#because that's what makes letting go of him so hard. He has to accept he will never be able to save his loved one

[willyoubemycherryy]

Minor Pains (Bo Chow x r)

Summary: Just a lil something to take the edge off…

Contains: Flirting, petnames, kinda smut, kissing, Bo has a dirty mouth and it’s canon, he’s also the head chief leading professor in eatemdownnomics, cursing, established relationships, they close shop early for this, refers to himself ONCE as daddy deal with it, he’s fine as hell good lord

A/N: He’s my man😐.

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Well, you’re miserable.

Standing behind the counter, you watch the few customers get their last minute shopping in since y’all closed in less than an hour. It honestly hadn’t been your day. The weather was shit, your bra was too tight on top of being annoyed and your lower body was screaming at you to go sit your ass down.

Irritation radiated off you in waves and the people who came by to buy could tell; avoiding even looking at you. Instead, they’d go find Bo and give their payment directly to him rather than face your glare and painfully sharp tongue.

You don’t blame them.

So, you pout, watch and stalk behind the counter- sighing heavily. You lean on your elbows as you search the area for your husband except you can’t see him anywhere. Heaving out another incredibly inconvenienced sounding sigh, you get ready to go find him when big, warm familiar hands wind around your waist- settling on your lower stomach as Bo buries his face into the crook of your neck, body flush against yours when he inhales.

Goosebumps break across your skin as you shiver and you instinctively tilt your head to accept his affections. For a second, you forget how irritated you’ve been.

“What’s wrong, baby? Y’been lookin’ like that all day”. He mumbles into your ear, voice thick with concern and his southern drawl, his words have that honeyed effect and you feel somewhat softer.

“My ass hurts.” You answer back sweetly but the barely hidden ire along with the unexpectedness of your answer makes laughter bubble from his chest. You were always pissy when something annoyed you but he never minded it and truth be told, he was too sweet on you to care. But still, you were unhappy and as your man it was his job to rectify that.

Your face feels warmer when Bo leans down, placing a heavy kiss against your cheek, trailing them down your jawline to your throat. Unlike the kiss to your cheek, the ones being burned into your skin have you getting hotter all over. Bo’s kisses grow wetter with every kiss he sucks into your skin and it feels so feverish it’s like he’s on fire and you’re so close that you catch fire too. He trails his lips back to your ear real slow and your heart pounds in time with your clenching thighs.

“Want me to kiss it better?”

You scrunch your eyes shut at the slot of heat that bolts through you. He doesn’t let up, moving his hands up until they’re just below your breasts before moving them back down again. There’s nobody around and you’re truly grateful for that because when he presses himself against you hard enough for you to feel exactly what a couple minutes of loving on you does to him, you gasp.

It’s so desperate, so needy- that the sound goes straight to his head instantly and before he or you thinks to much about it, he goes to turn the sign from opened to closed then back around the counter to you, hands hot and heavy with promise and intent.

His lips kiss, lick, and suck everywhere on your throat they can reach and it’s so good that you can’t even feel embarrassed at how quick you’re ready for him, panties damp with your slick. Bo grips your hips real tight and starts to lift you up on the counter when you rush out,

“W-wait…the counters too hard for me to sit on right now..”, Bo stills for a bit, thinking then hums,

“ ‘S alright baby..”, a slow grin tilts the corner of his mouth as he drops to his knees instead, flipping your dress up. He hasn’t even done anything but you’re already breathing heavy, lip stuck between your teeth. You feel your panties being slid down your legs and the coolness has you suddenly aware of how wet you really are when Bo coos lowly at the mess you’ve made.

“Daddy’ll just kiss it better from here.”

You don’t know it yet, but you’re in for a long night.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

A Rainy Walk

SUMMARY: He invites you to go with him on one of his club's outings, but the weather is revealed, belatedly, tto be inappropriate and perhaps even dangerous for what should be a pleasant moment together.

CHARACTERS: Mountain Lover Club (Jade Leech) / Gargoyle Studies Club (Malleus Draconia)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Flirting; Kiss

WORD COUNT: An average of 2.370 words per character.

COMMENTS: In Jade's part, as a person who doesn't like hiking, I wanted to create a way for both those who like it and those who don't to be able to insert themselves. So I made the reader twist an ankle.

I hope you enjoy it. 🌧️⛈️

OTHER CLUBS:

But… We Lost… - Basketball Club (Ace / Floyd / Jamil)

Romantic Experiment - Science Club (Trey / Rook)

For a Quarter of a Second - Track and Field Club (Deuce / Jack)

Unlucky Overtime - Spelldrive Club (Leona / Ruggie / Epel)

P.S.: I don't know what's going on with me to make me start writing so much.

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You had gone to the Mostro Lounge, as you do from time to time with Grim, Ace and Deuce for a snack. When Jade comes to your table to take your orders, he informs you that he has prepared a new dessert and would love for you all to try it and tell him what you think.

“Myaah yeah, I'll take any-” Grim starts to say excitedly, until he remembers who he's talking to. “Wait... what do you want?”

“Me? I would just like to know if this new dessert I made has a pleasant taste. And who better than some of our best customers to tell me?” He smiles and proceeds to describe something you would absolutely love to eat.

“Funny, that really sounds like (Y/N)'s favorite desserts. ” Deuce says.

“Truly? What a coincidence.”

“Which I'm sure it isn't.” Ace adds. “Come on Jade, tell us what you really want in return. We might even consider it.”

“Very well.” he smiled amusedly. “It would cost you 17 thaumark each.” Everyone is shocked by that price for a small dessert. “However, I have another proposal.” you see his sharp teeth through the smile for a second. “I believe you know that I am a member of the Mountain Lover Club. This weekend, I'm planning on waking up before dawn to head to the mountains so I can see a flower that only blooms in the early hours of the day.” He looks at you. “And they are such charming flowers that I would love to share this experience with... someone. Perhaps (Y/N)?” If you accept, I can give you all a discount and the dessert will only be 8 thaumark.”

“Did you really need to do all this ruse?” Grim asks annoyed. “Why don't you just ask (Y/N) out?”

“Because that wouldn't be as thrilling, would it? Fu fu.”

“My wallet doesn't need any thrilling, thank you very much.” Ace comments. “And 8 still seems a little pricey for this type of dessert.” he tries to haggle.

“Five each if you let (Y/N) come alone with me.”

They looked at each other as if they were between a rock and a hard place.

“Deal!” You say. After all, you also have a crush on Jade.

Jade laughs seeing your friends' worried faces.

“There's nothing to worry about, gentlemen. I will make sure (Y/N) gets home safe and on time. We can even bring you souvenirs if you’d like. I would be happy to share the wonders of the mountains with all of you as well.”

~

He could have promised to keep you safe and sound on the mountain, but unfortunately, he couldn't do anything, nor was he prepared for something to happen to you before the hike. In one of your Physical Education classes you ended up twisting your ankle and it wouldn't heal in time for the day of the hike. You were in the infirmary when Jade came to check on you.

“(Y/N), I heard about your accident in Professor Vargas' class.” Jade tells you with pity, or at least it seems like it. It's hard to know when it's genuine concern. “But may I confirm with you that it was indeed just an accident?”

You confirm that it was just your foot that slipped, a little confused by that question.

“Very well. Don't worry, I believe in you. But you know that if there is a classmate who is less... pleasant with you, you can tell me.” He says with a sweet smile before forming his toothy little grin. “I can have a reasonable little conversation with them.”

You assure him that it wasn't any other student's fault that made you end up like this. At worst, it was Grim's mischief to blame. Jade chuckles.

“But it was quite unfortunate that it happened right before our hike in the mountain. However, I thought of a way for you to be able to accompany me, if you still wish to do so.”

~

On the day of the hike, or rather, that night before dawn, Jade appeared at Ramshackle Dorm door and sent you a message asking if you were ready. He asked for permission to enter the dormitory and go to your room and when he arrived he had with him a flying broom with a special cushioned seat for you. Since it's still going to be a bit of a long walk, he thought that maybe the broom like you normally use in class might be a bit uncomfortable. You could accompany him on the hike sitting on the broom and that way you wouldn't have to walk and strain your feet.

“Would you like me to help you get on the broom?” He asks politely.

If you accept his help, he will gently hold you by the waist and place you in the seat.

“The weather forecasts have been a bit... surprising.” Jade says with an enigmatic smile. “The predictions have proven to be quite inaccurate recently. There is a chance of some rain so I advise you to take an umbrella. But you should also put on sunscreen and wear a hat. Hats are essential when sketching outdoors. I got horribly sunburned once when I grew too absorbed in my work.”

Jade was dressed for the occasion from head to toe. He even wore a long coat full of pockets and was carrying a camping backpack. But in your case, he didn't ask you to take much more than necessary.

As you were walking at night, Jade took a lantern with him and placed another one on the end of your broom. He was using his magic to lead the broom like someone leading a horse by the reins. He took you through the Dark Mirror to the Dwarfs' Mountain. It was a full moon night and it was beautiful. It shouldn't be long before the moon disappeared and gave way to dawn and at that height it was beautiful to see.

“They advise anyone who hike at night to do so on a full moon night, as this is the phase in which the moon provides the best natural lighting. However, if I'm correct it shouldn't be long until dawn. Maybe 30 to 45 minutes. The flower location is also not far from here, we will get there in time even if we take it slow and appreciate what surrounds us. Feel free to ask me anything if you see something that catches your interest.” He smiles and begins the hike.

If you do as he suggests and ask him about something you see or simply what his hikes are usually like, he'll be very happy to tell you anything you want to know. And if you ask him about some type of mushroom, he'll be even happier.

“I appreciate your willingness to listen to me talk about the mountains. I started to tell Floyd my thoughts about hiking in the mountains, and he nodded off not even a minute in.” Jade was telling you, “What a shame we cannot enjoy this hobby together.” when he felt something in his nose. “Hm?”

You also feel something on your nose, then on your forehead, on your cheek...

“Looks like this is your cue to open your umbrella.” He tells you. “So that is why it seemed like it was taking so long for dawn to come, the clouds are covering the sun. Fortunately... we arrived.”

You open your umbrella, it's not raining much yet. You see a small field between the trees and full of closed flowers. When you look at Jade, you see that something seems to be bothering him and you ask what he was thinking.

“Oh, you noticed.” he smiles, as if he had been caught. “I was thinking about these flowers. It says they bloom in the early hours of the day, but I don't remember if they would do so regardless of whether they received direct sunlight or not. It would be a shame not to be able to achieve our main objective.”

And then the sky gets darker and the rain starts to get heavier.

“Oh no, it doesn't look like it's going to be a light rain. You should take shelter. The mine is nearby, let's go there.”

“I should take shelter? What about you?”

“Well, it's not like water bothers me, remember? Fu fu~” He laughs amusedly.

Jade takes you by the broom to the inside of the mine, not far from the entrance, just enough to take shelter and still see the outside. As soon as you sat down on the ground the rain seemed to turn into a storm.

“Oh dear! I've never seen the weather forecast fail so badly.” he says with that toothy smile, probably enjoying the surprise a little too much. But then he looks at you. “I'm so sorry I brought you out into the middle of a storm this early in the morning. I really wanted to see those flowers with you. It seems I was reckless and let myself be carried away by impulse.”

He sees you shaking a little.

“Oh! I hadn't even realized how much the temperature had dropped. Here.” He takes off his long coat and offers it to you to put on. “I appreciate your concern, but there's no need to worry about me. I have excellent resistance to cold, remember? Speaking of your well-being, how is your ankle?”

You weren't wearing the shoe on your injured foot, but a thick sock over the bandages. That cold was good for your ankle, but terrible for the rest of your foot, especially your toes.

“Yes, as I imagined. Let me take care of you until we are able to go back to school. It's the least I can do after putting you through all this while you're still recovering.”

He looked at you with concern, but you've seen that "concerned" expression a few times before.

“You're looking at me so suspiciously. That is quite hurtful. You should know how careful I am, especially in a situation like this.”

But he still had that smile that, whoever knows him, knows there is something behind it. And so you ask him if you're going to be indebted to him after that. If there's one thing you learned from Octavinelle, it's not to accept any favor from them without knowing the terms and conditions of it.

“Fu fu fu...” his charismatic smile becomes his true smile, the one with his teeth showing. “I'm glad to see that you learned such a valuable lesson from us, (Y/N). But there is another one that we may need to teach you better. And that is the ability to realize when you have the advantage. Remember how you agreed to accompany me in exchange for a discount on the desserts? We were even then. In the case of the broom I provided, in exchange, you would offer me your company even though you were injured. In that case, I might be at a disadvantage. Since I was risking your injury getting worse by bringing you away from the protection of your home. And now, that risk has become real. Which means I'm the one who owes you this time. Which means I am the one who is in debt to you at the moment. Due to my poor decision of a date with a suitable weather for the hike. Any treatment I provide you will only and slimply make me pay my debt. Do you feel safer accepting my offer under these conditions?”

Everything he said made sense. And while the Octavinelle trio have a tendency to create shady agreements and contracts, they don't necessarily lie. They can do it by omission, but this is not the case, so you accept.

You are sitting on the mine floor with the same pillow that supported you on the broom. Jade sits in front of you and asks you to stretch your legs so he can put them over his. He takes off the sock that covered your foot and uses magic to warm your foot with the exception of the ankle that needs the cold. And while this heating magic is taking effect he massages your ankle and feet, in a way that is appropriate and specific for a sprained ankle. He was really good at it.

“There's another thing we've been even from the beginning.” he says with a smirk and without looking at you yet. “Grim was right, I wanted to go out with you. But...” He looks at you out of the corner of his eye, barely moving his head. “You wanted to go out with me as well... didn't you, (Y/N)?”

He sees you smiling, perhaps shyly, and takes it as a green light. He takes your feet from his lap and places them gently on the ground, then stretches out towards you, supporting himself on his hands, like a cat slowly approaching.

“I really feel horrible for putting you in this situation.” But he doesn't say this with regret, but rather in a purposefully seductive way. “I wonder what I can do to redeem myself? Especially if it lasts as long as it looks like it will. Making you wait here uncomfortably for so long will create a huge debt for me towards you.” He brings his face even closer to yours, with a smile as inviting as his heterochromatic eyes. “Tell me... what can I do to ease this situation?”

He won't kiss you. He'll wait patiently for you to do it first. Or better yet... for you to order him to kiss you.

“As you wish~” He says and kisses you passionately.

Rainy weather tends to get a person down, and that's what was happening to you too. Even though you may enjoy listening to the rain outside, it's never good when you have to go back to your dorm. Especially with Grim complaining.

Grim managed to get to Ramshackle Dorm dry because he made you to carry him. You, on the other hand, had your legs and feet stuck in water. It was when you were going up the stairs to change your clothes in your room that you saw some little and familiar green lights around you.

You turn around and go to the door. When you open it you see Malleus with a large umbrella and dressed in black waterproof clothes and a raincoat.

“Good afternoon, Child of Man.” Malleus greets you with a polite smile. “I couldn't help but notice you less cheerful and smiling than usual these past few days. I think it even coincided with the arrival of the rainy weather. Would the two be connected?”

You tell him yes. Maybe you don't like rain at all, or maybe you only like rain when you can sit inside and enjoy the sound. Either way, you don't like being out in the rain and risking catching a cold.

“Oh yes, that is true... a simple rain can make a human sick. But I believe that having wet clothes such as yours can also contribute to a possible sickness, am I correct?” he asks and you confirm. “Allow me to help you dry faster.”

“You're not going to use fire magic on me, are you?” you ask slightly worried.

“Yes, I was about to. Why so worried about it?”

“Because you can burn me with it.”

“Burn? Oh, no, I wasn't going to use direct fire. I know that fire hurts other living beings. I was going to use a variation of fire magic that just changes the temperature around certain objects. I have used it several times to dry my own clothes. You seem more relieved. Will you allow me to use it then?”

You accept and he uses his magic to dry your pants, shoes and socks in a second.

“You know, I personally quite appreciate this weather. It's perfect for the Gargoyle Studies Club because we can watch them perform their main function. Or at least I can see them. I would love to share this sight with you. Perhaps it could help you feel a little better on days like these. What do you say? Do you accept my invitation?” He smiles excitedly, which is also cute.

You say you'd love to, but you don't have rain gear like his.

“There is no need for this to be a deterrent. I'll be more than happy to provide you with suitable clothing.” He uses his magic again and changes your uniform into the same set of rain gear he was wearing. Seeing you in those clothes makes him smile even more. “They seem to suit you well.”

“But how do I go with you?” You ask. “Don't you usually fly up to the gargoyles?”

“I do. I was thinking, if you're comfortable with it, that I could carry you in my arms. Like I saw you doing with Grim just now when you were coming back home. This umbrella is big enough for two people. But if you prefer, I can also give you another umbrella and we can ask Coach Vargas for one of the flying brooms.”

You admit that you don't mind about the first option and maybe even use the excuse that you don't have magic and Grim clearly doesn't want to go with you, so you wouldn't be able to use the broom by yourself.

“In that case, if you're ready, we can go back to the main building to admire the gargoyles.” He smiles and bends his arm, inviting you to intertwine yours with his.

You do so, he places the umbrella between the two of you and you walk back to the school building. He was talking about his club and gargoyles in general until you got close to a wall with no doors or windows nearby.

“One of my favorite gargoyles sits right above us.” Malleus tells you. “Do you see that trickle of water? It's coming from that same gargoyle. Are you ready for me to take you up there and show you?” He extends a hand to you.

You place your hand over his and he gently pulls you towards him. He then lets go of your hand to bend down slightly, put his arm around you and picks you up. Your reflex is to put your arms around his neck to hold on, which brings your faces closer together. He looks directly at you and chuckles seeing your embarrassed/shy face.

“Hold on tight. And do not worry about hurting me, you wouldn't be able to even if you tried. Fu fu.”

As soon as he rises into the air you grab him tightly, which makes him chuckle because he was barely half a meter off the ground yet. Then he rises even higher, but slower than he would on his own. He doesn't want to scare you.

When you get close to the gargoyle, he sits the two of you next to it, you between him and the gargoyle so you can see it better. And he will never let go of your waist to hold you. If you are afraid of heights, or if you just feel a little scared at that moment and hold on to him, he will chuckle and hold you even tighter, but never too tight so as not to hurt you.

“Worry not, (Y/N). I won't let go of you. You can enjoy the gargoyle as much as you wish. I'll be holding you the entire time.”

As you admire the gargoyle doing its work and see the rainwater coming out of its mouth, Malleus admires you.

“Do you wish to know why this is one of my favorite gargoyles on the school building?” He asks and of course you say yes. “In terms of appearance, there's nothing very different about this one from all the others. In fact, there is nothing worth calling special about this gargoyle carving technique. What delights me the most about this gargoyle is not what any of us can see, but what it can see every day.”

You look ahead, trying to figure out where the gargoyle was looking, but the school grounds were so big and the sea so vast that you couldn't be sure. Malleus chuckles, as if you weren't seeing something obvious.

“You are looking too far away. See which building is closest.”

You look closer, at the least impressive building on campus.

“Ramshackle Dorm?” You ask.

“Correct. This gargoyle must have seen the whole story of your dormitory. When it was built, who might have been there before you, how it became an abandoned building and the answers to any question we might wish to know about its mysterious past.”

You look at that gargoyle again with new eyes. All your questions could be answered. If it could talk, it would certainly be a very interesting conversation.

“This gargoyle also witnessed all my visits to the ruins.” Malleus continues. “I wonder what it thought of me, coming in just to admire the decay of that dormitory. But more than that, I wonder what it thought of you. Arriving with a mischievous little monster, a being without magic and completely unaware of the history of this world. And yet, able to breathe new life into rubble and call it home. It also witnessed our meeting. Could it have found it as amusing as I did? Fu fu~”

You look at your dorm, thinking now of everything that gargoyle could have seen.

“And now, it is watching over you.” He looks at you with a sweet smile. “I've told this gargoyle a lot about you, and now it's finally meeting you.”

If you look at the gargoyle again and even greet it, Malleus will laugh in amusement.

“I am certain it was as delighted to meet you as I was that night.”

You look at him and see him looking at you with great affection.

“Speaking of which, I'm curious.” Malleus continues. “Did you also enjoy meeting me that night? You were not frightened, at least.”

You tell him how you felt that night. Surprised, especially seeing such a tall guy with horns, but also intrigued to know who he was. You also found him extremely polite by the way he spoke.

“But I remember finding you very handsome right away.” You admit it.

Malleus is taken aback for a second, but then he laughs.

“Well, I am quite grateful for your honesty. Fu fu. Therefore, I should also admit that I found you... intrepidly charming.”

“Is that a good thing?” You ask.

“For some it may not be, but for me, and the inherently way you show it, it is something wonderful. I could even describe it as cute, especially when you are oblivious to social statutes.” He smiles honestly. And after a moment of reflection, his gaze becomes tender. “I am very fortunate to have you in my life, (Y/N).”

You show him your surprise, that sudden line was very unexpected.

“These moments with you always become some of my fondest memories. I hope to be as pleasant a companion to you as you are to me.”

You feel his arm around you instinctively pulling you closer to him. It's being a cute moment until there's a flash. You both look up and a few seconds later you hear the deafening rumble of thunder. It was so loud that it felt like it was very close to you and made you flinch as a reflex. Which also caused Malleus to let go of the umbrella and let it float above you to be able to hug you with both arms.

“I need to get you out of here. We're too high.”

He picks you up with both arms without hesitation while the umbrella floats above the two of you. And then another bolt of lightning! But this time it hit the tower right next to you, which scared you and made you cling to Malleus.

“A quick trip it shall be.” He holds your head, making you rest it on his shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, you no longer feel the rain and the scene changes abruptly.

You are now at the door of Ramshackle Dorm. He has teleported the two of you there. He leans in for you to put your feet back on the ground.

“I'm sorry our study trip has been so short.” He says with pity. “There were other gargoyles I would have liked to show you. But if you enjoyed our time today, I can show them to you on another outing sometime.” He smiles at you.

Right after you say you'd love it, you hear another clap of thunder. And so, you decide to invite Malleus to stay in Ramshackle with you for a while until the storm calms down.

“You are... Well, I would love to accept your invitation, but you do know that storms are not dangerous to me, correct?”

“I know.” you simply say, without withdrawing your invitation.

Malleus starts by laughing softly, until he lets out a good-natured laugh.

“You certainly are a very strange child of man.”

Malleus is too much of a gentleman to advance much further than with charming words. So, that will have to be your job.

“I am very fortunate to have you in my life too, Tsunotarou.” You tell him.

Malleus looks at you in surprise for a second until an adorable smile forms on his lips.

“You are one of the few who would say that.” He smirks. “And certainly the only human outside of Briar Valley who would say something like that at all.”

Come to think of it, with perhaps the exception of Lilia, the Diasomnia boys tend to be a bit oblivious to subtext. So you decide to take a risk and be direct.

“Tsunotarou... Malleus... do you like me?”

“Of course I like you. I thought I was expressing myself quite well in that regard.” He says a little confused.

“I mean... could you...” He probably doesn't know what the word ‘crush’ means, or he may take it literally. “...be in love with me? Or something like that?”

He is taken aback, and looks at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“Me? The successor to the throne of Briar Valley and one of the most powerful mages in Twisted Wonderland? In love with... a powerless human from another world?” He seems to think about it for a moment until a smile forms again. “Fu fu... ha ha... HA HA HA HA HA!”

That laugh hurts your heart a little, until he continues speaking.

“I had never thought of that.” He says, looking to the side as he thinks. “But... if what I feel for you truly is what they call love... then now I understand why it is such a longed-for feeling. And if it is true then... ha ha HA HA... Oh, the obstacles we would have to face to be together. It does indeed sound exciting... Perhaps...” He looks you in the eyes. “Perhaps you are correct in interpreting my actions as such. However, I still cannot be sure it is love. But perhaps I can answer your question by admitting that, in fact, I nourish a much more intimate feeling towards you than friendship. This would explain why your company comforts and makes me happier than any other.”

He sees you smile as you listen to what he was saying.

“May I interpret that beautiful smile of yours as a possible mutual feeling on your part?”

You confirm and he leans in to take your hand and bring it to his lips to kiss the back of it. If you dare to take advantage of the fact that his face is at the same level as yours and you kiss his cheek, he will look at you in surprise before chuckling.

“Such audacity.” He says with a smug smile and still leaning over, his face close to yours. “Are you certain you wiah to find out how passionate I can be?”

He interprets your smile as confirmation and he kisses your lips delicately. Despite everything, he knows he can hurt you if he lets himself get too carried away. He's going to have to test some... limits.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[hufflezki]

summary: remus thinks you're way out of his league. but, to his own surprise, you're here to prove him wrong.

-> remus lupin x gn!reader, just remus yearning & pining, swearing (because, cmon, its remus), inspired by role model's song (with the same name), word count: 1,503

Remus first met you during one of his Herbology classes. Where you helped him with his trouble with the Venomous Tentacula plants. The teethy little bastards annoyed him to no extent—his words—but you had come to his aid and stunned them every time they tried to bite him. He really wanted to make it up to you then, but you insisted. And you never really crossed paths again.

Until James barged into their common room, with you following behind him. Remus noticed you immediately and his breath caught. Turns out James knew you, he had for a while. Ever since he was paired with you for a Charms homework. And you have apparently taught him how to make a flower crown. Which was why James traveled from the courtyard to his common room, just to show his friends the ones you both made.

Remus didn't exactly know how they got you to start hanging out with them. One day you just sat next to them during lunch, and now they’re adding you to every weekend plans that they have. Remus’ friends accepted your addition to the group as if it was just any other day. But for him, it felt quite a lot.

Not to sound like he doesn't like you, it's actually quite the opposite.

Remus could go on with a list about why you're the sweetest person he has ever met. But that’d be never ending, which is probably why he’s in his bed right now, moping to himself about why you just have to be so out of his league. And this was purely coming from after he saw you interacting with Amos Diggory. Even though he probably just asked you a question. Remus shivers at the thought, embarrassed by his own jealousy. He was barely even eating the chocolate you’d given him this morning, having lost the appetite.

Merlin, how did you get him to act like this? He wasn't even supposed to be this miserable so early in the month. And yet here he was curled up in his bed, hiding himself under his blanket, as he let his guilt eat him up. You did look comfortable talking to Amos, though. He wonders if you ever looked at him that way too. If you feel comfortable talking to him at all.

A whine emits from the back of his throat, as he buries his face on his pillows. He was fucked, definitely fucked. You’re too good for him, you deserve someone better. But then he didn't like the image of seeing you with somebody else. So what the fuck is wrong with him?

“Remus? Hey, Moons.” He hears James’ voice as he comes in, closing the door behind him. The curly haired boy comes into Remus’ view with a wide smile, which falters when he sees his friend looking like.. shit. “Woah, what’s gotten into you?” James sits down next to him, eyebrows furrowed, worried. Remus sighs, his mood completely shifted now that James is here. After all, it's hard to wallow in your self-pity when you’ve got company.

“Nothing, I just woke up. What’d you need?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, James, I am quite certain.” Remus presses on, and James lifts his hands up in mock surrender. So, he starts talking about how he’s playing a board game with Sirius and Peter downstairs, and asks Remus if he wants to join. Which he originally said no to, but then James mentioned you’re also downstairs. So, now Remus is making his way down to the common room, following James’ steps.

Did he just spend the last couple of minutes crying about you? Yes.

Was he about to miss an opportunity to be with you? No.

Is he pathetic and a coward? Yes. Abso-fucking-lutely.

And turns out, the only way out of his miserable, depressing, and guilty state is you. You and the sweater you're wearing, that looks oddly similar to his. “Hi, Remus.” You smile once you see him—and it's so bright you might as well put the sun into shame—and he sits down next to you on the sofa.

You must’ve sensed that something's up with him, as you immediately rest your head on his shoulder. And he welcomes it, completely melting once you’re in near proximity. You don’t talk, you don't ask him any questions, you just sit there and offer him your comfort—silently. And maybe that’s just what Remus needs. A moment where he could turn his mind off, and don't let his thoughts consume him.

In a span of an hour, you managed to convince Remus to walk outside. And maybe it's just him trying to distract himself, but he’s pretty sure you might have Legilimency. Because why else would you take him to the Black Lake to see the sunset? If you didn’t know, he felt absolutely horrible? But, on a more serious note, you’ve always been spontaneous. And he likes that about you. Especially, when you pay attention to him so much that you know when things start to feel off.

Things like this, it makes him think if he really does have a chance with you or not.

“This is yours, by the way.” You admit, pulling on his sweater that you’re wearing while looking up at him, expectantly. And his eyes widened. “How?” He seems much more amused than you expected. “I was cold earlier, and this was the first thing Sirius gave me.” Remus raises his brow at the mention of Sirius’ name. “I asked him where he got it, and he said you let him borrow it.” Then you let out a laugh, finding it ridiculous. “Which I was suspicious about, but I didn’t ask him again.”

Fuck, Remus knew exactly why Sirius gave his sweater specifically to you.

“Looks like I have to talk to him about stealing my things.” You smile, glancing up at him and then down on the ground. He watches you kick a few pebbles to the lake, as a comfortable silence falls into you both. Then you say his name, and he hums, meeting your gaze once again.

“If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” It's sudden, and he doesn't exactly know where it came from, but Remus appreciates your sentiment. More than so, when he finds your hand inching closer to his. And he’s never been brave enough to initiate the first move, yet here is, intertwining his hand with yours.

“Is this alright?” Remus whispers, voice coated with uncertainty. He’s already bracing himself to pull away, expecting the worst. But you tighten your hold, pulling him closer to you. “More than alright.” You assure him, lifting the weight off his shoulders. And he thinks this is the most convinced he’s been that he might have a chance with you. Because, all this time—as pathetic as it sounded—he would only wish for something to happen.

So, what if he did sneak into the Divination classroom, and tried to look into a crystal ball to see if there’s a future with the both of you together? He was desperate! Okay? He wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for the nagging voice inside his mind.

But it seems that he no longer has to come up with such desperate measures. As the universe presents with something more interesting. “Can I tell you something, Remus?” You ask, and he nods his head in response.

“I’ve liked you for so long. And this isn't exactly how I imagined I’d tell you–”

“You like me?”

He didn't really mean to interrupt you, but his mind may have short circuited the moment he heard the words ‘I like you’ . You look at him, baffled as to why he’s acting like this is a new discovery. Which it is, for him.

“Wait. You didn't know?” He shakes his head, and you cover your mouth in surprise. “How come? I thought I’d made it so obvious?” You really did think so. I mean, you’re wearing his sweater for Merlin’s sake! But, typical Remus, he’d rather assume the worst than ever think you had the same intentions as him.

“There might’ve been, uhm, some slight issues with the transmission, perhaps?”

“You mean you really didn't have a clue?” He nods his head, and you can't help the sudden laugh that comes out of you. “Did you tell James or Sirius?” Remus asks, and you nod your head. “I told both of them.” He gawks at you, before looking away to run a hand through his hair, currently in distress.

“Is that bad? That I only found out about it now?” You shake your head, things were already going the different direction, anyway.

“No, not at all.”

Maybe this isn't how the both of you expected for things to go. Remus thought you’d never like him back, but here he is pulling you closer after you just told him otherwise. And he felt the strong urge to really make it up to you this time.

marauders era masterlist ꩜ .ᐟ

[mamawasatesttube]

Between Tim and Kon who makes the first move?

honestly for me it varies! i slightly tend towards it being tim, but not always. but in a very specific way, i.e. it's a very gradual melt right on into a relationship, and tim is the one who goes hey. wait a minute. this feels like A Relationship.

at first, saying it'd be tim is probably surprising, since tim has a history of NOT making the first move across his comics - we don't actually see how he and ari get together, but steph chases after him and repeatedly states her interest in him before they ever get together; tim is the one who asks zoanne out, but only after she kisses him and then runs away. then tam once again is the one to ask him if he's interested in her (and, i mean, if you count lynx ii, she's always the one initiating things getting physical and making out with him, but they also literally never talk about it, so i don't entirely really count her as a serious tim love interest).

on the other hand, while kon of course has been a flirt since he was decanted from his tube, a lot of it was very performative and he's only actually ever been in three relationships, two of which were instances of abuse and grooming. given how introspective he gets after his resurrection, and how much less sure of himself he is in general, i tend to believe this is where he starts actually unpacking all his relationship trauma and internalized homophobia. i think actually accepting that he is gay and not actually interested in women is a very jarring thing for him, and accepting that he was groomed and abused is also very difficult, and it takes him a while.

because of that, i think he ends up a) confused about what romance actually feels like, and b) very tentative about dating for a while. he wants deep connection - he was genuinely in love with knockout, and he thought she loved him too; he thought tana would be part of his life forever, and his devotion to cassie was notable even before they actually dated. but deep connections are hard to make with people you don't know well, and by the time he's around 19-20 i think he's kind of struggling with the idea that he's not gonna get what he's looking for in casual relationships, but also the idea of being in Gay Love with one of his best friends is terrifying, because he's not good at identifying what being in love feels like, so he kinda talks himself out of it. "this is comfortable and easy so it must not be romance, this is just really good friendship, because romance feels like walking a tightrope. right? haha. right??" and all that.

and then moreover, i think tim really sits on the fact that he's bisexual for a long time. not because he's trying to hide it, but because he's just so intensely private about things that bother him, and he's got some jack drake shaped Internalized Issues in his head to work through about what it means to be transmasc and to like men (i.e. a voice that sounds suspiciously like a conservative dad putting in one single ounce of effort re: understanding queer relationships is in the back of his head going "but you'd be the girl in the relationship if you dated a man, right?" and tim has to take several deep breaths and figure out how to unpack that before he's ready to even think about admitting out loud that he's interested in guys too, even to himself, let alone to anyone else).

so for a hot second kon's just out there going "i like men but it doesn't matter because i'm never going to fall in love with someone that really truly wants me and loves me as deeply as i'd love them, and i'd be miserable about that except that i'm just pretty satisfied being bffs with tim :) i feel at ease when he's around and he makes me laugh and i just like being near him and watching him work on gadgets or listening to him ramble about cars or letting him sleep on my shoulder. i know it's not romantic because i feel so safe and comfortable, but i'm happy with it, whatever it is. and if i think he's hot, well, that's just because he is hot. everyone knows that!" guy who pretty much is already tim's boyfriend but he hasn't noticed that yet because they're both kind of stupid and also insanely devoted to each other in the same way, so they both go "yeah this seems normal for us" and kon really doesn't question it that hard.

meanwhile tim is the guy to whom labels and boxes matter a lot more, so he's the one who sits back one day and goes, wait. oh my god. i'm in love with kon. and then he has to steeple his index fingers and interlace the others and press his hands to his face in deep, deep thought. he's in love with kon, and realizing that makes a lot about his life suddenly make a lot of sense, because seriously - a hundred clone attempts, changing robin to be red and black, making out with cassie because he missed kon so much - okay, okay, yeah, he sees it now, okay, so maybe he's been in love with kon for years at this point and never actually realized it, that's fine, this is fine, he's FINE, he's NOT freaking out or overthinking--

anyways. after freaking out and overthinking and brooding on a rooftop for four to seven business days (not all at once, of course, but he gets his hours in), he finally goes to kon and jabs his finger into his chest and goes "Hey. Are we dating?"

and kon stares at him for a second with a loading circle spinning over his head. claps his hand over his mouth. inhales sharply like a dying fish. claps his other hand over the first hand. starts floating a few inches off the ground in pure agitation.

"Oh my god, Tim," he says, his eyes as wide as dinner plates and his voice an octave higher than usual. "Are we dating?!"

"I think so," Tim says, and narrows his eyes. "I mean, if we're not, maybe we should be. Pizza and a movie tonight?"

and kon clearly goes through A Whole Process in his head (working through the "wait, dating is comfy and chill and happy and easy?!" crisis in real time), but ultimately goes "okay!!! yeah!! okay!!! let's do that!!! wow!!!!" because, hey. he would love to hold hands with tim while watching the sunset and eating hipster san francisco pizza.

and that's how they end up sitting on the floor by the coffee table in the titans tower common room, eating pizza, and poring over a calendar + their text message history to try and figure out when, exactly, their anniversary is. ("okay, so when we went on that picnic in april, was that a date?" "i think so. alright, so it has to be before april, but after valentine's, because you made a joke about being single here, see? so we're looking at somewhere in march. "okay, but we did do 'palentine's' together, so does that really count??" "fuck, you're right, that totally was a date too. uh...")

[kitkatkitzune]

STEPPING UP

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your daughter attends a daddy daughter dance.

Warnings: Mention of young pregnancy?, An absentee father, A drunk man, A tiny bit of angst, inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (whoopsie)

Notes: I’m obsessed with this concept and I’m not sorry… also your daughter is named after Rory from Gilmore Girls. Sorry not sorry.

I’m going to start trying to post more consistently, I promise!! I’ve been busy lately, I swear I haven’t disappeared!!

Word Count: 2.1k

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When you picked your daughter up from school, you instantly knew that something was wrong. Rory was usually very bubbly and outspoken, excited to tell you all about her day but today, she was silent, leaning her head on the window as you drove home.

You really knew something was wrong when she instantly dropped her bookbag and ran to her room the second you stepped inside your apartment.

Being a single mother was hard, you had Rory when you were relatively young with your now ex-boyfriend. He would pop up every once in a while to say hi but he was never a constant in your or your daughter's life. It had also made dating hard, most men would run the second you mentioned your child, it was hard to find one that wouldn’t.

Still, your daughter always comes first which is why you drop your phone on the couch, ignoring the message from Elijah (a man you had been talking to) so you can follow Rory to her room.

You stand in the doorway for a moment before moving to sit on the edge of her bed. Rory had her face buried in her pillow, shaking as she sobbed. She doesn’t react when the bed dips from your weight but she does react when you begin to rub her back. She tenses up before beginning to sob harder.

Suddenly she turns and sits up, throwing herself into your arms, “Mama…”

You shush her softly, still rubbing her back as she cries. Once she mostly calms down you pull back, brushing some of her hair from her face while she hiccups.

“What happened, baby?” you ask softly.

“Why don’t I have a daddy?” she asks, eyes glimmering with tears.

You frown, “Sweetie, you do, he’s just… he’s not… around… much… you know this… sometimes you get to go out to eat with him… remember?”

Rory sniffles, rubbing at her eyes, “Everybody else has a daddy around! Why don’t I get one?”

“Rory…” you say quietly but she interrupts you, “Why can’t Mr. Elijah be my daddy?”

So maybe Elijah was more than just ‘a man you had been talking to’. You had been seeing Elijah for a little over a year, he had never been bothered by Rory, in fact, he’s quite good with her. The seemingly stoic man would play dress up and attend tea parties every time your daughter asked. He always made an effort to accommodate for her as well, always willing to adapt plans at the last minute. He understood and accepted the fact that the two of you were a package deal.

Your face flushes at the mention of Elijah, because you really did like him and you really hoped that your relationship could continue to bloom.

Pulling Rory back into a tight hug, you sigh, “Baby, what brought this up?”

She doesn’t answer, only nuzzling further into neck. You decide not to push her, allowing her to cling onto you until she falls asleep. It was the weekend so you weren’t too worried about messing up her sleep schedule. Carefully, you pull her off of you and tuck her into bed before going back to the living room.

On your way, you pick up her backpack, opening it to check her homework folder when something catches your eye. It’s a flyer from the school, advertising the daddy daughter dance next month. You let out a sigh as you connect the dots, realizing why your daughter was so upset.

A week had passed since the initial incident and Rory had mostly moved on from it. Still, you could tell she was distraught about it so you decided you were going to make a tough call. Literally.

Rory was still at school while you stood in the kitchen next to Elijah, with your phone in your shaking hand. Reluctantly, you dial your ex's number. You had thought about asking Elijah to take Rory, it was her first thought after all, and even though he clearly loves the girl and cares for her, you didn’t want to risk burdening him.

After the third ring Jonathan answered, “Who is this?”

You let out a sigh, trying your best to not let your voice shake, “It’s Y/N.”

“What do you want?” he asks, his tone clearly annoyed.

You stand up straighter even though he can’t see you, clearing your throat, “Rory has a dance…”

“So?”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh, “It’s a daddy daughter dance… I’m calling to ask if you’d take her… so she isn’t… excluded…”

There’s silence for a moment and you feel rage beginning to bubble up in you but just as you’re about to yell at him he answers, “When is it?”

“It’s on the 30th, three weeks away at 6pm.”

Jonathan hums, “Alright, I’ll be there- and I'll even take her out to eat before, that way I can get the court mandated, monthly dinner out of the way at the same time.”

You decide it best to bite your tongue, your daughter was the sweetest little girl you ever could have asked for, you never understood how Jonathan couldn’t love her- why he didn’t want to spend time with her. He hardly follows the custody agreement, never really wanting to see her but anything you needed to get his permission for- like a small trip to the beach, he would not grant, just to upset you and keep a sense of control over you and your daughter.

Instead, you thank him, not wanting to be on the phone any longer. When you hung up, Elijah began to rub your back, pulling you to his chest to kiss your forehead.

And when your daughter got home, she was ecstatic to hear that her father would be taking her to the dance, she immediately asked to go dress shopping.

Working as a server, you weren’t super wealthy and had no choice but to set a limit on the amount you could spend on a dress for her. Unfortunately, Rory fell in love with a gorgeous, flowery, blue dress that was way out of the budget. Fortunately, Elijah was there, and he insisted on paying, even before Rory had picked out a dress outside of what you could afford. You told him that you’d pay him back but he refused.

“Seeing Rory’s little face light up is more than enough payment.”

Everything was going great until the night of the dance came. The dance didn’t start until 6pm but Johnathan said that he’d be there at 4pm to take her out to eat but he never showed up and now he wasn’t answering his phone.

Rory was sitting at the table, watching the clock that she had just learned how to read in school with a sad expression on her face.

You turn away from him, walking down the hall with your phone pressed to your ear, practically growling into the phone as you leave another voicemail, “Jonathan. This is the seventh time I’ve called you. It’s 4:30, where the hell are you?!”

When you walk back into the room, Rory immediately looks up at you. “Dad’s not coming, is he?”

You sigh, setting your phone on the counter, crouching in front of her, “I’m so sorry, baby,” you hold her hands in yours and smile sadly.

Just as the first tear is about to fall from her eyes, the doorbell rings, making Rory perk up, assuming it was her father. You, on the other hand, had a feeling that it wasn’t.

And it wasn’t. Rory flung open the door just as you appeared behind her, revealing Elijah, dressed in a fancy suit as he always was.

Rory let out a little sigh, “Oh, it’s you.”

Elijah frowns, crouching down in front of her, “You, Rory, should be at your favorite diner, eating fried mozzarella sticks like the picky child you are.”

You had invited Elijah over for a date night, you didn’t often get time alone together and you thought the dance would be the perfect opportunity to have a few hours to yourself.

“He… he’s not coming, I don’t think…” Rory began to rock back and forth on her heels, looking at the floor.

“Well, I think, he just needs a little reminder,” Elijah responds and for a moment, just a moment, you could have sworn you saw the veins beneath his eyes, ripple.

“Really?” Rory grins.

You take a step forward and press a kiss to the corner of Elijah’s mouth, you whisper, “Elijah… I, he’s probably drunk… you’re not going to be able to convince him…”

He hums, “Trust me, Darling, I can be very persuasive… and if not, I have another plan,” he then turns to your daughter, “just be ready Rory, you will be going to that dance.”

Elijah knocked on the door and straightened out his cufflinks, moments later it swung open to reveal Jonathan, in only his boxers, clearly not ready to go anywhere.

Jonathan looks Elijah up and down, “Did you miss the- the no soliciting sign?” his speech was slurred, a clear sign that he had been drinking.

Elijah raises a brow, “I am not here to sell you anything, I am here to tell you that you made a previous commitment to your daughter, Rory.”

“Oh hell,” Jonathan scoffs, “Let me- let me guess, you’re… you’re the whores new guy? She sent you here to what? Scare me?”

Elijah’s jaw clenches before he lets out a breath. He wanted nothing more than to grab the drunk man and put the fear of God into him, maybe even kill him. But alas, he could not, Jonathan still stood safely in the doorway of his home that Elijah had not been invited into.

“The stupid little bitch is fine… no dance, she’ll cry for a day before she forgets and moves on… she’s just a dumb kid…”

It would only take one toe out the door, Elijah told himself, only one drunken move out the door and I could strangle him.

Which is exactly what would happen.

It seemed that Elijah’s lack of response angered Jonathan, the drunken man leaned forward, his hand curling around the door frame and that was all Elijah needed. In a second, he had the man pinned to the side of the house by his throat.

Jonathan’s legs dangle as he desperately tries to touch the ground, gasping for breath.

Elijah had come here to convince Jonathan to go to the dance but the way he spoke about you, about your daughter, gave him a new purpose.

“You’re going to relinquish custody of Rory, granting Y/N full custody. And afterwards, you’ll never bother either of them even again…” Elijah releases his grip a bit, allowing Johnathan to slide down the wall.

The drunken man is horrified, “I’ll… I’ll go to the cops!”

“You won’t,” Elijah grins, pupils dilating.

When Elijah returned back to your home, there were only thirty minutes left before the dance started. Rory was sitting on the counter when he walked through the door, carrying a little bouquet of blue and white flowers.

“M’lady,” he greets you, before approaching Rory, holding the flowers out for her to take, “These are for you, sweet pea.”

Rory smiles and throws herself into his arms, he picks her up with ease, holding her on his hip.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t make him come… but I can take you, if you’d like… and if that’s okay with your mother…”

You smile softly, “Of course that’s okay with me.”

Rory clutches the flowers to her chest, “I wanted you to take me in the first place…”

Elijah looks at you, raising a brow, “Is that so?”

You sigh, “I didn’t want you to feel obligated…”

He chuckles, walking over to press a kiss to your forehead, “I never feel obligated when it comes to my favorite girls,” he turns his head to look at Rory, who he’s still holding, “Now we must go. There’s a dance waiting for us.”

“Wait wait!” you call out just as they’re about to reach the door, “I need a picture.”

After the dance, Elijah would take Rory to her favorite restaurant where she would eat her fried mozzarella sticks.

And days later, you received a letter in the mail from Jonathan’s lawyer, declaring he wanted to relinquish his custody rights, granting you full custody.

Finally, you could begin your new life with your daughter and your lover.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

decided to do writing instead of art for today's mer may prompt.

companion!!

Remy twists around in the tide pool, balancing a diving toy on his forehead. He grabs it with his hand and throws it upwards. He clicks his tongue and then dives down after it, pounding his tail against the water to push himself to go faster. Snatching the toy off of the bottom, Remy curves his body and surges right back up to the surface. He lets out an excited chirp at the sight of Lance pulling himself back over the rocks. Remy greatly enjoys Lance's visits, fascinated by anything that the wild mer brings to show him. Remy flicks his tail and swims a circle around his friend, who chitters at him warmly.

"Hey Rems, brought you some kelp. It has fish eggs on it."

Remy grins at the food being presented and is quick to accept it into his own hands. He takes a bite, blinking a little at the flavor. The wild stuff tastes different from how the stuff his papa gives him tastes. Remy presses the kelp against the back of his fangs and hums thoughtfully.

"Thanks, Lance. I have some chocolate for you to try!"

Remy takes another bite before flicking his tail and moving over to where he had left a few things on the rocks. Lance follows and accepts the unwrapped bar of chocolate with a half-scrunched nose.

"It doesn't smell like food."

"Well, it's not made of sea stuff. No fish or anything. It's a land-based food. Papa kept me from having it at first cause he thought I might get really sick. But I love the taste of it."

Remy lets out a sing-songy croon and Lance snorts before taking a bite. The other mer pauses, sniffs the chocolate again, and then takes another bite. Lance makes a trumpet-like noise that has Remy flinching back and pressing into the rocks. What? Lance looks at him and then shifts back slightly.

"That noise means I really like it.”

Lance says, looking at Remy with sad, sad eyes. Remy flushes uncomfortably. Just another reminder that he had been dumped by the wild mers that birthed him. Another language barrier. But! He has so many other things he knows that Lance doesn't. He takes a settling breath.

“Oh. Okay. I'm glad you do. I don't get to have it very often. It's good, non?!”

Lance meets his grin with one of his own. 

“What's that?”

Lance asks, pointing at the diving toy. Remy lights up. 

“It's for playing games! My brother and I sometimes race to see who can swim to it first. And sometimes we take a few and see who can either collect the most or who can do it the fastest. Maybe we race? Or pass it back and forth?”

Lance’s eyes glitter, and a competitive look comes to his face.

“Race! Toss it!”

Remy throws the toy up, and then both dive after it. Lance gets it first, but mostly because Remy is not using all of his usual tricks. He doesn't want to irritate his friend just to win. He throws it again, and they dive. His companion laughs and chitters as the two wrestle for it, and then they dive again, and again. Hours pass, stirring up the water and flicking tails. 

The setting sun shimmers against the surface of the tide pool as the two lay on the rocks. Lance shifts over to Remy and runs his claws against the part of Remy’s tail not covered by his prosthetic’s sleeve. Remy tenses but makes no movements, trusting his companion.

“I'm cleaning your scales. We do this in the pod for… well, to clean up but also to show that we care.”

Lance says, and Remy can admit that it feels nice. He yawns and hears the bell. He groans, not wanting to leave his friend. But he needs his medicine, especially with all the hard swimming he has done today. Lance looks at him, concerned.

“I gotta go. Bell means medicine and food time.”

Remy says, and Lance glances back to the facility with a heavy frown. 

“I- You feel safe there?”

“It's my pod, Lance. They keep me safe.”

Remy states softly. Lance chitters a little and swings his tail.

“I know. I- It's just that Logan and Creed… well, all the adults really… they always warn us about humans. A lot of us have lost people and gotten hurt because of them. But if you're alright… Alright. I'll see you tomorrow?”

Lance asks, and Remy pats his arm.

“Oui. Yes. Tomorrow. Unless it's storming.”

“Unless it's storming.”

Lance easily agrees, bumping Remy’s head with his own. 

“I'll find some more stuff to show you.”

“Or just bring me stories. I love stories.”

Remy says hopefully, and Lance grins brightly.

“Oh yeah. I'll tell you about a fight I got into with a whale shark. I'll see you tomorrow, Remy!”

Lance clambers over the rocks and dives into the waves. Remy watches him vanish beneath the frothing waves. He breathes deep and turns, heading back to his tank.

[secretgardensinmymindd13]

eddie feeling broken, buck being a fixer and making him feel normal again and helping him find joy

buck feeling abandoned, eddie being a nester and building a home for him (and now he’s living in eddie’s home…)

buck wanting a family and a child, eddie already having that

eddie wanting a reliable partner, buck being exactly that

eddie thinking of himself as a failure, buck admiring him and seeing him as the greatest person alive - even knowing all his flaws (because eddie has what buck values but never had himself: he’s stoic, he’s reliable, he’s an amazing parent. and his imperfections make him even more human and beautiful in buck’s eyes)

buck thinking of himself as not good enough, eddie seeing him as an incredible work partner (“you’re badass under pressure,” “you can have my back any day”), co-parent (“no one will ever fight for my son as hard as you. that is what i want for him”), romantic partner (“once he gets to know you and learns you’re an idiot, he’ll love you, like we all do. and if he says no, then he’s an idiot”), and person (“you don’t have to be anything for anyone”)

eddie thinks he’s alone with his problems, that he needs to be strong and have it all together all the time. buck helps him be vulnerable and takes the load off

buck thinks he needs to be extraordinary and go the extra mile to deserve love and attention. eddie loves him unconditionally, exactly for who he is, and makes it feel like buck is easy to love

eddie being a sunshine trapped in a grumpy guy’s mask, but able to be his true silly self with buck

buck being a grumpy guy wearing a sunshine mask, and eddie seeing through him and taking him seriously

eddie being emotionally repressed, but buck teaching him to open up through pure acceptance and acts of service - showing him he doesn’t have to put on a brave face, and helping lift the weight off his shoulders

buck wearing his heart on his sleeve, emotionally reactive like a bare wire, but eddie calming and reassuring him with words of affirmation, consistency, and presence - healing his separation anxiety and self-worth issues

eddie is a repressed guy with a restrictive past that helps buck ground himself

buck is a free spirit with an adventurous past that helps eddie open up and let go

them finding freedom from their traumatic pasts and their true home in the 118

them meeting each other after being left behind by the people they loved (shannon and abby), and clinging and committing to one another because they know what it’s like to be abandoned - so they take their promise to have each other’s backs very seriously

they both tend to jump into relationships and try to make them work, but with each other, it doesn’t even feel like trying - it just comes naturally

like eddie not feeling ready for a “ready-made family” (not only with ana and marisol, but with shannon too, both in the flashbacks and season 2), but somehow doing it with buck without even realizing - because it comes so easily

and buck trying to “make it” with his romantic partners, because that’s what thomas told him love was about. but with eddie, he not only made it - he already “found it”

the moon and the sun. the yin and the yang. black cat and golden retriever. a listener and a yapper.

the more i think about them, the more soulmatism i discover. how can two characters complement each other SO MUCH and SO PERFECTLY?? this really is divine intervention and dumb luck, ‘cause i don’t think even the writers knew how beautifully interconnected these characters are in so many details

like, of course tim says the show feels worse without them together - look at what you all created

and ryan and oliver being giggly and touchy and looking at each other with heart eyes doesn’t help either

[mixelation]

oh yeah, did i ever post about how reborn au konoha crush goes?

i have to iron out some of the details because while i think orochimaru might attack regardless, he has less personal beef with minato and is less confident he can beat him in a fight than sarutobi. so i think maybe the suna leg doesn't happen and that's why our main cast is like "well, no one is wearing rasa's skin like a meat suit, so we don't need to do anything to ward of invasio..... oh"

instead fo a dramatic confrontation i'm imagining a NON orochimaru person in cahoots with him using edo tensei to bring back hokage (including maybe hiruzen immediately after orochimaru murders him?). this non orochimaru person is NOT in the village so part of the crisis is having to locate the summoner. also it's an attack not a dramatic showing against your old sensei, so the undead people are spread out to make it harder to deal with

i think for funsies gaara will lose his shit so there's also a loose ichibi in the village. kushina and maybe team 7 run after him. then i'm thinking itachi & deidara tag team undead hashirama while minato has to counter tobirama's hiraishin, which intellectually he knew having to deal with teleportation was a bitch and a half but he's never been on the other end

on tori's side, she realizes what's happening and is like FUCK I CAN ALREADY FEEL MYSELF DOING SOMETHING INSANE and she decides rather than fight him, she'll lure orochimaru into r&d in order to get him talking and maybe suss out where the edo tensei user is. getting orochimaru talking isn't hard but who the FUCK knows if anything he says is true, and also he manages to pinpoint all her insecurities immediately. like, oh? did you make friends? did you finally find a family who accepts you? do you really believe they actually do, or are they just using you until you're no longer useful?

and then she traps him in a barrier and has a whole villain "this is why you suck" speech ready to go and realizes..... that's what he wants. he wants her to posture and lecture him. so instead she just turns and walks away.

....and then she goes to report to minato and there's a crazy three way hiraishin fight. yes. sexy.

anyway orochimaru gets away but i'm not sure how. maybe he gets some chump in r&d to help him. maybe he mysteriously disappears and i never give a reason. maybe he convinces jiraiya or sarutobi to let him out for some juicy irony

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

I know I've sent you so many already but I started thinking about salxbobby and now I need someone else to else well. Maybe 45?? If they don't vibe for you loustat would also be great!!!!!

(...out of anger)

Six fucking weeks.

Six weeks of sitting on his ass, something Sal hasn't done since he got his first job working in Zia Aurora's restaurant when he was 13.

He's a hard fucking worker, he's damn good at his job, it's not his fault that Nash wants to measure dicks instead of trust that his crew knows what they're doing.

Sal's two beers and a half a pizza deep into organizing his record collection when he hears the doorbell ring. He sticks a random mailer in the spot he's going to have to come back to, unfolds himself from the floor, grimaces at the way his lower back protests, and staggers toward the door.

Like any respectable firefighter, Sal Deluca is a betting man, but he would've put his money on just about anyone else showing up at his door before Bobby Nash. Yet here the man is with a six pack of Boylan's Black Cherry.

"You here to grovel?" Sal asks, gripping the doorjamb so he doesn't reach through and hit the man.

"Nope," Nash says, all Midwestern cheerfulness and affability. "But I do want to apologize, and I have a proposal."

Sal considers slamming the door, rethinks it, steps back, and allows him in.

"Nice place," Nash comments.

"Yeah, it'll be good until I get kicked to the curb," Sal mutters, letting the door swing shut a little too hard. He snatches the offered soda. "What, you too cheap for a real six pack?"

"I don't drink," Nash says, which confirms a couple of suspicions Sal's had about the guy. Nothing bad, he'd never knock a man for dealing with a drinking problem, but it adds to his list of questions of what the hell brought this guy halfway across the country with seemingly no ties to the area. "Also, that fancy Pennsylvania shit costs more than a six pack of Bud."

"Fair enough," Sal concedes, grabbing his bottle opener off the fridge and popping the caps off two. He hands one to Nash, who takes it with a smile. "So what's this proposal?"

"You don't want the apology first?"

"You gonna un-fire me?" he snarks, and Nash shakes his head. "Then I don't really give a shit about it right now. Assume I won't accept it."

"Fair enough." He leans his hip against the counter by the sink, even though the kitchen in Sal's apartment is somewhat claustrophobic and he should offer him a spot in the living room. He won't. "I spoke to the chief, and there's a spot at the 122 for you if you're willing to take it. He's going to call you about it in a few days. I advise you take it."

Sal blanches. "The 122 barely even has a fucking captain right now."

"Yeah," Nash agrees. "They've had an interim for about four months. They're about to get another in a couple days."

"Look, I don't think you understand what my issue with you was. You're a decent captain, but--"

"Yeah, and I think you could be a great one," Nash interrupts. "At the 122. One day. Maybe not that long from now. You got fired for insubordination, Deluca, and for calling me a 'mook,' which I'm not and also maybe update your insults. You sounded like something out of a gangster movie, I had to look that one--"

Sal's pissed, has been for days, still is, and it's building in some kind of weird miasma of gratitude and rage behind his chest. And that makes him more angry, because how fucking dare this Viking bastard swoop in and throw Sal a line after shoving him overboard in the first place?

That and the beer is really the only excuse he has for cutting Nash off with a slam of his lips. It was going to be that or his fist, and his ma would've hopped on a plane to tan his hide if she knew he hit a firefighter captain.

Except Nash has something boiling under the surface, too, and Sal's clocked it more than once, because he's got a hand twisted in the back of Sal's shirt and he's biting back. Literally, they're in some kind of twisted competition to make each other bleed or something.

He has to breathe at some point, so he pulls back enough to do just that, and the fucker is smiling.

"You're such a prick," Sal mutters.

"You're one to talk," Nash counters, which...fair.

"I have good instincts."

"Yeah, but not everyone does. And they're not infallible, you're not God," Nash points out. "You got lucky. I was pissed because I didn't want to pull two bodies out of that place, especially not yours."

Sal smirks. "Didn't know you cared, Cap."

Nash's grip on his shirt tightens. "You're one of mine, Deluca, of course I care."

And that tempers the heat in Sal's chest, turns it into something warm and a little gooey. "You fired me."

"Still mine," Nash says before kissing him again.

Bonus Loustat below the cut:

"You wrote an album about our divorce!"

"You wrote a book about it!" Lestat roars, throwing said book at the wall next to Louis' head.

"Daniel wrote a book about my life and included our divorce," Louis counters.

Lestat throws his hands up and starts ranting in French, cursing every other word. Louis approaches him like he would a wild animal--actually, he's less cautious around wild animals.

"Can we both agree that we said some hurtful shit and move on?" Louis tries, and Lestat snarls, shoving him against the armoire. "Baby--"

The kiss is biting and harsh, and Louis twines his fingers in Lestat's hair, yanking his head back with a growl. Lestat grins, fangs half-dropped.

"You're such a fucking brat," Louis says, flipping their positions easily and pinning Lestat against the armoire with a worrying crack. "I missed you so much, cher."

"And I you, mon mari," Lestat murmurs before yanking him into another kiss, wrapping a leg around Louis and grinding shamelessly. "Now fuck me."

"Until you cry." Louis hauls him up with a grin at Lestat's delighted laugh. "Until you scream."

Claws bite through his shirt and dig into his skin, and Louis feels his fangs drop, a thrill going up his spine.

He's missed Lestat so much.

[chericherilvr]

Hi Hi! Could I request a gaon fic that starts off as angst but ends in fluff plz?

I was thinking reader meets jiseok's friends and feels like he has better chemistry with one of them. Reader feels jealous but also saddened coz they don't think they're good enough for him and starts distancing from him. Reader and gaon could be in a relationship or close friends on the verge of a relationship.

The human experience - Gaon x gn!reader

summary: you show Gaon your latest writing work. w/c: 831 warnings: angst with really fluffy ending. the first part is the writing y/n aka you did (congratulations for writing so pretty, need a therapist?) deep questions and thoughts of not being enough. the fluff part is there at the end, the comfort, but it is not really long a/n: if there's something about me, I hate reading pure angst… but I love writing about it… kinda took a different twist from the request idea, but I hope you like it either way!!

"The human experience is whole. You sign for it before being born. It's hard to accept it sometimes—that we're here to learn to be happy. It's hard to accept that you learn through mistakes, failure. That you have to fail at being happy to learn how to feel it. It's borderline impossible to accept that through light, there's darkness, that you must experience pain before you can laugh.

A good support system is the key to not fallback. We all jump over and over and over again into the unknown, we dive into pain as if it was another way of breathing. But we don't always have a soft landing. We do not all have that privilege. It's hard to get that privilege.

The human experience it's a joke, really. A juxtaposition of itself, a paradox, when you being thinking about it; you get lost. How could you envy who you love? How could you deem yourself so unworthy that you dare look at someone else and say "you deserve better"? How much of that is true? How much of that could ever be true? When do you give up? When do you let go? When do you fight?

There's times that it is not worthy to fight.

I can't help but look at you. A laugh that once filled me with love suddenly is bitter. I would like to say I've healed enough. That I love enough. That I am enough. But then you smile and I feel like the worst person in the whole world. How could I ever be loved if I can't move the stars? How could I ever deserve you, when love is only my feeling; and you deserve more than that.

The human brain it's the worst. You think it's the feelings that get you. But a feeling only comes from the brain. Emotion, emotion only lasts for about 90 seconds before it's gone—what's left is feeling. We humans torture ourselves through our brain. We feel through memories and thoughts. And that's what gets you. Because you could bury a feeling so deep inside it never sees the light. But most have a voice that travels—whom digs your grave and hunts down anything to make you feel bad.

The ego.

I'm sure most of you will know, that the ego is just a protective mechanism meant to defend you. Yet why does it try to make me unloved?

I stare as you joke with your friends, and that voice snaps inside. He looks better with them. Happier with them. He looks more loved with them. And I just know it isn't healthy. I just know it isn't true. Yet the ego doesn't search for true. It searches for feelings and, even buried, I am a mare human—I am filled to the brim with them.

I don't realise when I drop my first tear. The space between you and I so long apart.

You realise immediately when I go silent. You get closer, grab my hand, and give me your best smile.

I shall thank you for how you treat me. I shall thank you for how you love. Because with you the voice quiets. Because of you, I am human. Because of you, I feel love."

The world is still loud when Jiseok finishes reading. The birds still sing, the neighbour is still doing the obnoxious house renovations, the wind still whistles, and silence feels so loud.

"This is…" He doesn't finish, as if no words could ever explain how he feels.

Jiseok looks at you, with his teary eyes filled with love.

"You are amazing. I hope you know that."

"You are a big reason why I know." You say giving him a weak smile.

"Thank you for showing me this, I genuinely loved it. Made my heart break a lot and expect big cuddles after the emotional damage but," he holds your hand, discarding your phone softly on the side. "You mean a lot to me, and I pray every day you could see the way I see you. You are loved, and not only by me, but by so many people too." Jiseok holds your face softly, like a fragile rose petal. "And if they don't see it, I'll force them to."

You chuckle softly at his empty threats.

"Don't you dare laugh! I mean it! You are the most amazing, brilliant, talented, pretty, smart—"

Jiseok goes on a ramble that makes your heart flutter, and the world spins a bit. Twenty-seven seconds in—when he started listing adjectives that you're not so sure even exist—you decide to stop it. You pull him close by his shirt and kiss him. His words melt under your lips. Deciding to show you just how much loved you are, his hand glides to your neck and deepens the kiss.

You are both breathless and flustered when he speaks again.

"You're also hot as fuc—" you cut him off with another kiss.

[lesbiandarvey]

anon i hope its okay but i answered here under the cut! 👍 cus well i am 100% at the devils sacrament with you but just wanted it under a readmore plus i thought might as well add it to the original post for context

Anonymous asked: hi, if i can put my two cents on the gale!omega topic. i haven't actually considered but i love the idea of alpha!marge it adds another layer of gale's "this is the right thing, this is how it is supposed to be" bc even though same primary gender (male/male & female/female) couples aren't forbidden, an alpha/omega-male/female is so much more accepted. also marge doesn't quite fit the sterotipical alpha woman, so she struggles with her identity in the same way gale has a hard time accepting/letting go his instincts, but being with marge feels "correct" they get along well, know each other since highschool and everything is as comfortable as gale could ask in his life (being a omega male isn't easy either, a lot of predujice, rape, violent partners). then gale meets bucky and well… everything goes to shit bc for the first time he understands what it means to be compatible/being attracted to someone in the most primal sense, the smell the feromones, the sole prescence of bucky throws his hormones into a rollarcoaster and makes his omega so insanely happy by just being close to him that gale just panics and shut down everything on the omega department, which unsurprisingly makes him even more miserable than before bucky is so attuned to gale that notices immediately and tries to coax him with his smell, his affection, it's natural, it's instinctual, bucky doesn't even realize he is trying to soothe gale and the other is resisting with all his strength which shockingly pUTS BUCKY ALPHA IN DISTRESS BC HIS OMEGA ISN'T ACCEPTING HIM [dog whinning noises] and well the rest is clasic clegan angst until gale breaks and BOOM SEX (after that gale cann't accept anything that isn't bucky). my other fav flavor on clegan omegaverse is gale hidding his omega nature since the military doesn't accept them BUT BUCKY KNOWS and its killing both (bucky trying to hide the few time gale scent gets away from his patches with his strong alpha scent and making everyone in the room dizzy and giving the boys headaches "bucky you fucking stink, someone open a window"). that's all, sorry for the word vomit.

okay. OKAY. first of all YES i 100% follow the logic here i think this is very well argued but i do still disagree sorry lol. okay i think what youre saying is that buck (omega) would be with marge (alpha) because in their world thats The Thing He Has To Do to be normal hes an omega shes an alpha theyll mate and have little blonde children together. and that in our world the thing he had to do to be normal was be heterosexual and that translates in their world as pairing up alpha/omega style i think thats your point. which i can almost agree with i am almost there!!

but for me i think in the omegaverse world (at least in 1940) pairing up alpha-omega and being heterosexual are still equally important and that like you said not only would it be hard for gale to accept the fact hes gay but also that hes an omega (and all that that entails) which is why i think marge would be a beta actually!! bc if shes a beta then he can live as a beta man too they can get normal married and he can get her pregnant and they can just have a normal life where he gets to Be The Man and replicate heterosexuality and be sufficiently masculine (and like, im sorry to be crass but its 100% about penetration. like i think he and marge in canonverse have like clumsy missionary position lights off sex and i cant image him ever asking her to fuck him with a strapon he would be HUMILIATED by the concept so like in the omegaverse i still cant imagine him getting with an alpha woman who would want to penetrate him. like they have to have boring vanilla straight people sex where he is trying soo hard to stay aroused. again sorry to be crass lol). like its all about him wanting to be The Man of the relationship (his words not mine) and that means he has to be the one on top (again his reasoning not mine).

all that being said i also totally agree that it would be a big deal to him to be an omega even moreso to be gay and a gay omega but also like you said it would still be something relatively known and accepted to some degree but that being with bucky would change everything for him!! and like you said what it would be like to feel that attraction in the most primal sense with the pheromones and the instincts and it would just be different than anything else hes had with marge. and bucky makes him feel things hes never felt before and if marge is an alpha it means cus hes with bucky a man and if shes a beta it means cus hes with bucky an alpha man. and like you said originally it would be a layer of like, buck is with marge an alpha so hes with the person hes supposed to be with aka an alpha it still doesn't Feel right and like okay i get that i like that. that would parallel with our world of him getting with a beautiful woman like hes supposed to and it still not Feeling right and he doesnt really know why

also. just as an aside, if marge is an alpha i dont think shed mate him or bit mark him whatever its called. claim?? she wouldnt claim him. cus in the show they dont get engaged until he was already over there the bremen mission so i think they wouldnt properly "mate" until after the war. (oooh that opens a can of worms doesnt it something where theyre in the stalag and obviously buck and bucky are in love and gale is having to deal with the heats alone and bucky cant DO anything about it cus theyre not together and gales with marge and his alpha is back home in the states and bucly just has to WATCH the man he loves suffer thru this yknow you can see the themes)

and yesss definitely the classic clegan angst of bucky trying to take care of gale and gale going nooooooo and bucky whyyyyyyy dog whining noises!!! yess love that

and i think like another thing to think about idk how this informs our discussion but i was thinking about it this morning is that. i dont think (in canonverse) gale would have had access to modern medicine until he enlisted like im pretty sure he grew up on a ranch or farm or cabin in rural wyoming i dont think he would have access to like, vaccines. most of which came out in the 40s 50s and 60s (like for example smallpox wasnt eradicated in the us until 1949) SOO. all that means i dont think he would have access to heat suppressants until he enlisted. like if theyre what i think they are--a synthetic chemical compound--i dont think he would get any in casper. meaning hed have to lock himself in his room once a month and ride it out. so the question is would his repression overcome that, getting pon farr urges once a month for years. now that i dont know. and i dont think it really does anything for our inital conversation just some food for thought.

ANYWAYYY. this has all been very strange and i love it!!!! im an omegaverse newbie but its soooo interesting to me once you know the rules of the universe and the logistical problems of applying it to the source material it opens some serious thought exercises for our favorite guys

well.

honestly i think if we seriously are gonna put gale cleven in the omegaverse it raises some questions. okay ive read like 4(?) total omegaverse fanfictions ever in my life and its been all over the past two weeks but i think i understand the terminology and worldbuilding enough to talk about it. okay so if were really saying gale is an ωμέγα that raises some serious questions right. like especially about marge and gale’s internalized homophobia.

like basically if were saying we’re putting gale cleven in a world where hes essentially a brood mare and has to endure monthly pon farrs would he really be able to make it work with marge is his repression that strong. and like i know they can take medications for the pon farrs (heats. i know theyre called heats i just still cant say it out loud) would he really be okay settling down with some nice patient beta woman like marge. and would bucky (alpha, knows what all this is like*) believe him that gale wants that

*and i do think. my understanding is that the betas (regular people, and by extension us the audience) do not understand alphas and omegas. and what they feel and how it feels—everything from the pack mentality, the bonds, the use of scent that alphas and omegas use and have evolved (been bred?) to use the betas really just dont get. so when bucky asks gale “[marge] understand it? all of it?” they both know she doesnt

also gale wants a little baby. of course he does. he wants a baby and he wants a baby with john and he wants john to take care of him when hes pregnant with their baby. but whatever hes going home to marry marge

mm also. can you fake attraction in the omegaverse. like if its all instinctual and based on pheromones and attraction is primarily an expression to populate the species can you fake it. could gale be the perfect All American Man he presents himself as to marge as and how he pretends to be in public.

[bobosbillionsknives]

(not shipping content)

It's one of my biggest headcanons ever that Vash does NOOOT like his birthday dude I just can't believe it...Knives however. Biggest birthday enjoyer ever. He is the special birthday boy. 🤗🤗🤗

Knives usually leaves Vash alone but Vash KNOWS Knives is going to make an effort to show up on their birthday and it stresses him out so bad. Especially if the July incident was on their birthday...that would leave horrible memories for him. 😭 Not to mention how painful remembering his first birthday with Rem would be. Plus Knives would act so bitchy about it like wooow dont even want to see your own brother on your birthday wow. I get it I'm just the worst ever ..🥀 Vash would be so over it.

I feel so strongly that Vash is the introvert while Knives is the extrovert. Knives self isolates out of fear and disgust of humans but he secretly thrives while talking to others. Especially if they have strong opinions he can argue against (definitely a debate bro). If Knives had a normal childhood he would've loved big crowds, he has absolutely no social awareness or shame . Or filter. He'd talk to anyone who'd listen. Knives drives himself absolutely insane with his own isolation. All he really wants is social connection, something he's convinced himself is impossible with humans. That's why he's so fixated on getting Vash to stay, he feels Vash is the only person he can actually talk to. Vash on the other hand, would do anything for 5 minutes alone. He is constantly pushing away Milly, Meryl, and even Wolfwood. He cannot let anyone know him beyond his silly guy persona. He especially doesn't like being celebrated (doesn't think he deserves it. 😂😂😂) He is constantly trying to skip out on the parties towns people throw for him, leaving without saying goodbye. (He does like getting drunk tho...makes talking easier) He'd never EVER share his birthday with anyone. Especially not Wolfwood or the girls. Knives however, would tell EVERYONE !!! (like how the entire Gung Ho Gun knew Knives had a brother, but Meryl had no idea Vash did. I think Knives loves talking about himself and his tragic past, painting himself as the forever victim to absolutely anyone who'd listen. To Vashes absolute horror 😭.) Vash is constantly drained from forcing himself to perform socially. He loves people and talking to them but he just needs like. 8 hours of alone time to properly function. That's why he gets so bitchy with everyone sometimes lol. She just needs a naaaaap omg 🤦‍♂️. But he feels guilty for being snippy and tired so he'll force himself to be social anyway. Which makes it worse. Love hiiim !!!! 😍 Either way they're both hurting themselves when they behave like this.

Knives is definitely the yapper while Vash just listens. I feel like Vash would appreciate not having that pressure to constantly respond. Even if Knives can be overbearing, I do think they enjoy each other's company. When they aren't... trying to murder each other. Nobody knows him like Knives does, it would almost be relieving not having to pretend to be happy all the time. He can perfectly morally justify being as mean to Knives as he wants to be !! And he wouldn't admit it, but he does enjoy listening to Knives complain about nothing. He thinks it's funny. Knives is just happy to be with someone he's deemed worthy of his time. He views Vash as his equal, someone he actually trusts to confide in. They are the opposite and also the same in every way life is so beautiful I love these guys.

It would also just be such a cute subversion of audience expectation if Knives, the self proclaimed people hater, was a people person. I think that's sooo interesting and makes so much sense with the context of his desperation for the approval of humans when he was a child. I think kid Knives would've tried to argue that celebrating something everyone goes through is pointless, but would love all the attention anyway. Even be a bit resentful that it was Vashes birthday too if he didn't seem to appreciate the attention as much. As he got older hed mellow out and warm up to the idea of having a birthday and sharing it. Mostly as an excuse to talk to Vash and make everything about himself again. Lol. Plus I think he likes organizing parties. His dream is to have that sweet 16 fantasy the humans in the old world used to have. He actually wants to be normal is the thing. They both do.

[classyrbf]

classmate!gojo part 3!

classmate!gojo who has been watching you from afar for the past week now. His eyes are always gravitating towards you in class, trying to catch any other possible connection. He’s try so hard to convince himself that you’re not his mystery girl, but at this point he should just accept it. The photo of your nails was proof enough, not to mention how much of a rush you were in. Neither of you have texted or exchanged photos since then, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t driving him crazy. Every single day since then he can’t get you off of his mind, getting so hard from the thought of you that he has to sneak away to rub one out to your pictures or videos. He just can’t help himself.

He watches you in class, in the cafe area, even sees you walking on campus, doing normal things. He would have never guessed in a million years you were the one he sought after so badly. You hide it so well. But he knows deep down under that good girl persona you have, there’s a slut waiting to caught, waiting to be fucked and used like you told him all those times over text. He’ll make you break. He sees you sitting on a bench on campus just scrolling through your phone, knowing this is the perfect time to execute his plan.

He finally breaks contact, sending you a video he took of himself last night.

gojo: i miss you

it was simple, but he was hoping it’d work. He watches intently, a small smile spreading across your face, though he’s unsure if it’s because of him

gojo: send me something, yeah? miss seeing you, baby

and like clock work, he sees you get up, heading towards the bathrooms inside one of the campus buildings. What else to do but follow. He sees you slip into the bathroom, and now he finally has you where he wants you.

you enter the bathroom, riddled with excitement that he finally texted you. Maybe he didn’t catch on that you were the one sending him photos. Good, it means you can have more fun. You enter the stall, replaying the video of him jerking off, putting the phone close to your ear so you can his moans. You smile, your hands finding themselves under your skirt, rubbing your clit through your clothed pussy. Little do you know he’s standing right outside the door, waiting for you.

You unbutton your shirt and grab onto your tits, massaging them in your hand while you send him a video. Quickly, you send him another of your wet panties, still rubbing your clit.

you: missed you too. can you tell?

and gojo can’t believe it when he receives the videos, chuckling to himself at how slutty you can be. He saves the videos nonetheless and puts his phone back in his pocket, the bathroom door opening, you walking out, completely caught off guard. Your heart thumps against your chest, mouth hanging open like you want to say something but nothing is coming out. All you know is that you can’t stop staring at him. He’s smirking at you, eyeing like a piece of candy as he moves closer towards you, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “I know you’re little secret.” You’re frozen, unable to do a thing. You couldn’t even deny it at this point. “Give em to me,” he demands.

“W-what?” You blink, voice barely above a whisper. He moves back, a smug smile on his stupidly pretty face. God, he smells so good. And his whispering? You’re even more wet than before. He knows what he’s doing to you.

“Your cute little panties. Give them to me.” He’s so casual about it and makes you even more nervous yet more intrigued. You turn to go back into the bathroom but he grabs your arm. “No, no, no. Do it right here.”

“But—” you look around to see if anyone else is around.

“What? Scared of getting caught? Sure weren’t thinking about that when you sent me all these videos and pictures. So, hand them over.” He watches as you slightly bend over, reaching under your skirt and gently pulling your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You sheepishly pick them up, they’re coated in your slick, an embarrassing sight. He grabs them from you, chuckling at the wet stain. “Wasn’t so hard, right?” He shoves them into his back pocket.You shake your head no, unable to keep eye contact with him. All the confidence you had over text has completely disappeared in the presence of him. What were you even thinking? He’s Gojo Satoru. “Thank you for these, baby.” He steps closer towards you, cornering you against the wall. “Send me something else later on tonight. Oh, and make sure to stop hiding that pretty face of yours too, okay? I wanna see everything.” He grabs your chin, tilting it up so you were looking at him.

“Why don’t you just fuck me already? We’ve both been waiting long enough,” you abruptly ask. It was taking everything in you not to drop on your knees and let him fuck your face.

“I can fuck you right here if I wanted to. You know how’ve riled up you’ve gotten me for all these weeks? I get so hard thinking about you that it hurts. I can’t fucking cum if it doesn’t involve you. You’ve taken over my mind, made me go on this chase to figure out who you were. So, if I wanna make you wait a little more, then I’ll fucking do it.” He gritted his teeth, gripping your chin slightly tighter. “Remember, only good girls get rewarded.” He smirked, pulling away from you before walking out of the building like nothing happened.

previous part

[yanderedrabbles]

I'm thinking about a huge ex-warrior of a yandere. Big and bulky and all too familiar with bloodshed. You'd think years in the king's army would have hardened him, made him callous and cruel. But that's not true at all.

An ex-warrior yandere who cares so much about preserving life because he knows exactly how fragile and easy it is to take. A huge, scarred, mountain of a man who gets soaked to the waist in the dead of winter to save a drowning kitten. Who holds the shivering, mewling, runt of the litter in his hands with a gentleness you've seldom seen.

An ex-warrior yandere who doesn't even eat meat anymore. Who doesn't accept work slaughtering and butchering pigs when the holiday season comes around, even though folk offer him good money for his strength.

A good man, despite it all. Too good for you.

War is a terrible thing and you end up a prisoner almost entirely on accident. Said to be a spy though you're nothing more than an unlucky commoner who angered the wrong people.

He ends up a prisoner too, hauled off the battlefield when he's too injured to put up a fight. Just another prisoner of war, a dime a dozen. He's thrown into the duke's lockup and forgotten.

Whatever fate had in mind, you end up in the same dungeon. Cells next to each other, with nothing to do but tell stories and shiver.

It's miserable there. The gaolers are cruel for the sake of it. The meals are scant, the drinking water not much better. It's the sort of place where dying is considered the lucky option. And maybe you'd have given in, the both of you. Just closed your eyes and let your bodies waste away.

But unlike so many others, you have each other.

You can't see him and he can't see you. All either of you have is a voice in the dark. And somehow, that's enough.

Maybe you manage to escape together or maybe the Duke is defeated and his prisoners liberated. Whatever the case, he's right by your side when you step into the sun again.

How many years has it been? When was the last time you saw the sky?

You were sweet once. Kind, gentle. But years in the lord's prison have changed you. You're sharp and prickly now, slow to trust and even slower to forgive.

An ex-warrior yandere who sees the hurt under all your layers of indifference. Who decides right then and there, that first moment in the sun, that his one goal in life is to keep you safe.

An ex-warrior yandere who says he'll be your guard until you reach your destination, wherever it may be. You're weak, you're unfamiliar with the changes in the world. Anyone can come along and take advantage of you.

An ex-warrior yandere who follows you with a sort of quiet, implacable devotion. It doesn't matter if you're prickly or sharp tongued or so ruined that you fear your heart is forever frozen over. He'll always be there - two steps behind you to guard your back.

You try to send him away. Try to tell him you didn't need a guard dog. He just looks at you and says he's not going anywhere. Not forceful, but gentle and firm. He isn't leaving you, not when you're so scarred from the war that most days you don't speak more than five words to anyone.

It's baffling. Why does he care about forgotten detritus like you? What good will it do? He's still strong, still handsome despite the scars. He can still have a normal life.

But no. He chooses you.

Chooses to walk with you from one village to the next. Chooses to sleep rough even though folk offer him work. Chooses to endure the rain and the cold and the long nights spent sleeping on hard ground. 

"Why?" you ask him time and again. "Why follow me? Why make me your purpose?"

He looks at you over the fire, a small, slanted smile on his face.

"Why do you think?"

You can't quite manage to puzzle it out, though anyone who sees him at your side can almost immediately tell.

Eventually, you settle down. A broken down old cottage at the edge of the woods. A place the villagers are all too glad to hand over. Better you than the vines, even if your eyes do frighten them.

An ex-warrior yandere who fixes the cottage for you, brick by brick. Who cleans out the overgrown garden and trades his labour to buy you seeds. Violets and lilacs and daffodils. Mint and thyme. All the plants you told him you missed the most when you were locked away.

An ex-warrior yandere who spends his evenings sitting next to you at the hearth, not speaking much, just resting his head on your knees and carving wood. Thinking how lucky he is to have this bit of quiet. That all the years of war and captivity were well worth the price if it means having you.

An ex-warrior yandere who slowly heals the broken parts inside you. Who teaches you to watch the sky and the path of the birds. Who teaches you to breathe deep when the nightmares come. Who sits awake with you when you're too afraid of your past to sleep.

An ex-warrior yandere who tells people in the village that you're his wife, even though you've never even kissed. When you ask him about it, he just shrugs his massive shoulders and says it's safer that way. And it's only the trees that know the truth - he calls you his wife because he likes the way it sounds.

For a while, things are good. You tend your herbs and make your tinctures. For a while, he believes he's put his sword behind him for good.

But your past follows you. The angry lover who called you a spy, maybe. Or a lord who isn't satisfied that his secrets are safe with you still around. Whatever the case, they come at night. Watch you, wait for their chance.

You don't notice them, too focused on your brews and potions.

But he does.

When evening comes, he picks up his wood ax and tells you he wants to bring back a few more branches for the night.

"But we've got plenty. And it's dark."

He smiles then, warmed by your concern.

"I won't be gone long, dove. Just a short walk. Keep the food warm for me."

And it is indeed a short walk. He catches them by surprise, awfully quiet for such a big man. They don't even have time to scream or grab their swords before he's cut them all down.

An ex-warrior yandere who wipes the blood off his face and inspects the blade of his ax.

"Ruined," he sighs. "She'll give me hell for it, I hope you know that."

The cooling corpses have no reply.

An ex-warrior yandere who returns home with a stack of firewood and a bunch of wildflowers.

You take them from him and breathe in their perfume.

"Lovely. Thank you."

That makes him smile again. Look at you, saying thank you. Accepting his gifts. It's been a long road to get here. If he closes his eyes he can still see you on that first day, too bitter and angry to even say please.

The flowers fill your whole cottage with their wild mountain smell, and you don't notice the faint trace of blood underneath the perfume. And if he has his way, you never will.

An ex-warrior yandere who swears off his old life. Who swears off violence and death and blood. Unless it comes to you.

He'll burn villages to ash for you. Cut so many throats he can drink the blood like water. He's a good man, but for you he'll throw it all away.

And those who are stupid enough to try it? To hurt the only good thing he's ever had?

Well, they find out awfully quickly exactly what happened to the Butcher of Brostick. They learn awfully fast that a man can change his name, but it's a much harder thing to change his nature.

An ex-warrior yandere who is the kindest, sweetest man you've ever met. Who doesn't raise his voice or pick fights. Who's always at your side when you need a place to lay your head. Who loves you with the deep, immovable devotion of an oak reaching for the sun.

An ex-warrior yandere who always washes the blood off before he comes home.

[shokocide]

yearner!nanami who, from the moment he laid eyes on you, knew you were meant to be his and he, yours.

you were so sweet to everyone, and that dazzling smile - oh, he was in love. he just had to have you.

he doesn't know what's gotten into him, the usually composed, rigid man suddenly head over heels for the pretty girl next door.

he asks around about you, so desperate to know you - all of you. he finds himself swooning at the very thought of you.

yearner!nanami who finds out you worked at the local bakery and of course all of a sudden he's oh-so-conveniently there every single week just to see you.

yearner!nanami who calls you sweet names whenever he talks to you because he loves the way it tastes on his tongue. and he prays to god that you don't see through the nonchalant facade - wouldn't that be so embarrassing?

yearner!nanami who doesn't know that his so-called 'unrequited love' is reciprocated. yes, of course you had heart eyes whenever you saw him - he was the absolute epitome of a gentleman.

yearner!nanami who finally grows some balls and asks you out and saying he was happy when you agreed would be an understatement. he was over the moon.

and you're glad you accepted, too because he makes that night so magical, it's hard for you to not fall deeper.

he walks you back to your place and it doesn't even take you much thought before you're inviting him in.

yearner!nanami who you find yourself in your bed with in a manner that some would deem inappropriate for a first date but with him - with him everything just felt so right.

oh, and with the way he's worshipping you? yeah, you don't think you're letting him go anytime soon.

yearner!nanami who is convinced that he's had a taste of heaven when he finds himself in between your thighs, laving at your sweetness and your pleasured mewls just spur him on to give you more - oh, anything for you. his large palms keep your legs spread out for him and he delves in for more - he just couldn't get enough.

yearner!nanami who doesn't even know if he's yearning anymore because once he's inside you, it feels like he has everything he could ever wish for. your walls are so snug around him, it's like you were molded to fit him perfectly and he's thanking any god that's listening for this chance he's been given.

he's trying so hard to maintain his composure but you just feel so good around him he thinks he's going to bust just from putting it in.

he finds it in himself to move when you're whining and telling him to 'keep going, please.'

shit, he's gone-

his thoughts are nothing but you, you, you and how he just wants to give you everything you desire and how he's the luckiest man on the planet to be near you. he treats you like you're a privilege because in his mind, he believes that you truly are one.

poor guy is obsessed.

and you are too because the moment he's holding you in his arms, exhausted from your ministrations, lover!nanami is promising you that he's yours alone. do you think it's a bit too soon? nah, you could live by it. it's nanami, after all.

please do not steal, modify, or translate my work.

[littlegreen]

ok everyone hold my hand. let’s do an episode recap. so buck is failing to accept his reality (eddie moving to texas) and failing to cope with all the special feelings of abandonment it’s filling him with. he’s taking it so bad that he’s actively trying to prevent eddie from moving. this results in a whole montage of buck “helping” (not helping) eddie get the house rented where he tells people various things about the neighborhood like this is His House and He Lives Here. all of these potential renters think they’re a gay couple, this isn’t explicitly stated but we can infer this based on it’s the obvious conclusion anyone with eyes would come to. then buck overhears eddie lying to potential renters about not having ties to los angeles. this makes him feel crazy. additionally, throughout the episode there is a stray dog that they are using as a vehicle to Say Things about how both buck and eddie are feeling about having to separate. buck adopts the dog, feeling a kinship to something abandoned by its owner. all of this results in buck trying to make eddie jealous by replacing him with the dog. which works and when buck says he’ll just move into a place that allows dogs eddie says “you’re gonna move for a dog?” the subtext here revealing that eddie wants buck to come to texas with him and is kind of sad that buck hasn’t offered. in a passive aggressive back and forth, buck reveals (“outs him”) to the rest of the 118 that eddie is moving. they are all sad he’s going but understand this is what’s right for his family. buck has a slight coming to god moment where he realizes the way he’s reacting to this whole thing is Not Normal at all. then when buck has to give the dog back to its owners he gives a sad speech about how the dog shouldn’t abandon its people because of how hard it is on them. eddie watches him somberly. later, buck shows up at eddie’s house and eddie initially believes he’s come to sabotage another potential renter and tries to frustratedly explain to buck, in what is not a normal thing to have to say to a friend, that this move is not about him and he has to do what’s best for chris. to which buck is like. absolutely eddie that is so true so that is why i will Live In Your House:) to Help You. actually ive already Broken My Lease:)) which opens the door for many possibilities to destroy buck’s sanity. lest we forget, this is literally what he did with abby. meanwhile maddie is telling a guy who is being framed for child murder that god will forgive him if he kills himself. this is real and it’s all happening on 911 on abc every thursday.