could roll it to a more secure place.

Even back at his bike when he got on, his hand found your thigh to stabilize you as you took your seat behind him. "Hold on tight, you know how it goes."

With your hands on him his hands found yours to reposition them before riding off to the motel.

Once you made it inside it was unclear how you were going to be staying here overnight with just one flimsy bed.

Sonny saw you stare and could see the gears turning in your head, quickly moving to reassure you it was fine. He made his way over to the couch that until now had been undiscovered because of the amount of stuff that covered it.

"No way. I'm not letting you sleep on the couch just because I'm here. I'll take it." In your eyes Sonny was already doing a lot for you by taking you here and now he was offering you his bed? In any other way you would have accepted his offer and made the comment of sharing it, but you'd better keep that quiet for now.

Sonny had swiftly gone to clean up the couch and drape himself over it, tossing his jacket aside and stripping down to just his pants and a simple shirt to sleep in, laying down with a satisfied smile.

You didn't have anything on you, so you were sleeping in the shirt you had been wearing all day and probably reeked of beer thanks to the drunkards inside the house, but you were so nose-blind right now you couldn't tell.

Taking off your layers in front of Sonny was a little awkward, but exciting too. You kept your back turned to him, placing your clothes next to the bed before getting under the blanket so you didn't catch Sonny staring at all.

You both slept fine that night and you woke up to Sonny coming back into the room and patting you on the arm to get your attention.

"Morning, got breakfast from across the street. Guessed what you'd like so I hope it's good." Sonny somehow felt bad for you, with your bike taken apart for the initiation bullshit, even while back home he was one of the guys who'd be pulling that shit to the newbies all the time. Why was this different?

"Oh shit, thanks man." You followed Sonny's movements and got your ass out of bed, getting dressed and joining him on the couch for breakfast.

Sonny offered you a cup of black coffee and a bunch of cream and sugar to add to your liking and let you have first pick of the foods he brought. Fuck, why was he so goddamn kind? You were already weak to his charms, but him having to be the absolute sweetest guy too had you almost on your knees.

You shared breakfast in comfortable silence before making your way to Sonny's bike where he had another cigarette while you talked over the plan for your bike.

You headed over to the club to find the parts you were missing and quickly found every piece taken off your bike set aside with the needed tools to place them back.

At least the ones who took it were kind enough to put it up for grabs.

The ride back to the old house was a nice one. A great view and an amazing bikerider to hold on to.

Once you made it back to your bike, Sonny took all the stuff from the satchels and made his way over with you.

Now, you were no mechanic. You knew your basics but were still learning, and Sonny caught onto that quickly. "Lemme show you how to fix this."

The two of you sat down shoulder to shoulder as Sonny talked throigh the steps while he worked, handing you tools and parts to put back yourself as well. Pretty quickly your bike was back to its former glory again, running perfectly.

"Thanks, man. I don't know what to do to repay you. You've been so kind." You didn't know what to do or how to act, you were so happy it was fixed now.

"Neh, you're good. It's what we do, right? Help eachother out." Without a second thought you had lunged forward and grabbed Sonny in a hug, moving without thinking and kissing his cheek in thanks.

Panic set in the second you realized what you did, praying he'd shrug it off as thanks. Meanwhile Sonny's mind ran a mkllion miles a minute, not a bike in the world that was able to keep up with his racing thoughts. Was this why he was so bothered by thr initiation? Why je was suddenly so helpful? When he pulled apart there was a glimpse of looking each other in the eyes, but before you had a chance to register what went through his he had pulled you back in by the back of your head and latched his lips onto yours in a clumsy kiss.

🚬 🚬 🚬

A/N: Writing a male reader again after a while. I hope it comes across properly!!

[i-simp-4-skeletons]

This is my first self insert fanfic with Sans. Warning for tooth rotting fluff and adorable confession. Also shout-out to @derpychocho for some of this one shot's inspiration.

Undertale belongs to Toby Fox.

Enjoy :3

Fandom: Undertale

Ship: OC x canon

Trigger warnings: NONE

Learning about SOULmates changed everything for Kira because it really explained everything. Her soul would beat really fast and always felt like it wanted to run out of her chest any time she was around her best friend, Sans. It was happening more and more as she was now frequently visiting the skelebros’ home. They had even told her she was more than welcome to always drop by and she could call it her home too if she wanted. To be honest, Kira DID feel very much at home there. As Sans would put it, she was one of the only ones who could actually stomach Papyrus’ spaghetti or any of his cooking!

It had been a couple of months since she fell down in the Underground, but before that, she never knew the stories about the monsters could be true. Also, it didn't take her long to warm up to everyone here and even make some friends here.

As she heard the snow crunching below her as she walked, Kira’s thoughts were interrupted as she put her hand up to knock on that ever-so-familiar door. She could hear the doorknob turn and there standing there was the taller but younger one of the two skeleton brothers, Papyrus.

“HELLO AGAIN, HUMAN! WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE TODAY?”

“I-I wanted to know if Sans was home, I'd like to talk about something with him.”

She stood at the doorway while he quickly walked over somewhere, and she could've sworn she heard something crash too. He had always been a hyperactive, goofy guy who had a good heart but he was also one of those you wouldn't want to give any coffee to because the whole world would probably implode on itself. Soon enough, Papyrus was back at the door.

“THAT LAZYBONES IS SLEEPING AGAIN! IT'S BAD ENOUGH HE ALWAYS NAPS AT NIGHT!”

“I could go wake him up since I am the one who needs to talk.”

“VERY WELL THEN! ALSO, IF YOU DO TALK TO HIM, PLEASE TELL HIM TO PICK UP HIS SOCK AND FEED HIS PET ROCK!”

Kira giggled for a little bit before saying “Will do.”

She felt it again, her soul was pounding harder and almost felt like it would break free and run the more she inched closer and closer to Sans’ room upstairs. She gently knocked on his door and asked, “Sans, are you in there? C-could we talk alone?”

Opening the door and peeking inside, she could see him slowly move a bit. As she quietly walked in, she gently nudged him as he finally woke up. Her soul was pounding even more being right by him.

“Sans, could I talk to you about something?” She nervously asked.

“sure, what's up?”

“Um… how do I say this? I'm curious if you've ever, uh… done research on how SOULmates work down here?”

He was a little surprised that she asked something like this but he was happy to discuss it.

“well, yeah, i have, was there a SOLE purpose for that question?”

She was giggling at the pun but her hands were clutching her chest as if trying to calm her soul down and she felt a little blush painting her cheeks.

“you ok there?”

“Y-yeah! I-it’s just a really funny joke! But, I actually do have a specific question about the SOULmate stuff.”

“ask away.”

“Is it normal for someone's soul to start pounding really fast around someone? Like, when they're near their SOULmate, their soul starts pounding really fast and almost wants to run to the other's soul?”

Sans froze for a second and Kira looked a little embarrassed. Welp, looks like the cat was out of the bag. He remembered when she first fell down here and had a strange sense of deja vu, almost as if seeing an old friend; then he saw how she warmed up to everyone and was kind and loving to them. It hit him and he too noticed his soul would be acting the same way around her. They were the ones who became best friends very quickly and they loved to do everything together.

“Sans? Are you alright?”

“i think i know what's going on here.”

Her cheeks turned a light pink again and then she muttered something. I love you.

“say that again?”

“Alright, alright, it's just… ever since I fell down here and was doing everything with you as my best friend, I think I've FALLEN again—I love you and I wanna be with you forever, would you wanna go—”

Her words were interrupted when she felt a soft mittened hand gently touch her cheek.

This couldn't be real, could it? She was waiting for someone to pinch her, waiting to wake up from this. But it was most certainly real.

His face was literally so close to hers and it happened so suddenly. His smile was pressed to her lips and she instinctively leaned in to gently cup his skull and kissed him. SHE WAS KISSING SANS! Oh my stars… She thought to herself. They pulled away, Kira catching her breath finally.

“this may be CHEESY, but i think you're GRATE”

Laughter erupted from the room before she said “Shut uuuup, Sansy!” and kissed him again while giving him the biggest hug she'd probably ever given him. His jacket always felt so warm and cuddly to her and it felt like home to her with the faint smells of snow and ketchup. That was Sans alright. Their moment was interrupted with shouting from downstairs.

“SANS!! WHERE ARE YOU AND THE HUMAN?! IT'S BEEN AN HOUR AND NOW DINNER'S READY!”

“we'd better get going down there, my brother's waiting for us.”

She slightly pouted for a bit until he continued.

“but, hey, papyrus is gonna be training with undyne again later today and we can have the house to ourselves for the whole night, would you care to stay over?”

“Oh, absolutely!” She said, her face beaming with delight.

[normallosers]

One of my favorites (is my number 1 actually) plave combos is nyangnyangz, they're so chaotic that somehow brings me comfort and so much joy it's unbearable lol.

Honestly of all the dynamics inside plave, it's my favorite cause it's really notorious the difference in the ages, and despite Haminie being done with Noah at times, you can see the endearment in the interactions they have.

Noah is such a tease, he likes to mock him, he's always like 👀, waiting for the perfect moment to say something funny "attacking" Hamin (and anyone actually), cause he's the comedy kind, if I have to call that someway, but being honest, that is his love language, I can bet on that.

And I find really cute Hamin's reactions, sometime he's ready to respond. Sometimes he's just perplexed, and I'm sure Noah and I love that, but what i love the most is seeing him mad, is so funny, cause he can't actually be angry for long and he ends up laughing about the ridiculous situation lol.

And the cleverness of Noah to gaslight him, is just- He thinks too fast. Well... Probably because he just believe what he is saying idk, he gaslights himself too I guess, and since he's "always right ", it's fine for him lol.

Moving on, Thanks to Noah we have Hamin, and they said it was really easy for them to feel comfortable with each other, and it was a bond they made that felt really special. For Hamin it was really something like meaningful, he trust him enough for joining and give another go to his dream, like he said that time when they read the letters they wrote for they're future selfs, he thought for sometime that he has to quit his dream, but Noah give him a new chance, so he's always thankful.

And Noah has said that for him, it was easy to take a liking of Hamin and get fond of him. He was always around, following him and being cute, we all know how adorable he can be, and ofc since then, they became even closer, the development of their friendship is quite notorious.

Hamin knows what makes Noah laugh, sometimes nonsense or his more complex jokes, just by looking at each other they know if they're lying, the dynamic can seem to be made off teasing, and find something funny bout the other, but actually that's too shallow.

Its foundation actually consists in support, trust, been there for each other and the understanding that the actions of the other are more a part of a personality trait than an action with an specific intention (a bad one i mean). It's more like laughing together, singing, dancing, give in for the sake of the content lol, matching each other freak, give side eyes, and asking for compliments.

Something I really love is that dynamic Hamin did on kakaotalk of telling the members he was kinda feeling down, just to see reactions, how they would manage the situation, and why not, if they are an emotional support. And even when Noah's answer was the last response, to me was really meaningful, maybe he didn't say too much but it was something that showed concern and wanted him to know that he was supported.

(For obvious reasons I'm not gonna talk bout Yejunie's one, but his message was what everyone deserves to hear in that situation, he's an angel, I love that man so much, but this is not about him lol)

Now, on that message, trying to remembering correctly... He said to Hamin that he didn't have to go through that alone, he could tell him, cause he will be by his side always and since the moment they were Plave they became a family. I'm sobbing, sorry 🥹

So yeah, I love both of them separately, but as nyangnyangz is just a different vibe 🙂‍↕️❤️, together they just give me that cute vibes of feeling super comfortable with someone, that you can be you, the situation when, you know them too well and you kinda need to throw shady comments even when you love them for what they do to you hahaha, or out them for the content sake idk, to me they're too precious cause they're dummies 😂

I'm stopping now cause I could be here forever, but neither of us would want that lol, so yeah. Thanks Noah, for bringing Hamin to Plave, thanks Hamin for befriend Noah Lol 🙂‍↕️

[dattosdan]

Something people never mention:

Pshh, hey you... Look at these screen caps i took.

Notice something? He said, "GOD" Then paused, and finished his expression of frustration with, "DAMMIT".

So, you might be wondering, what am I getting at here? Well, you see... He said, GOD dammit, and it occurred to me...

How does darkner know of the concept of God? How would they even find out that information? Now there are plenty of darkners who know bits and pieces of knowledge about the dark world, this is to be expected as they are actually objects, and when they became sentient, perhaps they carried knowledge of what they're object form overheard to they're new body.

But like... The town doesn't HAVE a god, they're religion is based off an angel, so i doubt there would really be any conversation involving God that a random card in a school supply closet could overhear.

This doesn't mean i don't think the deltarune world doesn't have the concept of God, it's a whole world, there's probably some other religions around the world, but that the town of deltarune SPECIFICALLY, wouldn't be a town where a mere card could learn of such a concept.

To me, this means one of five things:

Perhaps, although there is an angel at the heart of the towns religion, there is perhaps a god aswell, after all, angels an gods are connected, but this would bring into question would the higher form of power, the god, is not worshipped instead of the angel. Maybe the god is evil or something, or maybe the person who created the religion only knew of the existence of the angel and not the god who could've created it.

Darkners have more knowledge then what they just hear, allthough it is logical that they would only know what they're object forms heard or witnessed, perhaps they have other random knowledge as well, certain npc's like the bosses of each chapter, jevil, and sean, know more knowledge then you would expect them to, so perhaps they are just born with this knowledge inside of them, although people like queen still don't know about the roaring, despite the fact that you would think someone like her would, so this knowledge is pretty inconsistent.

Perhaps he knows about is, due to his knowledge as a retainer to a king, kings are appointed as such by God some would posit, so perhaps as a card darkner, he is just aware of such beings.

Maybe Rouxls is just fricking weird, dude is hella sus so it wouldn't surprise me if he had knowledge like that for actually unknown reasons.

Toby just thought it would be funny and didnt think about it too hard, this is probably the most likely one, (Insert joke about utdr theorists overthinking the games), not everything has answers, toby is just a regular dude, and expecting everything he puts into the game to have meaning and nuance is an unrealistic standard

Let me know what your thoughts on it are, have any other explanations about how rouxls know this? Agree with one of my theories? Found a counterpoint or piece of evidence or something I'm missing? Let me know, reblog, comment, all that stuff.

[lakesparkles]

Guilt (chapter 1 - bjhm fanfiction)

Actually, I'll share two fanfics today since they're for totally different fandoms.

This one is very, VERY self indulgent. I wrote it mostly for myself, but I think there is no problem showing it to other people.

It's all about my AU that Mr Peanutbutter dates both Diane and Guy. I started shipping this not seriously, but now I love them for real. It'll be three chapters long in total, I already finished everything.

Once again, sorry for any mistakes: not only because English is not my first language, but also... I probably got something wrong about Texas or the movies mentioned. And here's something I drew for it:

You can read it on this google doc or under the cut: (5662 words)

Chapter 1 - Guilt

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Upon meeting Mr Peanutbutter after years, Diane tries to get used to a familiar feeling.

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 Honestly, Diane was used to the guilt.

 She used to joke that it was something that had haunted her since she was five, but no one thought that joke was funny. Well, they just didn't understand it, she thought.

  Sometimes she would be sitting at the kitchen table and the feeling would run over her like a truck. The old bitter guilt. She didn't know what she had done wrong though, that didn't stop the feeling from continuing to plague her throughout her life.

  When she was at Boston University, she'd overhear conversations from her deer classmates, who had their own number of inside jokes. They laughed and talked about their "freeze" instinct: something about prey and evolution. Diane might not be a deer, but she related to it in a strange way, and it was not surprising to learn that humans were once hunted too.

 Part of that remained deep in her brain and now expressed itself in the form of guilt. Walking the streets, it was as if she needed to run away, while at the same time she couldn't move a muscle. She felt in danger. Everyone hated her. She had done something wrong.

 But what?

 Having something to feel truly guilty about didn't help, however. All those years had never taught her to get used to the feeling, so it only got twice as bad. Until later. Aside from the unfounded fear, it was like she was being haunted every second of her life.

 She and Guy passed a palm tree on the way to the pharmacy. He had his arm around her neck when he asked "Feeling like LA again?" and that was enough to unlock all the memories she was trying to repress. She laughed as she answered, but the guilt had already set in.

 Pickles had recently been hired as a television show host (along with her new boyfriend. Was he her boyfriend? Diane didn't know that singer, even though he seemed famous). Pickles looked happy, with her tongue hanging out and tail wagging like before.... before she met Diane. Guy surreptitiously switched channels when Diane became static, perhaps already understanding her unspoken feelings.

 It was something she should just get used to….Probably.

 It was expected of her.

 What she didn't expect was to have a new constant reason for guilt.

 "If it isn't my favorite girl on this planet!!"

 She heard him before she even saw him. She barely had time to react before being wrapped in a tight hug, even needing to take a few steps back to keep her balance. Such contact continued for a few seconds, Diane not knowing what to do with her arms and uncomfortably wrapping them around his waist.

 When they separated, Diane had the opportunity to actually observe him. Mr Peanutbutter was staring at her, his brown eyes half closed by the smile that wouldn't leave his face. He looked exactly like he always did. Except not. She was well aware of the resistance that the other had for aging... Or rather, showing it. However, now it was as if he was finally accepting, his fur - naturally extreme yellow - becoming lighter. The region near his muzzle had been the most affected, several white hairs framing the nose. The tips of his ears also had the messiest short hairs, almost lightening too.

Only then did Diane realize that Mr. Peanutbutter was speaking to her:

 "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre made it look so different! Here it's kinda... Cold? And look at the buildings! It wasn't quite what I was expecting."

 "If your Texas home base is The Texas Chainsaw Massacre... You're sure to be blown away! Come on, California is right next door, it's impossible that you haven't been to Houston at least once" Diane tried hard to pretend that she understood what he was saying and that she hadn't been distracted during the whole beginning, but she didn't manage to avoid interrupting herself to say: “... You seem so different, Mr Peanutbutter.”

 As always, it was difficult to translate her thoughts into words, however, that didn't stop the other from giving her a small smile:

 "I've been to Houston several times, just never this early and... Here" He seemed slightly shyer while answering, lifting his shoulders and tilting his head.

 "Never been here outside of a plane or car, is what you mean."

 "You seem different too, Diane."

 The uncomfortable silence that fell between the two of them almost worried her. Maybe that's where it started: the guilt. The way he looked at her, his eyes practically glowing, disguising something she didn't understand.

Fortunately, this moment was broken by Mr Peanutbutter's inability to remain silent for more than 20 seconds:

 "Let's get going!?" Without even waiting for an answer, he tightened his hand around the suitcase that was beside him, dragging it when he started walking. "I can't wait to see everything here! Where is Starbucks? Ah, my hotel too! What's in all those skyscrapers? I still can't get over that part!"

 "Wow.... You and Guy are going to get along so well. He loves going out and just looking at the buildings. It's his ideal date idea” Diane smiled as she remembered how many times he'd taken her down those exact same streets, only to see the same buildings that looked exactly the same.

  "Oh, Guy!" Mr Peanutbutter dramatically dropped his body weight, letting his head fall back. "You have no idea how much I look forward to meeting the man who stole my best friend's heart!"

 His sincerity brought a smile to Diane's lips. She looked away and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she concluded:

 "I'm excited too."

When she got the message from her ex-husband a week ago, she genuinely thought the whole situation was going to be a little awkward. According to himself, he had just joined a new project - "but the contract doesn't let me tell anyone yet", he said before giving several details about the film - which would have its beginning shot exactly in Houston. It seemed like he was just commenting on the coincidence with her, but the truth was, the two of them rarely texted each other those days. Diane quickly read between the lines, innocently saying they could meet so she could introduce him to the city and... Well, she still thought it would be uncomfortable.

 However, now she and Mr. Peanutbutter were crossing the street, the sun passing through the buildings and leaving everything with that slightly cold and comfortable color of the beginning of a day. They talked and laughed, updating each other on the last few years - Mr Peanutbutter would talk about how amazing it was to share the mansion with BoJack; Diane would talk about her new home; Guy and Sonny; her book series; and how well she was doing. The two apparently haven't lost the connection they once had. She almost forgot how easy it was to talk to him, and at that moment, it was as if they hadn't seen each other for just a few days. Maybe they didn't seem as different as they thought.

 When the guilt found its usual place inside her chest, Diane knew the feeling was there to stay.

•∆•

 She was wrong again and it didn't make anything any better.

 They found Guy nearly an hour and a half later, which was when he was free for the rest of Saturday. Part of her thought it would also be a bad idea to introduce her ex-husband to her current one… For obvious reasons. She was afraid of making Guy insecure or Mr. Peanutbutter sad. It had taken her many, many months to just open up to her husband about how her old relationship had been like. Something about it all just didn't fit in her head, like there was something wrong.

 But there she was, Diane fooled again, unable to read a situation well!

 And there were Guy and Mr. Peanutbutter, walking as if they already knew each other, talking and pointing at the damn skyscrapers. Guy put his arm around Diane's waist, keeping her close. Mr Peanutbutter was wagging his tail and gesticulating with his free from the suitcase hand, completely at ease.

 None of that made the situation any better, like she said. Of course. The guilt doubled and commanded her to flee…or to freeze. Whichever came first.

 All those years of therapy never made the bad feelings and insecurities stop. But they helped her to control herself and to smile as if she had nothing wrong with her.

 She suspected she'd learned that herself, though.

 "Hm, I think it's here! It looks like the photo" Mr Peanutbutter muttered as they arrived at a specific building. Diane craned her neck so she could see the cell phone the dog was holding, comparing the photo with the view in front of her. Both looked like a slightly old-fashioned mansion, with details carved into their mostly white structure.

 "It's on the same street as the website, that's it" She confirmed, still moving her gaze from the hotel to the photo and vice versa.

 "I didn't know this was a hotel" Guy commented by raising an eyebrow. "I thought it was one of those haunted mansions they have all over town and nobody talks about, for some reason.

 "I know, right!? "Mr Peanubutter's ears pricked up. "Inside? One of the most beautiful places I've ever seen, check it out! But on the outside, I feel like I'm about to enter a sequel to The Shining!

 "Why are you making so many references to horror movies today?" Diane couldn't help but ask.

 "Ah, I thought it would be good to open horizons for genres that I didn't used to watch that much and I'm actually enjoying it?"

 Damn it! She regretted the question, her mind framing the next few seconds an instant before they happened.

 "That's great, Mr Peanutbutter!" Guy could barely contain his excitement. "I'm a horror movie lover myself, I used to collect DVDs when I was younger!"

 "Have you watched Nosferatu of 1922? Do you believe that no streaming has this movie? I looked everywhere and! I! Can't! Find! It!"

 "Are you kidding? My father gave me a copy for one of my birthdays. I have it at home!"

 "Really?"

 "Do you want to stop by tonight so we can watch it? Yeah, I think that's a good idea!"

 "Can I really have the honor of visiting your home now? Wow, I would love to."

 "What? Of course! Having a Hollywoob star in my house has always been a personal dream of mine, y'know?"

 Automatically, they both started to stare at Diane, as if waiting for a confirmation. Her already tight heart sped up, leaving her confused about what to feel. Part of her was dying to know what would happen. The other, more sensible one, knew it was a recipe for disaster and guilt. She was never one for superstition, however, this one came almost as an omen. Would it be worse if everything went right or wrong? Which one would make her feel less like crap?

 They expected an answer.

 Diane almost froze in the middle of her trillion thoughts.

 She wanted to run away. But of course Diane would run. It was what the old Diane always did.

 That's why she replied:

 "After 08:00 pm I'm free!"

 Mr Peanutbutter's tail didn't stop wagging after that. Not even when they said goodbye and he walked into his haunted hotel. Diane let out her breath, but the tension remained. She still didn't know why.

 Guy smiled and gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek, putting his arm around her neck to guide her back to the walk:

 "I have to admit, babe, you have good taste in men!"

 "You're flirting with my ex-husband... Is that what's going on?" Diane opened a sarcastic smile, making it clear that she was not serious.

 "What? None of that! I'm flirting with myself!"

 It made Diane laugh and feel lighter. She surreptitiously hugged Guy closer, as he always managed to make her feel better.

 The problem was herself.

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 "Hm, how was your mansion there in California?" Guy asked as if he didn't want anything. He always used this same tactic when he wanted to know more about her old life, since Diane hardly liked to talk about that time. Something about bad memories and guilt, y'know?

 She looked up from her laptop to him, who was sitting on the couch parallel to hers. Guy only watched TV before that, beer bottle in hand. Now he was looking at her with that small smile and twinkling eyes, probably trying to win her over for an answer.

 Diane sighed, as he had succeeded:

 "I didn't just live in mansions there. First I lived in a small and dirty apartment... Then in the mansion! So I went to another small, dirty apartment."

 "Yeah, I more or less remember that part."

 "Hmmm it was weird. But I liked it."

 "The small and dirty apartments or the mansion?"

 "The mansion."

 Yeah, it was true. On a certain level it was. One of the problems Diane had to deal with all her life was getting used to change. Even the little ones bothered her. So it was possible to imagine how, suddenly, living in a house seven times the size of the previous one - with a celebrity - had affected her. Diane could barely feel at ease. It was like she was an invader, far away from her natural habitat. She found the mansion too big and too empty, realizing how there weren't enough people for that space. It was just Mr. Peanutbutter, Diane, and various things that didn't belong to her. She usually got lost all the way to the kitchen and didn't know how to get back to her room.

 Part of her was afraid she would never get used to it at all.

 However, Mr Peanutbutter was the part that made her resist a little longer. The dog handled everything in a calm and even humorous way, waiting for her to get used to it in her own time. He came looking in the middle of the night when she took too long, lost... but that's how she found the roof. Unlike everything else in the house, this one became her place. She could breathe or smoke, taking time to herself. Mr Peanutbutter joked that she must have had several cats as her ancestors, as she just loved to be up high and watch the stars.

 It was one of the only things Mr Peanutbutter automatically understood about her, always leaving her alone when she went up there.

 Looking at the situation with the brain she had now, she could understand her ex-husband a little more. Maybe his fear of her just giving up on him had been there since that beginning. It gave new meaning to jokes and patience from him, internally nervous that she might never fit in. In this she could empathize, even though she already knew how it all ended.

 Despite all the initial problems, Diane was amused to think how seeing the place as home slowly dawned on her. She would come home from work exhausted, automatically kicking off her boots in the entryway and heading straight for the sofa, where Mr. Peanutbutter was waiting for her and they would both watch a movie until they fell asleep, Diane laying her head on his lap to receive caress. Her things were spread around the house, her laptop and books were the common things to find on top of the tables. They turned a room into her office. Even though most of it still obviously belonged to Mr Peanutbutter - like all the decor, furniture and dog toys - he also printed several pictures he took of her, plastered on the walls right next to his.

 That house became as much of Diane's as she allowed at the moment, and she was grateful for that. She was sure there were plenty of uncomfortable and bad moments in there, but the trick of nostalgia was to make the good ones the first to pop into her mind.

 Oh, if only she could explain all these feelings to Guy...

 "It was similar to when I first started living with you, I guess" then Diane shrugged, trying the best way she could find. "It was kind of uncomfortable... But I wanted to get used to it, so I did!"

 "Yeah, I remember," Guy chuckled, already getting ready to get up from the couch. "Don't get me wrong, honey, but it really took a little while for you to get used to it."

 "I'm like that with everything."

 She had her suspicions that this was a bit of a touchy subject for Guy. When they started living together, he constantly corrected her every time she called their home "his house". They had that same conversation several times, Diane not liking how much it reminded her of her life with Mr. Peanutbutter and becoming even more reluctant.

The environment she lived in Chicago, despite the extreme cold, was comfortable in an easy way that her mind was not prepared for. Guy's house was a lot bigger than her dirty apartments, but definitely smaller than the mansion in Los Angeles. Diane was a particular fan of the kitchen: something between the dark window, the plants and the decor made her feel at ease there. She used to bring her laptop so she could write on that table, finding it amusing how the closest thing she ever had to a home was actually a kitchen.

 Until Houston happened.

 She had to let go of her comfort zone, because she really wanted things to work out this time... I mean, she already believed that it had already worked out with Guy. He never failed to make her feel comfortable and safe, even in the small things. So she allowed him to make this new house her home too. Diane's office was one of the first rooms they planned. She even picked out some furniture and made suggestions for the decor. Anyone who entered there could see the mixture of both.

 Even now she couldn't help but glance at the various framed portraits they kept in the room, with all of Guy's family included… Diane being present in most of them. She was surprised by how happy she looked in the photos. And she was even more surprised at how genuine it was.

 She wondered if the old Diane would be proud of how much she had changed.

 "What does Mr Peanutbutter like to eat? Do you remember?" That's what Guy asked as he stood up, stretching with will and finishing drinking the rest of the beer. "To tell you the truth, I'm never sure what people eat watching a movie."

 "Popcorn is too obvious as an answer" Diane replied, taking the question more seriously than she realized. "I think another kind of snack would be better... Do we still have Doritos?

 "I'm going to the kitchen to check" He took a few steps forward, but stopped to continue. "Soda or beer? I vote for beer!

 "Of course you do... Two votes then."

 "Excellent! Do you think he'll like Kit Cat?"

 "Guy...."

 "Oh, right. Chocolate. Dog. I forgot."

 As Guy walked through the doorway into the hall, Diane closed her laptop with her fingertips and took a deep breath.

 She would be all right!

 Why wouldn't she?

 Yes, she would!

 No worries.

 Stop thinking about it, Diane.

 Diane, stop!

 After checking that it was half an hour before 8:00 pm, she realized that she wasn't sure what to do. She took a quick look at the outfit she was wearing: her signature pink sweatpants and a pale yellow tank top. She even thought about wearing something more formal, but she couldn't feel the need when it came to Mr. Peanutbutter. He was more than used to seeing her for years at any time of the day and in all kinds of clothes... often without any at all.

 Diane, what's your problem!?

 She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and walked into the kitchen then. Unfortunately, Guy was already doing pretty well on his own, expending all his skills to get Doritos and Ruffles into the bowls in an orderly fashion. She knew he knew all about his old, expensive beers and she couldn't wait to hear him explain about it when Mr. Peanutbutter arrived.

 She walked around the house. She did nothing. She glanced at the watch several times and consequently made time pass even more slowly.

 In the end, she and Guy ended up in the same place they started, only difference being them sharing the same couch.

 To avoid an extreme urge to grab a Doritos too soon - and just wanting to stop thinking -, she settled her head on Guy's shoulder and let his fingers in her hair lighten her body. It had worked so well that she jumped when she heard the doorbell ring.

 It was exactly 08:00 pm and come on, Mr Peanutbutter was still so punctual? She figured she still had a few minutes to prepare, or that she'd accidentally sent him the wrong address... Or that he just wasn't going to come.

 Would she even rather he hadn't come? Her anxiety said yes. She, in fact, did not. One thing she also learned was that she could hardly lie to herself for very long. If something made her heart beat as hard as it did now, it could only mean that she cared.

 She only moved when inevitably she had to pull her head away from Guy's shoulder, who decided to go answer the door, since his wife had stopped working. Diane got up right after him, even so, just standing in front of the couch like a game NPC.

 You're not like that, Diane!

 What is wrong?

 Are you 12 years old by any chance?

 Getting nervous about seeing your ex-husband?

 About seeing Mr Peanutbutter?

 She thought time would make things easier, however, it had been the opposite.

 She snapped back to reality as soon as Guy opened the door, her brain still not used to seeing him and Mr. Peanutbutter interacting so naturally. Stepping back, Guy allowed the dog to enter at last.

  Mr Peanutbutter was dressed as he had been earlier - his usual: V-neck shirt and sweatpants. The only change was that now he was also wearing a colorful blue coat, which indicated that it must've been colder outside than inside, judging that it had already gotten dark.

 "Hi, Diane, hi!" He waved with one hand, and only then did she notice that his other arm was occupied by a package he was holding. It was a... plant? Mr Peanutbutter followed her gaze. "To say thank you, I brought this! It's not much, but Diane told me that you like plants and that you had some at home.” He had turned to Guy when he said that last part.

 "Serious? Oh! Thank you!" Guy finished locking the door and opened a smile. "They're in the kitchen... This one will fit well, it's so beautiful!"

 "It's a... It's a, what's it called? No, wait, I decorated it. Aglaonema! I have no idea what it means, but I also thought it was beautiful. It is kinda pink!"

 Diane barely paid attention to what was being said, her mind still stuck on the dog's first line.

 "Did you remember me saying that?" She tilted her head. "Who are you and what did you do with Mr. Peanutbutter!?"

 Obviously she'd said it as a joke but, as soon as the words left her mouth…she realized she just sounded cruel. Mr Peanutbutter gripped the potted plant a little tighter, laughing awkwardly. Even Guy stared at her with an enigmatic expression - but that couldn't mean any good.

 "It's beautiful, Mr Peanutbutter, thank you very much!" Diane concluded this way, trying to undo her mistake.

 Fortunately, the dog's attention quickly shifted elsewhere:

 "Beautiful is this house of yours! Did I just walk into the Devil Wears Prada? Because this decoration is worthy of an award!"

 Diane had never watched this film before and imagined he hadn't either... But she appreciated his effort to improvise.

 "The place is not very big, but it makes up for it in beauty" Guy shrugged, already starting to walk closer to the sofa, where Diane was still. "I always wanted to own a house with brick walls, and our room has a balcony!"

 "Ohhhhh" Mr Peanutbutter was wagging his tail from side to side, his gaze moving to every inch of the living room.

 Diane pretended not to notice how much he paid attention to the paintings—it was her favorite part there, too.

  The rest of the night passed in a blur as her brain could barely focus on anything. It was one of those days she just... wasn't there. She was nowhere to be found. The three went to the sofa, talked a little. Mr Peanutbutter still had a lot of questions and ended up learning the bare minimum of their relationship. Diane even responded, telling and reminiscing - with a warm heart - of her early days with Guy. Everything seemed so peaceful. So right. She just wanted her mind to be there as much as she was.

 The fact that they were watching a black and white movie about a bat didn't help either, she had to admit. It was nearly impossible to get her attention, her view flickering between Mr. Peanutbutter and Guy, watching them eat and comment on the movie.

 Yeah, part of her was right. Interacting with the two of them was really strange.

 Or was it weird just how it wasn't weird?

 Did she want it to be weird?

 Did she want everything to go wrong and have a real reason for guilt?

 That way, without nothing, she knew the problem was only her.

 Diane sighed. She got a Doritos. She rested her head on the couch.

 Maybe she was just nervous about how nostalgic the situation was.  Unconsciously, he remembered all the movie nights he had spent there in California. She ended up falling asleep every time, it was an inside joke between the two: how much she never managed to finish a single movie. She only regained consciousness when she felt Mr Peanutbutter lifting her off the couch, calmly carrying her to the bed and holding her until he fell asleep too.

 At the same time, the first few days in their new home in Houston came to mind. Guy was proud of how big the new TV was, and Diane couldn't resist staying up late watching anything with him. She never cared what they watched, just lying in his lap and enjoying the feeling of him stroking her hair. The room had a huge window, every now and then Diane would turn her head and peek through, oddly reflecting how pleased she was with her new life.

 The mix between these two good memories, however, only made her feel bad.

 What did her mind mean by that? What are you thinking, Diane?

 She got another Doritos. Mr Peanutbutter laughed out loud at something Guy had mentioned. That sight made Diane smile.

•∆•

 The house without Mr. Peanutbutter felt silent and empty now, even though he'd only been there for one night.

 Diane put the water bottle in the fridge, her thousand thoughts exhausting her and leaving her thinking, in the end, of nothing.

 She just wanted to go to sleep.

 Fortunately, she could hear Guy going to bed in the next room. All she wanted the most was to stay beside him, bury her face in his fur and realize that everything was still okay. Everything would be fine. It was something Guy was good at doing, as if his presence brought comfort in any possible situation. She knew that was one of the reasons she was so much better today, even if she didn't want to take credit for herself either.

 She slowly opened the door to her room, closing it behind her. Diane didn't think much. Thinking would only make her regret it before she even did anything. So instead, she approached the bed with light steps, sneaking under the covers until she was close enough to Guy. This one barely had time to turn to her, Diane burying her face in the back of his neck right away. So he just relaxed, allowing her to envelop him in a warm, tight hug.

 "Have I told you that I love you very, very much and that I appreciate every second I spend with you?" Diane murmured quickly, having some difficulty with how much her voice was muffled by all that fur he had.

 "Well, you used to demonstrate that quite often, yes" Guy nodded, his voice already coming out lazy from sleep. "I really love you, too but... Any other reason for this all of a sudden?"

 "What is this relationship that I can no longer spontaneously declare myself to my own husband?"

 "I never said you couldn't!"

 Diane sighed, realizing that she couldn't hide behind jokes anymore—which, apparently, only she understood as jokes:

 "You had every reason in the world not to agree with any of this. Thank you for taking such good care of him and being so nice... Mr Peanutbutter is not a bad person."

 "Is it this!? I know he's not! I was nice because I genuinely liked him."

 Diane sank deeper into the nape of his neck, planting a small kiss there:

 "You handled it a lot better than I could."

 "It wasn't difficult," Guy laughed, half sarcastic, half serious. "Do I look like someone insecure to you?"

 "Ehrrrrr..."

 "You can't use anything I said when drunk as an argument!"

  "Hmmmmm...."

  "Or anything I said after 11:00 pm!"

  "Okay, I'll let you win this time."

  "I trust you."

 Abruptly, Guy shifted, the sudden movement causing Diane to let out a quick, thin scream. It turned into a laugh when it was his turn to pull her into a hug, placing several kisses scattered across her face.

 "You're drooling on me!” Diane pretended to complain, her humorous tone betraying her speech.

 "Stop being so attractive and irresistible then!"

 This took them to kiss each other for a few minutes, until sleep reached both of them and Guy ended up lying with his back on the bed - from living together, she knew that was the most comfortable position for him, since his horns always complicated everything.

 Diane felt his breath. She had her head resting on his chest, which went down and up. She was quite relaxing. Diane almost felt relaxed. It was one of those moments when she loved another person so much that her body felt numb.

 Guy was one of the best things that had ever happened to her.

 That she could never deny, the guilt being there or not.

 Damn it!

 She had almost forgotten!

 Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

 No... She wouldn't blame herself. It was a loop that the old Diane was more than used to. None of it would work or make her better, no matter how angry she felt at her own feelings.

 So she focused on Guy once more. It could be cheesy, but he was her safe haven most of the time. Even almost asleep, he ran his fingers through her hair, comforting her.

 Diane smiled at it.

 She woke up earlier than usual the next morning. To her it was always like that, either too late or too soon.

 The blanket was more on the floor than on her body, and Guy had let go of her in the middle of the night, now facing the wall, his back to her. Diane yawned and it took a few more minutes for her to become truly conscious, her mind being in that strange state where no thoughts made sense, reality blending in with the rest of the dream. As her husband was a nerd for that sort of thing, - okay, she was also a little - she knew that middle ground was called the Twilight Zone.

 Another yawn escaped her as she reached for her cell phone on top of the cupboard, unplugging it from the charger.

 She was grateful that she was still so groggy when she noticed that she had a new message.

 It was from Mr Peanutbutter.

 She clicked before she even had time to think. She knew exactly the way the dog wrote, full of emojis and exclamation points.

 However, this time there were only a few lines of text:

  "Good morning, sunshine! Thank you for yesterday, I loved coming to your house

   I have to admit I was nervous about things getting awkward between us."

 What the fuck did he mean by that?

 Damn Twilight Zone and its power to make her so dumb and slow!

 Diane yawned yet again. She realized that she did this when she wanted to pretend she wasn’t nervous. She then went back to bed, trying to sleep again.

 She already missed when all she felt was just guilt. Not this other feeling that she was also quite used to.

(NOTE: Over the last few weeks, I've been slowly rediscovering my love for writing. It's been comforting!

 This was initially supposed to be a oneshot, but it would be huge so I thought it’s best to separate it into smaller chapters,,, in my head, there will be 3! But you never know when it comes to me.

 Oddly my favorite part so far is writing Guy's lines, I have so much love for him inside of me)

[kaycode1999]

hiii i hope this ask finds you well. one of your "match me" posts graced my dashboard and now i'm so so so curious about what bsd and/or jjk character you would match me with ...

i'm 20, nonbinary (they/he) and i'm attracted to men (i just call myself gay for simplicity's sake). i'm an INFP but i'm chronically masquerading as an extrovert. people have told i have superb people skills but little do they know i'm literally just masking 24/7 and chameleon-ing myself to fit whatever social situation i find myself in (who else up being neurodivergent and gay). i would probably describe myself at my core as deeply introspective and self-aware, thoughtful and empathetic, creative and intelligent, and overall a chill guy. i have a high patience threshold but a low tolerance for bullshit and people who try to take advantage of my kindness. i've also been described as "big brotherly" and "teacherly" in the past so do with that what you will ig lol

as for hobbies and interests, i'm a creative at heart, but i have a particular affinity for film. i looove watching movies and doing film analyses it's my lifeblood. i wanna be a screenwriter/film director one day. i also enjoy watching anime (obvi) and prefer it over reading manga but i still have a deep appreciation for the graphic novel medium. uhhh i like eating good food. i'd say i have a pretty open palate and i'm always looking to try new restaurants and cafes. oh i also play bass guitar, i used to be in a band but some BL-esque drama happened and we disbanded lol. i write creatively and draw. i like making pinterest boards and spotify playlists for the animes i'm currently watching or whatever creative project i'm currently working on.

my type my type hmmm ... i like someone who's quiet but not soft-spoken. someone who speaks directly and only speaks when they have something of substance to contribute. because i'm always putting myself out there and subjecting myself to. situations, i like it when my partner offers a sense of security, like i can turn my brain off around them and just relax y'know? i like someone who's mentally stimulating and matches my freak (is similarly intelligent, strong media literacy skills are a plus). i also like it when they're surprisingly funny. like they have a reserved stoic demeanour but they be saying funny shit only around me and we have hella inside jokes. not too picky on appearance but it helps if they're tall and formidable-looking.

i know this is a lot so don't feel obligated to answer at all LOL but i would be eternally grateful if you did! and no problem if you have to resort to personal headcanons/character interpretations, i actually love it when people talk about their hcs and how they personally interpret fictional characters. thank you for reading and have a good day/night! :)

Happy New Year!!!

I match you with

Bungo Stray Dogs

*this is specifically because he seems to be around early to mid 20’s although I couldn’t find anything to confirm his actual age so please let me know if I am incorrect*

Tetchou Suehiro

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kento Nanami

You’re more sociable/more socially adept then them

Because of that they learn how to better interact with people and they help you with not masking as much *if that’s something you want of course they wouldn’t force it* (not that they are completely inept, but they learn to come off as less cold/stoic and more friendly)

You have a lot in common with them as they are both; deeply introspective, self-aware, thoughtful, empathetic, and intelligent

The shared perception and world view means you have a deep connection and understanding with both them. Your relationship with them is first and foremost and best friendship that became a romantic relationship

They admire your patient and try to have that themselves, but they very much share your low tolerance to deal with bullshit

They are protective of you *not in an overbearing way* so they will be very irritated if someone tries to take advantage of your kindness. Although it seems like you don’t have a problem standing up for yourself so they appreciate knowing you won’t let yourself be stepped over

I don’t think they are too creative themselves, but they really enjoy and admire that you are

They don’t typically watch movies on their own but they actually end up really liking the movies you pick and they also enjoy your analysis on them

They are both your biggest cheerleader for your dream to be a screenwriter/director

I think both of them would enjoy having a nice meal with you. Tetchou has some…. Interesting tastes😅 so be prepared for him to order some interesting things

I think they are both you type; they are both on the quiet side but speak up for things that are important and substantial

They definitely give a sense of security and you can turn your brain off and relax around them

I think are both intelligent and would have pretty good media literacy skills, mostly they focus on historical and current events

I feel like they would both be secretly hilarious and definitely say things they know will make you laugh

[oc-darkship-confessions]

I have this lil 15 fella his name is Albrecht he's on the trenches (not) sadly! He used to have a friend group before going there the typical bad influence friend group convinced him that he would be allowed to go with them to the first great war but because he has a loving and caring family they didn't allowed him but he faked the documents and was allowed to go to the trenches with his friends then his friends are like so happy they're going to serve the country while Albrecht is just dead inside thinking he's not going to last 2 days in that mud hell he just accepted to go with his friends to not stay alone at his city with his hell of siblings after that they arrive at their trench yay everyone is so happy but ofc there would be way older men there including one 26 " veteran " not really a veteran he stayed on the army for two years and dropped out cuz he thought it was too boring anyway back to Albrecht he's almost crying the team wants to invade a French trench and he's on TEARS already saying goodbye to his friends until the """" veteran"""" notice the quiet sobs and goes check seeing Albrecht crying already he comforts him and it kiiinndaa worked actually Albrecht just forced himself to stop crying in front of the grown ups to not look stupid then the guy says his name is fritz and say that for now Albrecht could just let him do his work just watch and learn after the first invasion Albrecht and his friend group was still alive but one of his friends already had got their first wound! They joked about it but Albrecht didn't found it funny in the slightest he was terrified to be there but there was fritz there and he kinda made Albrecht feel safe even in their current situation

After around 4 weeks there Albrecht was starting to feel a little better with fritz but now he also was starting to dislike his friends they weren't the only one for him now and it was their fault he was there he could've stayed home and not bother with any of this but because of them he was there anyway at least he had fritz who was growing softer and way more gentle to Albrecht especially compared to the other youngers that were treated with harshness by him

After 1 month Albrecht's first expectations happened his friends were no longer with him two dead and one sent to other trench he had no one outside fritz now at that time they were even closer now and fritz felt something he hadn't felt with any woman before... It was weird to him to both actually fritz became more protective and began to teach Albrecht "tricks" to stay alive and the youngest couldn't help but pay attention to all of fritz's classes

I'm too lazy to keep writing omfg but can we see where this is going to end up with... Anyway... It's 1916 two years to the end of the war

Alsoooo.... If it's not a problem can I be 🦴anon?? I would love to keep confessing about Albrecht cuz I love him sm but I don't talk about him to anyone

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WHOAA so much lore. hold on. reads. this shit is PEAAAK. please keep sending asks about Albrecht.... we’re here to listen! (^_^)

[stillagoodwitch]

sude omg hiiii my lovely!!!!!! was just listening to the new sabrina songs + having a blast + was wondering abt all your thoughts on them mwah!!!!!!!<33333 love you xx

HI THEAA!!! omg i'm so glad you're enjoying them i love you happy valentine's dayyyyyy just remembered when i told you to listen to the things i wish you said and now we're hereee crazy... I LOVEEEEE THEM.... made me reflect on the day eics fwd got released and it's wilddd how different everything is.. warning for a lot of parasocial behavior under the cut thank you for giving me the chance to display it <333

how are youuuuu how is your day going are you doing well and how do you feel about themm which one is your favorite

15 minutes is soooo insane and it feels like a great victory lap like!!!!! she's been working herself to the bone since she was 12 and she's here and she's one of the biggest people in the world,,,, just unreal,,, and she knows exactly what to do with her 15 minutes of fame and my mouth dropped. there was a scrapped snippet i really wanted on sns where she was talking about how everyone's kissing her ass now and acting like nothing happened after not supporting her through an insane hate train that ruined her life and WE GET HER TALKING ABOUT IT HERE TOO!!! i feel very passionate about that like literally everyone adored her and always talked about how amazing she was and how much they respected her and then Bam it became trendy to hate on her and suddenly all of them wanted in on the joke and also many of her friends distanced themselves from her. SHE WAS JUST 21 AND HAD DONE NOTHING WRONG... also it lasted way longer than a usual online hate train considering it was the pandemic and everyone was just looking for something to talk about!! anyways i'm sure it got much much worse now since the previous scrapped song considering she's universally adored by the most talented people in the world... "where did all these parties come from when did all you bitches get so nice? running out of the woodwork and hoping there's no brain between my eyes." EXACTLYYYY CHANGED MY LIFE.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FT DOLLY PARTON!!!!!!! SHE LITERALLY HAS DOLLY PARTON SINGING ON HER ALBUM AFTER BEING ON CHRISTINA'S SOOOO WILD. i've seen people say mixed things about this one but i love it?? i think it's amazing<3333 what a great time to live i love the country and i love the mv where they kidnap and bury the guy from the original mv<33

couldn't make it any harder NOW THIS SONG!!!! definitely things i wish you said of this album, i got into sabrina bc of her vocals when i was 12 and of course they're completely different now and for sure 12 year old me would be floored. i just sat down and thought about it a little like i was littleee me and i would sit at the back of the school bus at 6am and would listen to her singing too young live and think wow i don't really care much for this girl but i might be in love with her voice... lol... ANYWAYS IT ALSO WRECKED ME???? I WAS EASIER THAN I AM NOW!! WOULD'VE FOLDED BUT I CAN'T NOW!!!! YOU SAY YOU CAN TAKE IT BUT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW HARD I CAN MAKE IT!!! just makes me want to throw up and i'm sure it would've been worse if i had it last year so yayyy good timing... she will probably switch between deluxe songs on the europe leg and i'm sooo hoping to get this one. also "i know you're frustrated because i will not let you touch me" :/// i love that she saw how much people loved her covering hopelessly devoted to you and made this

BUSY WOMAN IS THE SONG OF ALL TIME AND HELPED ME GET OVER AN INSANE ONE SIDED LOVE SITUATION like i would just put it on for an hour before going to see her it was a little funny but i'm better now yayyy it's like the most fun song ever i'm so glad it's on streaming now and i think it may go into the setlist fully like olivia did so american... we'll seeeee

i have sooooo little thoughts about bad reviews like it sounds absolutely beautiful but i spent the last 3 months inside my parents' house with no human contact and lost my ability to relate to many emotions i think... lol... i have a feeling this song is going to become huge for me in a few months and let's hope not,,, i love that it's basically bad for business but older and Worse and more aware of it's own delusion like you're not even my boyfriend and everyone is telling me it's not going to end well and i can see it too but i WILL make it work and i WILL love you till the end in spite of it all like fun... not to experience probably as i'm writing my self fulfilling prophecy but i enjoy it being told<33333

thank you for giving me the chance to be my most annoying self although you probably regret it by now<33 I'M SOOO PROUD OF HER AND WATCHING HER FOR 10 YEARS WAS THE GREATEST THING EVER AND IS JUST SO MOTIVATING TO HAVE SEEN HOW HARD SHE WORKED AND MANAGED TO RISE FROM THE BOTTOM AGAIN

ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER MWAH

[makangerous]

Fukuya Rank 6 (Temperance Confidant)

TW: addiction

You receive a text message from Fukuya.

Hope you've been taking advantage of my illness! Bet Kawakami's happy I'm getting sick in other people's classes for once. I am doing better, though. Thanks to you. I'm still not feeling good enough for a lecture, but can we meet up sometime in the evening? Call me.

You call Fukuya at night.

Emi, I need to get out of the house. I've felt a lot less temptation after the night you came over, but I'd prefer to feel zero temptation. What's open at night, though? Hm… I've heard our classmates talking about a lounge called Penguin Sniper. They said you can play darts there. Why don't we go there tonight? I'll be in Kichijoji shortly.

You arrive at Penguin Sniper and follow Fukuya inside.

There is a distinct lack of penguins here! I'm not impressed so far, Emi. Also, I… forgot I suck at real darts. I'm only good at darts in video games. The skills aren't very transferable. Does the darts rulebook actually say you have to throw the darts? Can't I walk the dart over and stick it into the bullseye?

>You see the penguins if you win.

Really? So that's their angle. You'll have to let me win then! I need to see where they're hiding them… What do you mean, you're joking? Boo! Not funny, Emi!

Well, darts aren't the point of this rendezvous. I figured you're too invested in my situation now for me to pretend that incident at my house never happened. I feel embarrassed about it, definitely. I considered hiding from you before I realized that would be difficult, seeing as we're in the same homeroom. When the blobfish emerges from the water, it's never going back to its non-squishy, non-vulnerable form. I suppose it's the same for me.

I'm taking my symptoms day by day. They're more bearable, now I can see the light at the end of the tunnel again. Knowing someone's holding me accountable has severely curtailed my desire to concoct the not-technically-illegal version of Resurr-EX. That's why I want to ask an additional favor of you, Emi. Could you… be my friend?

>We're already friends.

Huh. I guess you're right. We probably passed the boundary of the mentor/mentee relationship when I started telling you my personal problems. I'm not the brightest at figuring out relationships, as you can tell. Keep being my friend, then. Please?

All the friends I had before abandoned me once I became an addict. In hindsight, they weren't really friends. They were using me. They begged me for homework help nonstop, and bought me off with fake platitudes and cheap fast food. If it wasn't that, they were after my inventions. Back then, I had no idea how to say no. If I was the genius everyone said I was, getting them what they needed should be a mere trifle. That line of thinking got me into so much trouble…

You're different, Emi. That's why I want to show you what other talents I have. I'm a good chef, for one. On Monday nights, I cook up a big pot of curry to last me for the week. I'm pretty crafty with my hands, too, since chemistry requires precision. If you'd like me to make you something, let me know. …Speaking of precision, I bet I can get a bullseye now. Quiet please. Let me focus…

His dart completely misses the board. It bounces off another patron's shoulder.

Sorry, sir! Shit, this is humiliating… Let's just go.

Your phone rings in front of Leblanc.

Just when you thought you were safe… Like a bolt from the blue, another pop quiz for you! True or false: there are over 121 quadrillion possible dartboard configurations.

>True.

Ding-ding, we have a winner! Did you actually know that, though, or did the oddly specific number tip you off? Or was it a lucky guess? In this case, your methods don't matter. Only the end result. Good job!

Now how come I know that, but not how to actually throw the darts? To be fair, I'm not exactly in peak physical condition. Playing those few rounds really tired me out… See you at school, Emi.

[topracticemyenglish]

The Nanny - S04E15

Name: The Nanny

Episode: 15 - "The Nose Knows"

Current Season: 04

Total season: 4/6

Rating: ♡♡♡

This episode was only made so Fran would stop going to therapy and it's very sad. She was dressing different, her hair was flat, but she was independent and they ruined it. But it was very cute Maxwell willing to fight for Fran because he thought the therapist had sexually assulted her (when in fact he was just picking his nose). However I do think it's a very stupid way of ending everything (even though I can relate to the fact that she sees her therapists like a figure that only exists inside the office).

The kids barely show up in the episode (again). I love when they get involved in something, especially Grace.

I'm gonna rank the kids from the one I like the most, to the one I dislike the most.

Grace: she's sweet and funny. She's the youngest and she's very sassy, she's growing to be just like Fran. And she's my favourite of all.

Brighton: I didn't like him at first, but he grew on me. He's also funny, but not as much as Grace. He's a teenager now and he talks a lot about girls, but it's not like it's all he talks about and it's still not getting annoying.

Maggie: She was a very shy girl at the beginning of the show and it was okay. She has always been the most boring of all. She became just like Fran and that's sweet, because they really see Fran as their mother, especially Grace. But now she became really annoying. All she thinks about are boys and I hate it. It's not like Brighton that he still has a different storyline, Maggie it's all about boys, boys, boys, just like I said in the previous review and unfortunately became very boring. It's not like I want her to be shy forever, I like that she changed a lot, but they could've written something interesting for her besides changing boyfriends like it was clothes. Don't get me wrong, I don't see anything wrong with wanting to change boyfriends if she had an interesting life, but her life is all about boys and that's very sexist.

C.C. and Niles being friendly for once. I really like when they are friends, but I see that they're going to be lovers and it's very annoying because I don't want them to date. She's gorgeous and he's old.

Another thing that I don't like about the show is Niles. Everyone seems to love him, but I don't. It's not funny the way the treats C.C and it's not funny his sexist jokes. The only thing I like about him is that he is the biggest Fran and Maxwell shipper and also the shady things he throws at Maxwell (it always serves him right).

[scoundrels-in-love]

Alright, gimme the full DVD commentary about this passage from "I will drown for you...":

"It's not easy to forget, Vash doesn't know how to do it at all actually, but he knows how to put so many things away in boxes with loose lids, stacked in a pyramid that has long since outgrown him. He laughs and smiles and kind-of and almost feels it (and doubts his grief is real, since he can), at least while they're mostly closed.

But there are times when some of the lids open and in a chain reaction, spring many others open, too. Memories and pain and ghosts of what ifs and almosts, and a vacuum of isolation and loneliness that consumes all the air in his lungs, pour out, become all he can sense, all he is.

Unless Vash manages to fix the opening lids quickly, trying to close them can become like a game called guacamole or something of the sort that Rem had told him and Nai about - trying to hit a little pest as it pops out of holes rapidly all over the game field. There is no winning, only endless chase until the time runs out and he collapses from exhaustion, from being hollowed out by all he has held onto. The recovery can be hours or days, he never knows." I wasn't even looking for it, but when I saw it I knew it was the one. I just love it.

Hi hello my dear beloved sibling.

I now realize I have no idea how the DVD commentaries go so I am just going to babble how I know to.

First of all, I am amazed and touched that this is section you still remember *checks* 5 months, oh wow.

In all honesty, it's part that I wrote and then almost deleted. I wasn't sure if this sort of disassociation and compertmentalizing your grief and trauma was something that felt Vash like. At least in these words, in this metaphor.

But I kept it. Stayed honest to my want to write it the way it is and, in some way, I experience and struggle with grief and going through the day. Some of the most stinging, forever sticking with me throwaway comment on my grief in my life has been how 'I am clearly handling my loss quite well' because I could give a sort-of laugh a couple months after my loss. The way the pits of despair would change into numb neutrality through which I would mask and go on and how it always makes me doubt that I am sincerely grieving, that my pain is genuine and true to the bone and not just another reason for me to throw pity parties when I feel like.

In same way, my worst spirals are often gradual, at least at the start - started by some random thought or event that I have to then work on suppressing, putting away, lest it springs forward more and more thoughts and pains until I collapse. And sometimes the attempt to wrangle it all, no - usually, even -, is just as exhausting.

I took those feelings and experiences and gave them to Vash, who seems to compartmentalize a lot, who puts up a mask of cheer, but his eyes aren't into it. Who finds ways to blame himself for everything, even the way he feels things. I think the complexity and layers of guilt and pain and the way he's had to keep going make for very potent, very complex cocktail that he very much can't really deal with other than like this.

In this case, he's been teetering on edge of Feeling Bad and Too Much for a while, the injury and upsetting Meryl (and others) heightens it and the thought of Rollo & Livio resurfaces, as echo of his guilt for having anything nice, for having people who care when he's failed so many, just to push him closer to edge of not being able to tuck it all away neatly.

As for the guacamole, I thought it'd be funny if Vash for all his great memory couldn't quite remember something he heard as baby 150+ years ago and it became slightly twisted into a different word. A sort of little inside joke between me and readers who Know the words. I think a lot about words and things Vash knows that no one else does anymore, in general.

Send me excerpt from my fic and I will give you the DVD commentary on it?<3

[faytelumos]

Dude the way I'm eating your tags like they're my last meal on death's row!! I'll do the same here. Can you IMAGINE the standard Thomas sat when he became a father.

This wild, rowdy, firecracker of a man Gotham grew from golden soil and made him dirty, becoming a dad? Oh man.

Especially in the black and white era, where the most proficient job you could have in Gotham was a gangster. Second was a thief. Third was politician, but they mean the same thing anyway.

No man was particularly attached to fatherhood, " Yeah, I see my brats once a week. "

" Sheesh, you're lucky. I had to cut back work when my wife delivered. I just don't get why I have to do be there. What's your stance on that, Thomas? Does the husband have to be there?"

Thomas, smiling like a feral tiger: You know I delivered my baby, right?

OOOKAY, I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS!

Okay, be Thomas Wayne, doctor, philanthropist, old money, living in Gotham with your beautiful wife and your beautiful boyfriend, and you're having a son.

(Martha makes a funny joke about needing more girls in the house, and Alfred reminds her she throws most of her feminine relationships away after a month and a half.)

This is Gotham city. This place breeds corruption and desperation like a petri dish. You inherited the role of a founding family heir from a father you never liked and every secret organization and mobster has been trying to put you in their pocket since.

And now you have a beautiful, tender, delicate baby boy.

Absolute fucking terror.

This boy is going to be a target for every walk of life from the ground to the sky. This boy is going to get seductive offers to corruption every day, this boy is going to be a walking paycheck for anyone who's in trouble, this boy is small, and vulnerable, and yours, and he's meat and money to everyone else out there.

His future is altogether uncertain, but there's a million possibilities out there, and most of them are terrible, and it's the worst kind of anxiety.

On top of this, based on your fic, Thomas did not have any kind of healthy relationship with his dad.

This makes it so much harder. Now you're Thomas, worried to death that the world is gonna eat your son alive, and wondering what kind of father you're gonna be.

Fatherhood and manliness are two toxic chemicals that mix into the water as far as Thomas can tell. Maybe Tommy can sleep a little easier knowing Alfred will be there, knowing Bruce's other father won't be taking Tommy's shit, will also be looking out for his boy. Maybe having such a good person there, too, will protect Bruce from the boogeyman inside every other man that is Fatherhood.

Because Thomas never met a father he liked. Thomas hated Ben. And he's so terrified he's going to be just like him.

But besides all of this, Thomas is here, now, holding his newborn baby in his hands. It was crazy getting ready for it — everyone was asking him if it was really a good idea for him to be delivering his own baby, but honestly, he would never forgive himself if he missed that chance. It was crazy, because Martha, his absolute fireworks show, his light in the dark, was soldiering through all of the contractions and the pain all the way to the delivery room. And Alfred's just outside, putting out fires all over the manor as they get ready for a bump turned into a baby, Tommy's rock calmly pacing and bringing order and certainty to a day so very full of chaos and fear.

And it's a lot. It's so much. But in the scrubs, with the mask and the gloves, Tommy's hands are steady and he breathes evenly, and he holds his wife's and child's lives in those hands, and he loves them endlessly. Nothing can go wrong, and he wouldn't trade the chance to be there for both of them through this for anything.

He's scared, of himself, of Gotham, but as his little boy's growing up, he just takes the moments he can get and he does everything in his power to make his little mini-me boy as happy as physically possible. He takes every moment to give Bruce what he wanted at that age.

[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons: Being best friends and in a relationship with Lou

Headcanons: Being best friends and in a relationship with Lou Ransone (+ pre-relationship friendship)

Pairing: Lou Ransone x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @will-grammer

Warnings:

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Pre-Relationship Friendship:

Neither you or Lou really remember when or how you became friends.

You just remember always getting along since you met, and somewhere along the way you became best-friends.

No one could compete with the other, you didn't really question it, you just became each others "better-half."

You know everything about each other.

What perfumes/colognes the other wears, their favorite snacks, foods, drinks.

You have said food/drinks always stocked at your houses for each other.

You have traditions for holidays, and birthdays.

Whether it be eating out at the same spot every year, or getting each other specific gifts that only mean something to you.

So many inside jokes it drives everyone else crazy.

You are partners at work, and you make a great team.

You always eat lunch and dinner together.

And often spend long nights working on cases together.

You take turns bringing each other coffee/tea and pastries in the mornings.

Sometimes you forget whose day it is so both of you end up bringing stuff, so you end up with four drinks and way too many pastries. Lucky for others in the office.

A lot of the time, people assume you are already dating.

At first you thought it was just funny, but slowly as each of you started to develop feelings for each other, the thought would make you blush.

You accepted that it was just you and that nothing would happen between you, but surprise! He felt the same.

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During Relationship:

When the two of you finally started dating, literally no one was surprised lol.

There was a betting pool going around the precinct about how long it would take.

Athena won.

Nothing really changed with your friendship, except the fact that you got more comfortable with touch, as it had a bit more meaning to it now.

When walking together, he will link his pinkie finger around yours, or take your hand in his completely.

He absentmindedly reaches or you if you stray too far away.

So you often feel his hand gently against your back or shoulder, and you naturally step closer to him.

Your offices at work are littered with pieces of each other.

He has a geode on his desk you got him for his birthday. He uses it as a paperweight.

You have an hourglass he got you for Christmas, that may or may not have been a friendly dig at you always getting distracted with work and overworking.

You also have a bunch of pens you have slowly stolen from his office. He knows they're there, but he wants to wait to see how many you accumulate before giving them back.

Most of the time, you are in each others offices, you might as well just share one at this point.

If someone goes into your office, you'll be in your chair, Lou will be sitting on the edge of your desk.

Go into Lou's office, you will either be sitting on his desk, or lounging on the couch in his office (that he added because you insisted).

Even though most people know you are in a relationship, you keep it "professional" at work. (Apart from the teasing, jokes, and occasional prank)

xx

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