#genuinely loves taking care of him from day one

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Counterintuitively, Jason trafficking drugs himself, and the way he treats drug dealers in general is actually one of the core reasons I do believe he has a real moral backbone.

In Lost Days we see him mention that he killed his small arms teacher because the smack he was dealing was poisoned. In Nightwing (2016) Annual #2 Jason is particularly violent towards their enemy because he cut his heroin with other substances, leading to his mother's first overdose. In Under the Red Hood, his most important rule is 'no selling to kids', and he is specifically employing people who do sell drugs to adults.

Playing a bit of Headcanon Jazz here - listening to the notes Jason doesn't play as much as the ones he does - It feels really notable to me that dealing drugs is not enough to get on Jason's shit list. On some level Jason thinks it's okay to deal drugs. Even more importantly: Jason doesn't at all imply that drug users are at fault - nor that they need to have the choice to use taken from them 'for their own good'. Heck, I can't remember any instance of him saying that doing drugs is a bad thing.

He has lived with and cared for someone struggling with an addiction that she died to, which would have made it really easy to take him in a 'no leniency, no tolerance, kill all drug dealers and burn all the crack so no one can smoke it' road. Yet that's the opposite of how he's operating.

And I'm putting all that together to get a Jason who firmly believes in harm reduction and that when it comes to drugs, people have a right to risk; they have a right to choose to use. I don't think it's too much further of a stretch to say that he thinks that those who do use should be supported by infrastructure ensuring that their drugs are uncut and properly dosed and that they should have safe places to use and well funded rehab options if they want to quit.

This whole thing is so important to me because it lies completely outside of his emotional conflict of 'I wasn't avenged'; it's proof that there was more to Jason's talk about running Gotham differently than simply killing people.

Factually, there are a huge number of criminal activities that could be used to improve the lives of vulnerable people.

I firmly believe that no government has the right to detain, imprison, deport, et.c. people fleeing violence and persecution in their country of origin. A criminal organization that genuinely had their best interest in mind who could provide access to new identities, jobs, housing, and paperwork for cheap could save and change hundreds of lives. Sex workers, especially survival sex workers who want to quit and move on to a new job, could benefit enormously from protection from the cops, and from landlords kicking them out, and the ability to get criminal charges purged from their records, and lots of other stuff. People who use street drugs need a lot of the same things, as do people who need access to medication but for whatever reason can't get prescriptions the legal way.

This is all stuff that is already a staple of organized crime - they just do it in ways that are insanely abusive and exploitative.

It makes sense that Jason would look at that and think he could make it work! Honestly I'd love to read a comic about him trying! He could be the pinnacle of Be Gay Do Crime! Sadly though, it's very unlikely we ever will, especially because his term as a drug lord was so incredibly short to begin with. Under the Red Hood, a tiny snippet of Robin (1993) and Green Arrow (2001) #69 - #72 is really all we get, and none of those really got into the politics of his organization either.

Tho, there is a tiny snippet we possibly see in Seeing Red, my favorite Jason run ever, and I will take any excuse to talk about it so here we go lol!

This is a comic in which Batman gets some things wrong about Jason, and might be straight up lying to Green Arrow in places too, so I don't think we can take his word for it when he says Jason is driving up the trade. Especially not when Jason hasn't given a single flying fuck about collecting wealth for himself in basically any other appearance ever.

Is he using drugs as a trading good to some capacity? Yes, that's a minor plot point here, however, I think justice is very present in his reasoning. I think Jason is being selective with which shipments he's keeping - testing each and destroying the stuff that's extra dangerous, making sure that what's getting used is as safe as it can be. Plus, he might be reducing the supply so that drug trade can't expand, while considering complete elimination to be flatly undesirable, since it could force users to go cold turkey, something that can be dangerous, or at least very painful.

Now, obviously this is still headcanon territory, we never really see into Jason's head about this specific topic, but I do feel like it's a reasonable way to fill in that gap!

Anyways, this is why I've never felt like Jason's disagreements with Bruce's methods were purely about his own emotional desires. There's too much else surrounding that which he clearly also cares about.

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I need more baby!reader Dean , I adore everything you write 😭

i think... it's about time... i give u guys what u want ( dean flirting with baby )

sam had his hands full with lore clinging to him, just as dean had intended for things to go. see, that was the only reason he'd entertained your bizarre wish of turning his dad's journal into a girl at all. not that he'd admit it to himself or anything, but it was true. sam occupied meant that there were no witnesses to the fact that, very quickly, his entire resolve was crumbling away due to all of the chipping you'd done at it.

you! this girl that was yes, once his car, but now was this full-fledged human being. you, who liked to be pressed entirely to the window as he drove, taking in every sight with your nose against the glass. you, who held a hand over your heart every time you got anxious, and then proceeded to tear him apart in one sentence because of that anxiety. and you, who cried your eyes out after you said something you thought was too mean.

dean was screwed — but he was thinking of it less like a bad thing now and more like something that could, possibly, potentially, be good for him? this was just as new to him as it was to you, considering he'd never had someone be so utterly devoted to him like you were.

you were brushing your teeth at the sink, humming a song to yourself in the process. he loved showing you music. each song became your new favorite. dean didn't know, really, if you liked them because he showed them to you, or you genuinely liked them, and honestly? didn't care. he was never going to deny the fact that, no matter what it was, you were too damn cute, humming along to whatever metallica song came on next in his (absolutely not specially curated) cd collection.

"c'mon, baby, i don't have all day," he grumbles, tapping the tv remote against his thigh to the beat of the song you hummed to. "you said you wanted to watch..."

he trails off, because he knows you really well by now, and knows you'll fill in the blank. which you do, excitedly spitting out the foamy toothpaste in your mouth and all but leaping onto the bed next to him. "the witcher!" you were a little unbearable after learning that you came to existence because of a witch. dean in all of his whipped glory, thought it was as endearing as ever. "put it on! now!"

"i'm tryin'," he laughs, holding the remote over your head as he scrolls through the options on netflix. "hard to focus when you're bouncin' around over there." goddamn, was it. "sit still, will ya?"

all it takes is one ask for you to, expectedly. unexpectedly, you've decided to settle right on his lap. dean was well aware of how snuggly you got at nighttime, but this was a new level to it. he is suddenly extremely focused on the tv screen, and definitely not on your bare legs wrapped around his, or your head nuzzled into his chest. or anything in between. please, god, don't let him focus on anything in between.

"did you know i love you?" his heart skips a beat every time you say it, even though dean is well aware of how you mean it. not like the way he wishes you would, but somehow somewhere in between what he wants and something platonic. the only type of love that you knew was this, and he didn't want to do anything to selfishly divulge you away from your feelings, however convoluted and confusing they were.

dean nods, his free hand coming up to trail his fingers through your hair. "i know." and dean did. you made sure to tell him once a day, which was another new thing for him. "love you too, angel."

he feels the scowl before you even voice your complaints. you were baby. he should call you baby. but something about the phrase, love you too, baby felt entirely too real and serious, and you could handle it, but he couldn't. not like this.

"there you go," you say, and instantly, dean's mouth tilts up in a smile, "trying to name me again."

your head lifts to meet his eyes, and he watches as the scrunchy irritation to your face melts into a warm smile. you always smiled when he did. you were a girl full of so much love, it just spilled out of every place it could. "it's called a nickname," he says, not for the first time, either. very common occurrence because dean cannot for the life of him stop calling you pretty names, "you can call me nicknames too, you know."

"no." you scoot up in his lap, and he has the willpower and strength of a fucking god, because he does not, in fact, whimper like he could have. could have! but didn't. you really should not fucking do that, but you don't know any better. he has to remind himself that you don't know that you sitting in his lap and gliding against him is enough to set his soul on fire.

dean raises an eyebrow up at you as you resettle on his stomach, your knees under his armpits. he sets the remote aside, his hands going to your waist to steady you. to steady you, he tells himself, even though you've never looked more secure in your life. "no? don't even want to try one?"

"you're dean, and i'm baby. that's just how it is and has been." you lean down quickly, and dean actually gasps, stuttering on his breath in his throat, thinking you're going to kiss him. he deflates when instead, you press your forehead to his, nose-to-nose. you don't know better. it's a constant mantra in his head. "you can't go changing it up now."

"you could call me baby."

your minty breath fans across his face, your eyes trailing over every inch of his face. you always look at dean so reverently. no one has ever looked at him the way you do, like there's nothing broken and nothing to fix, just beauty in every crevice.

"i don't want to." the honesty makes him grin, shaking his head in his amusement.

your hands come up to hold his face in between them, your palms flat on his cheeks, the scratch of his late-night stubble tickling against delicate skin of your hands. he knows it tickles, just by how you start to giggle. god help him. "i could call you angel. or sweetheart. or darlin'. i could call you babygirl."

something shifts in your eyes. it's subtle, barely noticeable, but you've got your face against his and he can see everything from here. he traces his fingertips along your ribcage through your shirt — his shirt, actually, but it'd taken up permanent residence on you. "no."

"no?" he echoes again, his head tilting to the side. your grip on his face tilts it right back, and dean can't help but laugh heartily. "don't tell me my pretty baby hates bein' called babygirl."

"stop it." you're blushing. your skin is warm beneath his hands, and all he wants is to reach under your shirt and feel it properly. a reminder to himself that you were real, and not some hyper-realistic delusion he'd been having for weeks.

it's all too easy to tip his chin up, so close to kissing you that his mouth opens and he feels the brush of your lips against his like electricity. "why? you're baby, and you're a girl. what's wrong with that?"

dean hadn't ever riled you up before. sure, he'd pissed you off, he'd endured plenty of verbal lashings from your sharp tongue, but this was new. this was the first indication that you loved him like he wanted you to love him.

"not funny."

"very funny, baby," and then suddenly, it's just as unfunny as you said, because your eyes fall to his mouth, and now he's a bit frozen in place. he bunches up the sides of your shirt beneath his fingers so it's raised enough for him to slip his fingers beneath, the warmth of your skin against his sending shivers down his spine.

you're going to kiss him, he thinks. you won't know what it means, and you definitely aren't going to know what you're doing, but he's already prepared for that. he'll guide you. he'll show you everything, actually, as long as you let him.

it's barely a proper touch of your mouth to his, but it's electric. he leans up to chase more of it, to seal the words into your mouth—

the hotel room door clicks as the lock releases, and dean stutters back with a jolt, his head knocking against the headboard. you turn your head to the door, not even bothering to move even though you really, really should, dean's a fucking wreck and you almost kissed him and—

"oh, come on, dean." sam's irritation is visible when he meets his brother's eyes, shrugging off the coat he was wearing.

dean lifts his shoulders in an exasperated shrug. "we are witching the witcher, sammy."

lore points at the tv screen. "you are not watching anything. you are queued up to watch cocomelon."

dean stretches his neck to look over your shoulder, and his expression flattens. he was fine with lore, he didn't have any qualms against her existence, but he was beginning to regret letting you swindle into creating her.

dean doesn't know if he's thankful or not when you climb off of his lap and go over to lore, already babbling about... god, what did you two even talk about? every time he tried to focus on the two of you together, he instead just zeroed in on you, and everything else went blank.

everything was still blank now. he watches your eyes light up with the weight of your joy, and he can't help but wonder if it meant anything at all, or if it was just a moment that you two had, and nothing more.

once again, all dean could do was hope it was something more.

notes. how many times will dahlia change her format for baby!reader: the people may never know. this came out sm longer than expected PLSSSS I JUST LOVE BABY & DEAN OKAY !!!

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‘T.O.P SECRET

PAIRING: choi seung hyun (T.O.P) x black!reader

SYNOPSIS: hiding a relationship with a popular k-pop idol was hard enough, with paparazzi constantly following and fans obsessed with him. would you be able to deal with it, or crack under pressure?

CONTENT: aggravating fans, negative self talk, fluff so sweet you’ll get a cavity, "mamas" (im sorry guys i love it)

AUTHORS NOTE: the instagram portion is heavily inspired by @rosones‘s “being an actress dating choi seunghyun” fics, pleaseeee go check them out !!!

word count: [1.2k]

EVERYTHING was starting to get to you. Having to be hidden by the man you wanted to marry was exhausting and genuinely taking a toll on your mental. The two of you met 4 years ago, with you being a backup dancer for one of his biggest music videos.

Your sweet personality and captivating look immediately caught his eye. The way you carried yourself made his heart flip, he knew you were the one. After filming was done, he asked you out to dinner and it was wraps from there.

Meeting Seung-hyun was the best thing that happened to you. Well it was, until a year into your relationship. As the days you were together increased, you wanted to show off your boyfriend more. You knew you couldn’t and that ate you alive.

Seeing everyone getting posted and taken out by their boyfriends always put a bad feeling in your stomach, knowing that could never be you. Sometimes you wish that he was a regular guy, that people wouldn’t bombard him with questions everytime he went out and that his fans weren’t bat shit crazy.

You knew how harsh the k-pop industry was, and wanted no part in it. Some idols were getting publicly shamed just for relationship rumors, so what would the people say if they knew you were together for almost half a decade?

It wasn’t his fault, but it affected how you acted towards him. You found yourself getting random attitudes to him—not wanting to talk when he tells you how you can’t go on cute dates, and overall just being cold. One day, in particular, was way worse than usual.

It was the morning of valentine’s day, your 5th together, and you couldn’t shake the sick feeling you had. Everywhere you looked was filled with couples. Your social media, stores, the streets— you couldn’t escape it.

Now you weren’t one to be ungrateful, but having to stay hidden on a day where couples were meant to be shown off made you feel a type of way. You wanted nothing more than to be flaunted by Seung-hyun. This was the man you wanted to marry, and you wanted everyone to know.

Getting out of bed, you saw that he was nowhere in sight. Not in the room, bathroom, living room, or kitchen. Heading back to your shared room, you picked up your phone and went to text Seung-hyun. Surprisingly, though, there was already a message from him.

mybaby💋 • 1m ago

goodmorning princess, come to the guest room. happy valentine’s day ❤️

You were confused by the message, still being dazed by the sleepiness weighing on you. Leaving your shared room, you dragged your feet to the unused guest room, which was all the way on the other side of the house

The both of you had a shared home, which was rather large due to him wanting to have space for his group and occasional parties. You didn’t object, not caring about the size. But it was times like this when you really regretted your decision.

After what felt like an endless walk through the hallways decorated with bright colors and pictures of happy times the both you shared, you finally arrived at the guest room. You sleepily opened the door, and as you stepped inside, you were greeted by a sight that left you speechless.

The room was adorned with an array of crimson red balloons, each hovering slightly above the ground. They wavered slightly from the faint breeze from the windows, their shiny surfaces reflecting the soft, warm light that shone in from the sunrise. Delicate rose petals scattered across the hardwood floor formed a path toward the center of the room.

At the end of the room, there were silver balloons hovering above the lounge couch spelling out 'i love you' in cursive. The way the chords echoed around the room made your heart swell with a mixture of surprise and overwhelming emotion. The whole scene made you want to burst out in tears, you were so lucky to have someone like him in your life.

Seung-hyun stood by the words holding a glittery bouquet of flowers, looking as handsome as ever with a gentle smile that made your insides flutter. “Happy Valentine’s Day love.” he spoke softly, voice almost drowned out by the music.

You could barely speak, nothing coming out but girly giggles and laughs. The effort he put into making this day special flooded your mind with warmth, overtaking your earlier frustrations. Everything about the setup felt so intimate, you could really tell how much time and effort he put into it.

“Seung-hyun, this is… it’s beautiful.” you finally managed to say, eyes watering as you walked into the room. You stepped over the rose petals, feeling a bittersweet twinge of happiness mixed with the indifference of knowing you couldn't show anyone how happy you were.

“I wanted to do something special for you, just for today,” he said, moving toward you to take your hands in his. “You deserve the world. I hate that we have to keep our love a secret, but I want you to know how much you mean to me, especially on days like this.”

Tears gathered at the bottom of your eyes, threatening to spill out.. You knew he cared, you really did, but the guilt of feeling like a secret in his life made it all so complicated. “I just wish…” you started, voice shaky, “I just wish we could be open about us. I want to show everyone how amazing you are, how much I love you.”

He took a step closer, the warmth radiating from him somehow able to calm the emotions raging inside you. “I know baby, but this is how it has to be right now. I promise, one day we can be public about everything. You just have to trust me a little longer.”

Closure seemed so far away. You nodded, wiping at your eyes before flashing him a small smile, not wanting your feelings to overshadow the wonderful effort he’d put into today. “Okay. I trust you.”

“Let’s enjoy the day together, okay? I have a lot planned.” A wide smile spread across his face as he lead you out of the room, leaving you to wonder just what he had in mind.

As the day went on, you went to various places enjoying each others presence. He took you all around town to the most private, romantic spots. You loved when he did this, it showed how much he cared for you, but there was a pit in your stomach that couldn’t seem to go away.

On your anniversary, the day started with the two of you waking up wrapped in each other’s arms, sunlight beaming through the curtains, emphasizing all the intricate details and curves on his face. You couldn't shake the feeling that today would be different, something about it felt special, almost electric.

After making you breakfast, Seung-hyun insisted on keeping the day's plans a surprise. He carefully arranged everything to ensure it would be the happiest day of your life, one you spent all with him. You found yourself growing more excited the more he gave little hints about what was to come.

The first stop was a remote hillside cabin that he rented for the weekend. Burrowed among the trees, the cabin was completely surrounded by nature, giving you the peace and quiet he knew you loved. When you stepped inside, the cabin was filled with soft music, candles adorned the tables, flickering slightly. In the center of the room you were met with your favorite dish on both sides of a small table.

“Welcome to our place, baby” he said, sneaking up behind you to place a kiss on your shoulder "Just us." There was no hiding the smile that grew on your face, you could barely believe how thoughtful he was to create such a romantic setting just for you.

The two of you spent the morning walking through the beautiful trails that spread out through the woods, taking in the vibrant colors of the scattered leaves as they crunched under your feet. Seung-hyun held your hand tightly, occasionally pulling you in to exchange soft kisses, transporting you to world that felt entirely your own.

After the hike, he led you back to the cabin where he had a picnic set up inside, laid out on a beautifully woven blanket. A bottle of chilled wine sat on the cover, alongside an assortment of expensive cheeses, fruits, and pastries. You both settled comfortably on the floor, commenting on the rustic scenery and sharing stories and laughter. The sound of the wind blowing through the trees outside was a soundtrack to the love that surrounded you.

He urged you to put on a dress, a beautiful white one— saying it would make the picnic that more romantic. After a few minutes of going back and forth, you decided to just put it on. You knew how stubborn he was and if it made his enjoy the dinner more, you'd do it regardless.

As the sun slowly lowered in the sky to sink lower in the sky, casting a warm golden shadow through the cabin windows, Seung-hyun suggested to watch your favorite movie. Claiming it would be a good way to end the day, you agreed and settled down to start the film.

Halfway through, though, you noticed Seung-hyun glancing at you more than he was watching the film. His intense gaze sent a rush of warmth through you, and you smiled softly, hoping to encourage him to share whatever was on his mind. Just as the romantic climax of the movie approached, he paused the screen and turned to face you, his expression suddenly serious. “Can we talk for a moment?”

“Of course,” you replied, intrigued and a little anxious about what he was going to say. Pulling away slightly, he sat up and looked deeply into your eyes. “You know how much you mean to me, right?” His tone was somber and genuine, wrapping you in immediate comfort.

“More than anything” you muttered, heart racing.

“Good,” he said, nodding, his gaze unwavering. “Because I’ve been thinking about us, about our future, and how much I want to make it real.” He looked at you with a slight smile on his face, eyes unable to tear from you like a magnetic force locked his gaze onto yours.

Your breath caught in your throat, nervousness creeping to the surface as you anticipated what was coming. “What do you mean?” You could hardly keep the tremor from your voice.

Seung-hyun reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. Your heart began to race even faster, an overwhelming mix of joy and disbelief swirling within you.

“I've never thought about marriage until five years ago when I met you. It’s like you flipped a switch in my brain, and suddenly, all I could think about was wanting to spend the rest of my life with you. I know we've had to keep things a secret, but I'm ready to tell the whole world about you. I want to build a life together, no more hiding or secrets.” he said, his voice calm but warm. “Let’s take this step so we can finally just be… us. Out in the open.”

With trembling hands, he opened the box, revealing a delicate silver ring that sparkled under the candlelight—an intricate design with a single gem at its center. The ring sparkled underneath the lights, losing you in it's beauty. “Will you marry me?”

Tears streamed down your face as a wave of emotions crashed over you. You weren’t just overwhelmed by the proposal, but by the amount of love and commitment in his eyes. You wouldn't have to hide how you felt, you wouldn't be a secret anymore.

“Yes!” you exclaimed, your voice breaking as you nodded fervently. “I'd love to marry you baby”

He slipped the ring onto your finger, and the moment it settled in place, you felt an overwhelming rush of joy. Seung-hyun scooped you into his arms, spinning you around as laughter spilled out of you and echoes off the walls of the cabin. He finally set you down, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the world outside, not the secrets, not the complications. Just the two of you, finally stepping into the light together.

“I love you so much,” he murmured as he pulled you into his arms, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve waited for this day forever.”

“I love you more,” you replied, heart racing, blossoming before you in vibrant colors. You melted against his touch, the future flashing through your mind in a golden glow.

Time seemed irrelevant in that moment as you bathed in the warmth of his touch. Here in your hidden sanctuary, a place created just for the two of you, nothing else mattered. Your love story was just beginning, and you couldn’t wait to write the next chapter together.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you mamas” he whispered, standing up to pull you into his arms.

You buried your face in his shoulder, laughter and tears intertwining in a beautiful melody. In that moment, all the worries and fears faded away. Seung-hyun whipped out his phone and went straight to instagram.

"Can't wait to show u off baby, been waiting for this for years" The typing on his phone intensified as his smile grew wider by the second. You drifted off to sleep in his arms as the soft sound of his fingers tapping against the screen rocked you to a peaceful sleep.

When you finally woke, sunlight beamed through the leaves of the trees surrounding your home, casting playful patterns on the ground. Seung-hyun slept beside you, chest rising up and down with each breath he took. He was so at peace, and it made your heart swell all over again.

There was a constant 'bzzzz' coming from your nightstand, causing you to tiredly snatch your head in the direction of it. For some reason, your phone was blasting with notifications. Opening it, you were met with an instagram post from your very own fiancé.

@.ttt ✓

♫ Daniel Caesar • Blessed

ttt my beautiful fiancé

liked by xxxibgdrgn and others

view comments…

@.seunghyunswifey wait are we so serious rn??

@.5bigbangs chat this is me like fr

@.liyahsarchives she’s so pretty i can’t even hate

@.than0sworlddd I mean she’s okay..

@.daeholuvr okay let’s see ur face then !!

@.iheartkenshin so happy for them omgg

Reading the comments gave you a whirlwind of emotions. While most were supportive and happy for your relationship, there were others that weren’t as joyful. They called you names, degraded you, even wished the worse on your marriage. You knew they were just crazy fans, but it still hit the deepest part in your heart.

Still, you were thankful for this. Being public about your engagement had its prices to pay, and this was just one of them. No matter how bad it gets, no amount of hate would overpower your love for Seung-hyun.

Looking over at him sleeping peacefully in bed, the morning sun radiating off of his face, brought you comfort. As long as you had him, everything would be okay.

[darkpetal16]

(General / Unspecified) Dancetale Wingding Gaster (Waltz) commissioned by @queen-misogi

This man is harder to catch than a fish going up stream with your bare hands! If he’s not at home, he’s at the lab, and if he’s not at the lab. . . He’s at home! He’s become such a rare sighting in the kingdom that some monsters joke that he’s a myth.

Even Alphys has trouble seeing him. She communicates (near) exclusively through computer messages, or second hand messages through his brothers when they visit.

This, of course, makes it pretty hard to meet, let alone befriend this man.

He’s not opposed to socializing, so much as has no interest in it. He loves his work, and sees little reason to force himself to do things he doesn’t enjoy.

If you do manage to catch this man during one of his wow-he’s-actually-outside! moments, and strike up a conversation with him, you’ll find him to be polite and pleasant. He’s entirely mute, and signs to communicate (although he can conjure literal words, he chooses not to 99% of the time as an excuse not to talk to people). If you can sign back, great! If not? He’s smiling and nodding politely as he walks away from you. He’s now waving goodbye—still smiling politely—as he’s getting into the lab and shutting the door in your face.

This changes, of course, if you ask him to dance.

Like all Dancetale monsters (ignoring Sans), this man can’t refuse a dance. Due to his reclusive lifestyle it is exceedingly rare to find a partner—and to have someone actually ask him? Take initiative? He’s beaming. He’s smiling as wide as can be as he’s eagerly gently taking your hand.

He prefers to take the lead when dancing, but he’s willing to be lead if the dance flows better that way. He’s graceful, elegant, and so sweetly gentle with his partner. You don’t even have to be a good dancer—you can have two left feet for all he cares—he’s just so genuinely happy to dance with someone, and he’s got enough talent to guide you through every move.

Asking to dance with him once is enough to earn you plain affection from him—platonic or romantic.

But seeking him out and doing it again? Repeatedly?

He’s swooning.

You’ve got yourself a lifetime dance partner, congratulations.

If you want that partner to stay platonic, fine by him. He’ll be kind of friend who, no matter how long it’s been since the last conversation, your relationship won’t change. While he may not be there for the small things, he’ll always come cheer you on for the important moments.

If you want that partner to turn romantic. . . He’s certainly not opposed, although you’ll have to make the first moves. Romance isn’t on the forefront of this scientist’s mind. He’ll either need you to be direct with him, or have one of his brothers point it out to him.

As soon as he understands, he’s taking extra steps in his day to meet with you. He’s opening doors for you. He’s ordering lunch for both of you. He’s pulling you into his arms for spontaneous dances.

He won’t say it. He won’t sign it. But he’ll show his reciprocation through acts of service, and intentional time away from his work to be with you.

He is not the jealous type. Far, far away from it. He trusts you implicitly unless you give him a clear reason not to—and if that happens, the relationship is over regardless.

He is, however, unintentionally distant.

There will be times where you have to remind him that sunlight is a thing and maybe he shouldn’t sleep at his desk again. He’ll make an earnest effort for you, but breaking years of work habits will take time.

Even his brothers struggle reminding him.

If you ever feel he’s becoming too distant—just tell him. He will never take offense to that as he fully acknowledges it as something he needs to work on.

Like a plant shoved in a corner, this monster just needs someone to shed a little light and love on his life to let him flourish.

One dance could change it all for him.

So. . . Won’t you ask him to dance?

[dr-flipflops]

*Will heading back, when he runs into Kayla a couple meters from his Nico- wait, HIS Nico, ohhhh goooods. Fuck this*

Will*awkwardly*: Hey--- Kayla Kayla*Frowning disapprovingly*: Will Will *small patheticness*: Hi? Kayla *iciness*: Hey. Will *sigh*: yeah, yeah, get on with it. Kayla: *smacks him over the head with a clipboard* Will: Uh- OW Kayla *glaring*: Serves you right, the hell are you doing here??? Will you need to look after yourself too!! Will: BUt Kayla *the queen points up the finger*: Nuh uh William Andrew Solace, nuh uh. I saw you this morning- You got up at the ass-crack of dawn like the rest of us, but instead of chilling out till camp woke up, you got up and started those crazy laps of yours, Will, you're too hard yourself, and I know that you have CRAZY stamina and are tireless but *punctuates each word with a smack of the clipboard*

ALL. YOU. HAVE. EAT-EN. TO-DAY. IS. A. FUCK-ING. BANANA. Will pouts sorely rubbing his head: Hey-! Kayla: No Will. You're literally on your break and looking after Nico di Angelo, and in about 5-8 minutes, you're on roster again. Will, take a damn break you idiot. Will sighs, serious times:sarcastic Kayla, I would love to, course I'd love to have some space alone to myself to let my thoughts consume me about how I lost yet ANOTHER bunch of people close to me. OF COURSE I would LOVE to drag my brain out of constant work and focus to have a moment to think. *laughs, but its a bit demonic and crazed*. I can't Kayla, I can't. Making sure that these people, who rely and trust me to ensure that they DONT FUCKING DIE, is the only thing keeping me from tearing down everything. I need this to consume everything, I NEED this- people NEED ME. All I can do now, is be able to be on the line to look after everyone. So yes Kayla, I will get up every morning to make sure that I can run as fast as I possibly can because every. Second. Counts. Yes, I will skip meals because I do not need them as much as other campers do to make that people eat. To make sure that the daughter of Hebe, Antala over there, has the vitamins she needs to stop her body from falling apart. To make sure that the son of Nike over there, Alex, has a shoulder to cry on, and meals that remind him of his family.

To make sure that Nico feels comfortable to talk to me about his issues despite his obvious feelings of dislike towards me, and that he heals the way he is supposed to, so that he knows that he and everyone else here has someone in their corner, so that he knows he has help. I will spend every minute here and you know it. I will look after patients who need my attention, squeeze out every drop of sleep and energy I have left to make sure that no-one else dies, to prevent more cases like Miles, Jeo, Mike, Phillip, Yash, and so so many more. I will use my breaks to attend to Nico, and you cannot stop me. You know you can't Kayla. Kayla: I understand Will, its like me with my archery, I would do it till my fingers bleed to make sure I would not miss another target, that I would not have another slight fumble result in the death 3. But Will remember- *soft* We need you too.

*Kayla turns away, and Will stands there for a moment, body tensed up, jaw and hand clenched tight, he knows he spilled too much, but he was so, so TIRED, he couldn't bring himself to care much. He forced himself to relax, to turn with a smile on his face. To meet the eyes of Nico who was watching everything without waver and tears. Will whipped around, and walked calmly to Nico as if nothing had happened, a smile, scarily accurate to his genuine one, plastered on*

Hey Neeks, I know I took forever, my apologies, I fear my darling sister was very intent on lecturing me about taking a break *chuckles* but hey, I got the honey! :D

*Flashback to three days in the infirmary, but was the days Nico hates Will and they are not besties*

*Will lays on the infirmary bed, starting blankly at the ceiling above. Damn the thing needs to get repainted. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed Nico stir in the other bed, blinking slowly at also noticing that Will was awake*

*Will doesn't look at him and asked his question quietly*

I know you don't care if I live or die, you've said so yourself, so why'd you do? Why did you stop me from sucking out the poison?

@nico-sees-dead-people

[mediumgayitalian]

“Don’t worry, Kayla. I got him.”

It’s the first thing that registers in a long time. It’s also the only thing that registers a split second before a hand grips his collar and he is dragged, bodily, out of the infirmary, bumping down the stairs like luggage.

“Is that all I am to you?” Will asks, bereft. “Luggage?”

“You’re losing your mind again,” Nico says. “Intervention time.”

“I am — just fine, thank you kindly! I was in the middle of sorting the medicine cabinet by colour and vibe. Let me go.”

“There’s something wrong with you. Mentally.”

“How rude.”

Nico snorts, but does not relinquish his hold. Will gives up squirming and sighs, allowing himself to be dragged.

It’s kind of nice, he supposes. Nico is careful to avoid most of the rocks and the sky is kind of pretty from this angle. Ideally he’d be, like, walking, but dragged along is alright. It’s better than last time. The whole princess carry thing was humiliating and if someone does that to him again he’s channeling the power of the sun and exploding himself and everyone around him.

“That is not an actual power that you have, William.”

“Shows what you know.”

“I’m gonna start calling you Hiroshima.”

“Go for it. Guess who’ll look like the insane one in that scenario?”

Nico laughs, because he thinks Will is funny, even though he will not admit it. Will knows so because that’s how he bagged the camp’s baddest bitch. Twas most certainly not his swordfighting skills or poetry, that is for certain.

(Not that it had stopped him from trying. Honestly, Nico may have agreed to go out with him for the sole intent of stopping the poetry.)

(But he’s stuck now, so there.)

“Here.” Nico deposits him unceremoniously on the floor. Will lands with an exaggerated oof. “Eat something or I’m stuffing you into an onager and launching you to Mars.” He glances up at the sky. “The planet, not the deity.”

“Figured,” Will wheezes, rubbing his shoulder blades. Why must he always land painfully. Why is he punished merely for existing. “What’s this?”

Nico, refusing to answer verbally, spreads his arms. Will uses his working eyeballs to determine ‘this’ is a soft blanket that is 100% stolen directly from the Aphrodite cabin, spread carefully over the grass of the nicest clearing in the woods. ‘This’ is a picnic basket full of what Will assumes is Twizzlers, if Nico loves him.

“Tis not,” Nico promises. “I brought you vegetables and whole grains and all the other bullshit you harp about me eating, you massive hypocrite.”

‘This’, Will notices, ignoring him, is a folded letter with his name on it and a portable radio playing the nearest country station.

Next time you overwork yourself I’m knocking you unconscious and chaining you to your bed for three days, reads the note. Make better choices, you dickbrain.

“Charming,” Will says. He presses the letter to his chest and pretends to swoon. Nico lets him fall and bang his skull on the ground, but Will internalizes the pain and commits to the bit like a real man. “My very own Romeo, taking care of me so well. Oh, my heart, my heart.”

“You are the most annoying person alive.”

“And yet you’re obsessed with me.”

Nico cracks a smile. “Yes,” he admits. “Not quite sure how that one happened.”

Nico looks at him with dark brown eyes and slightly raised brows and it is charming, genuinely, and Will goes a little pink, admittedly, because his smile is crooked and teasing and there is something handsome and a little tiny bit mean about it and maybe Will likes that. A little. And maybe Nico knows that and snickers and mutters get over here, airhead and tugs him until his head is in his lap and sticks his hands in his tangled hair and yeah, Will likes it a little. A lot.

“You know, you’re kind of an alright person,” Will says.

“That was almost a compliment.”

“Mhm. I might even like you.”

“Shocking.”

Will grins. Nico rolls his eyes and leans down to kiss him, biting the tip of his nose on the way down, and there is a coil in Will’s belly and it feels a little like heat and a little like warmth. A little like someone taking care of him.

“I threatened the camp,” Nico says conversationally. “We have the next three point seventeen hours to ourselves, lest I sacrifice three teenagers to Thanatos.”

“Sensible.”

“I thought so.”

“Anyone told you you’re kinda hot when you’re a little evil?”

“Yeah. I hear it a lot, actually.”

“Good, good. Glad you’re aware.”

They look at each other for one point two seconds and burst out laughing, and it is stupid, and it is quiet, and it is a bubble growing and growing in the pit of Will’s chest.

He breathes. He leans a little farther into Nico’s lap, and smile. He grips their hands together.

It’s kinda nice to be got.

———

based on this drawing by @skysmadness

[tinytinyblogs]

Hi, I love your work! Can I request what actions of their beloved can calm down the inner monster yandere!stray kids. For example: hugs, kisses, soft tone of voice, gentle words, etc.

I hope, you have a good day!

P.s. sorry for the mistakes, english is not my native language

Don't worry, darling, I'm staying right here.

Calm yandere!skz down because you're the only one who can handle this.

Hyung line, Maknae line (coming soon)

💬First, I’m sorry for the delay—I’m doing my best in this messy life of mine. Second, your words mean a lot. Thank you for reading, liking my work, and sending a request! I always love new ideas, and I hope this one is okay for you.

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Chan

For Chan, his protective instincts are boundless, a force so powerful that it drives him to do anything—absolutely anything—to keep you safe and by his side. His love is fierce, all-consuming, and at times, overwhelming, especially when his emotions spiral out of control. When he feels threatened, when the thought of someone stealing you away crosses his mind, his protective nature can turn volatile. He might lash out, his actions sharp and intense, as if he’s ready to tear the entire world apart just to keep you close. In those moments, when his emotions are raw and his grip on reality feels tenuous, the key to calming him lies in one simple yet profound gesture: a kiss. That one kiss, filled with reassurance and love, has the power to ground him. It’s a silent promise that you are his, that you belong to him and no one else, and that you feel safe under his protection. For Chan, your trust and dependence are everything. They are the anchors that keep him steady, the reminders that his love is not in vain. When you whisper to him, telling him you trust him to take care of you, his breathing begins to steady, his frantic energy slowly dissipating. As he calms, he’ll gently place his hand on your cheek, his touch tender yet possessive.

His eyes, once blazing with fiery intensity, now soften as they lock onto yours. He gazes at you as if he’s trying to memorize every detail of your face—the curve of your lips, the warmth in your eyes, the way you look at him with such unwavering trust. In that moment, the world around him fades, and all that matters is you. “Right,” he says, his voice low but steady, a quiet declaration of his devotion. “You are mine, no matter what. And I will always protect what’s mine—even if I have to kill for it.” His words are heavy with meaning, a testament to the depth of his love and the lengths he’s willing to go to keep you safe. With that, he pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you as if to shield you from the world. He holds you so close that you can feel the rapid beat of his heart, a rhythm that echoes his fear of losing you. In his embrace, there’s a sense of desperation, a need to keep you anchored to him, as if letting go would mean losing you forever. For Chan, your love is his lifeline, the one thing that keeps him grounded in a world that often feels chaotic and uncertain. And as long as you’re there to remind him that you’re his, that you trust him and need him, he’ll always find his way back to calm, his protective nature tempered by the love you share.

Minho

Surprisingly, when it comes to Minho, the secret to keeping him calm and grounded is simpler than you might think: your undivided attention. On the surface, he may appear cold, distant, and calculating, someone who keeps his emotions tightly locked away. But beneath that stoic exterior lies a man who deeply craves your complete focus and affection. Minho wants to be the only one you care for, the only one who occupies your thoughts. The idea of you directing your attention or care toward others stirs something unsettling within him—a quiet jealousy that he struggles to suppress. He genuinely wants you to be entirely his, and the thought of being ignored or overlooked is something he simply cannot tolerate. To soothe him before his possessive tendencies take over, all you need to do is give him the attention he feels he deserves. Step closer to him, gently caress his cheek, and look into his eyes. Reassure him that he’s the only person who matters to you, the only one who holds your heart. A soft, tender kiss on his forehead can work wonders, melting away his insecurities and reminding him of your unwavering devotion. These small gestures speak volumes to him, calming the storm of emotions he keeps hidden beneath his calm exterior. Another way to ease his restless mind is by cooking for him.

It’s a simple yet meaningful gesture that shows you care, and it brings him a sense of comfort and stability. As you move around the kitchen, you’ll feel his presence behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist in a gentle yet firm embrace. He’ll rest his chin on your shoulder, his breathing steady as he holds you close, silently reminding himself that you’re his and his alone. In those moments, the cold, calculating side of him fades away, replaced by a quiet contentment that only you can bring out. Minho doesn’t need grand gestures or dramatic declarations of love. What he needs is your attention, your affection, and the reassurance that he’s the only one who truly matters to you. As long as he feels that, his inner turmoil settles, and he becomes the calm, devoted partner he longs to be. Your presence, your touch, and your words have the power to transform him, to remind him that he’s loved and valued. And in return, he’ll give you his unwavering loyalty and a love that runs deeper than he’s willing to admit. In those quiet moments, when his arms are wrapped around you and his breathing is steady, you can see the real Minho—the one who loves you fiercely, who needs you more than he’ll ever say. And as long as you’re there to remind him that he’s your everything, he’ll always find his way back to calm, his heart steady and his love unwavering.

Changbin

Hold his hand tightly and reassure him that you’re not going anywhere—physical touch is what Changbin needs most. He’s the type of yandere whose emotions run deep and intense, often overwhelming him to the point where he feels like he’s losing control. His love for you is all-consuming, and with that comes a fear so profound it can send him spiraling. When his emotions take over, when his possessive instincts flare up and he starts to see red, the only thing that can bring him back to reality is your touch. It’s his lifeline, the one thing that grounds him and reminds him that you’re still there, that you’re not leaving. When you take his hand in yours or pull him into a warm, firm hug, you’ll feel him melt almost instantly. His tense shoulders relax, his breathing slows, and the storm inside him begins to quiet. In those moments, his walls come down, and the only voice he hears is yours. The only person he’ll listen to is you. Your touch has a way of soothing the chaos in his mind, of reminding him that he’s not alone, that you’re still his. He clings to you, not just physically but emotionally, as if you’re the only anchor keeping him from drifting into madness. Changbin’s intensity can be overwhelming at times, but it’s also what makes him so deeply devoted.

He loves with everything he has, pouring his heart and soul into the relationship. But that love often comes with a side of fear—fear of losing you, fear of being replaced, fear that one day you’ll wake up and realize he’s not enough. It’s this fear that drives his possessiveness, that makes him hold onto you so tightly. When you hold his hand or hug him close, whispering that you’re not going anywhere, that fear begins to fade. He’ll bury his face in your shoulder, his grip on you loosening just enough to let you know he’s calming down. In those quiet moments, he’s not the possessive, emotional yandere—he’s just Changbin, the one who loves you more than anything, the one who needs you more than he’s willing to admit. Your presence, your touch, and your reassurance are what keep him grounded. They remind him that he’s still the one you choose, the one you care for. And as long as you’re there, as long as you remind him that he’s yours, he’ll stay calm, grounded, and utterly devoted to you. Changbin’s love is intense, sometimes chaotic, but it’s also deeply sincere. And in those moments when he’s holding you close, you can see the real him—the one who loves you fiercely, who would do anything to keep you by his side.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin is the type of yandere who is both dramatic and obsessive, especially when it comes to you—his beloved, his muse, the center of his world. His love for you is intense, almost artistic in its fervor, and he channels that passion into everything he does. But there are moments when his emotions become too much to handle, when his breathing quickens, his grip on you tightens more than usual, and it feels like he’s ready to shut out the entire world just to keep you by his side. In those moments, when his possessiveness threatens to overwhelm him, the best thing you can do is pull him into a warm, comforting hug and whisper those magic words: “I love you.” As you hold him, you’ll feel the tension in his body slowly begin to ease. His hands, which were gripping you so tightly, now soften as they move to rest on your back. The hug deepens, becoming more tender, as he processes your words and the reassurance that you’re not going anywhere. “Right?” he murmurs, his voice low and almost pleading. “You love me, only me. You can’t love anyone else. I’m the only person you need, right?” His words are filled with a mix of desperation and hope, as if he’s trying to convince himself as much as he’s trying to convince you.

It might take him some time to fully calm down, but even as he does, his hands never leave you. He clings to you, needing the physical connection to reassure himself that you’re still there, still his. Whether he’s sketching, drawing, or simply lost in thought, he keeps you close, his fingers occasionally brushing against yours as if to remind himself that you’re real. His art becomes an outlet for his emotions, a way to pour out his feelings and create a future where the two of you are inseparable. He sketches scenes of the life he dreams of—a life where you’re by his side, where he’s the only one you see, the only one you love. In those quiet moments, as he draws and you sit beside him, you can see the storm inside him begin to settle. His breathing evens out, his grip softens, and the intensity in his eyes fades into something softer, more content. He glances at you occasionally, as if to make sure you’re still there, still his. And when he’s finally calm, he’ll pull you into another hug, this one gentler, more secure. “You’re my everything,” he whispers, his voice steady now. “And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

[diabolikartstudio]

The way i want to draw soft intimate moment the drifter has romancing the hex members 🥹

Like imagine you both are in the shower, them just inches from your lips. All while they are caressing, rubbing,cleaning you from head to toe…

Like the slow burn romance that a lot of people really wanted😭

😭😭😭😭the hex are just version of intimate personality type i love. They just be out here reminding me that love like that is real. Tugs on my heart strings🥺

Arthur over here like typical intense romantic. Hes so emotionally intelligent and a massive slow burn romance. In private moments he is very intimate and open ( big teddy bear). But he wants you to know you can relax and feel your emotions without carrying so much weight. It felt like id just melt of overstimulation of having been told to lay the weight of the world off my shoulders.

Quincy is just freaky af but the way he flirts fulfills my humiliation kink and praises kink( i flirt this way sometimes). And he definitely has a body worshipper🥰. The way he wants to do dates just makes me feel special. He’s confident because he already knows what hes doing ( i mean his literally one of the only hex members getting it) but he take the relationship seriously.

Amir is literally goofy, cheesy, kinky, flirty, intelligent and eager. He watches movies and plays games, hes witty, considerate and literally the definition of Adhd. His flirting is so sudden because he doesn’t expect people to love him as he does. He is a beanie i would love to protect but he is definitely a man who is capable and can act on his intimate feelings for you with confidence. Also the collar👀

Aoi is the same as Amir( just that shes a music head). Shes very thoughtful in her actions with you romantically. A major hopeless romance as well. She is also willing to experiment and flirt in unsuspecting moments. The consideration she puts into the relationship she desires to be reciprocated.

Eleanor is so flirtatious and curious. She’s honest and open and wants you to also be honest with her. She clearly explorative😏 and wants nothing but you all day. And she tried to be thoughtful about what she does for you and happy to reciprocate.

And lettie out here taking charge of the relationship lol 😂 intimacy while never be lose of a tough girl who loves you by threatening you with pain or demand for you to inflict pain on her☺️lol but genuine she care in such of aggressive way that its sweet.

They are all really dynamic characters the care they have for you make you just want to be in their presence

[thefrenchydude]

ML chapter 3 - THE PEACH’S RETURN

(Thanks to erosnocturne for this chapter)

Macaque has to wait until Wukong is between visitors before he slinks into the grand room, slipping out of a shadow to walk alongside the king once he leaves his throne.

“You and I both know who that was.”

They have yet to actually speak about it, and of course Macaque is the one to broach the subject.

Of course, it isn’t like they really need to talk about it. Not for clarification reasons. As Macaque said, they both know very well who that was. Who it is. There’s no way not to. What they felt… it was just something that made them know. There’s no possible way to describe that recognition. The way they felt tugged towards him, knowing deep down how intrinsically tied together their fates were.

What a fortune, to be immortal, and have your lover reborn after the tragedy of losing them, so that you may never truly know a day where you do not find each other again.

It can only be for one reason, can’t it?

“Obviously,” the Monkey King replies, his tone flippant.

Wukong does not deny his friend’s claims, nor does he shy away from the topic. Not when he knows him so deeply.

Not when he knows what this conversation is leading into.

It’s easier for both of them this way, anyway. Especially when both feel so impatient to have their hands on their lover again, regardless of their new form.

It’ll be more than pleasant to experience the first time exploring [Name]’s body all over again.

“Then you know I have a way to lead him here?”

As expected of a demon, Macaque worked fast. Especially when he has something he wants and a goal in mind.

“Perfect. We can take him when he arrives.”

… Of course, Wukong is being far too hasty again. It is as though he learned nothing from last time.

The thought is enough to twist Macaque’s expression into a discontent frown.

“... No. We can not just take him this time. Do you remember how well that went for us?”

“Good?”

How a man can be so wise and yet so incredibly daft at the same time will always astonish the dark-furred simian. Really, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven can not be so genuinely oblivious, can he? The monkey has to be playing him for a fool.

With great (aggravated) patience, Macaque responds, his tail curling behind him. “No. It was not ‘good’. Quite the opposite, in fact.” Maybe he isn’t all that patient about it, seeing as how he is so quick to adopt a more sardonic tone. “Peaches did not trust us for a very long time. And even when they did, they were haunted by what happened. Do you know how many nights I had to hold them together on my own?”

It would be a lie, however, to say, to some extent, Macaque did not enjoy it. The love of his life venting to him, relying on him, trusting him with their weakest moments. It is something he wants to experience again and again. To hold them in his arms and listen to them. To comfort them.

But that does not mean he wants to inflict that pain upon them. Even with how much he adores taking care of them in his own way, it would not do to needlessly traumatize them when such a thing can be avoided. There is no reason they have to suffer in this life the same way they had in the previous.

He needs [Name]. Macaque knows that Wukong needs him, too. So he can understand the impatience.

He also understands that he can not turn a blind eye to Wukong’s behaviors, if it means he can prevent things from playing out exactly as they had before.

The Monkey King is silent, a frown matching Macaque’s, brows drawn together in thought. Which, at the very least, means that he is genuinely listening to his darker companion’s words and rolling them over in his mind, contemplating.

Taking this as a good sign, Macaque continues. “We were too careless last time.” Which really meant he thought Wukong had been too careless. But throwing around blame would be counterproductive to his desires right now. He doesn’t need pushback from his friend on this. “We have to be more thoughtful about our approach this time. We shouldn’t risk his peace of mind.”

Wukong sighs, agreeing with his friend’s assessment of the situation. He knows his ways have caused much strife with [Name] in lives past. Over and over and over again.

He wants to change, for them, if for nothing else. Even if it means…. Suffering the idea of that insufferable fool touching the man Wukong knows is truly his. That miserable, weak little human who will not be able to protect him as well as Wukong can.

“... Fine. But you better know what you’re doing.” The words come out more light-hearted than his previous behavior, and Macaque laughs, relaxing as they carry on with their walk.

“When don’t I?”

***

Mr. [Name] [Surname]

諸侯

Auroria Centre, ███████ █████

May this letter find you in good health. Your presence has been requested for the sake of discussing this city’s future in more detail. I enjoyed our previous conversation a great deal. Your insight will be helpful. Perhaps, with your help, we may find ways to make protecting this home of ours more simple.

As you may know, it is exceedingly useful to have someone on the inside. While we are more than capable of protecting you from threats on the outside, it is difficult to know what is going on within the city’s walls when we have no time to frequent it on our own. Please think of anything you have noticed for our meeting. I implore you to hold nothing back. It is imperative that anything important gets brought up so that we may find a way to combat it. This can be anything, from more minor issues to more severe discoveries. Petty theft from specific types of vendors. An uptick in violent activity. Organized crime. Even just squabbles between your most influential figures.

I have my utmost faith that you will know what I mean. I look forward to holding your company once more. Dress as you will. Your compliance and cooperation are greatly appreciated. And I again apologize for my daughter’s behavior at the gathering. Hopefully, this opportunity will more than make up for it. A carriage will arrive on ███ ██████ at █ ██████ ████ ████.

Yours Faithfully,

Liu’er Mihou

***

“Yes, yes. I’ll be careful, love.”

[Name] laughs as Lex fusses over him, feeling quite flattered by all of the attention from his husband.

It isn’t like the man neglects him. Lex is a very busy man, given his position in the city.

One he has worked quite hard to get to. And, now that he has it, it is one that will continue to work him to the bone.

[Name] wonders what the man would do without him.

Sure, he would thrive; he’s an intelligent, compassionate, and ambitious individual. But sometimes, he can’t help but worry about the way he runs himself dogged. It isn’t terribly uncommon for [Name] to have to coax his husband into relaxing and taking some time away from his duties.

“I wish I could go with you.”

[Name]’s heart flutters, as though he is falling in love for the first time all over again.

It is impossible to fall out of your affections for a man who seems to show you time and time again why you adore him so.

“Nonsense. You have so many errands to run around with as it is. It’s nice to do something for you.”

[Name] doesn’t miss the way Lex’s face warms at his words, the attractive man moving around the room to pick up a few furs, holding them up to [Name] and staring really hard, trying to match accessories to the outfit that he also helped [Name] pick out for this upcoming meeting.

It’s so cute how excited he gets when it comes to helping style [Name]’s wardrobe.

“You help me so much just by existing as you are.”

This pulls another laugh out of [Name]. “Charmer.”

He’s met with a cheeky grin in response. “But it works, doesn’t it?”

“You may have to up your game one day, if you flatter me so often.”

Lex holds a hand up to his chest, acting dramatically stricken by this information before turning to toss one of the more clashing necklaces he had in mind to the side, snatching up a simplistic watch instead and returning to [Name]’s side, offering it so that they may put it on.

“Hm… you know. Now that I think about it, he requested you quite quickly, did he not?”

[Name] secures the watch around his wrist. “Perhaps it is urgent for them. I must have been quite the convenient find…”

Lex grins. “You were for me.”

“Oh? So I’m just convenient now?”

“You know I don’t mean it like that.” 

[Name] chuckles, deciding to stop teasing his poor husband, leading the way towards the foyer. “But, really, I’m sure there’s a good reason for it. I’ll make sure to fill you in on everything when I get back.”

“Ohh, giving me something to look forward to when I finish up today’s work, huh?”

They continue to banter as time passes, words coming easily between the lovebirds. Unfortunately, Lex must depart before [Name] does so that he can tend to some important business or other, leaving [Name] alone in their home.

As the time for the meeting draws ever nearer, [Name] makes sure to collect his thoughts, thinking back on the letter and recollecting as much as he can about his grievances and woes as he can. Everything on the inside that needs to be fixed.

Much of what he witnessed being pulled from his own… experiences in the dark underbelly of what lies in this city of theirs.

If this can get them even a single step closer to the future he and Lex envisions, he will do whatever he can for it.

Ah.

It’s time.

Leaving the estate, [Name] looks around, his eyes landing on…

A horse-drawn carriage?

That’s a little inconvenient, isn't it? They have cars. Which would get them wherever they need to go much faster, and with much less uncertainty.

[Name] always found horses to be fickle little creatures.

The romantic implications of such a thing does not even cross [Name]’s mind. Figuring the simian must just be of a more eccentric and less practical sort, he heads on over, allowing the servant to help him on in (even though he feels as though he could have climbed in all on his own quite fine).

He will not make the servant’s job harder, though. Especially not when he struggles to forget the tales of the warriors’ rage others have woven.

On the off chance that they are really so capable of such cruelty, he does not wish to bring another harm simply by being fussy over something so small. He still needs to discover what type of person their protectors are for himself.

When he gets into the carriage, he is met with the sight of the Six-Eared Macaque leaning against the opposite side of the interior, his tail resting in his lap.

The door shuts behind him, and [Name] settles into his seat before opening his mouth to speak.

“Your Highness-”

With a flick of his tail and a wave of his hand, Macaque interrupts him. “Ah, ah. What did I say about all of those formalities, hm?”

With the teasing tone in his voice, the easy grin on his face, and the way his body remains so lax, [Name] can not help but note that it feels as though he is being treated as a long-time friend.

Perhaps those rumors are untrue. He can not imagine such a laid-back demon being the type to lash out so very easily.

“... Right. Macaque-” The grin on the dark-furred demon’s face widens, the monkey pleased at hearing his name on his beloved’s lips once more. It has been less than a month since they last met, and yet it feels like an eternity stretched before them. “-is there anywhere in particular you are planning for us to go?” The letter had said to dress as he would like (he also isn’t quite sure why he had received such a formal letter… Perhaps demons did not enjoy technology quite as much? Or maybe it was some tradition he had yet to learn about), but if they’re going anywhere public, he knows his image does matter quite a bit.

Though being seen with Liu’er Mihou alone is a big social boost in and of itself.

“Hm… not at all. We may stop by the market, but I just find it far more comfortable to have some nice scenery go by as we talk.” When Macaque says that, the carriage begins to move.

[Name] supposes that makes sense. A carriage is always moving, and private enough that other ears can not overhear their conversation.

Nodding along, [Name] responds with a small “I have never done so before”.

“There’s a first time for everything.” And the simian is more than happy to take any of his firsts that he can get. It already eats at him to know that he has a husband in this life. One that is not him.

When the time comes, that will be rectified.

He just has to make sure [Name] will neither hate him for it, nor be all too distraught about it. It would go against what he had spoken with Wukong about if he went ahead and caused their peach so much mental distress.

He does share Sun Wukong’s… feelings towards that other man’s existence, however.

That is only natural. Nobody would be all that pleased about seeing their partner with another.

Even if the partner does not yet know who they are truly meant to spend their life with quite yet.

Knowing he should push the conversation along lest [Name] potentially grow suspicious of his motives, the simian changes the topic. “Have you thought on my letter’s contents?”

Ah. [Name] had been wondering when Macaque would bring that up. He didn’t want to rush into the subject himself and risk offending the demon.

“I have. Is there anywhere you would desire for me to start?”

“Whatever comes to your mind is more than fine. Speak as you will. There’s no need to hold your tongue around me.”

Macaque doesn’t really care for human politics in the first place. It isn’t like he is oblivious to what they are like. The things they squabble over. The nature of humanity itself.

But if it gets him closer to [Name] in this lifetime, he will have to play along. He just needs more reasons to keep up this correspondence…

And helping him with whatever his goals are right now will be more likely to get him to trust Macaque again. Maybe respark some of that love from before.

He’s already found a way in. Now, he just needs to maintain it.

“Well… there is this family who holds quite a bit of political sway-”

Though his husband is the mayor, it would be entirely untrue to say there weren’t still many other influential members of the community. If anything, a lot of individuals could be more so powerful than them. Not because of what they can do themselves, but very much due to the fact that they can sway the groups of people that follow what they say. Their opinions. What they think is best for their own…

It all gets a little tiring. There’s much to look after. People to rub elbows with. Relationships to maintain. Groups to appease. Still, [Name] finds himself in a game of survival. This one may be thoroughly less fatal than the one he had been entwined within before, but still a struggle nonetheless. His skill set had been honed to one thing for so long that solving problems without resorting to the same brutal methods as before is giving him a new learning curve.

He is not alone this time, though. Not in the way that matters. Mother could never supply him with the amount of… genuine love he gets from Lex. The love he feels towards Lex.

He would never go back, or trade it for anything.

In the meanwhile, Macaque is content to listen to [Name] speak. Which, really, feels like falling into an old routine.

He remembers many such times in their previous lives in which he lended [Name] his ears. Let him talk about anything he desired. Sat there to comfort him after he poured his heart out and crumpled afterwards.

Those specific memories could be bittersweet. It’s never pleasant to see the love of your life in so much pain. In those lives, the issues that weighed on [Name]’s heart would chip away at him, haunting his mind when they were least desired.

Listening to him now reminds him of happier moments. Times where [Name] had shown him something he was so genuinely interested in. Hobbies he spent his time partaking in. Moments in time where they were able to exist, as lovers, without anything dampening their spirits. Thinking of nothing but each other’s company.

Those were the moments he lived for the most. The ones he’s so desperate to get right back into. There’s the slightest twitch in his tail, and he notices [Name]’s gaze flit to it. Though it is with an expression he is not quite used to.

Curiosity? It doesn’t look that open… more closed off. Maybe he is just taking note of the movement?

That’d make sense. In this life, unfortunately, he is a stranger to the darling sitting just inches from him. Close enough to touch. Close enough to shower in all of the affections he is so desperate to douse him in.

And yet, he has enough sense not to. He knows very well that this may put [Name] off. Be too forward. Like he has convinced Wukong, they need to take this slow.

Sometimes convincing Wukong is easier than convincing himself.

Trying to shake off his mounting frustrations, the dark-furred simian’s gaze trails along [Name]’s body, looking past the general reverence he feels towards his love, doing his own observations now.

Yes, [Name] looks so very different than he did before. But they have done this enough times that it is to be expected. The first time it happened, it had taken them by surprise — which was putting it mildly. But every time, it shocked them less and less. Though it still hurt whenever they lost him, it was relieving to know that they would show up again.

That they really can spend eternity together.

No matter how many times the body changes, at the core of [Name], he is still theirs. Still the same peach they pampered, adored, and devoted so much of their passion to. The one they spent all of their free time doting on whenever possible. The one they want to spoil rotten.

What he looks for is not purely the physical difference. This time, he is looking for… a similarity. Different enough from the lives before that it is entirely new, and yet familiar enough that he should be able to tell what it is.

The heaviness of something burdening his mind. Macaque can not help but wonder if, even without their intervention here, [Name] has been plagued by something that will never leave him alone. Something that will always take place in the darkest corners of his mind, hoarding it from the monkeys and infecting the rest of his psychological well-being.

Like so many times before…

The thing he wants to avoid afflicting upon [Name]... The idea of someone else already traumatizing him has Macaque feeling waves of aggression rolling up his spine. It is a struggle to keep his fur perfectly in check, not wanting his body language to express any sudden changes. It would be difficult to explain away such a thing.

He has no doubt that he could do it, but it’s still better to be safe than sorry. Always is, when [Name] is in the picture.

As such, a gentle smile crosses the simian’s face instead, and he waits until [Name] has finished filling him in on what they have deemed noteworthy before speaking. “... You’re quite knowledgeable on all of this, aren’t you? I must say, your passion for this is a rather charming trait.”

The tone in this compliment gives [Name] a brief pause. He is unsure if he is interpreting it correctly.

Is the Six-Eared Macaque flirting with him?

He can’t be.

Not only do they have the whole… demon and human compatibility thing going on, but Macaque knows he is a married man. And [Name] is faithful to his husband. There’s no way he’d throw all of that away for…

For what?

He is only here for his husband, anyway. There’s nothing he personally gains from this. Even if there’s a weird twinge in his chest, he imagines it has to be from something else. A physical issue, maybe. Because getting emotional here would not make a lick of sense. As far as he is concerned, he has no reason to be all that emotional about this.

Shaking the nonsense from clouding his head, [Name] puts on a bit of a discomfited smile, his chuckle a weary one that does not escape Macaque’s notice. “Thank you… You are very generous with your praise. I can only hope the information I am giving you is useful?”

“Very.” Macaque doesn’t miss a beat, his response coming naturally. “You’re already such a great help.” He has to work in those seeds of this being a recurring thing. Of them seeing each other again.

Of them spending more and more time together.

Of [Name] spending more and more time away from Lex.

Because that man is the only reason [Name] would toss off his little flirtations.

He glances to the side, and the carriage pulls to a stop. “Ah. We’ve made it to the market!”

The simian is the first to slip out, though he takes his time afterwards to help [Name] exit. His hand is larger than [Name]’s on, and the ex-assassin can’t help but notice another strange feeling pass through him. From the contact? Maybe.

Still, though, this whole thing feels… a little silly, on some level. He is a grown man — and he is not exceptionally dainty whatsoever. He is capable of leaving a cart on his own. He can’t fathom why the simian here is paying so much attention to him. It is nice to know he is keeping the favor of someone in power, but it is all a bit much.

The entire carriage, especially. They really could have just opted for a car…

As they walk, [Name] tosses a glance at the stalls they pass by before his attention returns fully to Macaque. “Anything you’re on the look-out for?”

“Hm?” Macaque realizes [Name] is asking about his desire to actually purchase something here, and he adds a quick amendment to that answer. “A bit of window shopping should be fun, right? We can walk and talk!”

[Name] doesn’t think this is any better than the carriage. Even if it was over-the-top, the carriage had far more privacy. They would be heavily restricted in exactly what they could say out here…

Regardless, he will play along with the simian’s whims, assuming he has a reason for all of this. Maybe it is one he does not know enough to understand. “Anything else you want me to brush you up on, then?”

Macaque makes a show of thinking. There’s a tilt to his head, his furred hand coming up to his chin.

“Hmmm…” While he hasn’t been tuning out the love of his life, exactly, he doesn’t really… care too much for the human politics. Just for the sound of [Name]’s voice. Thinking about it makes him anxious to wrap his tail around the other’s arm. Intwine himself with them. Be closer to him. 

Forcing himself to get back on track before he gets ahead of himself, he knows he needs something to latch onto. Something to use as an excuse. But nothing in particular stands out. It all sounds… about what you might expect from the typical political games. Nothing too outstanding.

Though it isn’t like he didn’t notice that [Name] seems particularly interested in making this place better. Maybe that would provide him a lead.

“I know you said a few times that you’re making an effort to get these people to accept a ‘big change’ here… What exactly is that looking like for you?”

Still, Macaque’s tone is pleasant and laid-back. One might expect a tone more akin to an interview, given that [Name] very much went into this with more… professional thoughts in mind. However, the way Macaque speaks to him, it is still as though they are long-time friends. His voice is warm, and he can tell that the simian is genuinely listening to him. That he is not just asking these questions due to it being the socially acceptable and polite thing to do.

He hesitates, though, unsure of how much he should say in public.

Unsure if they’re still listening. Keeping an eye on him. Waiting for a chance to punish him for getting away.

He would not be surprised, even if he doesn’t feel anyone watching them right now. You can never be too cautious.

He would know, given he was in their shoes before. You overhear plenty of things when people think nobody else is paying any attention.

“Well… there’s a lot of corruption in this city. Really, I just want to take care of it.” He wants to dig into the root of the problem and tear it out. But that is not the most elegant way to speak to one of the warriors protecting your city, now is it?

There’s an indecipherable smile on Macaque’s face when he nods along in response to this, as though he expects no less. “It’s a respectable thing to desire-” Before [Name] can decide whatever the emotions mixing together on Macaque’s face and wriggling their way into his tone are, something has caught the dark-furred simian’s eye, and he turns to a stall.

With the slightest tilt of his head, [Name] trails closer to see what he’s picking up.

A keychain. One with a very delicately crafted and painted peach adornment attached to the end, the chain a beautiful rose gold color.

Tossing money to the vendor, who looks relatively terrified of the warrior (likely because of how much of a ruckus those kids of theirs put up), doesn’t even count it, scrambling to store it away as Macaque begins walking with [Name] again, attention fully returning to him. He pushes the item into [Name]’s palm, as though this is a normal thing to do and their previous conversation hadn’t been cut off right in the middle of the simian speaking. “For you.”

“-?” Taken aback by this, [Name] feels his mind floundering to figure out what the simian’s motives with this can possibly be. It’s such odd behavior… “For what?”

Speaking still as though none of this is unnatural, Macaque gives a little wave of his hand as he responds, elaborating on his sudden gift. “Longevity. Perhaps it will give you some aid in your journey. Make sure your good fortune continues, and nothing bad comes your way.”

This, of course, is bullshit. Macaque just wants to give him a gift that reminds him of their previous lives together, and the newer one that awaits them. It is a way to abate his own ravenous desire for the man before him. A way to make sure he has something he gave him with him at all times.

If [Name] has any troubles, Macaque is plenty sure of his ability to take care of that on his own. [Name] didn’t need to rely on a charm for that.

[Name] takes this explanation, however, and nods. That makes sense. Even though it isn’t like this is a more traditional peach charm… He can understand the symbolism behind such a gift. And perhaps that is what matters, at the end of the day?

He can’t make sense of the confusing flustering in his chest, though.

“Thank you. That’s very thoughtful of you.” He isn’t sure, either, whether he’s just being polite, or if some part of him genuinely believes that, as he slips the keychain into his pocket.

Macaque’s grin tells him that, at the very least, he said the right thing, given that the simian lets that part of the conversation drop there and returns to the previous one. “Though you really should come visit the palace. I can get you an audience with Wukong.” It would be nothing like a formal, traditional audience. Macaque knows that. Flower Fruit Mountain’s king is far more impatient than he, and he feels like he is constantly holding himself back here. He can only imagine how bad it is for Wukong. “You can work something out with him, hm?”

This is great news to [Name], though he falters. While the arrangement is amazing, it is not his job to do such things. This networking is for Lex. And it is Lex who is mayor.

“Well… My husband is the one who will be able to discuss it in more detail with Sun Wukong than I would be able to. It would only be right for him to go instead.”

Something dark passes over Macaque’s face, and his tail curls before lashing about a few times. It doesn’t take long for the warrior to get this in check, though, and his grin is a bit forced this time. Sharp.

The animosity, [Name] can vaguely tell, is not really aimed at him, however…

“... I understand. But you certainly must at least accompany him.”

Well. [Name] can do that. Of course.

This one, he agrees to in a heartbeat. “Absolutely. That’s arrangeable. I’ll just have to discuss it with him first.”

Another lash of the dark tail. “Great!”

It does not seem great. Especially since the rest of the meeting has an odd… tension that was not there before.

———   ———   ———

When Macaque makes it back to the palace, he brings his hands to his face and groans into them, tilting his head up.

Everything had gone so fine… Until that aggravating man was brought up. He knows they have to wait. To get [Name] away from him, bit by bit. To ease him into it, so that he won’t be quite so traumatized, like he had been in some other lives.

That does not make this easier. It keeps him from killing the man right here and now, but that does not mean it is an easy feat for the warrior. It takes a great amount of self-control.

He feels someone in the hall with him, and, as expected, when he looks, an exceptionally smug Sun Wukong greets his vision. “... You struggling over there, bud?” He knows damn well Macaque is struggling. And likely why.

“Shut up.”

[secretlyanimmortal]

Test of Devotion yandere! boyfriend (GN reader)

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> Synopsis: You've been dating this wonderful guy for a little over a year now. You think you know all his secrets? ha ha! > TW: Stalking, general yandere stuff

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ > your sweet boyfriend, where do you even begin? from the moment you guys first met, it was an instant click. Being asked to a cafe nearby, he shared some interests, but still had his own opinions and passions different from you.

> your sweet boyfriend, who still did the cheesy romance movie tropes with you. Ate ice cream, walked in the park, even went to a New Year's celebration with you, kissing you when the timer hit 0.

> your sweet boyfriend, who was straight out of a romcom series, just the two of you. You were on cloud nine after you were together, any mention of a bad coworker? left and resigned! a karen yelling at you that shift? no reports filed! It was like the universe or him worked in your favor.

> your sweet boyfriend, who would melt on your touch, so kind, so gentle, he would never hurt a fly. The way he could soothe crying babies in public and took care of animals hurt and run them to the vet clinics, a knight in shining armor indeed.

> your sweet boyfriend, who one day in his apartment, asks you to take a little 'test' of his. You've known the cheating tests on social media or even those intelligence tests on news articles. So when you followed him to a secret room- you were only a tad bit suspicious. I mean, your anniversary was coming up, so maybe it was that?

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> "Love, can you come with me for a sec? I wanna show you something..." You look up, his smile genuine. "Sure, is it a surprise?" standing up, you intentionally close your eyes. > You feel his hand grab your shoulders "...sort of, I just want you to take a test for me". A while of footsteps later, you come to a stop. "Can I open my eyes now?" > "No not yet" he mutters, a creaking door, keys jingling, then an unlocking is heard. Maybe it was a new room? Another close and lock was heard then... > "Alright, you can open your eyes" Your eyes look up in shock, you were in a small dim lit room with candid photos of you everywhere in a wall, sketches of you, framed phots, even places where you once lived were all in a little shrine on a table with your favorite candle. Not only that, but parts of bloody clothes are in a neat little cabinet in the corner, clothes you remember the people you hated last wore. > He hugs you that left you restrained, whispering in your ear "This is my Test of Devotion to you, my love..."

> "Happy one year anniversary, my love"

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> i made this as vague as possible...

> just a quick idea out to show im not dead! just dying >o< > i am so sorry to everyone for the hiatus!!! this year i promise to post more (i have a lot of drafts i haven't even finished q-q) > hopefully you all are still here, i never expected any part 2 (for any of my fics) since i wanted people to have their own interpretations but who's to say i wont use ideas you guys have? i'm free to suggestions on where to make it more... more! xP > ms. Chari out!!!

[sosomonimagines]

Part Two: The House's Girl

"Despite everything, House learns that he loves his daughter"

Part One:

The first thing House noticed about you, after years of not seeing you, was that your eyes were still blue. Still innocent.

Not like his, marked by pain and simmering anger. Nor like your mother’s, weighed down by the burden of her madness.

Yours still sparkled. They were genuinely beautiful. The same eyes you had as a baby.

He remembered that day vividly. At the hospital where he worked, called urgently by the staff to see you. He wasn’t with your mother at the time. He held you in his arms, a little awkwardly—despite years as a doctor having trained him for this. You stared at him, and he stood there, looking back into those big, wide eyes.

Contrary to what many believed, House liked children.

The whole world thought he despised them, but that wasn’t true. Children had the one quality no adult could ever possess: sincerity. Unlike what people said, they weren’t stupid. They were sharp. Creative. They didn’t know the advantage of lying, of social games, of "getting ahead" at someone else’s expense. And that, to him, was fascinating.

But he didn’t want to ruin you.

Back then, your mother was just a single woman, dedicated to her law career. She paid for the best nannies, the best daycares, the best schools. House helped with the expenses, making sure you had everything you needed. All so he wouldn’t have to take care of you himself.

Because he didn’t know how.

But there you were, needing him. You and your eyes.

House didn’t know what to do with that.

From the moment he got the call, he felt a strange discomfort, something he refused to name. It wasn’t anger, or irritation, or even pity. It was fear.

Fear because, for the first time, there was no way out.

He had never been a real father. He’d never had to be. He paid the bills, made sure you had a good education, but always from a distance, as if that were enough. Now, that wasn’t an option anymore.

Because you were alone in the world.

And no matter how much he tried to ignore it, he knew he couldn’t let you down.

During work, he tried to distract himself.

It was ridiculous. The brilliant Dr. House, capable of diagnosing the rarest diseases and cheating death countless times, was afraid of a 15-year-old girl. But he was. And he hated admitting it.

In the first few nights, he did what he always did: he was harsh, sarcastic, cruel enough to push anyone away. But with you, nothing worked.

You insisted on talking, on being kind.

You cleaned the house, saying you were used to housework and that mess drove you crazy. You made breakfast with the excuse that, since you were cooking for yourself anyway, it didn’t hurt to make some for him too. You were too good, too kind, and he could never understand where that came from.

And it scared him.

Kindness was a puzzle he didn’t know how to solve.

And worse than not understanding was knowing where it could lead. Because, by some crazy force of the universe — maybe God, for less skeptical people — everything he loved was always taken from him in the most tragic way.

He couldn’t love you.

Because what if something happened to you?

And he was an addict. He couldn’t be an addict in front of you.

So, he did what he did best: he hid.

Extra shifts, endless on-call hours, covering for other doctors on holidays. Anything to avoid the apartment, the closeness, you.

But that Sunday, Cuddy went and ruined everything.

“You can’t work,” she said, in that annoyingly firm tone. “Union rules. You need some downtime.”

Of course, it had to be a Sunday.

The one day you spent entirely at home, no volunteer work, no crazy extracurricular activities.

And, for the first time in weeks, he had no excuse to run.

When he got home, you were on the couch, your feet tucked into colorful, fuzzy socks, wrapped in a blanket. You had a Kindle in one hand and, as usual, a cup of coffee in the other. You looked at peace.

He opened the door, and you turned to him, smiling.

"Did something happen?" you asked.

"I’m not working today."

"Good. You’ve been needing a break," you commented, turning back to your book.

He was surprised. No barrage of questions, no invitation to watch something together. A pang of sadness tightened his chest. Were you giving up on him?

Shut up, House he thought. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?

"What are you reading?"

Then you smiled again, but this time it wasn’t out of politeness. It was genuine. The slightest interest he showed had caught you off guard.

"Cleopatra and Frankenstein. It’s pretty good."

Don’t ask about the story, House.

"Cleopatra and Frankenstein? What kind of nonsense is that?"

"It’s Cleo and Frankie. She’s in her twenties, he’s almost forty. They’re married, but the marriage is falling apart. Just life stuff, I guess… Do you want to watch something?"

There it was. The exact point he didn’t want to reach. You, excited, eager to please him.

He should’ve stuck to short answers, kept the relationship casual and necessary. He knew whatever he said next would define everything.

If he said yes, you’d think he was softening.

If he said no, you’d take the hint and pull away.

Say no, House.

"Only if it’s not some teenage crap."

Damn it.

House wanted to punch himself.

He flopped down on the couch beside you, not looking directly at you. As if ignoring your satisfied expression would erase the fact that, yes, he had given in.

And worse: he didn’t hate it as much as he thought he would.

"What kind of stuff do you watch?" you asked, grabbing the remote.

"Smart stuff."

You rolled your eyes and started scrolling through the catalog. "Sherlock Holmes?"

"Too predictable."

"Star Trek?"

"Prefer Star Wars."

"Me too," you replied automatically, and he couldn’t help but glance at you quickly.

Like father, like daughter.

After a while, you landed on some random noir film, the kind he liked because the people were terrible and the script didn’t try to pretend life was beautiful. You watched in silence, occasionally sipping your coffee, occasionally chuckling softly at something only you probably found funny.

And House realized he liked it.

He liked the comfortable silence. He liked your company.

And it terrified him.

But for one night, he decided not to overthink it. Not to worry about pushing you away.

Because, as much as he didn’t want to admit it… it was nice not to be alone.

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Hey!! I was wondering if I could request pre-dating Angel dust x reader headcanons (reader can be gender neutral😊) where reader volunteers to watch Fat Nuggets for Angel every time he’s busy or has to go to work? They want to get closer to Angel but also they just love animals so much and have always dreamed of becoming a vet before they died. Angel sees how gentle and compassionate they are with Nuggs that he can’t help but melt🥰 He develops a soft spot for reader, returning the favor with sweet gestures and cheek kisses😉 but also wanting to get to know them more too🩷 thank u so much!! Hope this isn’t too long!🫶🏼

Thank you for the ask!! Sorry it took me so long to write! Hope you like it!

Pet-Sitter 🕷️🐷🩷

Angel Dust x Genderneutral!reader

Plot: You are babysitting for Angel Dust’s pet pig, Fat Nuggets. This way you’ll be able to get closer to him while doing something nice for him at the same time. Before long, it all falls into place.

Warnings: None! Just fluff :))

You never imagined you’d get to pet-sit for the-one-and-only Angel Dust, the notorious porn star of Hell.

You hadn’t been at the Hazbin Hotel for long. You had been lost one day, wandering the dark and dank streets in Hell, when Charlie had found you and invited you to the hotel.

You hadn’t known what to do with yourself a first. So many different demons you had to meet, including the ominous Radio Demon, a booze-drinking cat demon, and a weird little maid demon named Niffty.

But there was one person who caught your eye. And that was the spider demon Angel Dust.

There was something about him, past the facade of confidence and suggestive jokes.

Something that made you want to get to know him better.

You found the perfect opportunity volunteering to help out with his cute pet pig, Fat Nuggets, after noticing his jam-packed schedule.

Now, since you died only a little less than a year ago, you never got to become a vet in life like you had always wanted to.

The years of experience and being around animals had given you a knack for caring for them. How perfect you knew all about pigs and their diets/habits/etc.

You got started right away, packing your bag with supplies and heading to Angel’s room.

You enjoyed caring for Fat Nuggets. He was well-behaved, and seemed to like you. The two of you grew close playing with toys and making him treats.

The best part was being able to spend time with Angel so often. You talked to him before he left for work, and when he got back.

Angel was grateful to have someone to take care of his beloved pet, and impressed by your skills. When he saw how good you were with Nuggets, and how he wagged his little tail whenever he saw you, it made him smile. Over several weeks, he found he had developed a soft spot you.

In your conversations, you got to know Angel much better. You learned his hobbies, his favorite songs, his favorite foods. You learned the caring and genuine person he was.

One night, you were flicking a feather teaser back and forth across the rug for Fat Nuggets to chase, when the door clicked open behind you. You were busy keeping Nuggets entertained and didn’t look up. Just then, you felt a soft kiss against your cheek. You looked up in surprise to see Angel Dust already walking past you, a smile on his face as he left the room. You blushed madly as a warm feeling grew in your chest.

From that moment on, things were different between you. Your plan had worked to get Angel to like you. Angel would land light kisses on your cheeks and give you compliments, to thank you for taking such good care of Fat Nuggets. He would even leave out a box of your favorite candy or a gift on the table for when you arrived.

Every time he called you “Sweetie” and “Beautiful/Handsome” your cheeks would burn bright red and you couldn’t help but smile widely at him.

This all led to your eventual dating, and your first kiss. It was in his hotel room, in the middle of the living room with Angel dipping you to the floor. This would for sure be a relationship to last.

[comradekarin]

now that I have time to process csm 192-194…. I don’t get the outrage with fujimoto for including the denji-yoru scene. I mean, this entire story is about coercion, grooming, sexual assault and indoctrination (and you can even look at it through a capitalism critical lens as well). being forced to see the assault is where the line gets drawn and not makima grooming denji? what reze did to denji (putting her arc aside for a second)? what the yazuka did to denji? denji’s organs being taken and sold on the black market? denji’s entire conception of sex, intimacy and satisfaction is directly warped due to not just his upbringing but the exploitive situation he’s in currently. even denji’s distrust of men (but his trust in women who take advantage of him more than the men do) is directly rooted in his childhood.

and this scene isn’t just about the violation of denji’s autonomy, but also asa’s. yoru has never really fully valued asa’s autonomy and wellbeing. yoru is prone to immature, childish bursts, willing to doom the people around her—even asa—for the sake of pettiness. so not only has denji been violated, but asa’s consent has not been granted for yoru to commit these acts. it feels as if yoru just weaponized whatever asa feels for denji and is just pushing buttons to see what works. denji didn’t even known it was yoru and not asa during those safe moments he felt he had until recently. you read yoru’s assault and it’s clear this is not a good moment. it’s uncomfortable and almost painful to watch. this thing that he’s been waiting on for a while, and it’s not at all what he expected. you watch denji go through this dissociative state, he’s confused, he’s lost and disappointed. what denji wants is intimacy and basic human decency, he wants to be treated like he actually matters, and the only reason he seems to be “wanted” is either because he’s chainsaw man or through sexual manipulation from women.

I can understand being uncomfortable with a scene like this—that’s the entire point, I won’t take that away from anyone—but I want to pose a question: what made denji’s traumatic experiences with assault more palatable prior to this scene? does it feel unnecessary because you’re finally forced to “see it”? denji HAS made progress and developed from part one (i.e his dynamic with nayuta, who despite embodying the same toxic, manipulative traits as makima, he’s able to love her unconditionally and recognize her childhood innocence, the same naivety makima exploited with him… his refusal to immediately succumb to the whims of the women around him, him wanting to help innocent lives around him, him admitting he wants sex and steak instead of just being content with scraps, etc). and he’s doing it all by himself. he doesn’t have a support system. he’s learning all on his own. I also want to point out that aside from pochita, absolutely no one in denji’s life cared about denji for denji. I love power and aki, but even their beginning relationships with denji rooted in what he could do for them (though, this obviously does evolve into something more genuine and warm). denji has little framework to go with and even less support to combat his experiences.

I also don’t think it’s fair to say “I thought we were over this since makima died”- no, we are not over this. this is not something you just “get over”. denji’s worldview is not going to be suddenly changed because makima died (he sees her in literally everything he does in part two. he can’t let her go… he loves her despite the hell she put him and his loved ones through). progress is slow, it’s not linear at all and often time disappointing when we see regression. I’d even argue that this scene doesn’t immediately ruin asaden, but that’s another convo for a different day.

I feel like people want denji to be this “perfect victim” and that’s just not what’s going on here. I don’t think fujimoto has a “grooming” fetish or whatever people are calling it. I genuinely want denji to recover from his assault, to discover a healthy mindset about sex and intimacy, to find someone who understands the extent of his loneliness (I believe that person can be asa, who shares that similar sentiment). I’ll re-evaluate this post as the narrative continues to unfold, of course, I am also very open to seeing what others think on this. my stance isn’t definitive.

[augie-the-better-brother]

At last...the long awaited sequel...

Augie and his pet gorilla-rabbid. @minnesotamedic186 @mothstache @hostess-of-horror @randomrabbidramblings

[cator99]

I always get detained at da border because PROFUNC never ended but basically I'm like if a targeted individual didn't even care

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Me, when Sebastian joins my party for the first time: Okay, this time I'm not going to forget about you, Sebastian. I'm going to make an effort to use you a lot this playthrough so I can better understand you.

Also me, immediately forgetting about Sebastian while finishing Act 2 and making it halfway through Act 3 before I finally notice his Faith quest: ......................Oh. Right. My bad.