#even tho it's the only way i'll get peace and quiet now

[etdraconis]

( how come every time I'm trying to do homework, that's the exact moment my family members decide they should keep trying to engage me in conversation?? )

[miskamix]

Hii!! Can I req Chuuya x SH reader? Can be both angst and fluff, you don't have to tho if you don't wanna <3

𝓒𝓱𝓾𝓾𝔂𝓪 𝔁 𝓖𝓝! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

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This is another thing i didn't expect people to request, and it brings me so much comfort when i find sh comfort fanfics:(

If you are struggling with sh please know i'm always open to talk if you want:) and i'll try to comfort you to the best of my ability! (i'm usually not on here during the day so you can ask me for my discord in dms)

I'M SO SRRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE I REALLY NEEDED A BREAK SINCE I WAS SO STRESSED FROM SCHOOL 😭

Also, English isn't my first language so please dont mind any spelling errors!!

TW: SH, gore? Talk about fresh SH cuts, Might be ooc😓 please tell me if i missed anything!

Words: 1,3k

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sometimes in life things don't go the rigth way, is what people say, they say "sometimes in life things don't go the way we want, but thats just how it is"

But right now it felt like absolutely nothing was going the right way, you felt like the whole world was against you, like you were some useless peace of garbage that could be thrown out at anytime, like there was no one in this damn world that would sit down and listen to your pityfull problems. you were at your abselut worst.

And the only thing that could help the with it was the razor in your hand, which is cutting your thigh. you move almost like a robot, you don't even feel the pain of the razor anymore. everything seems like a dream, all the blood coming out of your cuts and dripping and mixing in with the water of the bathtub, your vision being slightly blury.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as you bring your razor to your Radial vein. you shake slightly as you look down at your wrist debating if you should cut it or not.

As you start breathing faster you look at the suicide note you left on the chair next to the bathtub. you wondered how long it would take for chuuya to find you, would he even care if you died?

you feel tears start to run down your face and you start to sniffle uncontrollably.

As you're about to cut the vein you hear a loud knock on the door, "[name]? baby are you in there..?" your boyfriend chuuya asks in a quiet voice.

You quickly wipe your tears and panic a bit as you didn't lock the door since you weren't expectinc chuuya to come home this early, "Y-yeah.." you say trying to not sound sad, but knowing chuuya he most likely heard the saddnes in your voice.

"Darling.. is something wrong..?" He asks in a conserned voice, "i'm just.. washing my hair" you try to come up with an exuse while your whole body is shaking. "Darling, you washed your hair yestarday tho? are you really okay in there..?"

'Damn i forgot about that' you think while trying to find a place to hide the razor. While you panic you some how bump into the soaps and knock them down making a loud noise. "Baby are you okay? i'm coming in" he says and opens the door, "NO WAIT!" but before you can stop him, he has already opened the door and seen your cuts.

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After a few moments of silence and staring at each other, chuuya finally makes a move closer to you.

"...Chuuya.. please i'm sorr-.." You try to explain but your voice starts to shake and you feel a lump in your throat. "...shh.." He quitelly walks closer to you and wipes the small tears that have started to for in your eyes.

"...I'm so sorry.. i k-know i said i'd.. try to stay clean for you.. i tried my best.. i swear.. i'm sorry.. please.. p-please don't get mad.." You sob as more and more tears start falling from your eyes. Your vision is starting to blur from all the tears, so much so that you can't even see chuuya anymore.

"....shh... darling.. i would never be mad at you.. what could ever make you think that..? i understand how hard it is to recover from something like this.." He whispers into your ear while holding you close, not even caring about the blood staining his clothes.

All you can do is cry and cry, you cant even manage to answer his question, all that came out if your mouth were pityfull sobs and 'i'm so sorry'. Chuuyas shoulder was becoming wet form all the tears but he didn't mind, he would do anything just so that you could feel better.

After some time of Chuuya trying to comfort you and trying to get you to tell what happened, did you finally calm down slightly, just enough for you to able to answer his questions.

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Chuuya starts washing your cuts gently, you both sit there in silence with the only sound beinf your small sniffles and some small choked sobs.

After a few seconds chuuya decides to break the slience, "..Darling, please.. what happened that made you relapce..?" he asks with a gentle tone while holding your shaking hands in his. For a moment you stay slient, wiping your tears. "...i... i-i've...", you say in a shaky voice trying to break out into a crying mess again. Right at this moment you didn't know what to say, you really didn't know how to say what made you do it.

"...take your time..", Chuuya's soft voice snaps you out of your trance, you feel his thumbs rubbing on top of your hands in a comforting way.

"...its hard to say.... i-i don't know how to put it into words..", you whisper, hoping chuuya wouldn't be mad. You're scared he'll be mad at your answer, scared he'll force you to talk, force you like your mother would always do. You remember the first time you relapsed she got mad and forced you to talk, even when you were crying.

"..thats fine.. its not always easy to put something like this into words.." Chuuya caressed your back in a comforting way, making you want to just cry, cry so hard and let everything out, everything that has been bothering you, all your worries and troubles. You felt so comfortable in his arms, like you were safe. "would writing it help?", he asks and runs his fingers through your hair.

You burry your face in his neck and nod, feeling him pick you up and carry you over to your bedroom. He gently puts you on the bed and you slightly whine from the stinging pain that came from your cuts, holding back your tears. '..i'm sucha an idiot..' you think while watching chuuya leave the room to go get paper.

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Chuuya comes back after some time with a piece of paper and a pen. He gives you the stuff and sits down next to you while waiting for you to write on the paper.

You sit there for a second before starting to write about how you've been feeling really insecure about yourself and thinking that you arent enough for him and that he should be with someone else. Once you're done writing you hesitate to give the paper back to chuuya for a bit, but you decide to just do it.

Once its in Chuuyas hands, you look away embaressed about the thngs you wrote, hoping he wouldn't judge you for it.

After a bit of silence, chuuya finally says something, "Darling.. why didn't you tell me..? i could've helped you feel better.." He says quietly and you just look down ashamed feeling like everything is your fult. You knew you should have told him, maybe then you wouldn't be in so much pain at the moment.

You felt like you were about to cry again, you felt weak. You just wanted to lay down and forget about the world around you.

"...i was scared.. i'i was so scared you'd be mad at me..." Your voice breaks as you try to explain everything to him. Chuuya sit there with you in his arms listening to you with a worried look on his face.

"...darling i would never hate you.. you're the most important person in my life, i would never be mad at you for relapcing.." He says while stroking your hair and rocking back and forth slowly. you hug him tight, like your scared he'll be gonne once you let go of him.

For the rest of the night chuuya keeps you in his arms while he comforts you and tells you how much he loves you.

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Grr the end was rushed 😓😓

Anyways, pleae give me some feedback, it really helps me when people tell me what i should try to be better at.

Do not repost this on any other website without asking me first and giving me credit!!

Requests: Closed for now

[runningfrom2am]

one day (w.h.b)

summary: you and billy talk about what happens when you die.

pairing: william h. bonney (billy the kid) x fem!reader

wc: 3k

tags/warnings: non-descript and brief mention of implied suicide (nothing graphic i swear), other than that its pretty chill honestly, kinda sad but also happy at the end but mostly fluff and honestly pretty cute.

requests (currently closed- feel free to send whatever but it will be a while before I get to them! i do love to answer little things and hc's about my fics tho so if you want to talk ab this pls also drop it in the box!)

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a/n: credit to @goosita for getting my mind reeling on the concept of ghost!billy! this has been living in my mind and in my drafts for months omg

The hoofbeats of your horse underneath you set the pace for the steady rock of your hips as you make your way across the countryside on an unmarked trail Billy had memorized. One town to the next, just like always. On the run from something new that didn't really matter much to you as long as he was still by your side.

"Your name is pickin' up a lot of attention these days." You comment mindlessly, disrupting the peace of the night.

Billy makes a small sound of acknowledgment, clearly not pleased by that fact but unwilling to deny its truth.

"You know, I don't know what I'd do without ya." You add after a moments quiet, filled only by the crickets and steady slow hoofbeats beneath you. "If they got what they wanted, I mean."

"I dunno." Billy shrugs, voice slightly grim. He didn't even want to think about it; not for the sake of his own death, but god, whatever would end up happening to you.

"I'd follow you, I think." You say quietly, looking up at the stars.

He quickly shakes his head, expression tightening further. "Don't say that."

"You may not like it but it's true." You argue gently. "I ain't got much else to do here. What would I do, wander the west like now but all alone, sad and mopin' and waiting on the day death comes for me so I can see you again? I think I'll pass."

"Well there's not much use in you wandering around mopin', you gotta... I don't know, go out for trail rides, find some good friends. Hell, maybe settle down and get married." He suggests with a slight laugh.

You look over at him, raising an eyebrow with a slightly smug smile. "We both know that ain't ever gonna happen. So you see what I mean, then. I just decided to... skip the mopin' part."

Billy gives you a deadpan look, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. "Oh, so you're just takin' the efficiency route, is that it?" he quips, his tone laced with annoyance. "No more mopin', straight to the grave with ya."

"Yes." You nod, and after a moment a small smile pulls at your lips. He was upset, of course he would be, but you know he won't stay mad at you for long. "You know, it would be real romantic, I think. Sharin' a grave. We could just be cuddled up forever; I can't think of anything better. Of a better way to go. Can you?"

"I can think of somethin' better," Billy mutters in response, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not havin' to share a grave until we're both old and grey, and dyin' peacefully in our sleep. That'd be a hell of a lot better, darlin'."

"It would." You agree, smiling over at him. "And when the time comes I'll rest easy. But, ah... the life we live..." You shake your head slightly, looking down at the worn leather of the saddle under your thighs that has served you well for most of your life.

"You're somethin' else, you know that?" he says, his tone affectionately exasperated. "You had this whole... plan all figured out, and you were just gonna go with it without even complainin'? Not a care in the world, just ready to join me in a premature grave."

"Yeah." You answer softly, smiling as you look over at him in the dim light your eyes have well adjusted to. "I love you, Billy. I'd do anything for you."

Billy's expression softens further, and he gives you a weary smile. "I know you would, darlin'," he says quietly. "And I love you too. More than words can say. I just..." He sighs, shaking his head slightly. "I just don't want you givin' up on your whole life if somethin' happens to me. I ain't worth you sacrificing everything, love."

"If I had anything left to sacrifice, you would absolutely be worth it." You tell him, shaking your head. "But it doesn't matter, because I don't. I've got nothin' except the very thinly veiled hope that maybe one day I might be happy again without you. And that... I don't feel good about those odds."

Billy's heart clenches in his chest, a pang of pain and sympathy filling his chest and his heart in a way that makes him feel stiff all over. "Darlin'... you gotta know that ain't true," he protests, his tone earnest. "You're smart and beautiful and kind. You could have a good life, with or without me. You just gotta-" But he falters, realizing he's not convincing you. His expression falls with a sigh.

"Those are all real nice things to say, and I appreciate it." You tell him genuinely, smiling sadly at him. "But think of it this way, it doesn't matter much now, does it? We got you out of the jailhouse for now, so we hopefully got a long time before death comes for us. And god forbid it does come early, I'll still be a young and pretty ghost, that would be nice, wouldn't it? I dunno what I'm gonna look like when I'm old, but I've had older ladies tell me I'm gonna wish I looked like this forever. If I was a ghost, I could." You say cheerily, trying to make him feel a little better about it.

Billy can't help but chuckle at your response, shaking his head at the audacity. "Only you would look at bein' a ghost as a positive thing, darlin'," he teases, his tone affectionate. "Most folks would find that pretty darn scary, you know. But then again, most folks ain't you."

"Well, I picture that we would look just about the same. Maybe a little pale, like that time we both had the flu last year." You giggle, looking over at him again and ignoring his secondary comment. "But everything else would be pretty much the same. We could read ghost books and dance to ghost music and just be together without fear of losin' each other ever. I think it would be kinda sweet."

"You make bein' dead sound like a walk in the park," he teases. "Like it ain't nothin'. Just floatin' around as spirits, listenin' to ghost music and readin' ghost books. Maybe playin' some ghost cards, even."

"Ghost cards!" You grin, pleased that he was going along with it. "You think the ghost cards are transparent like we would be? Would make it kinda hard to play poker."

Billy can't help but smirk at your enthusiasm, amused by your excitement. "I don't know, darlin'," he says, playing along. "Maybe ghost cards are made of some special ghost material that ain't see-through, but still lets us float right through 'em. Or maybe we just play ghost poker blindfolded, make things a bit more interesting."

You laugh at that, shaking your head. "Billy, if the cards are ghost cards we wouldn't go through 'em. We would only go through things on this side. Walls, living people, that kinda thing. I think ghost stuff we'd still be able to touch like normal."

"Right, right," he says, playfully rolling his eyes. "I keep forgettin' you're the expert on ghost things, darlin'. I'm just a livin' person, what do I know? But hey, if we can touch ghost stuff, that means we could probably hold hands. And I gotta say, bein' able to hold your hand as a ghost sounds mighty nice."

"Of course we could hold hands," You say, smiling as you glance his way again. "Just like now, I'd hardly ever stop."

Billy grins, reaching out to take your hand in his across the gap between your horses, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'd be holdin' your hand all the damn time, darlin'," he says, his tone playful. "Ain't no way I could go more than five minutes without holdin' onto you. You'd have to pull me off of ya."

"Maybe, but I never would." You shrug, feeling fuzzy inside from the feeling of his warm hand around yours. You had to slightly lean his way to reach him while you rode side by side, but you didn't mind. Just like always.

"That's good, darlin'," he says, his tone soft and affectionate. "Cause I'd never want you to let go. We'll hold hands for eternity, you and me. Ain't nothin' better than bein' close to you, love."

"Forever." You agree with a small smile. "And in a hundred years, people will come to our grave talkin' about the infamous Billy the Kid and his girl whose name was lost to time- and if you go behind the old saloon at night you'll see 'em still holdin' hands, hear 'em laugh. On a good day, maybe they'll even kiss." You giggle through a whisper, lightly swinging your joined hands.

Billy chuckles, a broad smile spreading across his face at your description.

"Oh, I like the sound of that, darlin'," he says, his tone light and almost excited. "People comin' to visit our grave and talkin' about us in hushed whispers. Seein' our ghost hands holdin' each other, hearin' our faint laughter. Maybe some young lovers will come to the grave and kiss, thinkin' it brings them good luck. Ain't that romantic?"

You let out another soft sigh, nodding in agreement. "And we can watch with ghost popcorn and place bets on whether or not they'll last."

Billy laughs at your suggestion, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

"Ghost popcorn and bettin' on lovers' fates? Darlin', you've got all the best ideas," he says, grinning. "That sounds like a pretty good way to spend eternity if you ask me. Cheerin' on the young 'uns and seein' if they make it or not. And I'll be bettin' on them to make it, every time. I'm a bit of a romantic at heart, after all."

Your smile shifts into a small happy pout. "That's sweet, baby." You say softly. "But I'll be lookin' out for red flags on 'em. And if he gives me any kind of strange feelin', I'm gonna whisper in her ear to run. And then, that'll be part of it. "Billy's unknown girl sure knows how to pick 'em right," they'd say."

"Well, we'll make an excellent ghost power couple, then," he teases. "You pickin' out the bad ones and me rootin' for the good ones. We'll be like matchmakers from beyond the grave. And I gotta say, the thought of people talkin' about 'Billy's unknown girl' and her ability to pick 'em right is definitely somethin' I can live - or rather, die - with."

You nod happily. "May take a while for people to trust me, but kids'll catch on quick." You say with a shrug. "Some young girl will be talkin' to her friend about her new boyfriend who she's not just sure about, and her friend will tell her to bring him to our grave. Because her cousin came to us for a kiss of good luck, and she swears up and down that she heard a girl whisper in her ear tellin' her to run from him and she didn't. Then she found out he'd been cheatin' with the preacher's daughter the whole time. I can see it now."

"You've got it all figured out, baby," he says. "Word'll spread soon enough, that our grave is the place to come for relationship advice. And once people hear about you whisperin' in girls' ears, they'll be beggin' to come visit us. Maybe they'll even start leavin' offerings for us, like we're the ghost gods of love and romance."

"Yeah. Flowers for me and bullets for you." You grin, very pleased with this story you've spun up for yourselves.

Billy grins back at you, amused by your suggestion. He looks ahead again, feeling the weight of the reins in his free hand as he looks at the long and endless path ahead. It feels almost lighter than what he's used to.

"Sounds perfect to me, darlin'," he says, chuckling. "I'm sure our grave will be the prettiest in the cemetery. You'll have flowers galore, and I'll have bullets stacked up like a fortress around me. A fitting tribute for the outlaw and his love, don't you think?"

"I think so." You smile, giggling as you think about him sitting on some kind of ghost throne made of bullet boxes. The idea of him having some kind of legacy left in a way people would want to honour instead of condemn makes you happier than just about anything else could. He was a good man, and no one these days knew that.

"I doubt anyone will know much about me, but... I'm not sure I mind." You say after a moment.

Billy shakes his head, his expression fond. "Darlin', trust me, people will know all about you," he says firmly. "They'll know you were the gal who loved the infamous Billy the Kid, who wasn't afraid to risk herself by sneakin' into a jail at night for him. They'll know you were the gal with fire in your eyes and a sharp wit. The gal who saw the world through different eyes, and wasn't afraid to speak her mind. People ain't ever gonna forget you, love."

You smile a little bit, nodding as you look back at the trail ahead. "I hope they bring my sunflowers." You say softly, rocking steadily with the movement of my horse. "Or drawings of horses. I wanna see these girls' horses in exchange for savin' them the trouble of a cheating man." You giggle. "And I hope they think I was pretty. I think that'd be pretty sweet."

Billy's smile grows and he slightly shakes his head. If anything of your memory could last, to him, it would be your beauty. Your absolutely enchanting gaze, the way your hair seemed to shine in the sun, and that smile that could brighten even the darkest of nights. No one knew him quite like you, but any man would be a fool to not see how lovely you were.

"Oh, darlin', I've no doubt they'll bring sunflowers and pictures of horses," he says. "And they'll think you were the prettiest girl who ever walked the earth. They won't even need to have seen a picture of you to know it, they'll just know from the love and loyalty you had for me. You're gonna be the stuff of legends, honey. The mystery girl who brought the infamous outlaw to his knees."

You look over at him again, a soft smile on your face. "I sure hope they don't see that literally." I giggle.

Billy chuckles, his expression amused at the subtle implication. "Oh darlin', I could think of worse things to be remembered for," he says playfully. "Maybe they'll even start a tradition of young girls bringin' their boyfriends to our grave and havin' them kneel down in front of you. Like they'll be thinkin' you're the goddess of love and loyalty, blessin' their relationships."

"Sure, but then I'd have to turn to ask you if they were doin' it right." You giggle. "If I should give them my blessings or not."

"Well, I reckon I'll have to take on the role of your faithful advisor then," he says with a bright laugh. "I'll be sittin' right by your side, watchin' as they kneel down in front of you. And if any of them don't look serious enough about their girl or if their form is off, I'll be whisperin' in your ear. Tellin' you to make 'em kneel a little longer."

"Nah, you gotta tell that to her- not to me. I can't make 'em do anything, but if he's good for her, she'll be able to make 'im listen." You shrug. "If he's good, if he's anything like you, he'd rather listen to her than to a ghost."

"You make a fair point, darlin'," he says with an amused grin. "I suppose I could whisper into her ear instead. Encouragin' her to stand up for herself and make sure her man's treatin' her right. And if he's anything like me, he'll listen to her and only her. But I still think I'll get a kick out of watchin' those boys kneel at your feet, darlin'. Just seein' a little bit of my influence in the world."

"I dunno if I need other boys kneelin' for me." You say, scrunching up your nose a bit at the thought. "I think I'd rather it be you."

Billy laughs, his eyes gleaming with affection. "Well, darlin', I think I'd prefer you have me on my knees anyway, and only me," he admits, his tone playful. "But the thought that young fellas comin' to our grave and kneelin' in front of you to ask for your blessing, it just makes me feel a little... proud. Like my love for you will keep on goin' even after we're gone. People ain't gonna forget about us, darlin'. They're not gonna forget about you."

You let the quiet sounds of the night overtake you after that, riding along the outskirts of an unfamiliar town by now. You can see the buildings in the distance, squinting a little at the abundance of bright lanterns. You wonder if they're celebrating something, but you're not quite close enough to hear.

"Hey, look at that." You say, gently tugging on his hand before letting go and pointing over toward the lights in the distance. "You ever seen somethin' like that before?"

"No, baby. I haven't." Billy answers, squinting a little as well and leaning forward to see past your shadowed silhouette. "They've sure got some bright lanterns over there. Maybe they're celebratin' somethin'."

"Maybe." You agree quietly, shrugging it off and continuing on.

It's too dark to see well enough, though, and you're both too distracted by the lights of the town as you pass by the Old Fort Sumner cemetery on your other side, careless and ignorant of the grave sight fifty or so feet away. Caged up, covered in bullets and flowers and coins- offerings for the Bandit King and his girl, who died as they lived.

Occasionally, on dark and clear nights like this, the local kids would claim to hear laughter or see the young couple on their horses riding through the country, just outside of town. No one was lucky enough to see the echo of them tonight.

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[moonlight-tmd]

Hello! I want to ask you about Shattered Glass God Sparkling au.

what is the relationship between Bee and his parents in this version? How does he get to Cybertron? How will his parents react to his situation? On his partners?

If it make you uncomfortable, sorry.

(I'll write that second time, but the first is laging, so yes) (Sorry if It hard to read, English is not mine own language)

Hi! No worries, Tumblr has a tendency to lag when sending asks sometimes.

An AU version of my AU, that's a first. Well, I like to imagine the roles are swapped even for gods; so Unicron is the good guy while Primus is the bad one. Unicron is still energetic as ever but he uses that energy and positivity to make good stuff happen, Primus on the other hand is more of an iron-fist ruler. Bee is a complete opposite of all of them; he's shy, quiet, a coward and a follower.

Now, you would think that means they don't like him- wrong. They love him just as much, in their own wicked ways. They are mesed up but they would do anything to keep their sparkling safe.

Even so it doesn't mean he can't get into arguments with his parents. Primus wanted him to climb the career ladder so he can one day influence Cybertron like he does. Instead Bee became a disappointment by failing and getting thrown into the lowest ranking job ever. To say the least, Bee hasn't answered any of Primus' calls since then.

After the team crashed on earth, he thought he'd finally have some peace to himself but nope- the moment he woke up he got bombarded with questions and concerns from Unicron (since he was on his planet n all). Bee also argued with him to leave him alone, after a while tho they decided to speak again and with Unicron's pushy attitude to know what's wrong Bee told him what happened. Of course Unicron was livid and threw hands with Primus the first chance he got, nonetheless he was there to support his bitty every step of the way.

In the original AU, the gods could manifest an avatar to interact with mortals. In Shattered Glass version, it's nearly impossible for them to do so- Primus has forged the Allspark to manifest a piece of his power in the real world, which also acted as a barrier that unabled any more celestial deities from manifesting there. Unicron is the only one who can somewhat bend that barrier and allow himself to talk to others via electronics. Other than that, their voices are only heard by Bumblebee in his helm.

As much as Unicron was trying to look out for Bee, he had a tendency to get busy/distracted therefore some of his check up visits were very much delayed to the point of it being another check up's date. I would say that in the meantime of that happening, a lot has happened for Bee; when Sentinel came to check up on the group, Bee had a forced talk with Primus. Primus apologised of course but he was still a bit disappointed. Then Decepticons arrived and Bee got in trouble for interacting with them.

The next time Unicron checked up on Bee, the bitty was pissed. Unicron said he'd be there for him and he never was. It took a long while for him to fix that mistake but even then their relations were a bit strained just like with Primus.

As for the relationships;

When Bee was together with Prowl, Unicron tried to warn him about the manipulation but Bee refused to believe it. He regretted being so foolish after he was rescued.

When Unicron learned about Bee being in a love triangle with Shockwave and Blitzwing he was elated to know his bitty is finally getting the overdue love he deserved. He supported them all the way, he miiight have pushed it a little too far with asking for grandlings that one time but he's still happy for Bee, regardless of what they'll plan.

Primus didn't know about anything until after the fact Bee was in a loving relationship. Bee never told him anything about his personal stuff in their rare talks, he didn't want his sire to spoil it all by saying it's not important. He got to accepting their bitlet's situation eventually and he's glad Bee was happy but deep down he still yearns for the plan he originally had for him.

I suppose that's all. I like the idea of them trying to be somewhat good parents but it doesn't go they way they want it half the time. Hope you enjoyed!

And yes, the love triangle is now canon to the AU, cuz why not.

[bangchansgirlsblog]

My Biggest Regret

Part eight

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"Y/n, dear, can you get the door?" Chan's mum looked over at the girl who was sat on the couch reading a book.

Y/n was dressed and ready just waiting for Hannah so they could leave the house. She had her hair up in a ponytail and she was wearing a long floral dress with a cardigan that matched the baby blue petals.

"Sure Auntie," her voice was soft as always and like the obedient girl she was, she got up and padded towards the door where she opened it and smiled. A friendly smile.

"Hello, I'm here to pick up the boys. Are they around?" A young gentle man asks politely.

"Hello!" She waves, "yes they are, they'll be down in a minute,"

"Oh alright then, please let them know we'll be outside waiting," he pointed over at the other driver who smiled and waved at her.

"Ohh, alright then. I'll let them know," the gentleman said a quick thank you before leaving to go back to the cars that were neatly parked outside.

Fancy.

She closed the door behind her and made her way upstairs where a half naked Felix wondered Into the hallway. He was looking for something and hadn’t seen Y/n walking infront of him. He only noticed when he bumped into her.

"Oh hey!" He said while his cheeks turn red. He quickly grabs his hoodie and puts it on, "sorry about that," he mumbled but all Y/n did was laugh at the flustered boy.

"It's okay Felix, are you guys ready? Your drivers are waiting downstairs," she informed him.

"Oh? They are? I just got done dressing up I'm waiting on Seungmin to finish-"

"Finish what?" Seungmin's popped up out of the blue out of their shared room.

"Finish getting dressed," Felix chuckled and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"You all look fancy," she complimented both of them. She didn’t mean it in a flirty way but the way both boys were grinning and smiling she thought that maybe that had taken it in that way.

"Oh thank you! You do too," They were both shy as they stood there shifting from one foot to the other.

"Alright I'm going to head to Hannah's room, just let the other guys know. Have fun..." she paused not sure where they were going actually.

"Oh! We're going to the arena,"

"Have fun at the arena!" She smiled and gave them each half hugs.

"You too!" Felix blurts as she walked away. Seungmin smacked the back of his head whispering a small 'she's not going to the arena dumbass'. Who knew speaking to Y/n would make Felix so nervous?

**

"Hmmm peace and quiet finally!" Hannah hums to the tune on the radio. Y/n was sat eating the lunch that Chan's mum had made for her knowing how chemo normally drained her.

"It's only been 10 minutes Hannah," she couldn't help but laugh.

"I know! I know but still it felt like I was slowly suffocating-"

"Oh please! Don't act like you hate I.N suffocating you," Hannah's face turned red as she turned to Y/n. Horror was written all over her face.

"Oh- I- ummm...So you and Chan?" She meant it to come out as a statement but it came out as a question.

"Oh cut it out, I saw him walking out your room this morning," she giggled and switched on her phone.

"It was so funny because he was in a towel and he looked so embarrassed," she was dying of laughter now and you could see that Hannah wanted to jump out the car.

"Okay okay! You got me.."

"I know,” she shrugged, “Y/n has eyes everywhere, so! How was it?" They were acting like teenagers at this point. Gossiping at lunch time.

  "Well…we kinda you know..”

“You guys fucked?!” Y/n exclaimed and quite literally jumped up in her chair.

“Shhhh! Don’t tell Chan please, I beg you…”

“Girl! Ofcourse I won’t tell him duh plus I like you and I.N together…even tho it hasn’t even been 24 hours yet,” she scratched the back of her head and laughed.

The weather was a bit cold, it was coming to December after all. The two had cardigans on and the heater radiated through the air of the car.

“Hm, I know but I feel like I see something in him,” she shrugged and chewed the gum that was in her mouth.

“Well if you feel like you really like him just go for it-“

“The thing is I don’t want to leave and end up like…” she bit her tongue and nervously looked at Y/n.

“You can say it, like me and Chan but that’s the thing you aren’t me and Chan,”

“I know, I know but like what if he breaks my heart,”

“Hannah! Stop overthinking it! It’s been less than 24 hours! The guy hasn’t even taken you out on a date yet,”

“Ugh! Your right, but-“

“Nope I don’t hear you!” She put her fingers in her ears and starting making uncalled noises, “talk to me when he’s taken you on a real date and it’s been more than a day!”

Hannah looked over at her and couldn’t help but smile. She loved Y/n so much. With everything in her.

“Fine fine fine! Enough about me. What about you and Chan?”

“I mean…other than the conversation we had last night, nothing really happened. We were about to kiss though-“

“What?!” Hannah gasped, “Your first kiss?! With my brother?! Yuck!”

“Don’t act like it wasn’t going to be him anyway,” she nudged Hannah playfully. “Plus it didn’t even happen, Hyunjin interrupted us,”

She continued to play with her ring, contemplating wether she should ask Hannah what was running through her mind. But it was almost like she knew something was bothering Y/n.

“Spill right now!”

“What?”

“I know that look Y/n. I know you very well and you have something in your mind. So spill!”

“Uhm- fine…Do you feel like maybe Chan’s different? Like I don’t know…his more rough and edgy? Maybe I’m just overthinking-“

“I agree with you, he seems more dark right??” Hannah clapped her hands agreeing with her.

“Maybe his just grown, I don’t want to jump into conclusions,”

“What made you think like this Y/nnie?”

“Well yesterday you know how I was in the kitchen?” Hannah nodded urging her to continue, “well Chan told me to go to his room and stuff and Han said something like ‘real smooth dude’ and he dabbed him up laughing. Almost like it was a game?” She paused and looked at Hannah confused expression, “maybe I’m just overthinking it..never mind,”

“I mean…I do know that’s messed up for sure,”

“Yeah it doesn’t matter anyways so. We’re even here,” she smiled looking at the hospital that sat in front of them.

“I don’t understand why you’re so cheery whenever we pull up here! It’s so gloomy in there,” Hannah groans as she parked the car.

“Well since they make it gloomy we have to make it ungloomy,” she grabbed her bag and put the lunchbox inside.

“Life isn’t all unicorns and rainbows Y/n when will you learn that?” She giggled and looked over at Y/n.

Y/n knew life wasn’t unicorns and rainbow, for crying out loud she had cancer! Why would life be so sweet for her? She just didn’t want the things that braught her down to have power over her and she hoped everyone would be like that.

[artemis32]

Jrksnsk Ur yandere erasermic tho!! It's so good haha. Can I ask what do you think are the ways the reader can hurt them back? Because I noticed that your version of them is rougher(? Or maybe harder? I'm sorry I'm not good w/ words) than others (and I love both versions fyi!!)

So I'm just curious what kind of actions the reader can do to kind of get to them or hit them where it hurts, whether emotionally or physically haha. Like they're so shock or hurt that they can't even punish the reader for it- and if they do they're not that focused on what they're doing.

(bsksnsks I forgot but please feel free to ignore this if you're not taking requests rn or something 😭😭💜)

subjugation drabble v

this is such a delicious thought, i will run with it

subjugation masterlist

So, to truly get to either one of these men, you really have to take some below-the-belt shots. No holding back.

If you're too kind or soft about it, they'll laugh you off as they usually do.

If you're harsh and rough about it, but not enough, they'll just end up annoyed and take it out on you.

You need to stun them to the point of silence, truly shock them.

It's not an easy feat, and if you give them any time to think over what you've done, you'll probably be in more trouble than you'd thought, but if you manage to properly get under their skin, then you've earned yourself some peace and quiet for a while.

And if you do a really good job, you might actually get them to reflect on what they've done - not that they'll ever let you go, they'll just apologise and give you a bit more leniency.

Now, let's get to it.

Verbal

We've already established that calling them perverts or anything along those lines gets them super riled up, though not in the way you want. They become physically aggressive and aren't afraid to put you in your place if they think you've gone too far.

That being said, there are a few verbal jibes that can actually get under their skin, though probably not enough to shock them to a point where they genuinely have no idea how to react.

You could pay special attention to the fact that you were their student - don't outright mention it, but subtly allude to the fact that they were your teachers, people you trusted, long before you caught their eye. That'll give them pause, if only for a moment. After all, you're right.

Their feelings towards you are already wrong on so many levels, but add to that the fact that you were their underage student when they first met you? Regardless of the fact that nothing happened while you were their student, it strikes a nerve.

They, especially Hizashi, feel queasy for a few hours after that.

The best part is they can't even punish you for saying it, because you didn't actually say anything.

Or.

The option which will probably get you the lashing of your life.

You could mention their old friend.

How you found out about Oboro, they'll probably never find out. But regardless, you know about him, and their relationship with him, and you use that to your advantage.

Mention how disappointed your friend would be if he knew that this is what you've resorted to.

They'll be in too much shock to truly retaliate.

"What would he say? If he knew that his two best friends kidnapped a girl nearly half their age because they were just that pathetic?"

You might be expecting a backhand through the face, or a hit hard enough to send you flying, but it never comes.

They just stand there, shocked and appalled by your words, not even able to punish you for tone or your words.

(I'll probably write a separate drabble for this because damn, I love the potential with this piece)

Physical

A good old fashion kick to the groin should do it.

I'm not even kidding - if one day, you reach your limit, eager for even a mere two minutes of peace and quiet, and you decide to go for the nuts - well, whoever you hit will be down for a while.

They'll probably punish you for it, but that means admitting that you managed to pull one over on them, which they won't do. And, they're both well-seasoned pro-heroes. They should know better than to fall victim to a cheap shot like that, so it's completely on them.

Same goes for any head shots that manage to knock them out.

They aren't worried about you getting away, but if you manage to sneak up behind one of them and knock them unconscious - with an object or your own hands - they probably won't punish you, because again, it's on them for not paying more attention. They take it as their own punishment for their lack of awareness.

Plus, they'll never admit it, but the teachers in them are proud of how resourceful and smart you can be when you plan things like that out. It almost warms their hearts.

To them, you're more like a playful kitten than an actual threat.

Months of isolation and inactivity have made sure that any physical advantage you may have had, had melted away. It was difficult to maintain stamina or muscle strength when you were locked up inside for most of the day, and the fact that the two of them watched you like hawks whenever they were around didn't help either.

You couldn't do that much damage to them, at least not physically.

Emotional

The cliché "when you hurt yourself, you hurt us too" is something they'd say (or at least, Hizashi would).

To be completely honest with you, emotionally manipulating the two of them is actually pretty easy.

They truthfully do feel bad about what they've put you through, but they'll never admit it. Yes, they feel bad, so some subtle emotional manipulation would work pretty well on both of them.

Some small mention of the life you used to have; of the longing you feel for what you've lost - it won't really amount to much.

But overtime, it begins to wear on them.

They know how much they've made you suffer. They know, and they feel remorseful. Not enough to grovel and beg, or let you go, but enough for it to weigh heavily on them.

If you hurt yourself to hurt them - emotionally, physically, or otherwise - well, it'll work. Probably better than you'd like it to, honestly.

Immediately after they find out, they'd be stunned, unable to muster any reaction beyond silence. It'd take them a while to process it, but they'd eventually come to terms with it. After that though, they'd hover even more than they already do. They aren’t typically the kind of people who like to coddle you, but they’ll go above and beyond to crowd your space and take up all of your time.

Hurting yourself in any way would definitely get the reaction you want.

That and, if you expressed any emotional ailments you had because of them. That in particular would hurt Shouta - he loves you, and to hear that his actions hurt you - it kills him inside. He does what he does to keep you safe and happy, so it hurts to hear first-hand that it does the opposites.

Like I said, immediately after you’ve expressed your emotional distress, Shouta in particular is the most likely to give you some space.

It’s more to give himself time to think, reflect on himself and his role in everything, but it works out well enough – you’ll get some space from him and his overwhelming presence, and he soaks in the worry and anxiety for a few days before acting on whatever he’s decided.

With Hizashi, it has the opposite effect. He won’t give you any amount of space. Unlike Shouta, who gives you some space for a few days before crowding you, Hizashi immediately overwhelms you.

Of course, in his mind, you feel this way because he hasn’t given you enough love or attention, so clearly the only way to remedy the situation is to overcompensate for what he’s missed.

To emotionally manipulate him, giving him the cold shoulder works surprisingly well. Considering this is a fully grown man, you’d think he’d be able to easily distinguish when you’re trying to manipulate him, but he doesn’t.

If you really want to add insult to injury, give Shouta all of your attention – go above and beyond with your affection. Hizashi will think he’s done something unforgivable.

Cue the begging and pleading.

Be careful with that route though – Shouta is smart enough to see through your antics, and if he sees that you’re trying to manipulate or hurt Hizashi with your games, he’ll shut it down immediately. And then you’ll have a punishment to deal with on top of the usual treatment you receive from them.

Balancing both men while simultaneously manipulating them is a difficult feat, but if you’re smart and patient, you’ll manage. And truly, the results will be worth it.

You’ll have space from the two of them, some much needed peace and quiet, and two mopey men eager for your forgiveness.

Don’t take too long to wrap it up though – their remorse and sadness will very quickly turn to irritation and anger.

After all, they’re in control. You shouldn’t get to dictate your relationship with them, especially not when they’re so generous and take care of your every need without so much as a thank you in return.

But yeah, that's how you can hurt them back.

Their reaction ranges from mild irritation to genuine shock, but no matter what you do, they won't let you go, no matter how sorry they are.

[river-muse]

That WIP ask game is seriously an underrated concept tbh, authors should be able to air out their works and ideas if they want to, even if those are unfinished.

Since I've been bugging you a little about MH I think I have to ask about the Monster Hunter Derelict WIP. MH Is an interesting setting for sure, but it's also hard to think of something to write in it, except maybe a dnd-like hunter party? Anyway, I'm rambling, definitely interested what you had going on There.

Also, I'm a filthy cheater and a sucker for time-themed fiction, so I definitely have to ask about Whatever Time May Bring. Feel free to ignore my filthy cheater double request tho

I agree! Being able to show off stuff we're working on without perfection being expected is super fun because I can pick out highlights and hold it up without needing to go "is this polished enough to be read?"

Since one is sort of a mini-fic that's an AU me and one of my close friends are messing around with for the funnies I'll answer both of your requests! I'm giggling and rubbing my hands together.

Monster Hunter Dereliction is the working title of a DMC MonHun AU that centers around a small Guild outpost in the Old World that pretty much has its shit figured out due to there not being many settlements in the area that need to be protected. My friend and I went "fuck it minimal family loss trauma in this department" so a lot of the cast is Around(tm) except for Sparda(we haven't decided what happened to him yet if anything).

There's sort of a plot figured out, though most of it's up in the air because we haven't had too much of a chance to talk more thoroughly about it and are just in the brainstorming department. We really just wanted to come up with our own biomes and monster designs for fun. It would involve a clash between two Elders breaking open a crevice in the earth that reveals an underground cavern system- and unknowingly awakening an Elder that has almost cosmic horror-esque traits to it. There's a sketch but it's not mine so I'd have to ask my friend later if he'd be cool with me sharing it.

For a little insight into some character placements, since I'm a bit obsessive about how lore in MonHun goes xD I won't go into what everyone is doing but I will share a handful.

I don't have much in way of writing, since I just got a few key ideas down- but have at it!

I think we decided Dante was the master in that area? He's mostly chilling around the outpost unless something super dangerous comes up that he's needed for.

Vergil is a high-ranking hunter who tends to do tasks for the Scholars that takes him into dangerous areas for the challenge and potential to explore old ruins. He's in and out of the outpost a lot on a whim so unless he's requested specifically good luck finding him.

Nero is an established hunter who tends to get a little babied by the others, which leads to him being more adamant about pushing his limits to prove himself and get them to stop worrying.

Eva regularly travels, recording locales and monsters in general peace.

Kyrie acts as the guild sweetheart for the location, handling quest assignments and making sure the hunters are properly prepared.

Credo is one of the residing guild knights, which is a rank in the guild that handles upholding guild regulation and deciding on punishment for anyone caught illegally poaching monsters.

Nell is the residential smithy! She's been training Nico for a long time now to take over in the future.

For now Nico tends to tag along behind Nero on a lot of hunts to observe them, swipe some new materials for herself, and experiment with equipment that diverts away from standard expectations.

Patty is a guild sweetheart in training, if I remember right? I only wrote her name in all caps in this post-it note and nothing else fdsgfbsdxjkgbj

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Dante’s late to leave his room today, not expecting too many requests to come in if any. It’s been quiet since they’d sorted out the sudden influx of larger wyverns that had migrated South from their own territories. Which isn’t a good sign. It could mean something bigger is on the way soon. However nothing’s turned up. So to him the problem’s been solved. The peace lasts about as long as expected though, because the door pushes open without so much as a knock from the incoming visitor. It’s Lady. Not even in her armor yet but scowling as if she’d just gotten tossed around by a Diablos. “Where’s your fucking brother?” “Not even a good morning?” Dante yawns. “Passed morning a few hours ago.” Lady crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe “Now about Vergil-“ “Do I look like my brother’s keeper?” When It’s obvious Lady isn’t accepting that as an answer he groans and rests his feet on his desk “Out. On an expedition. That’s why one of the aptonoth aren’t in the stable. He’s North, checking out whatever caused that Wyvern displacement. Should be back in a few days.”

-

Vergil lingers by the ledge of the massive crevice, peering into the darkness to see faint shimmers of light that waver as if moving. It’s odd. With most of the trees decimated there should be plenty of sunlight shining down to show whatever’s down there. The darkness opens its eyes. Swirling colors and glowing light as faint pupils shrink to paper-thin slits when they focus on him. From the positioning of them Vergil isn’t sure if he’s looking face-to-face with a creature or with multiple. He doesn’t recognize any visible traits and stumbles away from the ledge. There’s a snapping noise and Vergil looks back to see the aptonoth has broken her binds in her attempt to flee, taking all of Vergil’s gear with her as she disappears into the treeline. A rattling, warbling noise that resembles a broken horn echoes loud enough that it hurts Vergil’s ears. He covers them with his hands and regrets not bringing earplugs. Something cold enough to leech the temperature through his armor wraps around his ankle, and drags him into the crevice. He grasps at the rock. His gloves dig in and he struggles to grab his blade. It slips from his hands and he falls with it. Darkness engulfs his vision made to feel darker by the eyes that fill his peripheral. One more eye, larger than all the others, opens up in front of him to blot out his last view of the sun.

-

Nero’s the first to volunteer and the first to be ready to depart. He shuffles about, fretting over what equipment to take and how long of a trip it will be. “Don’t you dare authorize that mission.” Credo objects, smacking his hand on the table “There’s no telling how long he’ll be gone, and if there is a wyvern strong enough out there to take Vergil down then I don’t feel comfortable sending him out.” “He’s qualified. Just as capable as the rest of us.” Dante insists “You need to stop babying him or he’ll never get his feet under him.” “How dare you accuse me of coddling one of our hunters?” “You’re not really beating the allegations. Especially since he’s got a crush on your sister.” “Do not-“ Nero objects. Dante stares, raises an eyebrow, and Nero clicks his tongue. Nero looks away while his cheeks flush red.

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NOW onto-

Whatever Time May Bring. You have sniffed out the ONE NASNAH part that I think you're going to love the most, because it takes place when Nero's 15 and a certain 8 year old girl finds her way into Dante's life. It skims through the anime timeline and a bit beyond, since for reasons not yet revealed in the plot Dante decides to keep Vergil and Nero out of most of the details of his demon hunting work. It's a scene compilation like how "In Leaps and Bounds" was for little Nero. It's also finally the time where Nero starts questioning his family's behavior and secrets more than before.

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Vergil watches the ensuing exchange with all of his attention he can muster. There’s something comedic about a young child pushing Dante to wits’ end when Nero at that age earned nothing but Dante’s adoration. He then notices Nero’s uncharacteristic silence. It takes just one glance to see Nero’s eyes are wide, watching Patty with an expression that he hasn’t seen before. “Nero?” Nero startles out of his thoughts, straightening up. “Uh, hi.” Nero says. He picks up his coat from the floor and dusts it off. “A little slow on the uptake. Did you overheat trying to wear that over here?” Dante asks. “No just-“ Nero looks away and seems to get his bearings “-wasn’t expecting to see you taking care of a kid. He’s being nice to you, right?” Nero looks at Patty with his question. “He’s horrible! He doesn’t clean, never explains anything until after it happens, and won’t eat anything but pizza and strawberry sundaes. I’m surprised he even knows what tomato juice is let alone drinks it.” Patty pouts and motions at Dante with a pointed finger.

-

Patty is- energetic. She’s outspoken and from how she speaks her mind is sharper than she leads others to believe. Yet she’s very much a child in how she behaves. Much like how Dante had been at her age to an extent. It had been obnoxious to deal with when younger, but Vergil can rationalize it as normal behavior for children in hindsight. Nero’s odd phase of having become quiet and calm as a child must have been a special case. “Would you advise I rescue Nero now, or later?” Vergil questions. “I think they’ll get along just fine without us hovering.” Dante pushes up from his chair and nudges a box of stuffed animals to the side with his foot. He tilts his head to the hallway door “Let’s leave them to it.” “And what will we be doing, instead?” “If you don’t want to know the weird details of the job, then I guess we can stay here and listen to Patty go on all day about that stupid show.” “Hey! I heard that.” Patty speaks up, looking over from the couch. “I wasn’t talking to you.” “But you were talking about me, so that’s pretty much the same thing.” Patty sticks her tongue out.

-

“What happened to my mom? Who was she?” Vergil’s gaze flicks away. Guilt passes over his face and he keeps cleaning without giving an answer. “Hey, you can’t just ignore me. I asked you a question-” Nero objects. “I can, and I will.” Vergil holds out the sauce pan “That is a topic for another time, Nero.” “Another time? Seriously?” Nero scowls as he uses a bit more force than needed to dry the pan “You’re gonna dare say that to me after years of this? I don’t even know what her name was.” Vergil pauses washing the dishes, resting his hands on the edges of the sink.

-

Thank you for letting me go insane and giving me a chance to share with you some Patty Propaganda! I had to seriously dig around and be careful with what I show since there's quite a few parts between the fic I'm currently uploading and this one, but I would be damned if I didn't give you something to look forward to. <3

[sebbianas]

okay I'll bitte. I'm still very new here and only ever read anything ab wolfstar. What is the lore w jegulus? I know it's a lot to explain probably but what would be the summary of what you find most alluring and fitting about them together?

i hope you are sitting down for this because this will be long. i will put it in bullet forms so its kinda organized

first, i am a sucker for slytherin/gryffindor ships. idk if its because of drarry or just the natural rivalry that the two houses has shown in the books. i see rivalries to lovers and i go crazy

second, i love the best friend’s sibling trope. i loved it with hinny and so naturally i loved it with jegulus. idk what it is about this trope that i love it so much, i just love the familiarity of it like, i watched you grew up because your older sibling is my best friend so you’ve always been part of my life and now that im getting to know you you arent just my best friend’s sibling you are your own person and wow im in love with you its just chef’s kiss you know?

i love how opposite jegulus are, i love the popular jock vs mysterious jock, i love the loud and reckless vs the quiet and calculating , i love the hero vs the anti-hero. i love how the things that make them who they are is exactly what the other needs, they complete and compliment each other so well that they are the couple who says they are a team and they actually are because of how well the fit.

(in relation to the previous bullet) i love how thru regulus james learns to love the silence, he learns the peacefulness of just being together, of holding each other in comfortable silence and being able to exist together, he always felt the need to be the life of the party or be the energized one who is entertaining everyone but with reg he gets to just exist no demands for anything other than just his presence

and with reg he learns to james that not everything has to be buried and hidden, he learns that his feelings and emotions are not wrong and bad, they are just emotions and james has given him the space to feel that, to exist with it and not oush it down. with james reg is able to see beyond what is offered to him, outside of his parent’s expectations, outside of his own expectations for himself, he gets to be a teenager, gets to be a teenager in love, he gets to know who he wanted to be and he learns to love it, he learns that there is more to life than just surviving

james loves regulus in the way regulus has never known, james values him and his thoughts, listens and remembers, he sees past his sarcastic remarks and eye rolls, he loves him for it even, he cares not because he has to but because he wants to and regulus never had that.

regulus loves james in the way james had never expected, james grew up with so much love that he had too much of it, he doesnt complain tho, so james thought he knew what love is but regulus’ way of loving is so different that it shocked. his love for james is subtle, its a small secret smile directed at him from across the room, its a pinky reaching out to him when they pass by each other, its sending little things that james had said he likes being given to him with nonchalance, its kissing him with reverence and worship, its folding into his arms and openly admiting he felt safe and at peace, its little things makes james blush and stutter because for him love is big gestures and loud declarations he never knew love could be solemn, love could be something they kept to themselves, love that he wanted only for his eyes.

jegulus just having a love that is unexpected and real at such a young age that it becomes something they hold on for the rest of their lives (no matter how short it is lol)

i have so much to say about them im sorry but i do love them so much

[bytinneke]

An evening walk a Fenrir Greyback Fanfiction.

*After your workday, you depart on your evening walk. Ready for a moment of silence, peace and refreshing oxygen. But it's not long before a notorious and murderous werewolf is hot on your heels.*

Intro: The last six weeks have been intense, from one assignment to another. I am an emerging photographer in the wizarding world and that is apriciated. Maybe because only a few exist? Anyway I have been busy... in the little free time I have I occasionally go for walks, feed myself, read adult romances and take baths for some me-time and physical release. I've missed all the news... although I did catch some on my photoshoots. Apparently there have been murders and they have seen werewolves and Greyback prowling around. So they recommend staying inside at night and if you go hiking near the woods you should have your wand with you at al times and be vigilant.

I've always had a fascination with wolves and werewolves and after learning more about them at hogwarts, I was completely sold. I guess im attracted to everything weird, dark and mysterious. Never encountered one yet tho. We also learned about thé Fenrir Greyback an alpha who can turn into wolf form without a full moon. He kills for fun, loves to hunt his victims and occasionally rapes women too...I heard he is a mercenary now, but in recent years he has been in hiding. Maybe he is tired of killing or is he to old? Anyway I already been working for 9 hours straight. I just have to go and drop off the portraits of the Malfoys and then my working day is over.

I knock on the door of Malfoy manor. One of the butlers let's me in and takes me to the study where Lucius is sitting, ready to inspect the portraits. "Hello again Mr Malfoy. I have the portraits with me. Do you have a preference of the frame? I have brought a modern sleek frame or an ornamental frame in both silver, bronze, black and green." He nods and comes over to the table where I have prepared all the portraits. "I'll take the silver and black ornamental frames. You may frame these and then I will let the butler hang them in the right places." He walks away while I start framing the portraits. When the butler has hung them, Lucius comes back in with an approving nod. "Here is your fee Katherine. Congratulations your work is better than expected. I look forward to seeing more of your work." I bow and head for the door. "Oh Miss, be carefull on the way home." Lucius called after me. I nod with a friendly smile an leave the manor, going straight home I'm starving!

Chapter 1: When I get home, something is off. Not the first time in recent weeks that I came home and feel something is not right. Last week for instance my back door was unlocked. And 4 weeks ago I found some things that were no longer quite in the same place. Maybe I'm just overworked. I put my things down and go to the kitchen to quickly prepare some food. Then I eat quietly and tidy everything up. I go upstairs and put on something else to go for a walk. It has already been 2 days ago without any exercise. I decide to get a walk on the outskirts of the village, despite the warnings. I need nature, oxygen and peace and quiet. After a while I look up at the clear dark blue sky the stars dotting it like a painting above me. I stop taking a deep breath of fresh air and enjoy the smell of nature. When I take a few steps forward I sudenly catch a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eyes. It’s brief, barely noticeable and could easily be mistaken for a trick of the light or the rustling of a small animal. I look towards the noise, keeping my wand at the ready when a bunny runs out of the bushes into the fields. I let out a short sigh and turn back towards the path, starting to walk. For a moment I thought a wolf would cross my path or worse thé alpha wolf. Actually that would be an interesting change from my hustle & bustle. Not that I don't like my work but I also need something new every now and then, holidays and adventures.

The flickering movement that caught my eyes earlier continues... a pair of sharp bright blue eyes watching me intently from the shadows. I take my wand back while these eyes follow every movement, their gaze unwavering and calculating. As if sizing me up, deciding whether I'm a threat or prey. The air is unnaturally still around you, like the forest itself is holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. A sudden rustling can be heard as a large dark shape moves just out of your line of sight. The bushes parting as a figure steps onto the path a few feet behind you. It's a man, tall and muscular with a wild untamed aura about him. He stands silently, taking in the sight of you in the evening air. Before taking a step towards you coming out of the shadows. He's dressed in black leather trousers and a black T-shirt that clings to his body. Revealing every curve and contour of his powerful physique. What is this big dark and handsome man doing... Is he stalking me? I catch my breath, lowering my wand a bit. "Oh, you caught me offguard. Good evening."

The man's eyes flick up to meet yours, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His gaze is intense and almost predatory. He does not respond immediately. "Is everything ok?" I ask "I'm fine." he replies his voice low. "And what brings a pretty thing like you out into the woods all alone?" He takes a few steps towards you, his movements predatory and almost hypnotic. My eyes look him up and down. He looks dangerous, tall and attractive. I snap out of my focus. "I’m taking a walk. And these woods especially in the evening are really magical, calms me down and energizes me at the same time. What about you sir" I say calmly while gripping my wand a bit harder. The man chuckles softly as he continues to approach. His eyes never leaving mine and his gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and a predatory intensity. "Ah, just taking a walk as well." he replies. "Sometimes it's nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of civilization and breathe in the night air." He halts a few feet away from me, his eyes roaming over my body as if memorizing every detail.

"Uhm that's nice." I smile politely while feeling super akward. Shall I continue walking? Ask him were he’s going? Ask him to join me on my walk? I’m not great at talking to people. He notices your awkwardness, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as if finding your unease amusing. "You seem a bit uncomfortable, Am I making you nervous, sweetheart?" he observes, his voice a low rumble. "Oh uhm, just caught me ofguard. Normally I don’t run into people on my walks. Don’t have to think or worry about what to say." I smile awkwardly at him. "Ah, so you're not used to having company on your walks is that it?" he asks as his gaze roaming over my face, studying every feature. "You're missing out, you know. A little conversation can be quite... stimulating." I look at him questioningly "Are you inviting yourself to walk with me?" The man chuckles softly."Maybe I am. What's wrong with that? I'm sure I could find ways to make the walk... more interesting for you." he replies his voice smooth. His seductive undertone makes my brain go crazy and my body is getting flustered as wel. I shake my head a bit. Oh fuck it, why not. If i get a shag or get killed at least I was not lonely. "Sure you can walk with me. Sorry what’s you’re name?"

The man's smile grows wider as he sees the effect he's having on you. He takes another step closer, now standing just a foot away from you. "My name is Fenrir and yours, sweetheart?" he answers. Oh damnit... Jup he definitely looks better then imagined. Those beautifull piercing blu eyes, broad chest, dark hair, he's massive... damnit I should be careful. But the curiosity is to much. I need to know him… even if it means death, becoming a wolf or being raped. I step a bit back and offer him my hand. "I’m Katherine, nice to meet you." Fenrir takes your hand in his. His fingers enveloping yours with a heat that sends a shiver down your spine. He squeezes your hand slightly, his gaze still locked onto yours. "Katherine" he repeats the sound of your name on his lips like silk. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." My breath leaves me for a few seconds. "You didn't come across many women then. But thanks for the compliment." Fenrir's smile grows slightly more mischievous as he releases your hand. "Oh, I see plenty of women." he replies, his voice suggestive. "But you have a certain... something, that captures my attention."

Chapter 2: He sees plenty? Does he fuck them all… is he a fuckboy? Or maybe he just kills them? What would be so capturing about me? "Do you say that to all the women?" I blurted out. Fenrir laughs, as if he can read your thoughts and find your suspicions amusing. "No, sweetheart. I don't say that to all the women. I'm a man of discerning taste, and you my dear have piqued my interest." he replies. I stay quiet studying him. Fenrir notices your intense gaze as you study him, his grin widening slightly as he knows he is intensely enjoying your reaction to him. "You're a curious one, aren't you?" he observes. "Yes I am." I say. He chuckles again, making a low rumbling sound. "Curiosity isn't necessarily a bad thing." he replies, his gaze never wavering from yours. "It can lead to... interesting discoveries." I continue walking with him right beside me. "What would I discover?"

Fenrir follows beside you, his footsteps almost silent on the forest floor as if he's part of the shadows themselves. He glances over at you, a sly smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise, sweetheart." he says, his voice still carrying that sultry undertone. "Mmm I do wonder… would it be a deadly one or are you planning on keeping me alive?" I glance at him while he gives his response. "I have no intention of killing you, sweetheart. At least, not yet. I have other plans in mind for you." he replies with a hint of amusement in his voice. Not yet… great. Here goes my pointless life. I keep walking silently. Fenrir glances over at you, noticing the sudden shift in your demeanor at his words. He studies you for a moment, his gaze intense and unreadable, before speaking again. "There's no need to look so down, sweetheart. I assure you, I have no ill intentions towards you. In fact, I have quite the opposite in mind." I look up at him seeing his eyes twinkle. "You do?"

A sly and almost predatory grin meets your gaze. His eyes gleam in the darkness, filled with something that sends a shiver down your spine, a mixture of excitement and anticipation. "Oh, I do indeed. But I must warn you, my intentions are rather... unconventional." "Uhm… in the way that people think of you or unconventional like all other people? Fenrir laughs, his hand reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch like a spark against your skin. "You could say it's a bit of both, sweetheart." he replies, his voice dropping to a whisper. "My reputation precedes me, but my intentions are all my own. And I can promise you won't find them familiar or ordinary in any way." I feel warm tingling every time he touches me. As if his presence and eyes don’t already make my temperature rise. "You do like riddles do you?" His fingers trace a path along my neck and jawline, his touch gentle but deliberate. "I have a weakness for puzzles, yes." he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. "And you, my dear, are an intriguing one." "And what's the challenge in me? Why am I intriguing? Because I don’t run in fear?"

Fenrir's lips curl into satisfied smile. "You're intriguing because you're not afraid. Most people would have run screaming by now, panicked or frozen in fear. But not you. You're curious, defiant, full of... potential." he replies, his voice low and rumbling. "Oh I’m on my toes alright. But my curiousity and love for all things dark and mysterious is bigger." I grumble. Fenrir laughs again. His hand leaves your face, moving down to your waist, his fingers gently but firmly closing around you. "Ah, there it is again, that curiosity. I can see it in your eyes, the way you're practically vibrating with it. You crave the unknown, the dangerous, even though you know you should be running in the opposite direction." he says, his voice a velvety growl. In nod "Jup I’m stupid and naive." Fenrir puls you even closer to him. His body is solidly against yours now, a wall of heat and muscle, the air between you charged with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. "Naive, perhaps, but not entirely stupid, darling." he teases. "You're smart enough to know there's something here, something drawing you in despite the risks. And deep down, a part of you is enjoying it, isn’t it?" I can’t speak… my body and mind going crazy at his words and body.

I let out a soft protested moan. Fenrir's eyes gleam as he hears my involuntary sound of protest. "Mmm, is that a yes, sweetheart? You can deny it all you like, but your body betrays you." he whispers. I try to step away. Trying to gain control of me. This can’t be happening. I should be walking, coming home, getting to sleep, living my life al by my lonesome. As you try to step back, Fenrir's grip on your waist only tightens, holding you firmly in place against him. He lets out a low amused chuckle as he watches you struggle against his hold, his eyes filled with a combination of dark amusement and desire. "Oh no, darling, there's no escaping me now. You can try to run, but you won't get far. You're mine now, sweetheart, whether you like it or not." he growls. "You want to claim me? How can you want me? You don’t know me? What about the plenty of other women?" My words fly out of my mouth, before I slam my mouth shut.

Chapter 3: Fenrir's smirk widens into a full-blown grin as your words escape your lips, the mixture of surprise and frustration clear in your voice. He raises an eyebrow, his eyes roaming over your face, as if relishing the effect he's having on you. "Claim you, mark you, it doesn't matter what you call it." he replies. "I've had many women, yes, but none of them have ever intrigued me like you do." Im still in disbelief. "I’m not special Fenrir… you shouldn’t waist your time on someone like me." Fenrir laughs again, as he leans in closer, his lips grazing against your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Waste my time, darling? You're the most fascinating thing I've come across in a very long time. No, you're different, and I intend to find out why... and how far I can push you before you break." My brain is in chaos..."Why can’t I figure this out… break in like a sobbing mess way or a romantic way?" His lips linger against my ear. His body pressing against yours, his hand on my waist snaking around my back. "Both, I want to see you fall apart in every way possible. I want to push you to the edge of pleasure and pain, and watch you unravel. Is that what you want? To be completely at my mercy?"

What I want? Does it matter what I want? I stay quiet not knowing how to respond. Fenrir notices your hesitation, the silence that falls between you as you grapple with your thoughts and feelings. His grip on your back tightens, as if he's trying to anchor you to the moment. "Come on sweetheart. Don't be shy. Tell me: do you want to be mine?" he urges, his voice low and commanding. "Uhm, I don’t know you… and I’m no slave material… more of a switch or brat." I say with a stammer. He leans in closer, his lips now resting against the side of your neck, his breath hot and warm. "Ah, a switch and bratt huh? Interesting... I like that." His gaze locking onto yours, a sly smirk on his face. "But don't worry, darling. I don't want a slave. I want someone who will challenge me, push back against me, give as good as they get. Someone like you." I shrug. "Soyou wnat me as you're partner? And you know that for sure in these few minutes?" "Yes, I'm sure, sweetheart. I know what I want when I see it. And you are exactly what I'm looking for in partner. Ofcourse I did my research on you." My eyes widen. "Have you been stalking me?! That's not creepy at all..." My brains screams to run away, but my curiosety is stronger. "What did you find out about me?"

He's fingers now tracing a path along your collarbone, his touch light and maddening. "Oh, I found out quite a lot sweetheart. I know your routines, your habits, your likes and dislikes. I know how you think, how you react to certain things. I know how you look when you're angry, sad, .... aroused." I start blushing, my body getting even hotter. Would he now?I hope he didn’t spy me at home… thinking back at the books I’ve been reading the last weeks, the times I’ve played with myself. He smirks, noticing the way your body reacts to his words, blush spreading across your cheeks, your breath hitching in your throat. He leans in even closer, his hand now tracing a path down the length of your arm, his fingers dancing along your skin. "Oh, darling, you have no idea how much I've seen. And how much I know." I try to hit him, so he will let me go. I don’t know how he all did it, but that is private. Fenrir catches your hand as you try to hit him, halting your movement. His eyes narrow as he looks down at you, a sly smirk still on his lips. "Now, now darling. There's no need for that. I didn't mean to upset you. I just find you... fascinating, is all. Your desires, your needs, your darkest secrets. They're all interesting to me."

"What do you expect? That I just say yeah fine let’s go…. Without introduction time, to forget the stalking, forget you're a murderer a death eater?" He lets go of your wrist, his hand instead wrapping around your waist once more, pulling you possessively against him. "Oh, sweetheart, I don't expect you to just give in that easily. No, I expect a challenge, a battle, a fight. I want you to resist, to make me work for it. I want to see that fire in your eyes, that defiant spark that makes you who you are. I want everything from you, darling. Everything." "Then let me go! If you want me, work for it don’t just push me. Make me want you… ask me on dates or something." Fenrir raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flitting across his face. He releases you taking a small step back, sizing you up with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "You want me to court you, is that it? Ask you on dates? Woo you like some Victorian gentleman?" I shrug my shoulders and nod. Fenrir laughs again, shaking his head in amusement at your request. "Very well. I'll court you the old-fashioned way. Dates, romance, the whole shebang. But don't think it'll be easy, sweetheart. I won't stop until I have you completely."

"Old fashioned… ist that of your time anyway?" I say teasingly. Oh I would let him take me right here… but I’m no slut. I need to know he’s serious, that he wants me… and not just my pussy. "Yes, old-fashioned is how I like to do things. I’m not a fan of the modern ways. I prefer the traditional approach. And as for my age, let's just say I've been around for a while…” He laughs his eyes glittering. "You sure you can keep up then?" I give him a playful shove. His smile widening at your challenge. He takes another step back, shaking his head at your words. "Keep up, darling? I think I can keep up just fine. And remember in the end you'll be mine." "We will see won’t we?" I say knowing that I'm already his… but I can’t make it that easy.

Chapter 4: Fenrir's eyes lock on yours, his smile playful as he hears your cheeky response. "Yes, we will see. I do love a challenge, sweetheart. But be warned, I can be very persuasive." "So mister wolf what will be the first step of courtship?" I ask. His hand moves to brush a strand of hair back behind your ear. "The first step, darling? Well, the first step is to get to know each other better, spend time together. How does that sound to you?" I nod "Although you say you know everything about me already. But what do you suggest for now? Can I go home get some rest?" "I do know a lot about you darling, but there's always more to learn. And as for your question... you're not going home yet. Not until I've had my fill of you. We'll begin tonight. I won’t let you go until you're shivering in my arms, begging for more." He grins. Im already shivering, everything in me screams just fuck me and devour me. But I can’t…

He senses the tension in your body, the way you shiver at his words, your breathing ragged as you desperately try to control yourself. He lets out a low amused chuckle. "Oh darling, I can feel how much you want me. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice... Don't try to resist, don't fight it. Give in to the desire, give in to me..." Im not a slut, I’m not the weird stupid woman who went against everything normal, I’m made for a boring life. Not a life with the man in my dreams, the craziness, the one who desires me, worships me, protectes me, sees me as an equal, the murderer. "I can’t fall, it..it isn’t right." He can see the resistance, the internal struggle between the part of you that wants to give in and the part that doesn't. "Not right... according to who? You? Society? Darling, who cares what's 'right' or 'normal'? What matters is what you want, what you desire. And you can deny it all you like, but I see the fire in your eyes, the need, the want... you can't hide the truth from me."

He crushes you against him. He leans in close, his lips at your ear, his voice a low sultry whisper. "Give in, sweetheart. Let go of all those silly reservations, those societal expectations. There's nothing wrong with wanting me, with needing me. I can see it in your eyes, hear it in your breath... you want me just as much as I want you. Just give in to the desire and let me catch you…" I lay my hands against his chest. This need is so strong so supernatural. It’s like he’s putting a spell on me. You’re eyes meet again both blazing with fire. Oh fuck it, I’m the weird one already. Let’s taste even if it means for one night. I lean in taking his face between my hands. The moment my lips touch his, my resistance dissolves, giving way to the need and desire that have been building between us. His tongue roughly demanding entrance to your mouth as he kisses you fiercely. "Mmm... there you go, darling. Give in to me. Let me taste you, take you, devour you..."

I jumped into the abyss. His voice taking me even deeper. "Shut up and take me, please." I moan. Fenrir chuckles, as he hears your moan of pleasure. He grabs you by the hips, lifting you up effortlessly, his strong hands easily holding you against him. "Oh, I'll take you, sweetheart. I'll show you just how deep the abyss can go..." I surprise myself and let out a growl. Fenrir laughs, your unexpected growl only endearing you further to him. He leans in closer, his voice a low growly whisper. "Ah, look at you, trying to be tough... but I know better. You want to be dominated, controlled... you want to be mine." He holds me up. I’m to weak to push him onto the ground or against a tree. Why don’t he shut up and just do it? Fenrir smiles, noticing your futile attempts to overpower him. But he has no intention of letting you go, not until he's had his fill of you. He holds you against him, his arms like steel as he growls in your ear. "Shhh, sweetheart, don’t bother straining yourself. You won't win this battle. So just give in, accept your fate, and let me take what's mine."

"Then stop talking and take me already!" I wine. Fenrir laughs at your feisty response only serving to excite him further. "Oh trust me, darling, I'll take you. I'll take you right here, right now. You just have to be a good girl and do as you're told." "I’ve always been a good girl… Alpha." I bat my lashes at him, while I grind myself against the hard bulge in his pants. Fenrir groans as he feels you grinding against him, his eyes locking on yours, the desire in his gaze almost feral. "Oh really? A good girl are you? We'll see just how good you really are then, won't we? But first, I want you to do something for me..." I look up at him, awaiting his command. Fenrir grins again, his eyes locked on yours and his voice a low possessive growl. "Get on your knees, darling."

Chapter 5: He lets me get down I start opening his belt and pants in the proces. While never leaving the eye contact. He watches as you kneel before him, his eyes still locked on yours as you undo his pants, his body tense with anticipation. "Good girl, just like that... oh you're a quick learner, aren't you, darling?" Fenrir's hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist stopping me from removing his pants. He looks down at you, his eyes darkened with both desire. "Ah, ah, not so fast... I didn't say you could touch just yet, darling. Be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself for now." I look at him questioningly but go and sit down on my knees, hands in my lap… waiting. Fenrir grins down at you, his eyes roaming your body as you sit obediently at his feet. He steps closer, his hand moving to caress your cheek, his touch gentle, yet possessive. "Mmm, you look lovely down there. A sight for sore eyes. But I have to admit, I'm a little surprised... you're being awfully obedient now, sweetheart. Is that because you can feel how much I want you? You know I could take you right now, and you'd let me..." I shake my head.

"No it’s because I’m losing patience… and I shut up so you would finally make your move." Fenrir grins down at you, seeing the hunger in your eyes. "Ah, you're such a naughty thing. Always pushing boundaries and testing me. But you're holding back now, aren't you? Waiting for me to make the move, to make you mine. I love that about you, darling... but I don't think I can wait any longer..." Fenrir's hand moves to the back of your head, gripping a fistful of your hair. His voice a low growl in your ear. "Look at me, darling. I want to see those lovely eyes of yours while I take you. I want to see the need in them, the desire, the submission. I want to see you break for me, to give yourself completely." Fenrir lowers himself, crouching in front of you. He leans in his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a low, possessive growl. "Tell me, sweetheart, who do you belong to? Who is you're alpha?" I wine, doesn't he want me to suck him off? Why does he keep procrastinating? "You can be… If this alpha huries…I’ll belong fully to him."

Fenrir grins and let's the grip on your hair go. "Oh, you're mine already darling. But you asked me to woo you remember, so lay down." He growls seductivly. I lay myself down on the moss, looking at him with anticipation and strong desire. He crawls over me, his body keeping me put, as he crashes his lips on mine. The kiss is'nt soft at all, but filled with need, hunger and lust. As if we both haven't eaten for days. I give a moan, my body on fire, my hands exploring his shoulders. He growls softly in response, his body pressing into yours. "Oh sweetheart, I'm going to make you mine, completely and irreversibly. You'll be mine, body and soul." His hands pull off your clothes, one by one, while he leaves kisses in his path. Admiring his handy work for a second, he smirks and takes off his shirt. Showing his perfect muscular broad chest, making me squirm. Leaving my hands tingle.

"Oh darling, I’m going to make you scream my name. Make you burn for me, crave me, need me. And when I'm done with you, you'll never want anyone else, ever again. You'll be completely and utterly mine." He says with a big as smirk on his face seeing how you react to him. He comes closer swinging your legs over his shoulder as he dives between them. His tongue glides over my lips, stopping at my clit to circle and suck there. I push myself further waiting for the extra pressure. And he delivers, his fingers teasing me before he stick one of them in slowly pumping. After a few seconds a second one, scissoring me. Al that while he tries to keep me down with the other hand. "Oh god,.... yes, there, Im gonna ..." My body going wild. He looks up his eyes almost black now. "Yes darling, come for me, scream for me." He contineus to suck and pump harder, bringing me screaming over the edge. Taking me out for a minute, while coming down from my high. When I come by he lays besides me, his arms snaked protectively around me. "Hi there sweetheart, are you ok?" He says with a smirk on his face. I nod while laughing.

"I didn't know wolves were that good in bed?" He laughs, as he puts a hair out of your face. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet darling. I bet they didn't teach you about that at hogwarts." I giggle and shak my head. "No, they don't Alpha." He smiles triumphantly. "Let's get you home. We will take care of me another time." I shake my head. "No no, I want a taste to" Fenrir laughs heartily. "Ofcourse you do... Go on, put your beautifull lips around it." I crawl on top of him, taking his pants off, his big cock jumping up. I take lick from the base to the top a few times before taking him in my mouth. Sucking the tip and then going down and up. Everytime a little lower to see how much I can take. No way that I can take that fully. So i take my hands jerking the last bit of while i suck en draw circles with my toungue, going up and down, faster and faster everytime. I see him growling and feel his cock thickening and before I know it. He growls and howls coming in my mouth. I hear my name falling softly over his lips when I swallow en suck the last bit out. As I look up, he looks relaxed, with a smile on his face. He pulls me back up, kissing me on the forehead. "Mmm...What a good girl you are. Let's get dressed and get you home sweetheart. You'll need your strenght for the upcoming days." He says with a grin on his face.

This is the end of the story for now. I’m really curious what you all think of it. Please let me know what you think. Would you like new chapters?

[dr-jem-nutcase]

MvA: The M Files, take-a-peek, pt. 5

Chapter 6:

Dr C's origin story video was a 20-second one-take recording of his accident, so there's little to no room for any deviation from the movie. Still, may this NOT disappoint

Gotta love alliterations but carnage means "widespread murder". And I don't think this sort of kids' book would be willing to show a bloodbath

I just realized, where are the stairs leading to those massive doors?

A pin-up in the audience, wth? Even the guy to her left is saying the same thing

Genetic teleportation device. Makes sense cuz teleportation was the topic of scientific research & experimentation in both Fly movies but this time the bug mutation is intentional. The video game only talks about the genetic part: recombinant DNA (fact: this term wasn't coined until the 70s, so Dr C was ahead of his time). Thanks, M Files, for a better elaboration beyond just a scientific machine

Is it just me or have the illustrators eventually said, "heck with it! let's just get this done & over with!" and got lazy? Taking a look at the last two chapters/the last post, I'm beginning to wonder

Ok, we get a better visual of Dr C's hairstyle. I put this pic in a grayscale filter and his hair in the movie was definitely darker than this ash brown-blond color (I like to think it's dark brown)

That shirt & tie. So much for that turtleneck. But from what I've gathered, the illustrators for a number of kids' books about the movie were given art references (besides the concept art) from DW months before the movie came out. Dr C's swap from the tie to the turtleneck didn't happen until later in the making of the movie; pretty much all the concept art of him show a shirt & tie. I don't know about you but I wanna see that reference art, every piece of it! As a fan of this glorious franchise, may my prayers be answered!

Whozits. Lol

Srsly? Portable phones, or phones that didn't require a cord, were a thing of dreams in the 60s. And what kind of haircut are you guaranteed? A trim? A buzz cut? And chocolate tastes AWFUL after you brush your teeth, and the average adult doesn't drink hot chocolate on a regular basis. It's coffee, if anything. Or even more realistic in the early 60s: a phone that lights a cigarette. You ever watch mid-century period dramas like Mad Men or Call The Midwife? Every other person smoked back then--anytime, anywhere! But this is a kids' book, again. Smoking/tobacco use is nowadays a reason for something not to be rated G. Istg, my inner historian has been doubled over & screaming in pain since this chapter began! Ok, enough whining

The fat guy's constant *ahem* cracks me up tho

Was this presentations of scientific discoveries or a glorified science fair? Dr C had discovery in mind while the fat guy had fair in mind. Imo, that genetic teleportation device was way more practical than a phone with hygiene & hot chocolate powers, not just super scientific

Unsurprisingly, Doc had his own fanbase on a university campus

Say "they called me crazy but I'll show them" without saying "they called me crazy but I'll show them"

Ok, is it just me or did the color pallet change on this page?

Didn't think that the machine was red. Also, the shirt is now black

"Whoops! I made a mistake!" "Just keep going, Jim. We've got a deadline."

So, he's just going with it without actually testing it on something else? That IS mad

I wish we saw more of his face in this instead of the back of his head

Dr C foretold Neil Armstrong's famous landing-on-the-moon quote

O...m...g. You can tell the illustrators had the hardest (or laziest) time with this chapter. I can barely look

A PhD in dance, mind you. A PhD in anything doesn't make you a faultless god

Oh! And go back inside if you want peace & quiet. And if you must, lock the door

Now both the tie and shirt is a different color

Reclining in the trash can, lol

I'm honestly the university campus hasn't been entirely vacated at this point

Welp, if climate change doesn't work, we know where to go...wait this was the 60s. Never mind

So, you've got a washing machine, an oil barrel, two tires, a traffic cone, maybe a bike chain and...what else?

That day, the middle of September 1962, a distinguishable sound that would haunt a secret prison facility for generations to come was born. This lines up with my h/c that being partially human mentally on top of the trauma of the accident brought on some amount of insanity

That tie must be magic. It changed colors again

Omg! Just call that slipper out for what it is!

"Hey, Jim? What's that shoe thing people wear in the morning?" "I forget. In this panel, it's in a junkyard, so just call it an 'ugh'."

In the movie... "Ooh! An old ugh...I mean, slipper!"

That is one heck of a net for that tiny fishing pole

The antennae sticking out of the net

Ooh, Monger's a major now, but how'd he know about Dr C?

But srsly. Is this chapter perfect? No. But I like it for giving "human" Dr C a bit more time than just a 10-second camera footage of a hottie in a lab coat getting into a giant cylinder. I don't know about anyone else, but it gives me more of a comprehension that Dr C's a human being with a cockroach head and tendencies, not just a strange anthropomorphic bug person

Epilogue

The End! Oh, wait!

So the jetpack has a flamethrower? Hot dang...literally

Link lifting a weight with his tail, lol

Blue-eyed Dr C with a gold tie pulling out...what is that? A bra? The illustrators must hate his guts

Poor private Grime. And what are the monsters supposed to do with potatoes? I think B.O.B. & maybe Insecto are the only ones who would eat potatoes, and Dr C might try potato battery experiments. But why so many? Did Monger stop by local gleaners or a food bank/pantry? Was this a donation of charity? Did he accidentally go over the top with potato crops at his farm? I don't get it! But quoting Samwise Gamgee, "Po-Tay-Toes! Boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew!" There's probably a thousand and one things you could make with potatoes. Like vodka--oh, wait! Kids' book

Grime must've been like one soldier online who said he could cook minute-rice in 58 seconds. Still, I feel bad for the guy. Do you know how hard peeling potatoes can be on your hands after a while? Ow, ow, owie...

Overall, not a bad book. Disappointing every now and then, but hey! Kids' book. It was kinda expected. The watered-down, non-violent breakaways from the movie had its ups and downs. Like providing some explanation of details of the origin stories in the movie, like why the tomato and dessert topping. Or the idea that luring a monster into a trap is the ultimate way to capture one, MUCH more scaled out and less violent than fighting them until you get the upper hand and force them into submission and/or tranquilizing them, like tranquilizing Susan and then tying her down when she became too drowsy to fight and eventually consciousness in the movie instead of luring her into a trap (like, how would you lure a confused, scared 50-foot bride into a trap when all she can think of was her fiance's safety and why people were wrapping a rope around her arm?). If you thought this book was a disappointment through and through, I read the graphic novelization, and it is a bigger disappointment than anything in this book. More watered down, the illustration was terrible, and some of the rewritten scenes didn't add up with the events of the movie, like wth. I think I threw it out

I hope you enjoyed this take-a-peek series as much as I did. And maybe I can share the second half of the entire book, a story called Brain Pain, a silly entertaining story about the four monsters (BOB, Dr C, Link, & Insecto) in the facility some time before Susan showed up. Maybe :)

Again, none of this belongs to me, as much as I wish it did

[lewis-winters]

do we think that lew would ever cry in front of dick (i'm thinking of during the war but like whenever) or vice versa?

idk if they even know... how to? more under the cut.

ok, I'm joking, they know how to, obviously, but this is midcentury america and if even now, in the 21st century, we look down upon boys, men, and masc presenting folk crying, then what more way back when, right? but also, hypermasculine spaces like the military are just... fucking confusing, man, like. the amount of tenderness you might find in an institution that promotes so many toxic ideals of masculinity? trauma bonding is a powerful, powerful thing.

and then if you want this to be canon winnix, add to it a layer of the both of them being queer men (of varying experiences), then you have a recipe for... idk. something very fucking complicated, that's for sure.

and then add to that who they are as people? nix's reaction to trauma is to drink and make jokes. his reaction to genuine happiness is to smile and laugh then hide that earnestness behind sarcasm. dick's reaction to trauma is throwing himself into work and disassociating when it all gets too much. his reaction to happiness is also to smile and laugh and savor it a little in peace and quiet. crying isn't really the first reaction they reach for to express themselves, ya know? not to say that they never will i just have to say that. um. it'll take A LOT to get them to do it.

so my final answer to this would be. uh. sure? but only in very VERY special circumstances and it has to be convincing. i have to go "yeah man, that makes sense, [dick/nix] cares enough about what's going on/is affected enough by this VERY SPECIFIC situation that they'd be moved to tears and it doesn't feel out of character at all" and anything other than that i'll be like "hmmmm feels a little bit off"

WHAT that very specific situation is, tho, i cannot tell you. sorry. my brain is not brain-ing and im indecisive.

[broodyjoey]

Fucking gonna off myself living in this dang house I can't fucking be arsed with this shit

I hate existing because of this place, I wish I could be as lucky as my other friends who have found themselves some place else to be,

my friend who got punched and choked by her abusive mother, she got herself a rich boyfriend and she stays in his house and her elder brother's new house when her bf does long work trips, my other friend's mother finally came to retrieve her from her abusive father and she stays in a big house now.

Only me and one of my close friends have to stay in an abusive house with no way out, he has someone to hold on to tho. He has a lover in the west.

I have abusive ex's (1 went to jail) and have to stay in an abusive home.

Justice? Wtf is that? Dunno, might be a mythical creature.

I don't think I'll ever see the light in the end of this dark tunnel anymore. I'm giving up, I've gotten hope and given up so many fucking times... I can't count it anymore.

No matter, I feel numb now.

Numbingly sad.

So not totally numb yet. I'm thinking maybe I should smoke or sniff something... But maybe not, I have a addictive personality.

I wish I had a partner that wouldn't sexually assault and/or physically assault me. I fantasize and dream that I can stay there and live a happy life, having a place to put my belongings.

Or my partner has a relative where there's a safe place I can stay in the guest room, have my own room, do my own thing, have privacy for the first time in my life.

I can't even be in the toilet in peace in this current shit place, in my fantasies I can be in solitude in "my" room. A room of my own to stay in.

No more pain, no more sudden attacks, no more disturbance in the toilets. No more throwing my clothes just to make way for a fucking hoarder that doesn't even wear those fucking clothes.

I can do what I've wanted, too long too afraid of being caught doing something I wanted to do. I don't even have my own personality because having my own thoughts means getting punished. Because it goes against what my narc mom wants.

Always have to be the quiet punching bag, mustn't make a sound when they lack money or they'll hurt you.

Life not worth living, just like walking around in hell.

I'm scolded for eating too. They don't care that I starve and ache.

I just want to be loved safely in a person's arms. So lucky are my friends and sister that they have a nice partner that has space for them in their home.

Me? I'm just suffering with no hope. In this shit house, shit trauma from exs, in this shit life, got SA'd before I even got my 1st bf/gf, 1st bf only wanted me because I could replace his favorite gf, my life has been nothing but in vain.

In my religion, material goods are vices and you should let go of these. Well, without material, I would have jumped off the roof. It's because of all the merch I bought, so I stay and fight. Because of the mobile games I play, bcs of the dress I want, bcs of the food I want.

That's why I'm still alive, and I save up for it so I have a goal to live for these. Without material, I would've died long ago.

Maybe the real escape to this hell and purgatory is death? I dunno if this life is real or this is just a shit simulation on how fast can I escape this. Sick fuck created an escape room and called it life. Maybe that's what this shit existence is...

At this point, I'm so mentally ill from so much pain, that I need to come up with theories to cope with the pain. Because if this is all there is to existing, then why am I made to go through all this?

Why am I a guinea pig in the emotional distress and physical abuse tolerance experiment and why am I put into the group where all the bad things happen?

This is secretly the bad place like in the show "the good place" right?

[neoplatinum]

I ended up not making ice cream cuz we didn't have enough cream so I'll get some tomorrow and make it 🤭

Tbh the middle ages have a lot of gay undertones because it was then that the term "sodomy" was somewhat solidified as a "bad homossexual" kind of term because of homosocial relationships. I'm actually doing an essay about that (it has to be 1k words minimum and it's gotta be done in person at class, I'm doing it now so that I can kind of outline the structure and how I'll do it then)

I'm reading "all the lovers in the night" by mieko kawakami cuz I rly like her books and they give off very quiet vibes. Like, the last one I read of hers (heaven) was a really calming read even tho the subject of it was actually dark and the characters were going through a lot of trauma. In this one, the main character is very very isolated and (spoilers kinda?) doesn't know how to deal with it so she turns to alcohol. But the way it's written, imo, doesn't transpire despair or anything like it. I rly like her books, they're all so deep and full of meaning. Love them a lot. I'm still only on 40% tho, but I'll finish it by tonight since it's only 170-200 pages I think? So it's kind of a short read. My explanation might be a bit confusing but yeah😭

Anyway looks I hope you had a good day, I'm going to try and finish the book and then I might go to bed😋

Also have you had any ideas about future works?

-🦥

get some ice cream pookie!!

see that's what im saying, everyone has fruity tendencies, even in the middle ages. good luck on your essay btw!!

oh okay!! and honestly that's quite beautiful, the ability to make even tragedies seem more emotional and peaceful, that's amazing. let me know how that book goes!!

and yes i had a good day, a busy one. i also hope you had a good day, but goodnight! sleep well <33

errr ideas ideas! yeah i do, as for the execution......yeahhhhhhh might be a little while before i figure out my next piece....

[bloom-ribbon22]

(reblogging this because I don't think I ever reblogged a post before, also because there's a number of text limit with the messages so I gotta rely on with reblogs) Alright after reading, I totally agree with this post so much because it actually opened my eyes, no seriously, it did..and now I'm gonna get this off of my chest

Reading this, I feel really guilty that I'm one of the people that kinda gives too much love to the villains of this show, D-Structs and Skrap-itt especially

I really love Skrap-itt and this is mostly because I relate to him on a, like, personal level but I would be lying if I said Skrap-itt is.. let's just say... "a good guy who's just too stupid to realise what he's doing is wrong"

He did a few bad things as well, I guess the reason why some people(myself included..) keep forgetting he's a bad guy too is because he suffers a lot throughout the show, most characters that are often treated as a punching bag/suffers so much are often liked and sympathised by a lot of fandoms

This is going to sound pretty weird but he's sort of like Squidward, he's often being thrown around here and there and has a terrible boss the difference is that Squidward isn't like, fully evil(he does show his more nicer side but only in the earlier seasons..he doesn't seem to have it anymore in the newer ones but I haven't watched the modern seasons in a while so I'm not entirely sure) he's just a guy who wants to be left alone with peace and quiet so it's mainly the reason why everyone really loves him to the point they relate to him too, the two also always suffers a lot from their boss's treatment and their own life as well which is another thing that makes them relatable

and another reason is probably this: while Skrap-itt is evil, some people don't see him as the same level of evil as D-Structs is, because D-Structs is often seen as way more evil and done a lot more awful stuff than Skrap-itt did

the only time I could think of Skrap-itt doing something bad is that my guy tried to scrap a few other trux(Ty, Ton-Ton, other characters and I guess D-Structs too..) and another moment where I could think of him almost successfully taking them down was the episode where Skrap-itt got smart, but after he turns back to his original self he can't remember it anymore so I dunno if it counts, but honestly that's pretty much it, tho He and his intelligence are literally the size of a pebble so not many views him as threatening and also, Skrap-itt is FULLY AWARE of what he's doing and I don't think he regrets any of it (at least to me..) and besides, taking someone apart is obviously not nice so yeah, he's AIN'T innocent, he's a BAD boi.

Next up D-Structs, oh boy..where do I even begin? I will admit, remember that "D-Structs getting a redemption arc AU thingy" post on my old account? I'm gonna scrap(haha) that fanfic lol because looking back at it right now, D-Structs doesn't really deserve it(even if it's just going to be a silly scrapped au of mine) and also I regret making that ending on my fanfic that I posted here because again, he doesn't deserve it cuz like he doesn't show many redeeming qualities and the only genuinely good or at least decent thing he did was putting Skrap-itt on his tread but that's about it, the treatment he gets from the fandom is quite similar, they sympathise with him and often see him as a guy who does bad things because he was hurt by D-Stroy, probably because of the scene where D-Stroy said "you've always been weak" or some shit idk(and also he does mock D-Structs most of the time in the show), so you could say that it is, or at least, *implied* to be true that D-Structs has an awful experience with the guy

But I am going to be really honest and I'll probably get shred to pieces for this but, I honestly don't see D-Structs as a "poor dude who got hurt by his bro" at least not anymore and same thing goes to D-Stroy

Because NOW I see BOTH of them are sorta awful to eachother in their own way and they just see of themselves as the victim in their own perspective, your own sibling leaving you to possibly die under a rubble TWICE is shitty but being a total asshole to your brother is also shitty, tho I will admit, first one feels a bit..way crappier because imagine helping your brother get rid of the T-Trux he despises the most and his build-it-up bunch too(even tho in the final episode, the two were about to get their asses kicked) and your brother pays you by leaving you behind again...BUUUUUUT! we, well specifically *I* don't know much about the two's history with eachother and it was never told if one of them does actually care for eachother(uhh mostly D-Stroy) so I'm not entirely sure if D-Stroy deserves D-Structs abandoning him or nah...and I'm not sure if D-Structs was also a huge asshole to his brother too(well there were times where D-Structs was the one sassing his brother back) or most importantly if they did, at least, used to care for eachother or if they were already evil in the first place(tho, having names like that would *probably* imply the second statement..) so uhh I could be wrong with my little opinion on them..

So final part, I guess it's okay to like a villain without supporting/justifying their actions, painting them as innocent or trying to make up an excuse for them, however I honestly don't really mind people still picturing them like that or making fanfics/AUs having a sad backstory of why they were villains or give them a redemption arc or some stuff idk because I, well at least try not to think about these kind of stuff so what I'm trying to say is uhhhhhh you know what? If it makes you comfortable or you're at least cool with it if not many agrees with it then...you just do you.... ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠˘⁠_⁠˘⁠)⁠┌

(sorry if this was so long, really wanted to get this off of my chest..and I apologize if there was too much "probably", "I guessing", and "at least"ing here and there..)

I never understood why people try so hard to justify the actions of villains, not only in Dinotrux, in many series or movies.

It's like, gurl, liking a character a lot is no reason to make him look like a strawberry shortcake, he's mean and cruel.

I love Skrap-it, but I would never justify the actions he does and the damage he does, I wouldn't want to be friends with someone like that.

Facts, not opinions

[haneulseukai]

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭?

CM and you, sharing a dance under the moonlight? Yes.

Okay but which cm tho

- camilo x gn!reader || carlos x gn!reader

- 18+ please dni!

- stupid camilo carlos twin brainrot took over, carlos is a menance to society (affectionate)

↳ Read part 2 here!

"Pleaseeee can't you come to the casita for the celebration? Come on! It'll be fun!" Camilo clasps his hands together and did his best puppy eyes to convince you to attend the celebration his family holding tomorrow night at La Casita.

Now now, as much as you like camilo, there is no way you're going to a celebration where a crowd of people dance to loud music and having the potential possibility of getting blinded by flashy lights. Sure it's fun but, yeah...? No, immediate no for you.

"Nope, I gotta pass Cami, I need to finish this recent book I just bought"

"Just gooooo" he whines, shaking you by the shoulders, his touch lingering "I'll stay with you the whole night, I promise and if you were to feel uncomfortable, I shall escort you right out of there!"

You paused for a moment to consider, the offer was indeed tempting. Not only were you able to stick with Camilo the whole night, you won't look like an absolute moron standing in the corner alone.

You sighed in defeat "Fine"

"YESSSS You won't regret it I swear" he lifts a hand up as a sign of 'I won't ditch you i swear'.

'I regret every decision I have made that made me come here'

You stepped into La Casita, the floor was covered with people dancing to rhythmic music. The lights brightly lit and it showcases the people dancing with happiness in their eyes and smiles. You have to admit it seemed fun but it still felt too much for you. You quickly head over to the kitchen where hopefully it is a lot quieter.

To your demise, the kitchen was loud and busy, Julieta was making snacks as the last batch ran out, Mirabel was seen arranging the snacks to their assorted bowls and even Camilo was there.

"Seriously, Cami" you raised an eyebrow at the chameleon with an arepas in his hand, biting into it before answering you.

"what, i was hungry" he shrugs as he munch on the snack he had snatched.

After the arepas had disperse into his mouth, he washed his hands and wiped it off on a towel before grabbing your wrist and dragged you back outside the kitchen.

"mami is having fun dancing" he points towards Pepa who's happily dancing with Félix "you should dance too" he turned towards you and smiled.

You couldn't tell if he was hinting you should ask him for a dance or he was simply inviting you right then and there. You decided to take your chances and ask him for a dance until a boy your age approached Camilo.

"Hola Camilo" he nods towards you as an apology for interrupting their conversation "Can I talk with you for a moment? I need you to help me with something"

"sure" Camilo answered the boy and gave you an apologetic smile as he followed the boy 'We'll talk later' he mouthed to them.

Helpless, you just nodded and decided to stand and watch the others dance instead.

'So much for I'll stay with you the whole night I promise'

You got bored pretty quickly and went to the back door of the casita.

The backdoor of the casita leads to a forest, being familiar with the place, you knew exactly where to go to reach your private hideout. You head straight into the forest until you emerge into a small hidden area.

The area was quiet and peaceful, perfect for you to do whatever you wish and like without any interruption nor an audience.

Upon arriving however, you halted at the sight of a familiar silhouette. It was sitting under a tree that's shielding it from the moonlight.

'Camilo?' you thought to yourself, although it's seemingly impossible for it to be Camilo.

The silhouette felt dark and mischievous but not Camilo mischievous, even if the curls are the same way, the ruana worn was evident and red, definitely not yellow like the chameleon you liked.

"Done staring?" the silhouette spoke and turned it's head towards you and raised an eyebrow "y/n, huh, thought you'd be with my older brother. He's always clinging over you and talks about you, it's annoying"

You flinched when you realised it was Camilo's younger brother, Carlos also known as the bigger troublemaker of the two. The moonlight finally revealing his face.

You shook your head to collect yourself "I- i uh he- I needed a break, the music made my ears burst and the crowd made me feel trapped" you replied as you approach Carlos "Can I join you?"

Carlos looked up to you indifferently and grinned "Ew no" he chuckled mockingly "This is my hideout, I'm kicking you out of here"

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms "I found this place when I was younger and never a single time I ever saw you here" you retorted, offended by his accusation.

"Chill I was joking" he pats the space beside him "Knock yourself out"

You smiled at his response and sat beside him. A little distance between you and Carlos, not to invade his personal space. The both of them continued to watch the moon glowing as it's gate of stars dances.

"Why do you like my brother anyway, he's so loud and annoying" the boy asked, his attention still on the moon "like sure, he's friendly and all but what makes him sooo likeable. His jokes are horrible! Was it his looks? We basically have each other's faces yet here i am" he throws his hand a little sarcastically.

Your face has a tint of red when you realised Carlos was aware of your liking towards Camilo. "I do not-"

"Seriously, your eyes literally went brighter whenever you see him"

You sighed, unable to deny him. You wanted to answer his question and you would. You wanted to mention how caring Camilo was and how he took care of you despite his schedule. The way his freckles are evident everytime you see him, thinking about how much his past life's lover loved him so much to give him so many freckles. How much you badly wanted to be the one who adds more.

You kept quiet instead, the more you thought about your answer the more you realised how often Carlos had been in his brother's shadow.

"You're great too you know" you elbowed him gently "despite being a menance to the town's people with your pranks, you don't seem like a bad guy"

Carlos rolled his eyes and snickered "As if. You're calling me a good guy..?"

"I've seen the way you tried to take care of your family in your own way is all I'm saying. Well except for Camilo sometimes"

Carlos stayed quiet, the silence in the air made you feel afraid that you have said something offensive or wrong. A flash of 'why would he be offended at a compliment' appeard in your mind as another thought replied to it 'what if he thinks im looking down on him?'

After a while of silence, you decided you should say something

"I-"

"Get up" Carlos cutted you off as he got up from the patch of grass. He turned towards you and held out his hand "We should dance"

To say you were surprised at his invitation was an understatement. You felt heat creeping up your neck and cheeks when you grabbed his hand to accept the dance. A giddy smile threatening to show made you bit the inside of your cheek as Carlos pulled you up.

"Better to dance than just sulk around, right?" he pulled you closer to him, his eyes looking deep into yours as he held your hand and guided your other hand to his shoulder before grabbing your waist. You blushed under his touch, silently hoping the moon doesnt light your reaction.

A comfortable silence fell between them as they waltz across the grass to the slight wave of music coming from the casita. It was a greaceful slow dance with the moon -and a few stumbles here and there, it isnt a flat ground, cut them some slacks-. Even so, you wouldn't dare to look up into his eyes but you could tell he's staring at you, almost as if he could see right through your anatomy.

"So, have you been watching me for a while?" Carlos asked, the teasing tone in his voice convinced you that he has a smirk slapped on his face.

You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow "tch- why would i be looking at you Carlos Madrigal?"

He snickered at your response "You didn't answer my question. Why? Do you like me?" He grinned "I thought you liked Camilo"

The grip you had on his hand tightened subconsciously as you felt your cheeks went up in flames. You weren't sure if it was because of Carlos mentioning your 'crush' or the sick possibility of liking him.

"Likely story, that's a heavy accusation"

"Right" he pursed his lips and dipped, supporting your shoulder to avoid dropping you "How would you know I care for my family? Doesn't everyone think I don't give a crap about anything?"

The sudden move surprised you "Carlos, I literally saw you in your 'ready for battle' stance when someone made fun of Mirabel, woah-"

He pulled you back up "Keep going"

"Um- I saw you bringing a towel for Tia Pepa after she let out how upset she was. I thought that was sweet of you. Although your most memorable act was probably when you sneaked empanadas and arepas con queso under your ruana when Camilo was upset" you chuckled at the scene you had witnessed a few months back "you're really not as bad as you think Carlos"

He stopped leading the dance; gazing down at the grass as his feet played around with it, slowly grazing them back and forth.

You looked at him worried, you lifted your hand that was on his shoulder and reached for his cheek "Carlos?" You felt warmth under your hand and if the heat ever increased, you might even get burnt.

Carlos leaned into your touch, his hand that was grabbing your waist was now gently on the hand you had on his cheek.

"Muñeca" he wrapped his arms around your waist with his other hand and pulled you in "I would say that you're in love with me"

You swore you could hear him chuckled as your heartbeat accelerated. If you weren't already red when he used a pet name on you then you must be burning as of now. Your hand on his cheek loosened but he insisted on making it stay in place.

He leaned in closer to your ear and whispered "Kidding" you could definitely hear him smile as he said that, your heart once again leaping out of your chest and you're sure he could definitely hear it.

Carlos gave a gentle kiss on your cheek before pulling back and lets go of you. Smiling as he watches you struggle to recover from what just happened.

"Bye princesa/principe~, thanks for cheering me up" he starts walking away from you, although he lowered his voice at the last part

"Carlos!" You called out which made him stopped and turned around as you stomped over to him and pulled him closer by the collar. "You're not getting away with this"

He grinned "What, you want to bet on it?"

With a rush of sudden confidence, you softly kissed the beauty mark under his lower lip "That's revenge. Let's not make this our last waltz gatito" you smirked at him before running pass by him to the casita, hiding your face as you screamed internally and asking yourself 'why did you do that'.

Carlos still stood where he was when you ran, poking his beauty mark as he was left flustered and too stunned to even move.

It was safe to say that the moon was happy that night and however cold he may seem, the moon will always have a warmer side.

I will never be free.

Also I just like the idea of Carlos and the reader with Last Waltz in the background??? LIKE THE LYRICS THE MELODY?

Another thing! When Carlos said that Camilo would cling onto the reader and talk about them too much, he was actually talking about himself but refused to admit it!

So.... I think you guys forgot Cami right about now, no? Oh well I planned on having this end on a bad note with Camilo clenching his fists saying 'its on' over the reader or have him bitterly accept he was too late OR on a good note where him and Dolores high fives because they were purposely setting the both of them up. I decided to just let your imagination go wild, have your own ending!

ᵗᵃᵍˡⁱˢᵗ: @goddesslilithmoriarty ⁽ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉⁿˢᵃᵗᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ᴵ ʰᵃᵈ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒˡᵒᵘʳˢ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ʷᵉᵈᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵃʸ⁾ @joleneswriting (hope you dont mind me tagging)

[1111jenx]

Do you really think that virgo risings look seductive and foxy 💅

Absolutely 100%!

Not only that I also think they're the most underrated besides Aquarius Rising😭 People really think Mercury children can be plain or look like "aliens"💀 (I have heard SO MANY PEOPLE said this!! maybe its me but i dont see it guys). Let's do Virgo Rising some justice shall we:)

Virgo Rising/ Mercury in aspects to ASC

first thing first, they literally look like dolls. (esp the women omg)Think expressive eyes, pointy/slimmer and long noses and curvy lips ( not necessarily thick but more like the shape ). even people with more melanin can look a bit paler naturally!!

so many people are gonna come for my neck but i'm a simp for mercury people so i'll say it: they look GORGEOUS without makeup. not in a taurus rising way but wayyyy more delicate?!🤣 baby face without makeup though HAHAHA

these natives usually are CRAZY about their own health as they're prone to a lot of random or some distinctive allergy/diseases or nutrition issues and their health are not necessarily the best if not well aspected or there are no other placements to cancel out(6H Aquarius)

smartass. no they really are. as a kid, they probably traveled a lot or had access to a lot of knowledge about the world and different cultures! grow up reading books or knowing a lot of random fun facts🌸 (Sagittarius 4H)

believe in knowledge is power, ALWAYS learning smth new or interesting🖤

poker face. they have this worse than ANY other earth rising. saturn rising looks very "stern" and dry but mercury/virgo rising simply looks so soooo mean💀 yes the rumours are true, these individuals invented resting bitch face. can literally be browsing for tortilla in Walmart and strangers would think they're contemplating on killing someone. (true story)

the funniest thing is after some period of denial most virgo risings are now aware of their RBF and why do i feel like they secretly like it??😃😃

quiet and peaceful aura when they're not talking. HOWEVER the peaceful part may only come out when they know you well. if not most of the time they're just quiet and a bit anxious (mercury effect) will try to cover this up by putting on their RBF again🤣

kindhearted. mom friend of the group. even if they have the most underdeveloped, stereotypically "childish" or "immature" placements, their virgo rising will always take over. my friend whos a sagittarius sun/moon(yes, she's doing okay dont worry💀) but she has virgo as her rising sign!! would always complain on and on and get super mad at us about how annoying we are when we're drunk and passed out on the floor, but would ALWAYS give us water, take off our makeup, (magically) change us into our pajamas( she even color-coordinate them) and would set a timer every 10 minutes to go back and make sure we didn't choke on our own puke💀💀

random waves of sadness when they're by themselves. identity crisis as bad as saturn but not as career centered but rather about literally everything. as a child the environment they grew up in could have lack a lot of structure or had wayyy too much rules they had to follow, they feel as if they always have to stick to a certain way of life to stay sane🥺

not rly the type to say it but they'd rather show you.

observant in terms of people. their understanding of human minds are kinda scary tbh😀💀 could have been sooo into psychology

attentive. you'd be surprised. they remember everything you said to them. the good AND the bad. don't be shocked when they pull up with a yellow piñata just because you told them that one time a million years ago that you wanted one. yes they remember. (cancer 11H)

when they're under the influence they become someone else. pArTy animals. will jump on the table and start showing off moves you didn't know they could pull. "go big or go home" mentality when wasted. (leo 12H)

will regret everything the next morning. will act as if they don't care tho🤣

randomly walk down the memory lane for fun: get embarrassed by thinking of that one time they did something embarrassing.

SO SOOO sensitive and sensible. this is probably true to most earth rising! strangely, virgo rising in particular has the power to see through one's words to predict their "real" emotions and intentions.

knows when you're lying. they can smell the guilt in the air 10 minutes before you start to speak. i don't know how they do this, they just do. will start pressing you for answers if they can tell you're being sketchy

tight circle of my friends > a lot of acquaintances

don't get me wrong. they're extremely sociable when needed, are SO good with their words and the way they carry themselves just scream professional!!! 😆

need a lot of independence to work efficiently. probably somewhere they're not able to hear others and too much random noises. they also tend not to stick to one's outdated routine for too long, constantly looking for methods to improve productivity (6H Aquarius)

will judge you for your mess of a life😀😄but will still love&accept you. way more comfortable with emotions than typical earth rising.

ROUNTINES. the type of people who religiously follow a certain routine. for example another friend i know that has virgo rising takes her shower at 8 and then will maker a glass of tea by 9. I feel like she has been repeating the same rountine, exact to the minute for a couple of years now....

in love with the smell of fresh linens, clean sheets, shiny countertops and windows. they may not always be a clean freak but a lot of them find cleaning to be very relaxing?? it's like an emotional outlet for them😭 watch these individuals starting to dust the shelves and mop the floor when they're having some slight in inconvenience in their life as a way to destress HAHHA

may come from a very religious family too!! could have lived apart from their parents when younger! (Sagittarius 4H)

education FIRST. they understand how important their education is and the weight of what a reputable diploma/degree can do to their professional life. may be very traditional when it comes to education. (taurus 9H)

health conscious people. always learning about cool tips to improve their health. the first to get a supplement after doing an extensive research on the product!!

grammar nazi. there i said it don't even fight me on this 😃😃😃

sexually assertive. look like prudes but will fuck your brain out. they like to be on top. SUPER FREAKY SO DAMN DOMINANT AND DEMANDING IN BED LIKE i'm never taking this back. (aries 8H)

even in dating scenarios, they need some kind of established connection before having casual sex with someone. not that they can't get any, they're just super freakin picky(capricorn 5H)

SEXY WITHOUT TRYING. do you know how those movies about "nerds" taking off their glasses and braces and instantly become attractive? y'all Virgo rising don't even have to do all that🤣 their charm is so unique and elegant. SO GOOD WITH WORDS I REPEAT SO SO GOOD WITH WORDS

i have to stress it again. can someone please explain to me what is it about then thats so seductive?? like i'll beg my friends who have virgo rising to let me include their pictures to show y'all what i mean. their beauty is like Scorpio rising's intimidating nature + Cancer rising's angelic aura 🥺

if placed with even more beneficial placements they'll demonstrate a crazy amount of management skills and administrative abilities.

once developed, they make spectacular writers, singers, content managers, literally anything that relate to communication (gemini 10H)

pretty good w their own finance but spend millions on their loved one and on self care. (Libra 2H)!

a need to always look put together. so if you get to see them looking crusty, they love you.

they tend to have this BIG need to nurture, to take care of people. omg did i mention that they may also have to take care of their siblings when they were little?? parents for sure put a lot of pressure on them.

attracted to people who lean more on the loner side, who are "different" in some way, people they can save, people with pure goodness in them but rather not show it, people who are lost (pisces 7H)

i'm sorry but virgo rising, especially with libra/7H influence yall attract so much drama for what. and like since they're nice and HATE conflic, they wouldn't just lose it on you. they'd document everything you said and done, screenshot every message before converting everything into a pdf and transfer it to a cloud file. cross them again and everything will be send to your employers.🥰 one step ahead of you dear. ( i'm not even jk guys i saw sooo many virgo risings do this remind me never to fw them in the future🤣 )

like most earth rising, they're fiercely protective of their friends:) however, virgo rising literally see their friends as their family (cancer 11H) or the family they never had in some way, they would try to show you love by fixing all of your problems.🥺🥺🥺

realistic. yes the idea of running off with your lover to neverland sounds nice but it won't pay this month's bills.

complex relationship with their siblings, very defensive of them too (scorpio 3H)

their dream is to be rich. why you ask? so they can travel and continue to thrive in knowledge. they're actually so adventurous🕊

i notice virgo risings can pull off darker colours. they can wear a wholeass black outfit but would still look good

they just look so clean😭😭😭😭

their sense of humour is so fucked up. like i thought my gemini mercury was sick until i met a virgo rising💀💀 gosh they'd make fun of you and you'd b like wait what😀 and they say it with a dead serious face too sklsks I CANT- (scorpio 3H)

honourable people. when they did something wrong, they carry the guilt with them forever😭 omg come here babies lemme hug yall

THEY LOVE PEOPLE WHO LIVE LIFE WITH NO REGRETS. they think thats the best mentality. but they highkey dislike people who are disloyal, who have literally no boundaries

oh alsoooo boundaries issue🥰 if you're a hugger they'd be speechless and look physically uncomfortable but dont worry they probably aren't use to it HAHAHAH

I wrote this in 8 hours and have not proofread this yet but I'll post it anyways so my virgo rising bestie can see it and respond to me heheheh🤣 have fun reading this guys! lemme know what yall think!

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love,

saint jenx🥀