#but I actually don't like angst so

[purplepri]

I'm so thinking about a domestic, cozy Sterek between the time where Stiles breaks up with Lydia and goes away [it turned angsty really fast and I cried while writing this, but I'm also not used to write angst so maybe it's not that bad? Also don't be mad at Stiles?][this also might go onto ao3 with a few alterations and spelling/grammar/dialogue adjustments, I'm MayeTaisho there too]

Like, Stiles has just gotten broken up, he's a little lost, then in comes Derek with a shiny new kid in tow and he begs for Stiles help because he does not know how to raise a kid (not that Stiles does, but the kid does resembles Stiles himself and his dad is still alive, so...)

Stiles starts to visit Derek's house every day, cook for them, help change clothes, bathes, feeds, holds Derek when he's about to break from the pressure and let's Derek hold him when he thinks his life is going nowhere

They forge a routine, and somewhere in that time Stiles begun to spend more time at Derek's place than at home, and he now has a room all of his own, and then he starts sleeping in Derek's room because they talked and talked and it was so late and he just fell asleep

They wake up holding each other more often than not and it makes Stiles heart twist in a weird way

Then, one day, Eli starts calling him papa

And Derek kisses his cheek, and has the nerve to look bashful, eyeing Stiles from under his lashes, and Stiles...

Stiles panics.

He didn't ask for this, for this makeshift family. God, only months ago he was planning on proposing to Lydia, and now he's living the suburban life with Derek and Eli, and it's so fast and so sudden

Then comes the call

The FBI apparently hasn't forgotten about him, so they give him a mission. It's supposed to be a simple thing, but he'll be away for months, maybe more than a year. He accepts.

He was thinking about going away. He was thinking about leaving Beacon Hills behind, finding his place somewhere where the danger came from normal, boring humans. ( It's a lie, he knows full well he could never really leave this life, not when his whole family was still in the thick of it)

He leaves Derek's house when he and Eli go spend a day with Cora, who's visiting from abroad. He takes everything he owns, and by detaching the pieces of himself from the house, the home he came to call his own, he finally breaks something inside him that he doesn't know how to glue back together.

He any tells his father, and by the looks of it he can't hide the way it is destroying him. His dad asks again and again if he's sure, if he thinks that's what he really wants, and when the answer doesn't change, he gets a look of pure sadness mixed with disappoinment.

Stiles knows that what he's doing isn't right, but he leaves a number for his dad to call whenever something serious happens.

And he enters his rented non-descript car and drives.

He never looks back, even when his hearts is screaming to come back to not leave his people, to not throw away this life he's built. He just turns the radio up, grips the steering wheel harder and pretends he's not crying.

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Derek doesn't notice anything strange when he arrives at his house, Eli babbling to Cora behind him. But when he enters the living room, something is different.

They go to Eli's room, where Cora puts him down to play with the toys she's brought to him. His heart is beating fast and loud, and Cora is eyeing him weirdly. He just smiles, telling her he's just going to change and he'll be right back

He pauses on the door to his, their room. Stiles' scent is fresh, just as the scent of tears. He enters the room, eyes closed as if he knows what he's gonna find behind that door. And when he opens them, it's worse than every nightmare he had.

The room is half empty, and he starts to roam the dresser and the closet and the bathroom attached to the room. Everything that's Stiles', everything that hinted at their life together is gone.

His mind is trying to wrap around this, and it feels like a black hole just opened up and sucked half of his heart. In his revery, he lets a singles piece of paper fall to the floor.

It's a note, in Stiles' signature handwriting, messy and salty wet, a simple 'Sorry, I'm going away for an undetermined time, take care!'.

He feels like that black hole just sucked the air out of his lungs, too.

Derek takes his car keys in a hurry, half yelling at Cora to keep an eye on Eli, ignoring when she calls his name.

Driving up to the sheriff's house, he feels a brief sigh of relief escape his lips. He parks the car and hurries to the door, Stiles' fresh scent raising up his hopes.

It all crashes down when the sheriff opens the door, a haunted look on his eyes, tears streaming from his eyes. He looks hollow, like something precious was taken away from him, and Derek...

He collapses.

He only marginally feels the sheriff dropping to the floor with him, holding him fiercely, whispering sorrys and it's okays, sobs coming from the both of them.

It's hours later when he comes home, after a rare heart to heart with the man he has come to see as a father figure in his lonely life. Cora is fuming, but her anger deflates as soon as she sees Derek.

Derek shakes his head when she asks what happened, just asks if Eli is sleeping yet, and hearing the negative he goes see his son.

Hearing him ask for Stiles, for his papa to come read a story to him, and the tears he sheds when Derek explains he'll be away for a while, and no, they can't call him, breaks Derek heart all over again.

He still can't feel any anger towards Stiles, however. If anything, he's angry at himself. What had him expected? That the barely 20 years old would drop everything he's dreamed, his career he fought so hard to get, just for a makeshift family? Derek should be happy Stiles is finally out of this hellhole of a town, away from the danger and the pain. He knows he scared Stiles away, the sheriff himself told he looked terrified when he went to say goodbye.

That night, he calmed down Eli enough that he slept, avoided Cora's questions and went to take her to the airport as soon as the sun was rising.

For a long time, Derek couldn't look himself in the mirror without seeing the monster looking back, the thing that spooked everyone he's ever loved away. The worse part is that it didn't even look like the wolf, just his very normal face looking back at him, void and miserable, until he had to look away.

His insecurities won most nights he's spent awake retracing every single move from those happy, blissful months. He realized he was really fooling himself, Stiles always talking about his future, and Derek always thinking it was implied that future was theirs to share.

Eli kept asking abou Stiles, up until he was nine or ten, when his wolf senses started to regulate with the approaching puberty and he could smell the sheer misery when his dad had to explain again that Stiles wasn't coming back yet. He stopped asking and talking about him altogether until the teenage rebellion started to kick in and then, whenever Derek looked at Eli, all he saw was Stiles. The clothes, the mannerisms, the way of talking. Everything in his son reminded himself of the love he's lost.

The first time Eli took the jeep, Derek had a small moment of panic thinking he was seeing Stiles again, before his senses caught on and he lost it with Eli.

He's tried to be a good dad. He tried to remember how his own parents treated him, threw in a lot of advice from the sheriff and Melissa, and his most asked question on his minds was "what would Stiles do?".

That night, however, he became the young boy who lost his family way too soon and had a lot of anger issues with the world and, mainly, with himself. (To be honest, Derek never felt that he stopped being that boy, just that he got better at hiding that specific ugliness)

He screamed, roared, flashed his eyes. Eli was terrified of him and seeing his own son that way made everything even worse. So he sent Eli to the sheriff's home, where he'd spent the next two weeks before receiving a stern talk down and another heart to heart from the sheriff. He and Eli traded their asks of forgiveness, talked about Stiles openly after almost a decade.

Derek never thought too hard about the effect of Stiles' departure had on Eli. He saw the sadness, but when his son stopped asking, he thought it was all okay.

But he was wrong. Eli had very complicated feelings over those months he barely remembers safe from the sensations of safety and love and warmth. Sometimes, he hated Stiles for leaving.

For that day beyond, Derek and Eli still had their numbs, most of them still being about the jeep, but it felt a little more... Clean. Sincere. Honest.

Sometimes they cried together.

Then, the Nogitsune comes back. Then Derek's instinct of putting himself between any danger and the pack flared up. Then he felt the rush of power through his veins and the heat of fire surrounding him. He imagines he hears Stiles voice, one last time, together with his son's. A smile almost creep up his lips.

Then darkness.

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The call comes when Stiles is drinking his seventh glass of whiskey. He knows is a bad habit, one he himself criticized his dad for indulging.

Life has not became easy after leaving Beacon Hills. He's spent so much time worried about the mythical monsters he wasn't all that ready for the human ones.

Without claws and venom, humans got way too creative. He's seen the worst of the worst, apprehended drug lords, bursted human trafficking rings, saved thousands from having their organs harvested or being shipped away to become some creeps plaything.

Elders, grown men and women, barely legal people, teenagers, and the worst of all, the kids and babies.

Every single little kid he helped come back to a safe place was another memory he had of Eli.

God, Eli is an teenager now, and Stiles can't even imagine how much of a menace he is.

Sometimes he starts to think about those months and has to physically stop himself because that way lies madness, and he'd already been in an mental institution once.

He threw himself at the job to deal with the guilt and the sadness, slowly climbing the ranks until now he mostly deals with paperwork and planning the raids and guiding the investigations.

It's one of those nights where the memories just don't seem to stop, so he resorts to the fail proof remedy of high quality booze. So, he's well into his way to pass out drunk when the cellphone rings. He's half tempted to just ignore but years in the job makes him hesitant. It could be an urgent work thing. He's stopped to think his life could be anything else than that a long time ago.

He accepts the call without even looking at who is calling, throwing a simple garbled "Stilinski" at the speaker.

His dad's voice makes him jump from the sofa. His dad has been respecting his initial desire of distance since day one, so this call...

A chill goes down Stiles' spine. And it doesn't get better any time soon. His dad tells him everything, Allison alive again and the Nogitsune. It's like a nightmare, because Stiles has had more than a handful of them that begun that same way over the years.

He counts his fingers, once and twice, until his fast, shallow breath worries his dad enough that he talks again.

Before his dad worries too much (Stiles doesn't feel deserving of that worry in any way) he controls his panic, pulls down the mask he uses when the job gets a little too much. It's robotic, the way he turns from anxiety to numbness, but it's his way of surviving.

Before the call is over, Stiles has already thrown together a bag with clothes and the essentials, sent a voicemail to his secretary that a family emergency came up, and without sobering up enough he is on his way to Beacon Hills, California.

He drives like a madman, swerving dangerously and speeding way above the limit. He's not worried about his position or jailtime.

But he's still human, however, and after sleeping and almost driving straight into a eighteen wheeler, he decides to take a nap. Two hours of fitful sleep, then, he's back to the driveway.

He reaches California and then Beacon County and he's breaching the limits of Beacon Hills when he feels it.

So far away, on the East Coast, it was easier to ignore his link to this land and it's horrors. But here, he felt almost immediately the darkness that was the Nogitsune. It wasn't as overwhelming as it was when he was possessed, but it sent ringing alarms through his head.

He followed the feeling, fighting the growing despair and the need to just give up and run.

Stiles gets there just in time to see Derek engulfed in flames, the scream coming out of his throat involuntarily. He runs.

If the Nogitsune is surprised to see him, he doesn't show. Suddenly, the whole pack and the monster is looking at him, different reactions all through their faces.

Not that Stiles was aware, his eyes on the charred body at the Nogitsune feet. His throat is not working, eyes blurred with tears, he almost gives up on that moment. But when he looks up to the group of people, his eyes immediately go to the teen amongst them.

His hair is longer. He's tall but not as tall as Stiles is now, and his clothes look like they came off his own wardrobe at that age.

And then rage engulfs him. He's not gonna let this goddamn demon get away with destroying another family, he won't let it separate another child from their parent.

The rush of power he felt that one time, more than a decade and a half before this, curses through his veins again. This time, it's more mature, not exactly filled with urgency of a life and death situation but with a cold, dry anger he can't really hide.

He walks to the demon, desiring that he's not moving. He doesn't. Parrish releases the Nogitsune, barely even touched by the hellflames.

No. It was from fire that it was born, from fire that it fueled its vengeance against the world. Fire wouldn't kill it.

Stiles visualizes the demon freezing, turning to ice and shattering in a million pieces, its energy going back to the space and not returning in this lifetime.

He feels the resistance, the Nogitsune's voice taunting him, telling him it won't work, he's not strong enough, he never was and never will be. But Stiles can see the slight touch of desperation, the small pieces of frost covering some parts of its body.

He uses his hurt, his sadness, his protectiveness. His love. He pushes another wave of belief, of desire, pure and simple, for a life where the Nogitsune and its influence never touched Beacon Hills.

The demon then starts to show him his illusions. He shows Stiles a life Derek built, a loving partner that loved both him and Eli, family dinners with laughter, having more kids, sending them to college, going to adventures together, hosting Thanksgiving with their kids and in-laws and grandchildren. Making love to them, tender and sweet.

But Stiles love for Derek was never one of possessiveness. Stiles love for Derek was something he'd always seen just on TV, never thinking it'd be real. If anything, this future, this happiness for Derek, it's all Stiles wanted. Being him the person to share that or not.

The trick only fuels him. Stiles puts everything he has on that image of cracking ice, and if he has to give everything up for that future he will.

The Nogitsune grits its sharp teeth. Stiles feels the flight tentative before it is even formed and puts down a circle of mountain ash around him

The act makes the Nogitsune flare up in anger. He starts to scream, saying that trick doesn't work on him, that he's a thousand years old and he will not be defeated by children.

Stiles tries not to roll his eyes, mocking the lack of creativity.

Anger on the enemy is good. They are more unpredictable and a lot more subject to dumb mistakes.

That's what happens when the Nogitsune tries to step out of the circle. His hand, that he raised in front of his body, touches the invisible barrier and starts to freeze.

The demon scream, in pain or anger Stiles doesn't know. He uses the window of distraction and pushes the belief again, and slowly, the Nogitsune finally starts to freeze completely. He takes a blue hue over its bandages, a agonizing scream piercing the air.

Stiles collapses just as the ice cover the demon completely, just a few meters from it. He's on his knees, holding up by his arms, and he feels the Nogitsune testing its new icy prison.

If only Stiles had the forces to go and kick the thing until it was smaller than snow drops by his feet. But as it was, he was just strong enough to hold on, hoping the other would see the opportunity and take it.

He's almost losing conscience when it happens, but he swears the wolf is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Black, silky fur, and blood-red eyes glowing, a dangerous mouth that closes around the Nogitsune's neck, powerful teeth breaking the ice and the prisoner held within.

Relief makes Stiles lose his last strength, faceplanting on the ground. He's breathing harshly, but not yet in danger to losing conscience.

The spark is like a muscle, he thinks, and I just tried to pull a full circuit after spending a decade only sitting in front of the TV and munching on fries and burgers.

Strong hands turn his body so he's looking up, and a face, a beautiful, beautiful face is looking down at him, eyebrows just as expressive as always. He smiles.

"Hey, Derek."

"That's all you have to say for yourself? What the fuck, Stiles!"

"Language," a voice interrupts. Stiles almost loses the small amount of air on his lungs.

"Eli," he smiles. The boy is a grown up, looking at both his dad and Stiles with confusion and weariness.

"Hi, Stiles."

Something about that exchange makes Derek snort.

"You both are ridiculous."

"You love us, anyway," Stiles says before his mind catches up with his tongue.

"I do," Derek tugs his son to kneel by his side, tucking him under his arm, the other hand touching the side of Stiles' face. "I really, really do."

"Derek, I..."

"We will talk tomorrow," Derek shushes him with a finger on his lips. Stiles can't seem to turn away from the view in front of him, Derek and Eli like a dream, together and alive and safe.

They stay quiet, happily ignoring the rest of the pack around them, a bubble of pure bliss.

"Dad, you're naked."

Both Stiles and Derek snort, but Derek's turn into a sob and Stiles realizes he's crying.

"Derek... De..." He tries to raise his hand, clean the tears, pull him into a hug, anything, but his limbs felt like lead and the world spins in uneven circles. "I think I... I'm gonna pass out."

And he does.

Stiles wakes up in a hospital bed, and his dad is holding his hand. They talk and talk and talk until Melissa comes in to give his meds and then he sleeps a lot more. The rest of the pack comes too, talk to him, even Lydia. She looks like she sees a ghost everytime she looks at him, but at least she's looking at him, which is more than what she did on their last few days as couple.

When Scott is exiting the room, he and Derek cross paths. A strange stare contest happens, and Scott is the first to look away.

When the newest True Alpha of Beacon Hills sits down by Stiles side, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"What was that?"

"I'm an Alpha again, a True one at that, in the land my family ruled for centuries. Scott knows that in this situation, and since I'm older, he might feels the pull to defer to me. Not that that means anything, my pack consisting of just Eli and I."

"And me."

The look Derek sends him is extremely vulnerable, open in a way Stiles hasn't seen since the day of the pool during the kanima debacle.

"I didn't want assume..."

"Hey, I'm done running, okay? I'm not promising I'll be perfect, it's been more than a decade since I last been on a pack or in a relationship, but I'm done running from you, from this," Stiles takes the soft hand Derek has on top of the sheets in his hospital bed. "From us."

"That's so much more than I've ever dreamed."

"It's barely even what you deserve, Derek. We'll also talk about your self-sacrificing tendencies and my he ability to run. And Eli. And also my job. God, what a mess..."

Derek shushes him.

"Hey, we have time, ok?"

"Yes, we do."

They share a smile, and it feels so much like a dream Stiles sighs. That night, when Derek has gone home to Eli, he sleeps better than ever.

[arttsuka]

Some past fiddlestan? (Like Ford just went through the portal. He gone now. Past. Yk?)

The mystery misery yaoi

[mintjeru]

companionship and understanding happy pride from my beloveds!!

open for better quality | no reposts

[telleroftime]

"Vessel" doesn't seem like a word to me anymore... anyways Sukuna is very OOC me thinks, but happy comfort means everything to me ,,,

Warnings: Mentions of the general effects of depression; implied eating disorder, insomnia, self deprecating thoughts, self sabotage. (Nothing caused by Sukuna)

Sukuna x Vessel!Reader where, for one reason or another, you are forced to consume some of his fingers. Maybe it was a dare your friends threw at you or maybe it was an order from the the Jujutsu higher ups. Either way, you consume them. Of course, Sukuna thinks you're going to be an easy person to take over and control. A measly human? You're not that strong and yet your soul is just a little too hard to overpower.

Sukuna x Vessel!Reader where he tries to sabotage you. One way or another, he wishes to weaken you. He will take over your body... or so he thinks. He tries to mess with your sleep but you already had it pretty bad. He tries to mess with your eating but you already weren't doing too great. Nothing works because you were already sabotaging yourself before Sukuna came into the picture.

Sukuna x Vessel!Reader where your soul still isn't giving in and he cannot afford to switch vessels. No one had caught his eye as worthy enough and with the fact that he can't even force control onto you, he has no way of switching anyway. So now he has to desperately try and keep you functioning. At least long enough for a solid plan to form.

Sukuna x Vessel!Reader where he forces you to eat and drink and sleep because he'd be damned if your body gives out on him. He'll try and tease you into it, but when he notices that doesn't work he'd come up with some sort of excuse. He's not a liar, he's never been a liar, and yet he's barking out a "I need to eat too" like he's a desperately starved dog. "Let me have a taste," "cook me something," "there's two of us so eat it." It's so demeaning for him to have to say that, but you will live for his sake.

Sukuna x Vessel!Reader where he originally made your dreams a living hell, suffering is his forte after all, but now he feels your body weaken. He can feel your hazy mind, your sluggish movement, your tired eyes. He doesn't like it. He'll stop the nightmares if it means you won't break.

"Oi, wretch, sleep if you're so tired. I ain't dragging this body to bed for you." // "You'll just torment me so what's the point?" // "Would you rather I tuck you in? Sleep."

Sukuna x Vessel!Reader where he's been watching you long enough he ends up picking up when your thoughts end up bothering you. He hates it. The way you just stop and freeze? He finds it such a troublesome 'weakness' and so incredibly dull. Your misery isn't caused by him and he has to watch it regardless? He nags you so much that you have no time to think of anything negative.

Sukuna x Vessel!Reader where he keeps on using the excuse of needing an adequate host. "I have no use for someone so weak, so eat/drink/breathe to not disappoint me". In reality, he has started to fret over you. He's worried, especially as the only place he can truly look you eye to eyes is when he personally drags you into his soul. Where you see him through a reflection of yourself.

Sukuna x Vessel!Reader where he finally finds a different body. Someone far more befitting his needs. Someone far more adequate to house his soul. Not you. It happens right at the moment that you let him in too. Where the eventual banter you two share is far better than the memory of his terror. You know you shouldn't, but have grown to like his company. Which is what allows him to finally take over your body and switch.

Sukuna x Vessel!Reader where your head feels suddenly so... empty. He's gone and you know it and everything is just so quiet. Unbearably so. You probably would have gone back on your bad habits too if it weren't for him. Your soul was alone, yes, but he didn't leave. He came back, like a dog to its owner.

Sukuna x Vessel!Reader where he's so much firmer now. It was one thing having his voice in your head but now you see him in front of you, a body other than yours. His gaze is firm and intense as if even beyond your mind he can still hear your thoughts. Bringing you food, tossing you things. Indifferent in everything but his actions.

Sukuna x Vessel!Reader where the King of Curses has taken a liking to you and comes back to stay, at least for a little while.

[greenwriterplaidbow]

Tragic Accident

AKA the events that lead to the Human Connection series

Logan Howlett x Reader with injury related memory loss

Word count: 2.5K 3.8K after revisions

Author’s note: I do in fact have more! (I would like to thank this person for your patience, I started this when you sent this in but left it half done because of finals). Still inspired by Pandapetals’ memory loss fic. This is what led to the accident and when Logan actually saw the wreckage of an accident (because I apparently can’t just be content with being happy!). It’s kind of from his perspective? Still written in second person though.

Warnings: Major angst, stupid argument, car wreck, drunk driver (not Logan or the reader), reader refered to as she/her and Logan’s wife

Everything started in your home office. It was the busy season for teachers: checking that you taught the whole curriculum; assigning and then grading final projects; parent-teacher meetings. That night you were up grading group projects that had been turned in early. It was midnight when Logan walked into the room. It was one of many late nights you had recently. The two of you tended to be night owls anyways but this many nights without more than 4 hours of consecutive sleep was starting to get to you both. It wasn’t obvious but you could see it in the small details of your relationship. The way there was less exchanged affection. The way you helped each other with little things less. The way the physical space between you emphasized the growing separation. Logan had been laying in bed before he entered the office. He walked in and put his hands on your shoulders, maybe a little less gently than he normally would have.

“Babyy, why haven’t you come to bed yet?” You brought your hand up and softly rubbed his.

“Sorry hon, I just want to get these done tonight. This is the last one.”

“It can’t wait until tomorrow?” You spun your chair around to face him.

“It could.. But if I finish them as they come in, I’ll be done before finals week so I can spend more time with you!”

“You could spend more time with me now if you just came to bed-”

“I know, I know. But these kids finished it early, they’re already on pins and needles waiting for an answer, I shouldn’t make them wait longer than I need to. And you should be asleep already anyways, this was the one night this week you can actually get to bed at a decent time.”

“Tried. It’s always harder without you.” You stood up and brushed a hand through his hair.

“Poor baby. It won’t be much longer. I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

“I’ll just stay in here with you then.”

He walked over to his own desk and sat down across from you, watching as you finished grading. It was 10 minutes before Logan spoke up again.

“You almost done?”

You sigh and run your hands through your hair.

“Nope, not quite. Go to bed, I’ll only be a little longer.”

“I.. Yeah alright.”

He shook his head then got up and walked out. His jaw was tense as he paused at the door like he was going to say something. Apparently he decided against it and closed the door on the way out with a sigh.

He lays in bed. Staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Logan had felt neglected before, just not usually by you. He was plenty used to being ignored or abandoned. It had happened before but this time was supposed to be different. You’d always been there before. You’d been through so much together. It was only now it felt like you were drifting away. You’re a busy person, he knows that. You’re always eager to help out in any way you can. From one-on-one training or tutoring with struggling students to filling in for a fellow teacher. You were always there for everyone else. But now it seemed to him that you were giving your time to anyone but him. It seemed like you were trying to avoid him. He thought back to the last few weeks. He’d twice tried to set up a date night with no success, the most recent attempt was the week prior.

He had caught you in between classes, preparing for the next lecture in an empty room.

“Heyy, I was thinking. It’s been a while: do you want to go out tonight?”

“I wish I could but I’m helping Jean tonight, some lab thing she’s trying to figure out. I’m honestly flattered she asked me-” You stopped yourself when you saw the look on his face, his eyes now avoiding yours as he pretended to study the ground. “I’m sorry Lo, I thought I told you on Monday.”

“No- it’s alright. I understand.. I’ll see you later though?”

“Yes. She said that she shouldn’t need me past 8 o’clock.”

You walked in the door at ten.

“Hey,” Logan said half heartedly from the couch as you came up the stairs. He didn’t know how late you’d be until you called at nine to tell him that things went well enough that Jean wanted to repeat the experiment to see if it was a fluke.

“Hey.. I’m sorry, I know I said I’d be home sooner. I’ll make it up to you.” You cupped his face and kissed the bridge of his nose. “We could go out this weekend?”

“No, I’m helping Scott fix his bike; and with Scott, that’ll be an all weekend project.”

“Next weekend then. We’ll find time. We always do.” Your tone was very matter-of-fact as you sat down next to him. He put an arm around your shoulders and you nuzzled into his chest as you leaned into him.

“Yeah. I know. I just hate feeling like I never see you anymore. I know you didn’t know that was going to happen but you could have waited to rerun everything on a different night..”

“Yeah.. I guess we’re just too popular” You said, trying to joke about the situation to relieve some of the tension between you. It worked for the time but Logan still didn’t feel good about it. He felt like you just pushed aside his feelings. Just laughing it off to avoid an actual conversation.

The thought brought him back to the present moment. He went back into the office, unsure of exactly how much time had passed since he left. He walked around to his side, sat at his desk and faced you. You looked up from what you were doing but he spoke before you could.

“It feels like we never just spend time together anymore and I want to talk about it.” You push your work aside and turn to face him more directly. He leans forward with his forearms on his desk.

“I only have one section left to read then leaving overall feedback. Can we talk about it tomorrow?”

“No, you always do this. I want to talk about it. I don’t want you to keep pushing me aside. What happened with us? Why do you spend your time everywhere else but with me?!”

“Logan I-”

“No, I know you care about your students but you don’t even look at me anymore.”

“Okay.. A bit of an exaggeration but yeah, I mean that’s the job. Come on, you’re a grown up. I thought you could handle a little less attention than what you’re used to.”

“You can just say it. I’m the least important thing in your life.”

“Oh don’t be dramatic. You’re still impor-”

His hand loudly hit the desk, making you jump.

“Stop doing that! Stop brushing me off!” He sighed and looked away. “Fuck- Ok, I just- Whatever, I’ll be in the kitchen.” He stood up and walked out. You didn’t try to stop him.

You put your face in your hands. You could admit, things had been stressful lately. Things had just been busy. Apparently after five years of being married, you had been putting Logan on the backburner more than you thought. But he had done the same with you hadn’t he? That’s just how it was sometimes. Why was he so upset about it this time? What changed? After a few minutes of letting him cool down, you sighed and got up to follow him to the kitchen. The only light in the open room was the soft glow of the hanging kitchen lights. He was sitting at the table with his hand in his hair. He looked up as you walked in.

“You always push me aside for everything else.” You came to apologize but now that felt more difficult than anything. Something about the way he said it gave you the urge to defend yourself. Maybe it was pride, maybe it was a lack of sleep. Either way, you pushed back.

“You act like I purposefully ignore you-”

“Sometimes, I wonder if you do!”

“Okay don’t put this all on me. We’re both busy. That’s just how it is right now, I don’t know why you have a problem with it all of the sudden.”

“You don’t know?! You don’t know because you never listen to me.”

“Oh I never listen to you?”

“Yes. I listen to you, I-”

“No no no no no. If you listened to me, you’d already know when I’m not going to be home. Because I actually make plans before the night of.”

“This again? I swear you never told me-”

“Whatever- that’s not going to get us anywhere. If you really want to talk, let’s talk about how you can be as busy with your students as you’d like but as soon as I do, then it’s a problem.”

“That’s not true!”

“Sure it is! But you’re a man, you can meet up with whoever you want. You know, I’m a woman so I should just be grateful that you let me have a job at all, right?”

“Why are you making this a sexism thing? When have I ever said anything like that to you?”

“You haven’t, but-”

“Exactly. I haven’t. Because I don’t think like that. Just because that was okay when I was growing up, doesn’t mean I’m like that. You know I’m not like that!”

“I thought so but sometimes, I’m not so sure.”

“And you don’t bring that up? You know you can talk to me- I’m not like you, I’m not just going to keep putting it off so we never talk about something you have a problem with.”

“When the hell have you brought up any of this before tonight?”

“I haven’t had the chance to because anytime there’s even a hint of a problem you just make it into a joke.”

“I didn’t realize I was doing that, maybe if you brought things up when they happened then we wouldn’t need to get to this point!”

“Yeah it’s all my fault, like everything else.”

“Oh, really defending your argument there- I’m so glad we didn’t wait to talk!” You started to pace around the area next to where he stayed seated. Walking between the table where he was and the counter off to his left.

“That is not fair. If we put it off again we would never have this conversation.. And this isn’t just about me ‘not getting attention,’ this is about you. This isn’t good for you. You need to get more sleep.”

“Oh but you’re just fine going without sleep, you’re the mighty Wolverine.”

“That’s not- No! Actually- Fine, you’re right. I am the wolverine, you don’t have the same mutation-”

“Maybe it doesn’t affect you as much, but it sure as hell still affects you. You’re still a human being Logan! I know my limits, you don’t need to hover, telling me to come to bed- It’s just a reminder of how slow I am- And it completely throws me off-”

“Don’t act like I’m not allowed to worry about you-”

“You’re allowed to worry, but that doesn't mean I’ll have any less-”

“Would you stop cutting me off?” He shouted the words through half gritted teeth. You took a step back. Logan never shouted at you, he barely ever raised his voice when you had disagreements. Your eyes flashed to the floor to avoid the intensity of his gaze.

“S-sorry.”

“I just-” He said your name quietly under breath and a hand went up to squeeze the bridge of his nose. “I just want to be how we were. I just want some of your time. I at least want you to pretend like you like me.”

“I do like you.” Your muscles that tense when he shouted had now relaxed and you could hear a nip of attitude in your own voice.

“But you don’t act like it! Not anymore at least. You act like me being in your life is an inconvenience.” His voice was consistently raised now. You let out a small laugh.

“God, you are so dramatic! Please get some sleep, you’re acting like a child who hasn’t had a nap. You’re worse than half the freshman students right now.”

“For fucks sake, would you just listen to what I’m saying for a minute? Actually listen and process what I’m saying. Why can’t you just take me seriously?!”

“Because I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“JUST TALK TO ME”

He stood up and yelled the phrase louder than he meant to. Again, you took a few steps back. His large frame still intimidatingly towered over you.

“That- that’s all I want from you! A real conversation.”

You start walking back to the bedroom. Logan tried to follow you.

“I need some space-” Logan stopped.

“Yeah, go. Keep avoiding me.” You sighed but kept walking into the bedroom. You grabbed your phone, keys, and wallet, putting them into a mostly empty messenger bag that was currently easier to get to than a purse. You threw on a jacket then left your bedroom. You walked past your husband in the kitchen.

“We both need to cool off. I’m going to stay at the school tonight.”

“Fine, go.”

“Good night”

“.. Night.”

Right before heading out the door; keys in one hand, the other on the doorknob. You sigh and turn around then walk back to him. He’s leaning on the kitchen counter, facing away from you.

“Hey,” he turns around.

You hit his chest lightly before grabbing the collar of his shirt and kissing him forcefully. You kept your eyes closed and your face close to his as you spoke.

“You are so frustrating.”

“I know.. Try talking to you.” You sighed quietly.

“..I love you”

“I.. I know.” A little sadder that time. He held onto the counter that was now behind him to keep himself from giving in to you. You kissed him again, much more softly this time.

“Drive safe..” He whispered as you pulled away. You nodded and left.

Hearing the sounds of the garage door open then shut was enough to make him start feeling guilty for not saying ‘I love you’ back. You were fighting, sure, but he did still love you.

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Logan went to bed but he couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned for almost an hour, listening to the soft taps of rain on the window until his phone rang. He answered it without looking, confident that you must be calling to talk or to apologize.

“What? Calling to apologize-” Annoyance dripping from tone.

“Sir, I’m a paramedic. Is this Logan Howlett?” He was caught off guard.

“What? Yes, yes that’s me. Why are you calling?” He sat up, a sense of dread creeping in.

“I’m with your wife right now, your information was in her wallet-”

The paramedic explains that you were in an accident and you’re going to be taken to a nearby hospital. You’re unconscious but they’re working on stabilizing you. He explains that as soon as you get there you’ll be taken to surgery.

“Most likely she’ll be in for a few hours and even when she’s out, it’ll still be a while before the anesthetic wears off. I know you’re freaking out right now but- Listen man, if it were me; I’d take a minute to process everything. Pack a bag: comfortable clothes, a book, crossword puzzles- just things that’ll make her comfortable while she has to stay there to be monitored. It’ll give you a sense of purpose, because you can’t do anything right now anyways, and it keeps you from having to leave her later when she is awake.”

“Yeah. Yeah alright. I’ll do that” They exchanged the remaining information then hung up. As he was doing what the paramedic instructed when he got another call. This was from the police. He was informed that he could come to the scene and retrieve anything valuable from the car before it was towed. It had been moved into a nearby church parking lot for the time being, that’s where he was told to go.

“Do you know what caused the accident? What happened?”

“Yeah, the other guy ran a red light. Didn’t even slow down. Because of the angle of the intersection and how fast he was going, she probably didn’t even see him until after the collision. He’s been arrested already, we’re waiting until he sobers up to ask him more about what happened, he wasn’t very intelligible. We know he was drinking but by the way he’s acting we think he’s on something else too.”

“Jesus..”

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He pulled into the small parking lot, marked by a sign stating there was an extra church service for Easter that had yet to be taken down. There he saw another truck. It was black and lifted and had more than a few dents that were clearly from screwing around rather than actual work. The front was basically caved in but the damage was minor, especially compared to what your car looked like. It was almost half of the size it used to be, completely crushed in on the drivers side.

“She’s lucky, you know.” Logan looked up, searching for the source of the voice through the pouring rain. A firefighter walks over.

“Usually people don’t survive accidents like this but the collusion happened more towards the back.. You’re family, right?”

“Uh yeah,” He held up his left hand, “Husband.”

“Yeahhh. Don’t worry about her. Her chances are looking good right now.”

“There’s more blood than I thought there would be.” He could smell it when he pulled up but getting this close he could see that it was yours; the other driver hadn’t been injured nearly as bad. He was hating his heightened senses that made it feel like the smell of iron was surrounding him.

“Oh yeah, there was a lot more in the street before the rain washed most of it away.” Logan looked increasingly nervous.

“So you came to get things from the vehicle?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Well there’s a lot of broken glass so if you need me or my colleagues to grab anything, just let us know.”

“No, I’ll be alright. Thanks.”

“No problem. We’ll just be talking with the officers if you change your mind.”

He got closer to your car, or what was left of it. Your keys had been pulled out of the ignition but were sitting on the dashboard. He picked them up and tried to ignore the blood and focus on where you usually leave things.

“Glove box, everybody keeps things in the glove box.” he thought aloud, quietly.

He walked around to the passengers side. Upon opening the door he saw your bag on the floor, sitting upright. Your phone and wallet were still inside although your ID and emergency sheet were separate. He assumed the first responders had opened your wallet to find such information. Logan picked up the bag and opened the glove box. He took everything out, placing it into the bag. Lucky for him, you didn’t keep much in your car. He took down the stuffed animal you kept on your dashboard and grabbed your blanket from the trunk. He threw the few other things you kept in your car into your bag then went to his own vehicle. An officer stopped him to talk to him about more details but his mind was only on you. None of the other details mattered if you weren’t okay.

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The drive to the hospital was silent. His thoughts were distracting enough. Logan felt like the drive was twice as long as it should have been. It felt like he was holding his breath the whole drive. He spoke quietly, trying to comfort himself.

“She’s going to be okay. She is tough. Fuck, of course she’s tough, look at who she married. Look at who she agreed to put up with..” His fists tightened around the steering wheel.

He pulled into the hospital’s visitors parking lot. He tried to steady his breathing before grabbing the backpack the paramedic recommended packing and heading inside. He didn’t even remember talking to the receptionist who told him which floor to go to for the right waiting room. But here he sat. Bouncing his leg anxiously. Waiting for you to get out of surgery. It was longer than he thought it’d take but eventually, a nurse came to talk to him.

You were out of surgery but you would still remain asleep, they were putting you in a medically-induced coma. There was too much trauma to the brain and this was the best option. They said you wouldn’t be under for longer than a week and offered to call him before waking you up but he insisted on staying by your side. The staff was admittedly concerned for him, he almost never slept. He just sat beside you. Waiting.

After almost four days, the tests suggested that they could stop the drugs inducing the coma. Your levels and brain activity showed that it was safe to do so. They warned him there would be side-effects from it and temporary memory loss was a possibility. Among other things. What they didn’t prepare him for was the time between stopping the drugs and you waking up. For some patients it was almost instantly. For you it was several hours.

The moment they stopped your IV drip to the moment you were conscious again, he didn’t let go of your hand. After the first hour he had resorted to quietly begging you to wake up, asking you not to leave him like this. As you woke up, that’s what you heard.

“-and I won’t complain about your stupidly long hours. Please. I’m sorry. Please wake up.” He called you a nickname you hadn’t heard before. Or at least one you didn’t remember. “Please- I know I’m dumb, I need you to wake up. I need you to know how sorry I am. And- and I never should have let you leave the house without telling you how much I loved you. I was upset and I wasn’t thinking. Please. I’m so sorry.”

As you woke up, your eyes fluttered open and you tried to get familiar with your surroundings. When you made a noise and moved your hand, Logan looked up at you in surprise. He jumped up from where he sat to gently hug you and tell you how much he loved you. He pressed the button for the nurse, as he had been instructed to. From there, he found out about your memory. You found out about the accident. You were both disappointed and a little scared. Logan has an overwhelming sense of guilt about what happened and you don’t even know what happened or if he played a role in it. In an ironic twist, he'd finally get to spend more time with you. Just not in a way he ever would have wanted.

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Second author's note: sorry if the argument isn't great, uhh definitely looking for feedback for improvement there. I was trying to make it both characters fault but idk. Also first attempt at a mood board for the fic. Idk if I like it, I may take it down, we'll see.

Okay it's been revised. I think it is a significant improvement but it's still no where near perfect. Stayed up until 6am making revisions because apparently, I'm allergic to sleep! And also joy as jt seems! But no rest for the wicked I guess: I have my immunology final project due in 8 hours and it is been severely neglected. Anyways thanks for your time... again I guess for some of you.

Taglist: @kemi707 @klwrites @fluff-lover @a-leg-without-fear @aoi-targaryen @vofriviasblog @jupiter-sky @crypt1dcat @karencaribou

[merakiui]

Okay speaking of magical girls.... Evil villain tako that has a crush on the cute magical girl at NRC but he doesnt know shes the magical girl that's trying to thwart his evil plan of taking over sage's island mwhaha

YES YES YES. And every week he gets his ass handed to him. You're determined to keep Sage's Island safe!!!! He's trying to get to know you through the fights. The (one-sided) sexual/romantic tension is too much. Tako who flirts at every chance during your fights... you genuinely want to take him out (defeat him), but he wants to take you out (on a date). And it's so obvious he's down bad for you, but you have no idea he's Azul Ashengrotto (your fellow classmate) and he has no idea of your identity either. Azul's trying to balance his love for the magical girl he fights on weekends and his darling classmate who he sees during the week hehe. How fortuitous that they are the same person.

Please imagine that trope where the villain ensnares the hero in tentacles, but it ends up looking more erotic than threatening....... orz evil villain tako whose tentacle is holding you upside down by the ankle and he's monologuing about how he'll take over the island and you'll get to watch, powerless against him. But then he looks at you and your skirt has flipped up and he's granted a gratuitous panty shot!!!!!!! Tako who gets a nosebleed on the spot. He's such a loser pervert. <3

Omg omg or you're squirming in the tentacles and ranting about how you'll get him for this, but Azul's trying so hard not to give into the horny thoughts because the way the tentacles are looped around you and squeezing is so attractive to him.

Like that one scene where Stocking's fighting the octopus ghost LOL.

[shima-draws]

Me: BRO. Can you imagine if Luffy activated Gear 5 2 years earlier at Marineford

AO3: Hey boo I gotchu

Me: AY-YO????

[allastoredeer]

The Egg Bois have no one to take orders from after Sir Pentious dies. Then they see Lucifer and immediately follow him around and unlike Alastor who didn't like being tailed by the annoying yappy yokes, Lucifer is enthralled by them because they are like little ducklings forming a line as if Lucifer is their mother

One egg boi, Frank, is the only one that stuck to Alastor, and Al makes it clear he wants him to go away but Frank stays with him. One time when Al was cooking, Frank asked if he could help and Al thought for a moment, grinned, picked up the egg, and plopped him in the boiling pot. Unfortunately, Frank did not hard boil, in fact, he enjoyed the hot bath, and the rest of the egg bois ran inside as Lucifer entered the kitchen and screamed in horror at the display but the rest of the eggs hopped around Al's feet, pulling at his trousers asking to join the bubble bath.

FRANK STAYING WITH ALASTOR IS SO CUTE MY HEART JUST EXLODED

Alastor trying to boil Frank is just fogjwenweln 🤣 I can see that. The fact that it's not working AND Frank's enjoying himself AND the other eggbois want to join in makes it all so much better.

Also, the other eggbois following Lucifer around like ducklings 🥺 that's adorable.

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Dead Soulmates

This is probably the only soulmate au I'll ever do so enjoy

Soulmate au where your soul mark turns black when your soulmate dies

Danny and Jason are soulmates. The problem? Both of their soul marks are black. Sure, they came back, but not in a typical way, so each thinks the other is dead

So what do we get? Longing. Two guys longing for a love they thought lost to them, thinking tenderly of a future they don't think they could have, even without the added craziness of their lives. Standing on rooftops, smoking in the cold november air, their breath indistinguishable from the smoke, their spent cigarettes flicked off the edge like discount shooting stars, lamenting their fates, probably to each other for the dramatic irony of it all

they both get it. The quiet kind of grief, longing for somebody they never got the chance to know, thinking about how things could have been different, how the should have been different. That understanding is what draws them towards each other

and then? Jason sees Danny's mark, Jason shows his own, they stare at each other, silent for a moment, before arms wrap around the other, lips pressed together, and quiet tears fall like rain to the rooftop beneath their feet

longing, angst, and then happy ending

and you can thank this song for inspiring the mood for this

[fallen-mario-bros-au]

Aight just a warning I'm pretty new to Tumblr and I'm DEFINITELY new to making AUs so I'm pretty nervous to post anything here but I figured I'd just rip the band-aid off.

FIRST POST HYPE!! :D

Anyways I love Mario and I love Undertale and I NEEDED TO COMBINE THEM LEGALLY so I decided to make an au about it! Dunno if I'm actually going to do anything serious with this, I mostly just want to imagine cute shenanigans with my favorite characters and whatnot, but who knows? Maybe I'll actually try to give this a proper plot

So here's the basic info:

- Mario and Luigi, in the midst of trying to chase down Bowser, who has just kidnapped the princess again, somehow wind up far away from the Mushroom Kingdom and on Mt. Ebott. Where, of course, they fall into the underground.

- All the monsters are pretty much their canon counterparts (at least, my best interpretation of them 💀)

- Mario ends up discovering he has the power to reset/load/save/etc, but Luigi does not. This is because Mario has the most determination to get out of here and save the princess

- Toriel isn't quite as overprotective of them as she would be if they were a literal child like Frisk, but she is still very motherly towards them because it's just kinda who she is. She would probably be concerned about them potentially attacking the monsters so she might make them promise not to hurt anyone. I still don't think she would want them to leave because Asgore would take their souls

- Honestly mostly this is just an excuse for the Mario Bros and the Skelebros to hang out XD

- the thing that is really interesting is that Mario and Luigi are not 1, but 2 humans, which means only one of their souls would be needed to break the barrier. This ends up becoming a real issue but I could see it being resolved in a few ways.

1. one of the bros self sacrifices so the underground goes free (much to the dismay of the other, and also my heart would break haha)

2. They decide to just stay in the underground instead of going home (but they would be pretty sad about it because oh no their kingdom is still in danger

3. ??? IDK tbh

- Since Mario can load saves, he's just constantly in this angsty cycle of trying to keep his bro from getting killed off ;;

- Not sure if Mario could keep the resets secret for long since Flowey would taunt them about it, but he definitely would be pretty closed off about it, especially to Luigi. He does NOT want Luigi to know about the horrible things he's seen

-ofc cut to Luigi being confused as heck as to why Mario seems to already know what's going to happen.

- they have cute sweaters because I said so

- not sure how omega fight would work, but either way Mario would have to fight to save both of them (probably all by himself :c)

- I want them to eventually do true pacifist but IDK how it would work so I'm not gonna think about it too hard rn

- Mario and Undyne having a friendly rivalry about who's the most heroic

- sans trying to convince them they could just stay in the underground and they're like "no we have to save the tiny mushroom people" and he's like "ur just like my bro fr"

- monster speculation about the purpose of mustaches

- It would be kinda funny if they had the firebrand and thunderhand since... Like... Humans aren't supposed to be able to do magic

- "are you sure you're humans? You're so small"

- *confused Italian noises*

Also here's some assorted doodles (I know the quality sucks 😭)

[lodessa]

Started something . . .

“But really . . .” she says after a long silence, not lifting her cheek from its resting place against his chest, “Did you?”

A dozen teasing answers spring to mind, but here: alone and stripped of all armor, the last thing he wants to do is to put a wall up. So he runs his fingertips back down her bare spine, soaking in the reality of Kathryn: here in his arms at long last and replies simply: “No.”

Why do you say that like you’re embarrassed?” she questions, turning her face to look up into his, while staying wrapped close against him for the most part.  “Do you have something more shameful to tell me than what you apparently didn’t do while stuck alone on that planet with my hologram?”

Kathryn’s voice is curious, no hint of accusation or resentment to be found.  She can be a jealous mistress, this woman he loves with his entire being, but that apparently doesn’t extend to whatever she was imagining might have passed between him and her hologram.

It is a fair question.  It isn’t like the thought never occurred to him. It’s not even like holoJaneway (yes, he still insists on thinking of her that way, never holoKathryn) hadn’t broached the topic.  (That’s irony for you, isn’t it? All the years the two of them spent talking around it, but he’s had dozens of conversations about himself and Kathryn with her holographic facsimile.)  He spent a decade with only holoJaneway for comfort and he wouldn’t even let himself truly have that.

“It sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?” he has to admit.  “But as much as having that little imitation sliver of you kept me going, kept me alive . . . I think it would have hurt more than it would have helped to pretend like that.”

I didn’t deserve the comfort, a voice inside of him adds.  Not after what happened to my crew, to Adreek . . . Not knowing I could never come back to you and you might never know why.

“Noble,” she bites her lip with a smile. “Principled. Honorable. Long suffering.”

And with that, Kathryn shifts her weight to roll more evenly on top of him, beginning to crawl her way up.

“I felt more like I was being a petulant child sometimes,” he admits.  “Refusing comfort, taking my own frustrations out on an imperfect copy for not actually being you.”

Which isn’t exactly the romance hero answer, but that’s kind of the point.  He’s here now, running his fingers through the bits of gray in Kathryn’s hair.  She’s real and can be too, finally.   This isn’t some hallucination, some fantasy temptation to pristine to be true.  He looks up into her smile lined face and his regret is that he wasn’t there to see every millimeter of them forming.

[fadelsburger]

The way Thame is healing Po is so beautiful to watch intentionally or not. Po got used, ignored, hurt and left alone in the end after all he's done for his ex which left scars on him... Po helped create the logo for his ex, he got ignored and betrayed by his ex and after he pushed his ex's career he got abandoned which made him really insecure and overthink a lot of things. the way he got called being useless. and my boy here thame which is not a green flag he's the whole green forest is healing him in a way and doing things what his ex made wrong. Thame asked Po to help him get his members back and yes he's doing it in every way he can. when thame made up with jun and didn’t contact po while po overthought and wanted to write him again and again only for thame to show up at his workplace to remember EVERY SINGLE DIGIT in order not to forget the phone number again. when thame asked for the sandwich and asked again if po could bring some because it was delicious while he brought lunch to his ex and the sandwitches got left on the table. the recent episode when po glued the paper with the lyrics together which costs him probably a lot of time to actually find it.

Jun's words made him insecure that he indeed would be abandoned again yet he still showed up at the rap bar only to see how good thame is with his members one by one. which played a lot to his more existing insecurity. that the whole trauma he went through would replay again... the overthinking at home why thame didn't called or responded. but then thame called to apologize because he knows how po overthinks everything and wants to clear all the doubts and misunderstanding as why he didn't respond or wasn't there for po. he made it specifically clear that po is not an outsider and that he cares about him. Thame makes it clear that he's indeed important and that he will be not ignored or used ever again especially not from him. and the way thame asked how to make it up for ignoring him only to have a 9 h conversation on the phone (including the sleeping hours) but the way thame played po's favorite song when he said he never actually figured out the chords to this song only to play it for him as soon as po wakes up.

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

I like how he doesn't beat around the bush here. Neve teases him a bit, telling him, "Rook's good for you," because she's caught him smiling to himself, and not for the first time, it sounds like, and he doesn't hesitate for a second to say, "Yeah, true."

[twstddream]

I'm gonna spoil an idea I have for a fic, because it may never actually be written.

This idea works from the theory that Skully is actually from the past and might even be a spirit (or ghost) himself that somehow was sucked into the book either when he was alive and 16, and the contents and world as well as time of the book are anamolous. Or that Skully had died years prior, his soul tied itself to the book, and his conciousness was "awakened" with new visitors being sucked into the book that his soul is presumably trapped in.

I re-watched Anohana recently and have recieved visions of Skully acting in the place of Menma. Skully himself is unaware of how much time as actually passed since his arrival in the world ov TNBC, and upon meeting the others assumes they're all from the same time, namely, his time. It would explain why he uses "wagahai" as a self-refferential pronoun (it is unused in modern day and is considered an archaic way of speaking), why he doesn't recognize Malleus' name or who he is, why he doesn't know of the magic stones that mages use now (since it's been said that magic stones weren't always around and had been introduced fairly late into Twisted Wonderland's history) and why his ideas of Halloween are very survival-based, and less leisurely like it is in modern times. Jack Skellington could very well have existed in Twisted Wonderland, but has been forgotten and lost to time. (Probably because his story and very existence deals with alternate worlds)

Anyway. Yuu and co. eventually realize that Skully is not from the same time that they are. This is where my direection for the fic gets a little wonky:

When completing the story of TNBC and the event is over, Skully still lingers. So now it's up to Yuu to grant his wish so he can go to the afterlife and reincarnate.

It is still during the event that Yuu tries to grant Skully's wish, hoping to placate him out of his plans in the process. So now Yuu, Grim, and Jack (essentially the kidnapped trio) attempt to get him to move on from his plans, celebrate Halloween, and get his soul to leave the book.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Hunter (Corporate AU)

- one of Rex's personal bodyguards

- chronically lonely

- slightly more socially adjusted but still treated like shit

(more lore under the cut, cw for themes of drug use/addiction)

- Hunter's childhood years/teens are mostly unchanged here, but instead of bouncing directly to organized crime after gang #3, he ends up alone for some time

- no friends, plenty of enemies, and in a really bad mental place, Hunter started taking one-off jobs as a drug mule to stay afloat. One job resulted in him getting paid with the product he was running, and at that point he was close enough to rock bottom that he said what the hell

- this started a destructive eleven-month cycle of him saying "never again", fighting with himself about it, and then having a shit day and cracking. The periods of self-argument got shorter and shorter with each time he caved

- he met Rex outside a bar purely coincidentally. They wound up having a one-night-stand (Hunter just wanted to sleep somewhere warm)

- later, Rex found him passed out in an alley and called an ambulance for him. In the hospital, he offered to pay the bill if Hunter came to work for him

- he made him get clean before officially taking the job (one of the only decent things he's done). Since then, Hunter's taken up nicotine and drinking as a legal substitution

- Rex isn't the most moral CEO. His bodyguards are there to protect him, yes, but they also act as enforcers and collectors

- he saved Hunter mostly for selfish reasons. He got rebuffed during their first encounter and liked the idea of taking back that control. Plus, having a guard dog who owed him everything sounded very appealing

- anyways my skrunkly boy looks cute all dressed up

[lilacfiresoul]

rush, may 3 -- @jegulus-microfic -- 630 words

based off "so high school" by taylor swift from the tortured poets department! genuinely haven't been able to listen to anything else since it came out, and i HAD to write jegulus to it so <3

content warning for brief (but funny) mentions of the noble house of black's ... marriage system lmao

and !! some brief hot kissing at the end (nothing nsfw)

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“Regulus. Kiss, marry, kill …” Dorcas glances around at the group, her eyes scanning over Lily, who’s curled up next to Pandora, Peter and Remus sitting together on the sofa, and coming to rest on Sirius on the floor at James’ side.

“Sirius.”

Immediately, Sirius starts laughing. James can't help but laugh too, watching as opposite him, on the other sofa with Evan and Barty, Regulus’ mouth drops open. “My brother?” he blurts out in disbelief.

Dorcas holds up a finger. “No, hold on, I’m not finished.”

Batting his eyelashes, Sirius makes kissy noises at Regulus, whose face twists into a disgusted expression that could curdle milk. “Come on, Reg. What’s a little bit of marriage between family? Not like it hasn’t happened before.”

Peter and Remus start giggling at this, and Sirius lolls his head back to grin at them. “What? I mean, I don’t think anyone’s married their brother before, but there’s always a first for everything. Toujours pur, right?"

“I will shove my wand down your throat,” Regulus threatens, pointing said wand at his brother. “I’ll kill you.”

“That’s not a very nice way to treat your brother and your husband.”

“I refuse to—”

“Oi!” Dorcas raises her voice to be heard, and the two of them reluctantly stop bickering. Regulus, with a scowl, leans back. “Kiss, marry, kill Sirius …” She swivels her finger around to point at Barty “Barty …” who smirks, and then, torn between picking either Lily or Pandora, who both freeze and look at her in anticipation, she flicks that finger at— “James.”

James blinks. He forces himself not to look in Regulus’ direction, trying hide his smile as a rush of embarrassment creeps in. Of course, Dorcas has no idea about them, but just the fact that she picked him for the game makes his stomach flutter a little bit.

Regulus is still scowling as he jabs his wand at Sirius. “Kill Sirius.”

“Oh, what?” Sirius protests, but he’s still laughing. “Reg, really? So you don’t want to kiss or marry me? I’m distraught.”

Ignoring him, Regulus continues, “Kiss Barty. And I guess …” He screws his nose up as if it’s hard for him to make the decision, but James knows it’s all for show. “Marry Potter?”

Looking up in surprise, James plays along. “Marry me? Thought you found me annoying?”

“I do.” He reaches for the firewhiskey bottle down by the side of the sofa. “But I’m not kissing or marrying my brother, and Barty and I have kissed before, so it won’t be much different. Plus, I can divorce you after.”

“Wow, I’m flattered.”

“You shouldn’t be. Your ego is already big enough. I’m not trying to stroke it any further.”

Later that night, when James pulls away from Regulus’ lips, he asks as he catches his breath, “Marrying me and then divorcing me, are you, love?”

“What?” Regulus rolls his eyes. His hair is messy from where James has had his fingers in it. “Oh, stop it. It was a game and you know it. I would’ve picked you for all three if I could, but then that would’ve been too suspicious.”

“All three?” James hooks his fingers through the belt loops in Regulus’ trousers, pulling him closer and pressing lips to the underside of his jaw. “So you’d murder me, Reggie? Is that what you’re saying?” 

“Mm, perhaps,” Regulus muses, tilting his head back so James’ mouth can move down his neck, his arms around James’ shoulders. “If it means no one else could have you, and I got to keep you forever, then yes.”

“You already kill me everyday just by existing,” James murmurs.