#but thats nothing this turned out well. not exactly as he should look but its good

[waywardsalt]

heroforge approximation of my humanoid bellum design

[normansnt]

Sweet Valentine.

(Platonic!Reader x Huskerdust)

(Implied Reader x Alastor)

Male reader

(Again not my art idk who's sorry but its so good😭💗)

Warnings: None I think

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"Stupid fucking, son of a-"

Husker was sitting by the bar and doing something that didn't look like drink mixing.

That was because it indeed wasn't he was trying to make a valentine card but that damn glue just didn't listen to him. He has a lot of glue in his fur now. And you noticed that.

"Heyyyy Husk, how's it... how's it going?" You asked a bit taken aback by what you were seeing...or the lack of understanding of it.

"Ahhh its nothing" He said back in a very grumpy tone.

You slid a bit closer to what he was doing.

You saw a heart cut out (badly) from a pink colored paper and some glitter on the side.

You stared at it for some time and than it clicked. Husk was making a valentine card for someone. The thought melted you heart.

"Husker that is so sweet who is it for?" You asked, eyes sparkling with interest.

"None of your beeswax kid." He answered, still grumpy.

You didn't get offended, this was nothing new to you, Husker was just like that.

However you could clearly see that he was struggling.

"Well, all right but if you need help you know where to find me." You answered with a smile as you left the bar to go to your room.

You knew it was for Angel. But you still wanted to ask to get Husker to admit out loud that he liked him.

You were right, of course, Husk needed help. But he didn't want to go to you. He felt like that would be admitting defeat and since he didn't want to ask anyone else either he turned to the next best thing: romance movies.

And thats how now you were standing in the kitchen with a blown up cake (somehow) a broken table in the middle burnt table cloth on top, and plates and roses shattered on the floor.

"Sooo, Husk, dear, what the hell did you do?" You asked looking at him.

"Ahhh god damn it I just wanted to make a romantic dinner for Angel but it all went to shit." Husk was looking at the floor in defeat.

You chuckled at that.

"Husk you should have just come to me, I've know Angel for a long time now and he is one of my best friends. Listen, Angel does not give a fuck about fancy dinners or roses and shit. The only thing you have to do is be yourself, as cliche as it sounds, just tell him you like him and make him a drink at the bar that would be already enough for him knowing he can spend the evening talking to you."

Husk looked at you in disbelief, but he was relieved. Just sitting by the bar and chatting over a drink was more favorable for him as well.

And so on Valentines day you went down to the bar early in the morning to visit Husk and attempt to sooth his nerves.

That was going to be harder than you thought. Husk was cleaning glasses, bottles, anything he could get his hands on in the bar out of nervousness.

"Heeeyyyy, Husk...you good?" You attempted.

"No, (Y/N) I am in fact NOT good how the heck am I supposed to tell him that I like him."

"You just said it...of course that was in third person lets try in second person next-"

"NO (Y/N) you don't understand I cant do this I'll just give him a drink like usual and we'll talk normally-"

You interrupted Husker by grabbing his ear.

"Oww mother fuck-man what are you doing?"

"Listen to me Husker, this is the day of love and you are in love with Angel there is nothing else to say you have to confess, it will make him so happy."

"How do you know that? What if he just laughs in my face and tells me get my old brain out of the gutter."

You stared at him in disbelief. Of course you knew that Angel likes Husk, you were the first person he told it too. But you cant tell Husk that.

"Husker, do you really think Angel would ever say that?"

"...no"

"Exactly because he is the sweetest guy and you know that, even if he rejects you, people will always be happy if they hear that someone loves them, you will make him happy, and lets face it Angel needs it."

Husk looked at the bottle in his hand and put it down.

"I'll...try my best." He sighed at last.

At that you jumped behind the counter and hugged him.

"Ok, good luck" with those last words you jumped back out and walked away to your hiding place...where you found every other resident except Angel was already excitedly waiting for whats going to happen.

"Erhmm...hey guys whatcha doing here?" You asked them confused.

"Shhh...Angel is coming" shushed you Charlie with an excited smile.

"Ahhh...good morning Husk, have you noticed that the hotel seems kind of empty?" Asked Angel.

"I have not seen anyone except you this morning." Husk was still cleaning glasses, probably for the 3rd time this morning but it helped with his nerves.

"Interesting I guess the couples are celebrating valentines day but I don't know about the others."

You guys just sat behind the corner where you were just out of view and tryed to listen to their conversation.

"Can you hear anything?" Asked you Charlie.

"Yes, someone just said: 'can you hear anything'"

"Ow come on, Alastor cant one of your shadows go closer or something?" Asked the radio demon Veggie.

"My dear it is 9 o'clock in the morning there is no shadow where mine could hide, I'm afraid they would notice me."

You were still busy listening but couldn't hear anything due to the voices behind you.

"Guys, cut it out I'm trying to listen."

"Wow he isssss grumpy thissss morning" commented quietly Pentious.

"No, this is just very important for my dear, he left the bed without even saying good morning to me." Alastor said somewhat grumpy.

To this you turned your head.

"Awww honey I didn't know that meant so much to you I'll make up for it I promise." You answered quickly while you turned back around. Only to be met with Angles chest.

"What the heck are you nosy nellies doing here?" Asked Angel looking at all of you.

"Well...ermm." You looked at Husk for help who showed you a thumbs up. This was all you needed as you jumped to hug Angel.

"We want to congratulate you omg you guys are such a cute couple" you almost yelled excitedly.

Angel chuckled and hugged you back.

"Yeah I guess we are." He answered as he put you down and took hold of Husk's hand.

And with that, the Hazbin Hotel got richer with another couple.

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Huskerdust is everything, nothing else matters.💗🥹

Hope you guys liked the story🥰

[x3nx]

BEEET!!!!! HERE IT IS...

um also this was finished back in october or smth AND its my first writing thing so prepare for it bc it might be bad... also idk its also a bit corny and cliche and cringe so!!! yeahhaahAANAYSWAYS CLICK THE CUT FOR IT

hater and wander are stuck in a room together. the lightning horned being had been banging on the locked door for atleast 3 minutes now, yelling for somebody to get him out of the dimmed secluded room with the fuzzy small nomad. wander had been sitting there, watching silently as hater tried to get into contact with literally anyone on the other side of the door.

"GROP DARN IT SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HEEEEEREEE..."

finally giving up on banging on the door, he put his forehead against it, sliding down onto his knees in defeat. wander took this chance to be able to talk to the large boney being. he walked up to be positioned behind him, the nomads hands clasped behind his back and looking over haters shoulder.

"it'll be okay hatey... eventually some fella will come wanderin' around here and let us out..."

the small spoon-shaped figure smiled softly after pausing.

"plus that gives us time to be with each other! you know, like play games, get to know each other, talk about our feelings..."

"SHUT UP I DONT WANT TO BE IN HERE WITH YOU!!!!!"

he turned around and sat on the floor with a grumpy slump, his back against the door. hater crossed his arms and puffed his cheeks in a pouty demeanor as he saw wander standing in front of him.

the good doers smile increased at the sight of the tantrum.

"aww, come on! it wont be so bad!! cheer up a bit!!!"

he nudged the other living being with his elbow, poking hater softly.

the villian growled a bit, wanders actions getting annoying to him like always.

"no."

he scooted himself to face a corner, moving away from wander.

"i dont want to talk to you."

the nomad obviously followed him to the spot he was in. once again he was behind him.

"yet you're talking to me right now, silly!"

wander lightheartedly chuckled at hater as the latter growled quietly.

"come on just talk to me or play a little game with me and ill stop botherin' you..."

now beginning to poke at the side of the annoyed beings body, he waited until hater gave a response to him. the prodding furthered haters anger after a minute, him yelling in frustration.

"RAAGHG FINE!!! ILL PLAY YOUR DUMB GAME... OR..WHATEVER!!!!!"

wander grinned in response as hater swiftly turned around from the corner with an irritated expression.

"so! how was your day hater?!!"

he stared at the taller figure with curiosity and innocence as he patiently waited for a response.

"ruined because of being forced in here with you."

"it was good before right now? what made it good??"

"...well i dont know. it was the same..."

"how exactly was your day 'the same'?"

".....urhm... yeah. im not doing this anymore. you're too annoying and weird..."

hater turned back around as wanders expression faltered. he sighed with a bit of sadness.

"what do i gotta do to be able to talk to you?"

"nothing. i thought you were gonna stop annoying me after i did something with you..."

there was a small pause between the two.

"...well okay, if thats what you want hater!"

wander walked away from him, unfazed. he sat down nearby the skeleton as his space was limited and looked at hater for a while before sighing. he then looked at a random spot on the empty white wall in boredom.

hater, still having the front of his body turned towards the corner, sat still. he sat still and silently, his thoughts and the eerie silence of the room the only company around since he pushed wander away.

not too soon after their last interaction, the both of them heard soft buzzing coming from an unknown source in the space. hater coughed quietly in uncomfortableness due to the prolonged quietness, though he'd rather it be like this than talk to the nomad.

. . . . .

some time had passed by. the exact time? none of them knew. and none of them had made a sound. not talking to each other. it was like it was illegal to speak to one another, atleast on haters side it was. wander would gladly chat with the guy.

the silence that went on for forever was cut by the horned figure moving to lay on the ground on his side. hater sighed with boredom evident in it, feeling the coldness of the floor on his smooshed face. he closed his eyes for a bit as he began to get a bit groggy from being tired due to boredom.

wander on the other hand was knitting something while he hummed a soft tune, not loud enough for lord hater to be annoyed by it. he had his signature starred green hat on the floor as yarn came out of it. his head suddenly moved upwards, hearing shuffling from the occupied corner. he viewed hater as he did the action then exhaled softly. it looked like hater was tired. wander continued watching the resting figure, the latter beginning to move again after a minute or two.

hater went to laying on his stomach as he couldn't sleep due to the hard uncomfortable floor and began to play with his fingers. he extended his arms and put his hands in front of his face, propping them up with two fingers on each hand. he pretended one hand was him, the other being wander and began to quietly mumble to himself.

"raaah, ima destroy you wander!"

his right hand 'pointed' at his left hand, aka wander.

"oh no! please dont destroy me all mighty hater!!"

hater changed his voice to be higher as he bent his left hands fingers, pretending it was wander cowering in fear and begging for mercy.

"no! i give no mercy to those who are pesky and irritating!! muahahaha!!!"

his right hand began to glow a neon green, green electricity forming.

"now say your goodbyes to your dumb horse and your dumb friends and your dumb everything, you wandering weir- OW!!!!!"

hater suddenly yelled loudly and jumped as he accidentally shocked his hand with his own powers somehow. he frowned slightly as he held his own hand before he heard a soft but faint chuckle nearby, turning his head to the source of the sound.

wander was the one laughing with fondness, covering his smile a bit as he looked at hater admiringly.

embarrassment creeping onto his face, the reddening individual stared at the giggly soul. he stared at the soft and carefree expression plastered on his face for a few seconds before shaking his head and spoke up, finally breaking the silence of their voices not speaking.

"...what?"

he unexpectedly found himself heating up more as he asked that.

"oh, nothing..."

wander held back his giggles of amusement as he started voicing his thoughts. he spoke up again.

"it just you..you playing with your fingers is pretty charming..and a bit silly..."

he put his head in his palm, propping it up as he gazed at hater with a lovingly expression.

hater, still laying on his stomach, began to lift himself up to sit down as wander spoke. while he stared at wanders expression, he tried to turn his embarrassment into anger, it only mixing together.

"SHUT UP!!!!!"

with his heart beginning to beat fast his face just continued growing hotter and redder.

the smiling fuzzy being took notice this obviously, beginning to scoot closer to him. as wander did so hater grew nervous for an unknown reason. the latter backed himself up more into the corner with his knees curling up into his chest. wander gazed at him continuously once he got in front of him.

hater did the opposite of wander, looking everywhere but him. he sweat in nervousness as an anxious expression crept up into his face, furrowing his eyebrows.

the infatuated nomad softly continued gazing into the embarrassed and nervous skeletons eyes, sometimes taking his eyes off of his to look at other details on his face. the smile on his face grew the more he looked.

this only made haters heart beat faster. he didnt know what he was so nervous for anymore, having the weird strange feeling in his stomach rise up in him again. a feeling he practically never felt before he met wander and can never describe. using the sole of his shoe he pushed wander away, only for him to come back again.

he tried to wipe off the newfound anxious smile growing on his face with his arm, rubbing it afterwards.

"um-"

the lightning horned figure turned to face the corner, holding his heated face with both hands in hopes the other being in the room would go away. a few minutes passed and he slowly started to relax, his muscles untensing and the warmth in his face barely there. he wondered where the nomad was before he jumped from him beginning to embrace him suddenly with no reason.

feeling the warmth from wanders body on him, he immediately frowned hard as the blush stuck back on his face and his heart quickly began to pump adrenaline through him again. a war started in his head, one side wanting to be let go, the other wanting to stay like this. it made him angry and confused on why he wanted wander to continue when he knew he wanted him to stop.

with little strength, he used his elbow and tried pushing him away. wander, instead of letting go, tightened his hug and laid his head on his shoulder. hater grumbled softly, moving as close as he can to the corner, only moving atleast a centimeter closer. the two stayed like that for a few, it slowly creeping its way up to being the record for the longest hug without hater pushing wander away angrily.

hater, during the prolonged embrace from the small cuddly nomad, began to feel more comfortable by the touch, usually being uncomfortable with it. though he did start to wonder why wander hasnt let go and stopped the hug. he wasnt complaining either. it actually felt a bit nice to be hugged by him, he always thought this before the current sitch. he would never admit that out loud verbally, his actions took care of that. he relaxed his body and leaned against the wall as a not too noticeable smile appeared on haters face. he closed his eyes and quietly hummed with content, filling the silence.

wander, who was resting on haters shoulder felt the latter move, opening his eyes and seeing the other being smile softly. it wasnt until hater began humming which made wanders heart explode from how cute he thought hater was being. it hit him that hater actually stayed in his embrace and liked it, which practically told him that he really didnt hate him after all and made him smirk widely. he made a 'hm' sound.

hearing the small noise from the nomad, he snapped back to reality, stopped smiling and opened his eyes, looking to his side where wander was staring, smirking widely at him.

"you do like me, dont you hater?"

confidently teased with a low 'i knew it' tone, he persisted with his facial expression.

the skeletons face heat up a smidgen. he then scoffed and rolled his eyes, trying to cover everything up as he turned his head away from the nomad.

"pshh- no... saying i like you is a bit muuu..n-NOOOT THAT I LIKETHEHUGORANYTHINGGETOFFOFME!!!!!!!!!!"

realizing what he just said, the lord whined loudly at wander, his voice getting high pitched as he yelled, prying the furry fellow off himself. he grabbed wander and threw him across the room and grabbed his hood with both hands, hitting himself with his fists.

wander landed perfectly on his feet like a cat, staring at lord hater who was berating himself.

"hatey, its okay..."

he walked back to him cautiously.

"its okay to like hugs..."

"SHUT UP OR YOURE GONNA MAKE ME FEEL WEIRD AGAI-"

he covered his mouth before he finished his sentence, though it didnt erase what he just blurted out.

"AAAAGHHGH!!!!!!!!!! JUST SHUT UP!!!"

hater gripped his horns, his face heating up furiously as he scrunched up more in the corner he was facing.

wander, now right behind him, blinked a few times after he said that, processing what he said.

"hater..?"

he lightly touched haters shoulder, the latter jumping slightly.

"...what exactly do you feel??.."

the distressed being didnt respond, hugging his knees and turning his head a bit as he had his face faced downwards.

wander looked at hater as he waited for a response. once he knew the latter wasnt gonna respond he sighed and sat down next to him against the wall.

he continued staring at the curled up lord who hid himself and began thinking about what he meant by what he just said. wander felt it was what he thought it was, now just thinking deeply about it. that was until hater unexpectedly spoke up.

"...u-uh..."

he looked up a bit, staring at the wall in front of him. wander can see how red he was. hater tried to voice something, making small noises. he wanted to tell wander about his feelings from earlier. unfortunately for him, he lost the second war in his head that fought about telling him or not, but he wasnt able to put it in words that made it make sense. he growled and then furrowed his eyebrows.

"i-i cant..."

"cant what?"

wander put his hand on haters arm, hater looking down at it and staring at the skull ring on his finger, getting flustered a bit more.

"put it into words i-"

sighing, he laid his head down again before picking it up again.

"i dont know... your fuzzy dumbass makes me so..angry and confused."

he inhaled softly

"...and strange. i hate this weird feeling. i hate you."

his eyebrows furrowed more as he felt himself get warmer than before when he glanced at wander for a single second.

a small smile appeared when hater finally began to tell wander about his feelings, he also saw the reddening of the other being as he glanced at him.

he hummed as he began to figure out how to help hater realize his new feelings without getting him to freak out about it, already knowing what was going on with him, something he fully understood. wanders face heat up a bit as he thought about it; hater having a possible crush on him.

"well..what exactly do you feel hater?? i want to understand what you feel so i can help you."

"AGWHHG LIKE THIS I DONT KNOW!!!"

he moved his hands up and down, pointing to his anxious demeanor as he raised his voice.

"nervous, warm, sweaty- i-i dont know okay??!"

"...uh huh... so..you only felt this today, right now? any other times with similar feelings or no?? how long???"

"...uh-um. i-i guess there are a few other times..a while ago..or something. atleast a few months after meeting you. why am i even..."

hater shook his head. he sighed as he pushed wanders hand off him, criss crossing as he held his head up with his hand, looking down.

"stupid..obsession with you... i cant resist wanting to chase you and destroy you. it makes me so angry. i cant stop thinking about you either... yo-you make me..just... m-my heart beats fast and i get all warm inside."

now covering his face in embarrassment of admitting that, he turned his back to wander.

wanders face slowly heat up, smiling brightly at hater.

"you said you dont know what this feeling is..right?"

"mm"

"well..."

the nomad took a small portion of air and put it into his lungs.

"do you know what being in love is hater?"

wander eyed hater from behind, awaiting his answer. he knew he was oblivious to these type of things so he helped him with realizing, doubting he figure it out right then and there.

"yeah. its when you look at someone and think their pretty and want to kiss them..."

the happy-go-lucky fellow softly chuckled at the response, pretty much expecting it from someone like him.

"its a lot more than that hatey... its when..the person youre in love with makes you feel happy, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside when youre around them. youd also get nervous when their around. you have an emotional connection with them..."

he spat out meanings and examples as lord hater began to process what he said. it took about a great 5-10 minutes before hater finally realized he loved wander.

wander was sitting there with his hands clasped together before he heard shuffling from the lord besides him, now looking at him. hater had his head up and was staring at the wall for a while before he got up suddenly. he inhaled sharply.

"...sooo... i uh- i forgot to c-captain tim the dishwash an-and thats impetulant..so i-i-iiiIIIII GOTTAGOBYE!!!!!!!!!"

dashing to the locked door in fear and panic he tried to open it, fumbling with the knob.

"LET ME OOOOOUUUTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!"

wander immediately got up and went to hater in alarm.

"hater??!"

"NO."

hater fell dramatically on the floor with a thump, holding his hands up in front of him, shielding himself.

"G-GET AWAY FROM ME. YOURE WANDERIZING ME, YOURE WANDERIZING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

wander took a few steps back.

"its okay to be in love!!! i-im not mad or judging you!!!!"

hater went into another corner, curling back up and banging his head on his knees. he wanted so bad to be in denial with his newfound feelings but it became increasingly hard to do so.

the worried nomad studied hater, trying to come up with something to calm him down. he then took atleast a step closer and sat in front of him.

"hater, look. its okay. im not 'wanderizing' you or anything... you feel this way all on your own."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW??!"

"...well im not sure what wanderizing exactly is but uh..youd be acting different if i did do that?"

wander shrugged in confusion.

thinking for a few seconds, what wander told hater actually helped him. hater sighed in defeat as he thought that that made 'logical sense' and slumped against the corner. he crossed his arms and looked at the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with the nomad.

sighing, he laid his hands on haters knees, looking over them and beginning to gaze at the skeletons ashamed and embarrassed expression smeared on his face.

he continued staring, before breaking the silence by speaking up in a soft, gentle tone.

"...you know, im not gonna think any less of you for feeling this way..about me... i wouldnt ever think any less."

wander stayed silent for a second. he then began to smile softly.

"im actually proud of you."

hater widened his eyes and turned his head swiftly to look at wander as his heart skipped a beat from the compliment, the first he finally accepted from the latter and acknowledged as genuine. wander was beaming with euphoria as his eyes began to get watery, beginning to shakily speak to him.

"so, so proud of you..."

he began to shed tears of joy, putting his arms criss cross on top haters knees and laid on them, the side of wanders face smooshing.

"i-i... you... youve gotten so far from when i first met you a few years back..."

wander sniffled and wiped his tears on his arms, suddenly jumping onto hater and laid on his chest as he tightly hugged him.

"im genuinely very proud of you hater..."

he spat out shakily as his voice got higher while he cried on hater.

hater jumped and raised his arms. his eyes widened more at the sudden quick action from the nomad, his heart beating once again right after. he really didnt know how to feel about the current situation; he was utterly confused, lost. he never experienced these type of things before he met wander. though the only difference now is that he accepted wanders sincere affection, which he kinda didnt know how to react to still.

hater, with a befuddled expression; furrowing his eyebrows and his mouth almost agape, looked down at the nomad, who laid on haters chest with a small smile as there were still a bit of tears in his eyes, not running.

before he knew it, he found himself getting a bit teary from the compliment, it being a late reaction as he began smiling softly with wander. his face heat up as the warm fuzzy feeling spread across his body, his smile growing bigger by the second. he looked away and slowly let his arms down, letting them rest against wander as he leisurely pat wanders head, it being a non verbal thanks and a way to comfort him aswell.

wander tightened his hug as his smile got bigger, curling up and nuzzling against haters chest. he laid there, listening to his heart beat furiously beneath his red and black outfit as his head got pat.

the two laid there for a while, it seeming like it was forever, starting to cuddle as hater wrapped his arms around wander aswell and laid his head on top of him, them falling asleep on eachother with eachother.

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ASGHH THATS ALL anyways if u made it this far, CONGRATS HERES UR PRIZE (silly thing made by me)

[kissitbttr]

LMAOO bae ik u heard of that j cole nd kendrick beef 😭😭 what would frat!mig’s reaction be bc i think its so funny since thats both his fav artists

SEEEE EXACTLY WHAT I HAD IN MY MIND WHEN I HEARD THE NEWSSSS!! WENT STRAIGHT TO FRAT!MIGGY

“unbelievable. eso fue muy estúpido” he scoffs, scrolling through his phone by the bed.

you peer over your shoulder to look at him, abandoning the open book and pencil. “baby, you have been grumbling for the past ten minutes. are you menstruating or something?”

“what the hell? no! of course not! it’s just that” he sighs heavily, eyebrows pinching in frustrations as his eyes settled on his phone screen. “the fuck is j. cole problem?”

raising an eyebrow, you stand up before walking over towards him. miguel has his sweatpants with no t-shirt on, showcasing his bronze skin with rippled muscles that never fails to make you wet. his other hand playing mindlessly with a ball, throwing it up to the ceiling before catching it back so effortlessly.

“this is about j cole and kendrick beef?” arms crossed over your chest while asking, amused by how your boyfriend gets quite worked up over this,

“technically, kendrick has no beef with the man. j cole just loves to starts shit which is so not him. what the fuck is going on?!” he answers with a tone, eyes looking up at you momentarily. “like look at this shit, muñeca!”

miguel turns the screen towards you, showing a headline of j cole writing a diss track as a response to kendrick’s first jab against him and drake. your eyes squinting to read the news carefully,

“you done reading? my hand is getting tired” miguel jokes, earning a warning glare from you. “see?! and look at this part right here—he even said that kendrick was not that good if he only produced an album once in a blue moon” he rolls his eyes, turning the phone back to him.

“baby that’s not what he said” you watch how his focus is turned back onto the news. “you’re taking it out of context. it even said that kendrick wrote the diss first”

“who’s side are you on?!”

“i’m not siding with anyone!” you defend, almost bursting out a laugh at how serious he is looking at you. as if this beef between his two favorite artists somehow is a matter life and death. “you love these two guys, i don’t think you should put too much thought into it and just rather listen to the music”

“that’s a very loser ass response of you, muñeca”

“fucking excuse me?!”

“this shit is important! because i gotta know what really drives j cole into doing this shit to kendrick. and you know me better, hermosa! if i had to choose between the two it’s always going to be kendrick!”

“well I didn’t ask that”

“well you should have!” he mocks your tone, scoffing. “and why the fuck is drake even gets dragged into this shit?! ‘7 minute drill’ yeah your career is a 7 minute drill compared to kendrick, homie” he tsks, head shaking at the lame attempt of j cole trying to embarrass kendrick.

it’s both cute and annoying when miguel acts like this sometimes, heavy on the annoying though. he really is obsessed with the two men who he will argue to hell and back how they changed his perspectives in music,

“i am not arguing this with you. jackass” you mumble, rolling your eyes. “and since you’re very very preoccupied at the moment, i am cancelling my plan to let you fuck me from behind tonight” you say before walking back to his desk

and that somehow catches his attention. both his hands stop moving, whipping his head towards you and eyes go wide.

“what did you say?! wait—wait—i’ll take it back, baby! these two mean nothing to me! oh my god, please come back! i am going to die if you don’t hop on my dick tonight!”

[luca-the-star-child]

HOLD ON I JUST THOUGHT OF A BANGER AU OF DANNY PHANTOM!!!!

Okag so this Au can be mainly used for everlasting trio (platonic or not), but you can use anything else

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Alot of things are basically the same, EXCEPT this is halfa trio au, BUT THERES IS ONLY ONE PHANTOM/HALFA HERO! Or at least thats what everyone else thinks, BECAUSE SAM, TUCKER AND DANNY ARE ALL HALFAS

But theres something missing here right? How are they all halfas but theres only "one" ghost hero?

My friends...THEY ARE KINDA OF AN AMALGAMATION BUT ALSO NOT, their main form is a mix of the tree of them BUT they can also shapeshift a bit

Not enough to change their WHOLE appearence, for example:

if they are gonna deal with a ghostly tech (or magic) problem, the ghost will look more like Tucker, if its a nature the ghost will look like Sam (and other theme that you think will fit Sam, because i want to give at least 2 themes for each) one), if the problem is Space/Ice they will look more like Danny.

But it will still be a mix, only that more traits of each of them will appear more (if the problems is focused on the areas of only two, both traits will appear more)

And their thoughs? Can they each think separetly or not? Well i like the idea of their thoughs beaing separed, which will cause a lot of problems at their start on being a hero.

OH AND ALSO!! The main form will have 2 legs and 2 Arms, and the body will look human, but certain times, if 2 arms are -for example- stuck, at least 2 more país can appear, i think it will look good if that mainly happen with arms and legs, but fuck it, anything else works, like their head will just turn in a less fucked up version of like...v0ldemort face being on the back of that one professor head.

ANY WAY GETTING THIS OUT OF THE WAY, lets give more details!!!

The Start:

Their backstorys and family relations is all the same, danny parents are still the "crazy" scientists that believe in ghost, and all that jazz

We know how it goes, the portal gets ready, does not work, The Fenton parents get sad and bla bla bla (you can choose the details here)

But the trio wants to check it, they go see it and for whatever motive you choose they wnat danny to go inside the portal, AND THATS WHERE THINGS CHANGE

Because danny refuses to go unless the three of them go, they agree, take on of the others Danny's extra HAZMATS suits, and they go inside (they hold hands because its dark and they don't want to get hurt)

Their death:

The portal turns on with the three of them still inside, and well they go trough alot of pain and well they have one form and they are tripping everywhere and can't use their(?) body very well, and everyones panicking and hearing each others thoughs and crying and they see a mirror (you choose how they look like exactly but i think their form is changing constatly, and the faces is not exactly right ...until they open their eyes, and are all fallen in the floor, human, breathing and most important, normal!

Other:

So everything is the same, except some details, like when vlad sees danny, he doesnt see that danny is an halfa like him, but knows that he is not exactly normal, so he keeps his eyes closes to him, but nothing happens. UNTILL HE SEES PHANTOM (and think the name should be only one and still be phantom) and realizes that is danny, so he follows while hidden to talk to him, and sees the trio destransform

His obsession still has something to do with marrying maddie and adopting Danny (be it him wanting a family, and being delusional that only these two will love him), but he ONLY wants danny to be his halfa son, so he kinda wants to find a way to only have danny as an halfa (be it killing Sam and Tucker)

And then he goes to cloning, and Danniele is born, she is still mainly a clone of Danny, but she still has Sam and Tucker DNA (Vlad failed to truly get rid of these two DNA, so he stuck to having just the minumum of their DNA), they help Danniele (who chooses to now be named Ellie) and she goes to travel the world (in this, she has a phone, and keeps in touch with the trio)

Jazz still is the one to first fully alive person to find out their secret, she doenst change a lot, she just worries more because of the trio

Valerie still is Red Huntress and hates ghosts, but she gets a truce with phantom sooner and gets rid of her hatred of ghost earlier (her Dad still loses his job, and she gets kicked out of the A-Listers, and she still works a part-time job at Nasty Burger)

Amity park thinks Phantom is one person and just shapeshifts (not that crazy of an idea once you realizes ghost exists) and so does the ghost at their first meeting untill they se the trio destransfrom.

The G.I.W is not much of a joke here, because goverment, but they suck ALOT on catchin ghosts

If you wanna go with dissection, i have no idea what will happen so be creative

May add images later?

[hobiebrownismygod]

Rising - 1610!Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

This is just a teaser of the fan fiction I have brewing in my drafts. Its probably going to be pretty long and maybe even end up becoming multiple parts, so lmk if thats something you're interested in or if I should continue this story, because its got a lot of lore and I'm not gonna get into it all if no one's interested

Synopsis: Miles knew he would have to battle with his guilt from his Uncle Aaron's death, but he never expected to get involved with the Prowler again. This time, the Prowler returns with a new face.

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10:36 A.M. Aaron Davis's Funeral - Miles' POV ________________________________________________________________

"Thank you for coming." Miles watched as his mom quietly whispered her thanks to the numerous family members approaching them with their kind words and back pats. He forced a smile as a woman he didn't even know cupped his face in her hands, her condolences barely audible over the loud murmurs of the rest of the funeral crowd. The cold Brooklyn breeze sent shivers down his spine, his thin suit coat doing little to prevent the goosebumps from rapidly spreading across his skin.

It was a gloomy day, dark clouds on the horizon blocking the sun, the inevitable chance of pouring rainfall growing closer and closer as the wind pushed the overcast towards the funeral service. It had been exactly one week and two days since his Uncle Aaron's sudden death. The cops, well Miles' dad Jeff, had done a good job covering up his uncle's involvement in the collider sequence that generated the tens of tiny earthquakes, shaking New York to its core and leading to thousands worth of property damage. It was as if the Prowler had never existed. They said that his uncle died during one of the earthquakes, trapped under the rubble while trying to help evacuate a neighborhood but Miles knew better.

He knew the truth. He knew that his uncle wasn't a good guy. He knew that he'd been working with Kingpin. He knew about the Sinister Six. But worse than all the rest, he knew that it was his fault his uncle was dead. Because if he hadn't been bit by that damn spider, Aaron Davis would still be alive.

"Dear friends and family, we gather here today in grief and love to remember the life of Aaron Davis and to support one another during this difficult time. As we come together, let us take a moment to offer a prayer of comfort, healing, and strength..."

It was starting. Miles quickly took a seat next to his mom who was silently dabbing the corner of her eye with a small, white napkin. She put her hand on top of Miles' squeezing gently and shooting him a slight smile before they both turned their heads to look back over at his father, who was approaching the podium to give his farewell speech. Miles watched as his father pulled out what looked like a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, looked at it for a moment, and then shoved it back in with a sigh. He placed his hands on both sides of the microphone, eliciting a small, high-pitched screech, evoking subtle winces among the crowd.

His dad cleared his throat, and began to speak, his voice wavering slightly with every change in tone. It was hard for him, probably harder than it was for Miles. Miles couldn't help but feel a little proud of his dad for being able to stand up there and talk about the man that they'd lost, because he knew that if he himself tried to go up there, he'd break down and never be able to build himself back up again.

"Aaron was my baby brother. But more than that, he was my best friend." His dad chuckled slightly, memories flooding his mind as he continued, "I remember when we were young, how the two of us would go out causing trouble like we were invincible. Like nothing could break us..."

As Miles's focus slowly wavered, he felt his father's voice becoming more and more muffled. Miles' mind was overwhelmed by unwelcome thoughts, flooding his senses and making his swallowing sharper and his eyes heavier. If I hadn't been bit...would he still be here today? He closed his eyes quickly, to prevent himself from breaking down right there, swallowing back his tears before opening them again and looking back at his father. If I hadn't been followed...would he have survived?

If I'd shook him off my path that day, he would've never realized that I was going to Aunt May's house. And he wouldn't have caught me. And I wouldn't have taken my mask off. And he wouldn't have been shot.

Miles heard clapping and opened his eyes again, forcing a smile onto his face and clapping along with everyone else while his dad sat down in the seat next to him. Another person went up to the stand, someone Miles didn't know. As the person began to talk, Miles felt his mind wandering again, back to those horrible, horrible thoughts. But there was a hint of truth behind them, wasn't there? If I hadn't-

He felt a tingling sensation in his body, the hairs on his arms standing up and a weird, almost nauseating feeling entering the front of his forehead. His spider-sense. It was detecting something.

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hello thereee👋👋

I absolutely love the daughter fic so here's my idea for the next part!

So clancy, torchie and reader have a meeting to start a plan about the while doing that thing and clancy and reader have this kind of connection while making the plan. like having the same idea, finishing each other's sentence and that kind of things. the torchbearer notices, gets kinda (maybe really 🫣) jealous and talks about it out loud? like if asking them "what's going on between you two?"

and well, the rest of it its up to you

i think i plan on making more requests so may i have 🐹?

thats all so byebye!

Daughter Part 5 - Torchbearer + Clancy + Nico!Daughter

Warnings: Dema related stuff

Word Count: 1683

We had to make a plan. We all knew it. The little scrap piece of paper that was shoved into my tent early in the morning had described the meeting we were meant to have. Late at night, after everyone but Clancy, The Torchbearer, and I had gone to bed, we were to meet in the forest, away from camp. I could hear the crickets chirping as my feet crunched down on the dry grass. It wasn’t a long walk from camp, but with the moon shining above me, I could tell I was a long way from home.

“Ash.” The Torchbearer.

I jumped, his voice breaking the silence of nature.

“Torchbearer.” I took a deep breath before turning around to face him.

“You look tired,” he spoke, moving closer to me. His presence was softer than usual, like he was trying to be gentler than he had been before. A subtle apology.

“I am tired.”

“You’re carrying a lot on your shoulders. I see it.” His eyes scanned my face for a reaction. I didn’t know what to give him.

Before I could respond, another voice cut through the woods. “You’re not starting without me, are you?”

Clancy emerged from the shadows, brushing a hand over his shaved head. He was grinning, but his eyes flicked between us, assessing. “I’d hate to miss the opening act.”

“No one’s started anything,” The Torchbearer replied sharply. He moved a step closer to me, but I shifted slightly toward Clancy, unsure why the air felt suddenly tense.

“Good,” Clancy said, flashing me a smile. “You’re the one who called us here. What’s the first move?”

Torchbearer nodded. “We need to figure out how to get into the compound without setting off alarms.” 

I knew what he was talking about. “If we—”

“—loop through the south side and disable the secondary sensors,” Clancy finished.

“Exactly,” I said, nodding. “But we’d need to time it with their shift change.”

“Right. They switch out every three hours, but the 2 a.m. window is the quietest,” Clancy said.

I glanced up at him, a spark of shared understanding lighting between us. “That’s what I was thinking.”

The Torchbearer cleared his throat loudly. “And what about the patrols on the north perimeter? You’re acting like they don’t exist.”

“They do,” Clancy said, his grin unfaltering, “but they’re predictable. If we follow their patterns—”

“—and keep our movement slow, we can slip past them.” My words came out instinctively, syncing with Clancy’s train of thought.

The Torchbearer’s jaw tightened. “What’s going on between you two?”

“What?” I blinked, looking at him in confusion.

“You’re finishing each other’s sentences like you’ve rehearsed this,” he said, his tone cool but edged with something unmistakable—jealousy. His gaze bounced between Clancy and me, landing on me. “Is there something I should know?”

Clancy leaned back, crossing his arms with a raised eyebrow. “Why, Torchbearer? Feeling left out?”

“Don’t push it,” The Torchbearer snapped, his usual composure slipping. He turned back to me, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “Ash?” I didn’t know why he kept using my old name. It was weirdly comforting. 

“There’s nothing going on,” I said quickly, though I could feel heat rising in my face. “We just… think alike sometimes. That’s all.”

“Think alike?” The Torchbearer repeated, his eyes narrowing.

“Exactly,” Clancy said, smirking. “It’s like magic. Great minds, you know?”

The Torchbearer didn’t look amused. In fact, his lips pressed into a thin line, and the tension in his shoulders was palpable.

“Let’s focus,” I said, trying to steer the conversation back. “We need this plan to work.”

The Torchbearer’s eyes lingered on me for a moment longer before he sighed and nodded. “Fine. Let’s finish this.”

We settled into the details. The compound’s layout was daunting, with overlapping patrols and reinforced checkpoints. It was clear that the Bishops had anticipated any attempt to infiltrate the walls. We worked through possibilities, refining strategies and eliminating risks until we had something resembling a plan. All the while, Clancy and I fell into an unspoken rhythm, bouncing ideas off each other, completing thoughts, and sketching out maneuvers. The Torchbearer remained quiet, his watchful gaze fixed on us like he was trying to decipher a code.

Hours later, we wrapped up. The moon hung low, and the first hints of dawn began to tint the horizon. Clancy stretched, yawning loudly. “Well, that was productive. I’ll head back first. Don’t want anyone getting suspicious.” He gave me a quick wink, then disappeared into the trees before either of us could respond.

The Torchbearer exhaled, his frustration slipping through. “He’s reckless.”

“He’s clever,” I countered.

“Cleverness gets you killed.” His voice was firm, but his expression softened as he looked at me. “I’m only saying this because I don’t want you getting hurt. You’re too important to risk for someone like Clancy.”

I frowned, unsure how to respond. “It’s not about him. It’s about all of us. You know that.”

“I know,” he said quietly. His hand brushed against mine, and for a moment, I thought he might say more. But instead, he stepped back. “We should head back.”

By the time we returned to camp, the sun was rising, and the others were beginning to stir. Clancy’s absence didn’t register at first. It wasn’t until the breakfast fire was lit, and he still hadn’t appeared, that unease began to settle in. The Torchbearer stood apart from the group, his arms crossed as he scanned the edge of the woods.

“He’s late,” I said, stepping up beside him.

“Or he’s caught.” The Torchbearer’s voice was grim.

I shook my head. “Clancy’s too careful for that.��

“Is he?” He turned to face me, his expression hard. “You don’t know what the Bishops are capable of. I do.”

“You think I don’t know what the Bishops are capable of? Torchbearer, you’re joking.”

As if on cue, a faint sound drifted from the forest—a low, rhythmic thudding. The camp fell silent as we strained to listen. The sound grew louder, resolving into the heavy march of boots. Then came the voices—harsh commands barked in unison. My stomach twisted as figures emerged from the trees. Bishops. Their crimson robes glowed in the light of their lanterns, and in their midst, bound and struggling, was Clancy.

“No,” I breathed, my heart pounding.

Clancy’s face was bruised, but his eyes blazed with defiance. As the Bishops dragged him past the camp’s edge. 

The Torchbearer’s arm shot out, barring my way before I could take even a step forward. His grip was iron as he pulled me back.

“Let me go!” I screamed, my voice raw, the edges of panic scraping against my throat. My feet kicked against the dirt, desperate to chase after Clancy. “They’ll kill him!”

“And if you run after him, they’ll kill you too!” The Torchbearer’s voice was firm, but his grip tightened as I thrashed against him. “Ash, stop!”

“I can’t just leave him!” I cried, my vision blurring with tears. My whole body trembled, caught between desperation and fury. I clawed at his arms, trying to break free, but he held me fast, his strength unyielding.

“Look at them!” he snapped, forcing me to still. “They’re armed, they’re organized, and they’re looking for you. You’ll only make it worse!”

“Worse?” I spat the word, my voice shaking. “They’re dragging him to his death! We can’t just stand here!”

His face twisted in frustration, and for a moment, I saw something raw and painful in his eyes. “We don’t have the numbers. We don’t have the weapons. Running in there now is suicide—and it won’t save him.”

I shook my head, refusing to listen. The distant sound of Clancy’s struggle cut through the air, tearing at me. “I can’t do nothing. I can’t leave him!”

“You’re not leaving him,” The Torchbearer said fiercely, his face inches from mine now. “But if you go down there, we lose you too. I can’t—” He stopped himself, his jaw tightening. “I can’t let that happen.”

The weight of his words hit me like a punch to the chest, but it wasn’t enough to quell the storm inside me. I sagged against his hold, tears streaming silently down my cheeks as the Bishops and Clancy disappeared into the shadows. His defiance had stayed until the end, but now even that was swallowed by the forest.

“Please,” I whispered, barely able to form the word. “Please, we have to do something.”

“We will,” The Torchbearer promised, his voice low and steady. “But not now. Not like this.”

He guided me back to camp, his arm firm around my shoulders, shielding me from the curious stares of the others. I couldn’t stop looking over my shoulder, hoping against hope to see Clancy breaking free, to hear his laugh cutting through the dread. But the forest remained silent.

When we reached the campfire, the weight of the night settled over me. The Torchbearer guided me to a seat, crouching in front of me. “Listen to me,” he said softly, his hands resting on my knees to ground me. “We’ll get him back.”

“How?” My voice was hollow.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said. “But we can’t rush in blind. If we’re going to save him, we need a plan. A real one this time.”

I didn’t respond. The idea of waiting, of planning, felt unbearable. Every second wasted felt like another second Clancy was slipping further away.

The others gathered slowly, sensing the tension but staying quiet. I stared into the fire, my mind racing. Clancy had been the glue in our fractured group, the one who kept us laughing even when the world pressed its weight onto our shoulders. We couldn’t lose him. I couldn’t lose him.

Somewhere in the distance, the Bishops were taking him deeper into the compound, where they’d try to break him. But I knew Clancy—knew his spirit wouldn’t shatter easily. That spark of defiance they’d dragged into the forest? It was still burning. And no matter how long it took, I’d make sure it burned free again.

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[apostleofthreedimensions]

Timeline

A timeline of every time a Spacelander has visited Flatland! Starting with...

Flatland's Year 0!

My friend @frau-line had the idea of a messiah and an apostle that fell in love and lived in Spaceland together. I also saw an idea for a god myth that included a picture of a sphere with a line orbiting around it and thought that that was a banger design for a god(s). Though I cant for the life of me find it now... its a small fandom I'll see it eventually.

With that out of the way, heres these two nameless but lovely ladies. I think at this point Flatland would be in like, caveman times or something, but the line is a fast learner and quickly absorbed all information that the sphere gave her.

As for Spacelands society, theyre far ahead of Flatland, but still not nearly as technologically advanced as they are in the film. Maybe like aztec times...?

Theyve just found Flatland and know exactly nothing about it. They sent the sphere to go check it out, and when she came back a month later they had a Flatlander with them.

They study the line and Flatland and they find out... something... that makes it so they set a concrete rule to only ever visit once every thousand years to impart knowledge upon the primitive Flatlanders.

I have no idea why they decide to do this every 1000 years. Perhaps the line dies shortly after her ascension to Spaceland (due to gravitational forces) and the sphere is heartbroken and bitter and shes like "Flatland is extremely fragile we must only interact with it rarely or we will FUCK UP and KILL things"

Year 1000

frau-line fuels this scenario and the next as well. Her ideas are some of the most interesting and compelling I've seen so its hard not to steal :P

The messiah of the Year 1000 wasnt exactly thrilled to do this job, but the first official visit was something highly anticipated and that he was specifically taught to do, so he studied hard and practiced well. He thought it easy and simple until, well...

Unfortunately, the year 1000 apostle must have been at least a little unhinged before enlightenment, so this messiahs mission went wildly off the rails. As soon as he finished his geometry homework, he started a massive country-wide riot, and martyred himself before anyone could ask what he was rioting for.

As for his shape I think he was either a hexagon or an octagon i cant remember im so sorry frau line 😖😖😖

Any fucking ways the messiah is like

And he has some like. Idk not trauma, but he is a little fucked up by it and thinks he should have taken it more seriously or whatever. Who cares though

Year 2000

Saturnius and Areia. Thanking frau-line every day for creating these guys, their plot is so captivating and I have a huge soft spot for Ariea specifically.

Saturnius is a noble sphere prince that takes his job deathly seriously, and Areia is a low class line determined to spread the gospel no matter the cost. The cost ends up being a holy war that is far more destructive than the year 1000 apostle could have even imagined...

Nothing I could say about them could live up to Suovetaurilia, so please give it a read!

Year 3000

You know who these guys are.

Year 4000

Finally, my home grown boys!

Xerxes is very lacking in the self confidence department and is trying to be the best most effective messiah to date to prove himself. His hopes are shattered when he happens to pick Claude, an average pentagon working an average 9-5 job, who doesn't give a singular shit about the third dimension at all. Xerxes doesn't give up easily, and secretly interacts with Claude even after the millennial visit in order to convince Claude to become an apostle. Unfortunately, it turns out Claude is just as stubborn.

...And thats all I have! This is all just my personal headcanon, so I'd really love to hear what you all think the timeline looks like!!

[mm-lurking]

Al-Haitham, The Jealous Scribe

Just a (not proofread) drabble I wrote a month-ish ago. Its Al-HaithamxMaiya (my oc), but tbh you can also read it as reader since its written in second person. Hope you enjoy! No content warning is needed, just Haitham being Haitham and fluff

--- Al-Haitham who doesn’t understand jealousy because he never experienced it himself, but when he sees Maiya with another man enjoying he can’t help but feel something awkward in his chest.

Al-Haitham who ignores the feelings, saying it must be nothing as he continues to read his book yet the words on the page blur and he can’t read with a clear mind as he sees his woman conversing happily with some man that’s not him.

Al-Haitham who knows that logically she’s just discussing work and socialising as expected of her job yet emotionally he feels strange, almost like something is whispering to him making him want to pull her away from that dude.

Al-Haitham who watches and watches them closely while pretending to read a book, this feeling in him growing more and more until he realises the term for it- jealousy.

Al-Haitham who scoffs at himself, mentally rolling his eyes as he chides himself. Me? Jealous? no way, he thinks, yet a part of him knows that’s exactly what it is.

Al-Haitham who snaps his book close and walks a little over his natural speed up to his wife, whose still engaged in a conversation with the other man. She doesn’t see him approaching as she’s so engrossed in her topic.

Al-Haitham who slowly puts a hand on her lower back and smirks slightly when he hears her soft gasp as he narrows his eyes to look at the man opposite of his wife.

Al-Haitham who tries his best to watch his tongue yet the jealousy seeps into his mouth and he says a few polite words wondering what such topic could occupy his wife completely.

Al-Haitham who turns slightly red when he hears his wife giggle a little as she has probably figured out that he’s jealous. She turns her face around and gently looks at him and he immediately softens.

Al-Haitham who knows it’s irrational to feel this way yet the fingers dig deeper into her skin as he looks back at the man in front of her, whose starting to shake a bit after realising this is the scribe of the Akaydemia.

Al-Haitham who turns red again when he hears his wife giggle harder as she apologises to the man in front of her and introduces him as her husband. The man’s eyes widen further and he stutters.

Al-Haitham whose smirking is very obvious now from how the man seems afraid after knowing the scribe is married to the woman he’s talking to. He watches as his wife assures the guy to not panic.

Al-Haitham who cannot wait for the man to leave and lets out a sigh of relief as he watches the man end the conversation, leaving his wife confused slightly as she sadly says goodbye and tells him she will see him later.

Al-Haitham who scowls when he hears her say so, rolling his eyes mentally as he doesn’t want to think about his wife seeing that man again.

Al-Haitham who denies the accusations his wife brings up, calling him jealous in a playful manner and teasing him saying that he just wanted to make sure she’s safe and alright.

“If thats the case, you should have no problem in me meeting him in the Akaydemia itself right? Since it’s safe there?”

Al-Haitham who grabs her wrist as she pretends to leave and only when she laughs does he realise she was kidding. He turns red further and avoids eye contact at her antics.

“You know I am only yours right?”

Al-Haitham who blushes as she kisses his cheek and wraps her arms around his bicep. No matter how well versed he was in knowledge, his heart was a matter he could never fully comprehend, especially if it belonged to a woman like her.

--- Hope you liked it! ©mm-lurking do not repost, copy or steal.

[kat651]

diary (Sherlock x reader)

He knew it was wrong. He truly did, but curiosity had gotten the best of him, and it was just sitting there. Sherlock had found himself liking you more than he should for someone that worked for him, but he wanted to know what interested you. Sherlock scanned the contents of your diary with interest.

You liked chocolate, certain flowers, he found your favorite color, what books you liked, your hobbies. He paused at the last entry. 

I know it's wrong, especially considering the fact that he hates sentiment, but I can't help but make a special place in my heart for him. He may be hard to read but thats what makes him so special, if Sherlock Holmes was just a regular person with regular hobbies and interests i probably wouldn't have even noticed him, save for those eyes, but because he's so different and so unique i can't help but want what i can't have. Maybe I need to move out, being flatmates with him and John makes it even harder for me to think straight. 

I know for a fact that John knows exactly how I feel. If Sherlock was anyone else besides my boss, I'd tell him the truth. But I can't lose this job because my heart wants something it can't have. Our friendship may be nothing more than work related but I cherish it. A lot.  

Update: I found an apartment for sale a few blocks away. If I save up, I should be able to pay the rent by the end of the month. How on earth am I supposed to tell them I'm moving out? John will understand but he won't be happy about it. But sherlock? How will he react? 

Sherlock closed the diary and ran to your room,tossing it on your bed, his heart was racing. You were leaving? You loved him? He stood and began to pace, mind going a mile a minute. He felt a pit in his stomach and realized he felt the same way you did. 

Sherlock threw on his coat and ran to the store, picking up some chocolate and a few other things he now knew you liked. He knew that John knew you liked him so John would immediately pick up on Sherlock's feelings. He brushed it off and bought everything anyway. 

You walked into the flat and slipped your shoes off before going into the living room. “Hey john… where's sherlock?”

“He left about a half hour ago, probably something about the case…” 

You nodded and sat down. “Well since hes gone now is probably the best time to tell you. Im leaving.”

“What?”

“I can't do this anymore… it's too hard seeing him every time i step through the door. I'm not quitting i'm just moving down the street… maybe ill come back if i can get everything inside under control but for now i need to leave…”

You hadn’t heard sherlock come back. “Your leaving?”

You turned around to see sherlock standing in the entrance to the livingroom with a bag in his hand. 

“I… yeah, at the end of next week, im just heading down the street. I need time to myself… i might come back after a few months i just i cant…” you hung your head. 

“Ill leave you two to talk,” john said, heading to his room.

Sherlock slowly walked to you until he was standing directly infront of you. “Is there anything i can say or do to change your mind?”

‘There is one thing,’ you thought. ‘If you loved me. It wouldnt hurt if you did…’ you sighed. “I dont think so…”

Shurlock gently grabbed your hands. “Is it me?” he asked, pretending not to know. 

John was standing with his ear against his door, listening.

“No. i mean yes, i mean… its complicated…”

“Please tell me, if ive done something to cause you to feel that you have to leave just tell me, i- please stay…” sherlock pleaded, squeezing your hands and looking at you with puppy eyes. 

“Sherlock i cant-”

He grabbed your face in his hands, looking into your eyes with his now sad ones. “Please stay…”

“No ive made up my mind, im going…”

“No…”

“Oh come on Sherlock its not like im- what are you so afraid of?!”

“You want to know what i'm afraid of?!” he asked, tears welling in his eyes. 

“Yes i do!” you shouted. 

“Everything!” he screamed.

You looked at him confused.

“Everything that involves you scares me! Im afraid to move to think im…” he reached out to touch your face but recoiled. “Im scared to touch you! I-im afraid you step out that door, every time i let you help me with a case! I let you in, i let myself love you and now your leaving! I cant loose you! I-i wont survive…” at some point he had fallen to his knees and now he was crying at your feet. “Please stay…”

You knelt in front of him. “You love me?”

Sherlock nodded, looking up at you. “More than anything…”

You chuckled and threw your arms around him, placing your lips on his. “I love you too…”

Sherlock kissed you repeatedly “y/n… please… don't go…”

You hugged him tighter. “I'm not going anywhere, i'm staying right here… with you.”

[ilovehimyourhonour]

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park j. jongseong x fem! reader . university au , written chapter . reader is anxious , shy/awkward jay tehehe .

a/n mmm idk exactly how I feel about this one , but kinda thought we should see shy/awkward jay 🤭

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the knowledge of jay park’s whereabouts in this particular moment was definitely effecting you mentally, and the classmate seated next to you would say you were definitely being effected physically as well. your hands shook as you attempted to bring the paintbrush to your canvas, your sneaker tapped gently against the tiled floors, and your top teeth now sunk into your bottom lip.

“I cant do this,” you mutter beneath your breath, dropping the paintbrush into the little cup of water next to your tray of paints.

“are you alright?” the girl next to you questions, you muster what little calm you posses and give her a weak smile—she isn’t fooled but she doesnt press on. giving you a weary glance before turning back to the canvas sat along her own easel.

you take a deep breath, then another, and then another. your hands glide up and down your thighs, an attempt to calm your nerves. willing your anxiety to come back down to earth, for at least a moment—you’d beg for just a second of peace. why are you getting so worked up about this? and where was jungwon?

it had been a little over a week now, jay hasn’t done anything to effect your social status, honestly you’ve barely heard or seen jay throughout the campus over the last several days. its all in your head. he probably doesn’t even remember you. youre just some clumsy girl who ruined his shirt. you mean nothing to him. everything’s gonna be fine.

“has she been like this all day?” jungwon’s volume brings you back to reality, he stands next to the girl who was most likely questioning your sanity. “what’s got your pretty head in the clouds?” he hums, you sigh and push yourself up from your stool. taking the lead, you direct the two of you towards a table along the back of the room.

“is he still out there?” you whisper as you pass by a window, not daring to peek out.

“this is what’s got you so worked up?”

“is he?”

“yeah,” he frowns, setting the paper bag onto the table. “hes just out there sitting on the front steps, it looks like hes waiting for something.” jungwon reaches into the bag and begins unloading the boxes of food. “but lets not worry about it, im sure he’s just waiting for this weeks hookup.” jungwon turns to you with his brightest grin, and you cant help but let your own smile peak through—he was just too cute.

the two of you settle into your chairs, separate your chopsticks, and dig in. jungwon mumbles about something that happened earlier in one of his classes, the food stuffed into his mouth making it hard to understand what he was saying—but you simply nodded, trying to catch as much information as you could.

“I just cant believe she would say that, you know?” you hum and turned back to your food. “oh lord,” jungwon whispers. you glance up at him, assuming he dropped food onto his white shirt, but he is staring straight past you.

“what?” you frown, turning to face the same direction he was.

you should have never looked, you should have minded your business and continued eating.

jay park stands near the entrance, along with one of his minions and a boy thats very unfamiliar. the taller, older boy meets your gaze, and he smiles softly—taking a few steps in your direction in the process.

“hi,” he says. “um, one of the theatre teachers sent us to check on the props,” he rubs his hands together—almost as if he’s nervous.

“oh, um,” you glance past him. jay still stands by the door, his gaze focused on the ground. “I didn’t work on them,” you chuckle awkwardly as you rise from your seat. “but,” you turn to where your classmate had been sitting, only to see her space empty. “oh, she left.”

“its okay, we can come back later.” the younger boy smiles, taking a step forward.

“I think that would be best,” you sigh. “im sorry I couldn’t be more help.”

“oh no, its all good. thank you,” you smile as the two boys retreat back towards jay—who stands with his back turned attention lingering on the wall of past projects, his fingers gently trace a drawing tacked to the wall.

a drawing made by you…

@heeseungsim @thekinkpopstandsforkrackheads @yizhoutv

© ilovehimyourhonour

[noahowls]

Birthday Boy 🎂

Audience: General

Word Count: 1k+

Pairing: Mr. Fickelgruber/Wonka

Summary: It's gonna be Wonka's special day soon. So they need to plan, and act fast! But not everything goes well. So what can they do?

Content Warnings: None

Felix Fickelgruber sat in his office: planning meetings, writing notes, chocolate plans, stocks, you know the drill. Buisness meetings piled up his mind so he couldn'treally take a breathe out of it. It was stressful!

As he finished his daily business, he checks his calendar, everythings normal but then something caught his eye. Wonka's birthday. How could he forget? It's in a week, everything needs to be perfect. For him. For his boyfriend.

The green-suited man immediately planned what to get for his boy: plushies, a suit, a dress? Anything. And what else does he like? What about the cake? It was all jumbled in his head. It has to be perfect. But how could he do it in a short ammount of time? How can he? He needs a team, Wonka's friends and that Noodle girl.

He hasted out of the office to find Wonka's friends. He rushed to the local library where Noodle lived with her mother. He raised his hand the oak door. Knock knock! The brass handle turns, the door swung opened.

"Mr. Fickelgruber, what are you doing here?" Noodle asked.

"Oh hello Noodle, my dear. I'm terribly sorry for interrupting you at this early hour but Wonka's birthday is next week."

"Next week?" She gasped, she also seemed to forget. Well that might make it worse.

Felix and Noodle agreed to work together for the birthday boy. The duo rush to find the others and get them to plan for this special day.

The plan was simple: get some good desserts and food; get some gifts; party decorations; and last of all, guests!

Time was ticking. Its only within a week from now.

Mr. Fickelgruber would ordered some good food, Lottie would help spread the word through her tounge, Larry would help be the comedian of the party, this is perfect! The food would taste like heaven, with one of the finest bakers in town, everything should be arriving soon. Posters and fliers were handed out. Now they can finally rest. They worked their ass off for this, for him.

Days had passed. The sun rosed up as slow as a snail. The birds tweep.

But then, the thunder to this story came. Felix woked up with a call on the phone.

"Hello?"

The other person spoke in a classy voice, "I'm so sorry to inform you sir, but the chef seems to be busy at the date booked. He has an important visit at the time booked so we might have to delay it to another day"

Ah shit. Another day? Really?. What should he do now?

Just as he finished the call, the personal butler of his hustled in for another phone call, this time it was Larry. The comedian explained in a guilty tone that his part in the party may nto happen as there might be an important visiting to attend on exactly that day. This is a disaster! The deliveries seem to be delayed, people are booked, the special day is only in three days!

The thoughts tangled in his head like your hair when you wake up. He needs to fix this, and fast.

Immediately he searches for other replacements. Nothing works. Nothing goes to plan. Nothing is good. He wanted to scream into a pillow because of this.

But then he took a breathe, breathing in and out. Let's rethink this carefully and slowly. He needed to remember who this was for. His boyfriend.

What was is it about him? Wonka doesnt really care about anything. Any gift given to him, even if its as small as a penny, would give him joy. So even if the party isn't as lavish like a corrination party, he would still love it. It's the thought that counts to him. The love and care would fill his heart, no matter what

Thats it. Thats it.

Another lightbulb popped in his head. The boy loves plushies, any kind, so why not make one himself? Who cares if it looks god awful, it doesnt matter as long as it was made with love.

Over the next two days, things fall smoothly again. Larry's visit was sent to another time, Felix could actually make and bake some things with chocolate even when he managed to found a replacement, and the gifts for the chocolate maker was ready.

And then, the fated day had arrived...

Everyone had preapared, the cakes, the seats, the guest, everything.

Wonka woke up at the crack of dawn and started his usual routine: brush his teeth get dressed, and set off to work. Wonka had not catched up with everyone lately, so obviously he had no idea what was coming for him. He was swarmed with buisness strangles to even take a break. He came back to his appartment after another long day at work. His back was slouched, shoulder dropped. His fingers twisted the silver doorknob. He needed a break, he needed a break. The door creaked. Lights were off. As he flipped the switch, his eyes widened.

Everyone in unison shouted, "Happy Birthday!" There was a crowd of people at his house. There were like hundreds of people there.

Willy's heart tingled with a warm feeling. Even he forgot it was it was his birthday so it was nice people actually took the time to care for him. His boyfriend shoes tapped on the floor. He greeted him with a kiss. Felix raised out a wrapped gift.

Wonka's eyes widened and imediately ripped open the wrapping. It was a hand-sewed plushie of him and Felix, made by Mr. Fickelgruber himself. It was crudely done, but he loved it. He burtsed with tears of happiness and immediately hugged Felix.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" He then gave a big smooch on the lips. His boyfriend ruffed his curly locks with a curl at the corner of his lips.

He had a great day. Seeing Mr. Chucklesworth's stories and jokes, the gifts, the dance, the cakes.

Everything was beautiful. Just the way the birthday boy likes it.

[im-smart-i-swear]

funky guys rant below

the more i think abt it the more confused i become abt what exactly to call the kind of relationship all the funky guys have. like i guess found family, in the way the term is used in fandom, describes it well.... but idk as someone who goes way back w the trope & who used to forcefully cram characters i liked into neat family shaped boxes, the term does carry a kind of... weight to it? one might even call it cringe, but i feel like its more of a frustration with pidgeon-holeing and fandomisation as a whole. i think i just read one too many fics where characters in a found family start calling eachother siblings and mom and dad and uncle and honestly that kinda feels sorta. culty, even, to me rn?

which one the other hand thematically speaking does kinda fit - not literally as a cult but more in the way theyre all so codependent and struggle to find a life outside of these dynamics. these ppl DO love each other bc they HAD to to survive and stay relatively sane but also that means this is not a very healthy arrangement. i think that rigid language might fit here thematically bc it represents them all unconciously replicating all the flaws and problems a regular family would have instead of trying to make something better. they (mostly tashi) are falling back on what they know abt how ppl who love each other should act and view each other. which also on a more meta level is just me being rlly fascinated with the fandom idea of a found family and deciding to kinda. bring the idea as far as i can? showing what fucked up dynamics could sprout if you threw a bunch of traumatised freaks together and forced them to play house lest they die in the wilderness alone.

like. when i started dabbling in trying to write for this au, i quickly found that describing them all as a family felt kinda. weird? it just didnt feel right. it felt trope-y, fandomised, flanderised (which is really funny if you consider that this au is in many aspects just that, as much as id like to pretend otherwise). and i have to wonder how much of that is the term not fitting in-universe, and how much is just me looking back at my younger self's less nuanced takes and wanting to have nothing to do with them?

in the end, in-universe, as much as it kinda cringes me out i think the funky guys do very much describe themselves as a family & as siblings - partially bc they do love each other platonically very much and thats just the only term they really knew to describe what they are, and partly for convinience bc its way easier to tell ppl theyre just a bunch of siblings than itd be to 1. explain the whole clone thing and 2. delve into the complexities of all of their relationships in great detail.

and also bc i think describing it as a family makes them more eager to stick together? i think tashi does very much weaponise that, either conciously or subconciously ('we are family, you cant leave!! im your big brother, i know whats best for you')(the thing abt tashi is that hes very good at reading ppl AND hes got separation anxiety AND is a bit of a self righteous idiot and this results in him being kinda manipulative and guilt trippy at times, esp when hes in distress.)

so like. the thing im trying to get at is. the love was there, the love IS still there, and thats kinda the whole problem! they all trapped themselves in this rigid form of relationship, but also around the stickbug mind control arc it all starts to kinda fall apart(sticks Whole deal, webby turning 18, soup wanting to branch out and develop new relationships, buds crippling guilt making them kinda an asshole, tashi getting progressively worse and worse to be around as he falls apart, and ryou being 13 and stuck in the middle of all of it) and none of them rlly know how to handle it.

i dont rlly have a solid idea to what happens after the mind control stuff, aside from the kuro stuff and the fact stick and een do definetely move out again after stick recovers. but the rest? its kinda one big vague 'its slowly and painfully and messily gets better'. this story has always been about making the best of a shitty situation, i think. about people forming deep meaningful bonds but still being messy and stupid and hurting each other, and abt how you can never turn back time and fix all the shit you did wrong in the past, but maybe, if the love is there, if you still want the love to be there after all of that shit, maybe you can try again.

[marcusoseman99]

Songs of the Isle pt 41

Dion: That’s better now I would like to get acquainted Vicktor.

Vick: It’s just Vick.

Dion: Shame.

Apollo: Good luck.

Vick: I should hve gone home.

*The scene shows Vick looking down while the background fade into Dions tent*

Dion: Now, Darlin I’d love to learn about the one causing my Apollo so much trouble.

*Vick takes a drink out of a glass and adjust himself before answering*

Vick: Well we aren’t really that close just-

Dion: Met by fate.

Vick: Coincidence..... just coincidence

Dion: Oh so you don’t believe in Fate, Victor

Vick: I do Apollo is just someone I tolerate.

Dion: Yet Vicktor-

Vick: Vick just Vick.

Dion: Well if you just tolerate him then why did you come all this way even get into a fight just to see if he is ok.

Vick: No it’s not like that I was doing it for Reegan.

Dion: Oh thats it then.

Vick: What?

Dion: Nothing that just explains it.

Vick: EXPLAINS WHAT!?

Dion: You dont like Apollo thankfully its Reegan.

Vick: What no- nooo.

Dion: Oh don't worry i get it Reegn is a handsome guy.

Vick: Ok maybe but-

Dion: Ok I don't acually care about that to be honest i just know that you are a hunter.

Vick: Well-

Dion: Also before you embarrass yourself Vicktor Apollo has told me that you are a hunter...... so don’t lie to me.

*Dion crosses his legs and take a drink from his cup without breaking eye contact with Vick which is making Vick shift round in his seat*

Vick: *sigh* No bullshit.

Dion: Please, Darlin.

Vick: I am not really a hunter my grandfather is, and Reegan is my friend.

Dion: Oh the drama my boys get into

Vick: Yeah i just want- i just

Dion: Spit it out.

Vick: I just want to do the right thing.

Dion: Vick, I have been around for thousands of years I still wonder if i am doing the right thing but you want keeps me sane?

Vick: What?

Dion: Trusting that i am always trying because that all we can do.

Vick: I just dont know if i can do that.

Dion: I think i can see how you and Apollo are- something.

Vick: Really?

Dion: I thought that was obvious, I mean- wait did you think his name is actually Apollo.

Vick: It isn’t.

Dion: No of course not that was the name Hermes gave him as he never told us and refused to answer when we asked. He started out exactly like you- just a bit more violent.

Vick: Well do you know where did he come from.

Dion: He hasn’t never told us but his accent is very hard to miss so definably Scottish.

Vick: I do want to be his…. friend but he is-

Dion: An ass.

Vick: *laughs* Yes

Dion: *sigh* Yes he is but he cares deeply for everything around him but i am pretty sure he hates that.

Vick: Thank you for telling me this I think it will help.

Dion: I told you for his sake he needs all the support he can get.

*Dions face goes sombre*

Dion: But I don't think it will be enough.

Vick: I got that impression.

Dion: Well, I think you have given me enough for now.

Vick*sigh into a whisper* thank God.

*Dion springs forward at Vick one hand on Vicks seat and the other on Vicks shoulder*

Dion: But if I think for a second that you might hurt him or Reegan in anyway then I promise you this you will not make it out of my forest alive-

*Dions voice is deadpan matching his facial expression before going back to his smiling face and backs away*

Dion: Go talk to Demi outside they will take you too Apollo.

Vick: O-ok

Vick: Now that was a threat and a half fuck.

*Vick races toward the tents exit before freezing and turning back slowly*

Vick: You said that you know nothing about Apollo before he got here?

Dion: Yes

Vick: Then how did you know he has been through a lot.

Dion: Darlin...... he came to us as a broken young man he had not eaten in days and had rags on similar to now.

Vick: Oh

Dion: Go see him and maybe- hopefully be his friend he may act like he doesn’t need you, but he probably needs you the most.

*Vick lowers his head and leaves the tent as Dion cleans up the glasses, Vick walks down the path a bit before stopping while looking around*

Vick: Where the hell is this goat… wait is that racist, fuck.

*He turns to his left then back to his right to see Philippos walking by with his head stuck in the book he is reading*

Vick: Let’s hope he is the forgiving type.

[suffarustuffaru]

Im the rem x otto anon, so just to be clear bc i dont think i was in that ask

Rem is an amazing character and has a key role in the story, her character arc in arc 1 and 2 was amazing. BUT after she falls in love with Subaru, i feel that everything we saw of her gets sorta of erased? Its not the same Rem, and even though she did go through a major cathartic event, i think her character could have taken another direction than of being resumed as Subaru's love interest (when she is not fighting)

I feel tappei wasted some potential, bc i wanted to see her being confident about herself without the Subaru obsession (and we got this on arc 7 and 8 and i loved it)

oh yo hello again!! :o and oohh ok i think i kinda see what you mean? bc i do agree. (also my bad im gonna ramble again aljdflsj but i thought this topic is pretty interesting :o)

ok so. while i know the whole point of rems development in arc 3 is that while she means well, shes ultimately developed an unhealthy devotion to subaru, i still feel like arc 3 rem kind of. narratively speaking, i feel like her arc 2 traits and all her traits pre-subaru get kind of flattened. or ignored?? im not quite sure how to explain this but ill try my best aljdflsd. like ok this is complicated to talk about bc yeah rems arc as it is does serve a purpose, and arc 2 rem was different bc she was operating off of what she knew at the time and she only knew subaru as a stranger and/or enemy at first. her arc 2 to arc 3 development was rem trying to move on from her fixation on ram, but in the process ends up moving that fixation to subaru. but i do wish that tappei emphasized her personhood outside of subaru more EVEN WHILE she was placing her whole life around him. bc thats exactly what tappei does when hes writing otto.

otto as a character is a whole fleshed out person, and if you cut away all the parts that have to do with subaru, otto the character still stands on his own. with rem, the moment you hit arc 3, everything pre-arc 3 kind of. fades away, almost? of course its not that rem cant stand on her own as a character. the rem and ram prequel novel for example takes place from rems pov and shes absolutely fascinating throughout the entire story. but when you look at arc 3 rem and compare her to pre-arc 3 rem, i feel like tappei forgets to still show her outside of subaru. i feel like the narrative needs to call out rem a bit more for her unhealthy behavior bc tappei doesnt hold back when it comes to someone like otto. so where is the equal treatment for rem....??

i do feel like theres smth to be said about the writing being a little more neutral when rems doing smth Unhealthy bc of her subaru obsession. its fascinating. we have to read into it. but also then tappei turns around and takes the time to shit on otto for doing subaru obsession things and also tappei shits on subaru for being obsessive too and its like. tappei ............ what about rem........

roswaal too is another character whos big motivation is devotion for a love interest (yeah ok i know i too am metaphorically crying and vomiting at the idea of calling echidna a love interest for roswaal but that IS how he sees her) but he also stands on his own as a character even if you ignore everything connecting him to echidna. with roswaal and otto you get a good balance of them being Heavily connected to the people theyre respectively devoted to while also being able to stand on their own Narratively. bc i know the whole point of roswaal, otto, rem, etc is that theyre Dependent and Obsessed, but writing wise, they should still be able to take the spotlight when the spotlight is on them even when the person theyre devoted to has nothing to do with it.

and when you have multiple characters whos motivation is being Dependent and Obsessed, the differences are gonna be a bit stark. its a very fine line to walk with characters like this bc you cant have Everything about them revolve around another character. but also thats the point at the same time. its a very Very thin line to walk. subaru himself is also/was a Dependent and Obsessed character and like. well we all know how nuanced subaru is as a character. you could write essays and essays on him alone.

rem though, i feel, gets a little too flattened into the role of subarus love interest, but at the same time i can sort of forgive it for arc 3 bc of the plot beats being one after the other and her general Purpose in the story. but at the same time i really do wish tappei still emphasized WHO SHE IS outside of subaru. bc even while someone like otto is thinking about subaru A Lot (see: the ottos diary shorts, aka the episodes where ALMOST EVERY DAMN SHORT is about subaru), you still get a sense of ottos personality. hes analytical but easily flustered. he does get a little jealous. hes anxious and a bit of a coward. but also hes so brave when it really counts. hes in denial about how much he cares about people sometimes, even when its abundantly clear. hes practical but kind of emotional at the same time?? hes very perceptive. but also he can be a little dumb with perceiving himself and his own feelings bc of the aforementioned Denial and also theres the fact that he doesnt know Why he gets jealous of emilia talking about subaru. but also hes pretty smart with reading other people and their emotions. but at the same time hes a little egocentric at times and overly focuses on himself and forgets things like how other people actually perceive him. but at the same time hes focused on how people see him bc hes a merchant. thats the basis of his job. and also he has anxiety so he does care about that. etc etc.

rem in arc 3 though is like. shes soft sweet protective caring loyal....................... which is nice and all but its definitely a big difference from arc 2 rem and pre-arc 3 rem in general where we see a whole RANGE of different traits, emotions, etc. like even in her relationship with ram theres complexities - theres the envy, theres the kind of "debt" that she owes ram for saving her life, the kind of brief sick burst of joy that ram lost her horn and is now "equal" to rem in status, the guilt from feeling that way, but also is her life even worth Anything if shes not making herself useful, etc etc. and also - yes the softness the loyalty etc etc is part of rem. a crucial part of rem that she shows to her loved ones (ram and subaru) the most. but yeah as you said anon - arc 7 and 8 was really fascinating bc we finally get to see her outside of her fixation on subaru. i mean one example is that we see her act Cold in some parts of arc 2 and the coldness does carry over a bit in some parts of arc 7 (see: rem being mean about natsumi, rem defending herself against subaru bc being an amnesiac she used to just see subaru as Some Guy who was acting a little too chummy with her, etc etc).

but also in general. its nice to see her stand more on her own now. i do wish though that tappei emphasized her more even while she was deep in the subaru obsession, bc tappei has made MULTIPLE characters with similar plot beats to her and they were still very nuanced and complex :o !! not that rem isnt that bc she HAS all this depth and i adore her for that!! but shes definitely a little lacking in a few areas of her writing, imo. i am however interested to see where she goes in arc 8 for sure!!

[littlefroginthegarden]

Sold to Heartsteel 1/24

its a liiiittle bit late but whatever... im trying to write an advents calendar fic, theres some buffer but ill write during the month so im also open to input if you have any good ideas :)

hope you enjoy!

Tags: semi-ironic adaptation of 'sold to one direction' trope so yeah theres obv selling involved, angst, fluff, friendship, romance, maybe smut, mlm, transmasc character, some transphobia but mostly just parents being shit but nothing explicit or slurs or stuff, yeah i think thats about it, ill update this if anything changes xoxo

Part 1

Hi, my name is Hwei and I’m a misunderstood artist. Well, that’s not exactly true. My Parents hate my art and they think it’s just a waste of time. But under the name DemonBrush I’m known all around the world, my art account just recently hit two million followers. Which didn’t help me at all in my real life. I’ve been 18 now for a few months but my parents still act like I’m 16. I haven’t finished school yet and I can’t move out because my anxiety has made working impossible so far. My parents don’t allow me to get therapy or meds and I’m on their insurance so there’s nothing I can do. I sigh and try to think about something else but looking out my small window into the dark December morning isn’t helping. I go and pull the curtains, turn on my fairy lights and sit at my small desk that is crammed between the bed and the heavy wooden dresser. 

My reflection stares at me in the mirror, dark shadows under my amethyst eyes, a sign that I slept terribly, once again. The nightmares wouldn’t leave me alone. I sigh and start doing my makeup, nothing bright, just some smudged dark eyeshadow and black eyeliner on my waterline. My mom was probably gonna complain again but I don’t care. Last week she told me “People might think you’re gay!” Yeah, sure mom. I mean, why do you think I have all these Heartsteel posters hanging in my room? Because I love their one song so much? But when she says "gay" she means "lesbian". She would have an aneurysm if I tried to explain to her that I’m trans. And then she would probably throw me out. As if she could read my thoughts, I hear her shouting from downstairs “Come down immediately, Hwa! I can hear that you’re up.”

Ugh.

I throw on a black oversized hoodie that matches my skinny jeans (also black) and put my dark juniper green hair in a messy bun before I run downstairs as quick as I can. Better not make mom wait, she’s awful enough as is.

When I enter the kitchen, I almost bump into a large man in a suit that is standing next to my mom.

“Oh fuck, sorry!” I quickly say, getting a death stare from my mom but for once she doesn’t even berate me for swearing. She just looks between me and this dude, who was wearing dark sunglasses (in December!) for some fucking reason.

“Who is this?” I ask after a few moments of awkward silence.

“My name is Mr. Mundo, nice to meet you, Hwa.” His voice fits his impressive stature perfectly.

My mother steps forward and puts her hand on my shoulder, looking at me more seriously than I have ever seen her. “You know that we haven’t had the easiest time since dad lost his job. And since you refuse to work and pay your share, we had no other choice.”

“What do you mean? What choice?” I ask, slowly starting to panic.

“You’ll go with Mr. Mundo, he has a job for you where you’ll work for six months. You’ll get a room and food and the money goes to pay back all the debt you owe us.”

“Debt? What do I owe you?”

“Darling, you've been living and eating here for free for 18 years!”

“This is insane!” I yell at her. “You’re selling me? You are a monster!”

“Selling? It’s just temporary honey, and it’s a decent job, don’t make it sound worse than it is!”

“You can’t do that, I’m an adult, you can’t force me!” At this point I’m full on panicking. This can’t be happening, it should just be another nightmare. But I know it’s real. My nightmares are way different.

“You are right and nobody is forcing you. But think about this, it would give you the perfect opportunity to get some good job experiences while at the same time helping out your family! Also –” she adds “if you don’t take this offer then you’ll have to pack your bags, we can’t pay for you any longer.”

“If you stayed off the booze you could.” I press through my teeth, anger winning over panic.

She just ignores it and tells me “Please Honey, think about it. If you go with Mr. Mundo at least you’ll have a roof and food. We just want what’s best for you! You’ll thank us in a few years, mark my words.” With this she turns around and leaves me alone in the kitchen with this absolute hunk of a man.

“Go pack your stuff, we leave in an hour.” He hands me a big suitcase before sinking down onto the washed-out red leather couch in the living room, turning the TV on, unfazed by all of this as if it was his daily job. Which it probably was.

Still in shock, I go back to my room and just stare at the mirror for a solid minute. I still haven’t processed what just happened but I start throwing my most important stuff into the suitcase. I have a lot of clothes but most of them are from my parents and I hate wearing them. So it’s not too difficult to fit all my favorite pieces into the suitcase, some skinny jeans, flowy tops and hoodies and of course accessories, I can’t leave my choker collection here. Then I go to my bed and from under the mattress I pull my binder. I put it under all the other things so it won’t be visible if my mom checks my suitcase. She would freak out. I gather the rest of the stuff, making sure I have my laptop, makeup and favorite books, and check the time. I still have 15 minutes left but at this point, the quicker I’m gone the better. I grab the heavy suitcase and try to carry it down the stairs. Two steps in I nearly slip and the suitcase crashes onto the step with a loud Thud. Before I’m even up I can hear heavy steps on the stairs.

Mr. Mundo grabs the suitcase without saying a word and carries it down. I awkwardly follow him, hoping my mom is distracted and hasn’t noticed the commotion. For once I seem to be lucky, she’s nowhere to be seen. At the door, Mr. Mundo turns around and asks me “Are you sure that you have everything? You won’t be able to come back here anytime soon.”

“Yeah I’m not planning on doing that anyways. Can we go?” I ask impatiently.

He doesn’t answer and just opens the door and walks down the driveway towards the black car with darkened windows that is waiting at the end of it. He puts my suitcase in the back of it with ease and opens the door in the back, gesturing for me to get in. I hesitate for a second, but when I can hear the front door of the house open again, I quickly get in before I can hear whatever my mother wants to tell me. He slams the door behind me and gets into the driver’s seat, which I can’t even see from back here because there’s a divider between the front and the back of the car. Like in a limousine. Or a cop car. It feels more like the latter, like I’m a prisoner.

The car rumbles to life and even though the windows are heavily tinted, I can see the shadows of trees racing past us. Where are we going?