#and when he shows up she isn't afraid to joke around and tease him

[panncakes]

stuck thinking about when day gets crowded and overwhelmed on his birthday he calls out to gee of all people there to remove him from the situation; and how when day tells her he wants to be alone she makes sure he knows she wants to understand him and he can talk to her (not to help him or to fix things for him; simply to understand him) and when day reaffirms a boundary she accepts this and doesn't press further. he's her friend and she cares for him but he's still an adult and she has no problem treating him as such and i think that at the moment she is the only one from day's past who is actively able to do so

[mordredisacoolname]

CRIMINAL MINDS CHARACTERS - JEALOUSY

Male reader (can be read as gn)

The characters and jealousy before you're dating

Characters: Aaron, Emily, Derek, Spencer, JJ, Penelope, Tara, Luke, Elias

CW: mention of almost getting shot

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•Aaron hotchner

-he doesn't get jealous easily

-when you talk with other men/women he doesn't mind at all

-especially if he personality knows the person you're speaking with

-even when someone flirts with you he knows they're not competition

-if you do start liking someone he does get a little jealous

-but he doesn't show it, he doesn't have any plans on starting a relationship with you

-if you're not a profiler he doesn't want you to be in danger because of him

-if you are one, he doesn't want to date a coworker

-so even if he gets jealous he won't show it or say anything

-but of course the others notice

-its very subtle but they are trained to study and notice behavior

-they don't dare tease him about it

-depends on who you're closer with on the team they will talk to you about it

-when you say you have feelings for him they will try to encourage you to say something to him

-david or Emily will probably hint him something in between the lines to not ignore his feelings

-so trying to get him jealous or be hard to get isn't gonna work, just talk to him

•Emily Prentiss

-if you're both interested in each other, which you are, she will be flirting with you

-when knows you're interested

-emily won't try anything tho, she believes in not dating a coworker

-if you're not a profiler she still will be reluctant to start a relationship with you, afraid of commitment

-she cares for you deeply

-so she does get jealous

-she won't say it but she will show it

-they flirting will stop, and she'll be more formal with you

-you don't know what's wrong

-only when Derek ir jj, ir even pen tell you why's she acting like this you'll understand

-so you try joking with with her and pointing out her jealousy

-she gets the hint and plays along

-eventually you two meet up together and talk about it, like adults, and decide what to do

•derek Morgan

-oh he flirts with you so much people already think you're dating

-so there's not much to be jealous about

-but if someone does show interest in you he'll observe from the side with an amused face

-laughing to himself first and then actually starts to worry you'll show interest in someone else

-so he kinda tones down the flirting with you because he thinks you no longer have feelings for him

-one day you ask him why's that and if you did something wrong

-he'll brush it off telling you everything's fine

-but you don't buy it

-you decide to go on a date

-but end up thinking about Derek the whole time

-so you confess to him

-he then explains he thought you had feeling for someone else and stopped with the flirting to not make you uncomfortable

•spencer Reid

-you try flirting with him, but he doesn't get it

-so you think it's hopeless and stop

-you try ignoring your feelings for Spencer but it doesn't work

-so you decide to start dating, maybe you'll meet someone you like and forget about Spencer

-but it doesn't work, and you're so exhausted

-of course everyone on the team notices

-even Penelope sees how you look at Spencer, and how he looks at you

-derek gets fed up with this pining and decides to talk with Spencer

-but Spencer himself doesn't know he has feelings for you

-he describes to Derek what he feels everytime you talk to someone attractive and everytime you tell the team you went on a date

-he says he feels weird, a mix of sadness and anger

-so Derek tells him that feeling is jealousy

-spencer then starts paying more attention to this feeling, and your behavior

-of course once someone told him to pay attention to how you behave yourself around him he understands you too, have feelings for him

-so he gathers up the courage to ask you out, not on a date, but just to hang out

-he's weirdly shy and awkward

-usually he's very comfortable with you

-you ask him what's wrong, and he tells you

-they rest of the evening is up to you

•Jennifer Jareau

-she denies her feeling for you, completely ignoring them

-once a deputy you're working with on a case starts flirting with you

-and that she can't ignore

-it distracts her from the case

-she's constantly thinking about you

-because of that she made a mistake and almost got herself hurt

-so she goes up to you at the end of the day, when the case is solved

-"um, you know, I was thinking maybe we could go out and get coffee before work tomorrow?"

-she avoids eye contact

-you of course agree

-the weather is exceptional, you two sit outside of the coffee shop, talking and looking at the view

-she tells you how she couldn't focus on the case

-you ask her why, after all it was a regular one, nothing special

-so Jeniffer tells you how she couldn't stop thinking about that deputy who wouldn't stop flirting with you, and how it made her angry

-you didn't think she liked you back

-so you're over the moon

•penelope Garcia

-your relationship with pen always involved teasing

-little playful comments here and there

-it was fun, you liked it

-so when she noticed you getting closer to a fellow FBI agent from another department she got upset

-the snarky comments were no longer playful

-she was actually hurt, you didn't know what you did wrong

-you try asking her but she ignores you telling you you're just paranoid

-but you know she's lying

-you show up to her house one night, inviting yourself in

-she's surprised, did she forget you two had plans?

-so you tell her you know something's up and you won't leave until she explains herself

-she gets a little mad, you're so oblivious

-you're actually in shock

-penelope likes you back??

-but you thought she flirts with everyone of her friends

-you apologize, and she tells you there's no need, she should've been more forward

-so you decide to have a date, right here and now

•tara lewis

-she doesn't get jealous

-if she doesn't think you have feelings for her she leaves you alone and understands you have the right to flirt with everyone you'd like

-but you give her signs

-maybe you do like her?

-she decides to just ask you, straight forward

-you confess to each other and decide on a date

-she's a very straightforward person, a d is not afraid to show her emotions

•luke Alves

-you flirt, a lot

-but he won't make a move

-and given that he also kinda flirts with Penelope, tho not like he does with you, you don't think anything of that

-so you start dating someone

-he's at a loss of words when you tell him

-he pretends to be happy for you

-but you see there's something he's not telling you

-you decide to have a chat with Penelope

-"oh god you're like two teenagers" she acts annoyed (she secretly thinks it's cute)

-she tells the both of you separately to just talk to each other, confess your feelings

-you're both skeptical but she says to trust her and just do it

-so you do

-you go up to him and at the same time you tell each other you have something to say

-you confess first

-he's in shock, and you both start laughing

-it's safe to say your current boyfriend is no longer your boyfriend by the end of the day

•elias Voit (ok don't @ me he's too cute ik I'm not the only one)

-you first hate him

-everything he's done

-when the team decides to work with him you're so mad

-you ignore him altogether

-but when he sees you for the first time he's locked on on you

-he will let everyone around you know he wants you

-you think he's just playing

-and it annoys you, because you can't help and fall for his charm

-one time your team needs help from him, some information

-so they send you to talk to him

-they moment he sees you he puts his game on

-he can't finish one sentence without a flirty comment

-you get fed up and tell him pretending to like you won't get him anywhere

-he says there's no reason for him to pretend, but you still don't believe him

-he finds it funny but is also kinda pissed

-one time when you use him as bait, you almost get shot, dodging the bullet only thanks to Elias

-you both look at each other, and at that moment you feel it

-you know he's not playing

-of you're so fucked

[green-tea-in-absinthe-bottle]

BLADE NSFW ALPHABET

My first time writing NSFW alphabet, enjoy. + 18 content under cut. Who should I do next?

GENERAL MASTERLIST

Aftercare

Blade is a bit awkward during aftercare, he is very touch deprived person and most people don't even dare to look him in the eye, afraid of his criminal record and mara. Still, he cares about your wellbeing so if you tell him to clean you up or bring you a glass of water he will do so immediately. He just needs to learn how to take care of somebody properly once again.

He will let you do whatever you want with his body tho, you can cuddle him (don't worry about his initial stiffness, he will relax if you massage his scalp), give him kisses, even braid his hair. He very rarely allows somebody to get into his inner circle but once you are there he is very lenient person overall. He got very distrustful and aloof with age, he is too tired to sleep around with people he doesn't have emotional connection to if he can just rub one off in need instead of being vulnerable in front of a stranger. To get anywhere close to his body you need to get through his defences first, and once you do he gets kinda soft for you.

You know how he allows Stellaron Hunters to use his phone, accepted Kafka's nickname for him, listens to Silver Wolf yapping about games etc.? Now you have that privilege to annoy him as well.

Body part

He feels very detached from his body, to the point of objectifying himself as a Blade. He doesn't like any part of his body in particular but he is entertained by your reaction to his chest. When you swoon over it, cuddle his boobs or suck on them he definitely is amused. Might even pat your head when you push your face in it.

On you he absolutely adores your face and all the cute expressions he can observe on it. He especially likes it when your eyes light up at his sight and when your gaze gets clouded with desire.

Cum

He doesn't mind making a mess at all, but if you prefer it inside of your holes he will do as you wish. He doesn't care much about that, he's not disgusted by yours or his bodily fluids with one exception. If it lands on your face anywhere besides your lips and chin he will wipe it down in a second, he doesn't want to feel like he disrespects you.

Dirty secret

So Blade is a very flexible, fit man...Once during jerking off he realised he can bend and lick the tip of his pretty long dick. He came instantly.

Experience

I believe his experience as Blade is limited to occasional quickie with Kafka, just to release some tension in between missions. I don't see them as proper lovers, more of a coworkers with occasional benefits, of course he respects her and cares about her but nothing else. Once he got committed to you he stopped sleeping with her. Kafka isn't bitter about that cause she has many options but if she finds you cute she might suggest threesome sometimes.

As Yingxing his situation was much more interesting. I don't necessarily see High Cloud Quintet as a polycule, but you can't convince me that him and Dan Heng didn't play around a bit, even now their fates are intertwined in special way and they reference each other. They just give divorced couple vibes, sorry not sorry. The way Blade refers to Baiheng so tenderly makes me believe he had a certain past with her as well, I ship her with Jingliu but I think Blade was in love with Baiheng at some point. His feeling were probably unreciprocated.

It's just my headcanon so don't cancel me pls.

Fav position

He likes it when you ride him, doesn't matter of it's his face, thigh or dick... He wants you to get yourself off on him in selfish way. When he gets on top he likes missionary cause he loves your lewd expressions so much.

Goofy

Blade takes intimate situations very siriously, it's not easy for him to show you his scars and he prefers to not joke around during sex. If he feels like it, he might tease you a little bit after it but that's it.

Hair

Just like in case of his beard, he takes good care of it. It's not completely shaved like his face but it's soft and clean.

Intimacy

For him to turn into your service switch you need to make him feel very safe and accepted, it makes him very vulnerable to give himself like that. It's important for him that you don't want to change him and appreciate him with all his scars. He can't be fixed and if you understand this and you don't mind - it's a very good beginning.

He might not be the most affectionate man out there but he will hold you like you are his greatest treasure, carress your hair and kiss your forehead so you feel safe in his arms.

Jack off

He doesn't get horny often if his sex partner isn't around to arouse him, after 800 years he doesn't see much appeal in jerking off. Still, he will do that to put himself to clear his mind and put himself to sleep faster. His hands are stiff and get tired fast so he masturbates by pounding into a fleshlight.

Kink

To me he is a switch (leaning sub) so I will split kinks into sub and dom. As a sub:

This man calls himself a Blade. It's easier to go through all the pain as a cold weapon without soul than as a shadow of his former self, genius who lost his ability to create and his main ambition. So he gave himself a new purpose, objectifying himself in the process of becoming his last masterpiece.

The thing about swords is they are meant to be used, directed by hand of their owner. Centuries of self-objectification messed with the way he perceives his body, also during sex. He wants to be used by you to please yourself and he needs to know he does good job as your toy. He has heavy praise kink, please tell him how great he feels and how he fulfills all your needs.

His extended life lost spark centuries ago, he craves intense sex to feel something. Blade has a high pain tolerance, he likes it rough. While he might be a bit skeptical towards typical tools used on masochists like whips or paddles, scratch his back really hard when he pounds into you and he will go crazy. He will mock you if you try to give him love bites but secretly will enjoy the sensation.

As a dom:

He is still obsessed with being used for your pleasure, but this time he takes matters into his own hands. He will figure out how to give you best sex of your life, even at the cost of overstimulating you. Trust me, he's very observant. He will use every trick known to him to fulfill you with his fingers, tongue and cock until there is not a single coherent thought left in your brain.

Sometimes he feels like this is not enough to ruin you properly. He will use toys to play with you even more, on a rare occasion he might think about threesome but he is very picky about who can touch you and he has one strict rule - nobody but him can slide into your tight hole. He will let Kafka satisfy you with her mouth and scissor/grind into you tho, if you are fine with it.

If you want to see the dominant side of him more often you just need to ask or to misbehave a bit, he is a natural brat-tamer. Loves to show you your place and fuck the attitude out of you, sight of submissive look in your teary eyes makes him very hard. Knowing he earned this look from you feeds his pride.

Location

He needs to feel safe and in control of his surroundings. Sorry, the only places he can unwind in are his room and his car. Don't worry, he made sure the backsits are extra comfortable and warmed up.

Motivation

In the past he used to have sex to get his mind off certain things from his past, but with a regular sex partner he will most likely be turned on by the thought of his body being the source of pleasure instead of pain for once. He wants to be nothing more but a weapon, tool of destruction, so why does he feel so proud when you let him know nobody could satisfy you like he can?

No

He will never ever approach you during his mara attacks, he can't bear the thought of hurting you. Fetishizing his condition in any way will result in getting kicked out of his life so no feral mara-struck beast Bladie for ya.

While I see him as a bit poly and I believe under certain circumstances he could rarely share you with Kafka, I also think he doesn't trust people so easily anymore, he is very protective about his closed social circle (it's literally just you and Stellaron Hunters) and he won't take it well if you suggest threesome with somebody whom he doesn't know very well or with one of his old friends from Quintet. His reaction depends on who do you suggest tho, if it's Jing Yuan you will receive cold shoulder for many nights but if it's Jingliu or Dan Heng - instant break up.

Oral

He wants you to ride his face and is proud of all the things he can do with his skilled mouth, especially in contrast to his long and beautiful but stiff fingers. He hollows his cheeks when he sucks on your clit/dick, looking you straight in the eye all the time and forgets to breathe when he french kisses your hole. Does he even need to breathe as an immortal?

When he receives head he likes the sounds you make the most, gagging on his length, salivating around it, kissing up his vein... Lick right under his foreskin and watch him lose control over his body.

Pace

He can go very fast and hard when he wants to fuck the brains out of both of you or he can go so gently it breaks your heart. Nothing in between. When it comes to your pace he wants you to do it however is the most comfortable for you.

Quickie

He would only indulge in them if he uses sex as a distraction, this elder prefers to take his time with you and take care of you thoroughly. He especially dislikes skipping foreplay, cause getting in the mood is very important to him.

Risk

With his fighting skills he could totally do risky stuff and come out of this with no trouble but to him sex is a time to relax and feel good, not to give himself more stress. He might do such things if you really, really want them, but it's not his style and he would rather not to be honest.

Stamina

His physical stamina is almost endless, with his self-healing and regenerating abilities he is capable of lasting for much longer than any mortal, but his emotional and mental exhaustion influences his stamina. If he gets overwhelmed at any point he will stop. Just hold him tightly and tell him it's alright. Otherwise he has no problem lasting for the whole night.

Toys

He will use toys on your nipples and clit to give you even more pleasure but no dildos or anything that could penetrate you cause that's his job and you don't need anything but him in your pretty holes.

Unfair

He teases you only if you have been a brat before. He doesn't like to deprive you of pleasure, that's not what he wants do to. But if you behave like you need to be tamed, for example smile a bit too much at another man, don't expect him to go easy on you. Once you've been too friendly during your trip on Astral Express and Blade edged you five times before you fainted.

Dont think you can tease him too much either, this man is very old and very patient when he gets petty. Just look at how long he holds on too grudges. He will tease you back and make you swallow all your words. You can't win this game with him.

Volume

Not a loud man, you can hear a few grunt here and there, quiet moan rarely and that's it. Let's just say he prefers to use his mouth differently in bed. It's not much but you know those sounds are genuine so you appreciate them. Also, who wouldn't get weak being praised in that husky voice of his?

Wild card

You surely heard of people having sex rooms in their places, but have you ever heard of making one in the car?

He lives in Stellaron Hunters headquaters and as much as you guys like to spend spicy time in his room, collection of toys you guys keep in there is nothing compared to the one he has in his car. He knows the rest of Hunters can hear you two so you need to keep quiet when you are at home, but in the garage you can moan his name as loud as you want to. He takes you out on dates in secluded spots like empty beaches or near the lake so you can enjoy each other's bodies while connecting with nature (but you guys stay in car during the do so he feels secure, comfortable and covered) . He lived in wilderness for years before joining Stellaron Hunters so if you encounter animals he will know how to behave.

Backsits are warmed up, they can be extended so you guys can lay down almost like in the bed, Blade carries you favourite blankets with himself. Locked up together with you toybox, so none of his coworkers can find those things when he gives them a ride.

How did he manage to get warmed up sits in such an old car? Well, this man was hella good at mechanics during his previous life as Yingxing. His memory and hands got worse but his brain is as sharp as it was when it comes to such things.

X - ray

Very long but not so thick, not overly prominent veins, very fragile head and base. His balls don't hang too much. Sorry, I never know what to write in this cathegory.

Yearning

He's an old guy, his libido went down with age to certain extent. He doesn't have the best relation with his body, doing physical things isn't something he does just for the sake of it.

He usually has sex for one of two reasons. To get stress out of his body and distract himself from his flashbacks or when he is deeply attracted to somebody and being in their company turns him on. Since he met you his libido woke up again after years and if you spend quality time with him on a daily basis you will have regular sex.

Sometimes he just wants to be left alone but it's not about you, he needs to deal with demons of his past on his own from time to time. There are nights when he just needs to be held, he will be grateful if you stay for him.

If you want to turn him on the easiest way to do this is first making sure he's relaxed and relatively in good mood at the moment, sometimes you can improve it with massages and hugs, sometimes you need to give him space. Then, sit or lay down very close to him, initiate a slow make out session and he will get hard in no time.

Tip: His ears and neck (especially on the back) are very fragile. Tease them well and see what happens.

Zzz

Blade needs a lot of sleep, you have to let that senior citizen rest his eyes in peace. He usually falls asleep surprisingly quickly, especially when he can smell your perfume and make sure you are safe and content, but he wakes up as soon as he hears anything suspicious, even if it's as quiet as leaf crushed under shoe. That makes him a great bodyguard. Also he can fall asleep while standing, with his eyes still open, holding onto his sword. He looks like a Halloween decoration when this happens.

There are nights when ghosts of the past and pain from mara won't let him sleep. He likes to watch over you on those nights, finding peace in slow rhythm of your breathing.

Face he makes when you sext him on his public cellphone:

[luvkaulitz]

★ STARBOY

summary : Tom Kaulitz as your lovely boyfriend 🤭

author's note : first post on this account so please give me requests if you have any 🫶

Tom is HEAVY on calling you petnames, it's so rare for him to actually say your name

He prefers hugging you from behind but he doesn't mind normal hugs.

you were humming a melody while chopping vegetables to put in your pot that was filled with boiling water before you felt strong arms wrap around your waist. Tom rested his head on your shoulder and kissed your neck. You smiled and stopped chopping the vegetables so that you can reach for his head and caress it. “I've missed you so much baby.”

Always asks you to shower with him. You two don't have to end up doing anything sexual he just likes your company especially when you massage his hair with shampoo for him.

He doesn't wanna admit it but he loves to sleep with his head laying on your chest. It's the most comfortable position according to him.

Lil pervert would buy you new bra and panty sets.

“Tom what's this?” You lifted the shopping bag filled with stuff. The bag read ‘Victoria Secret’ on the front which gave you a good idea on what it could be but nonetheless you wanted to ask him. “Open it and try it on, I got some in your favorite color."

Teaches you how to play the guitar if you want to learn how to.

You definitely met his family and they loved you. His mom would ask where you were whenever he'd come to visit.

JEALOUS JEALOUS BOY. You're good looking at he knows that so of course he'll get overprotective whenever he catches a guy flirting or staring at you. He'd wrap his arm around your shoulder and kiss you infront of them.

Loves to tease you, doesn't even matter what way he does it. He thinks it's hilarious

Sometimes he'll ask if he can do your hair for you.

If you're a singer he's 100% ask you to sing for him while he plays his guitar.

You're around Tom so much that the band treats you like their 5th member.

He would definitely wink and point at you in the audience if you came to one of his concerts. That dork doesn't care what other people think, he loves his gf and he's not afraid to show it.

CALLS YOU HIS MRS

“Tom who are you talking to that's making you blush so hard?”

“Oh you know, my Mrs”

He would definitely talk about you and your guy's relationship during interviews.

Prepare yourself because Tom isn't Tom without making a sex joke.

During modern times (2023) he'd be on tiktok/ig live with bill and Gustav while you're in the background doing whatever. His fans would ask about you and in return he'd answer them by pulling you on his lap so they could see you

Tom scanned the comments before reading one out loud. “Where is y/n?” Tom looked beside him with his signature smug face and pulled you down onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin against your shoulder before looking at the camera and speaking. “Here she is.”

[queen-of-the-misfit-toys]

A Father's Blessing

Warnings: sweet sad fluff. That's it.

Word count: @ 1k

This is the fluffiest, sad fluff ever 🥹. Benophie Week 2024 day 1.

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“Sophie, Sophie darling, wake up please.” Benedict whispered into her hair as he knelt by the bedside, twirling a curl in his fingers.

Sophie, now quite used to being awoken for midnight interludes, sleepily turned and caressed his face.

“Benedict Bridgerton, our wedding is in just a few hours. Can you not wait even that long?” she teased.

“I'm not here for THAT, Sophia Maria.” He laughed. “But now that you mention it…”

“Ben!!”

“Alright, alright, I'll stop. But I did come to get you for a reason. I need to show you something, introduce you to someone. Put on a dressing gown and proper shoes and meet me in the back garden in five minutes. No questions.”

He quickly kissed her and turned to leave.

“The garden? And just a dressing gown for meeting someone? Benedict, what is going on?”

“No questions, my love. Five minutes. I love you.”

Sophie watched, bewildered, as he shut the door behind him.

“Four minutes now, Soph.” He whisper-shouted, walking down the hall.

Six minutes later, Sophie joined him in the back garden.

“I don't know where we are going or why but we must hurry, Ben. The ceremony is in five hours time and your mother will be apoplectic if I am not in my room in two to get ready.”

“You are late, Sophia Maria.” He joked, tapping her nose. “But you look beautiful so I'll allow it. And my mother knows where we are going. I thought it best to tell her.”

He twirled her in the moonlight, the darkness only broken by the single candle he held.

“How can a dressing gown be so alluring?”

“The modiste picked this one personally. Said you would adore it. She seemed to know quite a lot about what you would like. I wonder why?” She fixed him with a teasing eye, enjoying how red he was turning.

“Sophie. Please don't.”

“Oh, Ben. You know I'm teasing, silly man. We agreed that our pasts are in the past, didn't we? Onward and upward to glory? Isn't that what you said? Hmmm?”

He stopped and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.

“Onward and upward, my Sophie.”

They walked endlessly, in Sophie's mind at least, no more words passing between them until they came to a small clearing. In the center stood an imposing granite stone. Benedict walked several paces ahead of her, coming to stand in front of the monument.

“Benedict, is this…?”

“I could not let our wedding day commence without you meeting my Father, Sophie. It is my disgrace that I haven't brought you here before, told you all about him. He is the reason I am the man you see today.” Benedict whispered, silent tears running down his face.

Sophie came to his side, grasping his hand and running her hand through his hair.

“Tell me about him, my love. I want to know everything.”

“I'm afraid we don't have time for everything.”

“It's our wedding, Benedict. They can't hold it without us. We will make time for this. They will wait.”

For the next few hours he told her everything about Edmund Anthony Charles Bridgerton, the eighth Viscount of the name. He told her of his love for nature, nurturing his second son's infatuation with rocks. His love for art and music. His kindness towards the tenants on their lands. His innovative contraptions like the baby carrier he made so he could hold both sons at once, when there were only two. He told her of his parents' love story, marrying at only 17 and 19. Welcoming Anthony barely 8 months after the wedding.

“So you see, my Darling, there is no need to be ashamed that we didn't wait. It's practically family tradition.”

“You are incorrigible!” She laughed as she buried her head in his shoulder, hiding her blushes.

“And you love me.”

“I do. Only God knows why, but I do.”

“He would've loved you too.”

“I hope I will make him proud, Benedict.” She said softly. “I know he is looking down with pride at you. The man you have become. I know I would be proud to have such a man as you as my son. I hope one day I can prove worthy of that pride as well, considering everything.

Benedict stared at his bride with surprise. Gathering her into his lap, he took her hand and stroked her hair.

“Soph. Your past and your parentage mean nothing. You had no one to rely on, to take care of you and…look at you, Sophie. You are strong, and smart, and loyal, and principled. You are the epitome of everything that is good and right in this world. I can only hope that someday I am worthy of your love and devotion. My father would, jokingly I hope, want to know why you were settling for me. You are truly the greatest person I know or will ever know. I am in awe of you every moment of every day and that will never stop, Sophie.”

“You are too good to me, Benedict Alexander Bridgerton.” She spoke through her tears.

“I will never be worthy of you, Sophia Maria Beckett, but I will spend every day trying to be.” he promised, capturing her lips in a kiss.

“The sun is rising, Soph. We better head back to the house.”

“One more minute, Darling. I want to gather some of these bluebells for my bouquet. And maybe for my hair, if you think that would be alright.”

Benedict choked back tears as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Bluebells were his favorite flower. It will be another way to bring him into our day. I love that idea, Sophie.”

“Will you braid them into my hair, my love? Here? Where he can be with us?”

With tears flowing, Benedict delicately twisted the fragrant blue flowers into his love's hair, in the shadow of his father's grave. As the sun rose over the land, a beam illuminated Sophie and Benedict.

“He is giving us his blessing, my Love.” He said as he kissed her hair. “ Now let's go make him proud.”

[mixelation]

oh yeah, i binged Buddy Daddies over the weekend! some thoughts (spoilers ahead)

If you haven't heard of it, Buddy Daddies is about two professional hitmen, Kazuki and Rei, who happen to be roommates (and they were roommates......). During one of their hits, they accidentally acquire a four year old girl named Miri and end up raising her. The set up for this is, and the escalation to them taking her in until they can find her mom to genuinely wanting to be her family, is zany but feels organic within the universe.

Now, the initial set up for this show is completely unhinged in a way that deeply entertained me. Kazuki, who is the "brains of the operation," is attempting to sneak himself and Rei (local pathetic wet man and "human weapon") into their mark's Christmas party by delivering a cake. Prior to this we see Kazuki cooking for Rei and feeling unappreciated for his efforts, with the implication that Rei never compliments his cooking, a hobby Kazuki greatly enjoys. Throughout this set up, we also see shots of a little girl walking around and asking strangers for directions.

The Christmas party is at a hotel. Kazuki pushes a cake cart into an elevator and Miri simply follows them in, a second before the doors close. She's amazed by the cake and Kazuki, who we are already having hints at having lost a previous family, and who is the more social of the two roommates, offers to let her try. Miri loves the cake, and Kazuki finally feels appreciated. Then they get off the elevator, and the entire assassination attempt goes to shit. There's a shoot out. The mark takes Miri hostage and aims a gun at her head. Shenanigans happen such that Kazuki ends up with Miri in his ams, and we don't feel bad at all when the mark is killed.

Not seeing anything else to do about her in the moment, especially since he can't go to the police, Kazuki takes Miri home with him. She doesn't know any information to help him get her home. She tells him she came to this city to find her papa, and she has a note from her mom explaining that.... her papa is actually the mark they killed, OOPS.

Oh, and Kazuki told her he's her papa as part of his rescue attempt.

The rest of the series is largely about Kazuki and Rei struggling with their personal demons and flaws, and learning to open up to each other and Miri and curb their negative qualities for both Miri's sake and their roommate's sake. Rei, for example, is a "shut in" who doesn't even try any household chores like cooking or cleaning. Kazuki has a gambling problem. They both have their own family dramas they have to face.

I've read a few complaints of queerbaiting in this show, but I don't think that's what's going on here. There's a couple jokes about Kazuki being a "mom," but they don't turn Kazuki and Rei into a "husband/wife, but they're both men!" style dynamic. They don't really tease the audience with forced semi-sexual or semi-romantic situations. It's made pretty clear by the end of the series that Kazuki and Rei love each other deeply, but they stay pretty non-romantic and non-sexual. The series just isn't concerned with this.

Miri is sort of a morality pet and doesn't really get her own character arc, but she still has her own personality. She also doesn't quite fall into "personalityless child is perfect cute prop"-- Miri gets obnoxious in fairly normal kid ways. The story is a little too afraid of letting her get hurt IMHO-- like, I get it's a zany fun comfort series, and certainly I don't want to see her in real peril and I definitely don't want her to be traumatized-- but she never has to overcome or deal with her own little four year old struggles. There's an episode where she has a hard time making friends, but this turns out to be because Kazuki insisted on dressing her in designer clothes, and the other kids don't want her to get them dirty. The problem is solved immediately by simply dressing her in cheaper clothes. Or, there's another episode where she "gets into a fight," but then it turns out it was an accident, and the other "mean" kid is won over simply by Miri liking the same video game as him.

I do appreciate that Miri witnesses two shoot-outs and also occasionally wakes up in strange new places and is not phased by any of these events. This series is a comedy, after all-- it's meant to be fun, and leaving the cute kid untraumatized is an important part of the tone staying fun. I'm not criticizing this choice with her. But I think she'd have been a stronger character and the family dynamic would have been deeper if, for example, she'd actually hit someone and her hitman co-dads had to deal with that.

My other big complaint is that the hitmen stuff is largely dropped after the first few episodes, but then comes up again in the climax, when Rei's mafia boss dad decides Miri and her mom need to die. Miri comes away unharmed in the resulting conflict, but her mom is killed. Kazuki then lies to Miri about where her mom is (although the last scene is post time-skip and it's implied Miri knows her mom is gone). Not showing Miri processing this loss at all takes away from her character. Also, the finale is that Kazuki and Rei quit being hitmen so they can raise Miri together.

My issue with this ending is one part I signed on for hitmen shenanigans, and one part that I think by leaning away from this premise, the ending feels..... kind of weird? Like it's heart warming that the papas want to change and be better for Miri, but also they are responsible for both her parents' deaths. How am I supposed to feel good about that? If they'd continued with the unhinged hitman premise, this stark contrast between "three unrelated people are a happy family" and "child living with her parents' killers" would have been easier to process thematically. Okay, that last characterization is a little harsh-- Miri's bio dad left her mom while she was pregnant and threatened to kill Miri, meanwhile her mom was killed by a different hitman, albeit explicitly for her involvement with Rei. But those technicalities are easy to embrace when I'm already leaning into a whacky show about morally loose hitmen, and harder to ignore when I'm supposed to take "no longer being a murderer for hire" as an important bit of character growth.

All that being said, I don't think the ending was a bad one. It was emotionally satisfying. The found family triumphed over Rei's shitty blood family. Rei and Miri finally made French toast. I was happy.

I found this show because it gets compared to Spy x Family a lot, probably largely because they aired concurrently. There are some similarities-- enough that I'd recommend Buddy Daddies to any Spy x Family fans without many qualifiers-- but Buddy Daddies is pretty firmly its own thing. While I think Anya is a better written kid character than Miri (see my paragraph about Miri not having to deal with her own conflict), I have been frustrated recently with Yor and Loid's lack of character development. Buddy Daddies largely delivers on its two "parent" characters' arcs. and yes, i realize part of this is that BD is a 12 episode complete series and SxF is an ongoing manga. Buddy Daddies is also entirely about family as a theme; Spy x Family goes into this a little, but I think it gets overshadowed by the dual-role and anti-war themes.

Overall, would recommend...... unless you hate kids. Then I think you will hate Miri's constant shrieks of joy LMAO

[fnaf-enthusiast]

FNaF 2 general Headcanons

Withered Freddy

He is still the same tbh

Nothing much changed for him and on him

He somehow drops even more dad jokes

'Raises' Toy Freddy like one would their son and the others always giggle at that

He deeply hates BB but won't show it openly, he probably doesn't even know himself why he dislikes him

Actually likes the new tunes the toy animatronics play but still prefers the songs his band used to play

Whithered Bonnie

We all know he has a lot insecurities now because of his face and his arm but mostly his face

He is the most insecure of the four and it shocks his friends to see him not only change appearance but also personality

He's now just deadpan walking around and sometimes makes a sarcastic joke or two

Though he sometimes still talks a lot and is back to his old self when he talks with the other withered animatronics

He actually doesn't hate his replacement they hangout sometime but it's more like a distant friendship

He also started to swear a lot more and it actually funny to see BB's expression when he hears those words

Withered Chica

She is a close second next to W. Bonnie when it comes to insecurities

She somehow still manages to keep that secret, she sometimes talks with Foxy and Bonnie about such stuff, and she is still very extroverted and happy

She's kinda sad she can't eat pizza anymore but she surprised herself by not caring about it that much

Loves to scare everyone with her broken voicebox and sometimes teams up with BB to annoy the others

Withered Foxy

He's not as flirty as used to be but he doesn't really care all that much

He's had his own insecurities a long time before and knows how to handle them

He turned the flirty jokes and dark jokes up a little now

He and Bonnie now take bets on who will start a 'fight' with who because the toy animatronics always manage to get into arguments

Scratches the wall with his hook and 'draws' his storys and tells them to BB

Once in a week or two he talks with the Puppet because he reminds him of golden Freddy a little

Golden Freddy

He's even more distant now

He already kept to himself but damn he sets new records for that

It isn't like he's insecure, he never really was, but he's afraid he might get a little too emotional when he sees they others

He hangs out most of the time he shows himself with the Puppet

They both are mostly silent or whisper to each other but they love to just observe what's going on in the pizzeria

Toy Freddy

He's like an average teenager

He would play fortnite if he could 100%

He sometimes tries to prank the withered animatronics but almost always fails and gets scolded by Freddy or cussed out by Bonnie

He and toy Chica make almost every day a food fight and sometimes W. Chica and W. Bonnie join

He rages relatively quickly when he loses, no matter what he's loosing at

A huge fan of ice cream, choko-mint to be specific

Toy Bonnie

He is very social but has small mood swings

One day he chats nonstop and the other he sits in W. Bonnies corner with him and talks about live

Is a little clumsy but covers it up by using a joke he got from W. Foxy or W. Freddy

He loves slushys(ya know what I mean, right?)

He always empties the machine and tries to mix every flavor possible

Has also no concersln about himself when he wants to win a bet and makes all types of crazy stuff

Toy Chica

She loves to talk with W. Chica and is from her personality a lot like her original

Sadly has no taste in music and somehow ends up with everyone teasing her about it

But she can tease back and she is very good at making people flustered

She can also be very sassy

Loves lollipops and would probably also love cotton candy

Mangle

my poor bby

She is very distant from the others

Has a lot of insecurities, knows that they should talk about it, but doesn't have a clue how to talk about her problems

Since mostly static comes from their voicebox they don't have that much courage to talk

But sometimes she talks with others, the others can understand W. Chica even though her voicebox is almost just as broken, most times they talk with W. Foxy or hang around Puppet because they find their presence comforting

Puppet

Is the calmest but also the most caring of everyone

Is almost like a therapist for everyone

They mostly keep to themselves but don't mind a nice soul keeping them company

Has a nice laugh wich reminds one of a small child

'Protects' BB when he once again gets in trouble for one of his pranks

Once in a blue moon they tease one of their friends in a fun, harmless way but they don't do that often because they are worried of hurting someones feelings

Baloon Boy

The biggest troublemaker of them all

But also the worst

Has distorted his laugh to scare the toy animatronics multiple times and got his ass almost yeeted across the pizzeria

Puppet is his safe zone

He loves cotton candy, he inhales that shit

Tied to learn the guitar on multiple occasions but somehow he can't learn it

Mad respect tho, he won't stop trying

He laughs at almost every joke, no matter if he understands or not

[auroraknux]

I'm still terrified about posting these, but I keep seeing other people posting headcanons/fanfics about Mario and Peach having kids, and I've caught the fever too. I won't be cured until I get all of this out of my head. So, here are my own headcanons/ideas about them as expecting parents (also featuring Luigi x Peasley).

Mario and Peach are both being depicted as trans here, FYI. Yes, that means Mario is the one carrying the babies. If you comment with anything transphobic, or about this being "cursed" or something, you're getting blocked. If you don't want to read something like this, then scroll past.

This is all taking place in some kind of game/movie combo AU, just to clarify.

Mario's mom knows before anyone else does. He's recently been dealing with nausea and dizziness, and feeling unusually tired. His symptoms act up when he and Peach visit his family. His mom experienced similar symptoms when expecting him and Luigi, so she recognizes it immediately. She convinces him to see a doctor. Sure enough, he's pregnant.

As soon as he tells Peach the news, he finds himself being showered in kisses. She's already thinking of names.

Luigi is so excited to be an uncle! He jokes about how much he's going to spoil Mario's kid.

When Luigi is visiting the Beanbean Kingdom, Peasley lightly teases him about his excitement. Luigi says that Peasley can be the kid's uncle too, and Peasley half-jokingly asks if Luigi is proposing. Turns out he is. He nearly drops the ring, before shyly asking if he wants to get married. Peasley finds it endearing, and answers with a passionate kiss.

Toadsworth is overjoyed when he finds out he's going to be a grandfather, to the point that he can't stop crying. (On a side note: I like to imagine that, aside from being Peach's father figure, he's also become like a second dad to Mario.)

Turns out it's twins! Seems like it runs in the family. Mario is ecstatic.

Mario and Peach aren't actually married yet. They decide this is as good a time as any to tie the knot. They don't announce the pregnancy until the end of the ceremony, but everyone kind of guessed because Mario's baby bump is visible through his tux. (Mario's family, who are obviously there too, already know and have barely been holding back from blabbing about it.)

Luigi, along with his and Mario's mom, frequently drop by to give Mario and Peach food that they've cooked. This is something they've both already been doing for a while, but they do it a lot more during the pregnancy (and for a while after that, while Mario is in recovery).

Mario's dad is aware of the fact that he wasn't exactly the greatest dad to Mario and Luigi when they were growing up. He promises to try and be a better grandfather.

Peach loves singing lullabies and reading to the babies. Mario finds it adorable.

Mario finds it difficult to get around in the later months, and has to be helped around the castle all the time. He's very grouchy and stubborn about it.

He's especially grouchy when he gets put on bedrest near the end. Peach tries to make him feel better by pampering him a lot, and giving him plenty of cuddles.

Shortly before the twins' birth, Mario expresses worry over whether he'll be a good dad. He talks about how his dad was tough on him, and how it was because of his dad's own upbringing; he's afraid of repeating the cycle. Peach assures him that won't happen, and that he'll be a wonderful father.

When Mario goes into labor, Luigi knows because he senses his brother's distress. He shows up to give extra support.

During labor, Bowser attempts to attack the kingdom. I say “attempts”, because Peach absolutely snaps, and sends him running with his tail between his legs. She quickly returns to Mario, to the relief of a panicky Luigi (whose hand was nearly broken).

Luigi is too worried for his brother to leave, but seeing him in so much pain makes him anxious. He is given tasks as often as possible, so he isn't just sitting there and freaking out the entire time. Somehow, he fusses over Mario more than Peach does.

Peach does everything she can to comfort Mario. Holding him close, kissing his head, stroking his hair, whispering encouraging words to him. She's as anxious as Luigi is, but desperately tries to stay calm for everyone else's sake.

The firstborn twin is a girl with brown hair and Peach's eyes. The second is a boy with blonde hair and Mario's eyes. They both have the Mario family nose.

Mario bursts into tears when he holds his children for the first time. He's wanted to be a dad for such a long time, and he can hardly believe that it's finally happening. He already loves them so much.

Luigi sends a photo of the newborns to Peasley, to tell him that he's an uncle. He receives a very long-winded response gushing over how cute they are.

Mario's whole family shows up to see the new babies. He's happy to see them, but is still very tired and quickly gets overwhelmed. Peach gently but firmly asks them to give him some space and let him rest. The family's attention redirects to Luigi, who now has to deal with questions about when his wedding is, and whether he's having any kids himself.

Peasley shows up a couple days later, with a ton of expensive gifts for both the new parents and the babies (and Luigi too, obviously).

After several months have passed, Luigi and Peasley have their own wedding. Mario and Peach leave the babies in the care of Toadsworth and the Toads. They love being parents, but are very tired and appreciate the break.

Between the Toads and Mario's family, Mario and Peach always have a lot of help with the babies.

Luigi and Peasley don't currently plan on becoming parents, at least not anytime soon. They love spending time with their niece and nephew, though. In turn, the kids love their Uncle Weegee and Uncle Peas.

[frenziedslashers]

Why Can't You Be Mine Already?

A/N: This is based on the idea that @joelsgeetar gave me! This was going to be multiple parts, but I suck at those so I just made it one for now. I hope to do a multi-chapter rick fic someday though :)) Sorry if this isn't the best either. Kind of started losing brain fuel halfway through 😭 Also tagging @catt-leya because they asked to be tagged :)

Pairing: Rick Grimes x GN!Reader

Request: What about Rick crushing on reader? How would he act? Would he confess? Would he show any jealousy? Does he get overly protective? Is he crazy like shane? (Bad joke). Fr I wanna know how this man is when he is IN LOVE. Bonus points if reader is a lil younger and related to Daryl. 😏

Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, MENTIONS OF CANON TYPICAL VIOLENCE AND BRIEF MENTIONS OF THE BIKER THAT SA'd CARL!!! mutual masturbation at the end, that's really it tbh.

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The sun hit your skin just perfectly. Making you glow like no one he'd ever seen before. He couldn't take his eyes off you, he never could.

"Rick," his head turned when he heard the familiar voice behind him. A welcoming smile graced his lips as Maggie came to stand behind him. "Y'starin' at them ain't gonna make them kiss ya any sooner," she teased her friend, noticing how his face flushed a little darker. Smiling at the way he ducked his head down, bashfully. "I know," he muttered. Everyone knew that Rick had these feelings for you, but he was so scared to act on them. After everything with Lori, he was afraid he might lose you. Or he might not love you the same. Or- "why don't you tell 'em?" God, he wished it was that easy.

He felt like he had sunk further into the ground he stood on as he thought. His mind racing with thoughts while his thumbs were hooked on his belt loops. "Maggie.." He muttered under his breath. "It ain't that easy. After Lori..." He frowned, and she nodded. "I understand, but sooner or later they're going to move on from you. Just gotta do like Glenn and me, we didn't waste no time." She added with a cheeky grin. "Which reminds me, Glenn wanted me to ask you if you could help him with the walkers on the fence? I gotta help Beth and Daddy with some things." He nodded, looking over to the Greene girl, "Yeah, 'course."

That was months ago, now. He still hadn't opened up to you. He was going to, but it seemed like every time he wanted to tell you the moment wasn't right. The outbreak inside the prison happened. Then Woodbury happened, then they attacked and everyone was left running. He wasn't even with you when everyone ran. You were stuck hiding in the forest, searching the nearest areas for survivors with Michonne. Not that you were complaining, you knew that she would protect you and you would do the same for her. She was a friend.

"So," she muttered, fingers grabbing at her sword to pull it out of the holder. "You and Rick, what are you?" She asked, decapitating a walker with a swift movement of her sword. You truly admired what she did. It was a talent you wished you had. "Friends, I guess?" She laughed at that, shaking her head before putting her sword back. "I see the way he looks at you, how Daryl tries to pull you away from him. I don't think he thinks you're just friends." She quipped, and you felt your palms go sweaty, eyes darting to the side while you scoffed. Trying to cover up how embarrassed you felt.

You shook your head, strolling next to her down the street. "No way, I'm too young for him. He's ten years older than I am, why would he like me?" She shrugged, "I don't know, but he does. He cares about you a lot. When the Governor attacked, he was quick to put you behind himself. To order you to run even though you stayed to fight. He cares," She smiled over at you, and you shrugged. You wanted the subject changed, looking around the street until you noticed an empty can. "Look, what's that?" You asked, the both of you lurking forward. Eyes looking around for any sign of danger until you both reached the can of.. pudding? It still had wet pudding inside of it as well. Looking at it, then at each other, and finally, at the house next to you both and the can.

Michonne was the first to head up the steps. Her sword ready, you holding the hunting knife Daryl had given you for your birthday so many years ago - who knew it would be this handy?

Her stiff stance made your furrow your brows. Cocking your head with a slight frown. "What is it?" You asked once noticing the tears rolling down her face. Stepping up to the window to peek through the boards when she stepped to the side. Seeing Carl and Rick was the best feeling you could have felt. Your heart burned with excitement as you looked at your friend and the both of you stepped up to the door.

The stiff knocks at the door had the father and son scurrying to their feet. Looking at each other while readying their weapons. Rick gulped before ordering Carl to step behind him. Holding his revolver to his side while peaking through the peek hole in the door. It was Michonne, and you.

Even after all of that Rick only greeted you with a smile and a tight hug, which he quickly departed from. It was frustrating for both of you. Mostly yourself. The mixed feelings you got from the man were torturous, and you could tell Michonne was just as annoyed by Rick's actions. The four of you decided to stay back for a while. At least until Rick healed up enough for you all to leave. Or so you hoped. A group of men chased you all out of the safety of the house after sneaking in while Rick slept in the upstairs bedroom.

"Rick," you muttered to the man, breath hitching when his knuckles grazed the back of your hand and his shoulder bumped against your own while you all walked the train tracks. Hoping to find others from the prison. "Yeah?" He asked, drawl strong in his voice. You opened your mouth to say something, but you didn't even know what you wanted to say. Pursing your lips while focusing on the scenery in front of you. Rick kept his eyes on you until you spoke. "I'm glad you're okay," he felt his heart stutter at those words. His stomach clenched when you reached and gently grabbed his hand with your own. His eyes met yours as you turned your head to look up at him, smiling. "I'm glad you're safe, too." He hummed with a smile, giving your hand a light squeeze. The both of you continue down the road like this.

It seemed like nothing could go easy for the four of you. Further down the road, you just happened to stumble upon the Biker gang that Rick just so happened to kill one of their men back at the house you all reunited at. You held your ground as they lurked forwards and threatened you all, but you froze up when you saw Daryl. Your older brother pushing forward and shouting that you were all off limits. "Daryl," you spoke, and the leader smirked, giving you a once-over while licking his teeth. "That your lover?" Daryl scoffed at his words, "No, I'm their older brother, what are you, sick?" Daryl asked with a scowl. The gaze darkened when he noticed the way the biker looked you over. The hunter was thankful for Rick who pushed both you and Carl behind him.

The fight was a lot, to say the least. You were drenched in blood, having stabbed the man that pushed you against a car with your knife. Michonne shook out of anger while standing over another body. Daryl looked you over to make sure you were safe. You were more worried about Carl though, once Daryl knew you were safe, he was, too. You all were. The boy crying while holding onto his dad like if he let go the man would get him again. You gave Rick a sympathetic glance, offering a weary smile, to which Rick nodded. Face covered in blood after biting into the leader's throat.

Further down the road only seemed to get worse, too. One event after another seemed to happen, but Rick was there to save you. Again and again. Whether it be from Walkers or the hellish communities you all came across. He wasn't losing you. He never would, not on his watch at least.

It wasn't until you all reached Alexandria that you were all able to relax. You especially found joy in the little community. Bonding with a couple of the people within the walls. Joining your brother when he would go over to Aaron and Eric's house - you especially liked their company. Daryl seemed to as well, you could tell.

You had been so focused on hanging out with some of the new people that you hadn't even noticed the way Rick stared at you each time he caught you with someone he didn't know. The way his eyes lingered on you with longing eyes; with want. It hurt seeing you with other people, and he couldn't help but think about what Maggie told him all those months ago. "Sooner or later they're going to move on from you." Maybe she was right, and this was it. He was slowly losing you from his grasp. You weren't as wrapped around his finger as you used to be - or at least he didn't think you were.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Rick muttered to you, grabbing your arm to ensure you wouldn't walk away from him. You noticed the look of worry and dread in his eye. Smiling softly while nodding. "Yeah, is everything all right?" He shrugged, motioning for a more private area. "Just.. Come on." He muttered, and you nodded, following him into the house.

He stood in front of you, but he didn't look at you. Both of you standing in the living room, his eyes fixated on the wall beside you. "Rick," you frowned, "what's wrong? You're scaring me," you added with a lighthearted chuckle. He finally looked at you, but his expression hardly changed. He still looked just as distraught. "I don't like you hanging out with Spencer," you furrowed your brows, confused as to where he was coming from. "I was just helping him out with some stuff." "I don't care, I don't like the way he looks at you," and you scoffed. You couldn't believe what he was saying to you.

A part of you was relieved that he still seemed to care, but that part of you was small. You were more annoyed and pissed than anything. Crossing your arms over your chest with a glare. "Why do you care?" You spat, and he winced at your tone. His own glare settled in his eyes. "Because I care, why do ya gotta be so damn stubborn?" Two could play at this stupid game. "Yeah? Well then you have to stop hanging out with Julie or whatever her name is." You shot back, and he looked taken back.

"What?" He asked in disbelief. "That blond chick, don't act like you don't know who I'm talking about. You see a damsel in distress and you go running to them. If you can make rules for me, I'll make rules for you too, Rick." He went back to staring beside you, but not for too long. Eyes snapping back to yours with a look you couldn't quite place. "Her names Jessie," "Do I look like I give a fuck?" He grinned, chuckling. "You act like you do." You rolled your eyes again, leaning back against the wall. "Oh please, don't act like you weren't just telling me to stop helping Spencer." You added, tilting your head, and his eyes stared. Flowing down to your lips, your neck... God, he wanted you so badly.

You caught his staring, smirking a little. "Deal?" He sighed, eyes tracing back up to yours. "Fine," you smiled, patting his chest, before pushing past him. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta go help Daryl with some stuff." He nodded, watching you leave. His eyes scanning over your body and wishing he would have just pulled you in for a kiss.

This went on for days longer, and it only seemed to get worse. You would catch him still talking with Jessie, so you'd talk to Spencer out of retaliation. Only pissing the former Sheriff off more. "I thought we had a deal!" He shouted, and you sniggered, "we did! But you broke it talking with Jessie yesterday! Don't act like I didn't see you, you asshat!" He looked genuinely hurt at the name-calling, and you almost felt bad. Almost.

"Jesus Rick! What are we even doing?" You hissed, and he stayed quiet. "What are we?" You snapped, but he had no idea how to answer that. "I don't know," he muttered, and you sighed, shaking your head before heading for the door. "Come find me when you figure out what the hell it is you do want, Rick. You don't find me soon, I'm gone," you muttered, the last bit of your phrase dripping with a hint of disappointment. You almost sounded, sad? He wasn't sure, all he knew was that he hated that tone in your voice, and the upset look in your eye as you stormed out. He was left standing there again, for the second time. Just this time it hurt him a lot more.

Daryl was the only person Rick could think about talking this out with. Dragging his feet to where he knew the hunter would be. Sitting in the workshop drinking a beer while fixing up his bike. "Hey," he muttered after the man when he realized he was just where he assumed. "You blew it, didn't ya?" Daryl asked without looking up from his work, and Rick furrowed his brow. The silence caused him to look up, shaking his head. "Don't act like I didn't know. I been their brother forever, Rick. I know when they like someone and I know when you like someone," he added, looking back down to what his hands were doing. "Everyone does," he muttered under his breath with a breathy chuckle.

Rick had no idea what to say, hands hanging awkwardly at his sides before pulling them up to cross over his chest. "Well, uh... Do I have your permission to ask them out? We had a fight, and they asked me what we were, I said I don't know." Daryl shrugged. "Rather it be you than any of the preppy pretty boys in this shit-hole." He added, looking up at Rick with a smile. "No promises they don' bite, though." Rick smiled, laughing lightly at that. Glancing down before his eyes met Daryls again. Noticing how his stare seemed to darken. "No promises I ain't gonna beat the shit outta ya if ya hurt 'em, too." He snarled, and Rick nodded. "I understand, I won't. You have my word," Daryl nodded. "Ya better go find 'em before they fuck the Monroe kid t'get back at ya." Rick rolled his eyes at Daryl's words, but he understood. Thanking the man before he turned to wander off and find you.

It took him nearly twenty minutes before he discovered where you were. Walking up to where you sat near the pond in town. Sitting next to you with a sigh. "Hey," you hardly acknowledged him. Rick ached, not realizing how much he loved your smile that always greeted him anytime he spoke to you. "Look, I'm sorry 'bout everythin', I just got worried 'bout you. I know you can handle yourself," he muttered, hands resting on the ground beside him, legs resting in front of him. "I just.." He sighed, "I care about you, a lot more than I'm comfortable with." You kept your gaze in front of you but listened to everything he said. "I was just so scared that I was losing you here, every time I looked you were with someone new. Chatting away, smiling, and don't get me wrong. I love seeing you happy, S'one of my favorite things, but..." He paused again, sighing as he raked his brain for words. "I hated that you stopped talking to me as much. I wanted it to be me makin' you smile like that. Me who you ran around with and laughed with." He ducked his head down. "It's stupid, now that I say it out loud." He chuckled, and you shook your head, smiling softly as you reached to grab his hand.

Rick's head jerked to look down at your hand. Smile slowly spreading to his lips as he looked up to meet your eyes. His gaze was soft, speaking all the words he wanted to say. "I like you too, Rick Grimes," you spoke, and he smiled more. "That mean Spencer's out of the picture?" You hummed, teasing him by pretending to think, even though you knew the answer was 'yes'. It was always yes. "Yeah, only if Jessie is too." He snickered, bringing his arm to wrap it around your shoulders, leaning his head on top of yours. "She never was in the picture," he commented before you both fell quiet again.

"S'a pretty view." He stated, and you smiled, "Yeah, it is," you sighed, "Think sleeping would be a nicer view," you chuckled, and he nodded, his own body screaming for him to go to bed with how late it was. "Wanna lay with me?" He asked, and you smirked, "No promises I won't keep ya up," he chuckled, shifting so he could stand up and pull you up to your feet as well. "Well, we better get there fast so we aren't up any later than we gotta be." He cooed, staring down at your lips with a soft hum. You didn't stand long enough for him to be able to kiss you, though. Pulling him off towards the house.

His eyes were on you the whole time. Watching your body as he drug behind you. Just the thought of lying next to you got him hot and bothered. Cursing himself mentally for how much you turned him on. For how touched deprived he really was. If anything, the hand-holding wasn't helping the tent that slowly grew in his pants. Growing more and more uncomfortable with each step. All he could think about was your hand compared to his, and how his dick would feel in your hands.

The second that door to the bedroom closed behind you both, he was shoving you up against the wall. A hiss leaving your lips at the force of his actions. "Shit, Rick," you hummed with a smirk, "You want me bad, don't ya?" He only grunted in response, mouth moving straight to your own. "Wanted ya for a while," he murmured against your lips, caging your body with his own. His breathing only hitched when your fingers snaked into his hair and pulled. God, he forgot how much he loved that feeling. Pressing his body against you while kissing you with force.

He was quick to move down to your neck. Kissing and nipping, leaving hickeys in order to make sure that Spencer and everyone else that looked at you got the message that you were his. The noises you made from the action were just a plus. His hands pawed and groped at your skin before hastily working on removing the clothing from your upper body. He was far from gentle when he did this. Ripping and tugging at the fabric. "Jesus, you dick," you huffed out, "Lucky this isn't my favorite shirt," you scoffed, and he chuckled, pulling his own shirt over his head.

You were quick to shut up at the other's exposed skin. Both of you eating each other's figures up. Hands roaming in order to map the other's bodies. Both of you found where the other seemed to like to be touched the most. It was your turn to leave marks, though. Pushing him towards the bed while your mouth latched onto his collarbone. Kissing and sucking while pushing him down onto the bed. Climbing over him so you were straddling his lap with a grin. Leaving a mess of hickeys on his neck that showed the shape of a heart. Pulling back to admire your work and the panting mess that Rick had become underneath you. "There, now no one's gonna be takin' you from me either." You snickered, and he smirked. He loved feeling owned just as much as he loved feeling like he owned you now, in a sense.

He was quick to grab at your thighs when you ground down against him, a growl leaving from behind his teeth while he clenched his jaw. Watching as you repositioned your legs so you were between his thighs. Smirking at the curious glint in his eyes, and the way his face seemed to turn even more red than before.

"What're you- fuck!" He snarled, bucking into your hand as you palmed him through his jeans. His head fell back with parted lips. He was beautiful. "Just let me take care of ya, Rick," you cooed, and he nodded, "Fuckin' hell, just take m'jeans off, please." he pleaded, and it was like music to your ears. "Anything for you, baby," you teased, trailing kisses over his chest while undoing his pants. Working quick since you were just as eager as he was. Daryl was right, too. You did bite, but Rick wasn't complaining in the slightest. If anything, it just had him eager for more. Hands grabbing eagerly at the back of your head when you leaned down to pull him in for another kiss.

His lips parted when you finally undid his jeans and reached past his boxers for his dick. His hips bucked into your hand when your thumb brushed over his tip. "Fuck, feels so good," he blurted, and you smiled, hand working up and down his shaft after spitting into your own palm while he became a panting and grunting mess below you. Biting his bottom lip to do his best to stay quiet. "Shit, wanna fuck you so bad," he murmured, and you hummed, feeling your stomach knot up at the thought. "Really? Why can't I fuck you?" He shuddered at the thought, growling into the kiss he pulled you in for.

Rick was grabbing at your jeans while you continued jerking him off. Calloused hands pulling your pants down enough so he could reach down into your own boxer to touch you. Pulling away from the kiss to spit on his own hand and give you the same treatment. His hand reached down your undergarments in order to grab you. Your hips thrust into his hand at the contact. "Shit, Rick," you hissed, and he smirked, though it quickly faded. Furrowing his brows with a groan when you squeezed his shaft.

The both of you touched each other until you were both reaching your highs. Rick was the first to go, and you followed shortly after. Fluids covering each other's hands. Rick panted while pulling his jeans off the rest of the way in order to feel more comfortable in the bed. Watching as you did the same.

"Shit, haven't felt that good in ages," you murmured, and he chuckled, nodding his head. "Neither," he lazily spoke. Eyes feeling even heavier than when you were both sitting at the pond. He still brought himself to stand up, though. Throwing his legs over the side of the bead to head for the bathroom. Coming back with a towel in order to wipe the both of you down. Giving you a chaste kiss while tossing the towel back toward the bathroom. Settling when it hit the tiles right at the entrance before climbing back into bed next to you. "Next time we're more awake, maybe we can do more than just that," he murmured into the side of your head as he pulled you close. A small hum left your own throat as you lazily draped yourself over him. "Definitely, not lettin' ya go now," he smiled, "You're just as stuck with me."

[ghostclowning]

another day of zhushen agenda BUT it's ZZL being unreasonably hot when SQQ least expects him to. Like when he's talking to SQQ politely and calmly, then some demon tries to approach them and he gives them such a death glare that the poor thing perishes immediately regardless of its intentions. Then he turns back to SQQ and he's now absolutely normal. But SQQ isn't normal at all. He's never been hornier in his life. Gentle ZZL is cool but /srs ZZL???maybe even mad ZZL?? Fuck yes. Although perhaps he's feeling so safe thinking about such things only bc he knows for sure his husband won't ever intentionally hurt him. He really wants to hear ZZL call him a "bad boy" now though, whew.

And SQQ also likes to randomly touch ZZL muscles(if it doesn't distract him, of course...but sometimes even if it distracts him. After all, so far he never objected). Pure amazement. He wonders if ZZL could beat LQG if they had no swords(of course he wouldn't let these two fight, this sure would end up traumatic for both...but just for the sake of mental experiment? It's never wrong to imagine hot men in blood-). And he also thinks how he can do whatever with ZZL only bc ZZL chooses to allow him. Like "I braid his hair but he could easily braid my limbs! Sheesh!" But ZZL is just ready to tolerate any shit he does, even when he goes drinking with SQH(it never ends well)(ZZL gives him the /srs stare afterwards which SQQ a little bit enjoys ... secretly....).

[The truth is, he probably considers literally anything still better than standing lines for lewd fanfics]

Sometimes SQQ purposely tries to tease ZZL, but it often leads to an outcome he didn't expect, even if at first things go smoothly...He once tried to make his snake husband a little jealous, joke-flirting with soemone, but ZZL was just keeping silent, although he clearly was upset. Once they were left alone, he said he thought what he and master Shen had was just between them. SQQ was just heartbroken cuz his boy seemed so sad about it<3 He tries to reassure ZZL he was just fucking around but then ZZL pins him to the wall, grabs both his hands, immobilizing him with ease, his glance calm as ever but unusually stern.

"Master Shen has spoken enough today. But I see that I don't satisfy master Shen enough."

"Not at all, Xizhi-lang..."

"I have a name."

"...Ah? Sorry, Zhuzhi-lang...You really satisfy me! I was just being silly..."

"No need to pretend now. I understand," Zhuzhi-lang leans in and shuts him up with a kiss. Oh no. Practice shows that his 'understanding' of things is often different from normal... "If so, I'm afraid I have to fix my mistakes."

His firm tone makes SQQ feel things. God damn it, maybe he actually doesn't mind whatever is going to happen now. Although it wouldn't be so sweet if ZZL gave him a dose of blood parasites to control him. Yeah that would be less hot.

"I will make love to you all night. For every sound that you make, I will keep going."

SQQ had no idea how vocal he was in bed until now, and he cursed this trait of his now, because he also had no idea how long demons can go on. ZZL only let him go when he started literally begging for mercy. This really was enjoyable until SQQ got completely exhausted, and when he realized ZZL still stops when he asks properly, he thought that he certainly will do this again... sometime. When he's able to walk again, probably. Maybe.

SQQ also grew used to the snakes, even the demonic ones. When ZZL is not home, he talks to them instead. Keeps a little bowl of water for them even. Unexpectedly, him befriending the snakes actually helped to get them out of his bed... When ZZL saw how friendly he got with them, he gave him a strange look, but he hasn't found a single snake in his bed or in his clothes since. They still were everywhere else around the house, but, apparently, have learned that some things are not to be touched. They still touch master Shen himself though, but they, apparently, also were taught not to do so if master Shen minds...and this man once said he can't do anything about his snakes, huh?

And also SQQ collected a piece of snake skin ZZL shed. When ZZL found out, he was a little...repulsed. "Why would one collect something that came off their body? You don't collect fallen off hair..."

"But it's not hair! It's a piece of snake skin. It looked cool."

"...Should I start collecting master Shen's dead skin..."

"...uhm, alright, alright, you have a point. Please don't-"

"If master Shen likes such things, I could-"

"Please don't"

SQQ had no doubt ZZL could make all the snakes shed right in their house, and he clearly didn't need that. Did SQQ get rid of that one piece of snake skin though? Absolutely not.

[all-pacas]

sorry if you've answered this before, but why do you think cameron and chase fell for one another? i feel like the show doesn't really tell us? on chase's end, i could see it being 'cameron's smart and hot' and there's the challenge/satisfaction of landing someone who says they're not going to fall for you. maybe also something there about being with someone who's so certain of things? on cameron's side idk. i know why i like chase but doubt they would be cameron's reasons, lol. i mean he's hot and smart too but she doesn't seemed to be that into him being smart. he builds her up? gives her advice? will mostly go along with what she wants since he doesn't have a lot of strong preferences?

SHORT ANSWER: We don't know.

MEDIUM ANSWER: We don't know, but there's certain things we can extrapolate. All the way back in S1, they're shown to be friends (and if Cameron considers Foreman a friend, she absolutely would Chase as well); they get along — I think Chase is just about the only cast member Cameron doesn't feud with at one point or another — and joke around together. They stick up for one another too: Cameron tries to intervene in S1 when Chase is worried about getting fired, and Chase sticks up for Cameron a couple times (and is openly worried about her in Hunting even before the hookup). They respect one another as people and colleagues, they are attracted to one another.

You can make a decent case that Chase has a little crush on Cameron dating all the way back to Occam's Razor; in a deleted scene in the same episode Cameron confirms she is attracted to him too but has no intention of pursuing it. It's not all that deep, but honestly? We get along, we like one another, we're physically attracted to one another is a pretty normal reason for people to date.

LONG ANSWER: It's not too hard to figure out what Chase would see in Cameron, because he's pretty naked about his desperation for someone/anyone to give him attention and validation. Cameron is nice. She is soft. Chase is someone who has been rejected and alone most of his life and is "fall for someone on the first date" desperate for intimacy and connection, and Cameron has that in spades. He thinks she's a good person. He likes teasing her in a very "twelve year old boy flirting" sort of way (see: Spin); considering how lowkey standoffish Chase can be, it's actually kind of telling how friendly he is towards her from the start. In his heart he is a very boring person who would love to stay in and watch TV and cuddle up on the sofa, and Cameron is perfect for that. Cameron cares about everything, passionately and forcefully. She is (affectionately) a bit of a control freak. Chase tends to be passive and lazy; I think he honestly probably likes being bossed around by her, he likes her taking charge, because that means she cares and he wants that. Chase is someone who cares deeply but hides it with apathy because he's been burnt a lot; Cameron can draw him out. We actually see this: he's completely devoted to her, he is happy to go along with her.

It's a bit harder to see what Cameron gets out of the relationship, but I think the main one is security. Cameron's Dead Husband fucked her up. She defines herself by her loss, she is terrified of falling in love again, losing another love, being vulnerable. She's, again, a bit of a control freak: we see with Chase she always has to be in control of the relationship, she freaks out when she isn't. Cameron's stubborn, and kind of defiant: she quits her job when she doesn't get what she wants in S1 (and arguably S3); she never gives an inch, she would rather make herself miserable than compromise anything. And Chase is surprisingly good at dealing with this. He's patient with her. He gives her space and time and doesn't make many demands, but he's also not afraid of speaking up. Look at him in The Itch: when he talks about the drawer, he already knows why she's doing this, he gets it, but he also doesn't back down. Cameron loves to shoot herself in the foot (see Saviors, she blows up her entire relationship because she's afraid), but Chase is super observant and he can read her like a book. He doesn't let her walk all over him, he can certainly be snippy and passive aggressive, but… he gets it. He lets her get away with a lot of bullshit. When she dumps him in S3, he sees right through that into you like me, though. Cameron kind of needs to be pushed. She needs to be chased. And likewise, I think Chase's brand of very stubborn devotion is… good for her. She's afraid of hearbreak, and he won't let her blow up their relationship out of fear. Cameron is also a control freak, and Chase likes to be pushed around a little, lol. She gets to call the shots and know he's happy about it.

And again. They get along. They like one another. They like to joke around, we see them both tease and troll one another. They respect one another, and, yes, they're also really attracted to one another, like, that actually matters. It's silly they make out all over the hospital, but: they have a good sex life. They match one another's freak. That actually does matter. Even before they dated they were compatible; the whole reason they started fwb dating was because they were compatible. They probably were into some stuff.

Of course, they always have big looming problems, too: they have completely contradictory trauma responses and so at the first sign of major trouble they're going to crash and burn (Cameron is gonna run, emotionally and probably also physically, and Chase is gonna push her away/go into a defeatist spiral because he's expecting to be let down once again). But when things are good? I think things were usually really good.

[newtonsheffield]

Hi, Molly! Could you share your favorite Kate and/or Anthony scenes from season 2? And what are your thoughts on not showing their wedding? Were you happy with the epilogue?

My favourite Kate and Anthony scenes from season 2? Okay

If you want a more thorough review of Season 2 I really would recommend watching my Tea and the Ton Videos, yeah, they're long and you have to put up with my bad jokes and me calling a man we've never seen Dilf Daddy Sharma, but I also burst into tears randomly and stab myself in the eye while doing some bee themed makeup so... Ya know. And each episode gets a discussion of about an hour and a half

But my favourite scenes are in no particular order

Kate listening to Anthony talking about being a man of action and realising she feels a kinship with what he's saying. I also love the moment after Kate's spoken to Lady Danbury and you can see Kate slip back into her mask before she rejoins the party. I think in that moment we see, just for a second how lonely Kate really is. And it's very different from the face she shows everyone else

Pall Mall. I love seeing Kate and Anthony be themselves, I love her getting to tease him, and Anthony relaxing a little bit and their stupid little giggles when they fall in the mud are so cute. And I like that Kate's almost disappointed when Anthony just abandons their game because she was actually enjoying herself with him.

Hearts and Flowers. I love the slow motion, I love the tension, I love the moment they realise this isn't something they can really ignore anymore. I love that Kate wants to dance with Anthony, but she also doesn't because she's afraid to let herself know what that feels like and Anthony's the same way. He wants to ask her to dance, but he's afraid of what he'll do because every time he's close to her it's so hard to control himself. And I love the scene afterwards where you can tell in that moment Kate does hate Anthony. Because if it wasn't for him the job she came to England to do would be so much easier. She wouldn't have to worry about the fact that her heart feels like it's going to pound out of her chest every time she's around him.

I know, I know this is a really sad scene But I like the scene where Kate tells Anthony to marry Edwina. Purely because you can see their true characters. You can see that Kate's taught herself to push down every feeling she's ever had and she believes that she can repress whatever she's feeling for him. She can. Because she has to. And you also see that Anthony would do anything she asked him to do. Even if what she wants is the opposite of what he wants.

I don't think I need to mention that the Gazebo Scene is in here. Both of them letting themselves go and being stupid sluts. Perfection.

When Anthony B bares his whole entire soul I almost forget what a dumb fuckboi he truly is and when he cries over Kate being okay: Honey, you're perfect, never change.

The epilogue is three minutes of cinematic perfection. I love how stupidly happy they are. I do. I love it They wanna stay in bed and fuck all day: as they should. And they absolutely do not let the fact that there are actual children watching stop them from sticking their tongues down each other's throats. Perfect. No notes.

Also we know I love the Kate and mary scene. I write an entire essay on it.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

I have a request, if you don't mind? Marilyn x fem teacher reader that is a weretiger? Like instead of a werewolf, the reader is a weretiger. I was thinking reader is Marilyn's first friend at Nevermore, reader showed her around Nevermore when she first started teaching, eats lunch and goes to Jericho with her etc. Eventually though, another teacher that is a werewolf starts flirting with Marilyn, trying to stake his claim on his "normie prize" despite her uncomfortable rejections he keeps being pushy flirting with her until jealous reader tells him off and he challenges reader to a fight (werewolves and weretigers don't get along) reader is like, "Marilyn isn't some prize to be won but if that's what it takes for you leave her alone, so be it." They fight and reader mops the floor with obnoxious werewolf, afterwards reader picks Marilyn up and takes off with her into the woods and they confess their feelings for each other. Marilyn is turned on by reader fighting for her and reader is desperate to rub her scent all over Marilyn so they make love right there in the woods. Maybe power bottom Marilyn? I appreciate it! 🫶

Yesss here it is!!!! I hope you like and sorry about the language mistakes :)))))

Eye of the tigress

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Teacher, Weretiger! Reader

Warnings: Smut, werewolf and weretiger things, stalking, fluff

Word count: 4,262

Summary: You loved her, and you were sure that she did to. But Nevermore is full of morons who think that they have the right to take her. You have to show them that no one can hurt your redhead

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Yuck, lettuce…” You said amused, pushing that vegetable away from your steak. Marilyn looked at you and smiled.

Since she arrived at Nevermore there was not a day that you did not spend together. She was normi, she was different, but you didn't care about it, she immediately became your best friend. She was sweet, tender, kind… You loved her. Being the only normi on the Nevermore staff, it was to be expected that she wouldn't fit in very well with the rest of the teachers.

Luckily she didn't seem to mind at all. She had you and that was enough for her, at least that's what she told you.

Little by little, lunches and coffees in Jericho became more usual. The more you talked, the more you liked each other. Naturally, neither of you would recognize it, but it was quite evident in your smiles, in your eyes. You were so close and surely  there was something between you that went beyond mere friendship. You just had to find the right moment.

“It wouldn't hurt to eat some vegetables once in a while, (Y/N),” the redhead teased, drinking some water.

You raised your eyebrows and pointed the fork at her.

 “Be careful redhead, you seem more and more appetizing to me,” you said, earning another of her tender smiles.

But she was right, you didn't like vegetables and you had a good reason. You were an unusual species, a weretiger, and you loved being one, especially to scare your students. A werewolf had nothing to do with you.

“I can't wait for you to sink your teeth into me…” She murmured, suggestively.

Yes, you were like this all day, but none of you complied with what she suggested. You thought maybe she was afraid of you, that she didn't know what a relationship with someone like you could be like. It was a situation that was becoming more and more unbearable for you. The desire to make that sweet redhead yours was becoming more and more unbearable too.

You were sweating, your heart was pounding, and your instincts had become somehow uncontrollable. You were wild, nervous, but you kept calm, settling for walks in the woods or lunches. You'd have to do something soon or you'd go crazy, and that wasn't good for Nevermore furniture.

“Careful what you wish for,” you said, taking a bite of that delicious steak.

She smiled with slightly flushed cheeks. Laughter and jokes were so common that you had even gotten used to spending the whole day smiling, although sometimes not everything went as well as it seemed.

You wrinkled your nose when you caught an unpleasant odor, one you knew  too well.

“Is everything alright?” Marilyn asked, seeing how you sniffed the air, stopping eating.

You shook your head, looking around for the source of that horrible smell. You soon found it. Mark Peterson, another of your co-workers, another teacher from Nevermore had entered the restaurant. You had a special hate for him.

He was a werewolf. Your species didn't get along particularly well with them. You were ancient enemies, for no reason. It was an irrational hatred that passed from generation to generation. In this case it went beyond pure enmity. Mark was a nasty, cocky, petulant guy. You didn't have any sympathy for him. You had werewolf friends, good and funny people. He wasn't funny at all, and even more so when he had a clear intention of getting closer to Marilyn.

“Hello, Miss Thornhill…” He said humming, leaning on your table, turning his back to you, of course. You couldn't help but growl.

“Hi Mark, how are you?” The redhead asked kindly. You hated that she was always so nice, it didn't seem to bother her at all, and it made your hands shake.

“Hungry,” he said, sighing, continuing his willful ignorance of you. Marilyn smiled, but she didn't respond. “I was thinking that you and I… We could go out tonight. You know, a few drinks, some dances, what do you say?”

You were furious and terribly jealous. You couldn't stand his pathetic attempts to flirt with her. You knew she didn't like boys, but still you couldn't help but seethe with anger, plunging the knife into the remains of your steak.

Mark turned around, putting on a face of mock surprise.

“Oh, (Y/N), you're here…” He said in a false, cocky tone.

“Yes, I'm here,” You answered defiantly.

“I, I, I'm afraid I can't, tonight I have a lot of work, maybe another day,” the redhead said, seeing how the tension began to build between you two.

“Oh, it's a shame, Marilyn…” He whispered, too close to her, too close. Marilyn smiled sheepishly and stood up, clearly embarrassed by the presence of that idiot.

“I have, I have to go to the bathroom, excuse me,” she said before almost running out of there.

He looked at his nails and then back at you, smiling.

You looked behind him to see Marilyn walk into the bathroom. Then you stood up, leaning into him, defiantly.

“Go away, Peterson. This is a private lunch,” you hissed, noticing your inner tigress screaming to get out  and rip his skin off in strips.

“Are you going to force me? It doesn't seem like Marilyn was very uncomfortable,” he said, accepting your challenge with his eyes.

“Then you're blind,” you said, moving closer to him.

“You have nothing to do, (Y/N). She needs someone like me, not a defenseless kitten like you,” he told her, making you hit the table with your fist, attracting the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Don't put on a show. I'm leaving, but rest assured I won't stop until she's mine. Good luck to prevent it,” he said before leaving.

You sat back down chewing furiously at your steak, wishing that idiot would get hit by a car or something.

He had been flirting with the redhead for some time. As much as she rejected him, he kept insisting. It'd put you in a bad mood, it'd make you grumble, you'd even once had to drink a serum that prevented you from transforming when your feelings are uncontrollable.

The days passed quietly. You were walking with Marilyn through the woods. You loved to see her observing the wild flora, enjoying nature. They were moments of authentic peace, of relaxation. Maybe it was the best time to confess your feelings. You were in a hurry to do it, black vultures were stalking poor Marilyn and you didn't want them to pounce on her.

You were in heaven, lying on the grass with the redhead resting on your chest. There was nothing to tell you that this was a romantic act, but you played with your hands while you breathed the fresh air of the forest, of the plants.

You had your eyes closed, you could fall asleep right there, with her on your chest, placed between your legs against a tree. If that wasn't romantic, then God would come down and see. It was a normal interaction between you, but that afternoon you felt something different, an uncontrollable desire to finally confess what you felt.

“Marilyn… I… I have to talk to you,” you whispered, causing her to turn around and nod. “Well I… I don't know where to start.”

She smiled, but her eyes sparkled with expectation. Could it be possible that Marilyn was waiting for you to make the first move?

“Relax, I'm sure you'll find the way,” she said, getting closer to you. You swallowed nervously.

“Well... I... I was thinking that maybe you and I...” You sighed, noticing how her lips were getting closer to yours.

“You and I…” She repeated, leaning her head towards you, closing her eyes.

It was the moment. At last you were going to kiss her lips. Words were not needed, you must have imagined it. There was nothing to say, just things to do, things you'd been dreaming of since the day you met her.

But you didn't have much luck even when you were already touching her lips. Your nose wrinkled again and you shook your head, looking around you in a state of alertness, heightened by your instincts.

“What's wrong?” Marilyn asked, clearly frustrated. You gestured for her to be quiet and sniffed around you.

“I can't believe it... Peterson,” you said with disgust. Marilyn looked at you, unable to say anything, and she rose from the tree.

“Get out of there,” you said.

Indeed, the werewolf appeared among some bushes, with a cocky smile and his hands in front, in a gesture of peace.

“Hey, calm down, kitty. I have seen you coming and I have decided to keep you company. I adore nature, you know?” He said, addressing Marilyn, who backed away, but without success. Mark put an arm around her shoulders pulling her closer to him.

You huffed, feeling the blood pool in your fists. Your mouth begin to make dangerous growls.

“Come on, stop playing the fool, I know you're wanting to know what it feels like with me…” He said cheekily. Marilyn smiled kindly, pulling out of his grasp.

“You're, you're very kind, but I…” She said, running away from him, who kept stalking her.

“Come on, don't be shy, I'll treat you kindly, I promise…” He said, chasing her until she was behind you, using you as a shield.

You didn't take your eyes off him. You were so desperate to keep your instincts from coming out that you couldn't even yell at that slime. You felt powerless and furious.

“Hey, striped cat, get away from my trophy,” he said, speaking to you with contempt.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Marilyn was not a trophy, she was the woman you loved. You found it so disgusting that that werewolf had the shamelessness to speak like that about your friend, about her...

You couldn't take it anymore, you had to put things in their place once and for all.

“Enough!” you yelled, unable to help but roar as the words left your mouth. “She is not a trophy! She is a woman and you have to respect her and leave her alone once and for all.”

Mark's eyes widened in surprise at your screams. But he didn't back down, he looked at you defiantly.

“Stay out of this,” he said, growling too, approaching you.

“I'll go wherever I want. Leave her alone or you and I are going to have problems,” you hissed too.

“Is that what you want? Having problems?” He asked narrowing his eyes. The wind began to blow through the trees, making it increasingly clear that this was not going to end well.

“I don't know. Maybe if you get out of my sight I can forget about this,” you said. Marilyn punched you on the shoulder.

“(Y/N), let's go, I don't want you to have problems because of me,” she said, with a pleading look while she took your hand. An overly loud growl came from the werewolf.

You sighed, looking into the terrified eyes of the redhead. You wanted to settle accounts with that miserable guy, but she worried you much more. You nodded, closing your eyes and trying to stop your chest from rising and falling so rapidly.

“I'm not wasting time with you, Peterson,” you said, putting an arm around Marilyn's shoulder and walking back to Nevermore.

“Single combat!” The werewolf yelled, stopping you.

“What?” You said, turning to sneer.

“You heard me. Let's bet that delicious normi,” he told you, smiling, quite sure of himself.

“Marilyn is not an object,” you hissed, walking angrily toward him. “Do you hear me, asshole?”

“What did you call me?” He asked indignantly. Returning to his challenging position.

“Asshole,” you repeated, savoring each letter.

He laughed mockingly.

“You can insult me if you want, but you're a coward. You don't have the guts to fight with me. And so you intend to defend your territory?”

That statement made you tremble with rage. You looked back at a terrified Marilyn who wanted to run away. You grunted, looking away. At that moment you were determined.

“Very well, you disgusting garbage, you will have your single combat,” you said through your teeth. He smiled and nodded in satisfaction, feigning a sort of bow.

The two of you walked into a nearby clearing, closely followed by a trembling Marilyn.

There you were, face to face, with your eyes fixed on each other. The combats were exhilarating and most of the time you fought with your companions to vent your needs. This time was not like the others. The honor of the woman you loved was at stake. Her dignity as a person.

“The first one to give up, or can't keep fighting loses, the winner gets the prize,” Mark said, taking off his shirt, blowing a nasty kiss at Marilyn, who made a disgusted face.

“Marilyn is not a prize,” you hissed, doing the same, staying only with your t-shirt, which you already assumed you were going to destroy. You didn't want to show your bare chest to that sick monster. Marilyn picked up your jacket from the ground as she shook her head.

“(Y/N), please, don't do it,” she begged you. You smiled and winked at her.

“Don't worry, I'm not going to let that wretch lay a hand on you.”

“That will have to be seen!” Mark yelled, leaning his neck.

You grunted and ran a hand over Marilyn's cheek. She was on the verge of tears.

“Shall we start?” He asked, bending down. You didn't answer, you just nodded.

The werewolf growled at the timid moon that could be made out in the reddish evening sky and began to transform.

You did the same, closing your eyes. A tigress like you doesn't need something as simple as the moon. You could transform whenever you wanted. Little by little a striped fur began to sprout on your skin and the clothes you were wearing were left in tatters on the ground.

The wolf howled, you roared. The fight had started.

The wolf started running towards you, you ran towards him. In that state you couldn't think clearly, you only saw an enemy in front of you, you didn't see anything else.

The two of you collided and immediately started biting and clawing. You sank your teeth into his flesh and he clawed at your chest with his claws. You were a mass of fur and angry snarls. You roared as his teeth sank into your neck, but with one furious claw you managed to push the wolf off of you.

He howled in rage and charged at you again knocking you to the ground, biting one of your arms. Your eyes locked on his. The looks were intense, furious, instinctive. You had to beat him anyway.

It looked like he was getting the upper hand, not letting you move, but with a thunderous roar, you managed to push him away again, hurling him to the ground. Your breaths were intense and the grunts filled that small clearing.

You began to walk in circles, surrounding each other, trying not to turn your back. He reached his teeth, but missed. You gave him a claw, you also missed.

The wolf paused for a moment, looking at a terrified and frightened Marilyn, licking its lips as he gasped.

Seeing the scared eyes of the redhead, you roared again, not expecting to see a gesture like that again. With an agile and elegant jump, you managed to land a strong claw blow to his chest, making him bleed and leaving him on the ground, writhing in pain.

You had no mercy, you threw yourself on top of him and you roared in his face, with force, with rage. The wolf began to whine pathetically.

You had won. He no longer made efforts to attack.

You roared again and released your hold on him. Immediately the wolf turned, fleeing with howls of pain, getting lost in the woods.

You turned around, still with angry eyes. Marilyn's jaw dropped, and she was hesitant to move closer. Your appearance was elegant, but terrifying. You were a predator after all. You tried to catch your breath and slowly approach her. Marilyn didn't move from where she was.

You breathed hard in front of her and bowed yourr head, showing respect, showing the victory you had achieved. She looked at you a little shaky, but soon after she smiled, looking you up and down.

“(Y/N)…” She sighed, stroking your fur.

You grunted with pleasure and shyly picked the redhead up in your arms, carrying her through the woods.

She laughed funny, while you ran through the trees, with her hooked on your neck. You soon found a good place to return to your human form. An idyllic place, next to a small river. Very carefully, you left the redhead on the ground. You looked at her with bright eyes and stepped away from her a bit, letting all your anger drain away. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to go back to being human for quite some time.

Little by little your size decreased and the shiny fur that covered your extremities began to disappear. Marilyn approached you, immediately covering you with your own jacket. You blinked several times and looked at your naked body, now with some wounds and bites.

“My God, (Y/N), you're hurt,” she said, looking down at your body. You smiled, carefree. All those wounds had been worth it.

You dropped to the ground and pulled her wrist so she would do the same.

“You're crazy…” She told you, covering you better with the jacket. You looked at her, with a unique feeling in your life. Love, sincere love.

“Yes, for you, Marilyn,” you finally said, taking her hands in yours. The tender smile that drew her lips told you that you did well telling her. “I had… I had to protect you. I couldn't let that asshole...”

You couldn't continue. Her soft lips of hers settled on yours. You finally got that kiss you dreamed of, that kiss that made you lose control of your thoughts. You deepened it, you returned it with all the love that your strength allowed you. You caressed her face, her neck. You touched all the skin that was exposed.

“I'm in love with you, (Y/N). I, I didn't know how to tell you and…”

Now it was you who interrupted with another kiss. This time a little different, hungrier, needy. You had won the fight, but not her heart. You had won it a long time ago. You felt full of adrenaline, of love, but also a feeling attached to your nature, a more primitive one. Your animal nature forced you to mark your territory, to make her yours, for her to smell like you, scaring away any other beast that dared to approach her. You needed it, your body was crying out for it.

“You've been so brave…” She whispered between messy kisses, caressing your neck, while you grunted with pleasure. “I must confess that you have turned me on, (Y/N).”

You smiled suggestively. It was the best opportunity, you needed her to be yours. As you kissed her, your jacket slipped off your shoulders, falling to the cool grass. You leaned, lowering her to the ground and climbed on top of her, placing your bare legs on either side of her hips.

“(Y/N), I want you…” Marilyn whispered, starting to pant. You smiled, biting her neck with care, feeling an inordinate pleasure leaving your scent on her. “I want to make love to you…”

You nodded, unbuttoning her blouse carelessly.

“Right here,” you sighed, running your hands over her bare chest, over her belly, over her breasts, as you rocked your hips against hers, feeling her heat, feeling waves of pleasure.

“Right now…” She whispered, helping you to unhook her bra. Little by little her clothes disappeared and the caresses and kisses intensified, filling that romantic place with weak moans and the sound of kisses.

Your bodies rubbed uncontrollably, enjoying the touch, the excessive love, an unbearable desire. She was going to be yours, and she would be forever.

“Don't make me wait any longer, (Y/N), I want to feel you inside me,” Marilyn gasped, taking your hand and taking it between her legs. You moaned noticing her arousal and thinking that it was partly due to the fight you had for her, to defend her honor. You didn't want to run, you liked to enjoy her wet and slippery center and the reactions that this caused in her body.

You kept joking, pretending to walk in and then back out. Marilyn was beginning to lose patience. In a gesture you would never have expected from her, she tugged at your hair with fury, with desire.

“Stop playing, (Y/N), I need you now, don't make me angry…” She hissed, while her grip on your hair was painful, but strangely pleasurable. You liked to see her like this, angry, furious, so out of her mind that you weren't even able to recognize her. That dark side that you had just discovered made you want her even more, if that was even possible.

With a graceful movement, you lifted one of her legs, caressing it, repressing the urge to sink your nails into her soft skin. At the same time you obeyed her orders, inserting two fingers into her, making her moan, making her squirm with pleasure.

“Just like this, honey... Please... Make me yours,” she panted, while you fixed your eyes on her, analyzing all her expressions, all her moans, her sighs, the rude words that came out of her mouth. You could feel your scent on her, your scent perfuming her body. You wanted to roar, but you didn't, instead you moaned at the sensation that your most basic instincts sent to your nervous system.

Your rhythm was slow, but sure, intense. Every move you made was matched by a scratch on your back. You had no wounds there, but now you wished you had them, her wounds.

The pleasure that the redhead felt made you go crazy. It made you bite her lips, her neck. Your hand moved skillfully, carefully, adapting to what her expressions called for. You shook your head, not believing that what you were doing was possible, and the place you had chosen.

There was nothing artificial in that place. Only your naked, sweaty bodies, moving in conjunction with nature.

Your hair was grabbed again, this time in an almost desperate way.

“I'm going to cum, (Y/N)... I'm going to...” She told you stammering, before screaming with pleasure, tensing her whole body while you remained still, curving your fingers and about to do it too just by looking at her .

You remained silent for a moment, looking at each other, as if you had just discovered yourselves. There were many tense months, many wasted months.

You immediately jumped at her neck again, getting next to her, caressing her entire back as you lay down on the grass.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” you said dazed, contemplating your lover's naked body while Marilyn joined your centers, moving slowly.

The intense sensation of her heat against yours sent hundreds of electrical currents through your body. Your hands were together, they were inseparable. Your moans were rhythmic, intense. In your head you kept thinking about the scent that you left in her, about having claimed what should be yours. Not as a possession, but as part of your pack, of your family. Your duty was to protect her, keep her away from all the evil. That's what you thought to do, take care of her, protect her, love her.

Her slightly domineering attitude forced you to lie down. She was in control and you liked that. Her fingers moved in and out of you and her eyes locked on yours. It was fast, intense, it seemed as if she also had the same desires as you, as if possessing you was just as important to her as well.

You ended with a cry similar to hers, reverberating in those trees, involuntary witnesses of the most romantic act of love of your life. An act of lust, of passion, of possession, of commitment.

The grass was cold under your skin. Your legs were intertwined. You could only hear your nervous breathing and the water of that small river running impassively. The night was beginning to appear, and with it the first stars.

It was a moment of peace, of love, but it could not be eternal. You were used to being cold, but she wasn't. You noticed how her body moved closer to you and she began to tremble. You took her in your arms and sighed. She was already yours, and you were hers.

“You're perfect, Marilyn…” You whispered, kissing her hair. She looked at you, hiding the chatter of her teeth.

“I love you, (Y/N)…” She whispered, trembling. “I've been loving you for so long...”

“We are two cowardly idiots,” you said amused. She nodded. “Marilyn…”

“Hmm?”

“You're freezing to death,” you joked. “We should go back to Nevermore.”

“I think so…” She whispered, sitting up. “I think you're right, (Y/N). But the night has only just begun. After healing those wounds, I'm going to prepare a hot bath for us,” she said, taking the clothes she could reach.

“Sounds good to me”

[bookmaker-untaken]

defiantly almost a mitski lyric

vyn richter x reader // to the moon au

Word Count: 1,598

Summary: If your job has taught you anything, it’s that dying pretty fucking easy. Everything else about being human, though? For the birds.

Author’s Note: I was going to beat this chapter if it was the last thing I did wether you'll liked it oR NOT. Likely OOC as hell, tbh. New at this whole thing...

The funny thing about University campuses – well, not funny ha-ha, funny annoying as hell – is that you can spend your entire tenure in your little corner without ever venturing into the other buildings. It is, for this very reason, you are standing in the Phycology Building’s pristine hallway, looking incredibly confused and narrowly avoiding being trampled.

“Dr. [Name]!” You whirl around, squinting at the young man who strides up to you, a smirk forming.

“Marius!” You give him a quick hug, guiding yourselves out of the worst of the foot traffic, ending it with a clap on his shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re lost, Doc,” Marius teases.

“It’s not my fault the Phycology Building’s built like the little rat mazes y’all like so much,”

“Nobody does that anymore,” He says with an indulgent little smile and a roll of his eyes. “You looking for Vyn’s office?”

“Guilty,” You shrug.

It’s always weird hearing “Vyn” instead of “Dr. Richter” or “your-annoyingly-show-off-and-smug-about-it partner” (not that Marius calls him that). He always makes sure to add Doctor to your name, though – “diversity hire,” he had joked when you’d joined the team. You think he does it to piss Vyn off, but you can’t ever tell if it’s working or not.

“Did he give you directions?”

“Yeah,”

“But you weren’t listening,” Marius sneers.

“I was. I just didn’t take notes,” Marius laughs.

“Well, for starters, you’re on the wrong floor.”

“What? Well, shit,” He chuckles.

“I can walk you up, if you want,”

You glance down at your watch.

“Nah. I’m a big person. And don’t you have somewhere important to be or something?”

He checks the phone in his hand. “Well, shit.”

You laugh.

He gives you a wave, talking over his shoulder. “It’s down the hall and up two flights of stairs on the right!”

“Thanks!”

“Yeah! Bye, Doc!"

ii.

After only a few turnarounds, you reach Vyn’s office.

It’s predictably neat, clean enough to be reminiscent of a museum, save for the occasional accent – the pillow in the chair across from the desk, the papers strewn about the desk, a leaning book to cover for a missing one.

Vyn’s white lab coat lays on the back of his chair. Even now, he’s elegant, chin perched on his wrist, golden eyes scanning the holograph document. He brushes the silver hair out of his eyes slides his finger to turn the page.

“Dr. Watts,” He greets, sitting up straight.

You suddenly feel bad for shattering the little scene of comfort before your arrival.

“Dr. Richter,” You give him a two-finger salute. “You owe me lunch,”

He smiles lightly - the painted, perfect thing. “That I do,”

“Is that a new case?” You ask as he rises from the chair.

“I’m afraid it’s not nearly as interesting,” He says. “Only grading papers,”

“Yikes,” You say, as if you’ve never graded papers.

“I like it,” He says. "It’s interesting to see the generations thinking on a particular matter,”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Of course you’d say something like that,”

He simply smiles.

"And before you ask, no – I don't agree," You say. "They think just 'cause they can build a robot, suddenly means they don't have to have a conscious or empth – Wait… isn't that Marius?"

"And Captain Morgan." The two of you watch for a couple of seconds before he starts to take the handcuffs out.

"Shouldn't we ... stop him?"

"He has the bail money," You cut him a look and start to walk.

"Oh, hi, Rosa," You say, and her face relaxes in relief when she recognizes you.

"Dr. Watts?"

"You know each other?" Marius whines. "You've been holding out on me, Doc?"

"What's going on here, Officer?" Vynn asks. "Marius here is under arrest because he's a person of interest – "

"Of course," You and Marius say simultaneously - you annoyed, Marius smug.

Darius regards both of you tiredly. "For the death of Estelle Marino,"

"Oh damn," You say.

Vyn hums in agreement.

"I suppose we should come with you, considering you were going to call us already, right?"

iii.

"Oh, thank god," You say when you arrive and they already have your stuff out. "Oh, right, you've never seen a Memory Editor in person before,"

Rosa shakes her head. "I've only heard you mention it in court,"

"It's only /interesting/ in court," You say. "Now it's just a bunch of digging in trash cans,"

"They mean investigating," Vyn said.

"Right," You say. "Sure,"

"It's legal," Vyn says to Rosa's shifting.

"I'll help," Rosa says. "What are you looking for … exactly?"

While the two of them go across the apartment, you walk over and boot up the machine. It's not hard, but it's a long process, and there are a lot of little settings that could mess things up along the way.

"There we go," You say. "Now we wait,"

"Do you have to wait a lot?" Rosa asks. "I mean, I try to be forgiving, considering it's resurrecting memories from scrach, but yeah,"

Rosa looks between you and the machine. “Dr. Watts?”

“Hm?”

“What does it … “

iv.

“…Feel like?”

Like … being thrown into a pool. But it’s not a cold pool - it’s warm. But not, like, the weird kind of warm, either. And all the little bubbles rushing up are, like, feelings and - memories instead. And when you open your eyes to peer into the depths …

Who am I?

You are a beautiful woman.

Or not.

Fuck if you know.

You’ve got dark hair that falls effortlessly over your shoulders and thin blood-painted lips. A grand necklace with jewels reminiscent of the pools reflecting the night sky, held together with diamonds rivaling the constellations sits upon your slim and perfect neck. But your eyes are bloodshot and puffy and your dark mascara is smudged. You delicately raise your manicured fingers to eyes that are not yours -

“Dr. Watts -“ You jolt.

“Jesus,”

“Dr. Watts,” The voice glides over your senses like a clear stream and you swallow, hand on your chest. You are alone in the bathroom. “The time of death approaches. It will likely be gruesome,”

“No shit Sherlock,” You grumble, shaking your hands into the sink and palming at one of the plush towels. “Poisoning sounds, like, super uncomfortable!”

“Shh,” The voice reminds you, and you unwittingly clamp your mouth shut with a frown. “We wouldn’t want to alert your husband, would we?”

You toss a glare at the wall, try not to sputter over his choice of words. You brush your perfectly manicured fingers over the magazine cover, a dull feeling half love half anguish blooming in your chest. It’s sickening. Your husband is smiling, but his eyes are distant. The silk-gloved magician he is playing isn’t far from his role in your secret married life - disappearing and reappearing, disappearing and reappearing.

I’m sure you just wanted to tell me to shut up. Idly,you hover over the chocolate box given to you by that young upstart. He’s cute, but he has nothing on your man - even if said man thought so.

There was never anybody else.

There never could be.

There is no reply from the voice, but you know him - you can see, clear as day, that annoying little coy quirk of the mouth he makes that’s so frustratingly -

“Hmm?” He hums. You roll your eyes and throw a chocolate into your mouth. You can’t place the aftertaste - it’s strange. Sour. Citrus zest? No… You start to grasp at your neck. The necklace is too tight. You keep gasping for air and coming up empty.

“Help!” You’re screaming, banging on the door, but it isn’t enough.

“Help! Janus!” You’re clawing at the shared door between you and your beloved husband.

“Help! Janus! Please! Janus! I can’t - “ The hard-wood of the door peers down at you.

“Help!” You screech, falling to the floor. “Help! Vyn! Help me!”

You can’t swallow - you can’t - it’s getting dark.

Why would your husband not hear you? Isn’t he just on the other side?

It hits you, right as your vision fades to black and the door creaks open.

Ah. That’s why.

You inhale deeply, eyes darting around.

Who am I?

V.

“[Name.]” Vyn has you by the elbow and you swallow harshly.

Rosa is absolutely terrified, big eyes blown wide.

“Uh,” You say, wetting your lips with your tongue. ��That doesn’t normally happen,”

“How do you feel,” Vyn asks in a voice you know he only uses for patients and the bereaved.

“Rosa,” You try to move your arm but he doesn’t let go. Then, he does. “Can you go get me some water? Poison tastes as bad as you would expect,”

“Sure,” Rosa says, standing and smoothing her shirt. She seems happy to have something to do.

You start to stand up but Vyn stops you. “I need to check if I set something wrong - that’s not suppose to - “

“Breathe,” He orders.

And you do.

“We can talk about it now,” He says. “Or we can talk about it later,”

“There isn’t much to talk about,” You say. “I probably messed up a setting and - “

“You called my name,” Vyn says.

“And,” You say, sharply.

“And we need to talk about it. If not as colleagues, as … “

“Whatever it means to call out to somebody when you think you’re dying.”

You hate how hard it is to read his face. “…Yes,”

“I can tell you now - I don’t know Vyn.”

“You don’t have to,” He says. “But we have to talk about it.”

“We have a case,”

“That is true,” He said. “But if we don’t talk about it - I’m suspending you.”

[llycaons]

ep24 (pt3): sibling time <3

this line makes me go insane...she doesn't even know what she said with this

jyl doesn't come up in fics enough for me to gauge how she's written during this time period, but let it be known that she openly speaks about jc's bad temper

the fact that I mostly read postcanon stuff or AUs is the reason for that, btw. I don't like, avoid reading about her. I just don't read much fic in this time period, at all. I just think it's all far too well-done to bother with fic. the closest I got was a few where wwx and lwj get together earlier and none of them are better than canon. also nobody seems interested in exploring her canon character during this arc, it's all 'badass clan leader jyl with zidian' and such

this is the second time he says this 😭

HE'S HUNGRY! this is maybe the first time THIS shorthand comes up, and jyl knows it! she doesn't immediately run off and get food, she stays with him and plays around and offers him comfort and affection in ways that are easy for him to accept. vulnerability and asking for affection is really hard for wwx given his personality, his interpersonal dynamics with others, and his status in the sect. but he knows he can tell his sister he's hungry and she'll play along with him and shower him in love. ough

I kind of wish they had left her response out...it looked like she know what was going on with lwj but this makes it look like she has no idea

REGARDLESS. regardless. wwx's reluctance to pursue his feelings or even acknowledge them is very in-line with his characterization, especially right now. this isn't a crush who's fun to tease anymore, it's about real, serious feelings that he's attempting to distance himself from because he knows he can't act on them. or looking at it another way, he's scared of getting further in because he values his freedom and connections with others brings with them obligations. so. final scene wwx leaving extremely important thematically and character-wise and shows tremendous growth on lwj's part, and wwx's excited reunion with lwj at the end shows that even after taking his freedom, he's still eager to start his life with lwj because he came to terms with loving him and is no longer afraid...

oh this was just so silly. jyl you goof. this is such big sister baby sibling joking around

this is also really funny. their banter here is SO good, god I truly get why ppl are obsessed with them. when they're not on the outs, they have a great dynamic and are on the same page about almost everything

literally one of the funniest scenes in the show, help

so so funny, jc adjusting his collar to look more dignified and he and his siblings laughing. one of the pure scenes where nobody's being attacked or hurt, and they really are just having a good time with each other

and this was very nice of wwx

prettyyy

and this is decent communication too! hey, I have obligations here to the clan, can you behave yourself?

jc's casual acceptance of jgy's social status isn't really a surprise for anyone in his postion, but it is still kind of sad. even after being legitimized, jgy will only ever be lower than his half brother? this is something I wished was more present from the book. jc clearly judges people by their birth, but in the novel it'd explicitly clear that lwj doesn't. I don't think it came through very well tho

wwx himself was the son of a servant. how would jc have reacted if he wanted to marry a family member of the great sects? well, he does, but I mean. if you ignore everything else that makes that situation complicated...probably would never have accepted wwx leaving, and maybe would have been excited about the political benefits. MAYBE happy for wwx too, but doubtful. it takes him fully 20 years to get to a place where he can honestly wish him well

so classic of flashback wwx. tho postres he is remarkably forgiving

so true, jc. #feminism

OHHHH HIS FIRST TRANSGRESSION. breaking into the library at night for read secret books hehehe

ahh this scene <3

wwx back in a boat on LP with his sister and sect siblings, having the time of his life, realizing that maybe he can be happy after all? maybe things will be okay? maybe he can put the horrors of the past behind him and actually live? this scene is so important in his journey but it's so shortlived. it's only next episode that he meets wen qing and everything changes

personal highlights

this episode was so fucking rich. I ate well

jfm teaching young wwx how to fire an arrow

LXC AND WWX BROTHERS IN LAW CONVO!!!! there are people who care about you!! I know my brother's heart!!! wwx drinking as fast as he can trying to get out of that conversation!!!

lwj starting his long journey to totally just doing what he feels is right regardless of the rules

very sweet jyl and wwx convo

BORN WITH A SMILING FACE

very funny yunmeng sibling convo about throwing up soup and acting like a clan leader

happy ending...🥺

[sunny6677]

Okayyy—so—

A thing about Hermes in Sunnys Epic AU is that he unconditionally loves ALLLLL of his soul children or family, no matter how they are or no matter how they change. Though he's especially soft with some depending on how they are as a person. With his main reason for being so gentle with Sunny likely being an incident that happened when she was created for the first time—

(All the God's unconditionally love their soul kids here btw—thats just a lore thingy here/lh)

But Hermes is such a playful and mysterious character that I'm mostly just wondering how to approach that. Like how to approach him going from a helpful mischievous force to a literal ball of paternal love the second Sunny comes around.

And these are just little details I thought of regarding that—

1. Hermes is especially protective of Sunny no matter what—but even with how protective he can be, he never really freaks out and always gently lifts her up or softly tells her not to do something. He'll always scoop her up when she's hurt or afraid—and even when she's being anxious over something that she thinks is stupid to be anxious over, he'll comfort her anyway since he understands she's just stressed and just wants his daughter to know it's okay to feel the way she does.

2. He's very loving with her in general anytime he encounters her—speaking to her in a softer voice compared to how he does with everyone else, and always being just generally soft with her in various ways. He's physically affectionate with her—though he tries not to make her overwhelmed. He constantly reminds her that he cares about her. He praises her when she needs it. And does things for her if she's not feeling too good. Overall, he's very sweet with her.

3. A bit of a combination of 1 and 2??? He's protective of her whenever there's danger around, but in general he's very sweet with her whenever she's not in active danger.

4. He's still actively playful with her, even if he is a little more attached to her than some. He sometimes throws her up into the air (always catching her though), spins her around, pokes at her, and just messes with her a lot. But it's more of just a way of showing his love, and when she's in clear distress, he'll tone it down a bit and go sweet father mode./lh

5. A little bit like two—but he's less soft with her, and more playful. He isn't overly playful like the previous option, but he does tease her more often and reminds her that he cares about her through pranks and little funny gestures.

6. He's almost overbearingly loving. He tackles her into hugs any chance he gets, he always holds her hand if he's leading her somewhere or carries her places she needs to go, pats her head and always tells her that he loves her, etc etc. He's kind of like an embarrassing dad in a way, but he means well—and usually tones it down when she's feeling bad.

7. He's kind of both playful AND loving at the same time. He does prank her and tease her a lot, but he's still more soft spoken with her and treats her a little more carefully. And he also always asks how she is or if she's okay. He jokes around with her a lot—like an embarrassing father. And like the previous one, he does tone down the playfulness a bit if she's not feeling too good.

8. He's quite literally just how he is in the musical, but he is subtly more gentle with her through little gestures and details. He gets her something when she needs it, he tries to find out what's going on when she's not feeling okay, etc etc. Though overall, he acts how he does in the musical.

9. He literally hypes her up all the time and is almost energetically loving of her. He is basically interested in everything she is, he's sad whenever she is, he's happy whenever she is, etc etc. And he's always happy to spend time with her or do things she wants to do. He cheers her on whenever she needs it. He stands up for her whenever she needs it. He's basically very hyper empathetic with her in general and feels what she feels./lh

10. He's almost like a completely different person around her. All playful nature he had before suddenly vanishes, and he becomes more quiet and somewhat serious—though also loving at the same time since he usually wants to make sure she's okay. And anytime he's protective of her, he actually does show either anger or worry.