#anyways so yeah they all get married and are send back to earth but the demon guy isnr rhere

[duckduckngoose]

People should never run out of conversation topics with my because I will try to explain the plot of DNDads in the worst way ever

[pandapetals]

Debate

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - established relationship (y'all married), cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

You and Logan debate whether literature should be historically accurate or take creative liberties.

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"Literature doesn’t have to be accurate," you said, settling back against the pillows with a satisfied smile. You placed the book you’d been reading on the nightstand, the soft rustle of pages filling the cozy silence of your shared bedroom. "That’s what makes it so interesting and creative. The embellishments, the symbolism—it’s all part of the beauty of storytelling."

Logan, who was sitting next to you, leaned forward, arms crossed over his chest, a slow shake of his head accompanied by a skeptical grunt. "The truth is always better," he replied, his gravelly voice carrying a note of challenge. He shifted on the bed, the faint scent of leather and pine clinging to him, as usual. His brow furrowed in that familiar way that told you he was getting ready to dig in his heels.

"Oh, come on," you teased, turning on your side to face him, your eyes sparkling with the thrill of debate. "You’re telling me that every single detail has to be historically accurate? What about a little artistic license ?"

Logan raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a half-smile. "Artistic license? Is that what you call it when you rewrite history to make it more convenient?" He gave a soft snort, the amusement behind his gruff exterior impossible to miss. "No, darlin’, if you’re gonna tell a story about somethin’ real, you tell it the way it happened."

"Where’s the fun in that?" you shot back, sitting up now, your legs crossing beneath you as you leaned forward, your voice taking on a mock-serious tone. "Half the magic of literature is in the embellishments. The twists, the metaphors. You know as Shakespeare said, ‘The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven.’ It’s not about sticking to the facts, it’s about the feeling behind them!"

Logan rolled his eyes, though the smile playing at the corners of his mouth betrayed him. "Shakespeare, huh? You really think he’d be talkin’ about ‘fine frenzies’ if he’d lived through half the battles I have?"

"Absolutely!" you said with a grin, clearly enjoying yourself now. "Shakespeare would’ve been all over your stories, Logan. He would’ve turned your life into some grand, tragic epic with soliloquies and everything."

"Yeah, well, if he wanted to write about me, he’d better get it right," Logan grumbled, though you could see the humor lighting up his eyes. He stretched his arm out along the back of the bed, tilting his head in your direction. "Ain’t nothin’ ‘tragic’ about tellin’ the truth. Look at Napoleon. Died in exile, but he’s still one of the greatest military minds in history. Now, if someone starts embellishing that, making him some romantic hero who fought for love or somethin’—"

"Oh, please," you interrupted with a wave of your hand, "no one’s going to turn Napoleon into a love-struck fool. And anyway, it’s the legend that matters. People don’t want to hear about the logistics of battles and treaties. They want the drama, the tension! The way historical figures felt, not just the dates of their battles."

Logan’s smirk widened as he leaned closer, his voice dipping into a teasing drawl. "So, you’d rather read about some king’s tragic heartbreak than the way his army strategized to defend their castle, huh?"

"Exactly," you said, leaning in to match his energy, the proximity sending a slight shiver down your spine. "Because the heartbreak tells you more about the man than the battle ever could. It’s what makes history come alive. It’s not just facts on a page, it’s the people behind them, their emotions, their choices—however embellished they might be."

Logan reached out, his rough fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. The simple touch was casual, but there was an intimacy behind it that made your pulse quicken. "I’m all for emotions, sweetheart, but you gotta admit, sometimes people make things up just to make ‘em sound better than they were. If you’re gonna tell a story, it should honor what really happened. Anything less is just… fluff."

"Fluff?" you gasped, feigning offense as you gave him a playful shove on the shoulder. "Oh, now you’ve done it. Do you think War and Peace is fluff? Or Les Misérables ? Just because they’re full of grand, sweeping emotions and larger-than-life characters?"

"War and Peace has its moments," Logan said with a shrug, clearly enjoying the effect his words were having on you. "But tellin’ me that Tolstoy’s feelings about Napoleon are more important than what actually happened on the battlefield? Nah, I ain’t buyin’ it."

You narrowed your eyes at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. "You’re impossible, you know that?"

"And you love it," he replied, the gravel in his voice softened by the warmth in his eyes.

"I do," you admitted with a laugh, before adding, "but you’re still wrong."

Logan chuckled, leaning back against the headboard, his hand reaching for yours. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "Okay, so tell me this, then. If you had to choose between a story that’s 100% accurate but a little dry or one that’s a bit embellished but makes you feel somethin’—which one do you go for?"

You bit your lip, considering your answer even though you already knew what you were going to say. "Fine. I’d go for the one that makes me feel something," you admitted, a playful glint in your eyes. "But only because the embellishments help you connect to the story. It’s what makes the characters real."

Logan shook his head, though his smile never wavered. "So you’d take a half-truth over the whole picture?"

"Not a half-truth, " you corrected, grinning. "An enhanced truth. A story that’s truer than the facts could ever be. The kind that gets to the heart of things."

Logan let out a low chuckle, pulling you closer so that your shoulder was resting against his. "You’re somethin’ else, you know that?"

"Yeah?" you asked, your voice softening as you leaned into him, your head resting lightly against his chest. "And what does that mean, exactly?"

"It means," he began, his tone dropping to that familiar, gruff warmth that sent heat rushing to your cheeks, "that even when you’re wrong, I can’t help but listen to you go on about it. Kinda makes me like your ‘enhanced truths.’"

You smiled, closing your eyes as you relaxed into the feel of his arm wrapped around you. "So, does that mean I win this round?"

"Not a chance," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "But I’ll let you think you did."

You laughed softly, your fingers absently tracing patterns on his forearm. "That’s generous of you, tough guy."

"Well, you’re worth it," he said, his voice low and teasing, but the underlying affection was unmistakable.

[christinesficrecs]

Any fluff seasons 5-6 or post cannon fics?

There are so many fluffy fics in the tags! This post is a little more canon divergent, which is hopefully what you were looking for. ❤️

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“Oh really?”

“Our moms were friends, okay? We’ve been in diapers together.”

“I thought you two hated each other.”

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Derek Hale — also a Beacon Hills Survivor — has sadly attained lonely bachelor status. In between running for his life, researching the latest threats to the town with his good buddy Stiles, and lingering nightmares of the outcomes of his past relationships, he hasn't exactly been on the lookout for anyone new since Braeden.

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Their odd little friendship has survived death threats, possession, and all manner of things that go bump in the night. Surely it'll survive a friends with benefits arrangement.

Right?

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Hazformers Crack-Ship Theory: If Adamarachnia Became A Thing

[Note: Reading This Is Optional...also Mature Audience Only. Not For Kids. also make sure to have watched all the episodes of Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel before reading this post.]

is weird to think Adam despite being a former human turned angel (and possibly becoming a Sinner in a possible future, either it be in just in the fanon or canon or both...but we don't know if that will really happen in the canon, but if it doesn't, we can just be happy to reform him a bit in the fanon.) would end up falling head over heels for Blackarachnia who is like way older than him, like if he tries to woo her despite Lute's protest against him doing so...

would that make Adam a Cougar-Chaser...?

yeah I know that the whole "cougar" term might go over some Cybertronian heads, but they still do have cybertronian version of fauna and flora, like those blue flowers that is seen in Earthspark.

so maybe they would understand if ya say "Cyber Cougar-Chaser"...

Adamarachnia (pronounced "Adam-Arachnia"...) might be the weirdest ship that has pop into my head.

and I had the ship name Mamtella pop into my head that has to do with Mammon and Stella, and only once so far their ship name made me hungry cause it reminds me of food, like the type of stuff that is put on toast. not my fault that their ship name sounds like food...

like Adam could start as a secret admirer who sends secret anonymous love letters to Blackarachnia, and describing her as his "Goddess" and her being like "Persephone" and how their love is like Romeo and Juliet.

even if he found out she wasn't originally human or even a hellborn, but technically a cybertronian sinner who should of went to the pit after what she put Blitzwing, The Dinobots, Sari and Wasp through...

Adam might still end up trying to pursue her and like her even more, since she is not originally from Earth and is the Extraterrestrial love of his life. XD

Lute might get annoyed with Adam acting like a lovesick fool, and he had never acted that way with Lilith or Eve, so it could be new to Lute and everyone else in Heaven and even some in Hell, to see him like that.....it would be amusing, cause it be a type of torture to Lute, and possibly Sera as well.

Emily might think it is really sweet, and Petey (a nickname I'm calling Saint Peter from Hazbin Hotel.) he might be just really confused and disturbed.

if other fans start call him Petey as well, ya know he may never live that down and will always be addressed as that nickname by fans. XD

if Adam tries to start another fight while the Autobots and Decepticons are at the hotel (even if it is in a Fanon Timeline), just get Blackarachnia and he will act like a lovesick fool and possibly get all tongue tied, of course Lute would probably have to drag his butt back to Heaven.

yeah the whole Adamarachnia popping in my head, is possibly the weirdest crack-ship...then again, maybe some will like the idea because they would technically be a perfect match, well maybe by a 98% perfect match.

if those two got married, Blackarachnia would become like the Step-Mother of Humanity, well I still think Adam could be a hybrid along with Eve and Lilith, them having the Annunaki gene....well the much earlier hybrid version, cause of the whole Annunaki DNA + Homo-Erectus DNA = Early Homo-Sapiens.

my thoughts about Adam, Eve and Lilith being Homo-Sapiens that were hybrids from the mix of Annunaki & Homo-Erectus DNA.

I can still believe there was a TRUE First Man and Woman that are the parents of all humankind, well grandparents to all humankind, even to Earth Angels who are also technically hybrids because of the whole Nephilim Gene, Those Grandpa Watchers and Nephilim Ain't The Boss Of Me.

the True First Man and Woman, could be viewed as Patriarch-Adam & Matriarch-Eve.

anyway I'm not sure what else to say about the whole idea about Adamarachnia, other than Blackarachnia could get a bit annoyed by the love letters and other gifts she gets from her secret admirer that turns out to be Adam....I would love to see her annoyed and trying to go through so many of her gifts, and maybe giving half of the gifts to the others.

Blitzwing could be amused, and Lockdown could feel a bit sorry for her, since he could be going through the whole admirer chasing him....the admirer being Niffty, I still like the idea of Niffty chasing Lockdown because he is technically a bad boy, her going feral around even the Autobots should be fun...

Megatron, Blitzwing, Lugnut, Shockwave, Soundwave, Swindle and Lockdown might end up being amused by Niffty getting so uncontrollably feral on Optimus, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Prowl and Blurr...

Blackarachnia could be off somewhere else when that madness is going on...maybe finding another love letter from Adam. XD

Ratchet would probably be the first to view Niffty like a Scraplet.

the whole LockNiffty would be a Semi-Ship type idea, meaning while Niffty does have some kind of crazy crush on Lockdown, the feelings aren't mutual and he could end up trying to find someone else to pawn her off on. and we could view that he is still looking, so he can find someone who is more of a bad boy than him, that Niffty could take a more interest in.

Blackarachnia would obviously be way taller than Adam, but for all we know, he could be into taller women, and even if he does meet her face to face, he might not really take a "No" for answer and might still try to win her heart....well, techno-organic spark.

if her body did become techno-organic, her spark may have as well, which is why the allspark key may have been causing her harm when she was trying to get rid of her organic half, but if her spark had become techno-organic as well, it would mean that she would of went offline because she would of been causing harm to both her techno-organic body and techno-organic spark.

in a timeline where Elita became Elita Prime and Optimus became Arachnus Prime, even Elita would know better than to pull a stunt like that.

it be interesting if Arachnus and Elita jump from their timeline and ended up in the one where Elita still became Blackarachnia, and Optimus stayed as well his adorkable self.

sure there will be two versions of them, but it would be interesting if the Other Elita formed a romance with Optimus.

I would ship it. XD

plus Elita Prime could change her paint from Yellow to Pink, because she could find it more interesting and it could match a bit of G1-Elita and Earthspark-Elita.

Sari could view the Elita Prime and Earthspark-Elita as the Cool Mom Figures, I mean she could end up bonding with Elita Prime, and forming a type of Mother & Daughter bond, even though Megatron is technically gave birth to Sari through budding in that secret lab of Sumdac, not all fans have to agree about Megatron being Sari's Carrier-Sire but it still obvious where that liquid metal human baby sized sparkling protoform came from...

just be glad that Adam (from Hazbin Hotel) never found a liquid metal sparkling, though in a Crossover AU, if he did, the other parent would likely be The Fallen aka also known as Megatronus Sr.

Adamarachnia could be seen as a Semi-Ship, where Adam has feelings for Blackarachnia and tries to win her over, but the feelings aren't mutual, of there can be a Semi-Ship like LockNiffty then there can be a Adamarachnia where Adam is trying to get Blackarachnia to like-like him as much as he like-likes her...

not sure what else to say about the whole Semi-Ship that is also a Crack-Ship that is Adamarchnia, the likely hood of others liking it and ending up drawing fanart of that ship is possibly very small chance of happening...but who knows, maybe I will draw fanart of that ship sometime....I mean Megamilla is my new Crossover OTP and I drew a Crossover drawing of that ship.

Megamilla being the ship name of TFA-Megatron x Carmilla Carmine.

I blame the song "Out For Love" for giving me the idea and motivation to drawing that Megamilla ship fanart.

that song has become one of my favorite songs from the other songs I like from Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss.

when I'm able to, I will draw another Megamilla drawing, and maybe if I feel like it and get around to it, I will draw Adamarachnia.

I don't think I really have much to say about how Adam would act around Blackarachnia, other than him acting like a lovesick fool and sending her secret admirer gifts and love letters, and the idea would be for the fanon, so the whole Adam in the canon even if he does come back as a Sinner, acting like a lovesick fool, is very unlikely...

but him acting that way in the fanon is interesting to me, as well as a little amusing, and even it does annoys Blackarachnia.

it would be fun to watch and eat popcorn while it drives her crazy. XD

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 177 Rundown

The Witch from Mercury: Well it took a while but we’re FINALLY getting into school slice of life shenanigans. Immediately after last time Guel takes back his marriage proposal with a ‘it was just a prank bro’ which is really funny cause I was watching sub last week and this makes sense but in the dub to match the lip flaps they even have him say “I’m serious” before he proposes only to immediately say he’s not serious so I’m kinda not buying it. Meanwhile Suletta fails her umm… mine… dodging… test, because apparently you need a team and they don’t tell you that ahead of time and if you show up without one you just fail, this school’s rules are both too generous and too harsh at the same time. She goes around to try and find the team which you’d think’d be easy given she’s the legally binding ace of the school but yeah corporate politics and racism and honestly a bit of plot shenanigans see her on her own. She even goes to the Earth Kids designated Slifer Red shitty dorm in the otherwise rich kid school and gets kicked out the adorably badass Chuchu and I just kinda love this character instantly, like I’m always down for a pink-haired girl that won’t hesitate to punch me in the face. Turns out Chuchu also failed the exams because of Space Racism (like I fundamentally don’t get Space Racism like I get the point is all racism is kinda stupid and arbitrary but like it’s not like the space people look or act different and moving to space probably only happened like a hundred years ago if that how do you develop a full racism machine in that time like it’s so alien to pardon the pun that I have a hard time getting my head around it) and eventually Suletta realizes her wife was the literal last person on campus she decided to ask and they go to Mio’s room to train and I guess they’re just sharing a room now, like that’s probably not a big deal for girls and shit but these guys are literally engaged I’m half expecting someone to pull them apart and say they’re not allowed to sleep in a room together until they’re married but I guess we got rid of Space Catholicism easier than Space Racism. Anyway Chuchu and Suletta both have to retake the test but Suletta gets her suit vandalized the same way Chuchu did and the weird thing about this school that is otherwise ready to fail everyone at the drop of a hat is you can retake the makeup as much as you want so through the power of shonen determination and Dark Souls runbacks she actually does pretty good doing it blind with Mio’s coaching but ends up breaking down realizing even her slice of life school shenanigans are gonna be filled with hamfisted political bullshit where Mio has to remind her of her dream of founding a school to keep her going. (Just as an aside what use is a Mobile Suit education going to be to founding a school? Like shouldn’t she be going for a teaching degree? Like I guess being a warrior is an all-purpose way to fame and wealth which can go towards school-founding better than being a normal teacher but I’m not quite seeing the career path here) meanwhile Chuchu fucking decks the girls responsible for bullying them both because she knows what it’s like to carry the ideals of people that count on her and seeing it happen to Suletta makes her even more angry than when it happens to her, leading to Suletta getting socked in the crossfire. So because everyone involved with the test got punched in the face they schedule a makeup makeup and now Suletta joins the Slifer Red dorm so she can stop living in sin with Mio and everyone’s friends now.

Inuyasha The Final Act: It’s time for Kanna’s finale and like, the group’s already run off and Kanna has like 90% of Tessaiga’s energy so like she could just leave and have Naraku send another demon to finish off the weakened Inuyasha instead of re-engaging them and risking them stealing it back but she doesn’t seem to be able to call back the Mirror Demon so I guess this is a ‘fight until you die’ technique which is why she hasn’t used it until now and also why any damage on the demon reflects back on her. It’s kind of clever the way the stage Kanna in the backline so the group can’t see her taking the damage at first and think the demon is just healing (also the demon remembers the Red Tessaiga exists, that’s something even Inuyasha seems to forget) so yeah Kanna gets busted up real fast which is weird because in her first appearance her mirror was just like an ultimate shield and it took Kagome fucking with it to kinda end in a draw but then again there’s been like a hundred episodes of powercreep since then so the demon might be her best shot. With all the demonic energy gone from Tessaiga, Inuyasha turns into a full demon but apparently since Tessaiga has enough energy to stay in its normal form that’s enough to let him keep his sanity so he gets all the crazy strength of his demon form with an actual weapon so the best of both worlds really. I kinda like that everyone says Tessaiga in an empty husk at this point and Inuyasha has so much faith in it and it turns out to be its protective barrier that saves him instead of any of the flashy destructive techniques he’s learned over the series like his faith is repaid by his defense being the key to victory. Also they’ve really been playing up how much faith Inuyasha has in Tessaiga lately, like bro has been shouting his confidence and affection for his sword more than Kagome lately and that may cause problems when they get married and he calls Tessaiga’s name in bed. But yeah they basically play Energy Tennis for a bit until Inuyasha does enough damage to Kanna that she can’t keep blocking and he is able to destroy the Mirror Sword and get all the energy back. The gang is kind of not cool with killing a child that���s basically Naraku’s glorified tv even though it’s tactically the right move so they just tell her to go and hope Naraku won’t look for her now that she can’t fight. These guys should know how fucking petty Naraku is by this point as he self-destructs Kanna while shouting about how she doesn’t have a heart or emotions meanwhile she didn’t get close enough to catch them in the blast and gives Kagome a vision of Kikyo’s light still inside the jewel which can still purify Naraku.

Castlevania: So this episode’s a little hard to talk about because it’s what amounts to a series of really cool fight scenes so I’m gonna frontload my weekly Carmilla bitching and then hit the plot beats after that. What frustrates me about the whole Carmilla subplot is that you get the feeling Trevor’s group’s escapade wouldn’t be possible without her interference meaning good doesn’t triump on its own, evil just can’t keep it in its pants long enough to beat good. What I liked about Carmilla when she first showed up is she seemed to be the only one taking the heroes seriously but it turns out that was coincidental and they succeed purely passed on her not acknowledging them as players at all and thinking Dracula would just kinda die on his own I guess after their forces wipe 90% of each other out to make things easy for Trevor. Anyway the group raids the great hall and has some really cool fights with like the five people left alive after Carmilla’s raid were Alucard does his best impression of Great Grey Wolf Sif and it’s pretty neat all around. Isaac sees the three coming and is ready to die being the first line of defense but Dracula sends him away to grant him his freedom for his loyalty. And to be fair, Isaac’s strong and all but I don’t really think he’d be a huge difference maker for this fight especially considering Trevor and Sypha end up sitting a good portion of it out anyway. Now granted Dracula is old and tired at this point and hasn’t eaten in like a year but it still takes a lot of hits from all three of them to wear him down until Trevor and Sypha get lost chasing them through the Magma Hole where this essentially stops being a fight and becomes that gif of the two Pikachus slapping each other and crying. Alucard says he knows Dracula just wants to die and his thirst for vengeance may be real but at the same time he’s literally just making himself the biggest target in the world and weakening himself as much as possible so someone can come finish him off. They fight some more until they break into Alucard’s childhood bedroom and the realization dawns on Dracula that he’s killing the last living thing he has left of his wife in her name, like literally a microcosm of the entire war on humanity thing, probably should’ve dawned on him sooner but they do a pretty good job on showing how it was a singularly sharp moment that pierces through the fog of rage and grief, like this shit was obvious to Alucard from the jump but Dracula seems to be the kind of person that relates better to singular people than broad ideals, kind of an Anakin Skywalker deal where he’ll get a better grasp of something if he sees someone embody it and be more attached to the individual than the actual core of what they are doing. So yeah, he lets Alucard stake him with his childhood bedpost and in true Dio-style fashion they still have to behead and burn his remains just to make sure because this is Castlevania and Dracula always comes back. But yeah, story over… except we’re only eleven episodes in and there’s twenty to go, that sounds like a lot…

Jujutsu Kaisen: Okay so this episode is kind of just really great, as expected of the final showdown between Mahito and Yuji with some Todo thrown in for flavor. Mahito creates some glass cannon clones to distract Todo to get to a 1v1 with Yuji but it doesn’t really go anywhere since they have 1HP. He does the thing Gojo did and activates his Domain and basically immediately turns it off, essentially just booping Sukuna’s nose before running off before he gets his head cut off. Since he basically activated it and pulled the trigger on the technique at the same time this costs Todo his arm but he does give Mahito an awesome Love Live style beatdown and uses Mahito’s hand as a second hand to clap to dip out and let Yuji and Mahito finally have their last encounter. In true DBZ fashion Mahito transforms into his final form which as usual is some weird alien thing with a tail and he’s officially out of tricks so he’s just in full punchy punch mode, no more being clever just a huge slugfest. The funny thing is a combination of one last Todo assist and Yuji’s original lag technique is what opens him up for a Full Power Black Fisting, I thought about it and I don’t remember if Mahito ever encountered Yuji’s double strike before so his original ‘inferior’ technique being what catches him off-guard here is kinda ironic. Yuji has him dead to rights and is just like ‘You know I’ve had it with all your moralizing bullshit, sure I’m the asshole whatever you fucking philosophy major, but only one of us is walking away from this alive’ and it’s REALLY cool cause they just keep dragging out how humiliating this defeat is for Mahito and what a cowardly child he is when he doesn’t have an advantage on someone and he really deserves it at this point, just missing a scene where he pisses himself. Anyway Kenjaku shows up but I have a feeling Mahito’s not getting out of this and since Kenjaku’s here that means Gojo’s hypercube is still around probably so we’ll see how this goes.

Delicious in Dungeon: So we follow a B party for a little bit here before they get ambushed by treasure bugs and one thing kinda stands out to me. They say the dungeon’s basically been picked clean of treasure at this point and like… why go in it then? Like I assumed there was a bunch of respawning treasure that drove people to go through hell like with Made in Abyss where there’s random cool shit everywhere that makes it worth going into but dungeoneering is canonically an expensive hobby so if there’s scant reward to cover the overhead why is it so popular? Like I get the whole One Piece angle of if you get to the bottom you win the game and get vaguely defined ownership of the dungeon but most people seem to not take that seriously and dungeon the higher floors for some other purpose but like how are they affording all this shit if they can’t find treasure? Anyway the gang ends up cooking the bugs which is probably the grossest thing we’ve seen so far since not only are they bugs but they also look like inanimate objects so it’s double icky but a neat concept nonetheless. We also get a nice bit of continuity as Laios’s sword bug guy gives him a sixth sense about ambush bugs and we get to see him interacting with it like a per which is pretty cute. Next the gang is reminiscing about Falin and emphasizing the hole she’s left in their party while they’re ambushed by ghosts without a cleric. They make up some makeshift holy water and drive them off while simultaneously accidentally making ice cream and resolving to not let Falin’s absence make them helpless before Laios lets the intrusive thoughts win and everyone hates him for a hot minute.

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End: We get the cleanup from the Aura arc, including the reveal that the Graf’s son was one of the suits of armor being controlled by Aura so Frieren REALLY got on his good side by setting his son’s soul free. The group stay a while in town and get to relax a bit before heading out. Turns out though they are legally required to have the mage equivalent of eight gym badges before going further north and Fern only has like three gym badges and Frieren is the kind of person that would let her driver’s liscence expire and then keep driving anyway because who’s gonna tell her not to, she’s got all the time in the world but still no time for standing in line at the Magical DMV. Meanwhile the second half of the episode is about Stark passing out in a blizzard wherein the meet an Elf Monk who kinda reminds me of Todo due to being jacked as hell and kissing a necklace around his neck. They just casually drop a six month timeskip while they wait out the winter and Frieren talks religion with this guy and it’s kinda melancholy like a lot of stuff in this show. He relies on religion because it’s the only form of everlasting validation he can achieve which is kind of sad to be honest, Frieren echoes the need for external validation but says she’s fine with the impermanence of human praise because of how close to her friends she was getting her through in the end, it’s just kind of a sad note to leave things on but we do establish that Frieren doesn’t entirely believe she’ll be able to talk to dead spirits when they get north and is really just doing this as something to do and is just kinda vibing with whatever quest Flamme is sending her on this time.

Vinland Saga: It’s character growth time for Olmar and god damn is it a good arc, he’s seen firsthand the effects of the war and knows he’s both the trigger of it and a murderer in his own right and is no longer comfortable with the violent ideals of his heritage. When it comes down to him to make a decision about whether to surrender or let their last twenty guys go down fighting he does what his father couldn’t and stands up to his brother, taking the real courage of dishonor after not being able to turn the other cheek before and it’s really neat to see. I like how he’s crying and sniveling the whole way like it’s not a cool and strong declaration he just admits he doesn’t want to die and doesn’t want to watch others die because of his stupid pride, it’s a really genuine moment and shows he’s already a better man than basically his entire family. Throgil basically tells everyone to fuck off and presumably goes to rush the army singlehanded. Meanwhile Thorfinn wants to talk to Canute to make sure no one else dies but gets punched out by the guards and even when Canute gets word of who it is he doesn’t want to see him, presumably out of shame for what he’s done in pursuit of his paradise. Einar comes to pick up Thorfinn but Thorfinn’s not going since he’s happy about all the cool shit that happened this season and grateful for everyone he met and all he’s learned, a stark contrast from the ‘I’ve never once been glad to be alive’ declaration at the start of the season. So he makes a bet with the men that if he can withstand a hundred punches from their strongest guy, they’ll let him see Canute.

[thisbuildinghasfeelings]

Fic anon again 📖: oh thank you so much, what a lovely reply, thank you for being so kind! And considerate ❤️ and thank you for being willing to read my first ever Tarlos writing attempt, it means a lot 🥹 I will send it anonymously but you are free to publish my ask on your blog, if that’s okay. I’d love to get some feedback actually ❤️

okay so here goes nothing I guess! It’s short and not edited (apart from me and my over thinking brain 👋) and English is not my first language, so all mistakes are mine and not on purpose 😅:

Carlos looks up from his book at the sound of TK barging into their apartment. “Hey babe”, he sounds out of breath. TK quickly closes the sliding door behind him and immediately starts taking off his shoes and jacket.

“Ugh, I need a shower. Like, right now. I feel gross“, TK smells his t-shirt with a disgusted look on his face and rummages around his gym bag he brought home from the station. „And these clothes desperately need a wash, too.“ TK starts throwing a scandalous amount of dirty clothes, socks, underwear and workout apparel on a pile behind him. Well, that explains a lot. Carlos has been wondering where half of TK´s stuff went. (Come to think of it, some of his as well. Interesting.)

And that´s when he is eying two of his favorite sweatshirts making its way onto the increasing mountain of clothes on their living room floor. Of course. Carlos feels a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He puts the book aside, leans over the back of their sofa and watches TK with his head propped up in his hand. That fond smile is about to take over his whole face. “You are a chaotic man, Tyler Kennedy. And a shameless thief“, Carlos says amused. “And if you still think I will be on laundry duty tonight, please think again“, he raises his eyebrows playfully, giving TK´s bend over body a challenging look.

“Don’t worry, babe. I will take care of this mess. You won’t have to lift a finger, promise. I am going to make sure, my husband has the most relaxing evening”, even with his head buried in the depths of his huge NIKE sports bag, Carlos can hear him smile. TK loves to say the word „husband“. Ever since they got married two months ago he likes to casually (he thinks) drops it in conversations at any given moment, doesn’t matter if it’s with the 126, a patient (so he’s heard) or said husband himself (evidently).

“Thank you. Also, who is this husband you keep referring to lately? He sounds nice“, Carlos teases and makes his way over to TK, who is still busy unloading what looks like half of his possessions at this point. What on earth does he keep in there? Carlos shakes his head, coming to a hold behind TK and puts his hands on his shoulders. He squeezes lightly, feeling his fingers touch the soft fabric of TK´s shirt.

TK slowly turns around, big smile still in place. He looks up at Carlos, the sparkle in his eyes so bright, it’s almost blinding. Carlos can’t look away. Not that he wanted to anyways. “Oh, him? Yeah, he is very nice. And VERY handsome. I don’t know how I got so lucky, really“, TK stands up and gently places one hand on Carlos`s hip. The other one finds its way underneath his sweater onto his back, caressing his warm skin, just above the waistband of his jeans. “I definitely need to introduce you guys at some point. I am sure, you’d get along. You two are very similar“, TK winks and Carlos once again shakes his head, rolling his eyes affectionately. His husband is ridiculous. And Carlos loves all of it.

“Hi“, TK whispers, fingers still brushing over soft skin. Carlos leans down and greets him back with a quick peck on the lips. “Hi, yourself“, Carlos smiles, cupping TK´s face and placing a gentle kiss on the right corner of his mouth. “I missed you. How was your day?“, Carlos pulls back, now mustering him with a more serious expression, his eyes darting across TK´s features. “I was a little worried after last night…“

TK sighs, intertwining their hands and letting them lazily swing back and forth between them. “Today was so much better. I think work really helped.“, TK tries a smile and hesitantly shrugs. „But yeah, last night was…really bad. I haven’t felt this restless and anxious in a long time. I’m sorry for calling you in the middle of your shift, I didn’t want to worry you. Just needed to hear your voice, I guess…“, TK murmurs and avoids Carlos`gaze.

“TK, you know, you can always call me, right? I want you to call me“, Carlos lowers his head in concern, searching for TK´s eyes. „And there is absolutely no need to apologise. I am always here for you, you hear me?“, Carlos squeezes TK´s hands for emphasis. TK meets Carlos eyes again and feels this overwhelming wave of warmth washing over him. “I do. Thank you“, his face softening. “I love you, you know that?“, he presses a lingering kiss to Carlos lips. And another one. And one more. For emphasis.

After a while they both pull back, smiling at each other. They stay like this for a quick moment, neither of them ready to step out of their little bubble just yet.

„I hope you’re hungry, I made us dinner“, Carlos says quietly. TK still looks at him, then getting on his tiptoes to fix his reading glasses. He gently pushes them back in place. Carlos forgot he still has them on, but he knows how much TK likes them, so he doesn’t mind. „I heard…“, Carlos takes TK´s hand in his „…that’s what husbands do“, a playful grin is taking over his entire face as he leads them to the dining table, eyes full of mischief.

TK´s laugh echoes through their apartment, before they come to a halt in front of a beautifully set table. “Very grateful you’re taking notes, babe“, he sits down, taking in the fresh flowers, lit candles and freshly baked bread. “This is…so nice”, he looks absolutely in awe.

TK takes a sip of water and suddenly starts sniffling. “Wait, did you make lasagne?“, he excitedly gets up again and tries to catch a glimpse of the food still cooking in the kitchen behind them. “Yes, lasagne, now sit down, please“, Carlos chuckles. “I have never seen anyone being this excited about lasagne. It never gets old“, he says over his shoulder on his way to the kitchen. He starts filling up their plates and carrying them over to the dining room, where a beaming TK is already waiting for him. Carlos is way too endeared for his own good.

“I know it’s your favourite“, Carlos places the plate down in front of TK, then a quick kiss to his temple. TK fondly watches Carlos as he unfolds the napkin, places it over his lap and tentatively takes a first bite. Their plates are still steaming. “Thank you. You’re the best“, he says softly, then starts digging in as well.

They eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Until TK can hear a quiet sigh of defeat coming from across the table.

“TK…”,

Pause

“Are you wearing my shirt?“

Ummm...this is so good!!! I can assure you that you have nothing to feel insecure about!

It hit so many things that I absolutely love: sweet domestic husbands, adorable teasing, chaotic TK, Carlos being comforting and reassuring! Also, them referring to each other as "my husband" is something I currently can't get out of my head in anticipation for it happening in season 5, so TK loving to say it, casually dropping it into conversations with the 126--and even with patients 😂--I LOVE that! Also, TK admiring Carlos in his reading glasses and TK stealing/wearing Carlos' clothes are another two of my favorite things!

Aside from the excellent content, I loved both the dialogue and description. It flowed well, I could see it all playing out in my mind and I think you captured their voices well! Excellent job! If you ever want to send me any more, feel free! And if/when you do decide to post, you should tag me so I don't miss it!!

[masakia]

Okay yeah I haven't posted anything about sims in a while but I need to freak out about somewhere alright?

This here is my babygirl Jocelyn, I made her for a legacy and had been playing her for a few weeks now. I started the save with her and her sister as teens since it would've give me more time to get to know them and get attached.

Alright everything was fun, she had a cute highschool boyfriend and she was top of her class!

BUT THEN! THE BOYFRIEND CHEATED ON HER WITH HER SISTER! RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF PROM. Of course they had a huge fight (still in their prom makeup and dress in Jocelyn's case (her sister's name is Louise in case anyone wants to know btw)).

She and the boyfriend broke up and she went to graduate top of her class, her sister moved out right after graduation (with Jocelyn's ex btw) and they didn't spoke to each other fow a few months. Now it's important to know that their mom is very traditional and wanted to arrange Jocelyn's marriage to someone she approved of, enter Troy the most boring men on earth, and her mom's coworker. (The nice pictures end here, I lost patience and began to just take them on my phone to send to my friends.)

Despite that they got along and quickly got engaged, Jocelyn had a bachelorette party like two days before her wedding at... her ex boyfriend's nightclub (his family is rich ajd they own it, he takes care of it sometimes) she wasn't expecting him to be there and them between some drinks here and there, they hooked up and she got pregnant, which was an issue cause you know she was set to marry Troy!

The wedding day arrived and she was looking beautiful of course (took me a long time to dress her up so please appreciate my efforts) and everything went well, they got married, renovated the house and then she found out she was pregnant.

She wanted to be a mom since she was a teen, but not this way without knowing who the father is, so because of all the stress she did end up having a rough pregnancy and was bed ridden a lot, to the point where she had to have a c section because a natural labor was too dangerous for her and the baby. Everything seemed to go well with her and the baby (Cassandra) coming gome safe, she was feeling a bit weak but the doctors told her if she got enough bed rest she would be fine (good pictures return now cause I have my game open like right now)

Everything was going well, Jocelyn was resting and passing time with her daughter and she did a paternity test behind her husband’s back to finally know who was little Cassie’s father (it was her ex, but not important). So one morning Jocelyn wakes up and goes to make breakfast as normal when all of a sudden I get a notification “Jocelyn is bleeding ans she needs to go to the hospital now!” So I send her and Troy over there, thinking everything was going to be okay, since I never lost a sim to one of my mods, BUT NOT THIS TIME BABY!

She died bacause of bleeding so much and not even her husband could plead woth the grim reaper so she officially died... And the first thing her ghost did was come back and hold her daughter! Literally the most heartbreaking thing to ever happen to me in all those years playing this game.

(btw nothing in this was planned, just the boyfriend cheating cause this was part of the challenge rules I’m following, the rest was all my mods deciding to fuck with me)

Anyway I’m still considering if I should leave without saving or just move on and play with the story, cause I like when my game throws this kind of stuff at me but, I still had so much stuff to do with her! Literally none of her gen rules has been finished. Yeah I’m insane about this game sometimes.

[ofmoonlitmagic]

He'd predicted it, but it still lit up his features as she said it. "Always," he promised, despite knowing that was more a statement than actual fact. It was still their thing for her to share her portion with him, and to him, that was always its own small declaration of love. All the little moments sprinkled with 'I love you's, they lived it, they breathed it. They could say more in actions than others could with a million words. "You'll get your reminder," he swore, as if he were falling in love with her all over again with that adorable scrunch of her nose, "we have the lambo all the way out here in the middle of Nowhere, USA. Can't waste that now."

His smirk grew all the more at her protest because that wasn't going to stop him, especially not when the tone was to encourage only. He listened carefully for any signs they were legitimately unsafe as he continued his attention to her neck, murmuring, "you wouldn't let us crash." Fingers pressing lightly against the inside of her thigh, he kept them from going too far because her skill wasn't quite to that level of multi-tasking yet. There would be plenty of time to go higher when they were at a stop. "You focus on driving, let me focus on this," he teased as though his actions posed no challenges to her focus at all.

Finally, he did release her back to full focus on the road before both got carried away and ended up with a story to explain to whoever needed to come pick them up. "Stuck with you, huh?" He mused, shrugging, "well, that doesn't sound so bad."

While he knew she would have wanted him to be happy, to move on and find love again if she never came back, Briggs couldn't see it. She was the love of his life, and in every universe, she always would be. The only person he ever could have looked at this way, to have been so eager to marry it burst out of him without a thought of a plan, who could make him feel any happiness at all in a world of horror was her. She was it. It was that simple, that sure. "I absolutely did," he promised, "he's right there, I can feel it. Who knows, we might get back to some news. He was planning a fancy dinner with some pretty heavy-handed cologne usage."

Listening to her laughter, he could have stayed in this moment forever. He could see it now, setting a bunch of dragons who made his family look normal on a casino. Pulling out his phone, he pretended to send out those texts as they remained in this limbo: are we or aren't we serious?

Her hint caused his brow to furrow in thought before he quipped, "honeymoon?" His eyes were never far from her, finding it impossible to look away or not love her. He wanted her to know with his every breath how loved she was by him. There were dozens more that knew her and loved her since they first met, but his love was all he could control and it had only grown. "I'd marry you tomorrow," he murmured, "nah, I'd marry you tonight. I like how that sounds: my wife. Billie Mikaelson? Oh, yeah, I know her, she's my wife." Her comment on the manual brought a laugh, shaking his head before it faded into a contented smile as he held her gaze. "How did I get so damn lucky?" He mused, running his fingers over the back of her hand. "I'm so madly in love with you."

As they finally stood at the back looking everything over, he thought it might have been a better idea to have grabbed some hammocks they could have tied to trees. "Not too late to get back in the car and drive to Vegas," he remarked, before more laughter rose at her suggestion. "I don't think I know any tent making spells, but I can maybe use something to speed this up," he said, feeling a slight need to show off, "and I got the fire down." He probably shouldn't joke about that, but he did anyway. Floating the gear out of the car so he didn't have to drag it, he got to work on it, glancing over his shoulder as he channeled the earth to raise some leaves on the ground to circle around her with the wind.

Billie knew that Briggs would be anticipating her response, one that had began with her stealing his clothes and would absolutely last them a lifetime. “What’s yours is mine” she quipped proudly, before a giggle rose from her throat “and – what’s mine is my own.” Although, that couldn't have been further from the truth. To this day Billie remained in the habit of splitting everything with Briggs, even if they didn't necessarily need to anymore. Her giggle flourished into full blown laughter as she glanced towards him with a playful scrunch of her nose, “I’m very aware of where your skills lie, baby” she teased, “all of which I intend to be reminded of tonight.” Before returning her eyes to the road again, she was getting real good at that part.

“Nuh uh, no way” her protest arose playfully as she caught Briggs leaning closer out of the corner of her eye, already anticipating what was to come as her stomach knotted and a white hot ache surged through her veins. His hand pushing away her curls had her leaning into his touch, practically begging for more, before attempting to protest “are you trying to make me crash?” A weak cuss escaped her lips as his found her neck, followed by an ill suppressed whimper as he murmured against her skin, “this – is definitely not helping" adding breathlessly, "doesn’t mean you should stop though.”

A subtle whine followed as he began to move himself away, practically begging for his touch to return and thinking to hell with the consequences. Laughter soon rose once again in response towards his comment, “i’ll take care of that part” she hummed, before promising with a grin “i’m afraid you’re stuck with me, babe.” 

Billie hadn’t ever given marriage much thought before, or at least not until Briggs had mentioned it and the proposal had followed. They didn’t need to prove their love, but this was so much more than just that. It was about them taking back control over their own lives. Of the future they both desired and deserved, beneath a family name that held great importance to the both of them. And now, all she could think about was marrying him, to finally be his wife. Billie’s amusement returned at the mention of the rings, a brow lifting at the revelation before musing herself, “please tell me that you gave him the push he needs?” before lifting a hand from the wheel as she playfully zipped her lips. 

His comment coaxed another wave of laughter from her, grinning ear to ear again as she mused “really, cus i’m definitely getting rainbow road vibes right now. But, I should have apologised in advance for the whiplash.” The idea of the Mondragons taking Vegas was almost too perfect, and Billie nodded proudly “she would love it there and while I feel that we absolutely should not let her loose in a casino, now the idea’s out there i’m tempted” she teased. Feigning a gasp, Billie sat herself up straighter as she glanced towards him once again, “send those invitation texts baby, it’s happening.” 

Her eyes were eager to explore each feature, somewhat irritated by the divide between them, caused by the car's interior. For now however, his hand upon her would suffice. Grinning proudly, she hummed “-- I mean, on a certain night we can, but that’s the only hint you’re getting though.” Her eyes followed him adoringly as he leaned into her touch and placed a kiss against her palm, it was the subtle actions that were the constant reminder of just how loved she was. Leaning into the seat herself, her expression softened as her hand dropped from his cheek, resting against his forearm now, “I agree, you better hurry up and marry me” she mused, “but only because I can’t wait to be your wife.” Her smile returned, accompanied by a soft giggle, “all the faith and no doubt, you got this and even if you don’t, I packed the instruction manual.” As his gaze captured hers, Billie sighed with sincere contentment, willingly losing herself into those crystal blues as she caught the inside of her lip between her teeth, completely and utterly at peace “just a few more minutes” she breathed, taking in each feature, eager to remind him “I love you.”  

Eventually, the time did come to step out of the lambo, particularly if she wanted to give Briggs his gift. Stood by the trunk of the car now, she peered over at all of the gear before turning herself around, and leaning against the lambo, “this seemed like a really good idea before I remembered we have to set this up." Sighing playfully, she continued “can you like – you know, witchy woo us a campsite?” It was unclear as to whether that was a joke or not. "If anyone can, it's you, my love."

[cosmicbrowniefan]

Idk how I just noticed your pinned post but your fandom taste?? beyond immaculate.

I am humbly asking if you perhaps have any hcs for a gravity falls!au for stranger things, and/or a hogwarts!au 👀

beck, we simply have the best of taste. and yes i do have headcanons

disclaimer: fuck jkr

gravity falls au hcs:

so. will and el are the mystery twins. we been knew

visiting hop in gravity falls, oregon, for the summer of course

the rest of the party happens to have summer jobs at the mystery shack

(why hopper hired them all, he will never know. to this day, it is still one of the best and worst things he's ever done)

i think that the other party members (max, mike, lucas, and dustin) have a little mystery club. a gang, if you will

i think they have journal 3 and they give will and el a brief evaluation before inviting them in to the club

when will and el have their first supernatural encounter and end up defeating the gnomes with a leafblower, the party knows that they're perfect for their club

will and el are just. stunned. to hear about all the stuff that goes down in gravity falls

they love the lore and yeah they might've just fought off a shit ton of gnomes but WOAH there are that many other cool things here too??

of course they have to avoid the watchful eye of hopper

but their friends and fellow employees steve and robin (wendy and soos respectively) help them sneak around and figure things out

the party lets will and el borrow journal 3 to look over

when el sees the page about vampires, she's immediately convinced that mike is one

and while will waves it off and says that that's ridiculous, he can't help but wonder as well

el takes it upon herself to ask max who just laughs and says that they're explored that idea many times, but it doesn't seem to be true

the golf cart is the main form of transport for the party

you're probably wondering, how on earth do six people fit in a golf cart??

well, easy enough answer there: lucas and max in the front, el and will in the back, mike hanging on the side, and dustin on top

they strap dustin in with bungee cords because they've had a few accidents too many

i think max is able to send bill cypher back into oblivion with just one dirty look

bill cypher may be like a demon of multiple worlds, but he has other worlds he can take over that don't involve the wrath of max

el plays matchmaker just like mabel does, but she gets max involved in it too

these girls are the finest matchmakers in all of gravity falls

well. until it came to mike and will

they tried several times to get those two together but god they were both so helpless, el and max just gave up eventually

MIKE FELL FIRST AND MIKE FELL HARDER.

this cute little nerdy boy obsessed with all the cryptids?? who keeps drawing them as they fight them all summer and adding more illustrations to the journal?? has his heart.

will spends most of his summer learning more about this stuff and getting excited about it

he does. think about mike. maybe just a bit

but he often tries to push those thoughts aside bc there's no way mike would like him back AND he has monsters to focus on

until one day lucas casually asks will how he and mike are doing and will is like ????

lucas thought they were dating

okay maybe he knew they weren't and just wanted to stir the pot but still it was enough to make will open his eyes

mike meanwhile has finally broken down and gone to the girls for advice

to which he is greeted with both enthusiasm and a speech of "if you EVER hurt MY BROTHER..."

but yeah. mike ends up asking will out finally

on pioneer day as well, mike asked will if he would go out with him or if he'd have to settle for marrying a woodpecker

will happily agreed

but anyway

uh

lucas punches a pterodactyl in the face

i could go on and on but that's the limit of my brain atm. i love gravity falls. i love stranger things. this was lovely to think about

hogwarts au hcs:

ok so sorting the party into their houses is difficult as fuck. i can honestly see a valid argument of putting the party members in almost any house, and i'm totally here for that discussion, but for this hc set, these are the houses i'm putting them in:

mike: slytherin, will: gryffindor, dustin: ravenclaw, lucas: hufflepuff, max: slytherin, el: gryffindor

dustin is muggle born but god that does not stop him from learning and absorbing everything he can about the wizarding world

el has a cat, mike, lucas, max, and will have owls, and dustin has a toad

the toad's name is scribbles

idk why, it just is

also lucas and will play quidditch!! lucas is a keeper and will is a chaser

fred and george did not pass the maurauder's map to harry. they passed it to max and will

max and will have not told a soul that they have it, but they use it to their advantage and love it

mike and el have a competition of collecting chocolate frog cards

who has the most, the rarest ones, the most diverse set, etc

el is winning btw

lucas thinks the toothpaste every flavor bean tastes good

they all have some wonderful wizarding talents as well

as i said before, will and lucas are on the quidditch team, so they're good at that

lucas is also great in care of magical creatures

he loves every single one of those animals and knows just how to calm them and care for them

el has a real knack for herbology!!

she actually wants to come back and teach it after she graduates

el also. wants a pet mandrake

dustin is a potions MASTER

he learns all these tricks and does them so well that he could practically write a second edition of the half-blood prince's book

mike is good at charms!

he loves all those little helpful spells that just make life easier, ya know

those are the best

max is FANTASTIC at transfiguration

she can turn anything into. anything

in fact max has this little business (that might not be entirely safe or legal for her to do by wizarding standards, but she does it anyway)

she helps transfigure body parts of dysphoric trans hogwarts students

shh don't tell anyone

mike got the most O.W.L.s.

no one knows how, but he did

also max once locked umbridge in the room of requirement

"it was what i required at that time! it wasn't my fault, i swear!"

oh you know how i said dustin has a toad scribbles

he also is in the toad choir at hogwarts

he and scribbles both have voices of angels

when they're old enough, lucas and el get put as head boy and head girl

will is a prefect

mike flirting with him shamelessly and will trying to stay professional but he can't help but melt at his boyfriend's dumb little attempts to catch him off guard

sometimes he gets so flustered from mike's flirting that he can't remember the password to the common room and he has to wait for someone else to come back to help him

setting them in the year of triwizard tournament rn

lucas is the hogwarts champion!!!!!! bc who tf else i mean come on he's perfect

will drawing banners for lucas and mike charming them to animate

byler dancing at the yule ball :(((((((

ugh god i. i love them

again i could go on and on but that's the limit of my brain for tonight

hope you enjoyed!!!!!!

[tootiredmotel]

For @one-more-offbeat-anthem 's 1k follower celebration. The prompt was "sickfics" and I've never written a sickfic in my life so, naturally, I adapted a scene from one of my comfort movies (Fever Pitch, 2005). HUGE congrats on your milestone love!!!

read on ao3 or below (1.5k words)

Castiel should've known better than to listen to his brother regarding food. They have wildly different palates, and why he agreed to accompany Gabriel to lunch at some newly-opened new-age restaurant with barely any reviews, he'll never know. He wasn't thinking.

He could think even less that night, hunched over the toilet with food poisoning while his date knocked on his apartment door.

As soon as he could, Castiel scrambled to his feet and wobbled over to open it, his over-excitable golden retriever on his heels. Dean stood there in a nice leather jacket, all dapper and first-date-ready with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and it broke Castiel's heart to have to tell him:

"I'm sick."

He was sure it was evident in his eyes, death breath, hair sticking out in all directions from holding his head above the toilet, but he said it anyway.

"I'm really sick, I'm sorry. Come back tomorrow."

Castiel went to close the door, but Dean took a cautious step, bouquet forgotten at his side. "Sick how? You in pain? Do you need anything?"

"I just-" Castiel swallowed forcefully. "I ate at this new restaurant and-"

Just thinking about it made him run to the bathroom again, and he almost didn't make it on time. He barely registered Dean, still at the doorway, say something about Castiel (Cas, he called him) not needing to fake it if he didn't want to go out with him. A few seconds later, the door closed, and Castiel (still puking) thought that was that. He blew it with the handsome schoolteacher, all thanks to his brother's awful culinary taste.

His dog's wasn't so far behind. "Honey, please don't eat that," he reprimanded her, failing to shoo her out of the bathroom.

When he felt he was done, for the time being at least, he tried to stand. He was weak, and for a second he thought he might split his head open on the toilet seat, but then Dean was there, hands on his waist, helping him up. "I got you," said Dean, over and over again, and Castiel believed him.

Dean helped him to his bed where he tried to sit him down, but Castiel must've been weaker than he thought. He flopped backward, and then Dean cautiously lifted his head and placed a pillow underneath.

"Thank you."

"Got some more comfortable clothes? Something to sleep in?"

It's then Cas remembered he was already dressed for the date, slacks and a white button-up (probably grossly stained, he hated to think), and pointed Dean to a drawer.

A second later Dean was gently hoisting him back to his feet, strong hands at his sides, saying "Here, I'll help you change. Promise I won't look. Too much, I won't look too much."

And that actually made Castiel chuckle.

Dean unbuckled and took off his slacks first, replacing them with sweatpants. It was a slow, quiet process, and Dean only spoke up after he'd taken off Castiel's tie and shirt. "Alright, I gotta be honest, I'm looking. Sorry, Cas."

Cas couldn't help another chuckle. Dean was incredibly respectful through it all, careful not to touch any skin unless he had to, which was mostly to keep Cas from falling over. He slipped a t-shirt onto him and laid Cas back down on the bed, this time with his head where it was supposed to be. That's when things started to blur, when his head hit the pillow.

"I don't think there's anything left in there, but just in case..."

Cas, through hazy vision, noticed Dean putting his empty hamper next to the bed. He thanked him, repeatedly. Cas isn't sure how many times he said it, over and over again, thank you.

"Hey, no, you just get some rest," was the last thing Cas heard Dean say before he was out like a light.

Cas suspects he briefly regained consciousness three times during that night.

The first time, he's sure of. He felt a hand on his shoulder, slowly coaxing him awake. "Here," Dean said softly, placing a bottle of Gatorade with a straw in it on the nightstand. "Drink this if you can, alright? Get your strength back." Cas nodded and fell back asleep.

The second time was more questionable, and he only knows it was real because he saw the results of it in the morning. He slowly awoke on his own and saw Dean in his bathroom across from his bedroom door, wearing rubber gloves and scrubbing away at the toilet with a sponge. Cas tried to stop him, tell him no, please, you don't have to do that, really, but couldn't help sleep drag him back down before he could get the words out.

The third time is the most unbelievable. Borderline fantastical. If it was real, he might just have to marry this guy.

Cas thinks he saw Dean brushing Honey's teeth.

Out of everything that happened the night before, that is all he can think about as he steps out of the shower in the morning. He plans to call Dean, send a fruit basket to his school, invite him on the best date of his life to repay him for all he did, and ask him. It's going to sound ridiculous, did you brush my dog's teeth or did I hallucinate that, and Dean will probably turn down his invite. If not for the hell he went through that night, then for Cas being insane.

And then Cas finds Dean asleep on his couch, Honey snuggled into his side. And yeah, he's probably going to marry this guy. This schoolteacher who happened to pick him and his office as a field trip destination for his math kids. This adorable guy that came back later that same day, thanked him for getting through to the kids (which Cas didn't think he had, but he digresses), and then asked him out. This unbelievably sweet guy that Cas initially rejected, god knows why, but then called at his school and left a message for, Saturday at seven, here's my address, because he couldn't get him off his mind. This caring, thoughtful, heaven-sent guy who showed up with flowers, now in a vase on his dining table, found Cas with food poisoning and proceeded to take care of him, his dog, and his apartment the rest of the night.

Before Cas can think about marrying him again (which he was going to, the hopeless romantic), Honey startles and jumps off the couch, waking Dean. Cas doesn't move, just watches as Dean sits up, notices him, then sits up straighter.

"Hey! Hey, how you feeling?" Dean asks, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand. He put products in his hair for the date, Cas notices, because it's now stiffly and adorably messed up.

"Much better. I won't be entering any pie-eating contests any time soon, though."

"Too bad. That was my next date idea."

Cas smiles, the words next date making his heart flutter in his ribcage. His question pops back into his mind.

"Did you, um..." Don't ask about the dog, he'll think you're crazy. He decides to go with "Did you clean my bathroom last night?" even though he knows the answer.

"Me? No."

Well. Cas thought he knew the answer. Probably dreamed it too. But then who-

"The vomit elves came in," Dean continues. "Real cute. Little hats, miniature vomit bags, adorable. Efficient too."

Cas is stuck somewhere between smiling so wide his cheeks hurt, and shaking his head while rolling his eyes. "Did the elves brush Honey's teeth too?"

"Oh no, that one was me."

And that has Cas laughing in earnest. At the sound of her name, Honey came bouncing back, settling next to Dean on the couch.

"Not letting the little bastards take credit for that one. This sweetheart loves me, and I earned that myself," Dean says, scratching Honey between her ears, enraptured.

"Dean, thank you." At that, Dean looks up. "Thank you. You could've just left, but you chose to stay. And you went above and beyond. Thank you."

Dean looks away and stands, trying to play it off with a wave of his hand. "Nah, it was nothing."

"It was everything," Cas says stepping forward, placing a beckoning hand on Dean's shoulder. Dean finally looks at him with a barely-there smile and a gaze that wants to escape, but he fights for it to stay on Castiel's face. Cas is glad he does, because he needs Dean to see, understand, how grateful he is.

"I uh... I got you these." Dean reaches for a paper bag on the coffee table, and that's when Cas takes his hand off his shoulder. "Some movies."

"Such as?"

"Mostly anime porn," Dean says, and Cas is doing it again, the chuckling/eye roll/head shake combo. "And some stuff I like to watch when I'm not doing great."

"Well, for me that would be documentaries."

"Wait." Dean blinks. "What? What did you say?"

"Documentaries. Preferably environmental, or perhaps historical in nature."

"No way, you're not gonna believe this," Dean says, a bit too much surprise on his face. "This is insane dude, check this out..."

He reaches into the bag, and Cas half believes he's about to pull out a copy of Disney's Earth. He's delighted to be wrong.

"Roadhouse."

Cas laughs again, and the beaming smile on Dean's face is what convinces him. He is definitely going to marry this guy.

[missroseofficial]

She

Hi lovies! I am making a comeback :)

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: 18+ mature language, some smutty implications(like 1 or 2, no actual smut), mentions of anxiety

Please do not post my work anywhere else without my permission.

The one in which y/n is one step closer to living her tumblr dream.

“Dude c’mon! You’re seriously bailing on me last minute?” You frantically questioned your friend while searching for your top. “I told you not to get shitfaced last night Ms. I don’t get hangovers.” The two of you had plans to go to an LA New Years party which you had only known about because your uncle played golf with the one and only Jeff Azoff.

“Hey Uncle Ken, what’s up?” You answered your phone quickly, shocked to see your Uncle’s name pop up on the screen.

“Hey sweetie.” He chirped back. “So I was golfing with my buddy Jeff, you know the one who works with Harry Styles?”

“Uh-huh.” You muttered wondering where on Earth he was headed with this. Your heart started to race as your remembered your Uncle was friends with Jeff fucking Azoff of all people. He quickly brought you back to reality. “Y/N?”

“Oh yea sorry I was reading a text.” You lied.

He continued, “Right. Anyways he’s having a New Year’s party at his place and he invited me. He said I could invite you and to feel free to bring a friend. There will be plenty of food and liquor.”

“Uhm..” Your hand instantly wiped across your face as if you were trying to wipe something off, “Is Harry Styles going to be there?”

A low chuckle escaped from his mouth, “No. One step ahead of you. I already asked, he’s in London with family.”

“Oh.” You quickly responded, not trying to sound disappointed because you were actually kind of relieved. Not that you didn’t want to meet him but, “what if this is a fanfic come to life?”

“What?” Your uncle questioned.

“Uh nevermind.” You quickly said back. Fuck. You thought to yourself. “Okay, I’ll be there. Just text me time and place. I have to go though, have an appointment to be at.”

“Sending everything right now as we speak. Talk to you later, love you!”

“You too uncle Ken.” You hung up the phone. “Fuck. Holy shit. What if I become the girl from the fanfics. The one. I could marry Harry Styles. Okay shut up y/n. Chill. You were literally just told he won’t be there and he is in a completely different country.” Tears started to fill your eyes and you were unsure if they were happy tears, anxiety tears, or both.

You unlocked your phone and texted your best friend.

“Y/N just fucking gooo. Do not be a bitch and bale.” Michelle urged.

“Okay okay. I’m going.” You said forcefully.

She hummed in response. “Good. That’s what I thought. Now glam the fuck up and go get Harry’s number.”

“He’s not going to be there.” Your eyes rolled because this is probably the two hundredth time she has mentioned this and you have had to remind her every time that he will not be at the party.

“Right the off chance that he is though, you never know. You could have the tumblr life.” She said retorically.

“Okay don’t you have like some throwing up to do or something?” You asked getting annoyed.

“Yeah actually I do, I’ll talk to your later. Be safe and have fun!”

“Will do!” You hung up the phone and went to continue looking for the sparkly pants you bought to wear tonight. “Howwwwww did I lose them?”

You turned around and walking back to your living room, smirking to yourself as the sight of the pants came into your view laying on the couch. “Of course.” You let a little laugh out as you walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before going back to grab the pants and get ready.

You showered and did the whole works. Shaved, just in case anything were to go down especially with the one and only Harry Styles which you knew was so not likely but liked to think of the just in case. You did a treatment on your hair, exfoliated. Literally the whole shabang. After stepping out of the shower you wrapped yourself in towel and your hair in the microfiber wrap letting the leave in conditioner soak in a few minutes. You picked up your phone and opened the tumblr app.

To your surprise, there’s a new Harry photo trending.

“Holy fuck.” You froze. “Harry is in LA?! No no no no.” You stood up from your bed and started pacing back and forth just muttering “shit.”

When you finally pulled yourself together, it was 5pm. You were still wrapped in a towel and so was your hair. You walked into your closet, grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a bra. You unwrapped yourself from the towel, including your hair and slipped on the clean under garments. Then you made your way to the bathroom to blow dry your hair and curl it. You used a wand because you wanted loose curls and they wouldn’t hold if you had used a regular curling on it. You kept your makeup look light, just a simple soft glam look because you planned on drinking quite a bit so you didn’t want heavy makeup.

You quickly threw your outfit on and slipped on your shoes before grabbing your black side strap purse. Small enough to keep on you but big enough to fit your essentials.

outfit inspo:

You unlocked your phone and opened the Uber app, there was no use in driving tonight. You would end up leaving your car there anyways if you had drove.

The uber took about 20 minutes to arrive, the party started at 6pm, it was currently 7:30. “Great, walking in late. An hour and thirty minutes to be exact.” You thought to yourself. Unsure why you were letting it bother you, this was LA, everyone was always late.

The Uber drive was uncomfortable, the quietness made your anxiety worse because it left your thoughts with room to surface. All the anxious thoughts.

You were minutes away from most likely being in the same room, at the same party as Harry Fucking Styles. He’s back in LA, of course he is gonna go to Jeff’s party.

Once your arrived, you took your coat off hanging it on one of the hooks so conveniently placed in the foyer. You started to move with much motivation to find someone you knew, that someone being your uncle.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being yelled but unsure from where. There was so much noise and all the people standing around with drinks mingling weren’t helping. “Y/N!” There it was again. The voice this time sounded unfamiliar but familiar at the same time. It wasn’t your uncles and it was a different voice than the first time your name was called.

You finally find the voice, your body tenses, your heart races and palms become sweaty. You see Jeff Azoff waving and Harry Styles cupping his mouth yelling, “Y/N! Here!”

“Oh shit.” You mutter to yourself as you began to walk towards them.

Once you get there, Jeff bids you a quick “Hey!” then runs off leaving you confused and alone with Harry. There is an awkward 20 second silence between the two of you. “Here. Have this.” He hands you a drink, clear.

“Don’t accept drinks from strangers.” You smirked.

“Right. Hi, ‘m Harry.” He eagerly extended his hand out for you to shake.

You took his hand, “I’m Y/N, nice to finally meet you.”

“Finally?” He questioned.

You took a sip of the clear drink from the cup, the taste and the warmth made you shiver.

“Oof that’s tequila.” You said trying to keep yourself from yacking handing the cup back to Harry.

He smiled taking the cup back from you, “Not your poison?”

“More of a rum type of girl.”

“Interesting. Can I get you something? I’ll make it m’ self.” He said proudly.

“Malibu and pineapple juice please.” You beamed.

Harry nodded, “Be right back.”

You scratched your head thinking about the events that just happened. Before you could get lost in your thoughts, Harry comes back. Although this time he is accompanied by Jeff. Suddenly it hit you that your uncle wasn’t there or he just hadn’t came up and said hi yet. “Jeff you seen my Uncle Ken?”

“Did he not tell you?” He asked.

“Mmm no. Tell me what?”

“He had a last minute thing. Ended up having to pick his kids up early because their mother is sick.”

“Ah.” You took a sip of your drink, “Wow strong. I like it.” You took another sip trying to ease your anxiety which you had hoped wasn’t obvious.

The night went much smoother than you had expected, after a couple drinks made by yours truly you eased up quite a bit.

To your very surprise, you managed to get the number of Harry fucking Styles.

You ended up leaving the party at the same time as Harry and sharing an Uber.

The uber ride was silent, the both of you were deep in thought.

Harry was starstruck and couldn’t find the words to even talk to you. When he realized the driver was pulling up to his house, he wanted to smack himself for keeping that car ride so quiet.

He stuck his hand out towards you after stepping out of the vehicle.

You gazed up with your glazed over eyes, “Oh--uhm..” before you could say anything, Harry’s low voice stopped you.

“Please, I--I just don’ want t’ let yeh go just yet.” He smiled awkwardly in disbelief that he said that to a girl he just met.

You obliged and took his hand. As the two of you walked hand in hand your thoughts again began to race. Tears began to make their way through. You tried to wipe them away but they kept coming, you hoped it was subtle enough for Harry not to notice.

Harry was so worked up himself that he hadn’t looked at you. He pulled his hand away from yours to enter the pin to his front gate, then quickly grabbed your hand in his again. He glanced over to you, noticed you were rubbing your eyes as if something was irritating them.

“You alright?” He asked, concerned.

“Yeah, just a little allergy attack.”

He tilted his head, he knew you were lying by the sound of your voice. It was shaky. Harry let it go for the time being and focused on getting the two of you into the house.

Once the two of you were safely inside, he guided you up stairs.

You were still shaky but you got ahold of yourself and managed to let out a sly remark.

“Hm, taking me to your bedroom already, Styles? Damn you move quick.” A laugh escaped from your mouth.

Harry stopped in his tracks causing you to break quickly almost bumping into him. He put his hand up to his chest and gasped dramatically, “How dare you!” He said with an exaggerated valley girl accent.

You giggled.

“If yeh must know, y/n, ‘m takin yeh to m' room but to get you comfortable and cozy. But I mean…” A cheeky grin appeared on his face.

“Harry!” You exclaimed swatting his chest. He just snickered.

Harry opened the door to his bedroom and led you over the his bed motioning you to sit down. He disappeared into his closet for a couple minutes. Seemed like he was gone for twenty. He came out with a pair of sweats, basketball shorts, and a tshirt.

“Now I wasn’ sure if ya wanted shorts or sweats so.”

“Sweats.” Your stomach had butterflies at the gesture.

Harry disappeared into the bathroom for a minute. You heard the shower turn on so you assumed that he was hopping in. Surprised he didn’t say anything though.

He came out with a wide grin.

“Shower is on for yeh!”

“You are something else, Styles. Thank you.” You smiled and made your way to the bathroom.

You eyes lit up as you walked into the room and shut the door behind you. He had lit a candle for you and laid two towels on the counter. One for your body and one for your face. You smiled to yourself and stripped down.

You hopped into the shower and it was the perfect temperature. You used his tea tree shampoo/conditioner and laughed to yourself as you picked up the watermelon scented body wash. You sang Watermelon Sugar to yourself as quietly as you possibly could and even did a little dance.

You finished up and got out drying yourself off. You went up to the counter and noticed a new toothbrush unopened was laying on the counter, which you hadn’t noticed earlier. Your heart again skipped a beat. You got dressed and brushed your teeth.

When you came out of the bathroom, Harry wasn’t in the room. You made your way out of the room and downstairs. You walked down a couple hallways and found your way to the kitchen to find Harry sitting up at the counter scrolling through his phone.

Which reminded you to pull yours out.

“Hey.” Your voice was sweet and quiet.

“Hey lovie, feel better?” He beamed up at you.

Once again, your heart.

“Much better thank you!” You sat next to him at the counter.

“My pleasure.” Harry stared down at you, chin resting on his palm. He was thinking to himself that he could get used to this, to you.

You lit your phone screen up and had multiple notifications from Michelle.

aand that's a wrap! Please send feedback and if this kicks off, I will write a part 2 :)

[house-of-slayterr]

Blinky’s POV:

We had the strangest assortment of people come through town today. There wasn’t a church around here for miles, yet some nuns came passing through our sleepy little town. I wasn’t really fully listening as they asked Spaulding for directions.

I snuck out the back door to see if they’d left their vehicle unattended. I could at least make myself useful and steal some stuff while he kept them distracted. I was almost certain he’d lead them in the direction of the house. Spaulding wasn’t really the religious type, far from it in fact. The amount of times he’s used the lords name in vain per day alone was more than enough to send him to hell. Let alone all the other things.

Of course, I knew about Christianity and Catholicism. My mother had married a priest, my father. They married and planned to have my brother, but I was an accident. They’d only ever wanted one child, but my father had warmed up to me. My mother swore I was possessed by a demon as a child, turns out I was just autistic. But that label never caused her to treat me any better.

They never made me go to church with them, fearing that I would have an “outburst” as they called them. My mother didn’t want me to embarrass her in-front of my friends. I went around the van and opened the door, it was unlocked. But I was entirely surprised to find a person huddled in the dark corner.

Their head shot up instantly and their eyes met mine. They looked startled, and I couldn’t blame them. A stranger was breaking into their car. She didn’t speak first, so I just awkwardly cleared my throat. Trying to think of a quick lie.

“The nuns left their money in the car, and can’t pay for the gas…” I trailed.

God, Baby was right, I really was awful at lying. But luckily this tanager didn’t seem to pick up on that, and just pointed to the Center counsel.

“Thanks.” I muttered, before grabbing the cash and pocketing it.

I slipped back in through the back door to see they were finally leaving. Spaulding turned to me.

“We’ll this should be interesting.” He smirked.

It was a sinister smirk that her wore well, one that would have unnerved me a year ago, but it was endearing now. Spaulding was nice when he was happy.

“Definitely.” I said unsure, handing him the wad of cash.

“So that’s where you ran off to, you cheeky minx” he laughed.

“Think we can fix Manon’s bed with this money? The back leg is still cracked.”

“With this, we can fix half the damn house. Nice work kid. What were a bunch of nuns doing carrying this much cash anyway?”

“I don’t know, Cap-“ I paused.

He turned his attention away from counting the cash and back to me.

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now Blinky. Just because they claim to be warriors of god or some dumb bullshit like that, doesn’t mean they’re any better than us.”

“I know, I just- there was someone in their van and they looked scared.”

“We’ll then, let’s make sure those nuns are even more scared.”

He tried his best to calm my nerves but it didn’t really work.

“Why don’t you go run up for the house and warn the others Yeah?”

“Yes sir.”

I quickly scurried off. I was surprisingly fast for how short I was. I could cover a lot of ground quickly. Running helped to clear my mind sometimes. I ran through the front door and almost ran stirght into Manon.

“Woah, what did we say about running in the house little clown?” She asked.

It was stern, but not angry.

“Running leads to accidents and I could get hurt.” I replied.

“Why are you in such a hurry, miss me?” She asked sweetly.

“Always. But, ummm, we have… company.”

“Oh. Well then, I suppose we should go find Otis.”

I nodded frantically. Otis was more than excited about the news. It seems religious leaders didn’t really come here much. Don’t really blame them. For most people, this place was probably hell on Earth. But to me it was home.

“Why don’t you send them down to the church Blink?” He asked.

“What? We have a church here?!? How come I’ve never seen it?”

He chuckled.

“Because it’s all boarded up Blink. Don’t you know, dangerous things happen here, it’s the Devils town.” He smirked. “Last preacher practically ran out of here with his tail between his legs. You gotta cut through the woods to get there.”

“Got it, I’ll get them to the church.”

“Good girl.” He ruffled my hair.

I didn’t mind it as much anymore. I wasn’t so scared of being a girl in this world anymore. Not with strong women’s like Manon, and Baby and Mama around. Sure they were no Rosa Parks or Mother Theresa. But they were strong, and empowered by their own femininity and it was contagious. I practically threw myself down the stairs, trying to get a head start. I didn’t want to disappoint them.

“Blinky, running!” Manon shouted after me.

“Right, sorry!”

I hopped on my bike, one Otis has stolen for me. It just so happened to be my favourite colour. I wounded if he even knew that? I spotted the van from earlier stopped at the edge of town. One of the Nuns was talking to another outside the vehicle. They looked up as they heard my tires against the gravel. I hopped off my bike to dropped it to the floor.

“Hey, so glad I could catch you. You see, my Uncles a little-“ I made the universal sign for crazy, “he totally forgot we have a church right here in town. That is if you guys were still looking for a church around here. The preacher is out of town at the moment, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Churches are meant to be prayed in, right?” I smiled innocently.

They seemed to discuss it amongst themselves before turning to me.

“That would be very helpful child, thank you.”

“I could show you where it is. You wouldn’t mind walking right, it’s just a quick trick through those woods. The Father always thought being out in nature made him feel closer to god.”

I added the last sentence to ease any worry they might have.

“No, we wouldn’t mind at all. God does demand sacrifice after all.”

There was something off about them, the way they were looking at me. I could see the look of disgust in one of their eyes. The other Nun a opened the van door and demanded the girl from earlier get out. She liked frail, much like I had when I first got here. Where they starving her? Punishing her for her sins or something? What could she have possibly done that was so bad?

She didn’t dare speak as we all walked in silence. Well, not total silence. I could hear her mumbling random bible verses under her breath. Some of which I was faintly familiar. As we approached the old building, they looked skeptical. I made a quick lie for the state of it.

“Some people tried to break in, don’t get repair men out here often. But everything you need should be inside. Pews, bibles, holy water… whatever you need.”

“That will be all child” the eldest nurse said.

Her tone was bitter and vile, almost as if they didn’t want me to step foot in that church, like I was unworthy. But frankly, I didn’t want to. I didn’t usually actively participate in kills with the family, preferring to stay behind with Manon unless she was needed. Otis was always too worried a victim would get loose and try to hurt me. And I didn’t want to make him worry, even though I could handle myself.

I made my way back through the woods to retrieve my bike. I threw it in the back of their van. They hadn’t noticed me pick pocket the keys. I drove the vehicle back to the house where Mama was the only one to greet me.

“Hey sugar bug, you been getting into trouble?”

“Only the regular amount I laugh. Got a new van outside, you should check it out!” I beamed brightly, happy I was able to score us something so big.

“What did I do to deserve such a nice grandchild?” She said.

“Please Mama, you know I’d do anything for you. We could sell it for a lot of money, unless one of the boys wants to keep it for errands.”

“You did good kiddo. I’m assuming the others are gonna be out late, so it’s just you and I for dinner tonight.”

After dinner I grew sleepy, slipping off into Otis’s room. I didn’t want to go to my room, his smelt like him. I curled up under the bed in the corner and stole one of Manon’s Blankets, bundling myself up for a little floor nap. I figured they couldn’t be too mad about it, after all the good work I did today. But a few hours later I woke up to shouting from Baby’s room and I grew curious.

I assumed they would have disposed off all the nuns back at the church. It would be easy to burn down and claim it was a natural disaster. Fires started in the woods all the time. Perhaps they brought them to the house, Otis did like to keep his toys around a while. I silently crept down the hall and peaked my head through the door way. Baby silently told me to leave with a look, but there was something that just didn’t feel right here.

I couldn’t explain it well, but I could always tell when something bad was about to happen. It’s as the only way I stayed alive at my old house. Anticipating the bad so I could do everything to avoid whatever thing I would be stupidly punished for next. The girl started talking about punishments she received, being made to face a wall. And that hit close to home.

“Why would they make you face the wall?” I asked.

I was sure I didn’t really want to know the answer. Why was my heart breaking for this stranger?

“To protect themselves from the evil eye, so I wouldn’t curse them with my gaze.”

I was stunned, dumbfounded really. Religious people really had the gall to villainies someone for something they couldn’t control. I thought her eyes were pretty. Not Doe Eyes levels of pretty, but they were unique. They were special.

As she continued speaking I got more and more upset. Her life sounded incredibly dismal and meaningless. How she could still have the will to live and act like nothing was wrong, was beyond me.

“But, how did you go to school then?” I asked.

She must have learned to speak and read somewhere right? I was furious when I found out they hadn’t even let her go to school. Every kid should have the right to proper education. Doesn’t mean she’s any lesser for not having it, but I was pissed. Before I heard anything out, I stomped out of the room. I head Baby call after me, but I didn’t stop.

I ran downstairs and outside to the van, throwing up the door and ripping through the belongings inside. When I opened the centre console again, I spotted a notebook. One of the nurses diaries. I wasn’t very good at reading cursive but I could make it out if I concentrated hard enough. I flip to the last page, todays date.

“Today, Lord, we pray that you bless our congregant. We will purge the girl of her demons once and for all. She will not bring shame and dishonour to your name, or this covenant. We pray you are kind to her when she gets to you.”

A growl ripped through my throat. They had planned to kill her today. Bring her to some desolate town where no one would think to look. It was brutal, and the fact that they could justify by saying it was for the honour of their God. Fuck their God! I wasn’t sure I ever believed in him, but I definitely didn’t now. How could they claim he’s so high and mighty, when he supposedly let his chosen people suffer every day.

I ran back inside, going straight to the living room where Mama and Spaulding were relaxing after the long day. I didn’t waste time with pleasures, I didn’t want to say something I might regret.

“Where did they put the bodies?” I asked.

“What?” Spaulding said confused.

“The Nuns, Spaulding, where are they?”

I couldn’t get a word out without shaking. I’d never felt this much anger before.

“The basement, Tiny is handling them.” He raised a brow at me as I stormed off.

I heard Mama mutter a “what the fuck is their problem?” But I didn’t really care.

I made my way down stairs, careful not to startle Tiny. He wasn’t used to having much company and preferred to stay by himself.

“Tiny?” I called as softly as I could manage.

He looked up from here he was currently dismantling their bodies. I felt no remorse or shame for what became of them. They were lower than the dirt, and that’s where they would remain. Despite my best efforts, he still flinched slightly.

“Think you could help me with something?” He nodded.

I moved closer to the table. Standing across from the giant. He wasn’t really used to seeing me down hair, I’d only been down in the basement once before to call him up for dinner.

“I want their eyes.” I explained simply.

Tiny was a man of few, if any words. So he didn’t question it. He pointed to a tool on the little cart he had, indicating that it was the one I wanted. The tables down here were built specifically for him, so they were way too tall for me. Without having to ask, he picked me up gracefully and plopped me down on the table. I muttered a soft thanks as I glared down at the corpse beneath me.

“May the devil spare you” I said, before plunging the object into her eyes socket and digging out her eye.

I quickly shoved it in my pocket, and crawled across the table standing up towards the end. I stood up on my tippy toes and kissed Tiny on his cheek.

“Thanks!”

I said, before rushing back upstairs to baby’s room. Otis and Baby were still there berating the girl. There were a few new wounds on her, but nothing major that couldn’t be fixed with a little love and care. Like I had done with Manon when she first got here. Baby was surprised to see I had come back.

“Where did you run off to?” Otis grunted.

“I brought our guest a gift.” I said.

He raised his brow, but backed off of them none the less. I leaned down over the chair, getting close to her face.

“What is your name?” I asked sternly.

She seemed scared, but under the circumstances I couldn’t blame her.

“Se-Selina.” She stuttered out.

I smiled, not my usual happy smile. This was much more sinister in intent. I bent down and started untying her feet.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Blinky?” Otis asked.

I shot him a glare. Not my proudest moment, something about biting the hand that feeds you, but he let me take control. It was rare that I would participate with a living victim. Perhaps he was curious.

“You- you said you had a gift for me?” She asked confused.

“The way I see it, you have two options. Stay here with us, or join your sisters… you seem like a smart girl Selena, so, what’s it gonna be?” I was testing her.

I saw potential in her, she didn’t seem weak, she just didn’t have the tools to be strong yet. But we could offer that. It would be nice having someone closer to my age around.

“Did they kill them?” She asked.

Otis let out a laugh, and Baby quickly followed.

“Real brains on this one.” He jeered.

But another glare had him quiet again.

“Tell me, what would you do to survive?”

She thought so a second, trembling slightly.

“Anything.” She said honestly.

I smirked. That was exactly what I wanted to here.

“Then I present you your gift.”

I dug into my pocket, pulling out the bloody eyeball. She looked horrified. Baby started laughing louder, and Otis just stood there watching carefully.

“Is that?”

“Yes, I want you to step on it. Your legs are free now.”

“Why would you-“

“And eye for an eye Selena, they were going to kill you for yours, and now, they face the wrath of your little god all cold and alone. So, you can let the ghost of your past haunt you, or you can move forward. Reinvent yourself, join us!”

I knew my little speech would work. Preachers said total nonsense with complete confidence and nobody ever bat an eye. But my words were for some false god, they were in the name of family, preservation… life. All things I could tell she craved.

“You won’t kill me if I do this?” She asked finally.

“You have my word. Otis, Baby?”

Baby sent me a small smile. And I turned my attention to my father, for all intensive purposes.

“Fuck this, I’m out.” He said, I rolled my eyes. “Do what you want, but she’s your responsibility now. Don’t come running to me when something goes wrong.”

He said as he left the room. Baby placed her hand on my shoulder and waved goodbye to Selena.

“Have fun you two, don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” She said in a sing song voice as she followed after her brother.

I knelt down, placing the eye beneath her feet. When a looked back up a few tear as slipped from her eyes. I went to reach to wipe them away but she flinched.

“I told you, I’m not going to hurt you.”

She seemed to untense slightly at that and let me wipe away her tears.

“Where they really going to kill me?”

I handed her the notebook. She did say she could read, but this nun has atrocious handwriting. I simply pointed to the open page.

“It’s all right there. Why do they think they drove you all the way out here? Nobody lives out here, cops don’t even want to come out here if there’s an emergency. They were going to throw you away Selena, but I promise I would never do that.”

“Why are you being so kind?”

“Because I was like you once. Otis and the others helped me to survive. They’re my family. Don’t you want to be more than just a Ghost? A memory? You could be somebody here. So what do you say?”

My voice had softened a little, most of my sudden rage dissipating. I need her to trust me. Otis did say she was my responsibility now, if this backfired I’d be to blame. And I couldn’t risk upsetting my family.

“Everything’s riding on you now Selena. I can only do so much to protect you, you’ll have to learn to protect yourself.”

“I’ll do it.” She said.

Before she could psych herself out, she stomped down hard on the eyeball and it exploded with a squelch. I gave her a proud smile. She was already much further along than I was when I first joined the Firefly’s. I could tell we were going to be fast friends. Otis has been spending more time with Manon recently, which I guess I was happy about. But I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, and Baby kept getting stolen away by Mama.

Now I’d have something to occupy my time when everyone was busy, so I didn’t have to be alone with my thoughts. Bad things happened when I was alone for too long. I quickly untied her wrists and helped her stand.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up. You must be exhausted.”

An: Bam! Knocked it out faster than I thought, it was so easy to write because your piece inspired me Cy. I can’t wait to see what shenanigans Blinky and Ghost get up to. And yes, I know, Blinky has to put another quarter un her sweat jar, but it was worth it!

@myers-meadow-selfship

Tomorrow morning, if God wills, you will wake once again.

Characters: Selena, Blinky, Otis, Baby

Words: 1463

Content warnings: Racism, really racist and outdated talk about people of colour, Christianity, negative stereotypes against people with albinism

divider by friefly-graphics

The door flew open and the white-haired man entered, eyes seemingly burning with anger. “So, are you a racist bitch like your ‘Sisters’ as well?” 

“Race- racist?”, I repeated unsure. “What... what does that mean?” 

An expression of disbelief replaced the obvious anger, but it was still there, I could basically feel it in the air. “You sayin’ you don’t know what racism is?” 

I squirmed in my seat, feeling both embarrassed and scared. “I- I’m not sure? It has to do with race?” 

“Listen here, missy-”, he snapped, taking a step towards me, and I instinctively lowered my head, trying to curl in on myself as much as the ropes would allow me to. 

“Otis, wait!”, the woman who’d introduced herself as “Baby” called and grabbed his arm. 

“What?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Just gimme a second.” 

Then, she turned to me. “So, what do ya know about race?” 

“I... the Sisters said that there are different human races, separated by appearance, intelligence, and how civilised they are. Like, white people are superior to black people because they were found living in the wilderness in Africa, not wearing any clothes, no proper homes, barely capable of language, so the white people gave them work and taught them how to be more civilised. But that there still are differences like the skull being shaped differently, affecting the brain size, so that no amount of teaching could ever bring them to the same level of intelligence that white people have. And that they still need guidance because if left to their own devices, they’d regress to their savage animal-like behaviour.”, I repeated what I’d learned at the convent. Judging from the man’s expression, he didn’t like it, but he didn’t react aside from clenching and unclenching his fists. 

The woman looked at me intently, almost like she was trying to figure out some puzzle. It made me slightly uncomfortable; I what she was looking for, and if she’d like what she found. “And what do you think?” 

“...me?”, I said, staring at her in confusion.  

“Yeah. You were just talking to Blinky, right? What do you think of them?” 

I wanted to say that I didn’t think of them any less than of other people I’d met, that I didn’t believe judging people depending on looks or the colour of their skin was right – but then there were my own looks, my own skin. My curse. It had brought us into this situation, brought misfortune onto me and the Sisters. So, there had to be some truth to their teachings, right?  

“I... don’t know?”, I admitted truthfully. 

This answer was apparently wrong, cause the man came over, almost shoving Baby out of the way, and roughly grabbed my jaw. “The fuck do ya mean ‘you don’t know’? You believe all that bullshit, just say so, but don’t play dumb.” 

I winced and fought the urge to close my eyes. That had never served me well in the past. 

“I’m not. I just. I don’t know. I don’t-”, my voice broke and I took a shaky breath. “The sister said that white people are superior and black people like animals. But then, Mary-Anne's friend seemed just like everyone else and not stupid or savage at all-” 

“God-fucking-dammit!”, he yelled, pushing himself off the chair, and I flinched. “Have you ever had on original thought in your life or are you only ever parroting whatever others tell you? No one ever ask you for your opinion before or what?” 

“I... no. No one’s ever cared for my opinion. I was not to have one”, I muttered, eyes fixed onto the floor so they wouldn’t see the tears welling up. 

I could feel them staring at me. After a moment, the man spoke again. “...What?” 

“My family always told me that I am not to speak unless spoken to, which hardly ever happened. At the convent I was to strictly adhere to the bible and not to trust my own thoughts for the devil will use them to lie and manipulate me, trying to use me as a tool to lead others into temptation. My words are not to be trusted unless I am quoting the bible or speaking prayer for there is no guarantee that they actually are my words. I am cursed, wicked, corrupted. Damned from birth. There is no salvation.”, I managed to choke out, trying – and failing – to cover the roughness of my voice with a cough. 

The man chuckled. “Yeah, right. What is all that religious bullshit about anyway? All that talk about curses and demons, those nuns wouldn’t shut up about it. What makes you so ‘wicked’?” 

Finally, I felt tears starting to spill, a sob threatening to escape my throat. Yet, I calmed my voice and repeated the lines that had been drilled into me since childhood: “These are the words of most esteemed Reverend Lael: ‘This is how you shall recognise the one’s touched by evil, those who’s souls are forfeit and who will try to corrupt you too: Their skin will be pale, translucent, like the skin of the dead or diseased. They will avoid the day because the sun – the Lord’s holy light – burns their skin and blinds their eyes. Their irises will vary in shade, from reddish like the Devil himself had touched them over light pink or purple hues, to pale grey and blues, looking more dead than alive. Some will appear with common eyes – in this way, they can be deceiving. Still, if you look closely, you will find the spark of life, the warmth of a soul, missing. And be particularly cautious of the really dark eyed ones, those whose irises can’t be told from the pupil, resembling bottomless holes as empty and void of love as their hearts. The Lord created man in his image, so deviance from ordinary man is an implication of wickedness. Do not fall for a baby’s seemingly innocent smile or desperate wails, a child’s sweet voice apologising, promising, begging – you must remain resolute and strong. They may not realise the evil inside of them, but we cannot let their obliviousness poison this community.’” 

The man and the woman just stared at me in silence, and it was only now that I saw the small one, Blinky, peeking around the doorframe. Baby shook her head and exchanged a look with the man. 

“And you believe that shit?” 

“It’s the only thing I know.”, I responded, almost inaudible. “While my brothers and sisters were read stories, I was taught Reverend Lael’s words. I had to stand facing the wall, someone would come in and recite the words once, then I was to repeat them. Every mistake earned me a strike with the belt. Sometimes, they made me kneel and pray for forgiveness afterward.” 

Blinky stepped into the room, even though Otis tried to step them. “Why would they make you face the wall?” 

“To protect themselves from the evil eye.”, I said matter-of-factly. “So, I wouldn’t curse them with my gaze.” 

They furrowed their brows in confusion. “But those women that were with you didn’t seem worried about it.” 

“Children have less control over these things.”, I explained. “And I have gone through many spiritual cleansings, prayed for forgiveness and salvation, recited bible verses and whole passages for hours on end. Also, the Sisters faith is stronger than regular peoples’ faith, and they are protected by God even more than others. It’s why I was sent to the convent in the first place, to keep the people around me safe.” 

Otis huffed. “And what did they do before that, lock you up in a room out of everyone’s sight?” 

“Yes.” 

Again, everyone just stared at me in silence and I wondered if I had said something wrong. 

Blinky was the one to break the silence. “But how did you go to school then?” 

“I didn’t.”, I said with a sad smile. “Some of my older siblings taught me to read and write in secret. Then, some of the others at the convent helped me with basic maths. Still... I am not very good. Most would consider me stupid I suppose.” 

I felt someone’s eyes on me and looked over to see Baby watch me, a thoughtful expression on her face. She exchanged a look with Blinky before both of them turned to Otis. Some kind of exchange seemed to take place between them, even though I didn’t understand. It ended with Otis scoffing and shaking his head. 

“Fuck this, I’m out.”, he said, throwing his arms up in defeat. “Do what you want, but she’s your responsibility now. Don’t come running to me when something goes wrong.” 

With that, he left the room and slammed the door close behind him.

@myers-meadow @immortal-velociraptor IT IS DONE. FINALLY.

[myherowritings]

Borrowed Sweaters, Stolen Kisses

— In a game of Truth or Dare, you’re dared to sneak into your crush’s dorm and steal one article of clothing to wear the next day. It just so happens that the hoodie you snatched was Shinsou’s favorite sweater.

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader word count: 2,204 genre: fluff, aged up au (class 3a) warnings: 16+, suggestive content

a/n: this used to be a harry potter fic i wrote on my hp account but i rewrote it for shinsou bc it just seemed fitting fhgjdhsfg. shinsou is in class 1a in this fic or 3a since they’re aged up and at least 18 years old u.u i hope y’all enjoy!! xx 

“No way.” You shook your head, kicking your legs out in front of you as you ignored Hagakure’s poking and prodding.

It was a relatively relaxed Friday night, and you and your friends decided to spend it in your dorm with a bottle of whisky and a game of Truth or Dare. The truths ranged from anything to, “Fuck, marry, kill: Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari” to, “Who was the last person you sent a nude to?” And the dares weren’t any better. Ashido practically vomiting in the corner served as a great reminder of that.

You were just grateful the dares you received were rather mundane. 

That was, until now.

“Y/N, you have to do it!” said Hagakure.

“Can’t I just forfeit this round and take a shot?”

“Nope, that’s only allowed for truths,” she quipped. 

You glanced over at Jirou, a pleading look on your face, but you were met with a nonchalant shrug. 

“Rules are rules,” Jirou sang, taking a swig of whisky before passing you the handle.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Mina’s fierce glare caused your words to die in your throat.

“If I had to chug that hot sauce concoction you guys made and then eat the mystery sushi until I felt sick, you can go to Shinsou’s room and steal a hoodie or something-- Sounds like a cakewalk compared to my dare.”

As she leaned her back against the bed, hand over her stomach as beads of sweat trailing down her forehead, you figured Mina was right. You’ve been in his dorm plenty of times before, anyway-- You two were friends and, at times, you supposed you enjoyed his company. What was the worst that could happen?

“You’re right.”

“I know.” 

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and slipped some fuzzy socks on, ignoring the cheers coming from your tipsy roommates. When you reached the door, your friends watching fervently as you wandered off to your ill-fated trek, you paused at the handle. 

You looked back at them, heaving a sigh. “If his dorm turns out to be booby trapped and I get caught, just know I will haunt you from the grave after I die of embarrassment.” 

“We expect nothing less,” was Tsuyu’s smart reply. 

Soon enough, you found yourself climbing up the boys’ side of Heights Alliance, feeling like you were doing a reverse walk of shame. It was a quarter past three o’clock in the morning and the odds of any of them being awake were slim to none, but that didn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your stomach. 

You made your way to the front of Shinsou’s dorm room and cautiously placed your hand on the door handle. With a small grumble you fished the key card Hagakure stole from Hitoshi earlier (which made you wonder just how long your friends were planning this whole escapade out…) out of the pocket of your sweatpants. 

For the most part, it looked just like your dormitory. Only neater. His desk was fairly organized and, aside from balls of yarn and different sizes of knitting needles, was clear enough to work on. Scarves and hoodies were piled onto the back of the chair and foot of the bed--which meant your dare should be easy enough to complete--and a dim light was left twinkling.

Everything seemed cozy and lived in. Normal.

Except for the fact that Shinsou Hitoshi was not in his bed. 

“What on earth?” you murmured under your breath, finding it a bit strange the room was completely empty at this hour. But knowing him, you reckoned he was out training at any hour he could--something that worried you about him--or playing with a cat off campus grounds. It wasn’t unlikely. 

Still, with your feet planted at the foot of his dormitory, you wanted to get out of there before you were caught. Because you knew there was no way in hell for your drunken ass to smooth talk your way out of this mess if he were to find you.

Your hand hovered over the article of clothing nearest to you, which was a sweater draped over the back of a chair, and you took a deep breath, saying, “It’s just a dare. You can do it.” 

Before you lost all your nerve, you snatched the jumper with one hand and slipped out of the dorm. As you rushed down the stairs, you could’ve sworn you heard some shuffling coming from the empty room. But you didn’t care.

Part one of your dare was successfully completed.

Now for the hard part: Wearing it around the next day.

- - - - -

“How do I look?” 

You posed in front of your roommate, trying not to laugh at how the borrowed jumper engulfed your frame. Walking down the center of your dorm, you gave a little twirl.

“Sexy,” Mina teased from her spot on her bed. “Shinsou’s sweater looks nice on you.” 

Sticking your tongue out at her, you made a face. “I’m not sure what you mean. It’s pretty gross to me. I would never want to wear any of Shinsou’s clothes.”

“Then why did you put the hood over your head and bury your face in the collar?” 

Slowly, you peered up at her with your view obstructed by the fabric. You sniffled haughtily, trying to ignore the soothing aroma of lavender and smoked wood that filled your sense. 

Mina smirked, catching the small sigh of contentment that left your mouth as you basked in the scent of Shinsou’s hoodie. “Gross, huh?” 

“Mention this to no one,” you mumbled with a nonthreatening glare, pulling the hood off your head and folding your fabric-covered hands over your chest.

Laughing, she tossed you your bookbag from across as she waited by the door, the rest of your friends back in their own rooms to get ready for class. “Come on, lovebug. You can see him during math in a few minutes.”

“I won’t be looking forward to it.”

You grumbled protests as the both of you made your way down the stairs of Heights Alliance and toward the main campus of U.A. High, but Ashido paid them no mind. Soon enough, you reached the room and spotted Jirou and Hagakure in their usual seats. 

“Hey,” you quickly whispered, sliding into the seat next to Tooru before Ectoplasm sauntered over to the front of the class.

“Nice jumper,” she said simply, voice going an octave higher in amusement. “I knew you’d go through with it.” 

Reminded of your rather bold choice of clothing (that was horribly out of dress code), you subconsciously tugged at the sleeves. You sent a quick plead to the gods above that you didn’t look as foolish as you thought you did. 

While Ectoplasm introduced antiderivatives and indefinite integrals to the class, Hagakure nudged you on the side, sliding you a ripped piece of her parchment paper.

You looked at her curiously as Mina peered over your shoulder to catch sight of the writing.

DO NOT LOOK NOW!!! But I’m 100% certain Shinsou has been staring at you since the start of math class.

Of course, the first thing both you and Ashido did after reading the note was turn your heads at the same time towards the back of the class where Hitoshi and his friends were sitting. And, as your luck would have had it, you made directly eye contact with an amused-looking Shinsou.

Both you and Mina turned around to face the front so fast you were sure at least one of you received whiplash. 

Wide-eyed and flushed, you exchanged glances with her, both of you trying to hold in your laughter.

“I told you not to look,” Hagakure whispered, a small giggle escaping from her lips, sending you three into fits of laughter you tried to muffle with your hands. 

Behind you, someone cleared their throat, causing the three of you to straighten up in an instant. 

“Something amusing you, ladies?” 

“No, sir,” you quipped.

“Sorry, Ectoplasm-sensei,” remarked Tooru.

“We’ll shut up now,” promised Mina.

With a stern look on his face but a slight tilt of his smile, Ectoplasm nodded and returned to his lesson. “I trust you three will be experts of the integral calculus by the next lesson and I won’t have to catch you making doe eyes at a certain someone?”

Though he asked all three of you the question, his gaze was pointed at you and the class knew it. Your cheeks heated up as slouched into your chair. Perhaps if you tried hard enough, you could turn into the seat. 

“Yes, sir,” you mumbled, ignoring the stifled laughter from Ashido and an apologetic, but amused, look from Hagakure. 

And as he continued the lesson, you could’ve sworn you felt a certain pair of eyes on the back of your head until the end of it.

When class finally concluded and Ectoplasm dismissed the lot of you, you rushed out of the classroom as fast as you could.

But not fast enough.

“Nice sweater, Y/N,” you heard a deep voice call, stopping you in your footsteps. “Looks familiar.”

You swallowed, slowly turning around to face Shinsou--lazy smirk and all. There was nothing you wanted to do more than dash back to your dormitory and hide, but instead you straightened your spine and braved a look of nonchalance.

“Does it now?”

“Yeah,” he said with an amused look in his eyes. “I’d have to say it does.”

Peering up through your lashed, you looked at him with faux innocence. “I can’t say I know why.”

Slowly, he walked closer towards you as you moved back against the wall. He took the excess fabric of your sleeve into his hands, stroking them between his fingers.

“You know-- It even feels familiar.” He smiled thoughtfully. “Just like my sweater I happened to lose last night.”

By now, the halls had begun to clear up, the traitors you called friends having left you with a thumbs up right as Shinsou approached you. 

You coughed as you repeated, “I wonder why.”

He was so close you could catch a whiff of his lavender and woodsy scent.

“If you wanted my clothes on you, Y/N, you could’ve just asked.”

You pointedly eyed the way he was toying with the hem of your--or rather, his--sweater, lifting it slightly. “Well, if you wanted my clothes off this badly, you could’ve just asked.” 

Shinsou raised his eyebrows in surprise at your suggestion, hand frozen on the fabric. The intensity of his gaze melted your steely disposition, embarrassment creeping up to your neck.

“I’m only kidding,” you murmured, refusing to be the one to break eye contact.

“That’s a shame, then.”

You blinked. “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.” 

Biting the inside of your lip, you toyed with the bottom of your sweater.

“That’s my favorite jumper, you know?” mused Shinsou, looking fondly at the U.A. hoodie. “Aizawa got it for me when I entered the hero course.” 

A horrified look crossed your face. You stole his favorite sweater that Eraserhead gifted him himself? Good going. 

“Oh, shit,” you swore, reaching for the hem of the hoodie. “I’m sorry, Shinsou! I didn’t know.”

Chuckling, Shinsou placed his hand on top yours to stop you from removing it. “No-- You can keep it on.” You paused. “I’d say I quite like how it looks on you.”

Your heart skipped a beat when his hand that was still on your ran down the length of your fingers. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you interlaced them with his own, causing him to send a shocked but pleased look your way. You smiled.

He ran the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, gently drawing you closer to him. “If I were to kiss you right now, would you be upset?”

You shook your head, leaning into his touch. “Upset is the last thing I’d be.”

“Well, then I suppose--”

“What are the two of you doing?” you heard Aizawa exclaim as he rounded the corner, catching sight of the two of you against the hallway. He pulled Shinsou away from you by the collar, your cheeks flooding with embarrassment. 

Shinsou, however, looked unperturbed.

“Sorry, Aizawa-sensei,” he said sincerely, “but what I was about to do just then-- I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

He chuckled at the shocked look on your face, giving you a wink as Aizawa released his shirt. Shinsou made his way back over to you across the hall.

“How cute you looked in my sweater was only the catalyst,” said Shinsou before placing both hands on either side of your hips, pulling you towards him in a brief but deep kiss.

“Shinsou! Y/L/N!”

“Sorry, sir.” This time, Shinsou didn’t sound so sincere as he ignored the appalled look on Aizawa’s face. “I just couldn’t wait until we got to the dorms to do that. Don’t worry though, Y/N-- I swear there will be far better kisses that’ll take place there as well.”

And though the two of you may have been sentenced to detention and cleaning duty for the next three weekends, you would have to say the kiss was definitely worth it.

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 175 Rundown

The Witch from Mercury: So IMMEDIATELY after Sul’s duel with Gaston everyone goes ‘wait aren’t the suits that suck the life out of you banned because our war chief is a bloodthirsty dictator?’ and she immediately gets arrested and kicked out of school. Meanwhile Mio’s been told that she’s no longer forced to marry the school’s top pilot and her father is cutting out the middleman and just arranging a marriage for her which she’s like what 16 even for a high business monarchy style thing it seems a little early to lock that down that hard. Also just kinda wondering what the point of even playing at the ‘oh it’s whoever the best is’ if you’re just gonna immediately cut the façade whenever it’s someone you don’t want like why not just force a marriage from the start. Anyway Mio’s like ‘bitch I wanted to marry the gay girl how dare you take back your orders and give me new ones’ like she doesn’t like being told what to do but explicitly seemed a lot more chill about it when it was Sul. Gaston gets beaten by his father for losing and we allude to him being slightly less shitty than we were initially led to believe since he did send some people to clean up Mio’s garden. The bigwigs are all having a NERV-style meeting of shadowy figures and our resident obligatory Masked Gundam Character Prospera is like ‘yeah it looks and functions exactly like a Gundam but it didn’t suck her soul out so it can’t be one, right?’ and no one’s fucking buying that and also it’s a bunch of old men high on their own power so they’re just like ‘well you’re under arrest for building something that functions exactly like the thing we banned then’. Meanwhile Mio shows up, redicrecting her escape attempt to Earth to save Sul and telling her father off and basically having a badass teenage tantrum in a shareholder’s meeting, like it’s kinda cool how blatantly petty and personal her grievances are that it takes some balls to bring it up the way she does surrounded by the most important people in the world that just sentenced a masked lady to jail for technically not breaking the law. She challenges her dad to fight the Aerial and reinstate her engagement to Sul which he has absolutely no obligation to accept given idk if Corporations should really work on Klingon rules anyway and if you’re gonna take shit from him say if you win you get the whole company, go big or go home. But the group discusses that the illegal suit is pretty dope and they wanna get some more data out of it so they agree to let Sul fight to save her Gundam and her lesbian fiancée so that’s good.  

Inuyasha The Final Act: Inuyasha and co. are still soaking in Kikyo’s death and Koga gets an admittedly nice sendoff where he gets to leave on good terms with Kagome as well as get enough out of a rise out of Inuyasha to snap him out of his post-Kikyo coma and get him to resolve to make Koga’s sacrifice worthwhile. I like how Koga intentionally says the most triggering shit just to piss him off at this point like he’s really become self-aware as a character and knows what his role is. Also as another character that embodies the ‘the power to achieve your dreams is inside you’ moral of the story he started out seeking the jewel to obtain the power to unite the wolf demon tribes and ends up so strong that losing his jewel shards is basically just a minor inconvenience and ends up in a relationship that does in fact unite the fractured parts of the tribes. Meanwhile Sesshomaru is talking to his mom about trying to master Meidou Zangetsuha and ends up getting Kohaku and Rin dragged into the underworld during the training. I feel like Sesshomaru’s mom is such wasted potential like she has so little screentime and is basically a plot device they could’ve done so much more with. Once she reveals that Rin can’t be revived again by the Tenseiga Sesshomaru’s grief and compassion evolves both the healing and the meidou side of Tenseiga so he can purify a hundred souls as it was originally stated and create a much larger Meidou Zangetsuha, though Rin still has to be brought back with Mommymaru’s necklace of convenience. It’s really funny that Jaken takes it upon himself to be Sesshomaru’s emotion translator at this point since he knows he’s stoic enough not to cry when Rin dies despite wanting to and also won’t  thank his mom for saving her despite being thankful. Last but not least she tells Kohaku he also can’t be saved by Tenseiga in case people were starting to think that now that he and Sesshomaru are together, apparently you only get one free get out of death free card regardless of the source so yeah. Inuyasha’s group make it their new mission to hunt down and protect Kohaku so they can figure out what to do now that Naraku has 99.9% of the jewel.  

Castlevania: So I’mma be honest, this is where the Internal Vampire politics get kinda frustrating, like I’ve had it in the back of my head that all this infighting may just be a way to ruin Dracula’s otherwise impregnable plan and have a heroic victory while both evil sides are fighting each other and I’m still worried about that considering we’ve spent more time with them than with Trevor this season but in this episode we even find out that all the shit Carmilla wants to do Dracula would’ve just let her do anyway like he doesn’t give a shit, she wants to usurp his armies and the one move that she’s been gunning for since she walked in the door they’re just like ‘sure go nuts’ and the planning of the past like three episodes has basically been for that. I’m getting ahead of myself, Trevor’s group stuff first since we actually make some progress on that this episode. Basically Alucard gives Sypha the reverse speech that Trevor gave her last time about how he’s a dick and they can’t really trust him and like 75% of this show at this point is untrustworthy vampires telling people they can’t trust people. Sypha wisely asserts they’re both morons and they’ve gotta suck it up and get to world-saving or else everyone’s fucked. But yeah back on Carmilla’s weird warpath they don’t know Godbrand’s dead and Isaac is called by Hector to get him to sign off on going to Braila and get in on the Carmilla cult. Isaac is not down for Carmilla but he is for the Braila plan since it means everyone can shut up about it and Carmilla can stop whining so the politics of it don’t functionally matter, like it’s been such a long fight for this and it doesn’t functionally matter because they just do it anyway. Granted Isaac does it because it means their traitors are all in one place with a name and a face and Hector does it because everyone that talks to Carmilla is like ‘Carmilla is always going on about how she doesn’t trust or respect anyone but I’M DIFFERENT, I’M THE SPECIAL ONE’ like Godbrand was a fucking moron so that was fine but geez she’s not even being seductive enough for them to be thinking with their dicks they’re just idiots, she’s not even good at the manipulation considering if she’d just asked Dracula to do it he’s so done at this point he prolly would’ve. She doesn’t even bother to pretend this was Hector’s independent idea and follows him into the room coaching him and shit. Like the only functional thing this does is make Carmilla the Commander in Chief for this fight for… some reason, and like it’s not even a good argument because the two sides are ‘do something’ and ‘do nothing’ and Carmilla has the balls to be all ‘haha now you’re in too deep Hector so I don’t have to pretend to like you anymore’ like BITCH AS LEAST WAIT TILL YOU ACTUALLY HAVE THE REINS like holy shit all you did was convince Dracula to do something he wasn’t all that adverse to doing in the first place you’re not exactly Sosuke Aizen and she has this weird girl power bent to some of her speeches and I’d really rather girls just do the badass girl power thing instead of talking about how girly and empowered they are all the time. Long story short I don’t really like Carmilla and this plot had a really weird end to this section of the season for basically taking up half the runtime. Meanwhile, actual girl power girl Sypha found a way to trap Castlevania in one place as long as she can jerry-rig an ending to the spell that’s like 80% done but she doesn’t have a lot of time because the castle just showed up like… five minutes ago.

Jujutsu Kaisen: It’s Mahito versus Nobara time and apparently Mahito’s clone can’t transfigure souls and can only do the Clayface body warping shit and Nobara actually figures this out and uses the clone’s body as a substitute Straw Doll like she did with the other guy’s arm cause semantically the clone is basically Mahito’s arm and she wrecks him up from long distance, saving Yuji from an ambush in the process and giving him the opportunity to beat the shit out of Mahito while he’s stunlocked. Rather than keep going through that shit, Mahito employs the Joestar Family’s Secret Technique and books it the fuck out of there. The two Mahitos actually meet up and switch, the real one attacking Nobara while Yuji beats the other one’s head in. Mahito gives Nobara’s face a quick tap and isn’t sure if he killed her, like this whole exchange is excruciatingly vague about whether she’s dead or not but we jump straight into her backstory which isn’t a good sign. It’s basically a fleshed-out version of the story she told in the beginning of the series. I feel like this happens a lot where characters in long-running series have simple backstories at the beginning and then have a secondary supplemental flashback to beef up the tragedy or reframe the original flashback, half the cast of One Piece has done this at this point but for Nobara it’s an interesting retelling of her story through the eyes of her friends and giving a ‘this is your life’ type deal about who she’s loved and why she’s done what she’s done that gives a lot better of an idea of who she is than her original introduction. But yeah her eye fucking explodes which is weirdly not how we’ve seen Mahito’s powers work anywhere else but it was just a light tap while he was in a hurry and maybe her energy resisted it or something. Given that and the vagueness where even Mahito’s not sure if it was enough to kill her I’m tempted to say she’s not dead because usually you don’t want to be ambiguous about that shit unless you’re gearing up for a big return but as far as I know the manga’s already fighting Sukuna at this point and she’s yet to make a comeback so who fucking knows.

Delicious in Dungeon: After Laios’s sword gets busted he tells the story of how he got it fighting a bunch of living armor in the dungeon and how he fucked up and died the first time, confirming that death does indeed have no consequences which explains Marcille’s dialogue in the first episode and why no one seems too worried about rushing to get Falin. Still I’d say if death has no consequences in your series that’s something you’d want to establish right away because that is kind of an investment breaker, something like how DBZ put limits on the dragon balls at first and made loopholes harder so death isn’t just meaningless like it is in the Buu Saga. Still I kinda like this episode since it’s mainly focused on one thing and the food stuff doesn’t get in the way of the storytelling too much. They manage to sneak past the living armor colony and Laios fights Ornstein and it turns out it’s a bunch of mollusks living in the layers of the armor and doing weird goopy Alphonse Elric shit. They cook them and Laios gets Ornstein’s sword but it has a mollusk living inside it still so he’s basically got a living weapon which is pretty neat.

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End: Frieren confronts Aura and surprisingl the Autistic Elf Power Hour has its second encounter with Living Armor this week, what’re the odds? Aura basically has the Millenium Scales except instead of summoning a demon to eat a Musuem Curator she weighs their power level and just instantly controls anyone weaker than her with the caveat that if someone stronger than her shows up she just automatically gets controlled instead. I’m kinda sad this means Aura doesn’t actually have a demon army like this was just a plot by four guys and not a whole organized force but I guess it’s fine. She uses an anti-spell spell to dispel the control instead of blasting nameless husks into the ground and desecrating their corpses because Himmel yelled at her last time for disrespecting the dead. Aura asks her why she cares what a corpse thinks and oh it is ON now. Meanwhile Fern and Stark are preparing for Stark to book it out of dodge and try and get Frieren back to fight the other two demons when they get caught in an ambush by Blood Sephiroth and the little girl. Turns out the little girl’s powers are Unlimited Blade Works/Sharingan shenanigans where she can create a weapon and mimic a fighting style by watching it enough and she’s just so happened to have copied Eisen’s style during the first war and decks Stark with his own moves but better. Meanwhile it seems Fern’s ability is Quick Draw and she can just fire off spells crazy rapid and puts the push on Blood Sephiroth in a really cool fight that creates literal fireworks. Stark takes Eisen’s words of “Just don’t die, stupid” to heart and does that thing from Samurai Champloo where if you leave yourself wide open enough it leaves the enemy wide open for their counterattack and destroys the little girl so yay, two down two to go.

Vinland Saga: War has reached Ketil’s farm and he’s got about 300 farners with pitchforks versus Canute’s 100 Jommvikings and Royal Theigns so yeah it’s basically the coughing baby versus the hydrogen bomb. Luckily Thorfinn’s met up with Leif and Leif’s a fucking chad and agrees to take on all of Thorfinn’s extra baggage he’s gathered over the past season and transport Arnheid out of there while the fighting’s going on. Snake tells his men that Ketil is a fraud and was never a war hero because he knew the guy his name was actually based on and came to him for help but at the same time he feels indebted to the family that’s taken care of him all this time and it’s really funny to watch his speech about how Ketil’s a fraud and not worth dying over right as he goes out to die for him fires his men up more than anything, like actions really do speak louder than words. Ketil’s kinda bought into his own hype at this point and isn’t listening to the dozens of people telling him he’s going into a meatgrinder and yeah it’s a fucking massacre, I imagined Thorfinn would be more upset watching this or trying to actively broker peace talks but I guess he’s got other shit on his plate right now since Arnheid’s on death’s door and got her ghost husband’s permission to go say her last goodbyes. Meanwhile Thorgil’s just gonna pop out of the ocean buck naked with a sword and try and cut Canute’s head off behind enemy lines so that’s… a plan I guess. I have no clue how he intends to get out of there even if he succeeds but okay, you do your naked regicide.

[clairenatural]

destiel, some sort of au, 1.4k of pre-marriage stress turned to fluff that I wrote at 4am. enjoy!

There’s a knock on the bathroom door, and Dean jerks his head up towards it.

Don’t be Cas, don’t be Cas, don’t be—

“Dean?” Cas calls.

Fuck.

He debates telling him to go away. He debates not answering. Neither will work.

“Sam send you?” He settles for instead, and he hates how shaky his voice sounds.

“Yes.”

“I told him not to.”

“I know. We decided I should come anyway.”

Dean almost laughs at that—at that absurd response to this absurd situation. It comes out more like a cough. He stares down at his dress pants, his shoes. They’re new. It’s all new.

When he speaks again, his voice is soft, and he refuses to look at the door. “What are we doing here, man?”

There’s a sigh from the other side. “Theoretically, we’re getting married, but—” a soft thump, as Cas leans against the wood, “—I suppose that’s really up to you.”

Dean grimaces. There’s no anger in his fiancé’s voice. No malice. Concern, maybe, but he’s doing a good job wrangling it back into the same even tone he uses with his panicked undergrads. Dean hates it, being talked to like some scared kid, but he is hiding in a bathroom at his own wedding, so. He suspects he deserves it.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, so quietly he’s not sure if Cas will hear him. For a long minute, the only response he gets is the swish of fabric as the other man slides down the door, the telltale clacking of dress shoes as he situates himself on the hardwood. Then—

“I love you,” Cas starts, and it’s so much more than Dean deserves at the moment that he suddenly feels like he might cry. “You know that, right?”

Dean blinks. “I—yeah. Yeah, of course I do.” He shifts, and suddenly the toilet seat is digging uncomfortably into his thighs. “I love you, too.”

“Good,” there’s another soft thump as Cas leans his head back against the door, and Dean hates how relieved he sounds. “Okay. So—” his voice is less steady, now, and a pang of guilt shoots through Dean’s chest. What is he doing. “If you don’t want to do this, we won’t.”

Dean had already pushed himself off the toilet seat, but now he freezes. “What?”

“We can go home, right now. We won’t get the deposits back, but I’m sure our guests would enjoy the free party, and we—”

“Wait,” Dean has crossed the room, now. “You’d do that for me?” There’s a piece of Cas’ coat peeking under the door frame. Dean stares at it. “And we’d—”

“Order pizza, and pretend it’s a normal Saturday, and talk about this in the morning.” It’s not the we’d be fine he was hoping for, but it’s better than he expected.

Dean sighs and turns, mirroring Cas in sliding down his own side of the door to settle on the tile floor. “You deserve so much better than that, man.”

He knows Cas is tilting his head. “Is that what this is about? What I deserve?”

Dean pauses. “No,” he lies.

“Okay. Is it about what you deserve?”

“Don’t psychoanalyze me,” Dean snaps, and then immediately feels like the scum of the Earth.

Cas’ weary sigh will haunt him for the rest of his days. “I’m not. I’m just—I want to understand.”

I want to understand why you’re hiding in a bathroom on our wedding day. Why you’re doing this to me. To us.

Yeah, Dean does too.

Before he can respond there’s a flurry of footsteps, followed by a rushed whisper and what sounds like gesturing before the footsteps recede.

“Sam?” he hazards a guess.

“He’s just worried.”

“He always is.” Dean pauses. “Are guests getting worried, too?”

“…Yes,” Cas answers slowly, and then too quickly. “But they don’t matter. This isn’t about them.”

Dean groans, pulls his knees up to his chest, and buries his face in his hands. “’Course they matter,” he grumbles into his palms. “That’s why we’re here,” by here he means the fancy mansion estate Naomi had wanted them to rent.

“Dean, you know I would have married you in a courthouse.” He sounds puzzled, now, which is at least a nice departure from exhausted/crushed/dangerously calm.

Dean does not know. “What?”

Cas hums. “Or in a roadside chapel. Or in one of those Vegas Elvis churches.”

He feels incredibly dumb for not knowing this.

Cas is still talking. “And I would have waited 5, 10 years.” He pauses, thinking. “20, even.” 

Dean feels a little breathless. “You were serious, earlier? When you said…if I say no, we’ll go home. Just like that, everything’s cool?”

“Just like that,” Cas agrees. “Although ‘cool’ is a strong word.” At least he’s being honest. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “My point is, Dean, that I am already yours in every way that matters, and I will remain so for as long as you’ll have me. Wedding today or not.”

Dean groans and leans his head back against the door. “That simple, huh?” he grumbles, even as his brain is yelling yes, it is.

“I think that’s part of the point,” comes the reply, and there’s a smile in his voice for the first time in the conversation.

“...Me too,” Dean replies after a beat, and it’s as soft as his earlier apology but this time he knows Cas can hear him. “You gotta know that, Cas.”

“I do,” Cas confirms, and it’s less unsure than Dean was afraid it would be.

Dean starts to smile back but catches himself, instead dragging a hand across his face, because despite these warm fuzzies—“You’re still gonna regret this.” It’s a neutral remark. Like a fact.

He can almost hear the eye roll.

“You’ve been saying that for our entire relationship, and yet I am not the one hiding from our wedding in the bathroom,” Cas replies, and Dean would call him out for being a smartass if he didn’t have an irritatingly valid point.

“Yeah, but—” he starts a futile attempt to argue, but Cas cuts him off.

“I could sit here and list off all the reasons why I’m here—why I’m choosing to be here—but I have some very well thought-out vows on the subject—” Dean is suddenly acutely aware of the paper tucked into his own suit jacket “—and I’m prepared to spend the rest of our lives convincing you that you deserve me, and I deserve you, and we deserve us.”

And that…..that actually sounds pretty good.

Okay.

Okay, yeah.

He rolls this over in his head for a moment before nodding and preparing to stand, to apologize, to—something. But Cas obviously takes the silence as there being something (else) wrong, because after a few seconds of shuffling his fingers slide under the door.

He’s (awkwardly, as much as the tight space will allow) holding his engagement ring.

He took off his engagement ring, and now he’s giving it back, and Dean’s not sure what could have gone horribly wrong in those few seconds of silence but this is obviously the other shoe dropping, already¸ and—

“Will you marry me?” Cas asks, voice muffled from where his face is obviously pressed against the wood.

Dean freezes. He stares at the ring. He remembers buying it. He remembers giving it to Cas in the first place. And now he's hiding in the bathroom on their wedding day and his perfect dork of a fiancé, who he will never deserve but who loves him so much anyway, is...proposing back.

He picks it up and puts it on his own finger, and it looks out of place and it doesn’t fit right, but suddenly he’s grinning so much that he doesn’t care. He stands quickly and yanks the door open, then reaches down to pull his startled fiancé up off the floor and into his arms.

“Yes?” Cas asks, pushing back just enough to be able to breathe, and suddenly the whole weight of the situation hits Dean at once. His grin falters.

“Yes—yeah, of course. I’m giving you the ring back, obviously, but—Christ, Cas, I’m so sorry, I don’t—”

Cas puts a finger to his lips, cutting off the babbling. “Wedding first, apologies after.”

Dean nods. Cas lets his hand drop but Dean catches it, presses a kiss to his fingertips, and links it with his own. He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. Cas reaches out for his face with his free hand and smooths his thumb over Dean’s cheekbone.

“I love you,” he says, very seriously.

“I know,” Dean smiles, and it’s only a bit nervous. He risks leaning down to press a kiss to Cas’ forehead. “Come on." When he steps away he also steps forward, tugging Cas by the hand down the upstairs hallway. “Let’s go get married.”

[glowingbadger]

The Sylvain and Dimitri arranged marriage stuff made me think of a claude version of it. Maybe an AU where Claude never came to fodlan and reader has to marry the prince/king of Almyra to improve countries relationships. Anyway seriously love your stuff thank you so much for the content!!

Oh hoo Anon, this is a wonderful take on the concept. Let's see what I can whip up for us~

((side note I feel like we never learn whether Almyra speaks a different language from Fodlan?? But being multi-lingual is sexy so idgaf))

((And also I used Bengali for Almyran because I have Bengali family and the language is so beautiful even though the english alphabet phonetic spellings are weird af))

Claude x Reader - Arranged Marriage

NSFW 18+ (like only towards the end tho idk)

Overall, you do what you can to stay out of the way. You'd been sent to Almyra as a symbol- a token, more than anything else. Now that you were in King Khalid's possession, very few throughout the castle paid you any particular mind. You were provided for, of course. Anything you cared to ask for was given. But you didn't speak a word of the Almyran language, and those who bothered to use what they knew of Fodlan's to communicate with you seemed to view you as a pet to be kept safe and healthy, and little else.

By week's end, there was to be a lavish banquet in honor of your union with the King- though of course, your input on the proceedings is entirely unwanted. In some ways, Almyra is quite similar to Fodlan. Court life is much the same. As you wander through the royal gardens, wondering at a range of colorful and exotic flowers you'd never heard of, let alone seen, a voice speaks smoothly behind you.

"Did you know you can actually eat the petals of this particular flower? They're very sweet."

You whirl around and nearly bump into King Khalid. You're about to stammer out an apology, but he reaches out and plucks a single white petal and holds it before your lips.

"Go on, I think you'll like it."

Whatever possesses you to eat a flower petal from this man's hand is something you'd rather leave unexamined for the time being- but he is right about the flavor. It's sweet, but not overly so, and quite pleasant.

"Hm! Yeah, it's nice," you say, then glance up at him as another thought occurs to you that you'd considered once or twice before, "You speak the language of Fodlan very well, my Lord."

"I'm flattered," he says with a disarmingly handsome smile, "and please, just Khalid. I don't think I could bear to have my own wife stand on such formality with me."

He says it so naturally, as if you'd been planning this union for years. Though, once again, he's right. This is only perhaps the dozenth time you've exchanged words, but you are wed, and you ought to get used to addressing him as your husband.

"Khalid..." you say tentatively, "Did- did you need something from me? I hope I wasn't too much trouble to find."

"Not when you find such pleasant places to hide," he replies, still wearing that easy smile, "but to be honest, I was actually hoping you'd accompany me for the day. I can finally afford to take a bit of time away from the castle, and I think you and I both would appreciate some space to breathe. What do you say?"

Correct once again. You nod, and take the arm he offers you. As he leads you out from the gardens, he points out a few more plants native to your new homeland. They're incredibly varied, each more strange and vibrant than the last. All the while, he's somehow made you feel as though you're chatting with an old friend. You leave the gardens and wander towards the area you vaguely recall to be designated for horse stables and wyvern stalls.

From there, a few things happen in sequence. Khalid asks if you're afraid of flying. He asks if you trust him to hold on to you. He helps you up onto the saddle that seems impossibly high up on its own right, and then, you're propelled into the air with a force your body has never felt before. You tense and shrink back against his chest, clinging to whatever part of the saddle you can find purchase on for dear life. Up here, it's difficult to pick up, but you feel your husband laugh behind you, then his strong arm wrap around your waist.

"Relax, I won't let anything happen to you," he says against your ear, his voice sure and steady, "I've got you."

And it takes a few miles of flying and a lot of Khalid distracting you by pointing out different buildings and shops along the streets below, but eventually, you do manage to relax- at least a little.

The castle town is positively buzzing with activity. Even from your distance in the sky above, you can see clusters of people moving around each other like fish up stream, and even hear the faint echoes of a merchant advertising goods.

"It doesn't seem at all like the Almyra we're taught about in Fodlan."

"Oh, it is," Khalid assures you with a bemused chuckle, "But it's also much more. I imagine it's the same for your people. There's a lot we can learn from one another, I think."

By the time the sun is high in the sky, you've passed the most densely settled part of town and are gliding over farmland and the occasional pocket of forest and rivers that split and cross through the earth like veins. Though, the warmer climate of Almyra will still take some getting used to, and it seems your husband considers this.

"Let's land for a bit and find some shade,"

You nod, and he directs his wyvern to begin a slow descent.

The King had thought of everything for this little day-trip, it seemed. Having evidently packed everything you'd need in the saddlebags on his steed, you now recline beside him on a plush blanket in a clearing amidst the trees. A small brook bubbles down from stone to stone in small waterfalls beside you, and the air feels positively alive with birdsong and rustling leaves, all foreign to you and all part of your new home. And so is he, you think as you glance over at the handsome figure of your husband beside you.

You'd been sitting in a comfortable quiet, munching on a couple of very dense pastries which Khalid had told you incorporated an extract of the flower you'd sampled earlier. He gives a satisfied sigh as he finishes his first and lies back on the blanket, taking in and savoring a deep breath. As you finish the last bites of your own treat, you reflect on the day thus far. You'd learned much about the locals and their daily lives by observation and Khalid's description in such a short time, and he'd even taught you a hand full of basic words and phrases in Almyran.

"Uhm, Khalid?"

He opens one eye and gives you a sideways glance.

"It was... dhonnobad, right? Thank you?"

His smile his open and warm, his eyes practically shimmering in the reflected sunlight from the nearby brook.

"Well, we'll have to work on your pronunciation, but I'm impressed you remembered," he beckons you down onto the blanket beside him, and you follow, lying on your side as he turns towards you. You're closer than you'd anticipated, even given the limited realestate of the blanket, and you internally scold yourself for being shy about something so silly- like some naive adolescent.

"Let's try a couple more words, since you've been such a diligent student."

"Okay," you say with a smile, "try me, I'll do my best."

"Hmm..." he looks around your private clearing, then gestures towards the brook and says, "Jala"

"Jala," you repeat slowly. He nods,

"Right- that's 'water'. And, uhm..." he points toward a patch of wildflowers at the edge of the brook, "Phula. That's 'flower'."

Again, you repeat as best you can, and though you know your pronunciation must be off, he's encouraging nonetheless. Then, he leans in towards you, and brings his free hand to your cheek, his fingertips brushing your skin lightly.

"Now try sundara."

"... Sundara?" you make an attempt, and you're sure you got something about that 's' sound mixed up, but Khalid just gives you a slanted smile. He doesn't clarify at first, so you ask, "What does that one mean?"

His fingers slowly weave back into your hair, and his voice is low and soothing as he replies,

"That means 'beautiful'."

Your face warms immediately, but you hardly have a moment to feel bashful about it before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you slow and deep. His movements are effortlessly sensual, pulling you towards him and sending your pulse pounding through your veins. You part your lips to him almost instinctively, and the way he uses his tongue is sparing, but oh-so effective. When he finally pulls away, your head is spinning and it's all you can do to meet his gaze.

"So... that's how they kiss in Almyra." you say, barely above a whisper. Khalid smirks and turns you onto your back, sliding an arm around your waist.

"Oh, no- there's no tradition in this, only skill."

Goddess- if they'd warned you of the King's supernatural charms, you wouldn't have believed them. But now his lips are on yours once again, and he's holding your body to his, and you can't think of anything else. Your arms drape across his shoulders, and faster than you can track, your bodies have met in a tangled, impassioned embrace. It was hard to imagine that mere kissing could feel so erotic, but something about his pace, about how his lips and hands move in tandem, about how thorough he is in exploring you, makes you feel like it would be only natural to give yourself over to him completely.

His kiss travels along your jawline up to the shell of your ear, where he nips briefly, then murmurs,

"I was hoping to apologize for how little time we've had to get to know each other before today," you bite at your bottom lip as his hand slides down to the curve of your hip, "if that would be pleasing to you, my dearest wife."

"Ye- yes..." you sigh into the open air as his lips reach your neck. The single word is all either of you need. He never stops pressing lavish kisses to your lips and neck as he pulls your clothing out of his way. By the time he's satisfied, your clothes are draped off your arms and pooling around you on the blanket- and he doesn't seem to care to remove them entirely. He has a goal in mind.

Slowly, painstakingly, he makes his way down your body. You feel him everywhere- hands tracing and memorizing your frame, breath hot across your skin as his lips spoil you with adoring kisses. Soon enough, he's kissed his way to your lower stomach, and he urges your thighs apart beneath him. You suppress the instinctive wave of embarrassment at being exposed to him for the first time- he is your husband and your King, afterall- but then, his head dips down towards your plump lower lips, and your mind goes white.

"Khalid-!" you gasp out as his tongue trails coyly up the crease of your folds. He hums contentedly, and places a disarmingly chaste kiss to the soft skin. Then, his thumbs gently spread you open for him, and your entire body burns while he takes a moment to merely admire you- your pretty little hole already wet, your clit already hard and flushed dark. When his head lowers once more, his green eyes meet yours steadily, as though to promise without words to be good to you.

And in a moment, his mouth begins to gently tease your clit, and your head tilts back on the blanket. Your hips jerk just a bit with each pass of his tongue across the sensitive bundle, and occasionally you can't hold in a gasp or whimper of pleasure. This only encourages him, of course. The more you moan and sigh, the more dedicated he becomes to your body. He presses himself more firmly to you, his lips surrounding your clit and the surrounding tender flesh, and he suckles on you, licks you, kisses you. You don't know when it happened, but your hands are at the back of his head, fists tangled in thick brown hair as he diligently works.

The unbearable tension is winding tight and anxious in your lower body- you know he'll drive you to climax before long, and the mere thought feels like falling in love. And then Khalid moves lower, and his tongue dips inside of your entrance. You gasp and unwittingly tug on his hair- but he certainly doesn't seem to mind. With a lustful groan, he presses more firmly to you, truly buried against your body as his dexterous tongue curls upward, stroking the vulnerable spot behind the nerves of your clit.

"Khalid!" this time it's nearly a scream, and you're grateful that your voice is lost in the surrounding foliage. Your thighs begin to shake, and your hands release him to instead clutch the blanket behind you. And at last, with a whimper in a voice you hardly recognize, your lower body floods with soaked warmth as your orgasm sweeps through you. Panting, twitching, you moan out for your husband over and over, until finally, the wave begins to subside, and Khalid pulls away to position himself above you on all fours.

"That's a nice expression..." he says with a grin, directing you to look at him with a hand at your chin, "I hope I'll get to see it often."

When your eyes finally refocus, you look up at him somewhat apologetically,

"I should... attend to you."

He laughs and kisses your forehead,

"There will be time for that tonight, don't you think? Once we're a bit more... put together," he says with a glance at your bare form, "we should head back to our ride. I'll bring you back to the castle, and we'll get the cooks to prepare something very 'Almyran' for you."

You nod- it probably wouldn't do for the first time with your Lord Husband to be mid-day in the woods. Though he'd certainly failed to make it seem unappealing.

"And then," he goes on, bringing a finger to trace the curve of your bottom lip, "Well, maybe we'll excuse ourselves to our bedchamber a bit early this evening, and we can continue this little... cultural exchange."