#but I never bugged people to the point of annoyance about them

[borealwrites]

Ciri, quietly pondering to herself: ‘ Do not let him know how awkward you are. ‘

Roche: Nice weather.

Ciri: Oh, thanks—. . . What?

You know what, I can totally see Ciri falling for this guy

I mean I know nothing about his personality or skills, but he has a motorcycle. I approve of this Witcher x final fantasy ship! Maybe. Idk. Like I said I literally know nothing about him and I refuse to do more than an image search. Anyway he looks like he’d be awkward too! I don’t write for either of those fandoms, so I’m not taking that as a prompt.

[mooooonnnzz]

Miguel taking his daughter to spider HQ?

Miguel takes his daughter to HQ! How bad could it be?

✎ my brain is brewing with words

✎ fem reader!!

✎ send more ideas cuz my brain is in writing mode rn hehe

✎ oh miguel is also lil grumpy here bc why not

✎ ok thats all!! :p

Miguel is very hesitant to bring you to HQ. He doesn’t want to have you near harm's way. Plus, there would be nothing for you to do there so what’s the point?

Though, you’re persistent and didn’t take his no for an answer.

He eventually gave in when you roped Lyla into it. He couldn’t deal with two annoyances at once. (He means it endearingly)

So, he brings you to HQ—against his will

Your eyes sparkled with amazement as you took in the place. The area was huge. “This place is so cool!” You marveled. You look over to Miguel, beaming brightly. “This is awesome!” You whispered and yelled, your attention going back to the Spider-People who swung and walked by. Miguel shook his head in amusement, a smile pulling to his lips. As you continued to wander off, he noticed you were walking a little close to the edge. “Cuidado!” His webs shoot around your waist as you near the edge. He pulls you into his chest, letting out a relieved sigh. “You have to be careful when you��re walking around here.” He’s following you like a hawk after that.

Since it’s your first time there, everyone jumps to the assumption that you’re another Spider-Woman who Miguel or Jess recruited.

Miguel is quick to squander those ideas. He informs them that you’re his daughter and he’s showing you the place.

They all have to take a moment. They’re all like, “What? Miguel has a daughter?”

When they ask why he never told them, he responds by saying; “You never asked.”

“That’s your daughter?” Peter B. Parker was gagged. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that Miguel had a daughter. “How come you never talked about her?!” His eyes are blown wide and his jaw is slack. Like, Miguel O’Hara has a daughter?! “I do. You just don’t listen.” He grumbled out, sending an icy glare to Peter. Miguel does talk about you, it just gets overshadowed by how much Peter talks about Mayday. “What? When!?” Peter sputters out. “All the time.” You roll your eyes at Miguel’s cold behavior. “Papi, don’t be mean.” Miguel’s pinched expression visibly softens at your words, right when Miguel is about to apologize, Peter turns over to you excitedly. “Do you want to meet my daughter?” Miguel lets out a long sigh. “Mayday would love to meet you!” Peter grins. “Speaking of the little devil, where is she?” He looks around, lips downturned into a frown. He cups his hands around his mouth. “Mayday!” Another sigh leaves Miguel’s lips. “Mayday, honey! Where are you?” Miguel takes this opportunity to grab your shoulder and walk away from Peter. Once he’s far enough, he gives you a tense smile. “Oh, there you guys are! For a second I thought you ran away from me.” Peter swings right next to Miguel, Mayday sitting comfortably in her baby carrier. The smile on Miguel’s face drops. “Anyways, meet Mayday!”

Miguel dreads the moment when you have to meet Gwen, Miles, Pav, and Hobie. They always bug him about you, wondering when he’ll bring you over.

They’ve seen him see videos of you and him on his little holograms as he worked, he isn’t secretive about you.

Plus, whenever he gets the chance to talk about you, he doesn’t hesitate to start blabbering.

So they know pretty much almost everything about you.

Blame Miguel

“Miigueel,” Gwen dragged out his name teasingly as she swung in front of you and Miguel. “Is this who we think it is!” Pavitr was brimming with excitement as he dropped right next to Gwen. “Is this Miguel’s daughter?” Hobie raised a brow as he leaned an arm on Pav’s shoulder. “About time we meet her!” Miles smiled, giving you a friendly wave. You wave back, chuckling to yourself. Miguel dragged a hand down his face as he groaned dramatically loud. “Estos son los imbéciles de los que te sigo hablando.” Miles' face dropped to an offended look. “Really?” Miles says. Hobie furrowed his brows. “What did he say?” He looked over to Miles in confusion. Pavitr shrugged. “I don’t know but I don’t think it was a good thing.”

The whole tour was a headache for Miguel. He couldn’t stay in one place without Gwen offering a new place to head to, or Hobie asking questions on how you manage to have a dad like Miguel.

Pav was adding his commentary to certain situations which drove Miguel up the wall. Miles was trying to strike up a conversation with you, trying to impress you by speaking in Spanish.

Then Peter came along and the whole thing fell into chaos

“Hold Mayday real quickly. I need to take a picture of you two!” Peter handed you Mayday and she fumbled in your hands until you managed to rest her on your side. “Picture? Can I join!” Pavitr jumped right next to you, striking a dashing smile as he struck a pose. Miles and Gwen swarmed in the photo, settling around you and posing. Gwen did a peace sign while Miles did bunny ears on Gwen. Hobie lazily smiled, body halfway into the frame. “Hobie, get your whole body in the photo!” Peter motioned Hobie to move into the frame. “I don’t wanna.” Hobie shrugged. Peter sighed and let him be, gleefully saying “Cheese!” as he snapped a few photos. “Oh, MJ is gonna love this!” Peter mumbled to himself. Mayday looked up at you, cutely babbling in her baby language. Her chubby arm grappled onto your shoulder and pulled herself up with her inhuman baby strength. “Oh! Peter, she’s climbing on me!” You watch in horror as she settles on your shoulder, only to fall back and luckily get caught by Miguel. “Oh, don’t worry. She does that.” Peter waves it off, eyes glued on the photos. “Por Dios,” Miguel murmured under his breath.

When you got home, Miguel swore to himself that he’d never bring you back over there.

You went back to HQ a day later.

[oldsoldier56]

A random ramble on what I saw from a comment on Reddit in regards to Katara’s arc during The Southern Raiders:

I am not sure if any of you experienced this but I did and it bugged me. So I was going around on Reddit, through the Character Rant subreddit. I was looking at a post that was talking about ‘Revenge is bad’ stories and what is often brought up is Katara’s arc in The Southern Raiders as an example. I don’t know if it’s just me or I feel that some of the people on that platform just misunderstand the point behind the story of the episode and Katara’s arc. I even saw a Redditor say that Aang was being supportive towards her, even though he wasn’t really. Him preaching the ideals he learnt from the Air Nomads and forcing them onto her were not making things better for her. It just made her more agitated. Hell, at the end of the episode she even tells Aang that she would NEVER forgive Yon Rha even after he preached about forgiveness to her. She gives Aang a look of annoyance and anger upon him suggesting that. Like, Aang and Katara experienced trauma very differently. Aang wasn’t even there when his people was slaughtered and Gyatso died. He will never know who killed them and his father figure because they are all dead and it happened 100 years ago. Katara knows who murdered Kya. She was there in that hut and she knew it was Yon Rha that murdered her mother and scarred her for the rest of her childhood to the point she had to grow up way to fast by stepping up and getting into the role that her deceased mother took.

Katara was in complete control of her anger in her confrontation with Yon Rha. It was more colder and restrained than Aang’s anger in when the sandbenders took Appa. The worst that could have happened with Katara’s anger would have been her killing a war criminal that was guilty of killing a defenseless woman without remorse whilst also partaking in genocide. The worst that could have happened with Aang’s anger would have been Aang getting his friends hurt too. We’ve seen how dangerous Aang can be in the Avatar state without proper control. Hell, that outburst in the Southern Air Temple is one good example where Katara and Sokka were almost pushed off the mountain.

The episode was never about the morality of revenge. Not once did Katara or Zuko give any idea that their trip would be to kill and get revenge on Yon Rha. It was about moving on from trauma and finding closure to scars as well as forgiveness (as shown with Katara forgiving Zuko at the end).

[imauthicktic]

Hello I wanted to ask if you can possibly write something with Deathslinger, Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head where they are jealous because somebody keeps flirting/bugging the s/o or because the s/o talked and laughed with someone else of cours if it’s not a bother to write it😌 hope you have a great day or night🥰

my dear, my friend.... it is never a bother!! Sorry that it took me a couple days!! I'm doing this pretty late at night, so if there are any mistakes I apologize!

Dbd x gn!reader

Description: the killers get a little jealous of someone taking your attention away from them

Authors note: not proofread but man I got a lil carried away haha it's definitely a longer post so it's gonna be under the cut

Deathslinger

Caleb isn’t one to get jealous. It’s more so his annoyance at someone flirting with you and you just laugh it off. Knowing you, you probably don’t even see it as flirting. You probably see it as just friendly behavior. Sometimes you can be oblivious to others intentions when it's flirting. Hell, it took Caleb kissing you for you to notice he’s been genuinely flirting with you this whole time. Man, were you bamboozled. Sure you’re attractive and you’ve flirted with people before, but you never knew when people were doing it back intentionally and not just for shits and giggles. 

You were sitting at the survivors camp after a rough trial with the clown. You shivered just thinking about it. He was definitely the creepiest thing you’ve ever encountered. He always got a little touchy with you and you don’t know why. Anyways, you were sitting with Nea, who was also in the last trial with you, and you were both talking about how if the roles were reversed, you’d mori the clown every time. There was a quiet moment when Nea scooted closer as she was poking the fire with a stick and casually put her head on your shoulder. You thought she was just tired and let her rest for a bit. 

You didn’t notice the eyes that were watching you from the tree line. Caleb sneered at how close Nea was to you. It could be innocent, but he wasn’t so sure so he continued to watch. Nea snapped her head up at the sound of something shuffling in the tree line. She brushed it off and decided to put her arms around the one she was resting against earlier and started whispering in your ear. She was just saying thank you for saving her in the last trial and that she’ll always have your back whenever you’re in trials together. Even though her words were innocent, it felt way too intimate and you were looking up at the others hoping someone would notice your slight discomfort. 

Thank god, there was someone that is good at reading people. Leon was standing and talking with Claudette. He called you over as he was trying to remember details from your time before the Entity. You and Leon had been friends back then, since childhood, and he could see the discomfort in your face and thought it was a great opportunity to call you over. You guys were laughing about what he was telling Claudette and Leon had put his arm over your shoulders. Caleb had just about had enough at this point. 

You and Caleb had a special whistle so that you knew it was him calling you. At least no one has caught onto it yet. At least, that’s what you both thought. As soon as you heard it, so did Leon. I guess you shouldn’t be too surprised when Leon said goodbye to Claudette for the both of you and guided you to where he heard the call. You were both on the edge of the forest when you looked at Leon, “Well, I guess you know this is my stop. I knew you of all people would figure it out,” you chuckled. Leon turned to the forest and whispered, “ I at least know you’re safe when you’re out there (N/N). Love you, take care of yourself until I see you next.” “You know I will, love you too, butthead,” you chuckled after he punched your arm lightly as you walked into the forest. 

You were walking through, but didn’t see Caleb anywhere. “Caleb!” you whisper shouted, looking around for him. “Darlin’, you need to stop being so nice to everyone. They’re gonna think you don’ belong to someone.” You quickly turned to face your lover and reached out to put your arms around his waist. He put one of his hands on your lower back and looked into your eyes with a seriousness you haven’t seen in a while. You let out a sigh, “Caleb, my love… I didn’t mean for anyone to get the wrong idea. You know Leon is harmless.” “I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout him. You’ve already given me y’all’s history, baby doll,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m talkin’ bout that handsy girl. Stop bein’ so kind that they think they can touch ya like that.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t think she would try anything. I still don’t think she will, ok? You don’t have to worry about it my sweet man.” Caleb scoffed at the nickname. He always thought it sounded silly, but he dismissed it and gave another kiss to your forehead and led you to his realm trying to be as calm as he can be. “Next time you’re at the camp, just stay in the saloon. If I’m not there I’ll be comin’ for ya darlin’.” “Hmmmm. I’ll think about it. I still have my friends ya know.” “Yeah, well, it wouldn’t hurt to spend some time with me.” You walk just a few steps ahead and smile now knowing he was a little jealous. “Well. If you miss me that bad, I guess I can come around more often.” You turn around quickly, stopping him in his tracks with a small and gruff, “Good. Now get to steppin’,” he said as he turned you around with a small pat to your butt making you let out a yelp.

Wraith

Since he was brought here by the Entity he felt fine with his looks. Until one time he was stalking the survivor’s camp listening to them talk about life. He went back to listen to their stories the next day, but the small group he was near were talking about which of the killers could get a “pass”. He didn’t really get what they meant until they were mentioning attractiveness. Now Philip wasn’t rated last, but he was definitely low on the scale. Only then did he question his appearance.

One day he was having a slow day. Not many trials were happening with him in it and he decided to explore his realm a little. He hated the cars that were around him. None of them were really cool, nor were they noteworthy. However, today has been a slow day for you too. He recognized you from the survivor’s camp and remembered listening to some of your stories. They were really interesting and he remembered how good of a story-teller you were. He could tell from some of your stories, just what kind of person you were. You had such passion and he knows from listening to some of the gossip when there were other groups, that you helped a lot in trials. He never noticed because you were still kinda new and he hasn’t had a trial with you yet.

He was slowly approaching you as you looked inside one of the cars. He rung his bell to see what you’d do, but all you did was look around before continuing to explore his realm. He rung his bell a couple more times as he stalked you throughout the place. You didn’t have much of a reaction to it, so when he finally revealed himself, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. 

“Ahaha. Uh.. so, um. I hope I’m not bothering you. I, uh, just wanted to explore?” you end with a higher pitch hoping it made you seem more innocent and not like you were invading his space. You know he’s a killer and that he could very well hurt you here, but from the small tilt of his head you could tell it’s not going to happen. At least, not yet. You looked up to meet his eyes and slowly reached a hand out. “I’m (Y/N). I’m kinda new here.” He looked down at your hand and grabbed it lightly. You let out a light gasp as you looked down at his hand in yours and turned it over. His hand was warm and you couldn’t help but step closer to the body heat he was providing. You weren’t exactly brought here in warm clothes and there was definitely a breeze in this realm. “(Y/N)!!!! Where are you?!” you heard from the tree line. You looked over to find Mikaela about to enter the realm. Philip quickly let go of your hand and was pulling away from you, “W-Wait!” but he was already gone when you looked at Mikaela again to see if she was coming closer. You sigh in disappointment looking around you before you let out a low, “Bye, I guess.” You tried to warm your arms up before you ran over to the red head and headed back to camp with one last look over your shoulder. 

Philip knew he liked you, You were too soft, too warm to be in a place like this. He definitely had tried to see you back at the survivor’s camp, but he was better at observing than trying to approach you. Today you were talking with a group near where he was hiding. The topic definitely made his ears perk up as he heard someone ask you “Hey, (Y/N), what’s your type?” You laughed a little as you said the classic “tall, dark, and handsome. Haha. Well, that’s true, but also the quiet ones. Ya know, a little shy. I talk a lot so I can definitely hold the conversation for the both of us,” you laugh. While everyone in your group was laughing and talking to each other about their types. Jonah stood up from his spot and sat next to you, “So. Tall, dark, and handsome, huh? You wouldn’t happen to be talking about me now would you?” he said as he draped his arm over your shoulders. Philip could feel himself getting upset with the fact that Jonah was touching you. You chuckled and pushed his arm off, “I don’t know if you were listening, but the keywords were shy and quiet. That is like the opposite of you.” He tried to lean in to whisper to you, but you heard a familiar bell and immediately stood up with a quick “I gotta pee. Bye.” He looked at you confused as you quickly walked into the forest. “Hello?!” You walked further hearing the bell just ahead. Suddenly, there was just silence. You looked around disappointed you didn’t hear or see anything. You were just about to give up and head back towards the camp when you turned and saw him. “H-Hi. I’ve been looking for you ya know?” He stepped towards you and kneeled down a bit. “You really saved me back there. He was definitely getting too close for comfort.” You looked into his eyes and stepped towards him a bit. Leaning down he got to your level so that you were face-to-face.

You could feel the heat radiating off of him and shivered a bit, you lifted your hand as you were about to touch his face, but you hesitated. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his face himself. He leaned into your hand and closed his eyes for a moment. You could feel him relax, but all of a sudden you heard Jonah’s voice yelling out your name. Philip snapped his eyes open and with a small growl he grabbed you around your waist and stood to his full height and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist and threw your arms around his neck. He jingled his bell and you were no longer in the forest and back in his realm. “Mine,” he said softly enough for you to hear. You smiled at him, still wrapped in his arms and rested your head on his shoulder, “Sure thing, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.”

Doctor

Herman is quite the sadist when it comes to the survivors. You included. However, he has calmed down quite a bit with you as your relationship grew. Since he loved making observations, he would often watch you guys at the survivors camp and how you interacted with everyone. He was trying to see what your relationships were like with the other survivors.

He is 100% a possessive man. You are his and he very much would like to keep it that way. He didn’t even stop his observations when you were in trials with him. He was excited to have you in his trial today. There were some new survivors and he wanted to see how they interacted with others. Herman was chasing one of the new survivors. 

Vittorio was running as fast as he could when he was running up behind two other survivors. He only recognized one which was you, you’ve saved him a couple times when he didn’t know what was going on, and the other was some woman he didn’t know yet. Herman let out a loud laugh as he was creeping up to the three of you when the woman he knows to be Haddie decided to drop a palette. However, this palette happened to almost fall on you, but Vittorio managed to grab you by your waist and save you from being squished under the massive palette. You, Vittorio, and Herman looked at the fallen palette then at Haddie who was running away. Herman was not happy about Haddie, but was cautious about Vittorio’s arm around your waist and the fact that he was pulling you away from Herman. Herman was trying to be logical about the events as he broke the palette and you and your new companion ran off into the opposite direction of Haddie. As soon as he got his hands on her he shocked her until the screaming stopped. He didn’t mori her. No, that was too easy. He hooked her as soon as he found one. 

He was now on the hunt for the other survivors and you. He had finally found the one that wasn’t a part of the earlier ordeal and hooked them. You heard the scream when you were working on a generator with Vittorio. “I should go grab them. Have you seen a med pack anywhere?” you ask as you stand up from the now functioning generator. He stood up and shook his head no. “I didn’t know to grab them.” “That’s ok! I’ll just have to look for it on my way to the other survivor. You go work on the last generator,” you smile at him and he nods as he heads off.

You obviously run into Herman and he wouldn’t let you pass without giving him a small kiss on the cheek and him giving you a small shock on the ass as you ran away. You grab Jill off the hook and hear the final generator roar to life which obviously meant you could escape to the camp. You and Jill run as fast as you can towards the exit, but Herman is hot on your tail. He must’ve been waiting around the wall the hook was on. You didn’t want to leave Jill behind so you grabbed her hand and ran faster. You both see the exit in front of you, but as you got closer Jill tripped over herself and brought you down with her. You groaned as you hit the ground. Herman was about to go over her and to grab you when you suddenly got yanked up by Vittorio who brought you through the gate to safety. Herman was not happy about this turn of events. Why is this man so keen on protecting you? Why are his hands on you whenever you guys are around each other?

You sighed as you guys reached camp without Jill. Haddie was already sitting by the camp and Vittorio was mad at how she put you in danger when you helped everyone in the trial, even her. He guided you to another part of the camp with his hand on your lower back. “Is everything ok?” you ask him. “Yes. I just don’t appreciate how she endangered you and ran off,” he jerked his head in Haddie’s direction. “It’s ok. Not everyone reciprocates your help. That’s just how it is here,” you say softly. “That makes no sense. Does she have no shame?” You smile and decide you better tell him about this place some more. You sat Vittorio down and talked to him about how things work around here. He was actively listening to you when you realized how tired you were from the last trial. 

With a small goodbye, you got up to go to Herman’s realm as he should be back by now. You were walking through the forest towards the loud zaps of electricity. “That new survivor is quite touchy isn’t he, darling?” you hear him say as you walk into his lab. “No, he was just trying to make sure I was ok since I was helping him. He’s new and I can’t help but at least give him some tips.” “Good thing you’re so nice? Hmm?” “ What are you trying to insinuate, Doctor Carter?” you cross your arms across your chest as you lean against the table he was writing notes down about today’s trial. He looked up quickly, “Nothing. Nothing. I’m not insinuating anything. I’m simply stating the man is touchy, that's all my love.” “Yeah, well I remember what it was like being new. You aren’t exactly the easiest first killer to deal with.” “No, you’re right. I guess I’m not,” he chuckled. “Guess not,” you lean in and kiss him on the corner of his lips.

Pyramid Head

It’s been a couple days since you’ve seen your big and buff monster of a boyfriend. He hasn’t had a trial with you and you’ve managed to be chased by monstrous killers that weren’t him. Such disappointment. You were sitting at the camp since sitting by the fire was much more comforting than the elementary school. You don’t exactly have a bed or anything there. It can also get lonely when you have been waiting for him for a couple days. 

There was one person who had been sitting near you that you never really got to know yet. He seemed kind of like an outsider which is weird considering the circumstances. You had nothing better to do anyways. “Psst. Hey! Jeff. Come over here real quick!” you called out to him. He looked to his side and then at you. He funnily enough pointed himself and looked at you confused. You rolled your eyes and scooted over to him. “Got any good bedtime stories?” you ask sweetly. “Listen, kid. My bedtime stories are probably not as interesting as yours. I know you’ve been here longer than me. Word around town is you’re even sleeping with the enemy.” “Man, you are just a bundle of joy ain’t ya,” you chuckled. “I could care less about your personal life. Being here is one hell of a ride. I wouldn’t be surprised if I went after that plague woman,” you instantly ease up and chuckle a bit. “Ahh, so you’re type is powerful, deadly, and gorgeous huh?” Jeff laughed and said “Yeah, I guess you can say that,” he poked the fire with a stick. “At least we got something in common,” you both chuckle at that.

You spent the rest of the night just talking about your life before this place. He seems like a pretty cool guy. He reminds you of one of your uncles with some of the things he says. He even told you that you reminded him of his younger sibling. By the end of the night you guys practically made a fake family pact then decided to take a nap before you get pulled into a trial.

You wake up with a gasp because you felt yourself being launched onto the shoulder of your hunk of a man. “P-Pyra?” you wheezed out as he put you down gently. You looked up at him when he brushed his hand against your face. You melt into him and wrap your arms around his chest. You heard a groan come from his helmet as he wrapped his arm without his weapon around you tightly. When you pulled away he grabbed your arm and wrote on your forearm and small ‘IMY’ with his finger. You leaned up a little and placed a small kiss on his peck. “I missed you too, big guy.” 

As the trial went on and you somehow got the generators working with the help of Jeff. You didn’t see Pyramid Head anywhere as you were running to the gate with Jeff, but in normal klutzy fashion, you tripped over the corner of a palette. Pyra finally showed up and was about to grab you for some alone time when Jeff just yanked you up and over his shoulder as he ran out the exit. All you heard was a roar from your lover as you made it to the survivors camp. After settling everything with Jeff at the camp. You headed out to Pyra’s realm hoping to finally have some alone time. 

Stepping into his realm you see him entering the school in the distance and you quickly run to catch up to him. “Pyra!” He keeps walking as if you didn’t say anything. You think he didn’t hear you so when you get to the entrance and follow him down the hallway, you wrap your arms around his waist from behind. “Bubby? Why’d you walk off?” He groaned a little in annoyance. You know it’s not at you though. You put your hands under his shirt and run your hands up and down his stomach and pecs. “I love you, you know that right?” He nodded a little and you pull his top up just above your head and placed kisses on the exposed skin. “I just made a friend in that guy that got me at the end. We talked earlier when I couldn’t find you, and we just reminded each other of family from before this place. That’s all bub.” He turned and his tongue snuck out the corner of his mask and gave you a lil lick on the cheek making you laugh and let go of him. You both knew everything was alright.

As always lmk what yall think!

Requests are still open!

[lazybutsmexy]

I don't really have an idea in my mind rn. But i do want to request ( if you dont mind ) protective König or jealousy König either of them are interesting for me

And just wanted to say that all of ur works are amazing !! *chef kiss*

( ignore my grammar, I'm quite bad at english TT )

Hello love!! I'm so happy you liked my writings hehe and don't worry about your English, it's completely fine 🫶♥️

Jealous König drabble

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Jealous König is a rarity. In fact, it's a "blink and you miss it" sort of reaction. That is because he doesn't show off how it bothers him when you laugh at other men's jokes or don't immediately shrug someone off when they lay a hand on your shoulder. Unless he notices that you're uncomfortable - which he never misses, by the way - he won't act on it.

In his mind, he has no control over who you think is funny or who you let touch your body. He trusts you, with his whole body, mind and heart, and respects your integrity as a person, a strong individual, a partner. It doesn't mean he can't feel jealous, but it slowly simmers in his body as he tries not to let it show.

He knows that jealousy comes from a place of insecurity, of seeing himself as not enough to fill your needs. Another source of insecurity is that nasty bug in the back of his head telling him how you would replace him at the drop of a hat for someone more capable of filling those needs.

Jealousy to König means insecurity, anger, greed. He always wants to be a better man for you, and that means getting ahold of his emotions and keep them down, lest he does something that - God forbids - hurts you.

He is quiet in general, as a default setting, especially in large gatherings. And his eyes always search for and find your figure no matter the situation. So you don't instantly notice that his blood is slowly boiling in the inside at the mere thought of another man shooting his shot with you. For the past ten minutes, König has been looking for any clue in your body language that indicated that this private was making you uncomfortable, just so he could stomp over to you and scare the shit out of him away.

You feel his stare, so you turn to him and smile sweetly before you notice that his eyes don't crinkle at the edges like he usually does as a response. The man next to you - you already forgot his name, that's how unimportant he is to you - continues talking about some of his accomplishments back in highschool, but you tune out his voice in order to study König a little more.

His posture is rigid, his arms crossed over his chest and his breathing slow. Even from across the bar where the party is happening, you can feel a threatening aura emanating from him, as if you're watching a hungry tiger ready to pounce.

Usually, your blood fills with endorphins when you notice König staring at you, as that tends to be an indicator that he wants you. But this is a different stare, and fills your blood with ice. König emanates anger.

After being so intimate with König for a few months, you have learned to pick apart the clues in his behaviour. And right now, you want to kick yourself in the face for not noticing sooner. The man next to you - who you considered no more than background noise at this point - could end up bedridden for who knows how long if you didn't do something quick.

You look again at him and interrupt him with a smile, making sure that König could read your lips from where he was: "nice to meet you, uh," you quickly glance at his tag, "private Lang, but I'm going to join my boyfriend now." The private just stared owlishly at you as you got up and left some bills on the counter, before turning and walking towards König of all people.

Konig himself felt a mixture of different emotions: pride that you called him your boyfriend, relief because you preferred him over that dude, annoyance that it took you so long to leave that guy behind, and utter giddiness over being called your boyfriend in such a public setting. (He would swallow the last one down and leave it for a talk later).

He also got up and opened the door for you, indicating that he was more than ready to finally have you all to himself, and you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the long night of atonement you had in front of you.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i love the pumpkin decor from anura and the skulls from silk cradle !! even though its not even close to halloween,,,(its always in my heart lmao) i was thinking about bishops (+narinder and/or labert, if your up for it) platonically with a child! black cat reader (who is kind of like in the spooky month skid and pump mindset LOL, but the town they grew up in, possibly outside the lands of the old faith, is very halloween-centered)

i hope this isnt too specific !!

Don't worry, Halloween's ALWAYS in my heart haha. I love those decorations too! And the ones from the blood moon ritual. Can't wait for that event again

.........

Heket

With pumpkin patches flourishing in her domain, it only makes sense for her to have celebrations and rituals surrounding the harvest season.

Yet she knows nothing of this "Halloween" you've rambled on about to her followers, nor why you became so excited upon discovering that Anura's environment reflects the autumn season.

That's because the town you're from is centered entirely around the holiday, with you living among ghouls, skeletons, demons, crows, and (of course) other black cats.

To you, every day is Halloween and you're loud and proud about it!

You introduced the idea of jack o'lanterns to Heket when she discovers you carving a pumpkin, sticking a candle inside after you gutted the entire crop, much to her confusion and annoyance.

"You there..why do you waste precious food?" She accuses, but you're completely oblivious to her anger.

"Where I come from, we always carve pumpkins! And we make cool things like this!" You show her your finished product: a Yellow Crown carved onto the face of the pumpkin. "I offer this to you, Lady Heket."

"I see, but...what am I to do with it?"

"You put it outside your home to ward off scary spirits! Like those who wanna wilt the crops!"

She had her doubts about these traditions of yours, but she grows to like this "jack of lantern" and puts it into effect almost immediately.

More followers join in, learning how to carve their own pumpkins and place them outside their homes.

It actually gives the incredibly superstitious and paranoid some comfort that they won't be haunted or plagued by negative spirits/energy.

Heket made a point to allow an overabundance of pumpkin patches during Halloween season so there's enough for both food and carving.

She also discovers people are willing to pay for the best-looking ones, so she allows the elders to run stands by the fields and make some coin.

Ofc, a good chunk of the profits go directly to her.

Shamura

Skull piles and skeletal decorations are commonplace in Silk Cradle, being trophies of wars and intimidating those who dared wander into their domain--grim reminders that it could be their own skull next.

You, however, find them nonthreatening as you've had similar decor back in your little town of Halloween (/ref).

Fake or not, you loved them all the same (plus the cobwebs, even though most are just part of the natural environment) and had to ask Shamura if Halloween was celebrated all year here, too.

Although their brain struggles to recollect things, they have books on holidays and their ancient origins..so they are aware it exists.

But it's not one they ever cared to implement.

Nevertheless, they permit you to decorate your home to your heart's content with whatever skulls and bundles of silk you found--as well as pumpkins shipped from Anura.

They're nicer to you bc you remind them of Narinder back in his youth, fascinated with the spooky and the taboo.

All the giant axe traps and toxic pits scattered throughout Silk Cradle never bothered you, as you've seen them back in the spooky dungeons of your hometown.

Usually the resident bugs would freak out any newcomer shelling in new traditions..but Shamura told them that you, specifically, are not to be harmed under any circumstance and that they allowed this.

You've actually befriended Hauras, sewing them a spidery Halloween cape for them in place of the gray rags they wore.

They wear it with pride to every sermon from there on, not caring who judges.

Kallamar

This bishop's paranoia is a force to be reckoned with.

Even if one hapless follower said the words "red crown" in any context, he'll strike them down for "preaching heresy". He's easily scared of the taboo and misfortune falling into his realm.

So Halloween is definitely the last thing he wants to hear about, especially with its association of black cats (who are in turn associated with bad luck and Narinder).

He keeps trying to shoo you away when you try explaining that's a common myth.

If he sees you using bones and skulls as decorations, he feels sick to his stomach and orders you to take them down.

Those can be used to forge weapons or intimidate potential dissenters! They're not yours to keep!!

Yet you never listen, oblivious to his demands as you try telling him they're harmless.

Would he ever punish you for disobeying with sickness or sacrifice?

No...or at least not at this stage in your life.

That would damage his already-fragile reputation as a leader even further.

But if you grew up into an elder and continued with these "twisted traditions", however, he'd punish you as retribution for the "torment" you've brought upon him.

He just wishes you'd follow his ways and his ways alone.

Fortunately for you, that retribution never comes as he's brought into Lamb's cult during your teen years...with you keeping the Halloween tradition alive and well.

And Kallamar has a more open mind now, although he's still easily spooked by the decor Lamb brings out during the Blood Moon Festival.

The first time he partakes in it, someone pranked him with a fake ear and it traumatized him so bad he cried and hid inside his shelter.

But you comforted him, forgoing the festivities and sharing your candy until he was okay.

You just show him how to carve a jack o'lantern for the remainder of the night, and he's in awe as it glows.

Every year since, Halloween becomes less and less scary for him--and it's all ironically thanks to you.

Leshy

As a young bishop, he's open to ideas for traditions, holidays, etc. for his followers to enjoy.

So when little kitty cat you hailing from a distant land of Halloween propose celebrating it...he's all for it!

The only problem is, well, his sight.

With the Green Crown, he can see the general forms of followers, his siblings, and most structures within Darkwood, but he wouldn't be able to see the tiny details that gave Halloween its magic.

But you explained how you could go for bigger and brighter things. Like jack o'lanterns (made of both pumpkins and turnips) and skulls of giant beasts!

He approves of it and lets you lead in decorating the village nearest to his temple.

Followers initially questioned why they had to listen to a child, of all folks, but they're grateful it's something genuinely fun.

From your town, you've also brought scented candles to really enhance everybody's spooky spirit.

Especially for your Lord Leshy, who finds the smells delightful.

The pumpkin spice ends up becoming his favorite.

You've got him completely fixated on this event.

Plus it's a good opportunity for chaos to reign: with followers pranking one other and scaring each other half to death, dressing up like ghouls and skeletons.

The Bonfire Ritual is one Leshy likes to conduct to boost both his strength and cult morale (he's gotta benefit from all of this somehow too, of course).

Lamb

Not only did Lamb's cult know about Halloween...but they also celebrated it with the Blood Moon Festival.

You fully participated in the ritual every year, rushing outside just in time to see the moon turn blood-red and the sky darken for several days.

The ghosts of deceased followers usually terrified the living, yet you greeted all of them with smiles, waving goodbye as Lamb exorcised them with their book.

Crows, cattle skeletons, and even demons flocked to the cult as well, having been residents of your hometown, too.

And the decorations?????

You were obsessed and jumping for joy, wanting to decorate your little shelter and help everybody else with theirs!

And of course you participated in the many activities going on, including bonfire rituals, apple bobbing, and passing out soul cakes (yep you had a recipe for that from your hometown, too).

One year, Webber showed up and was initially scared since everyone was just staring at them and the spiders scattered around their feet..

But you greeted them warmly, showing them around the cult grounds and what the festival was all about.

Lamb themselves is impressed.

You're only half the age of most of their followers, yet you're active and very responsible (although only if your tasks have anything to do with Halloween).

So as a gift, they bless you with a jack o'lantern necklace. Not only does it light up at night, but its magical properties allowed you to lift up any pumpkin no matter its size with ease!

You vow to carve the biggest jack o'lantern the Old Faith's ever seen.

[pssy-wagn]

Day 13: Flirt

“Hey, how you doing?” Dean saddles up to the unoccupied stool near the gorgeous guy.

“Bad,” the stranger answers.

“Why bad?”

“Because people keep bugging me,” the man gives him an intense stare to back away.

Instead of backing away, Dean puts up two fingers to get the bartenders’ attention.

“So what’s your name?” Dean smirks.

“Castiel. Now leave me alone.”

As the bartender puts their drinks down in front of them, Dean raises his glass to Castiel, “To you.”

Exhaling an exhausted sigh, Castiel picks up his shot and downs it quickly without making a face unlike Dean.

“My name’s Dean Winchester.”

“Okay.”

“So uh, you have the most gorgeous eyes I’ve ever seen.”

“You are the third person to say that tonight.”

“But I bet I’m the only one to stay beside you when you treated them like shit.”

Castiel lets his shoulders fall as he looks at a smirking Dean, “If I’m treating you like shit, why don’t you leave?”

“Maybe because I know this isn’t who you really are. If a little flirting doesn’t give me any attention, annoyance will.”

Cas looks away to hide his smile.

“I saw that smile; don’t try to hide, Cas.”

“Cas?”

“No one’s given you that nickname before? Dude, your name is a mouthful. Good thing I only have four letters in mine.”

As the bartender comes by, Cas lifts up two fingers, “Two shots please.”

Dean smiles wide at him, “I knew you were polite. When you wanna be. So what is a tax accountant doing in a fucked up dive bar like this? Broke up with someone? Got fired?”

“Just one of those days.”

“Yeah, I know how that is. Hey, you see that pool table over there?”

Cas looks at the direction where Dean is pointing, “of course.”

“I’ll make you a bet. If I could land six balls in one shot, I get your phone number.”

“And if you lose?”

“I’ll stop bothering you.”

As Cas grabs a pen from his trenchcoat pocket, he takes a napkin and writes down something. Folding it, he puts it in his pocket and extends his hand for Dean to shake, “Deal.”

Downing his drink, Dean slaps the counter as he basically jumps off the stool and jogs to the empty pool table.

“You’re in a happy mood when you’re going to lose.”

“Ooooh talkin’ shit, Cas? I kinda like that,” Dean says with a wink.

As Dean is setting up everything so carefully on the pool table, Cas orders a beer for each of them.

“Come on, Dean, you’re taking too long.”

“I’ve never heard that before,” Dean says showing a sliver of tongue between his teeth.

“You have a dirty mind.”

“Thank you.”

“Not a compliment.”

“Well..disagree. You get to know me better, you’ll know why it’s constantly dirty.”

Dean strokes his pool stick as he stares at Castiel with heat in his eyes. Cas blushes as he sips his beer.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute, Cas. Okay, I gotta chalk up my long stick, gimme a sec.”

As Dean bends down to set up his shot, Cas makes his way a little towards the back of Dean. When he stops moving, Dean wiggles his ass, “Get a good look yet?” he says as he looks behind himself.

“You’re a very attractive man, Dean.”

“Was that a flirt? Finally?”

“I suppose it was.”

“Dude, you gotta work on it more. I’ll help you if you want but only if you flirt with me.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Awesome.”

As Dean positions himself again, he tells Cas, “Okay so I’m gonna make all these balls, without a scratch.”

“So everything is going to go in except the white ball?”

“Yeah in one go.”

“Go for it.”

“Are you rooting for or against me?”

“I’ll let you know once you attempt your trick shot.”

Taking a gulp of beer, Dean takes a huge breath as he re-positions himself for the shot again.

“Ready?”

“Stop stalling, Dean. Do it.”

“Pushy.”

As Dean gets focused and serious, he finally hits the cue ball, knocking every single ball in the pockets, including the white ball. Standing up straight, he lets out a frustrated exhale. He slowly makes his way to Cas with a small pout on his face.

“Alright, I guess I’ll leave you alone.”

As he walks by Cas, Cas grabs his wrist, bringing him to face him, “Dean.” Cas reaches into his pocket and gives him his napkin, “The white ball never went in.”

Dean smiles as he takes the napkin and opens it.

I knew you weren’t going to make it but I love seeing you try hard for this

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“Wait. How did you know I wasn’t gonna make it?”

“Had a feeling”, Cas shrugs as he winks awkwardly at Dean, making Dean bust out laughing.

“Okay, next time, try winking with one eye open.”

[papastarion]

Papastarion Headcanons Pt. 7

The brainrot doesn’t stop. I am so sorry.

•Over time, Astarion manages to re-attune himself with his elven nature. Primarily, he manages to reverie, most nights. The nightmares may always prey on him, but there are nights of peace, too. Mostly recent memories, even amidst the chaos of the grand adventure their now disjointed band had embarked on as unsuspecting victims, and even less suspecting heroes. The warmth of his beloved’s touch, welcome and genuine. The harmless annoyance when he manages to rile Gale up into one of his infamous rants. Karlach playing fetch with Scratch. Nights by the campfire (though he tries not to think of all the bugs.) Community, with all its wonders and growing pains.

•He finds it easier to slip into reverie properly if he has something to focus on. Some nights that means chewing on a problem to be solved for the sake of the Underdark’s newest settlement. Other nights it’s the sound of Sable’s (Tav/Durge’s) heartbeat. Then, once it’s no longer just the two of them, he takes great comfort in listening to the sound of their unborn child’s heartbeat. As much as doubts and worries mix with excitement and, gods, hope, that sound brings a great deal of peace.

•He doesn’t rely on reverie to help him remember the little details of their children’s lives. He doesn’t want to forget a moment of them, especially since dhampirs don’t inherit their vampiric parent’s immortality. He journals, dating everything. First words. When their first steps happened, and where, and how old they were. What their favorite food was once they learned to tolerate solids. When their fangs came in. When they lost their first tooth. Anecdotes. Simple things like “Eldritch had a fever today, and so refused to sleep anywhere that wasn’t against me so he could keep cool,” or “We tried cutting Nim’s hair today, and she might be more of a peacock about her locks than her father,” or even just “I hugged Enoch today, for a quite the while…I don’t want to think about the day where he decides a hug from his world-saving parents is a detriment to his social reputation.”

•Astarion is terrible at baby talk. He just doesn’t have that instinct, or realize that’s something people do. Instead, he’ll walk around the house with a baby 30 days into their existence explaining the finer points socio-political structures and how they effect lawmaking decisions.

•Traveling never really stops, not even when Sable is pregnant. If she’s good to go and they’ve got somewhere they want or need to be, they go. That doesn’t mean Astarion isn’t Stressed to the Max the Whole Time.

•Co-conspirator Supreme. If there’s a prank to be pulled, he wants in.

•He doesn’t realize that he’s not all that different from Other Adults to the kids. He doesn’t realize that to them Dad has always been kind of chilly to the touch, or that his fangs are just longer versions of their own, or that his eyes are just red. That’s just the color they are. He’s only scary if something is scary to them—he’s never scary to them, only for them.

•He makes blankets for each before they’re born, because he doesn’t want their first instinct when he holds them to be anything other than safety, and the feeling of warmth.

•And gods help him when they reach that inquisitive “must touch everything” phase. Those fangs he was so worried they would fear inevitably become Forbidden Toys they all try to grab, and sometimes he’s too tired to even pull their hands away.

•Yeah, he complains about it constantly.

•Yeah, he misses it when they’re older.

•No, he’ll never admit it.

•Protective as he is, he does enjoy bringing them around the spawn and his siblings—once they’re older, of course. He’s still terrible at sharing with them when it comes to baby holding privileges, but he loves showing off.

•He’s that parent that won’t stop bragging about their kids. He talks about them like they hung the stars in the sky and command the sun to rise for their own entertainment. If you don’t know him, it’s annoying. If you do, it’s still annoying, but it’s at least endearing, too.

•Misses the baby stage more than he thinks he will. He tries not to dwell on the fact that his children are mortal, because he’s glad they don’t bear his lot in life, but he also doesn’t want to think about the day they’re no longer sharing the world with him and their mother.

•Is so scared he won’t actually manage to be a good parent, but quickly adapts when he realizes that they’re his, and he’s going to take care of them, and that matters above all else.

•Spoils them rotten. If the kids want something, they know to ask Dad. (They usually don’t even have to ask.)

[milekael]

hi hi hi miles, i’m asking all the homies: if you had to add a third person into the royai relationship, who are you adding, and why?

OHOHOHO HELLO THERE >:3c AND THIS IS SO JUICY BECAUSE IT GIVES ME THE SPACE TO TALK ABOUT MY BELOATHED OC

ARTEMI YIPPEEE

This is me joining the FMA OC train SDFGHJ LISTEN YES I AM ADDING A THIRD TO ROYAI WITH MY OWN OC BUT HEAR ME OUT-

SO! The quick idea of this guy is that he is an rogue Alchemist that distributes alchemical materials regulated by the state under the table. Originally Roy went to investigate him to arrest him but at the end they reached a deal of Artemi will help Mustang with operations he doesn't want the military to know >:3c

Now the thing about this bug of a man is that he looves learning, both alchemy and everything about people- Specially people, to a concerning degree SDFGH Idunno if stalker is the right word but he does fit someone who tries to find literally every piece of information on someone who he fixates on. Enter Colonel Roy Mustang, a particularly mysterious, high-ranking officer who holds one of the greatest accomplishments of Alchemy - Controlling fire- at his fingerprints AND HE- DOESN'T SHARE IT!! ROY THINK ABOUT THE ALCHEMICAL COMMUNITY AND OUR PROGRESS!!

This makes him start fixating and stalking Roy, trying to figure out how to get Flame Alchemy out of him and why he keeps it secret. Is not even out of malice is genuine curiosity and a bit of annoyance over someone keeping something secret from him LOL. This eventually leads him to Riza's hometown where he learns about a long-dead alchemist that never interacted with anyone else- Berthold Hawkeye. And finally having made the connection and realizing the key isn't Roy but RIZA it makes him even more obsessed. On her.

LIKE OMG! I ignored her just as another subordinate but she is the key! Kept right in his shadow! So clever! And it turns out is even HARDER to find things about Riza and her relationship with Alchemy. At this point he finds her more interesting that Roy because whatever the fuck is going on with her is so!! Entertaining for him to try and take apart <3

I think he would eventually figure out the alchemical formula is somewhere in Riza's body, and here is where the weird, third-party in the Royai ship bit comes from ASDFGH I mean, he might stalk and find everything about his subjects, but he is not a creep, he needs Riza to show him consensually! He also doesn't want to anger Roy, he likes the guy! So now he is trying to insert himself in their situationship so he can be in the cuck throne getting a good peek at that Flame Alchemy formula....

I WILL SAY he does really like them both genuinely and he doesn't want to hurt them, is just... whatever it is, it is not romantic or even sexual attraction is a weird third secret thing ASDFGHJKL I also want to explore some stuff with him like Royai's relationship with Alchemy and their own morals.... I AM ACTUALLY OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT AND WHATEVER IS GOING ON IN HERE!!! I spin them in my brain

I do really want to do more stuff with him btw I am just. Not particularly motivated to draw or busy 😭But I would like to at least do more art of him! And maybe one day write a fanfic or something who knows... I just have a bunch of random scenes floating in my brain............

Anyways, this is my answer. Third person added to the Royai relationship is my bug of a man who is as obsessed with them as I am...........................

[cherrymooshroom]

Michael Myers x short!chubby!goth!fem!childhood friend!reader General headcanons and a lil' visiting my boi in Smith's Grove uwu.

Genre:

Word count: 738

THis is completely self indulgent and I'm not sorry. I am thirsty for RZ Myers after watching the movies. I wrote this in like 40 minutes.

CONTENT WARNING: Standard RZ! Michael lore, I'll definitely be doing more of this concept.

You grew up in Haddonfield, you went to the same school as the “infamous and terrifying” Michael Myers.

You grew up with Michael, listening to music, reading tons of sci-fi and fiction books, playing your various game consoles your parents got you when he visited. You were always running around outside with him, hunting down various lizards, bugs and critters. 

You tried to tamper his more violent tendencies as a child, and you’d gotten him to understand empathy pretty well, but of course he slipped up… It was much more than a kid should’ve dealt with, but he was your best friend. You hated to admit you also had similar fascinations with dead things, but nothing like Michael, you didn't want to actually hurt anything.

People didn’t know about the shit he went through, how hard he tried to prevent his own violent tendencies.

The constant bullying and borderline sexual harassment from peers about his mother and sister was truly repulsive but the principal never actually punished the kids responsible… His abusive predator step dad, his older sister Judith constantly berated him and put him down… He was bound to snap and take them out, in all honesty. The human mind can only bend so far before it snaps wholly. 

Then he killed his entire family except for his baby sister Angel and his mom, since she’d been at work.

Your family moved away for a while after that, and only moved back recently. Your father got a promotion that required you to move towns, and your mother felt unsafe in Haddonfield.

You were shocked to see Angel Myers- Or rather Laurie Strode, since she’d taken on a new name with her adoptive family- living in the same town still. 

It made you feel a mix of discomfort and confusion. Did she not know her own past?

You made it a point to visit Michael at Smith’s Grove as soon as you could.

You’re being guided through the building by Loomis and a guard. “Now, he’ll have to be restrained, and he probably won’t even talk to you.” Loomis says as he scans some ID card and opens the door.

“Are guns necessary?” You ask quietly and Loomis huffs.

“This man-” “I know what he did, what he could do. Just… leave the door open and stand outside or something.” You snap and Loomis eyes you for a moment before leaving you in the room. You turn around, facing into the room and notice him, he’s hard to miss, considering how much he’d grown. “Michael. Hi. You probably don’t remember me… It’s y/n… y/n y/l/n. We- I grew up in Haddonfield too.” You say softly, moving to sit across from the murderer. He’s silent and still for a bit, before he finally tilts his head up and looks at you.

His eyes linger on your (h/t), (h/l), (h/c) locks, your vibrant (e/c) eyes and a flicker of recognition light up his empty ice blue eyes. He grunts softly and shifts in his seat, seeming to be getting more comfortable, humoring you.

“Yeah, uh… I moved away, but we moved back… I came to visit you as soon as I could, Michael. I missed you so much, I’m so sorry.” You say softly and his head tilts slowly. “You know exactly what I mean, don’t give me that look. I know you’re not stupid.” You sass and he leans back in his chair. You sit in silence for a while, and you realize with a bit of annoyance that Loomis was right, Michael wouldn’t bother talking to you. “Ugh… That dickhead doctor of yours was right, you really won’t talk to anyone anymore.” You grumble with a pout and tear up.

You hear Michael let out a growl, and suddenly a deep, baritone rasp resonated through the room.

“Fuck him.” You sit up and look at Michael, wide eyed.

“Whoa. Jesus. Uh… Yeah I don’t like that guy, I called your mom a few times before she-” You wince and clear your throat. “She swore you wouldn’t have been a threat with- If they’d just let you go home. Fucking prick, he is.”

“Yeah.” You look over and see the guards getting ready to usher you away. “Visit again… Missed you, (y/n)” Michael says quietly and you blush as the guards come in and usher Michael away to his cell.

[neko-naruto]

you say you love me, i say you crazy (we're nothing more than friends)

summary: this is what he gets for thinking that Gai would be happy with one night and nothing more than that

tags: aromantic Kakashi, angst, communication errors, implied one night stand

authors note: theyre so allo4aro qpr coded to me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57561631

Gai won't stop bugging Kakashi about it.

It was supposed to be a one night stand, get the deeply enjoyed annoyance off his back for a bit. Mostly to turn the amount of "we should spar!" declarations he'd get from Gai, but it's backfired. He's let himself into a whole new world of horror.

And that world?

Desperate pleas of more.

It's nauseating to him. Sex is fine, sex is great, he'd be fine doing it with Gai every now and then if it meant keeping him from being so insistent. He gets it. Gai's a guy with ideals, he's got plans, and he plans full well on living them out. He's got an idea on how the world should work and what he needs to do to succeed in life.

Kakashi? He'll pass on the training and the teaching and the searching for the one. He has his books, his dogs, and his three students. That's more than enough for him. He loves them equally and ambivalently, his stories, his lifelong partners, his bastard children- unlike what Gai keeps trying to convince him of.

Someone didn't read enough of Jiraiya's books to understand a one night stand can stay as one night. One single night. Not a single string attached to it. A little fling between friends for shits and giggles, a simple parting gift for someone you'll never see again, a cost of fifty dollars for a quickie. What's so hard to understand?

He said one night. He said it loud and clear. To prove his point he left before Gai could wake up in the morning to start on his reread of Makeout Paradise. See if he can figure out why it was such an awful experience compared to any other affair he's had.

No matter how much he tried to shut Gai up by kissing him till he turned blue in the face he kept saying so many sweet things. Sugary sweet. Sticky like honey and it made Kakashi's skin fucking crawl. Love, love, love- yes, he'd rather die for Gai than bury another a dead friend, but where does that translate to love? He doesn't know.

Maybe he should try to get less hot under the collar when he's reading anything emotional. Maybe people would get the message that he's not fucking interested at all. Just his luck that he's disconnected to the point that an utterance of adoration in his stories where nothing can go wrong makes him flush bright red.

Gai tries to confess to him again, ask him out on a date, try and see if he'd like to spend the night once more. Can't he take a single hint? Or is his skull really that thick?

"What do you want from me?" The amount of exasperation on his tone borders onto a shout, final straw having been plucked.

Gai huffs, "I thought you'd have picked up on my hints by now-"

"I have picked up on your hints! How come you keep trying to give me hints is what I'm asking!" Kakashi swears he doesn't mean to snap, but that'd be a lie. He can't do this anymore. Can't brush off his best friend and say 'maybe later' anymore.

"Because the sex was great and I'm-"

"I've had better, now will you please just stop. Take a hint, Gai, I'm not into you and I never will be."

Kakashi swears he can see Gai's heart shatter into a million little pieces in real time. He knows that he'll regret his harshness later on but right now it feels fucking cathartic. He feels so fucking justified it's unbelievable.

As the beat of silence stretches on Kakashi opts to open his book once more and walk off. Whatever. Just, fucking, whatever. If the tables were turned everybody would care. If Gai was getting borderline harassed for romance every other day then there would be riots. But he's Kakashi Hatake, he's used to Gai's pestering, used to his insistence on rivalry, he can't complain.

Just suck it up and keep moving.

He lacks, he feels a gaping absence in his soul- why would anyone care for someone missing something. Missing what's supposed to make you human. Whose supposed to care about him in spite of that when he never brings it up calm and collected, even if he does they pity him. They pity his happiness because that's not how happiness works. No, sages no, what would he know about happiness?

-/-/-/-

Kakashi doesn't talk to Gai again for a week.

Kakashi doesn't talk to anyone for a week unless they come to him, and the only one who does drop by is Gai.

"Kakashi-"

"Don't."

"What?"

"Don't even bother, whatever you have planned in your head won't end up with me buying you roses, I promise you that much."

"You didn't even let me try my speech."

"Because I know that nothing you can say will ever make me love you as anything more than what we already are- and that's final."

"But-"

Kakashi has Gai in a chokeslam against the wall before another syllable can be uttered, and as much as Gai could break out, he doesn't. He waits for Kakashi to speak, "Listen to me, Gai, I don't work like that."

Gai keeps listening.

"And I never will, you either live with it or leave."

The silence he gets in response is deafening.

Kakashi let's go of Gai's throat and slams his front door shut. What an idiot. Bothering to explain it, even in simple terms, is a death wish, a way to seal any coffin. He should know by now that Gai follows the hierarchy, that he'd see romance as higher than what they have, that he'd want romance after sex. It's the only logical progression to people like him, not to people like Kakashi.

He's too different to ever find peace, isn't he? That's the world keeps telling him at least.

-/-/-/-

Gai buys Kakashi a single rose after another week passes. A bright yellow flower, carried in a tarnished cup with some masking tape that had the word 'sorry' scribed onto it. He hands it over to Kakashi eagerly and watches as his rival starts to tear up.

"Gai, I fucking told you-"

"Before you say another word, rival, consider the meaning of the yellow rose!" The exuberance on his voice is enough to snap Kakashi from his disappointed state.

"A rose is a rose and a rose always means love."

"Not quite, while the classic red rose may symbolize love, each individual color has its own meaning. Blue, mystery. Orange, enthusiasm. White, purity. And yellow symbolizes what we have."

Kakashi gives a defeated sigh, "What do we have?"

"Friendship, dear rival, and nothing more."

Kakashi has the gall to laugh, "And what makes you think I believe you?"

"You said I lived with you not loving me or leave, and I'll live with it."

That's sweet, but, not in a way that makes Kakashi sick to his stomach. He grabs the rose and the glass it's in, "Thanks, Gai."

"No problem at all, Kakashi." He's back to his old self again, not like his old self ever really left though.

"Wanna go get some sushi, or something? We didn't actually do that last week."

"You and I both now that I'd never turn you down."

[rainee-da]

I'm not sure if you do these types of requests but if it's okay could I please ask for Carpaccio with Kianna komori

Like in this scenario he at school and ends up catching feelings for her but she constantly avoids him because she doesn't know what he wants from her

*side note she has feelings for him but she pushes them down*

By the way you can find her info on my page here on Tumblr

🍀 Love Observation

CHARACTER ❥ Carpaccio Luo Yang 🍥 X Kianna Komori (OC)

W A R N I N G ⚠️ R13 w/ tw for stalking / she/her pronouns / BIG SPOILER for anime watchers!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

It has been 1 month and 13 days of me observing her.

Yes, Carpaccio counted it all.

His eyes squinted, observing each movement made by the girl that is currently sitting at the front of the class. His notebook, currently lying on his desk, is filled with numerous notes dedicated to her, capturing every detail and observation he made about her. Her biodata, her schedule, the list of her friends and enemies, her common ticks, everything.

Unbeknownst that he was already in his last entry, due to how incessantly he was observing and documenting her every move.

He sighed, throwing his pen to the side and crossing his arms as he leaned back on his desk. His expression is pinched, annoyance and confusion are imminent on his face. His analysis made him sure he could read the girl's feelings just through her facial expressions, or so he believed.

However, there was one question he couldn't grasp from her actions. He had observed that when conversing with people she liked, her eyes would widen and her brow would raise, while when conversing with those she disliked, her brow would furrow and her eyes would slant.

And for some reason, her brow always furrows whenever his and her eyes are met.

Like right now.

Though Carpaccio considers this to be ample time to view her face better. After all, she always turned away her eyes and fled whenever these opportunities arose. The only instances he could find such a chance is only when the sky are as dark as an ink, up at the trees with subtle light magic in his wand casting the only brightness in the night, silently watching her slumbering form.

To him, she was a true work of art. He often pondered in his daydreams whether she got that from her dad or mom. Her eyes, yellow as an amber, never ceased to ensnare him, making him feel as if he were a bug caught in a spider’s web. The soft brown roots of her hair blending into red ombre at the ends created such a divine contrast that was simply otherworldly, in his opinion. Even the frown on her face tugged his heart in such a way that left him addicted for more.

For reasons and methods that were yet known to him, she crept into his heart and made herself his addiction. It's a cruel and fascinating experience for him. He wants to know how this girl managed to do that to him. Is this the doing of her personal magic? or he was simply entranced by her beauty, like the other common peers of his age? Or is it something else from you that rigged him into such a fool?

Anyhow, you're fascinating to him, and he wants to learn more about this girl, at all costs. Pondering such a thing has become his guilty pleasure, distracting him in such a way to the point where he failed to realize that you had marched to his desk.

"What do you want from me, exactly?"

Although the fruitiness of your voice is laced with such a brood that hints heavily at your annoyance, it's still music to his ear.

"Why are you asking?" he replied calmly, hands moving towards his chest to soothe the rumble in his heart.

"Isn't that normal for people to ask that kind of thing, especially to someone who had been tailing me for weeks?"

Well, she's not exactly wrong on that.

Leaning against his desk, he took a closer look at her face. The smirk on his face grew as he noticed a scowl she reserved for him. He admired every expression on her face, be it good or bad. All of them are fascinating and hold a special place in his heart. Yet, any gesture of attention from her is what he longs for, and he feels a surge of triumph at his success in securing her focus.

He composed his best retort to that statement, and replied calmly, "Well, you're the one who kept running away"

"You didn't answer my question!"

"Then how else am I supposed to get to know you, Kianna?"

Oh? Now that reaction is unusual. One he had never seen before.

Carpaccio’s reply, for some reason, elicited a shocked expression from her. She let out a quiet gasp, eyes flitting around in a weak attempt to evade his gaze. Yet what truly fascinated him was the rare pinkish tint that gradually colored her cheeks and connected to her nose.

'Can I make her do that again?' is what crosses his mind.

"You… want to get to know me?" Oh, that slight waver in her tone is so endearing to him.

"I thought it was obvious?"

"No, it's not. I thought you were gonna make me your next test subject!"

Again, she's not exactly wrong on that.

Carpaccio Luo-Yang, the stellar rookie of Easton Magic Academy, has earned his notoriety due to the number of students he crippled and hospitalized for his 'experiments'. And in some ways, In some ways, Kianna isn't exactly wrong either. He is indeed observing her like a test subject, even as they are speaking.

How could he not? After all, she is just that addicting. And he needs to know why.

"I just want to learn more about you, is all."

"And that's why you've been glaring at me the entire period?" is that how she sees him? glaring?

"… I didn't mean to glare."

"And that's also why you've been stalking me around the school grounds?"

"Yes."

"And watching me when I sleep?" so she did find that one out. Is that why she stopped facing the window when she slept?

"Yes, I'm interested in you after all."

Carpaccio observes as the girl in front of her exhales harshly and hangs her head low, thinking to himself. Carpaccio took this opportunity to glance at the class he's in right now. All the students had moved for the next period and he and Kianna were the only ones left in the room.

This intimacy… he quite likes it.

However, the silence that surrounds the both of them is starting to make him uncomfortable. It was made worse by Kianna's gaze being fixed on the floor, making it hard for him to read her emotions. He wasn't sure why, but his mind started to flood with thoughts of potential bad scenarios. It was overwhelming to him, creating a suffocating tightness in his chest.

He wondered if this was what people often referred to as 'anxiety'?

"Next time…"

That hanging phrase snapped him out of his trance, and now his gaze is fixated on her with anticipation churning his stomach.

"… Just approached me like normal, uh, person. Okay? No need to do all… that,"

The look she gave him after raising her head rendered him speechless. Her face, previously tinged with soft pink, had turned scarlet red which emphasized the amber of her eyes, causing them to glimmer beautifully in the sunlight beaming from the window.

Those shyness... suits her so much, it was simply breathtaking.

" -Did you hear me? Hello?"

The sound of her finger snapping in her face shatters him out of his mind.

"Sorry, what were you saying again?"

"Hahh… really," the way she mumbles under her breath is adorable, "What I'm saying is… you didn't need to stalk me just to get to know me. It was creepy, you know.."

Something instantly clicked in his mind as she said that. Is that why she always seems to dislike him? She finds him to be creepy?

That has to change, for sure.

"… I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry," he answered honestly, the sincerity was transparent in his tone, "It's just that… I never had an interest in people before. I didn't know what to do with this.. feelings, so I just did what I thought would satisfy my... itch," with that, he could only hope that it would be enough for Kianna to understand him, to forgive him.

But then, she gave him something he truly didn't expect.

She laughed.

Her laugh was simply dazzling.

He found himself unable to look away, adoration overflowing his senses as he stared at her joyous face. Her eyes crinkled in delight with radiant smile that brought glows to her face. Her hair bounced with every laugh and the red ombre hues shimmering in the sunlight. The sight was enchanting, and his heart was brimming with comfortable warmth that soothed his insecurity away.

He can't help but stare in adoration as her eyes crinkled, her mouth curled upwards and beaming with radiance. Her hair bounces as her whole body shakes in her laugh, making the red hues of her ombres glint under the sunshine.

Her laughter, melodious as a song, filled his ears as he glanced at the forgotten book on the desk. With only enough space left for a sentence or two, he realized he'd soon need a new one. But the thoughts in his mind brought a smile to his face, for he knew precisely what he would write to fill the remaining space.

I managed to talk to Kianna today, and now I know that I'm in love.

After this, he might not need another book after all.

Hello! I didn't really know how to go with this request so I decided to challenge myself and made a fanfiction from it. I tried to make the OC reference quite minor so hopefully, other people can enjoy it too.

I'm sorry if this isn't what you meant (//sobs)

I had so much fun writing this since this made me learn more about English phrases/vocabulary, but I didn't realize I ended up writing this one for almost an entire day lol. My brain really goes whoooosh when I'm hyperfixated lol

Anyhow, I hope everyone will enjoy this one too! 🍀 thank you for reading!

[jacksoneblackburn]

My parentage is changing.

A fanfic of my own character that kinda goes into the lore of my character, altering the story to where they have multiple personalities inspired by the schizophrenic episodes of the Greco-Roman gods (and ofc @bright-side-of-the-moon)

Chapter 1: Will loses track of a patient.

IT WAS A DAY LIKE NO OTHER.

I was doing rounds- checking I was stocked on bandages, my list of patients with allergies, my medicine was stocked, I had plenty nectar and ambrosia, watering my sunflower given to me as a welcome gift by Will Solace when I got claimed, playing my morning playlist of Conan Gray, Olivia Rodrigo, Em Beihold, Claire Rosinkranz, Camilla Cabello- the usual.

Until I get interrupted by a knock on my office door.

I stop playing my music and head to the door, opening it with slight annoyance.

"Yeah? Who is it-"

"Hey, sorry Jacks, I know you're doing rounds but... we have a medical emergency in cabin 3," The person said. It was my freckled, suntanned, tall, blond brother. Will Solace. He was never good at telling me when there was medical emergencies. Especially during the morning.

"I can't help them," I sigh. "I was just about to reorganize my files in alphabetical order again-"

"Well- I- uhh- As Head Counselor slash Medic, I demand you go check on your patient!" He said, puffing out his chest and pointing a finger in the air.

I just stared at him for a while.

"It's been a week and you're pulling that card on me?"

"Just go down-"

"No."

"Pleeeease?"

"Hmm.... no."

"I'll give you unlimited access to all patient files."

"Where's the camper?" I throw on my lab coat.

"New that would getcha."

"I need blackmail on the Stoll brothers, I take wins where I can get them." I adjust something slightly out of place on my coat then walk past Will.

Will shrugs. "Fair enough."

We walk towards the strawberry fields, making small talk on the way. You know, the usual.

"How many people died last week?" I ask nonchalantly, as if death doesn't bother me anymore.

"Surprisingly, one," Will says while stepping over a mushroom that looked like it was on the verge of exploding. "He fell off of the rock climbing wall."

"Was he drunk?"

"Nope."

"Was he wearing any safety gear?"

"Also, nope."

"Well no duh, it's written on a giant sign to wear the proper equipment with supervision if you want to climb on the wall," I hop over a loose root in the ground. "It's literally the number one rule."

"It was an Ares kid."

"Okay, that makes much more sense."

We make it to the fields, with no one to be seen. Nobody. Anywhere, no matter where you looked. Not a single Satyr, bug, or demigod.

"Uh... Will?" I turn to him and bat my eyes. "Where's. The. Damn. Patient."

"How should I know?!"

"YOU'RE THE HEAD MEDIC. THAT'S YOUR JOB."

"NUH-UH- wait, no. You actually have a point. Am I gonna get fired?" Will was panicking, I was pissed, and we have a missing (probably dying, let's be honest) patient that's nowhere to be seen. "Oh gods, what do I tell Nico?!-"

"Calm down. You find that patient, before Chiron and Mr. D have your practicing license for a month. I'll go ask any nearby campers if they seen anyone..." I pause for a moment. "What did you say this patient looked like again?"

"I- uh.... Girl, very pretty, smelled like-"

"Let me remind you, you have a boyfriend that I know very well."

"Shut up," Will's face taking on the same hue of the strawberry milk served at lunch. "As I was saying, she was a daughter of Aphrodite. She was supposedly having a heat stroke-"

"Why would a child of Aphrodite be all the way out here in the Strawberry fields?" I interrupt. "Sorry, my bad. Please continue."

"-That caused her to pass out," Will continued, albeit, very annoyed. "She was saying something about needing water, and a Cabin Three kid went to the lake to purify some water for her to drink."

"That all?"

"No, she passed out and... well... You know the story from there."

I hum in thought. Being the gremlin I am, I walk away back to my office. "If she's not here, that means she's okay, or someone else is already treating her. Now about those medical documents-"

"What." Will said incredulously. "Not even gonna look for her?- What if there's a dead camper on my hands, and you just walk away?"

I nod. "Pretty much, yeah."

Will stares at me, dumbfounded and slowly getting more and more pissed off. "You're a terrible medic."

"If there's no patient to treat, there's no problem to meet." Ignoring Will's comment, I continue walking away. "I need to finish my rounds."

"You're fired."

I stop dead in my tracks, slowly turning around. "What?"

"You. Are. Fired"

"Y-you can't fire me?!" I walk up to him. "Only-"

"I don't care. Go to the Hermes cabin. And stay there. You're license is officially revoked."

"W-what..." I mumble, terrified. "Y-you can't do this to me- you're taking away my entire purpose-"

"That's the point," He folded his arms, towering over me, the damn Texan. "Get out my damn sight before I do something I regret."

"B-but my documents... My patients- You- you can't do this to me!"

"You are dismissed."

I felt the tension build up in my chest. My grip on my reality slipping away. The tears welling up in my eyes, burning hotter than any of the forges in Cabin 9. My breath became warm, my throat closing up and becoming dry as the tears fall off of my cheeks like rain. My nose and cheeks redder than any strawberry in the field.

I grip onto Will's shirt, falling to my knees and crying into Will's shirt. "P-please W-Will.... D-don't do this...." I sob.

"You have till the Harpies come out to move." Will said coldly, walking past me. Muttering and mumbling to himself to calm himself down as I slowly fall to the floor. Curling into a ball and clutching my stomach as my tears turn the dirt underneath my face slowly turning to mud with my tears.

So that was chapter 1 !!

Thank you so much for reading and I really hope you enjoyed!

A like would be greatly appreciated because it really supports me (you don't have to if you don't want to) :]

[heiayen]

EPISODE 7: SOMETHING SHE MIGHT LIKE... note: this chapter's written part is longer but very important, so! remember to read it

"No offense, but how else would anyone follow you?" Lumine raised her eyebrows as she put down the plate with dumplings, "If the person got a professional camera and all, then I don't think it would be hard for them to get a tracking device and just plant it in your car."

The main topic of the dinner was, obviously, who took the photos. You couldn't blame the twins for being curious and asking questions, the case was on your mind all the time, too.

"The car was locked, Lumine. Not a single sign or anyone breaking in." Scaramouche replied, annoyance evident in his voice.

"Then how else on earth?"

This was something that also bugged you. Your boyfriend was literally swearing he saw no one following you, and yet someone did. When Lumine first proposed the existence of a tracking device, Scaramouche disagreed instantly, saying how there was no chance someone broke inside.

But you couldn't help and feel like this was possible.

"Could someone put it somewhere on the car?" You asked.

Both Scaramouche and Lumine looked at each other, and then her gaze wandered to her brother.

"…I mean, someone could put it under the car? I saw people do it."

You looked at Scaramouche. Despite his usual frown, you noticed the uneasiness underneath it. To realize that someone was constantly aware of where you were going was a terrible thing, you could only imagine. You grabbed his hand under the table and gave it a light squeeze.

He squeezed back.

"I'll check later."

This was the end of this discussion. Lumine nodded.

"Anyway, I made two kinds of dumplings because I didn't know what you'll like…" She started and pointed at the plate, "Those are with meat and these are with mushroom. Oh, and Aether has his potato filling ones."

"With potatoes?" Your boyfriend asked. Honestly, you were kinda curious about them too. You never had dumplings with potatoes, out of all fillings…

"You want some?" Aether smiled, a dumpling already on his fork.

"No."

Still, the said dumpling ended up on his plate anyway. He stared at it and, honest to god, for a second you thought its about to get stabbed with his glare alone.

"Aether, can I have one too?"

"…sorry, Y/N, I have only six dumplings left…"

You glared at him, "So this is how you treat your friend… you pick their boyfriend over them…"

"No, it's not like this!" Aether waved his hands, a hint of amusement on his face. This quickly turned into a friendly bickering between you and him.

You didn't even notice when suddenly, half of the potato dumpling ended up on your plate.

When you noticed it, you smiled at Scaramouche.

a/n: i wonder what's the thing... anyways the dumpling lumine mentioned are actually rly good. yes im pushing my slavic twins agenda cuz i enjoy projecting. also! please if you have any comments theories whatever feel free to share them cuz i love listening what ppl think and yeah <3

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[ladylooch]

Ahhhh, I’m not the original anon who sent that they want angst for Lio and Sav but I do want it as well! Maybe Lio liking girls bikini pics or even just pics in general on instagram cause he doesn't see anything wrong with it. Maybe they argue because Sav wants kids but Lio doesn’t really want kids? 

Maybe they have a pregnancy scare… 

We all know that new man Lio would never cheat but he probably at first doesn’t understand how liking other women’s pics can upset Sav

The people want angst! And I am here to deliver the angst! Channeling some of this blurb and your thoughts above for this one 🥰

Savannah does not consider herself a snoop. She trusts Lio. She respects that he has a past from before her, just as she does before him. But she also has eyes. Blue ones that can’t help but wander over his shoulder as he scrolls through Instagram. 

Model after model sprints across his screen as he scrolls with his thumb. 

“Wow, more boobs than a swimsuit edition of SI.” She mumbles under her breath. 

“Hm?” Lio asks, looking over at her. She flips the page in her boring magazine, scanning the newest living room decor trends from Pottery Barn. 

“Nice couch.” She diverts the conversation. She points to a brown leather one. “Would look good in here.” 

“Yeah I like it.” Lio nods in agreement. “Should I get it?”

“You should ask Kendall if she would like it too before you make any decisions.” She flips the next page. 

“Who’s Kendall?”

“The girl whose tits you are engrossed with.” A wrinkle appears between Lio’s eyebrows. He takes in his girlfriend’s set jaw, then realizes she means Kendall, his ex fling, who he just scrolled by.

“Sav…” Lio chuckles. “I didn’t even notice. She’s an old friend.”

“I bet she is.” She responds, slapping the magazine shut. “What time are we meeting Lucie and Connor?” Lio stills, watching her cross her arms tightly across her chest. She rolls her foot in annoyance where one leg is folded over the other. 

“About an hour.” Sav uncrosses her arms, scratching distractedly at an itch in her hair, then stands up.

“I’m going to go read my book.” She announces over her shoulder, not even turning to look at him. She heads down the hallway to his bedroom, closing the door with a soft click. 

Lio sighs, then pulls up his Instagram. He may be new at this, but he knows whats bugging her. It’s not like she hasn’t brought it up off handedly, especially when she is drunk.

“I’m a cool girlfriend! I don’t even care that he follows over 100 models on Instagram.” 

Lio gets it. But he wishes she would talk to him instead of being so passive aggressive about it. He thinks about Lucie, wondering what she would say if it came up tonight at dinner.

Unfollow them you asshole!, probably.

So that is what Lio spends the next hour doing, unfollowing all the girls he doesn’t know, hasn’t spoken to in years, and especially the girls he has hooked up with. 

He wants Savannah to know she is the only one on his mind. He is willing to do whatever necessary to make her feel comfortable in their relationship. He knows he hurt her before. He doesn’t ever want that to happen again.

Lio raps his knuckles on the bedroom door once he is done.

“I'll be out in a second.” She calls to him. He frowns, hearing the tears in her voice. Shit, he should of come to talk to her earlier. He rubs at his hair in frustration.  Fuck, why is he so bad at this?

“Hey, time to go?” She asks brightly, sniffing discreetly when she opens the door. She tries to step around him, not waiting for an answer.

“Babe.” Lio takes a hold of her arm softly. Sav purses her lips, keeping her eyes down the hallway. “Will you talk to me?” 

“Do I really have to, Lio?” She pushes back.

“Would be nice if you did.” He shrugs. “I’m new at this.” His reminder is delicate, pleading even.

“I hate it. It makes me feel like shit that you have all these options at your fingertips.” 

“Sav, you know I’m in love with you?”

“Yes, but-“

“That is the beginning and end of it all.” He cuts her off, leaning down to smooch her lips. While he is kissing her, he slides his unlocked phone into her hands. “Look at whatever you want. Unfollow whomever you want me to. I’m yours.”

Then he slides her hips to the side to go into the closet to change for dinner.

[samynnad102687]

Marauderstober

Oct 12th -Regulus and Barty - Scaring People in a Corn Maze

1,490 words

Regulus was sitting on his couch and reading a book when his doorbell rang. Why did people insist on interrupting his reading all of the time? Regulus debated on pretending that he wasn’t home but the bell rang again and then there was knocking.

“Ugh,” Regulus got up but didn’t bother putting down his book. He wanted them to know what they interrupted. 

“What?” Regulus asked when he opened the door and his annoyance grew when he saw a grinning Barty standing on the other side.

“No need to be snippy, Reg,” Barty said nonchalantly as he pushed past Regulus on his way into the house.

“I thought you were on a date with Evan or some shit like that,” Regulus huffed as he sat back down on the couch.

“He had something come up with his family, I guess.” Barty shrugged. “Dora had called and said they were needed at home. He didn’t seem happy about it so I wasn’t going to ask.”

“So you thought that the next logical thing to do was to come and bug me?” Regulus raised an eyebrow in question.

“Well yeah. I know that James is off doing something with Sirius and I thought you might want to join me.”

“Join you for what?” 

He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know. Barty could get some quite outlandish ideas and not all of them were legal. 

“There is a corn maze that I want to go to but it’s not any fun if I go by myself.”

“What about Cas? She loves all of that stuff. Or Peter? He seems like he might like that more than I would,” Regulus offered.

“Cas is going to the cinema with Marlene and Peter is doing something with Benjy,” Barty supplied absentmindedly. 

“So… I was your last resort? Is that what I’m hearing?” Regulus accused halfheartedly.

“No, I just knew you wouldn’t come if someone else was available so I already asked them,” Barty said quickly. “Please, it’ll be fun.”

“How would a corn maze be fun? I really don’t feel like getting lost in a damn maze tonight.” 

Regulus didn’t think Barty was going to give up and he would probably annoy Regulus until he gave in but it didn’t hurt to see how long it would take this time.

“Umm…” Barty started as he tapped his chin as if he could force the idea into his head. “We could scare people in the maze instead of just going through it?”

“That was your plan this whole time, wasn’t it?” Regulus asked after a minute with a little chuckle when Barty’s grin widened.

“You know me. I would never pass up an opportunity to scare the crap out of people.”

Regulus thought about it for a few minutes. It could be fun to listen to all of the boys, who pretend to be so tough for their girlfriends, scream. And like Barty said, James is hanging out with Sirius. He still didn’t know what they were doing and as long as Regulus didn’t get the ‘I got arrested’ call, he didn’t really want to know.

“Fine.”

~~

Regulus and Barty pulled up to the fairgrounds with the corn maze and it was already packed. Regulus groaned under his breath. He better hear some people scream or else he was going to kill Barty for dragging him out there. He wasn’t a big fan of crowds. They walked up to the ticket booth and paid before walking into the maze after listening to the do’s and don'ts, which they were about to break at least half of them.

“Where do you want to start?” Barty asked after they entered the maze.

“I don’t know. Don’t you think we should get the layout down first? If I get lost, I’m going to kill you when I get out of here,” Regulus said with a glare.

“We won’t get lost,” Barty said confidently before adding hesitantly, “But maybe we should figure out the layout first.”

Regulus and Barty go through the maze a couple of times until Regulus is positive that he will be able to get out of it with no problem. They head back into the maze and take separate turns. Barty went right and Regulus went left. He made sure that they would run into each other again at some point but now Regulus was in the mood to scare the shit out of people. 

Since it was getting dark, it was easier to hide in the shadows and watch as the couples moved around the maze. Regulus crouched down next to a shrub at the end of a dead end and as soon as a couple passed him, he reached out and grabbed the guy’s ankle. The burly guy let out an ear-splitting scream and pushed the girl down before running back the way he came. Regulus was having a hard time holding in his laughter and had to physically bite his tongue before the girl noticed he was there.

***

Barty heard the scream and it made him smile. He figured that Regulus had managed to scare somebody and before he could think about it anymore, a guy came running past him like he was being chased by a werewolf. Shortly after that, an extremely pissed-off girl came storming down the path screaming something about the guy being a coward and the worst possible date ever.

Barty hadn’t found anybody good to scare yet. There were quite a few kids who had walked past him but he wasn’t that cruel. He was only going to scare teenagers and adults. As he was waiting, a group of girls came down the path and they were already holding onto each other and looking around. It would be too easy but Barty didn’t care. He couldn’t let Regulus have all of the fun. When the group of four got so close that they were practically on top of him, Barty jumped out from the shadows, screamed, and ran in the opposite direction as he listened to the screams and swearing. 

***

Regulus managed to scare three more ‘tough’ guys before heading for the spot that he and Barty picked to meet up again. It was getting dark now and he had to use the flash on his phone to see where he was going. They nearly crashed into each other when Regulus turned the corner.

“Get anybody good?” Barty asked as soon as he realised it was Regulus and not another random guy to scare.

“I got a few guys that were acting tough for their girlfriends. The first one pushed the girl down and took off running,” Regulus said with a slight smirk on his face. He didn’t want to let Barty know that he actually was having a good time.

“Oh yeah. I think that guy ran past me and the girl was swearing up a storm as she stormed after him,” Barty laughed fully.

“What about you? Anybody good?”

“Got a group of girls that were hanging onto each other,” Barty shrugged as if it was nothing.

Before Regulus could respond, he heard a familiar voice. A couple of them actually.

“Thought they were off doing something?” Barty whispered as he got closer to the corn.

“They were but I didn’t ask what.”

“Wanna scare them?” Regulus glared at Barty and he chuckled quietly. Was that even a question?

It took a few minutes for them to get closer and when Regulus had them in his sights, he signalled for Barty to stay put while he moved behind them. Regulus always was able to sneak around unheard. He had to be when he was growing up. They round the corner and Regulus snuck up behind them and tapped Sirius on the shoulder. James and Remus were in front of him so he screamed and whirled around so fast that he almost fell on his ass.

“Pads, what the fu- oh, hey, love,” James smiled brightly when he saw Regulus standing there. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Jamie,” Regulus said suspiciously.

“We finished at the gallery early. I did text you to see if you wanted to come but you didn’t respond so I figured you were reading.”

Regulus pulled out his phone and there was a new message from James. How did he not notice that when he turned on the flashlight? 

“Oh. I was reading but I got dragged out here,” Regulus shrugged when he put his phone back in his pocket. They had turned the lights around the corn maze on now that the sun was down fully.

“By who?” James asked at the same time that Barty popped up right in front of Sirius and said, “Me.”

“What the fuck?! Stop that,” Sirius bellowed. 

Everyone else just started to laugh before they walked around the corn maze until they made it back to the entrance.

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