#because he waa soft for the first time

[tenochconamor]

Shuri felt safe around Namor.

A year of her mom, her closest friends and family trying to get Shuri to open up about her grief was ineffective. However, after this King who everyone was afraid of, shared his life story, his history, his culture and his secrets with her she felt safe enough to share her complex feelings about her brother's death to him. Grief she had buried within for a year was laid bare, practically spilling her guts to him, in the face of Namor's own openness and vulnerability.

I think Shuri still longs for the connection she had with Namor even after everything that happened. She's more untethered than ever before and longs for the only person she ever felt that instant connection to but she can't go to him because it's not easy to forgive. So she goes to Haiti, the beach, as close to the water as she can and she cries.

[maxillness]

╰┈➤Day 18: Fellatio || GR63 x Hamilton!reader

Warnings: 18+, blowjob, sub!george, drivers room sex, secret relationship, fwb Wordcount: 0.7k Fellatio (also known as fellation, and in slang as blowjob, BJ, giving head, or sucking off) is an oral sex act involving a person stimulating the penis of another by using the mouth

George was always hard before a race. Adrenaline pumping through his blood or some shit

Normally he wouldn't care. Drive with the boner, but if it hurt too much, he'd take care of it before

Everything changed when she came around

It was probably wrong of him to think of Lewis' sister like that, but god, she was an angel sent from heaven

The first time he had seen her, it was right before a race, so of course, when she had noticed he was hard, she had blushed furously, thinking it was because of her

He found her later, making himself look like an idiot when he stuttered out his words, trying to explain to her that it wasn't because of her, then having to apologise because he made it sound like she wasn't pretty or attractive, to then after being in his drivers room, her lips wrapped around his cock becuase she offered to "help"

They kept going like this. She would show up to as many races as could, "helping" George before each race

When she couldn't be there, he raced with the oner, no matter how uncomfortable it was, finding himself feel… Guilty? If he touched himself without her being there

She had been promoted, so she didn't show at the races for a long time. When George finally saw her walk by Lewis' side into the garage, he felt as though he could fall to his knees right in the middle of it all, begging her to suck him off- or litterly anything that included skin against skin contact

He got himself together, making a eyecontact with her before he walked to his drivers room. It wasn't just eye contact, it was the eye contact

When she got to his drivers room a minute after, he sat on the couch, already gotten rid of his shirt and his jeans and boxers pushed down to his mid-thighs

She scoffed slightly, locking the door behind her "What if anyone that wasn't me walked in, hm?" She hummed, walking over to him

"Don't care. Just want you" He looked up at her with begging eyes, reaching out to touch her hand carefully

She took a pillow from the couch, throwing it to the floor at his feet, lowering herself to be leveled with his cock

One of her hands were placed on his waist, the other holding his hand, his other hand placed over his mouth once she finally licked a stribe up his cock, flicking it over his slit, making his body jump slightly

"You're so perfect" She muttered, placing a kiss on his hip bone before swallowing him whole, gagging slightly. Normally he would apologise, but she had told him the first time to never apologise for it, so he didn't

She moved slowly. She had pulled her hair up in a ponytail before she left the hotel, knowing this waas gonna happen, so her hair was no problem to worry about

She looked up at him, expecting to find his eyes, but she didn't seethem. His head was thrown back, hand covering his mouth

He thrusted his hips up into her mouth soft and slow, meeting her mouth halfway

She smiled as well as she could around him as she felt him slightly twitch inside her mouth, knowing he was close now

Without a warning, beside his hand tightning around hers, he came down her throat, a quiet moan escaping his lips, caught by his hand covering it

She swallowed all of him, only popping off of him once he was soft again, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand

She stood up, their hands still interwined as she leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth softly, caressing his hair "Missed you" She said softly

"I missed you too" He panted heavily

[st-el-la-luna]

Syrupy Sweet: Nasty Baker! Soap x Reader

tumblr deleted the orgininal for whatever reason. Luckily I tracked down a reblog. Edited and added some new stuff (love tumblr for deleting my most popular post, rip my 600+ notes 😔)

NSFW 18+

Soap is forced into an early retirement. He gets a job at a small bakery. And that's where he meets you

➔ gn!afab!reader (described as having boobs & wearing a bra), creepy soap, pervy soap, obsessive soap, lust at first sight, non/dub-con cum eating, dirty thoughts, fantasizing, humping inanimate objects, coming in panta

After so many years working in the military, serving his country. Protecting the people of the world from danger. The last thing Soap expected waas tyo be discharged so suddenly and with so little warning.

Too much time working with explosives has affected his hearing. A bad knife wound, or a torn Achilles tendon. A bad break that never healed right. A couple of head injuries too many. 

"An early retirement," they'd called it. Forced retirement more like it. They won't even tell him why, just that he's, "no longer fit for active duty," and that he should be grateful that they, "got him such a nice deal. That he gets to keep his pension."

He’s bitter about it, understandably, He likes his job. He’s good at it. They can’t be serious about this! His performance hasn’t been hindered. 

Regardless of the reason, in spite of his arguments, Soap is benched, permanently. Price is apologetic, Ghost is... Distant, though that's to be expected. Gaz promises to keep in touch. And he does keep in touch, they all do. 

But it’s ot the same. Soap still feels lonely. Bored. He doesn’t know what to do with himself or all the time he suddenly has on his hands. Doesn’t know how to operate without the adrenaline rush, without something to occupy his hands and minds. He figures that, maybe, he should get a job. A civilian job. Not one of those cushy desk jocky jobs Price had offered him out of pity, Soap wants a job far removed from the military. Really reintegrate himself into normal, civvie life. 

After a bit of searching along the drizzly cobbled Glasgowian streets, Soap finds a little coffee shop and bakery nearby. A tiny, quaint little thing, run by a sweet old woman who just doesn't have the energy to keep the doors open on her own. 

The place is situated on a street corner, tucked away from the busy traffic-filled streets. A soft bell jingles when the door opens. The sign is hsand painted. The place, though clearly aged, is well looked after, loved. The wood floors and counters shine; the tables and chairs, though antique, are comfortable, well made; plants hang from the ceiling; and a couple bookshelves line a wall, a leave a book take a book community library. 

Soap applies for the position and despite his lack of experience, he gets the job. Something about him reminding the old woman of her own son. 

At first, Soap worked there with her. Learning the ins and outs of the trade. How to make meringue and bread and macrons and creme brûlé. It's not easy, not at first, but with practice and time, he gets the hang of it. 

He figures it's because of his experience with explosives and chemistry. Baking is... Kind of the same thing. 

Eventually, he's left to tend to the day-to-day affairs of the bakery. The woman still writes all the recipes and makes some of the breads. But he's the one managing the front of the house. 

It's where he meets you. 

Sweet. Kind. Polite. Breathtaking. Irresistible. Sexy. You. 

You come tumbling into the warm bakery on a day when the weather is particularly bad, even for Scotland. Strong winds, cold rains threatening to turn to hail, thunder rumbling in the distance. 

You're soaked to the bone. Hair dripping. Shoes leaving puddles in your wake as each of your steps is announced by a wet squish. Your full cheeks bitten by the cold, fingertips numb, you offer him a blinding smile. 

He's more focused on your tits though. And your bra. Visible through your thin, now see-through, shirt. Black lace. He can see how your chest rises and falls with each breath you take. He can even see a small mole, or maybe a birthmark, on the swell just above the cup of your bra. He wants to sink his teeth into you. Wants to suck that mark into his mouth, chew and lick at it, make it bigger. Make it his. Make you his.  

He's drooling a little, he realizes absently. 

"Hey," you say softly, wiping at your nose with your sleeve. Hands curled into adorable little sweater paws as you try to wipe your wet hands off on your equally wet pants. 

Soap just stares at you, mouth opening and closing like a fish. Shell shocked. He... He’s never... You’re so... He... Holy fuck. 

Eventually, he clears his throat and manages a smile, stepping a bit closer to the counter so he can hide the growing tent in his pants. He forces himself to meet your eyes, rather than stare at your chest. 

But they’re staring at me, his innermost thoughts whine, wanton and airy in his mind. So desperate for attention... for love... ready to be suckled and bit and groped and pinched... 

Johnny leans forward, elbows resting on the counter and chuckles, flashing you an easy, charming smile. "Hey... Looking for something to warm you up?" 

Please say you've already found what you're looking for. Please say you want him to warm you up. With his hands. His mouth. His cock. Please say– 

"Yeah... Do you guys do hot chocolates?" 

"It's not on the menu, but I've got my own stash in the back," he says as he looks you up and down. But how could you blame him? What with your... everything! This is your fault, honestly. Dirty, dirty, little thing, wearing a white shirt in the rain. You know what you’re doing. Something sinister and heated bubbles in his gut. A thick, molten, syrupy desire, a primal need. A sort of instinctive pull, a fish lured in by the soft glow of an angler fish. A moth to a flame. Helpless but to stare, slack jawed, and fighting back drool, as you stare up at him expectantly, He smiles, his lips spreading further as he notices your flustered state, how you shift under his stare, biting your lip as he looks you up and down. Logically, it’s a nervous reaction. But, in Soap’s quickly spiraling mind, it’s a clean indicator that you want him too. "I'll make one, special for you, darling." 

Your eyes sparkle, your smile tears the breath from his lungs. "Really? Oh my god, thank you." 

Soap grabs a mug from the shelf and twirls it around his finger. He pulls up his sleeves, bunching them around his mid biceps. He flexes, purposefully, showing off the hard-earned muscles in his arms, the scars, the prominent veins, his big, strong hands. Hands that would look so perfect around your neck. Or holding your wrists. Or deep between your shaking legs reaching deep and good, far past anything you could reach on his own. He wonders if you’re a crier. He hopes that you are. 

Soap notices the way your eyes fall to the newly exposed skin. The way your jaw drops a little. The way you close your mouth. The way you glance away before quickly looking back. The way your throat bobs when you swallow... 

Holy shit. 

He can give you something else to swallow if you'll let him. Please let him. 

He rolls his hips against the counter and lets out a stuttering breath through his nose. His lips part. His tongue feels thick and leaden in his mouth. 

A moan bubbles in his throat, he disguises it as a cough. "Can..." He swallows another noise as he shifts his stance, achingly cock pressed against the teeth of his zipper. He makes a show of dusting the counter off, acting like he's tossed something into the bin so he can adjust his pants. "Can I get you anything else?" 

Your eyes, gorgeous eyes, scan the menu and the display. "A cinnamon bun?" You ask, pointing to the delicacy through the glass case. "Please and thank you." 

"You're in luck," he says, rutting against the counter again, as quick and harsh as he can without drawing attention. A part of him thoough, a sick, twisted, part of him that quickly spreads his mind like a weed, corrupting and poisoning, wants you to notice. Wants you to catch him. To punish him. "Just made a fresh batch... I've just got to head back and ice them." 

"Oh, I'm fine with one of them from the display, you don't need to trouble yourself." 

Oh, and how sweet you are... 

You keep chewing on your bottom lip. Part of him wants to stop you, tell you that that’s his job. Wants to bite your lips until they’re raw and swollen. 

He's fucked. Well and truly fucked. 

He smiles. You’re blissfully ignorant of the darkness lurking in his eyes. "No trouble at all... It's my pleasure." 

And it is his pleasure. Very much so. 

He comes out a bit later, a little out of breath. A little red in the face. A couple buttons undone on his shirt. 

"Hot in there," he says with a smile, setting the mug and a cinnamon bun on the counter in front of you. He sets another little plate down, a doughnut. Chocolate frosting with a cream filling, the sticky white substance still pouring from the hole. 

"I uh, I didn't order that," you say with a little, awkward laugh. "The doughnut." 

"I know you didn't, sweet thing... It's a new recipe I've been trying out. Trying to get right... Mind telling me what you think? It's free of charge, promise." 

"Oh," you blink, staring up at him with those wide eyes. God, how he wants to see those eyes watering. How he wants to see those eyes tearing up as you choke on his cock. How he wants to see you cry as he fucks you. You smile. "Thank you!" 

You pay for your drink and dessert and blink up at him from under your lashes. Your smile turns shy as you chew your lip. Stop it. Stop it. You’re going to make him lose his mind. You have to know what you’re doing to him. You have to. "Keep the change." 

He smiles. "Thanks." 

You find a seat in the corner and settle in the corner with a book. Soap keeps an eye on you the whole time. Watches you as much as he can without attracting unwanted attention. 

His cock throbs in his pants when he sees you take your first bite of the cinnamon roll. When you wipe at the icing with your thumb and lick it clean. He watches with delight as you eat and drink, rolling his hips against the counter in time with the bobbing of your throat as you swallow. 

Soap watches you with rapt attention as you enjoy the desserts. His lips parted, jaw slack, drooling. He wonders if he could convince you to lick it away. He is so glad that he stopped by the office to record the security footage. He’s going to be watching this over and over and... Fuck! 

With a final grind of his aching cock against the counter, his boxers are flooded with a wet, sticky warmth. He mourns it going to waste like that. His cum belongs in you. Your tight pussy, round ass, past your full lips. 

"How was it?" He asks, breathless, when you return your dishes to the counter. He shifts his stance, hiding the wet spot in his pants. He's not embarrassed that he came in his pants just from watching how your throat moves as you swallow. At watching the way that you lave your tongue over your fingers, licking the thick glaze away with a spit-slicked tongue. 

He just doesn't want to weird you out. 

"It was amazing," you say. "I really liked the balance of the sweet with the salty... Sometimes the sugar is just... Too much." 

"I agree," Soap says, breathless. He swallows a lump in his throat. "I agree." 

You become a regular from then on. He always gets you freshly baked items, from the back. No matter how busy. 

He's not supposed to alter the recipes. But he doubts the lady will mind that he made a change. All he did was put a little love into the recipes. A little bit of himself in the sour cream glaze. 

Keep your eyes peeled for a part 1.5 involving what soap did in the back room!

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[meep--tm]

found an old twt thread of my apollo maya bestfriendism ideas + dustings of klapollo/franmaya SO HERE IT IS.

maya is one of the only people apollo texts more often than once a week because she always sends like 10 mssgs in response to his 1 and she takes on the heavy lifting of the convo and it makes it sooo much easier for him (notoriously bad texter)

even though they aren't that far apart in age she calls herself his Wise Elder and he lets her because by the time he meets her (trucy introduces them) he's gone to the WAA school of Tolerating A Bad Bit

apollo is very very nervous to meet her initially because she's phoenix's sister and trucy's aunt and he wants to make a good impression but maya senses this and cranks up the goofiness so high during their first meeting that finding her intimidating becomes completely impossible

maya still has a dedicated fan turned full hater grudge against klavier because phoenix doesn't talk about anything ever and she never got the full kristoph story so when she finds out that apollo spends half his time with him she gets CRAZY PROTECTIVE.

eventually apollo confronts phoenix about it like I Know You're My Boss And This Isn't My Business But Communicate With Your Fucking Sister Maybe and the next time he sees maya after that she's like. :) sooooo you and klav.

on the other side of things apollo is TERRIFIED of Prosecutor von Karma because she's so accomplished and stern but he sees her with maya one time and sees her getting all soft and happy and relaxed and the next time he sees maya he's like HOW DID YOU DO THAT. TO HER.

[queer-whatchamacallit]

After several months of anticipation, I rewatched 1x05 “Sheridan”

Sydney tries to relive her mistakes over and over, so when she tries again, she feels like she won’t make any of them again. This is kinda similar to Carmy who relives his traumatic experiences, but tries to make the new situation healthier and one where he’s in control. They share this urge to surround themselves with what has hurt them

It’s pride month, so of course I have to mention Syd’s gay bedsheets and comforter <3

Syd did baseball! There’s a trophy on her desk.

The fact that Marcus watches shitty reality tv feels so right for him

Tina has been to a Berzatto family Christmas, and Carmy’s way of gaging whether she enjoyed it was whether his mom freaked out. Tina said “she wasn’t calm, but the food was great” and I don’t think I realized how much build up Donna got in s1

For just a couple scenes, Syd had a completely different scarf on? Not sure what’s up with that

Carm talking to Richie abt the coke is a good example of how he acts when he doesn’t have a task to do in addition to being stressed. He fidgets: grips the countertop, chews at the back of his lip, and paces, and he barely looks at Richie who’s sat right on front of him, mostly looking at the countertop or the ceiling. The only time he makes eye contact is when he wants to make sure he’s being heard

I think I’ve mentioned this in previous posts, but despite looking healthy and put together compared to the other Berzattos, Sugar still has her issues. She has the same temper they do, and considering Pete’s “you’re not pissed all the time” in 2x10, I think it definitely affects their marriage to some degree.

Nat’s complaints abt Carm are so true it’s funny like Yes! He really is a soft shitty bitch for being scared to talk to you because you try to make him face his problems! You’re so right, Nattie!!!

For as much as I talk about her flaws, I really do love her :]

It feels like there’s tomato cans everywhere this episode: on top of a shelf overlooking Marcus’ station, on the cinder blocks when they do the outdoor service, in the corner while Syd tells Carm about Sheridan. And funnily enough, I think they’re the big cans (blue top) instead of the small cans (green top)

I like to think Carmy picked up the words Rad and Gnarly from Michael because Mike would’ve grown up in the 80s and heard those terms a lot more, but you can’t tell me that Carmy wasn’t absolutely obsessed with tmnt as a kid

Also love Syd for absolutely rocking it when forced to think on her feet, she’s so smart and pretty wow <3

And the Carmy-Marcus mentorship strikes again! This time with Carmy’s deeply unhealthy outlook on his work!

I’m so obsessed with fire as symbolism for self-destruction in this show, never ever getting over his speech to Marcus. Also, he uses the pronoun “you” throughout it, implying that this is a completely normal healthy thought, and clearly when your restaurant’s on fire, of course, you’re going to want to let it burn to the ground, and that’s such a Carmy thing to think

When Carmy first comes in during that scene where he later helps Syd strain the stock, he’s holding onto the towels at his waist. He’s not moving them, he doesn’t take them off, he isn’t changing the position of his hands enough to actually be drying them, so there’s no other explanation! Bro is just stimming!!!

And I think that’s it! Waa I’ve missed doing these!

[jaestrz]

舞い落ちる花びら - 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧 윤정한

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genre: fluff • idol!au

pairing : jeonghan x afab!reader

a/n : I’m back!!! with a hannie oneshot. It’s been like 2 months since I posted??? Sorry for leaving you all behind heh… but I’m here now! (I was actually in love with a fancam from the recent japan concert where they performed Fallin flower so this motivates me a lot)

People would always have a favourite song to begin with, Jeonghan knew that of course. But there must’ve been a reason why the song waa a golden child in an individual’s eyes.

He would really use himself as an example. To you and imperfect love caught his attention out of all songs since debut. It had put Jeonghan in a good mood ever since it was released. The lyrics, the melody, the existence of the song itself was Jeonghan’s source of happiness.

It doesn’t mean he wasn’t a fond of other songs, it’s just the adrenaline rush he gets from the two songs each time he performs it that made it weird.

It also made him open his eyes a little bit more about your favourite music. He never understood why you had chosen Fallin Flower out of everything else. He wasn’t wrong, you did admit the other day don’t listen in secret was one of your top songs.

you didn’t say it was your most favorite.

But the down side of it was, since it’s a Japan album, the group didn’t get the chance to perform it as often as Korean albums in tours or fan meetings unless they were in Japan.

It was based on pure luck if that song could even make it to the set list in the first place.

You never told him why it was your favourite song.

But he could still see the enjoyment on your face performing to fallin flower. The precious smile that he will forever print on his memory.

Was it the lyrics? But other songs had similar ones too.

The melody of the song?

He never knew because Fallin Flower had a 13 second part for you when there are more longer ones in the other songs.

Was it because you were the center in the starting of it? But Hot, Fear and Home;run was also the same.

What made you like that song so much?

Jeonghan noticed you since the fan meeting at Japan after Fallin Flower, you were possibly the most happiest human he had ever seen.

He adored you even more when he sees you sitting at the edge of the stage, singing and talking to carats behind the barrier. It turned the corner of his lips upward.

“Why is it so windy everytime we perform Fallin Flower” he joins in, sitting beside you as he fixes your front hair so it doesn’t cover your view. ��God, he was slowly falling in love with you even more as each second passes by.

“Isn’t that the best part? We look so different performing it.”

You were holding yourself from telling him how beautiful he was, his hair that flows against the wind as he moves to the center.

Fallin flower was a beautiful song.

A chuckle left his lips. “Maybe I should watch the fan cams on twitter after this to prove about your statement.”

You hum in response, eyes mesmerized by how much people were in the crowds.

Jeonghan wasn’t lying when he said he would watch the fan cams on twitter after the whole show. He lived up to his words and take a look while you were taking a short nap on his lap.

It was the first time he had opened his own fan cam. And yours too.

What you said that used to be illogical made him changed his mind about what he thought about earlier. Everyone did look different.

Maybe it was how soft the melody was. How relaxed everyone’s faces was when performing. The comments were all praises about how beautiful you had looked and Jeonghan couldn’t agree more.

You were his love. What he is currently watching right now was the beautiful woman he was deeply in love with. Your hair that drapes over your shoulder with messy curls, beads in your hair. Jeonghan finds everything about you in that video aesthetically pleasing.

Was this the reason why you really liked that song?

The moment your eyes fluttered open, you could see the small smile on his lips.

“Did my angel had a good nap? You can continue to sleep if you want.” He rubbed his thumb repeatedly across your cheekbone.

But your attention was caught on your phone in his hand with the sound of fallin flower coming.

“You watched the fan cam?”

“Mhm.”

“Carats really liked it.” You mumbled, half asleep and half awake in reality.

“Because they saw how beautiful my girlfriend was on that stage with the wind blowing and her being center” you groaned at the compliment, hiding yourself by burying your head in his hoodie.

“I’m not teasing. Really, you were the most beautiful woman to perform Fallin flower.”

You knew Jeonghan doesn’t talk empty words most of the time but when you saw how serious he was, you knew he wasn’t joking.

Honestly the only reason you liked watching the fancam was because of Jeonghan.

He doesn’t need to know that.

And from the way it looks like, Fallin flower will actually be his new replacement for To you.

[floralembarrassment]

Hi!!!

Can you please write about jegulus promising to marry each other when they were young (kids), and they would see each other (+ Sirius) every summer, but one summer the blacks move away? Even 10 years later they still think of each other holding the little rings they promised each other with.

Thanks <3 love ur posts

Summer Lovin' (1/1) (jegulus)

It couldn't be him... could it? James eyes had clocked the soft black curls that plagued his dreams and childhood from across the hall. Then he turned, and James breath hitched. Regulus Black standing quietly, seemingly taking it all in. It was a busy conference hall, and people kept coming over to talk to James. He realized he had suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He didn't have space for anything but Regulus. He actually wasn't sure he was capable of breathing at all.

"Reg!" He called. Not noticing or caring that he nearly yelled in someone's face. And then when those stormy grey eyes--the eyes he desperately wanted to fall asleep to and wake up to and looking into ever moment he was awake--snapped up to meet his. James was moving before the recognition appeared on Regulus' face.

As James moved through the crowd his mind was filled with those summers of his childhood. The summers when he would come home and spend everyday playing with the neighbour kids: with Sirius his best friend. Sirius who was his other half. Sirius who knew everything about him without asking and vice versa. Sirius who he wished could go to his school with him instead of in France.

And of course with Regulus. Regulus the inexplicable light of his light. Regulus the person he looked for everywhere. Regulus who he would rip his own heart out from under his ribs just to prove to him that James was his. Would always be his. Still is his.

He is still moving across the hall, it felt like years to get to Regulus. He sees Regulus move a step toward him, watchful and curious eyes, mouth slightly parted. James' mind was suddenly transported back to one particular summer night:

They were in the back yard, Sirius was inside getting lemonade and had ended up chatting with Effie and Monty. It was nice when that happened because it let James be with Regulus alone. They stole off to sit in the middle of the field that separated their homes. Wild flowers and tall grass blowing gently in the warm breeze around them. The sun starting to set in the distance.

Regulus had pulled a few pieces of grass and was braiding them in intricate circles in his hands. James remembers thinking he was just fidgeting but then Regulus grabbed James' hand, giving it a small squeeze and placed what he now was realizing waa a small braided ring around his finger.

"Promise me," Regulus had whispered, locking eyes with James in that moment. "No matter what, you'll marry me one day," it was a wish and a dream and the only promise James ever desperately wanted to keep. An echo of the promise he made to Regulus at 10 that of course boys could marry other boys. A whisper of the promise James had made to Regulus at 7 that he would always be there to hold his hand if Regulus wanted it.

They were so young, too young really to know what it all meant. Too young to understand the strong pull, the force of the universe that brought them together. James knew Regulus like he knew himself. He knew, even at just 13, that Regulus was his forever. That nothing could keep them apart.

Regulus had kissed him for the first time, the only time, when James had promised yes.

James remembers going back to school and coming home for the holidays to find that the Black family had moved permanently. And James didn't know where too, so he couldn't send any letters.

James has that memory frozen in his mind when he collided with Regulus in the hall. When Regulus is shocked and surprised and holding his face in his hands trying to make sure James is real. It's like no time has passed but they are finally together at the right place and the right time. "Uhmm hi?" James says, "I think I was supposed to marry you but maybe could I... could I take you to dinner first?" And Regulus laughs lightly, hugging James for the first time in years. "Yes, Dinner first marriage second." Regulus says, quietly tapping on a clear locket containing the preserved braided rings from that fateful summer.

[metaphorical-goblin]

Fluffy drabble request: After a grueling investigation, the WAA kids fall asleep on the office couch. Phoenix finds them like that, covers them with blankets, and lets them sleep

Phoenix stands behind the document-covered coffee table, hands propped on his hips, as he scrutinizes the scene before him.

(And that, really, is the first hint that they’re actually asleep, because none of them are picking on his “dad stance.”)

The second is, naturally, Trucy, whose cheek is squished against Apollo’s shoulder, hat tipped off on the floor somewhere. He remembers having to root around the house to find it when she was little. The first time she woke up and it wasn’t on her bedroom shelf, she moped around the house for hours. Now, it has a new place on an abandoned prop. He picks it up from the floor, dusts it off. 

Phoenix thinks he’s spoiled the whole thing when Apollo’s head jerks up. He freezes like the kid with his hand in the cookie jar and stays just like that until he settles again.

Evidence number three. His arms are crossed, like always, but there’s a softness to him that Phoenix never gets to see. Everything slacks a bit: his posture, his jaw, his perfectly-pointed horns. Phoenix thinks he deserves to slack, at least a little, but this “conqueror’s attitude” isn’t something he thinks the kid is going to shake anytime soon. Nick can’t blame him; he was the same way at his age (though… he did sometimes drag a nine-year-old around with him. At least Trucy is old enough to actually stick around for these all-nighters, even if Phoenix wouldn’t prefer it). 

Athena’s foot twitches on the coffee table, her ponytail wrinkled up on Apollo’s opposite shoulder. She’s a bit taller than him when they’re standing, but sitting next to each other like this, they’re about equal. Her head tips back on the aged cushions of their couch, the rest of her body leaning up against Apollo’s like a counterweight. Widget’s also completely silent around her neck (and there’s his fourth and fifth). 

He sighs as he glances over the paperwork strewn about the place. This case was… tough, for sure. More so than what they usually see. 

He hates watching them work themselves to the bone.

There must be an old blanket from when Maya used to sleep over here… 

After some rooting around (and a bit of cautionary dusting), Phoenix carefully drapes a blanket over the trio. He doesn’t try to smooth it down, at the risk of waking them, but he does press an unnoticed kiss to Trucy’s forehead. 

That’s the difference between them and him, he thinks. When they’re ready to rest, they’re smart enough to actually listen and do it.

Phoenix chuckles to himself and flips off the lights. They’ve all had a long night, and they deserve the rest.

[aetheternity]

Its been a year my love 💞

By the time this is posted I will have been a Venti main for a year and I can't even begin to properly explain how much this sweet angel has done for me. He doesn't even realize how much he's impacted my life.

I've talked about it a couple times before but when I started playing Genshin, Chongyun was my favorite character but after I had finished the archon quest Venti had quickly made it to the number two spot within the next three months he'd became my favorite. (Because Chongyun refused to come home and because Xingyun shippers ruined him for me ya'll know the drill at this point.) I remember saying that despite my love for him I wasn't going to pull for him because I hated using bow characters on my laptop.

I had had such a difficult time with the Dvalin part of Mondstadt's archon quest and I kept dying with Venti though I found humor in it as his dying line kept going waa waa waaah. I started playing through the Liyue quest and once I was done with that I found myself missing Venti so much. I quickly returned to Mondstadt to do his story quest and it was during his trial period that I knew I wanted him so much.

After that I started training everyday to get good at using bow characters. I would use my Fischl's aimed shot as much as possible and worked myself up until I was very comfortable using bow characters. His rerun ended up being a good five months after all of that and I didn't pull any characters on any banner except for Gorou on Itto's first ever banner. He came home during the Irodori festival with one pull sixty one soft pity, guaranteed because I had gotten Mona on the last banner.

I was so excited I sobbed because I finally had my beautiful boy and he's barely left my team since. I only take him off when I'm fighting anemo related bosses or anemo resistant bosses.

I love to think that he was waiting for me to pull because he came home so fast. I told my friend at the time how much I love him. He's just such a beautiful character.

I wanna properly explain all my feelings and the reason I love him the way the way I do and I finally feel mentally prepared to get it all out there.

So here we go. Around the time I started playing Genshin I had recently gotten out of a pretty messy breakup. The guy in question and I had started dating when we were eighteen our relationship lasted till we were twenty. During this time my now ex had been trying to help me cope with the fact that I was a child abuse victim.

Not gonna get too deep into that but I had realized when he was talking to me about his family and the kind of relationship he'd had with his mom that my childhood wasn't normal and I was extremely jealous of how kind and gentle his mother was towards him in comparison to how my parents were. Which lead to resentment pretty early on which made me lash out at him a lot. I had spent a lot of that time trying to piece together my feelings trying to cope with all this new found hurt and I was so young I didn't know how to.

But even before he'd made me look at it genuinely I'd always had this feeling. This gnawing weight on my chest like I wasn't breathing as though a weight were sat on my chest. It started when I was probably about thirteen that I didn't feel free. I'd go to school and be happy to be out of my house but I everyday I felt an immense sense of dread at the knowledge that I'd have to go back home. I knew I was dealing with something bad because I grew less and less happy as I aged and everything made me mad. I was always mad or sad and I took it out on everyone.

When I was sixteen I was diagnosed with depression. Things get darker from here so trigger warning.

Circling back to when I was eighteen. I had asked my mom if I could go to therapy because my ex had told me I needed it for my anxiety (which I'd had my whole life) and my depression (Keep that in mind). I was paired up within a few weeks with a man who was in sixties. Long story short he didn't help me and I ended up leaving therapy with more trauma then I'd gone in with. He'd constantly made really gross remarks towards me and asked me about my period and when I was going to get on birth control.

He'd even asked me when I was planning to have sex with my then boyfriend and when I'd told him I wasn't sure if I was ready he'd told me to hurry and decide or my now ex would probably dump me for an easier girl.

Something I've neglected to mention until now was that even with my boyfriend back then I hadn't felt like he was a completely safe space. We fought a lot and he'd often said things that made me feel worse about myself. He slut shamed me and got really mad when we had the exes talk and he found out I had more exes than he did. He'd screamed at me a couple times and he had lovebombed me less than a month into the relationship. But I was a dumb eighteen year old who thought I was in love so yeah..

That weighed feeling was so intense with him because he never left me alone and he didn't respect my boundaries at all. I'd ask him to give me an hour of space he'd get mad and guilt trip me into shortening the time or telling me I didn't love him. He'd cry and I'd stay. Once we had actually broken up he'd cursed me out so bad said that I'd been a horrible girlfriend and that I was a loser yada yada yada. He'd turned all our friends against me but we had stayed friends because I still had feelings for him.

During that time he made fun of anything I said. Told me he hated me and wished I'd just fuck off and confessed to me that he hadn't been truthful during our relationship about never having done anything sexual with anyone. (We were both bisexuals) he'd given oral to a guy two years before we dated and I had never done oral or anything sexual with anyone which I had been honest about.

Once I'd finally cut ties with him for good the entire weight of every single thing he'd done, everything my parents had done to me, my old therapist all of it came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. I had started cutting again for the first time since I'd been hospitalized at sixteen and I had been gifted a new therapist she is the same woman I still have to this day. At the time I was nineteen and by the time I was twenty I had slowly started to get slightly better. By the time I finally picked up Genshin I was twenty one years old. I was still suffering pretty bad mentally from all the horrible pain I'd suffered in a relationship with my ex and my relationship with my parents was god awful I couldn't talk to them about anything.

I played through the first story quest of Genshin and Paimon had asked Venti what the god Barbatos stood for and when he said freedom I felt like I could breathe again for the first time. Like he'd shoved that boulder on my chest away and was pulling me out of the rubble I'd been buried beneath for so long.

Freedom was all I ever wanted to have. All that I had been secretly pining for and ever since then Venti's had such a deep place in my heart. I fell in love with him so fast. I found LunAsmr about three weeks later and I listened to Venti tell me he loved me. Sometimes I wish I could tell him personally just how much he's changed my life cause who knows where I'd be without him.

I don't know maybe I've said too much but every time I hear a new voice line from him or I get new information about him I fall so much more in love with him. I felt like I was too broken to be loved or to feel love towards another living thing but he came along and took all of that worry away. He's not a comfort character he's THE comfort character and I am so thankful that Hoyo made him because he's my everything now. I'm in such a better place.

He has the biggest room in my teapot and the number one spot on my team because he's just that important to me because he's so honest and kind and everything I never knew I wanted.

If you've actually read this far wow and thank you. All of this stuff is so heavy but I knew I wanted to get this out for the anniversary of my favorite character coming home to me. I know I'm putting a lot of information out there for a bunch of strangers to read but I wanted people who I will never see in real life to know everything, all of the beautiful things Venti has done for my life because I can't tell Venti himself!

I'm so happy to have mained this amazing archon for this long though and I can't wait till we reach two years. I hope other Venti mains have just as much peace in his existence as I do everyday.

[shiroi---kumo]

The Chimera whines painfully, hands on their head fingers curling gripping in their hair as they lay on the ground. The sounds won't stop, the noises in their head, echoes from the lab. The damned souls that cry out from within calling for release. All they wanted, needed waa for it to stop. The stranger in white, Kumo, if there waa one thing they would ask of them it was to make it stop. "....Hurt... Koomo make stop?" [ @dragonofthestone - Chimera finally asking for help ]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ They have been traveling together for a short while because he didn't really know what else to do with the boy?(man?) and he could hardly get anything out of him in the terms of communication. It was frustrating but he wasn't about to just abandon him to let him starve. At the very least, he wanted to get this man to the next town over where he could - maybe perhaps - find some form of refuge from the elements and the wilds of Wonderland in general.

Vi, as he's taken to calling the man for now since there was no name to go by and vihreä seemed like too much to really stick. Is making an awful whining sound suddenly and the Misterican turns to see reptile like hands curling into curly locks as his companion proceeds to lay himself on the ground. A soft hand is raising ready to ask if something is wrong even though it's obvious there is, when in the first time what feels like weeks comes some form of comunication.

"Koomo." He says dragging his voice on the ooh sound. "Hurt." The other man finally explains, but what? What hurts? His head?

He can only assume from the way he's grabbing and pulling at it. So he's slow to close the already short distance between them as to not startle - before he kneels all the way down until the swordsman comes to set down on the ground before him.

"Vi what hurts? Your head? Does your head hurt? Do you have a headache? If your head hurts then say yes. If it is something else say no. If you tell me a little more I might be able to help. I have medicine but I don't want to give you something and accidently hurt you if you didn't need it."

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏𝟎 | 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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The soft, golden glow of lights above cast a warm ambience over the bar, creating a comforting retreat from the world outside. The air was filled with the soothing hum of chatter, clinking glasses, and the distant murmur of laughter. You're sitting on a worn leather stool, his hands slowly moving round and around repeatedly with the straw in your hand, eyes fixed on the door. Your eyes dart to your phone every two seconds, wondering if Annalise and Darios just forgot. You shiver slightly as another chilling breeze crawls up your bare legs, your denim skirt riding up your legs yet again. Annalise saw an opportunity for the three of you to get to know each other better. So here you were, a late Thursday night patiently waiting for them to arrive.

"Hey girl sorry we're late." You hear a familiar voice approaching you. The two friends had made it, 20 minutes late. Annalise pulls you in for a warm hug, her scent, a blend of warmth and freshness, mixing with the bar's fragrance of aged oak and various cocktails enters your nose. Not far behind, Darios saunters in, a leather jacket loosely sitting on his shoulders, his hair dishevelled from the wind. He pulls you in for a welcoming hug as well, the three of you now properly introduced.

"I don't know about you guys but I am in desperate need for a drink." Annalise states before leading the way and walking towards a booth which we all follow. The low, sultry notes of jazz or blues music drift from hidden speakers, providing the perfect soundtrack to the late-night meeting. "Ugh, I'm freezing." She groans once we're all seated at the wooden table, the cold wind more evident in this part of the bar with the windows wide open to air out the filled bar.

"Remember that time we got stuck at that cabin." Darios chuckles and his eyes meet Annalise's as they share a knowing look.

"Oh my God! So basically what happened was I found a discounted weekend hiking trip. We kind of had to hike up to our cabin then go back after. It was so long." She explains to you, rapt up in the story.

Darios let out a knowing laugh. "I still can't believe you agreed to go."

"I know, right? Anyways, we got up to our cabin, and there was like a snowstorm, so we were trapped."

Her face crinckles into a mock frown as Darius chimes in, "Annalise was crying because of how stressed she was."

"It didn't help when you kept talking about how we were gonna eat each other to stay alive," Annalise retorts.

Darios continues the story, "But anyways, it was really bad because we had no signal, so we kinda had to wait for the people who were in charge of the trip to count and realize that we were missing before they came to rescue us. Ever since then, Annalise has sworn to never hike again."

"So if you don't really like hiking why did you go in the first place?" You ask her, intrigued by their story.

"Because it was discounted." she replies seriously, with no trace of sarcasm or satire in her voice, it is probably the fact that she is so serious that makes you crack a smile. The atmosphere is lively, and the warm ambience of the bar seems to make you want to tell them your deepest dark secret.

"That reminds me of the time that me and my best firned waited after school to prank a teacher and it turns out we got locked int he school and I had to beg my mum into letting us out. Sh waas furious and I was grounded but looking back now it was so worth it." You laugh lightly at the fond memory, slightly missing your best friend, she's like your glue.

"Everytime you tells us a story it's always somethig really crazy, how mny lives have you lived?" Darios asks a little intruiged by your persona.

"RIght? I'm wondering what else has happened to you thta we should know about." Annalise asks, resting her head in her hands as she leans forward,

"Well-" You start off only to suddenly get cut off completely by a loud, collective gasp as all the people in the bar move out of one area. A clamour is created as glass shatters and chairs overturn.

"What's going on?" You ask them, stretching your neck further up in hopes of getting a better view.

"A fight." Darios answers trying to observe what is going on. The grim sound of punches being thrown and landing on jaws, faces, and stomachs seem to amplify over the music still being played in the background, which now sounds like an incoherent jumble of words. The two men wiggle off the staff members who attempted to break off their fight, instead the two wrestled each other deeper into the pub, people moving out of the way. Now that they're closer you can see the whole thing up close, it was a swirl of clenched fists, shuffling feet and crashing bottles as they swung each other around.

"This is totally so crazy." Annalise grins, sneaking a couple photos and videos on her phone, " What for memories?" she shrugs as you and Darios look at her dumbfounded. Another loud punch reverbs throughout the bar as the other holds his face in agony, blood spewing out and dripping all over the floor. Soon enough security arrives and guides the bloody and bruised men outside, breaking the fight. The chaos subsides and you blink yourself back into reality after being so immersed in the fight.

Darios's eyes are still glued to the spot the men once were, reliving the moment in his head, "Wasn't expecting this to happen tonight.

𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫…

[asahicore]

Hello um im SO sorry that this will be long but please eodhk its been a whole night and i cant stop thinking about your work moonlight . Every time i hear someone say "baby" my mind zoooms back to your work. Gosh..to have baby as your nickname [head in my hands] but yohr writing was soooo incredible like each and every scene was packed with flavour and fun and not once did the writing stray or feel like a filler ahh i would love to eat moonlight <3. Also i have never seen the movie because my parents never let me as a kid so i dove into the au really excited and NOW I WANT TO WATCH THE MOVIE SOK BADD. But i'd lije to share certain thoughts as scenes i love. First of all...baby's whole personality (she's MY baby shes my sweet meow i love her) and every description of sunghoon made me feel soo many things but that scene where baby's in the staff area and he motions her closer (phew i get you baby i get it) and the part where she presses closer so she can lean far back and trust him to not let go is SO important because its got gorge visuals, they already trust each other (somewhat) and foreshadowingkedjk. Jake my sweet baby he was soo silly and goofy throughout. Im really glad chaewon was safe and it was so natural of her to be hostile to baby at first ah but HEESUNG?? GOD I DISLIKED HIM SO MUCH HE WAS A FREAK!! Especially the way his personality switched (but the scene where sunghoon jumps over the banister to punch him..crowd cheering) but he was such a hypcrite that heesung boy..he aint right. And also i really hate myself for being somewhat attracted to jay even though he was written to be a real sly mean person but what if red is my fav colour? 🤨 that stupid joke of his the what makes me diff from all the boys at yale..why was i laughing and twirling my hair MOVE BABY its my turn..um anyway i hated max so much nit kidding lije how can you allow bunglow bunnies to do whatever they want with YOUR staff and then get mad at your staff for finding peace and love? Like arent they already involving themselves with the guests?? Poor sunghoon my heart broke when those cougar women pulled their old school moves on him like come on youre married and thats soo creepy sighhh. I was soo worried that doc might nevr find iut what heesung did but im glad seeun was safe as well even thoigh..she didnt tell doc oh this boy aint right i dont want him..andthat scene where they practise the lift..im getting light headed wheres MY SUMMER DANCING FUN AT A FANCY RICH RESORT WHERE I MEET A HANDSOME MAN WHO TEACHES ME HOW TI DANCE (head in my hands 2x). When baby said fight back harder..and she hid sunghoon from doc i was sobbing in my head like baby girk wear your man like a badge be proud of him. Thank you sm for focusing on his dimples really 😭😭💘. And that scene where ms jung drops all the wallets was so well hidden in the plot somethinf so small byt meaningful i really took it as a "rich people are weird" motif until the wallet part bur argh..max getting mad at sunghoon for ""stealing"" instead of listening to baby (a woman in that era God forbid women know things that men dont) but then STILL firing him and sunghoon accepting defeat but the scene where BABY accepts the loss and sunghoon almost breaks (head in my hands sobbing 3x). Thank you so much foe this wonderfuk work filled with agony and fun and pure romantic love and softness waa ..im calling myself 😵‍💫 anon for now...i mighr drop by again..sorry for the length 😭😭💘💖 thank you love you

oh my gosh anon😭😭😭😭 pls dont apologize for sending a long ask this literally my whole day week month year life... its so amazing to receive something like this thank u so so much 😭😭😭😭💗💗 Im SOOOOO happy that u enjoyed moonlight this much, "each and every scene was packed with flavour and fun and not once did the writing stray or feel like a filler ahh i would love to eat moonlight" THIS IS EVERYTHING ARE U KIDDING... i would smooch u on the face if i could rn tysm !!! U NEED TO WATCH THE MOVIE im ngl like i copied every plot point off of it, all i did was write it down and slightly change the characters but other than that the movie did everything lmaooo im sure the makers of dirty dancing could sue me atp BUT YEAH i wanted to make sunghoons character as insane and attractive as possible bc in the movie hes wheeeww like patrick swayze back in the day was.. yeah WATCH THE MOVIE and heeseung bahahhahaha yeah his character is horrible no redemption for him but jay's character in the movie is really terrible i tried to make him better in the fic 😭😭 cz i dont think hes an actually bad person like heeseung hes just an entitled rich kid lol and yes max is pretty bad too AND IKKK I WANT THIS SUMMER TOO COULD U IMAGINE anonnn ur too amzing thank u so much for this ask i love u more...💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

[hyunverse]

omfg i cannot imagine a life without fall. that is so tragic. the rory gilmore vibe is definitely there especially bc i live in nyc so you can really get the fall grasp yk ? YEA can we please talk about changbin in the samsung ad bc holy shit. he’s like. legit perfect. aren’t they all tho like isn’t that why we’re all here in the first place 🤭. i cant get enough of them

100% agree i can’t imagine having a s/o rn. tooooo much work and i’m just not mentally there yet yk 😭 the thought is a lot nicer than the reality of it

i can bet money that you would beat me and that i am far from a bowling prodigy 😔. i have no coordination whatsoever. i’m also extremely short with tiny hands and arms (me and felix are twins) so i’d look an absolute fool LMAO. and it is so cute we do the opposites at the same time but still can communicate like just little humans doing cute little human things on our little phones

cute minho pics 100% made my day better. his little pout i’m distraught <///3. this is my second day w an awful migraine idk what my deal is 💔. i hope your day was good tho and you get some good rest tonight love :)) i read some of your hyunjin stuff again before falling asleep last night and i swear i shed a tear. too much fluff for my sick heart hyunjin just makes me SOFT

- 🐈‍⬛

tragic innit 💔 i sound british ANYWAY. waa u live in nyc? that’s sickkkk. how’s life there like? i only ever see nyc people complain abt the rodents on the streets and random people tryna get u to listen to their mixtape 💀 i hope ure not. . . rodent infested? all jokes pls dont hate me </3 the seungmin kinnie in me popped out for a sec.

changbin’s biceps r so big it gives me the urge to sink my teef in them. go absolutely bonkers with it </3

during my last semester, my roommate had a boyfriend, and she would argue with her boyfriend pretty much everyday so it kind of made me not want one. because imagine finishing your assignments at 1am, and arguing with your boyfriend ‘til 4am? and then having to wake up at 6? i don’t think i can handle that. so many of my friends’ boyfriends ended up being a bit controlling too, not letting them go out and have fun with guy friends. (even with other girls around them!) i feel like at this age, i want the freedom to do anything i want, u get me? a boyfriend would definitely stop that.

it’s ok, i bowl funny too. i’m pretty sure the way i bowl the ball isn’t correct but we r all unique ‼️ who cares if im not swinging my arm right? LMAOO. i have long arms but my hands are tiny so i guess we’re matching at that too 😭 i love felix’s tiny hands. especially when they’re compared with hyune’s like. . . he got hyune looking like a whole gorilla 😟

u are my tiny silly little companion in my tiny silly little phone <3 i’m glad minho made u feel better, i hope your day is better today! i’m sorry to hear about your migraine, my love. have you taken painkillers? drink enough water and do take your meals on time or i will fly to nyc and do it for u. (this is a threat.) my day was so slow LMAO i did absolutely nothing! though i did receive exciting news — got a 4.0 gpa and into the dean’s list!! ‘m overjoyed!! spent the day laying as reward. (thats my excuse for being lazy) thank u for reading my fics hehe. comments like that make me wanna keep going :-) i wanna write a oneshot abt playing with his hair!!!

sending u warm hugs ^__^ with much love frm your rin <3

[sleepystarsiri]

Bad Sans Poly w/Error

I was given a prompt to ramble about and... Ended with a drabble instead of a small ramble...

A drabble of 2536 words... Written over the course of 11+ hours. Fun!!

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Error was unsure of the BSP, happy for them, but unsure why he was jealous. Yes, he was single, but... He was happy being alone. He didn't have to risk another relationship ending by being glitched out if he was single...

He lost his first love that way. So why... Why when he was with the others did he feel like he was going to cry when he saw their soft, gentle affections toward each other? It hurt... It made his chest ache and his sockets sting with tears.

He ignored it, pushing the emotions down whenever they surfaced. He could sense the confused, wary looks from Nightmare, but he ignored them. He started to distance himself, holing himself away in the Anti-Void. He barely had the energy to keep up his job, but he managed to.

Instead of visiting the castle to check in, like he usually did, he just laid around in his section of the Anti-Void, bundled up in blankets and watching UnderNovela. That was how Nightmare and the gang found him when they got worried enough to break the unspoken rule of staying out of Error's 'home'.

It was... A chaotic mess, not the normal neat area Error preferred.

Error was asleep in his beanbag chair, curled into a small ball, wrapped in his blanket. He looked terrible. His sockets had bags under them and his scarf was messy, frayed and stained with chocolate.

Concerned, Cross reached out to touch Error's cheek before the others could stop him. Instead of crashing, like they expected, he nuzzled into the hand, purring sleepily. Cross stroked the bags beneath Error's sockets and Error yawned and slowly opened his sockets. His eyelights were hazy and unfocused until he blinked...

Then he gave a glitched screech and jumped backward, tumbling over the back of his beanbag chair.

Cue a freakout and panicked apologies from Cross... Followed by a pause as they saw what was in the beanbag chair. Error had been cuddling up to hand-made dolls of the BSP. He glitched, sputtering, and made his strings yank the dolls up to the tangle of strings and dolls that made up the 'ceiling'.

He hissed at the poly, glitching and blushing vibrantly. He tugged his scarf up to hide his face, emotions all over the place. Embarrassment, panic, affection, love, sadness, pain, anxiety.

Nightmare’s confused, shocked expression morphed into one of realization at Error’s emotions. He stared at Error with a wide socket and Error caught his gaze, tensing up. Shame flooded Error’s emotions as he looked away, his glitches increasing in number.

“Error...” Nightmare said gently, his voice cutting through the air of the Anti-Void, and the glitch tensed up.

“I d-don’t want t-to taaa-talk about it, N-Nightmare.” Error growled lightly, his voice glitching more than it had before.

“Error, we’re going to talk about it. One way or another. You look horrible. When was the last time you washed your scarf? When was the last time you left the Anti-Void?” Nightmare growled back, stalking toward him as his tendrils flicked angrily. Error winced slightly at his approach, feeling the weight of his anger, his concern.

“Yyyy-Yes-Yesterdayyy.” He grumbled, curling up and tucking himself into his coat. “I’m fff-fine. D-dd-don’t need ttt-to talk about iiii-it.”

“Error.” Nightmare’s tone went gentle as he knelt in front of the glitch. “Please. We need to talk about this.”

The glitch just twitched, shaking his head. He growled faintly, twitching violently, before he exhaled a soft mist of shimmering blue, red, yellow, and green. It dissipated moments after he exhaled it.

“I ddd-don’t want to ttt-ta-talk about it.” He muttered irritably, curling up tighter. He pressed his face into his knees, trying to remain calm.

“Error, please.” Nightmare repeated gently, reaching out and holding a hand toward him. Error glitched out, then muttered mutinously, but gently placed his hand into Nightmare’s. He fizzled at the touch, then calmed. It always happened when he was awake, if he didn’t outright crash. Nightmare’s lack of a traditional Soul meant his touch wasn’t as overwhelming or as painful as everyone else’s. “Thank you.”

“Sss-still don’t want-ant to talk a-abou-out it.” His voice glitched out a bit before he sighed and closed his sockets. “...But… F-fine. I’ll ttt-talk.”

“Thank you.” Nightmare repeated, clearly relieved. “Come on, Error. Let’s get you into clean clothing, fed something other than chocolate, and into a comfortable place.”

He gently pulled Error up, the glitch swaying slightly on his feet before he steadied himself. He winced and reached up to rub his skull, sleeve sliding down and revealing scratches and burns up and down his arm. He didn’t really care, since he usually was covered in scratches and scrapes. Ink’s paints were a bitch to deal with…

Nightmare gently grabbed his arm, pushing his sleeve up and Error blinked, eyelights hazy, before they focused and he looked at the scrapes.

“Oooh-ohhh… Ink caaa-caught me. Fresh-ssshhhh had to come ggg-get me.” Error said, reaching up to rub his face tiredly. Nightmare narrowed his socket, doubtful of his explanation, but not wanting to call him out. “Don’t give mmm-me that look, Nnnn-Nightmare. I’m not an iiii-idiot. I know whaaaa-at they look like, wh-when paired with my sss-state. You can asss-ask Fresh if you dddd-d-don’t believe me.”

He rubbed his arm, glitching as he tried to heal it. It healed a bit, then glitched back to how it was. He grumbled slightly, squinting at his arm in annoyance.

“...Alright, I believe you.” Nightmare sighed before he gently healed Error’s arms. The other glitched a bit at the influx of magic, then settled. He was trying to ignore the concerned (and suspicious) stares of the others. Killer’s stare was the most suspicious, but he was slowly starting to realize what was wrong.

“Glitchy.” Killer called lightly, firmly, and Error slowly looked over, staring toward where Killer was. His glasses were nowhere to be seen, so he was hard-pressed to see anything, especially not that far away. He made a glitched sound of acknowledgement. “You’re depressed, aren’t you?”

“Whaaa-aat Sans isn’t?” He quipped back, rolling his eyelights, but nodded slowly, making Killer’s sockets widen a bit.

“Are you depressed because of us?” Killer clarified and Error shrugged a bit, the reaction noncommittal. Killer rubbed his face, sighing loudly. “Are you depressed because we’re so affectionate in front of you?”

Error shrugged again, closing his sockets. He swayed in place, trying to stay on his feet. Nightmare moved and scooped Error up bridal-style, making him glitch out and nearly crash. He clung to his scarf, curling his fingers hard into the fabric. It took him a few moments to calm down, blinking away the error signs that popped up in his sockets.

“It’s not because of us, per se.” Nightmare told Killer and the others, adjusting his grip on Error and opening a portal to the castle. They walked through, the portal closing after the last of them was through. “Error, don’t fall asleep now, you need to clean yourself up and change… And eat.”

Nightmare gently tapped Error’s cheek with a tendril, but he growled and lightly nipped it, earning a startled moan from Nightmare. It took a moment to process and Error crashed while Nightmare flushed. The others started laughing at the two, while Nightmare huffed and continued to walk. He put Error down on a bed before backing off. Moments later, Error rebooted and his face flushed brilliantly.

“Sss-so-sorry-” He stammered to Nightmare, tugging his scarf over his face. Nightmare blinked, then started laughing.

“You really do have it bad for us, don’t you?” Nightmare sighed and Error hissed at him, glitching out wildly, then forced himself to calm. “Oh, hush, don’t get so defensive.”

Error just growled at him, carefully rolling to his feet. He staggered a bit, then caught himself. He blinked a few times, then squeezed his sockets closed, shaking his head wildly to clear it.

“Uuu-ugh. Ffff-fuck-fucking Voices...” He rubbed his head, then glared at Nightmare, crossing his arms and trying to ignore his embarrassed flush. “And ss-sh-shut up. I don’t waa-want to cause aaaa-any ripples.”

“Ripples?” Cross piped up and Error nodded, motioning vaguely between the members of the poly. Cross blinked, then deadpanned. “Wow, you’re more oblivious than I was.”

Error narrowed his sockets at him, growling lightly, and Cross rolled his eyelights.

“You’re an idiot if you think we don’t want you to join, stars, glitchy, we’ve been dropping hints for AGES!” Killer complained, throwing himself onto the bed, pouting at Error, who glitched in surprise.

“W-what?” He sputtered, confused, and Dust snorted, amused at him.

“Go get a shower and we’ll talk after, while you eat.” Dust ordered, Horror staring sternly at Error and nodding sharply, firmly. Error knew that stare, it meant he was to obey… Or Horror would bodily force him to do so.

Error sighed and nodded, then slowly made his way toward the bathroom to get a shower. He paused to take his scarf off, stroking the fabric nervously. Dust moved over and gently took it, knowing how it felt to be attached to a scarf.

“Go shower, I’ll wash this myself.” Dust told Error, who nodded, then headed into the bathroom. He was a bit unsteady on his feet, but he managed. He closed the bathroom door, then stripped and carefully headed into the glass-walled shower. He closed it and turned the water on, huffing softly. The walls were made of frosted glass, so he was only a vague dark blur behind the glass.

He stepped carefully under the stream of water and began to wash his body, careful of all of the injuries littering it. He was more injured from Ink than he’d let on, and didn’t want to let on. He heard the bathroom door open and paused to glance over, not that he could see. But… It was just one of them getting the clothes Error had left piled in the middle of the bathroom.

Error focused back on cleaning himself before he cut the water off and opened the door to the shower. He leaned out, grabbing a towel and pulling it back into the shower. He dried himself off, then wrapped the towel around his hips, walking toward the door. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and stopped, turning to stare at the long, irritated red gash across his torso. It went from his right shoulder to his left hip. He sighed, reaching up to touch it.

“Fff-fucking squid. Stupid f-fucking-ing Soulless abomination...” He growled lightly, pressing his fingers against the gash, scratching harshly at it. That was a mistake and he clapped his hand over his mouth, rushing to the sink. He doubled forward, spitting and gagging into it. The noise made the others rush in.

They were met by the sight of Error coughing and spitting blood into the sink, a long gash across his torso trailing vivid red down black bones. He groaned, bracing himself on the counter as he slowly recovered, chest heaving from his coughing and gagging fit.

“F-fuckkk-king abomination… N-need to figure out w-where the hell his c-coding core i-is-sss...” He huffed to himself, then pressed a hand to the gash, focusing. His torso began to glitch, dark pixels began to slot themselves into the gash, sealing it and hiding it from view. He sighed in relief, then wiped the blood from his mouth and chin, spitting the last of it into the sink. He washed it out, then turned to leave, only to pause at the sight of the others.

Oh. Fuck.

“...Error. What the fuck was that?” Nightmare tried to ask it gently, but his voice was shocked and confused.

“...Eh-hhhh. Geno isn’t m-mmm-my bro. I was Gee-Geno. I’m ffff-from an alternate tttt-timel-line, a darker o-one.” He tried to explain, scratching at the back of his skull. He was trying to ignore the lack of clothing on his part. “Iii-it’s hard to expla-aaaain.”

“...Sooo- You’re wary of being with us because you’re still in love with Reaper?” Killer asked blankly and Error glitched and shook his head.

“Oh, n-nooo. No. I haven’t l-lov-loved Reaper since I beee-became Error. I los-ssst my memories from-mmm before for a looo-long time… So the o-only-yyyy emotion I feel for h-hiii-him is fond remembrance fo-ooor a past love.” Error clarified, shrugging and lowering his hand so it dangled by his side. He shuffled slowly toward the door. “I neeee-eed clothes...”

“Huh? Oh, right! S-sorry!” Cross sounded confused before the group shuffled out. Dust left a pile of clothes, topped by Error’s scarf, on the counter. Error closed the bathroom door and dropped the towel, pulling the clothes on. Ah, the usual ‘Sans’ outfit… He hated it. At least he had his scarf. He put his scarf on, tucking his face into it, before he shuffled out.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, twisting his scarf around, in his fingers.

“So… Why are you wary of being with us, Error? If not because of holding feelings for someone else?” Dust asked, leaning against the wall and playing with a knife he’d stolen from Killer.

“...’s because ya lost… Yer first love… When ya turned ta Error?” Horror asked slowly, tilting his head as he looked at Error. He looked startled at being read that easily, but he nodded.

“Yyyy-yeah...” He sighed, closing his sockets as he rubbed his face. “Thaaaa-at’s one reason.”

He flopped backward onto the bed, throwing an arm over his sockets.

“What are the other reasons?” Dust was now interested, moving over to sit on the bed near him. He leaned down to stare at him, looking curious.

“...Ttt-tou-touch.” Error moved, staring blankly up at Dust. “T-touch-ch hurts. Nightmare ddd-doesn’t-n’t have a traditional Soul-lll so it doesn’t h-hurt as much… Nor i-issss it as overwhelming...”

“Cross could touch ya earlier.” Horror pointed out and Error shrugged.

“Ddd-don’t know why… Uuuu-usually I crash from tou-uuuuch.” Error stated, then froze as he felt a hand on his. His sockets filled with error signs, but he blinked them away. “Ow.”

He turned his head to see who was holding his hand. It was Dust. He stared, shocked, then turned his hand to gently hold Dust’s. He marveled at it, a static-y purr starting up in his chest. He couldn’t help it… Even with the pain, he was touching someone aside from Nightmare!

Sure, it was a bit painful, but nothing he couldn’t handle, nothing that he didn’t deal with daily. The glitching hurt sometimes… But… Stars, he missed touching people…

Nightmare smiled, looking away as his tendrils swayed happily. The happiness Error felt was clear on the glitch’s face and in his aura. He suddenly snapped his tendrils out, catching Error and keeping him from pouncing on Dust.

“Error, don’t jump the gun, you’ll crash. Small touches are the only thing we know are okay, we don’t know how you’d react to hugging, let alone cuddling.” Nightmare chided gently and Error slumped in his hold.

“I mmm-miss being able to-oooo hold, hug, ccc-cud-cuddle, etc others…” Error sighed, looking down.

“Baby steps, Error, baby steps.” Nightmare reassured, gently stroking Error’s skull with one hand. Error sighed and nodded slowly.

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Albedo Headcanons

He makes ridiculous puns with a straight face and creates an awkward silence in the room

He will stare at people without blinking for an extended period of time

When he looks at people, most of the time he’s not really looking, more like he’s just staring into space

The most aloof person ever

Someone could recite an essay to him and if it didn’t catch his interest, he’d retain none of the information - he’d just stare

A very small number people leave impressions on him

When he hasn’t slept in days, he fidgets - biting his lip or occasionally chewing on his nail

If someone who is usually one way acts a different way, it’ll grab his attention like nothing else

For example; when they quiet and reserved Sucrose is expressive and passionate, it doesn’t matter the topic - he’s paying attention

He’s the only one who’s comfortable in a room with awkward silence

For some reason he doesn’t get cold

Like ever

He could live in Dragonspine and be fine with just his usual clothes

He rarely makes time for his friends - he doesn’t know who to consider a friend

He’s made Sucrose cry by complete accident

Multiple times

It’s one of the few times anyone has seen him panic

Klee will barge into his lab when he’s not busy and attack his hair with accessories

It doesn’t bother him

The first time Sucrose saw him with a hurricane of red accessories in his hair it startled her

He finds it funny when Sucrose gets startled by him

He doesn’t make noise when he walks

One time he came up behind Sucrose and started talking out of the blue and Eula bursted into the room ready to kill someone because of how loud Sucrose screamed

Sometimes when he talks he doesn’t realize he’s mumbling so people just stare at him like, “???”

Has a weird fascination with drawing Sucrose’s peculiar ears

Wanted to conduct research on them, but Sucrose was insistant on not doing so

When he’s denied something he’s interested in he looks like a kicked puppy

He will brew tea and get sidetracked for hours - and then just drink it cold

Sucrose has to check on him occasionally to make sure he’s not staying up for seven days straight or drinking old, cold tea

She’s had to wrestle him to bed

And had to wrestle unhealthy drinks from his grasp

One time he was actually startled by her - he was absorbed in painting and she gently poked his shoulder

He flinched and looked up at her like she grew another head because he didn’t even know she was in the lab

He’s a nightmare in the mornings whenever he does sleep

Has barged into the laboratory two hours late because he had a Eureka! moment while laying in bed and contemplating his life

Scared the living daylights out of Sucrose

Has actually managed to get the harmless sweetie to cuss

“Good morning, Sucrose.”

“WAA- FUCK!”

“...”

“O-oh, e-excuse me, M-mister Albedo. You quite s-startled me.”

It scared him almost as much as he scared her

Found it funny after

Once in a blue moon he’ll tease people

“Oh, I was unaware the soft spoken Sucrose could speak so vulgarly.”

“Mister Albedooo..”

Has a weird in-the-kitchen-at-three-am bond with Sucrose

One time they both met in the hallway, walking to the lab at four in the morning because they couldn’t sleep

Klee made a point to ask Albedo why him and Sucrose weren’t married

“Big brother, why aren’t you and Sucrose married?”

Insert Albedo malfunctioning and Sucrose choking on coffee

He had to explain the concept of work partners and assistants to her

Sucrose just about cried of embarrassment because she’s had a fat crush on him for the longest time

He is completely oblivious to this fact

One of the rare times when he teased her, he called her sweetie because of her nickname and she went bright red and hid behind her desk

Cue Albedo being very confused

He seriously thought she was sick

“Sucrose, are you feeling alright?”

She was about to cry I swear

Lisa joked to Albedo that Sucrose could have her own harem once

He looked her dead in the face and asked her what a harem is

He’s an intelligent person I swear, I just like to write him a very uneducated in people

Sucrose made a joke once and he stared at her for a good minute before laughing

It wasn’t even a laugh it was a chuckle

“Haha, I guess you could say my progress is blooming,”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

*Chuckle*

He’s scared this poor girl too many times

He’s also found that she is not entirely harmless

One time she lost her glasses and accidentally made an explosive

The panic he felt when he realized

He’s also seen her obliterate a whopperflower

Whenever anyone teases him about anything he just stares at them with a blank expression

Has made Kaeya feel awkward

One time nail polish caught his interest and he painted both his and Sucrose’s nails with a tiny paintbrush

Sucrose was just, “???”

The stupidest thing can catch his interest

He’s like a cat

Kind of

One time Sucrose barged into his room apologizing a storm because she messed up in the lab and he just stared at her because he was half asleep

And then just pulled his arms around her and patted her back

Sucrose had never been so startled

“I’m sorry I broke one of your breakers and I know it took you a while-“

*Hug*

He honestly just wanted her to stfu so he could go back to sleep

And then he fell asleep again

And when he woke up Sucrose was still standing

With baggy eyes and sore legs

He just stared at her like wtf because she could’ve left and he wouldn’t have cared

He legitimately put a couch in the lab for him and Sucrose to crash on when they passed out from sleep deprivation

The rest of the knights thought it was for guests

Nope

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For the headcanon ask (again!!! Sorry I just love hearing your thoughts you have such wonderful headcanons I cannot get enough) how about Apollo and Ema?

No need to be sorry! It makes me really happy that you like my headcanons! And I love sharing them, so honestly it’s a win-win.

Apollo and Ema! This is a fun combination!

(And yeah, you could probably guess by now that these include Klapollo. I’m WEAK okay!?!?)

Realistic Headcanon: They both share a love for sci-fi movies and tv shows. When they hang out one-on-one, it’s usually to watch one of these shows and point out all the scientific inconsistencies.

Honestly, ripping on movies in general is a pastime both of them enjoy. This extends to the Gavineers music, an album that they both love to hate (although they tone it down when Apollo learns that their criticism actually hurts Klavier. They may not be big fans of the music, but they do care about the artist.)

Unrealistic (but hilarious) Headcanon: Ema gives Apollo the Shovel Talk when he starts dating Klavier. She doesn’t act like it, but she does care deeply for Klavier, and she would honestly feel horrible for the man if he got his heart broken. And she likes Apollo, but she just has to be sure that he won’t hurt Klavier.

Apollo is too endeared to be mad, surprised by Ema’s sudden protectiveness of the German prosecutor. Unfortunately he is sweared to secrecy not to tell Klavier about the Talk, Ema too embarrassed to let Klavier know that she doesn’t actually hate him, but Apollo remembers. And whenever Ema is a little shit about him dating Klavier, he always has ammo to throw right back at her.

(Klavier ends up finding out about the Talk anyway, much to Ema’s horror. He’s insufferable for days.)

(More Headcanons Below!)

Heart-Crushing and Awful Headcanon: Due to her forensic capabilities and the soft spot both the Chief Prosecutor and Nahyuta have for her, she’s constantly flitting back and forth between Japanifornia and Khura’in. She becomes an unwilling messenger between the WAA (plus a few others) and Apollo, bringing letters, occasionally packages, and even simple words wishing the other well.

It’s a more emotional job than she would have thought. She watches helplessly as Trucy finally breaks at the knowledge that Apollo really wasn’t going back, as Athena smiles sadly and gives her a care-package to deliver to her former coworker, as Mr. Wright reads a letter from Apollo with a mixture of pride and anguish. She sits with a heartbroken Klavier late at night, a few drinks towards tipsy, as Klavier coats Apollo’s most recent letter in tears.

She watches as Apollo, one of the strongest and most stubborn people she knows, crumples like a tower as he opens the first care package from the Agency, bawling loudly as he clutches a hand-knit sweater in his hands and tries not to get snot and tears over the other knickknacks and letters still sitting in the box. She watches him break into tears anew when he reads Klavier’s letter, an emotional piece that curls to the back of the page.

She can feel the homesickness like it’s a palpable thing. All she can do is offer a shoulder to cry on and hope that it’s enough.

Unrealistic Headcanon that will probably never happen: They’re both on the spectrum, with Apollo hyperfixating on law and Ema hyperfixating on forensic science! It’s something they both bond over, because while their other friends are far from ableist, they don’t understand like they do. (Although I would say that Trucy and Athena are exceptions, being on the spectrum as well, but since the focus of this ask is on Apollo and Ema I’ll save that for another time.)

Aside from their usual banter, they would often dissolve into excited rambling whenever they were left alone, info-dumping about their interests without the fear of being annoying or too much. It’s honestly really adorable, but point that out and you’d be dealing with two angry, indignant people who are ready to throw hands.

Thank you so much for all the asks! I promise that I don’t mind, so there’s no need to apologize!

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