#but they're not dating Before

[peakdeer]

hii. eswao guy here to ask for a ficlet. it was hard to think of an idea without incorporating outright spoilers so.

just asking for a simple little kathpearlgem date fic throw in a bit of gem's curse shenanigans, maybe a bit of kath's healing kiss shenanigans. what is important that they are all on a little date ! and they are happy that is all ty bye

kathgempearl the beloved <3

Katherine made good sandwiches.

That was what Pearl had decided, basing her judgement upon the sweet bread and raspberry jam that constituted the half-eaten sandwich in her hand. She’d have preferred meat, but since that was pretty much a no-go in Dawn she just took what she could get. And what she could get was definitely worth the lack of meat.

She glanced up, hoping she hadn’t missed something said. She’d spaced out quite a few times already, and she’d rather not have to ask one of her girlfriends what they’d said. She was supposed to be listening to them, wasn’t she? That was what girlfriends did, she was pretty sure.

Her eyes were immediately drawn up to their faces, and she raised her sandwich slightly to hide her blush. She’d thought she had dressed up for the date, wearing her cleanest cloak and tunic. They had gone overboard—at least to her; technically they both wore dresses as a casual fit anyway—Katherine had a clean dress on, with ruffled sleeves and a drooping collar that showed off her pretty skin. Gem wasn’t any less gorgeous, rocking one of her dresses with the wider skirt and her hair tied back in a braid.

Perhaps Pearl loved her girlfriends a bit too much. Then again, they were her girlfriends. Maybe that was normal.

The old Scott hadn’t been like that.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts. He wasn’t here, and he didn’t matter, anyway. The new Scott was nice, at least, and Katherine and Gem were far better than he ever could have been anyway.

She takes her next bite of her sandwich, almost aggressively tearing into it. The sweet taste helps to distract her mind and her eyes flutter closed for a moment.

They snap up when she realizes the conversation has reached a lull, just in time to catch the rest of Gem’s sentence. “You look almost grumpy, Pearl,” she laughed with that pretty, pretty laugh of hers, Katherine joining in with a tinkling chuckle. Gem leaned forward a bit, reaching a finger to smooth Pearl’s brow. “What’s that about?” Pearl becomes speechless when she meets Gem’s eyes—probably a good thing; her girlfriends didn’t quite appreciate it when she talked with food in her mouth.

“N-nothing, really. Just… thinking.” Pearl stammered out. She figured Gem wouldn’t let it go without a better answer, so she decided to switch the topic to something safer. She’d rather not talk about… that now, not on a date with the two people she loved, loved them the way love was supposed to be. She was pretty sure, at least. She’d never quite experienced that, so she couldn’t be sure. “How’s your kingdom been going?” Pearl had learned early on that her girlfriends took a special sort of pride in their kingdoms, delighted to watch them grow and more than willing to talk about them for hours.

Pearl was proved right when Gem’s expression cleared, the ginger leaning back to talk, resting one of her hands on Katherine’s leg. Her face fell soon after, though, and for a moment Pearl worried that Gem had caught on to her.

“Oh, it’s terrible. I asked Jimmy the “Life God” for help restoring my kingdom—would you believe he killed nearly the entire thing? All the grass is dead. The plants are dead. The crops are dead. The sheep are dead. The castle is dead! It couldn’t be worse, Pearl, it couldn’t be worse.” Gem bemoaned, shaking her head in misery. She tugged at the sleeves of her dress, eyes clouded with worry.

Katherine’s eyes filled with sympathy, leaning towards Gem to plant a kiss on her cheek. “I’m sorry, honeybun,” Katherine worried, searching Gem’s eyes as if she’d find something there. “Do your people need food? I’ve always got enough if you need any—"

That wasn’t supposed to happen. Gem was supposed to go on a rant about how cute sheep are, how well the sheep farm was doing, and maybe a bit about the new buildings she’d added… not this.

Pearl wasn’t sure she could deal with that. She should, though. That would be a good girlfriend thing to do, wouldn’t it?

She leaned over suddenly to reach Gem, knocking over the tea in her haste. She flinched at the burn now spreading where the hot tea touched her, gently moving the tea cup aside. She ignored the pain, cupping Gem’s face in her hand. “Really?? Jimmy did that? How dare—say the word and I’ll beat him up for you! He won’t come around after that!”

Gem pushed Pearl back until she was sitting again, taking Pearl’s hands in her own. “It’s alright! Well, it’s not, but… I can’t fix that, and you can’t either. I’ve told him not to come back, and he seemed sheepish enough to actually follow that. I’ll set you on him if he doesn’t obey,” Gem joked with a small smile. “I’ve got a… plan going to hopefully fix the curse, but… It’ll be fine.” Gem sounded unconvinced, but the kind of unconvinced that meant she needed to believe it and please don’t screw this up.

“I’m sure,” Pearl agreed, equally unconvinced and disgruntled with it. It wouldn’t do well to attack Jimmy anyway, though—Katherine wouldn’t approve, for starters, and Gem wouldn’t be happy Pearl had gone behind her back.

There was a beat of silence before Katherine leaned toward Pearl. “You spilled the tea,” Katherine accused, sounding more amused and exasperated than angry.

“I did,” Pearl admitted, glancing down at the stain on the picnic blanket. “Sorry. I’ll clean it up—I’d offer to make new tea, but I don’t think that would go well…” Her voice trailed off as Katherine leaned closer, her soft lips close enough to kiss.

“Darling, I’m less worried about the blanket and more about the fact that you burned yourself,” Katherine reprimanded gently, cold fingers pressing gently on the burn and earning a hiss of pain.

“Oh.” Pearl still forgot, sometimes, that they cared like that. That they loved her enough to care if she was hurt—he had, too, but only because it hurt him as well. He’d been mad at her for that—her trip to the Nether where she kept getting set on fire.

Katherine wasn’t mad at her, though. Gem wasn’t either. They looked at her with this strange, strange look in their eyes, one Pearl still couldn’t comprehend yet, but she knew what it meant, in the vaguest sense of knowing.

And then Katherine leaned forward all the way, planting a soft kiss on Pearl’s lips.

A tingle spread through Pearl’s body, warm in the way that the sun was, gentle and soothing but enough to make you want to lay down and never get up. She gasped when it reached the burn, so much warmer but still the same gentle caress as Katherine gave, the same love behind it as she felt when Katherine told her she’d be sick if she ate anymore of that delectable cinnamon bread.

She nearly whined when it was gone, as if it had left her—left her like so many others had. But when she opened her eyes, Katherine was still there, her same sweet smile and deep eyes and oh, that same love Pearl had always craved so desperately and was now finally hers.

“Hey! I want a kiss, too,” Gem complained. “I’m cursed! I deserve a kiss as well! And I want one from Pearl too. Y’know, they say kissing is like medicine!”

A laugh escaped from Pearl’s lips at that, and she tilted her head back, an unstoppable bark of pure joy spilling out with emotions she couldn’t begin to name or control. Katherine joined her laughter in a second later, rocking them back just enough to see Gem’s face spread in a smile as she chuckled.

[starcurtain]

Please someone redraw this with Dr. Ratio and Aventurine because this is the exact vibe they have in my head post-Penacony.

[cowardlykrow]

Quick, find him the closest meteor-

[kiisaes]

mixed signals

[lutheban]

Just gals being pals, right?

again thinking about what if canon!payneland meet fem!payneland the girls are a bit ahead of them kjk

[mobius-m-mobius]

#down badder than anyone's ever been 😭💖

[aithusarosekiller]

One thing I love about Jegulus is that the rest of the school are just living their normal teen years, falling in love and being messy and stupid like everybody else. Some of them will have horrible breakups over the war but it's normal and human. Then Jegulus are there having their whole massive Greek tragedy complete with extensive metaphors, secret rooms and an intrinsically deep, historical aspect to their entire relationship that it unmatched by any other on the planet. And somehow they're still a secret from everybody else, their love reads like one of the epics but it's so small and hidden.

They're just that dramatic ig

[thepossummoldypasta]

Hidden In The Woods

In the woods around Hawkins there is a van, and in that van lives an Eddie. Not a nasty beat-up van in constant need of repair, nor is it a creepy van that looks like it belongs to a serial killer; It’s Eddie's van and that means comfort. It has a perfectly undented body painted green and a mattress in the back. Or well, he doesn't actually live in the van. It's a nice van sure but Eddie lives in a doublewide trailer with his uncle, not his van–no matter how often they joke about it. 

(and there is a small chance he’s lying when he says it doesn't constantly break down)

He’s heading to his van now actually. 

Eddie longs for the ability to teleport at times like this; he’s trudging through the woods after a particularly fucked drug deal, and all he wants is to be in the back of his beloved shitbox, wrapped in blankets and smoking a joint. 

But Eddie can't magically teleport to the van and he also can’t ban Tommy Hagan from buying his weed–who was a major ass today by the way–because he gets most of his income from the jerk. 

He also can’t park closer to where he deals, which sucks. Eddie knows Hopper looks for his van parked on the side roads, so woods it is. Boo.

It's not that much farther….

And it's a nice day...

Plus the trees are pretty…

Eddie loves fall: the trees light up so magically in the sunbeams like a leafy fire, he sees more gray squirrels dancing about the forest floor this time of year, and Halloween is just awesome. 

This Halloween especially. He led a bitchin’ Halloween one-shot with his new DnD club this year and nothing could sour his mood for almost a week afterward. Even though there was some weird pumpkin blight that year that meant no jack-o-lanterns and the controlled burns in the woods behind Forrest Hills kept him up at night all that month. 

Plus he had a really good fall break so far. 

Okay, maybe things aren't sooooo bad. Trust a walk in nature to clear his head. Now that he’s calmed down Eddie can appreciate how nice everything is. 

Wait.

Eddie definitely didn't leave the back of the van open when he left.

Maybe things are shit and Eddie is an idiot. 

Fuck 

He’s lanky and gangly and has no weapon to defend himself with, but Eddie still creeps closer to the doors. 

Hagan couldn't have gotten here before Eddie, so he’s probably not going to get jumped for selling him overpriced weed. Maybe a really smart, really lucky,  raccoon just so happened to get the door open? More likely Eddie opened the damn thing himself, completely forgot about it, and is now making mountains out of molehills…

He props a hand on the closed door and peeks around it into the dim back. And promptly reels back in shock falling flat on his ass. 

It's a total Occam's Razor moment. The easiest and most simple solution is that the universe hates Eddie Munson. Because that's definitely Steve Harrington in the back of his van. He’s snuggled deep into Eddie’s blankets and smelling distinctly more omega than the last time he saw the guy. But it's Steve alright. 

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck 

What the fuck is Steve Harrington doing in the back of Eddie’s van? He’s never even had a conversation with the guy!

What do you do in this situation! 

Steve’s obviously nested back there, and if He was completely scentless before the fall break he’s gotta be fresh off his presentation heat, so like hell is Eddie going to go barging in–that's a surefire way to get his face ripped off–but Eddie also needs to get in that van eventually! 

He Raises back up on shaky legs, poking his head fully into the back; and takes another good, hard, look. 

There is still a person in the back of his van. A whole-ass person who wasn't in his van when he left. A person who is without a doubt, Steve. 

A rustle of movement, a quick shifting of blankets, pulls Eddie back to reality. There’s a cute little chirr from the nest followed swiftly by chestnut waves of hair shimming out into the open. Eddie isn't even given time to react before doe-eyes bleary with sleep blink down at him. 

“Eddie!” 

And oh isn't that the sweetest little chirp. Eddie watches in astonishment as the omega wiggles to prop himself up against the back of the driver's seat, chirping adorably all the while.  Eddie can't decide if he’s more mystified by The Prettiest Boy in Hawkins™ cuddled up back there, or That he knows Eddie’s name. 

Now that the omega isn't completely cocooned, Eddie can smell that faintest hint of mint that Steve is throwing into the air paired with heady lavender and it draws him in. Before he even realizes he’s followed his nose and clambered into the back of the van… his van. 

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” Eddie starts slowly. Are you comfy?” It's an innocent enough question. Hopefully, if he plays it casually, Steve won't decide Eddie’s a threat and rend him to dust for being in the poor Omega’s space.  

Steve didn't seem to understand at first cooing a cute, drawn-out  “Hi, Eddie” but eventually he blinked owlishly and replied with a smile “So cozy”. 

“That’s nice sweetheart, but how bout we get you to your nest, hmm?” the alpha tries to suggest. Oh but now Steve looks a bit confused; drawing his brows together and pouting. 

“Nest? ‘M in my nest?” Steve says (well actually he whines it, but Eddie is trying to ignore that lest his heart break). Crap what does he do now?

“I–I know you’re nesting right now, uh–but wouldn’t you be–wouldn't you feel better at home?” Eddie reasons. 

“But there’s no nest there!” Steve whines again “They wont let me have a nest! I wanna stay here” 

“Okay, Okay” Eddie soothes in a hushed voice,” you don't have to go anywhere you don't want to sweetheart” Eddie is in so much trouble. Now that he knows Steve won't be pissed at him for being so close, Eddie’s having a hell of a time not being closer.  

Maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing.  

Eddie coos from a distance until the whines and whimpers peter out and are replaced by soft sleepy snuffles. 

“How did you even get here, big boy?” Eddie questions. The thought has been plaguing him, what happened while he was away?

“I was taking a walk” Steve starts, he lays his head down and his eyes flutter closed before he continues. “I needed to get away and I went into the woods. I got turned around but you saved me.”

“I saved you?” How the hell did he do that? 

“Mmm hmmm, I smelled ya” Steve hums” smelled so good so I followed.” ok, even more confused now. Eddie has an…unconventional scent–basil and tobacco leaf–he can't imagine someone trekking through the woods to find something that smells like pasta sauce and cigarettes. And how long was Steve lost in the woods, how long was he wandering, cold and alone, with only a scent trail for comfort. 

“Hey, Eddie?” 

“Uh yes?” Eddie focuses back on reality, ready to face whatever he’s about to be asked.

“If I’m sleeping beauty, why didn't you wake me with a kiss?” nope not ready for that. 

“Would you? Uh Do–did you want me to?” Steve nods against the soft blanket pillowed underneath him.  

Oh. 

Eddie feels his resolve crack and threatens to shatter. He can't take advantage of Steve when he’s so vulnerable. Is he vulnerable? Steve isn't still in heat, his mind is sound. But he is upset.  Best to leave it be for now. 

“Do you still want me to kiss you?” 

Dang it.

Steve shoots up–ramrod-like–to nod ecstatically. Eddie's resolve shatters.  Absolutely not helped by Steve’s little please, please, pleases. 

“Okay” 

It's not like there's anyone around to judge him.

It’s like the movies, the way they lean in close and steal each other's breath. Steve tastes like honeyed sunshine. It sweetens the omega’s lavender-mint tea smell in a way that Eddie knows he’ll crave till the day he gets buried six feet under.  Eddie can't tell where he ends and his darling omega begins, drawn so close together that their purrs rattle in both chests. 

Only the lack of oxygen drives them apart, though Eddie tries to fight it. 

“I’ll do better next time princess” the alpha rumbles with care. 

They seal the deal with another perfect kiss. 

Hell yeah.

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based on this post Special thanks to @starshideurfics for inspiring me to have Eddie call Steve sleeping beauty like a SIMP

[erinwantstowrite]

the sillies!!!!!!

was thinking about them and felt like they deserved some doodles

[unpersoniverse]

I saw a tweet that said Korra's only a softie around Asami and one thing led to another...

[applestorms]

L can be such a possessive character at times. he always strikes me as the type of person who is deeply aware of everything that he owns, both in a more literal sense and metaphorically-- like, he knows what money he has and how to use it, what resources are readily available to him and what he has to be sneakier to utilize, the habits and tendencies and emotional states of individuals and world governments both. the DN musical really puts an emphasis on the more computer-y aspects of how his brain functions, which isn't as obvious in the manga/anime but i think still works well as a way to follow his thinking. it's kinda what near does too: everything is a factor to them, every tiny detail a new opening to optimize for the best results, every person and location and object a part of a puzzle waiting to be solved. and as a part of that, L is deeply aware of every and any little thing he may or may not have control over, and exactly to what degree.

his habit of stealing titles as depicted in the LABB murders novel is such a good example of this. ryuzaki, eraldo coil, deneuve. he eats people alive and then takes their names for himself like some kind of fucked up fae or trickster god, creating new masks and personas to hide behind from the remains of the people he's devoured. i have to wonder if he would've used the title of KIRA for himself had he won-- i can hardly imagine what kind of power such a title could hold if held in his hands. of course, he could've just used the defeat of KIRA as a way to build up the L title even further, offering up the body of a dead god like perseus showing off the head of medusa. but L is so emotionally attached to the kira case, i struggle to see him allowing it to fade from existence so thoroughly as near does, even if it is only kept close on a private level...

this is part of why i think it genuinely makes a lot of sense that L's ultimate win state would include capturing light to some degree. even if the memory of KIRA somehow manages to fully disappear from the public consciousness, there is no fucking way L is letting light yagami out of his grasp. honestly, the moment that L truly loses this game is not when he starts investigating misa while still under rem's watch, not when light gets back his memories, not even when he dies, but the moment when he allows light to be freed from the handcuffs. the moment when he allows the other members of the task force to turn off the cameras and keep him from watching light and misa talk in the lobby. the moment when he gives up, lets light yagami go outside of L's personal sphere of control, is the moment when L starts the clock ticking down to the end of his own life.

this is one of the key ways in which i see light as a true equal and parallel to L, as after L's death he, intentionally or no, continues the same tradition and takes L's title for himself, twisting the two sides together into the L-KIRA amalgamation. only, the L title functions a little bit differently than every other persona or title that we see in the series-- because L's true name is L. that's all that he is. on a literal, legal, and emotional level, i don't think that L is anything more than L. he is the world's greatest detective, he's an incredible, weirdo super genius, but he does not afford himself much more than that, barely allows himself personhood or humanity outside of his work. light was the one to ultimately defeat L because he did not just put a stain on his character (as BB attempted), did not just kill him, but stole his very identity and took it for himself.

one of the biggest contradictions of L's character that i think you must accept should you attempt to portray him accurately is that he is both deeply detached from humanity while also having all of his work and effort and life be focused around saving it. it's one of the ways in which he is an exact opposite to light-- where light relies on humanity for external validation, to be Seen, while also looking down on it as dumb and immoral and spineless, L is so separated from it that he barely exists as a person, all the while dedicating almost every action he takes to helping it. remember: for all the emotional turmoil that wammy's house and the legacy of L may put on the kids living there, ultimately it's entire existence is nothing more than L's logical solution to his potential demise. if he dies, the world goes down with him, all of the cases that are yet to happen and he is yet to solve being left in the air. he has the foresight to set up a fail safe, but not to consider the emotional implications of what being that fail safe might feel like, how high the price of your own humanity is if you are not already alienated from it, the inability to have your own name on your gravestone-- though perhaps some of the blame also falls on watari's shoulders in this case, philanthropic old bastard that he is.

imo, playing his game really got it right in presenting L and light as one and the same, synonyms on either side of the mirror. in every action they take they are both so selfishly selfless, playing the game for themselves and their own pleasure but plastering the needs and will of humanity on top of it. L isn't invested in saving humanity for the sake of humanity-- he just likes the thrill of having the stakes raised so high. hard to shit on ryuk for wanting entertainment when the humans he finds are just the same as him.

[vaguely-concerned]

having seen at least the rough outlines of all the romances now I have to say that I think emmrich's is probably objectively the best in terms of coherence and completeness of story arc (with the understanding that ultimately the 'best' romance is whichever one makes YOUR heart sing anyway so objectivity is a silly thing to claim that way, it just felt like it's the arc with the most well-paced focused content and the least dangling threads)... but lucanis' is my favourite haha. just. the whole kneeling before your beloved full of reverence but without any of the distance that usually implies??? his complete undramatic certainty and calm in every scene with rook after this, having spent the whole game caught between fear and longing???? mr. lives in a pantry but it says nothing about my psyche don't worry about it it's purely for tactical reasons that I keep myself contained in a small dark room not entirely unlike a cell, love among the parsnips -- finally coming to rook in their room and it's so comfortable and comforting???? after all the times rook supports and comforts him through the game he's finally able to return the same to them when they need it while being so calm and steady and it's so fucking sweet and feels so effortless and with no price attached?????? he basically assigns himself the role of your bodyguard and he WILL stab a god over it??????????????? the turn to protector (which was in his heart all along longing to get out and find a place) of it all????? he sounds like he's found himself unexpectedly stumbling into such a soul-lightening state of revelatory existential relief, full on 'you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves' mary oliver style, and he goes and he shares that with rook and protectively envelops them in it when they're hurting??????????????????????????? hello for the maker's sake hello can anyone hear me?????

[backpackingspace]

Odysseus with his head in his wife's lap, happily not paying attention to anything, humming one of athenas song and carving something

Some random guy: your majesty----

Odysseus: not bothering to sit up: whatever my wife decided is fine.

[andy-clutterbuck]

Years - The Ones Who Live - 1x01

[petricorah]

zuko alone pt 2

lovingly inspired by this [ids in alt]

[epiphainie]

no but "tommy's good people. he's good for you" was INSANE like why did they make bobby say that three eps/couple months into their relationship? especially in a scene that was a long-time coming moment of bobby acknowledging how much buck grew up over the years and how proud he is of him, a moment so important to buck and bobby's relationship and extra important to bobby at that time because of what he was going through. like they didn't have to?? bring up tommy?? at ALL?? i feel like im going crazy