#gets a little less cute and little more Terrifying towards the end

[m4rv3l-girl]

Plums

Bucky x Y/N

Love’s a weird thing. Especially when you’re an 109 year old super soldier.

Requests open!

Warnings: None. it’s just fluff - and a brief kiss at the end.

Bucky Barnes was a man of few words, especially after Steve left. He was adrift at first, unsure of where to place his loyalty or even his feet. Y/N, though, had stuck around. She was there when things got too quiet, there when he needed someone to listen, and there when he just needed silence. Over time, their friendship had become his anchor, something stable amidst the ever-shifting tides of his life.

It was a normal day, or at least as normal as days got when you were Bucky Barnes. He’d been out on a long walk through Brooklyn, getting a bit of air and space to clear his mind. The breeze ruffled his hair, the sound of cars and conversations filling the space between his thoughts. When he came back to his apartment, he kicked the door shut behind him and tossed his jacket on the couch.

That’s when he noticed it.

A small, brown paper bag sitting neatly on the kitchen counter.

He frowned, stepping closer. It wasn’t often that random grocery items showed up in his apartment. And then he saw it—the top of a plum peeking out from the crinkled paper, the dark purple skin almost glossy. His heart did this weird little flip. Y/N had bought him plums.

He picked up the bag, a smile tugging at his lips, and that was when he heard her voice.

“Oh, you found them!” Y/N leaned against the doorway, beaming, arms crossed with a satisfied expression. “You like them, right? I remembered you mentioned it. So…I got some at the market today.”

Bucky stared at her, his fingers still clutching the bag. Something soft and warm curled around his chest, and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. She had remembered. Out of all the random things they’d talked about, she remembered his offhand comment about loving plums.

And she’d bought them for him.

“You remembered that?” His voice came out a little rough, not quite what he intended, but Y/N didn’t seem to mind. She just shrugged, biting her lip in that cute way she did when she was nervous.

“Of course, I did, Buck. It was kind of random, but I figured—hey, why not?” She chuckled, pushing herself off the doorframe and walking over to him, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Besides, you need some fresh fruit in your life.”

Bucky swallowed hard. His gaze flicked between the plums and her. The realization hit him so fast and so hard that it almost knocked the wind out of him..

He was in love with her.

Not the friendly, you’re-my-best-pal type of love. No, this was deeper, fiercer, and infinitely more terrifying.

His thumb brushed over the top of one of the plums, and he looked up at her, eyes softening. “Thanks, doll,” he murmured, his tone gentler now. “You’re somethin’ else, y’know that?”

Y/N smiled, a little shyly, and reached out to poke the metal arm. “I know.”

Bucky set the bag down, taking a slow step towards her, his voice dropping as a smirk tugged at his lips. “Trying to drive me crazy, kitten?”

She blinked up at him, all wide eyes and innocence, though he knew she could be just as playful. “What? Me? Drive you crazy? I’d never…”

“Uh-huh.” He closed the gap, their shoulders almost brushing now. Her scent hit him—something sweet and tasty—and it took everything in him not to just pull her into his arms. Instead, he bent his head down, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. “You’re doin’ a pretty good job at it, though.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, and Bucky felt a surge of satisfaction at the sound. She looked up at him, trying to play it cool, but the slight flush on her cheeks gave her away. “Bucky, they’re just plums,” she said softly, her voice teasing but with a hint of nervousness behind it.

“Yeah, but you remembered,” he replied, his tone almost reverent. His eyes softened, and for the first time in a long while, Bucky felt…happy. Not just content or less haunted, but genuinely happy. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You always remember the little things.”

Her gaze met his, something unspoken passing between them. The air around them seemed to hum, filled with something electric, something more than friendship. Bucky could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a mix of excitement and fear clawing at him.

“I do,” Y/N whispered, her lips curving into a soft smile. “I care about you, Buck.”

There it was. The simple truth.

Before he could second-guess himself, Bucky cupped her cheek, his metal hand surprisingly gentle against her skin. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her forehead, then her temple, lingering there for just a moment. “You’re my best girl, y’know that, darlin’?”

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath catching again. “Am I?”

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his blue eyes locking with hers. “Yeah, doll. You are.”

And then, before he could stop himself, Bucky kissed her. It was hesitant, tentative at first, and he was genuinely afraid she’d pull away. But when she kissed him back, locking their lips together in a jigsaw of love, all of that hesitation melted away. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, as if letting go wasn’t an option.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N was smiling up at him, her lips still slightly parted. “That was definitely worth the plums.”

Bucky chuckled, pressing his forehead against hers. “Yeah, kitten. It was.”

[macabr3-barbi3]

can you do a fic of alastor comforting the reader after a nightmare? more fluff then smut please <333

I went full fluff for this anon, I hope this is what you were looking for! Super short but I had a fun time writing this cute little thing, please feel free to shoot me another ask and let me know what you think <3 (I should be sleeping but decided to write and post this instead 💕)

Tags: fluff; Alastor x Reader; nightmares; comfort; established relationship

Possible tw/cw for drowning? just in case

The darkness of the night is interrupted only by the crack of lightning across the sky, static in the air, your cries swallowed up by the boom of thunder somewhere nearby. You don’t get a chance to inhale, fill your body with one last sweet gulp of air, before the tide takes you under, chest burning with the effort of trying to hold your breath. You can’t hold it- it breaks free of your mouth with a rush of bubbles and a scream that no one can hear with your head underwater. Knowing that you shouldn’t, muscle memory makes you inhale once again.

You know that you’re dreaming, but that doesn’t make the intake of water into your lungs any less terrifying.

Your hands fly to your throat to try to stop it- a pointless endeavor since it has already entered you, weighing your body down. Glancing towards your feet, another crack of lighting illuminates the water enough for you to see the rope around your ankle before the cinder block tied to the other end starts to descend, dragging you deeper and deeper into the murky depths. The dark gray of the sky fades quickly from your view as you sink, mouth open in another scream for someone- anyone - to save you.

A hand grips yours, tight around the wrist, and you cling to it- drag it down against your chest, press your lips to the skin you find there like it can somehow push air back into your lungs. Relief floods your veins, the warm palm against your own a physical reminder that despite everything you were not alone- drowning but moments from salvation.

When it tries to pull away you resist, dig your claws into your could-be savior, pleading words on your lips that can’t travel on airwaves beneath the water as they are. They pull harder, out of your grasp, and your tears become one with the sea as you are pulled to the bottom of it without them.

Screaming is what awakens you, the ache in your throat violent and sharp enough finally that you bolt upright in your bed, Alastor’s crimson gaze settled on your face, his smile grim and tense. He’s crouched over your frame and holds both of your hands in his, your elbows and legs still fighting against water that no longer surrounds you. There are tiny rivulets of blood on his wrists from where you had grabbed him.

You force yourself to relax, deep breaths that do nothing to soothe the burn in your throat. You stop fighting Alastor, make your limbs go still against him and collapse back against the bed. Tears burn at your eyes, not just those leftover from your dream but new ones at the thought of hurting him while he tried to help you.

“I’m so sorry.” Your voice is a quiet rasp and your body goes boneless, Alastor finally releasing his grip on your hands and leaning back. Unlike the first time this had happened, there is no frantic pounding at the door in response to your screams- he had taken care of that problem after Charlie had shown up to your room in a panic, Vaggie with her spear at the ready before Alastor had explained that it wasn’t necessary. It was only ever when you fell asleep at different times; when he had other matters to attend to in the hotel or radio studio, or times when you feel asleep waiting up for him. He had been horrified to discover them at first, but since becoming accustomed to them he was quick to give you comfort in the aftermath.

He collects you in his arms, pulls you against his chest with a hand in your hair and the other in yours. “No apology necessary, dear,” he murmurs, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head. “I know it’s nothing you can control.”

“I hate this,” you whisper into his shirt. “I hate that it makes me so… so weak.”

You feel his head shake more than you see it. “Never,” he assures you. “You could never be such a thing.”

“You don’t have nightmares,” you say petulantly, and the vibration of his chuckle against you is something you could feel for centuries and never tire of.

“I have other terrors to face, I’m afraid. That doesn’t make the ones you handle any less difficult.”

You sigh, settling deeper into his embrace. “When you took my hand,” you say quietly, “it helped. It was like a lifeline- something to ground myself with. In the dream it felt like a rescue- I didn’t know it was you, I can’t get that far out of it to recognize that- but it helped me feel less alone.” You lower your gaze. “Less like I felt when I died.”

Panicked. Overwhelmed. Desperately, horribly isolated when you had been sent over the side of the ship all those years ago. There had been no cinder block- that part of the nightmare an unfortunate addition from your terrorized mind- your going overboard having been an accident, but the crashing of waves over your head as you tried to scream was always the same, the storm that raged overhead never ending as you had been left behind.

“Look at me.” He uses his hand in your hair to guide your face towards his, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before pressing your foreheads together. “I will never allow you to be in a situation like that again. Whether an external force or the horrors of your mind, I will always be here for you, darling.” With his other hand he gives yours a squeeze. “I will tie my hand to yours in the night if you desire, so I cannot pull away even by accident. So you always have that reminder that I’m beside you. I will not leave you behind.”

You fist your hand in his shirt, bury your face in the fabric so he can’t see the freshest tears. “I love you,” you say, and he brushes his hand gently through your hair once more.

“And I love you, dear. Rest easy now- I’m here with you. I always will be.” He hums something soft and gentle above you, and the low vibrations and the heat of him lulls you back into a blissfully dreamless sleep.

[idv-sunsxin3]

can i request a scenario where a handful of the suitcase gang accidentally consumed sotheby's potion (idk how, they just did lmao) and so turning into their udimos for a day.

w/ diggers, pavia, and horropedia pls. WHEEZE just them tryna grab your attention and you trying to decipher what they want or need 🤣

Pavia, Horropedia, Diggers // Turning into their Udimo

Note// 100% fluff. And not pun intended/ih

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"Y/N!!!" A distressed, familiar voice of a lady yells as you were minding your own business on whatever you were doing(hot mc stuff ig/lh)

"Ms. Sotheby??? What's the matter?" You were nearly startled by her scream that followed after. Asking with a concerned look as you turned to face her - only to see her holding something that is trying to get out of her grip -

"Ms. Y/N!! Please help!!!" Sotheby cries as she raises this creature towards your face as you automatically flinch back in fear of colliding faces with the small one.

"Wait a minute, is that udimo my partner uses on the suitcase---" You were about to point out something once analyzing until you were cut off.

"I know, I know!!! I miscalculated;;; I was working on a potion and and- I accidentally dropped it on the suicase-- and now he is turned into this!!! It'll worn off in one day, i promise- E-EEP!!"

The young lady whines before squeaking when the creature succeeds in escaping from her grip and jumps on you. Making you quickly try to catch it.

"Wow, there!" You say, caught off-guard until you got licked on the tip of your mouth by the udimo, "H-Hey!! That tickles...-!" You say as you try to muffle your giggles while trying to get the udimo to stop licking or poking your face.

Quietly watching you get along with the udimo, it suddenly gave a lightbulb to the little lady with the big hat.

"How about you take care of him as he seems to prefer your company than mine?" Sotheby offers, "I got an earful from Ms. Sonetto on Ms. Timekeeper's behalf, so I have to clean up the suitcase anyway -" She twiddles her thumbs with a nervous cheeky smile.

"Oh, sure." You sweat as you feel unease yet sparkled by the idea, not sure how to take care of someone who is in their udimo form. But it is just one day, right? Plus, your pretty boy looks so cute in this form that you can't help but nuzzle your face on him--!!!

.

.

.

He licks you again...

Huh. We have to work on that;;;

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//Pavia//

Pavia is not pleased... not even a single bit when he becomes aware of his condition.

Barks in 'M*RDE!!!'

He is already making some plans on to talk to Sotheby after that--(uh oh).

But on the brighter side--- he finally can talk to his children in their language. Now he has to run with them and other kinds of wolf pack stuff like he wished to do before when he was like... a man/lh

He was growling and barking like some edgy pup the entire time he was woth Sotheby. Who was so terrified the entire time she had to put him into a cage(hahaha) with the help of some people before coming to you.

The moment he found you, he got even more insane by barking louder. As if telling 'Y/N!!! Y/N!!! HERE!! GET ME OUT OF THIS TINY JAIL!!' until he realized it just kept scaring you away, becoming harder to ask for help.

So he ended up trying to apologize by making whimpering noises as his ears went droopy while now dropping on the floor as if trying to chill with his small angry tears - huh??? Is that really Pavia???

You eventually help im release him before Sotheby can protest - that he's now nudging his nose on to your knee as if silently asking for attention. Whimpering more with his eyes now sparkling at you.

"Aww... easy there."

He rubs his face on your leg now as you rub his ears. His tail washing and calming down...

Well, until he starts barking and trying to chase Sotheby to bite her if only she didn't immediately dash away - aiyayai....

Once you feel less intimidated by him, now he tries to tell you he wants gelato just by dragging you by the shirt and pawing a picture of it with his claws.

REALLY, BOY...? THAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU WANNA DO??

I guess he really wants to chill down with something cool, huh--

But then you quickly remember that the dessert won't be wolf friendly--- so you gently nag him that you can'tgive it to him---

.

.

.

Pavia licks your hand before licking you.

"Hey- You should stop doing that or else I'm going to be drenched with your saliva;" You whine as you try to clean your cheek. He doesn't listen and starts licking and softly biting on your arm, too, as if teasing, "Stoooopp--!"

It will be a long day...---

The next day, when he finally comes back to normal, that's when things are really getting crazy again.

You were sleeping with him, so the moment you were starting to slowly wake up from your slumber, you swear you feel strong arms around your body as if clinging on you---

You quickly wake up to notice the familiar tattoos on the knuckles of the hands--- identifying them as your boyfriend's.

But the thing is, you didn't expect to find him naked on the bed beside you.

"AH-" You were about to fall off the bed the moment you wake up and see him - LIKE WHO WOULDN'T JFHDNRNR???

It didn't take a second to catch you before pulling you close to his bare chest. Cuddling against you.

"...Buongiorno." He says with a smug look. Before licking your nose.

"Hey!!!"

"Heh."

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//Horropedia//

Tilts head in doggo.

He really didn't have this on this year's bingo list. Okay/lh

The sad part is that he can not even be capable of yapping about stuff to you!!! How cruel;;; (it still doesn't spare the fact he woofs a lot as if he's talking)

But well, he was actually calm and rational enough to just follow Sotheby so she can help him find you--- the moment where he spots you is when he gets off of her grips and paws on your shirt. Wagging his tail so quickly.

Starts yapping and barking nonstop at you. Your poor self is having calculations on your mind about wth is he saying--- 'Y/N, omg, can you believe this??? I'm a dog, a dog!!! This is bad, so bad!!!' Bark bark bark bark ba-

Of course, he is aware that the potion will be worn off eventually. He just wanted to scare you by thinking he is panicking= meaning it's actually bad. Since it's rare for him to panic like that.

But spoilers= it's not really bad, lol.

It gets him desperate to want you to know what he wants, not just your attention, that he keeps pawing you gently to your forehead as if bonking you

'Noooo wrong, that's not what I meant..!' Puppy whimpering as he says that internally;;;

So far other than the noises and how talkative he usually is, it really honestly didn't make much of a difference when he is yapping at you in dog(like he gives dog energy when he is goofing or looking happy--)

But yeah, he always paws your leg whenever asking you to reach something for him many times--- like a horror novel from the top shelf, magazines, whatever that can keep him entertain without reminding himself of the predicament until it's over---

You ended up giving him a lot of books on his bed and dog friendly snacks so he can just sit there and flip the pages by himself with his nose---- smart doggo...

Now the way he is getting pampered by being helped in reaching stuff is pretty nice. Even he has a day off from work to binge on his hobby with you now!!! What a paradise.

Once he turns back to normal- he'll be shocked.

Like the moment he starts to wake up from hus sleep, he has a blurred vision of his hands caressing your neck as your back was facing him - wait, HANDS???

He takes a look at his hands as if it is a dream. He pinches himself - ouch, not a dream for sure... Then, he notices something..

Why does he feel chilly.

He slowly looked under the sheets -

He is naked, yep.

He was about to say "yikes-" but remembers you're still sleeping. Keeping that in mind, he tries to sneak away from the bed to go get some clothes -

Until your hands started palming to where he is, pulling him closer to you once they found him.

Now he is a statue. A sweating, flustered, naked statue.

Sigh... those typical aftermath scenes of a person turning back to humans from animals but ends up being naked - how typical indeed. He's gotta wake you up on this one now, huh.

Hey, he doesn't have much fear about waking you up- but accidentally flashing you with his naked slim body in the process is a different story!!!!

"Eh... eh... oh... Babe...?" He whispers as he tries to poke your sides.

... Now, this is a true horror scene in his mind.

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//Diggers//

He really thought it was juice.

But no, it wasn't;;; 😭

He was calm enough to stay in Sotheby's arms until he decided to hop into yours--- staring intensively at you with those big eyes that seem like they're about to cry;;;

'Baby, help me,,,," 😭🥺 He pleads, but ends up sounding like he is croaking softly. Crap...

Now he's going to be a frog inside a bubble for one day - how is he going to eat now when he's hungry???

He was about to make more worried frog noises as he had to come to the conclusion he had to meditate throughout hunger;;; until you just simply popped his big bubble with a finger.

...Oh.-

The Frog now hops into your arms now, croaking almost as if it’s purring in 'thank you'.

Awww...

So far, Diggers has been a pretty peaceful frog vibing on the palm of your hands.

Well, he may also go silly and start jumping and hopping everywhere at his van - all carefree and adventurous. He would try and watch how high he is when trying to move around outdoors.

Despite him being on your palms once in a while because his skin needs to breath sometimes, he doesn't demand much from you as he always seems to take liking of stating at you work--- except that he has these big doe eyes of a tiny frog now.

I can imagine that he sometimes floats when he summons the huge bubble back to engulf him--

he would be struggling to control how to float towards you at first, but the more willing he wants to stay close to you, the better he was at it;;;

It didn't help when you told him you were just going to be off for 2 minutes for a drink, and he's already trying to follow you by blowing bubbles with his own mouth😭

His doe eyes only close for a long time whenever you gently rub his tiny head;;;;

Once he goes back to normal, he is surprised when seeing his state---- happy surprise.

He wasn't fazed by the fact that he's naked. It's so funny.

Now he sobs happily as he can finally be a man once again---!!! Freedom!!!

He giggles happily before planting kisses on your forehead once seeing you wake up and blushing from seeing him shirtless.

"Darling, I'm finally back,,,"

(also mopping on a corner.... Thinking he has been acting so chaotic around you, he couldn't forgive himself and that he won't get head rubs from you fhdhdbdb)

Oh, how much he underestimated you - you still give him headrubs!!! (He luvs them so much, my god;;)

[mermaidgirl30]

✨Just Breathe: The Dinosaur Diaries - Sticky Situation ✨

Series Masterlist

A/N: This is my contribution to @undercoverpena April Showers Challenge! This was a really fun write, and I loved exploring an AU that is near and dear to my heart 💙 Please consider reblogging or leaving comments if you like this piece ☺️ I expanded and decided to do a little series, so be on the lookout for more parts to this 🥰

Series Summary: After going under the wings of doctor Miller, the hottest paleontologist you’ve ever seen, he takes you on a little adventure as his research assistant. You’ll get more than just knowledge and dinosaurs, you’ll also end up getting the sweet scientist who can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

Chapter Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a sticky situation in the pouring rain, not to mention a large T-Rex stalks the area you’re in. Joel steps in and saves the day, and he’s the best at calming you down.

Pairing: paleontologist! Joel x fem! reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Tags: Fluff, tension, dinosaurs au, Jurassic Park au, kissing, mentions of smut, paleontologist Joel, protective Joel, cute nicknames

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Your heart thunders in your chest, lightning crackling through your spine as you lean against the dented RV. Rain pours down like a raging monsoon, raindrops like glass cutting into your skin as you shutter in your drenched sweater. You have no breath, no words in your constricted throat as your eyes stay wide, sheer terror coursing through your veins.

“Don’t move,” Joel whispers as he slips his hand around your wrist, his calloused fingers burning through your skin as the heat of his touch makes you feel a little less like you’re on thin ice.

His movements are slow, steady, composed as he pushes his broad back into your chest, his large frame towering over you as he covers you from view. From the large, starving T-Rex that stands mere inches from your face.

You feel its breath, its slimy drool as it dips its massive head and sniffs for its prey. Which is you. You are the prey, and it’s your own damn fault for going outside when it was dark. You knew it wasn’t safe. You knew. Joel warned you. Why didn’t you just listen?

The dinosaur's leathery skin collides against yours, just barely skimming its scratchy body against the surface of your arm as it lifts its head and lets out the loudest roar you’ve ever heard in your life.

Joel squeezes your hand and presses a little closer as he turns his head carefully and whispers against the shell of your ear. “Stay calm. It’ll go away as long as you're silent. Focus for me, sweetheart. Breathe,” he whispers gently against your skin as you feel his plush lips graze against yours, his pine scent filling your senses as it automatically calms your panicked body.

“Joel,” you whisper out terrified, your mouth brushing against his jawline where his soft salt-and-pepper scruff sits, the area you so hungrily lapped against earlier as he had you pinned against the little wooden table in the vehicle, rutting deep inside you as he painted you shades of white between your sticky thighs.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just stay put, sweetheart. Ain’t gonna let anything happen to you,” he says adamantly as his deep, gravelly voice soothes every aching bone in your body.

Your foot catches on the side of a slippery rock and you freeze as you see the ravenous dinosaur turn toward you as its sharp claws dig into the sinking mud that turns into a dirty swimming pool. You hold your breath and close your eyes, trying your best not to make a single sound as Joel takes a step back, crowding your body as you feel his heat encase you as the rain continues to pound against your shaking body.

You can practically hear his soothing voice graze through your mind. Don’t make any movements. Breathe. You’re gonna be just fine.

You feel the rumbling of the jagged rocks underneath and tense your body as you wait for its teeth to rip into your flesh as it swallows you whole. You sink against the side of the RV just waiting for that awful moment when suddenly, you hear a distant roar in the distance. You feel the T-Rex turn toward the noise as it stomps off into the direction of the roar, saving you from what you thought was your watery grave. You hear the distant crashing of green vines and towering trees that fill the jungle. And then it’s quiet, only the sounds of pelting rain hitting the muddy ground.

You keep your eyes closed tight, your fingers flexed as you concentrate on not falling completely apart where you stand. You feel Joel try to pull you out of your misery, but his voice is far away. That deep rumble in a fog as you pretend this didn’t happen, that you didn’t nearly get yourself killed, along with Joel.

“Hey, sweetheart, open your eyes,” he says softly against your ear as you try to fight him off, keeping your eyes closed until you know it’s safe.

Joel shakes you, stirs you from your anxious thoughts and calls your name adamantly as he cups your face and whispers words of affirmation. “You’re alright. C’mon now. Open those pretty eyes for me.”

You bite your lower lip and slowly peel your eyes open and then gasp at the vision that stands before you. Joel stands there in the pouring rain, deft fingers clinging to your jawline as he cups your face affectionately, soft honey eyes staring straight into yours as rain pelts against his tanned skin. Water slips down his hair, his tousled curls slicked back by the rain as his green flannel sits soaked to his broad shoulders, his biceps flexing as he focuses solely on you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come out here so late. I knew better, and I…”

He cuts you off as he pushes you up against the cool metal of the RV, one hand lingering on your jawline as his other snakes around your hip. His lips crash against yours as you taste sugar and coffee, the perfect mix that sets your taste buds on fire as you drink him down hungrily.

You part your lips and allow him to slot his tongue in. He laps at the inside of your mouth, your tongues colliding together as you breathe in the smell of autumn leaves and rain water that drips off his lips onto yours.

The kiss is hungry, romantic as you slide your hands through his dripping wet curls, twisting your fingers around him so you can be that much closer to him. He lifts you up and wraps your legs around his torso as you pant into his mouth, his calloused fingers digging into your skin as it burns for him.

It’s like a dream, the pouring rain and muted sparks of lightning across the dark sky mixing together to make the heated kiss that much more romantic. You stay like that for minutes just getting lost in each other, lost in the flavor of him.

When you’re both completely out of breath, Joel sets you down on the ground and rests his forehead against yours as he chuckles lightly, his smile lighting up his honey eyes like Christmas lights that shine bright just for you.

“What’s so funny?” you ask as you push against his broad chest. “I nearly got us killed,” you groan as you sulk into the back of the RV.

Joel cups your chin and pulls your face up to his as he looks calmly at you with a soft smile playing on his lips. “Next time jus’ be a little more careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs as he dips down and places a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Before you can ask why he isn’t mad, he bends down and picks something up against the rocks that sit at your feet. “Besides, I wouldn’t have found this if it wasn’t for you,” he grins as he holds up a broken, sharp black claw that clearly came from the T-Rex.

Your eyes go wide as you trace the edge of the claw. “Is this…”

“Yeah, it sure is,” he beams as he slides his thumb over the sharp curve of the claw. “Came right from that Tyrannosaurus rex. Now I have physical proof. Exactly what I needed to collect to do some data research and some tests in the lab.”

His eyes light up like sparkling fireworks as he places the specimen in the pocket of his denim jeans. He hooks his arms around the back of your waist and brings you closer to his chest as he grazes his lips over the sheen of your rain covered lips.

You grip his damp flannel shirt and smile up at him as you brush your nose over his. “My smart paleontologist finally gets his real life dinosaur experience, yeah?” you hum as he brushes his wet lips over yours.

“Mhm, this smart scientist wants to go make love to his gorgeous assistant in the RV. Maybe take a warm shower first, make some hot coffee, maybe sit you on my lap so I can kiss you again and again and again.” He grabs a hold of your hair and presses his plush lips against yours once more as you fall into his arms, completely and utterly hooked on him. The man you fell head over heels for that first day in the lab.

When you pull your lips from his, he takes your hand and squeezes as he drags you back inside. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you back inside where it’s warm. Wanna go make love to my girl.”

Tags 💙 @keylimebeag @sawymredfox @amyispxnk @princesatracionera @mountainsandmayhem @lotusbxtch @littlevenicebitch69 @syd-djarin

[fujii-draws]

Hi I just wanted to say that I love Ribbons and Aimilios so much, they're so cute and sweet!!!

May I make a humble request for Ribbons and Amilios fluff,,,

I must know these dweebs are happy and would love to hear how they eventually fell for eachother!!!

AAA!! I’ve thought about this ask so much. And I’m happy to finally deliver!!!

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Ironically enough, Ribbons and Aimilios didn’t start out as ‘great friends’ from the jump.

Unlike main game. After Aimilios convinces her to join Wigglytuff’s guild on a whim, their relationship is… well.

Firstly, Aimilios tends to get slightly annoyed by Ribbon’s lack of preparation. Laziness. And hasty behavior. Feeling like she isn’t taking his dream as seriously as he thought she would.

And Ribbons— doesn’t like Aimilios for his stick-in-the-butt, teacher’s pet attitude. And how he never trusts her with things like the treasure bag/map. Constantly putting the load on himself, leaving her with nothing to do.

They still are on good terms! They do enjoy certain aspects of eachother! It’s just that they also dislike other aspects of their partner. Which; results in Ribbon’s teasing of the Riolu. (Playing ‘keep-away’, hiding certain items to get on his nerves.) Which was in good fun in hopes to lighten him up more. That isn’t to say it wasn’t mean-spirited at times.

And Aimilios in turn; rats on her whenever she becomes too troublesome to deal with. His clean-freak nature also causes him to misplace a lot of her items— (Which, Ribbons looked almost ready to bite Aimilios when her brown Patsy bow went missing.)(Until he told her where he put it, deciding to nip him another day.) And in-general their relationship starts on a rocky start. And why they fail so many jobs in the beginning due to their lack of coordination and teamwork.

They like eachother enough to work together… but not to see eye-to-eye. Aimilios starts to wonder if asking Ribbons to join him was a mistake… and that her heroism at Beach Cave was a major fluke.

…until Drowzee kidnaps Azurill.

Aimilios was Frozen when confronted with the hypnosis Pokémon. An outlaw? And not only that— a Psychic type? The Riolu was nothing short of terrified. That is, until Ribbons piped up. Barking towards the criminal with not a single drop of fear in her voice. This, in turn give the Aura Pokémon the confidence to fight back aswell.

(…This is also When their first really positive interaction happens, Aimilios being the one to reciprocate Ribbons joking-tendency with a jab of his own. Stating how starving she must be for her stomach to growl like an Ursaring. Till his stomach does aswell, making both young Pokémon’s laugh.) (And later that night when they’re in their haybeds, he whispers how brave/cool she was today.)

(Which makes Ribbons face light up, before trying to play it off like ‘Yeah that’s cool.’ Until her tail betrays her—giving away how happy that compliment made her. Just from the sheer velocity alone.) (She tells Aimilios to shut up when he laughs at the endearing display.)

After that… they start to trust eachother a little more. Aimilios shares more items with her. Lets her lead more Job Requests, snitching on her less. Actually even aiding her in mischievous/morally questionable activities, like steal A/S Rank jobs.

Chatot is super strict about what Jobs they take as junior Explorers—Aimilios only agreeing because he wants to prove himself. He feels the rush of adrenaline when they escape the Guild with their newfound jobs, Ribbons patting him on the back and ‘welcoming him to the dark side’.

“If Chatot catches us, we’ll never hear the end of it.” The breathless riolu stated. Looking over to his partner, who had a toothy grin plastered on her face.

“Then we won’t get caught.” Ribbons responded with confidence. Playfully placing her paw on his snout.

“Cmooon—That birdbrain won’t know what hit him! As long as you don’t tattle!~”

“…You’re a horrible influence.” The Riolu huffed out, smiling despite his backhanded comment.

On the flip side, Ribbons stops stealing items away from the Aura Pokémon as much like she used to. (She’s still teasing the ballocks out of him. Only difference being that she knows when to stop when it actually starts to upset him.) (The Riolu is still sticking his tongue out in retribution to the Eevee’s crimes. >:<.) (She blows a raspberry back >:3)

And… they start to notice certain things they really like about the other.

Ribbons loves how intelligent Aimilios is. The reason she was so butthurt towards him the first time…was because she was jealous. He was clearly the brains of their little rag-tag duo. She still doesn’t know why Aimilios chose her as his partner. He could do so much better. She also adores how he’s able to be gutless and quick-witted despite his fears. In Ribbons eyes—That’s bravery. Not the dumb, ‘Fuck-it-we-Ball’ mentality she has.

Something else she likes but can’t wrap her head around with the type of Pokémon they meet, is his kindness. She doesn’t know how he does it. Or why he’s able to tolerate so many of their clients. Ribbons… also views that as another strength he had, but she lacked— Arcues knows how short-tempered the Eevee was. And certain Pokémon began to take advantage of Aimilios . Which makes Ribbons extremely protective of him—standing protectively infront of the riolu during fights despite her size. (Around this time; Team skull.) She hates those punks so much. Ohhh do they make her blood boil.

She feels her heart twisting into knots when she sees Aimilios lost all sparkle in his eye. Only dejectedly laying on his haybed with sunken pupils as he lost the opportunity to join the expedition. The Eevee secretly wishes him a goodnight, brushing his fur with her tounge. Before returning to her bed. Praying that he’ll get picked—even if it meant giving up her spot if she got in.

And Aimilios… hoo boy.

Much like in-game, he’s enamored by how fearless she is. How she’s able to speak her mind to the largest and strongest of Pokémon. (You should’ve seen his face when she insulted The Great Dusknoir straight to his face.) He draws a ton of strength from her. He wouldn’t even be accomplishing his dream if it wasn’t for her.

Something else he loves about her… is her jokes. She has some of the most cornball humor to grace the Grass-continents. You can hear the entire guild groaning whenever she makes one.

So imagine to Ribbon’s surprise when she turns to face her Riolu partner one day— covering his mouth with his paws with tears in his eyes. Trying so desperately not to laugh. (She makes it her mission to make his ass laugh and admit to her face that she’s funny.)(It’s an on-going gag even after evolution.) And overall just how infectious her silly, carefree attitude is.

(She’s also the reason why he stops being so much of a people-pleaser. Aimilios didn’t notice it at first, but squabbling and being frustrated with her at times in the beginning… it helped him grow a bit of a spine.)

And that’s when the seeds of their friendship and other feelings begin to sprout.

During their first Expedition with Bidoof, Ribbons sees first hand just how much Aimilios is growing— taking more of the lead and being in charge. Not because he doesn’t trust her— but because he’s gaining confidence for himself. (Her cheeks do not become tinted with pink when she witnesses this.)

And when Aimilios is mere moments away from fleeing from the Groudon-illusion. He sees Ribbons start to grin. Exclaiming how she’s been itching for a real fight. (Which also doesn’t make him fluster up like a Red Gummi. Nope. Natta.)(That’s his hubris-filled maniac and no one else’s.)

And… they mutually get flustered watching the Volbeat Geyser. Aimilios exclaiming just how beautiful it is while Ribbon’s eyes lock on him—Before she laying her head on his shoulder. Making the startled Riolu look her way. Before carefully closing the distance, wrapping his arm around her.

(The guild members absolutely tease those two mercilessly for that display when trecking back to the Guild, and a few more days afterwards.) (Aimilios covers his face in embarrassment while Ribbons tells them to screw off.)

After the expedition to Fogbound Lake— their teamwork and rapport improve drastically. Being able to take on a number of jobs like that hadn’t before. Thanks to their newfound coordination and ability to be on the same wavelength. Complimenting eachother on a job well done.

They do little gestures for eachother to show the other how much they care. (Aimilios helps organize her Treasure bag with permission. Studying Unown runes/Gatekeeping duty. Patching her up from bad jobs.) (Very adamant about the last one.) (Scolding her for barely taking care of herself. Not noticing her staring at him adoringly.)

While Ribbons tends to spare him from particularly mean jokes. Getting actively frustrated towards Pokémon who treat Aimilios slightly wrong. Grooming him with her tongue during nights at the Guild. (He’s so focused on guild work that he forgets to take care of himself.)

The flaws they once detested about the other become things they now love about one another.

Ribbon’s laziness evolves into her teaching Aimilios to relax. Aimilios’s judgmental views are now more worrisome things he notices; asking Ribbons to exercise caution whenever she takes a job alone.

Ribbons listens to the riolu go on and on about a certain book he’s reading with stars in his eyes, gazing softly towards the aura pup. Aimilios listens to all of her bad jokes, barely stifling his laughter around her.

Aimilios watching lovingly at her ability to make connections with other Pokémon effortlessly, even with how dumb she feels.(He wishes he wouldn’t call herself such things.) While Ribbons loves just how intellectual he is, not minding his trouble with looking Pokémon in the eye.

They enjoy eachothers company so much. Becoming nearly nigh inseparable. Going from two, squabbling kids. To being attached to the other’s hip. Substituting for their partner’s weaknesses with their strength. Almost in a Yin-Yang fashion. (Opposites attract afterall ;3)They become co-dependent. (Which is very much a flaw… but it’s the one they never grow out of.)

And After that…! Aimilios is the first one the catch feelings! Mainly bc Ribbons is denser than the Relic Fragment tied around the Aura Pokémon’s neck. Wondering if some divine intervention was punishing him. That and Ribbons just thought she saw Aimilios as a really good friend as the explanation for why she felt fuzzy around him. (I’m not joking.)(You underestimate her singular braincell.)

The aura pup goes to Dusknoir for advice. Trying to be as VAUGE as possible towards the ghost-type when referring to certain ‘Pokémon A’ that ‘Pokémon B’ (which is NOT Aimilios.) would like to get to know better.

Dusknoir immediately catches on, finding this literal case of ‘puppy love’ to be endearing. (And absolutely entertaining.)(He promises to not tell a soul, with Aimilios responding ‘I-I didn’t mean anything by it!! Why are you swearing secrecy on something totally not connected to me—!’)

Although Ribbons is oblivious— her watching Aimilios nearly get murdered by Grovyle made her feel upset. Really upset. Watching him barely breathe while Dusknoir carried the two of them… Ribbons with the last on her strength crawled over to him (Much to the wraith’s dismay, imploring her to not hurt herself.) …Before she curls into him, sniffling a little.

No one else but Dusknoir is able to detach the tearful Eevee from her partner. The cloaked specter only having done so to make sure the Riolu was healed and patched up properly. (That didn’t stop the Eevee from crying out for her partner in her sleep.)(…The ghost-type gently brings the Riolu to her haybed—Ribbons immediately curling into and purring.)

And then they’re dragged into the Paralyzed future. Where their friendship is heavily tested.

The two don’t say anything at first, but hold slight resentment towards one another, mainly towards Ribbons not using her D.Scream, and Aimilios not using his aura sensing/sharing so much information with that damned ghost.

So when looking at the stockade lights, an argument breaks out. Just a screaming match between two terrified kids that want nothing more than to escape the hell they’ve been forced into.

They go back and forth, back and forth on who’s to blame. Until Aimilios’s angry screams slowly transform into uncontrollable sobs. Telling Ribbons that she was right and it was his fault. Ribbon’s heart nearly shatters as she watches Aimilios fall to the ground holding himself.

She immediately rushes to now, sobbing riolu. Telling Aimilios that she was being stupid and she only snapped in anger— begging for him to stop crying. Because if he does, then sh-she’ll…

She pulls him into a hug. Aimilios clings onto her like his life depended on it— with the Eevee embracing her partner so tightly. Muttering apologies like a broken record. The scene goes about the same, the only other change being how Ribbons looks back towards the way they ran from. Staring at the abyss-like cavern in fear of the ghost-type pursuing them. (She shakes it off. She can’t afford to be scared. She has to be strong. For him.)

So Ribbons continues to protect Aimilios during their run from the revenant they trusted. Constantly picking him up, getting infront of him to take hits during dungeons, etc. and it helps Aimilios… continuing to draw strength from his partner. (Even when he’s begging her to stop nearly getting herself maimed in the dungeon. Which falls on deaf ears; Both Pokémon exchanging somewhat bitter glances.)

So how hilarious is it when Aimilios watches Ribbon’s back away in fear for the first time. Being completely frozen just like the time in the future. Unable to retort anything Dusknoir said. Being reduced to tears. Her ears pinning back as her pupils dilated to cat-slits. Breathing heavily as the open clearing spun from vertigo.

Oh how hysterical! Oh how simply entertaining it was to the ghost-type!!

But Aimilios wasn’t laughing.

Not one bit.

He gets infront of his now, trembling Eevee partner; angrily baring his fangs about how they weren’t Dusknoir’s puppets— before yelling loud enough that his scream emenanted an aura. An Aura large enough that made Dusknoir flinch, and even Primal Dialga react—squinting annoyedly towards the pup.

(If Aimilios took a quick glimpse from behind—he would’ve seen a glossy-eyed Eevee, staring up at him in complete awe.)

That same night when they returned to the present— Ribbon’s had a nightmare about Dusknoir. Waking up in a cold sweat as a voice called out so desperately for her. She opens her eyes, only to be greeted with a very worried-looking Riolu.

She takes a moment to process why Aimilios looked so worried, before it all came back to her, every horrible word she spouted towards her precious partner. And how he was still trying to see if she was okay after everything she said. Ribbons cries her heart out—Aimilios now being the one to hold his tearful partner.

When she’s finally shed her tears… the Riolu offers to let her sleep in his haybed for the night. Ribbons hesitates, before nodding silently. Not wanting to use her voice in fear of blubbering again.

Sharing the haybed was a good idea from the way Ribbon’s clung to Aimilios— almost immediately sleeping in the comfort and safety of her partner’s arms. While Aimilios is looking at her… it hits him all at once. How small she is. How fragile she is. Even with how brave the sleeping fox was. He saw her terrified for the first time.

Just how many times did she help him? How many nights had Ribbons listened to him. Comforted him. Gave him confidence. And exactly how many times did he repay the favor…?

This epiphany only makes the Riolu hold onto the frail Eevee even tighter.

Ribbons senses this change when she feels Aimilios is the one starting to take as many hits and she does for him. Confidently asking to lead the party at times as to make the load easier on her. And… it nearly clicks. Ribbons nearly figures out her weird, fuzzy emotions. But keeps suppressing them; save the world first— then weird butterflies in tummy!

And it’s When Ribbons is disappearing— it’s in that moment she finally realizes her feelings towards the aura pup. But…

Rather than making the grand gesture of revealing how she truly felt— she bites her tongue. Hard. Was she really going to make her goodbye even harder on Aimilios? After what she pulled? After lying to him?

…even after she returns. She never tells him. In Ribbons eye’s? She lost her opportunity the second she hurt Aimilios. So much. with her stupid sacrifice. With her stupid words towards the stressed pup in the future. Not feeling worthy of being anything more with the Riolu out of guilt.

(That, plus Future Trio returning adds a bunch more to their plate before they can figure it out.)

Speaking of Which, they act as wing-Pokémon for the two, the three older mons almost playing a game of Cupid with Ribbons and Aimilios. (With Ribbons gaining help from the two grass-types, and Aimilios from the ghost.)(Those three see how much those two are holding back from one another and by the legends they are going to help these kids.)

It takes an absurd amount of time. But…

Ironically enough? The one who’s braver enough to take the first step… is Aimilios.

He asks Ribbons to walk with him towards the Beach, the same one where their journey began. Aimilios also no-so-subtly waited to make his confession when the Krabby blew bubbles. (Ribbons stares at him knowingly and smugly.)(He tells her to ‘B-be quiet—!’ and listen to what he has to say.)

And it’s just… the most corniest love confession. Everything about it. The setting. The bubbles… it’s so overly cheesy and sentimental. Just like Aimilios.

And Ribbons feels her smile faltering more and more when he goes on— before she starts crying unexpectedly. Aimilios asks what’s wrong— hoping for them to be happy tears rather than sad ones. And unfortunately; It’s the latter.

Ribbons tells Aimilios to not waste his time on her. To find someone better—someone who won’t hurt him. She spills her guts about why she was so hesitant to confess for so long.

“…You’re afraid.”

“E-eh..?! I-I mean…” Ribbons looks away, her tail coyly rubbing the side of her shoulder. “I guess…”

“T-then don’t be..!” The Riolu declared— hovering his fists infront of his chest. “I-I want you to be brave..! Be—“

“The bravest ever.” It was astonishing how the two Pokémon read eachother’s mind— finishing the sentence Aimilios begun in unison.

After that I have a little animatic idea in the tune of ‘Best Worst Mistake’ with those two. Which near the end of it… ends with the Aura Pokémon picking up Ribbons and spinning her— to then connect foreheads.

Only for a cyan light to wrap around the two Pokémon… what emerges from it, being a Sylveon and Lucario.

Seeing themselves evolve at the same time… they laugh with tears in their eyes. Ribbons tackles the hell out of Aimilios as their limbs are entangled on the same beach they met. Tails wildly wagging as they embrace eachother. Not minding the sand getting stuck to their fur.

…Future Trio is witnessing all of this happen in real time. With Celebi nearly chuckling as she watches the grass and ghost-types be on the verge of tears.

The two Pokémon go to the trio hours later— telling them how it’s official. Grovyle puts his hands in the Sylveon’s shoulder’s—kneeling as he exclaims just how proud he is. On the other side of the bluff— Dusknoir is telling Aimilios the same thing— cupping the Lucario’s face in near tears. Bellowing out just how far the Lucario has come. (Ribbons and Aimilios Are NOT choked up by their gestures. They both have leftover sand in their eyes. That’s why they’re crying.)

Their relationship is still relatively the same. Ribbons being the same, playful and gutsy girl she is. Playing harmless pranks on her partner. Being overly protective of him, etc. While Aimilios remains the clever pup that he is. Letting Ribbons gnaw on him arm whenever she gets bite-y, keeping track of their shared items. Cleaning her matted tail and adding Garcedia flowers from Shaymin peak… That isn’t to say that their relationship is perfect— still finding themselves hitting bumps along the road and arguing. The main difference being that they’re more mature— and aren’t kids anymore. (It’s us vs the problem, not me vs you) type growth. (Even if it takes awhile to get there with the Lucario’s self-loathing issues.)

That being said, Ribbons loves PDA w/ Aimilios. Even when the poor Lucario flusters. (She stops when he’s about to turn as red as a Cherri Berry.)(That isn’t to say he’s being spared when they return to the bluff >:3)

Yet ironically enough, whenever they’re behind closed doors; it’s the reverse with Aimilios flustering her right back. He’s been able to do so at the start of Post-Game—The only difference being that he’s gotten much more consistent in finding the Sylveon’s weak points. (Ribbons hates him for it.)(How dare he use her own powers against her. She isn’t supposed to be the blubbering mess.)

(Also they begin to share their haybed in the beginning of post-game—Constantly waking the other up to protect them from their nightmare lest they have one.)(They never separated it since.)(…Well okay maybe ONE TIME but THATS FOR ANOTHER DAY >:3)

[Tl;dr: They squabble and get annoyed by eachother. Before they become overly codependent/protective of the other. A silly, unkept, mischievous Eevee/Sylveon—with her stressed-out, lanky, goody-two shoes Riolu/Lucario partner.]

(+ some old art I never shared for y’all’s troubles)

[dearsnow]

omg can i have maybe a silly awkward confession + first kiss w steve randle???

tysm i love ur works sm <33

8:00

- steve randle desperately wants to confess to you, but it never seems to go in the way he expects. (steve randle x gn!reader but it’s mentioned that steve has liked girls in the past, fluff, unedited)

word count: 820

a/n - yes in this story you are EXACTLY steve’s type bc he loves you!! and tysm :,)

If Steve knows one thing, it is not how to flirt successfully. How to fix cars and punch things, maybe, but the idea of romance with another person is so foreign to him that he wouldn’t even know where to start. He can throw compliments and ask people out no problem- the problem comes when it’s time for them to say “yes”. He had a girlfriend at one point, god knows how that happened, but like most things, it ended pretty quickly. It left him slightly heartbroken and more than slightly insecure in his ability to secure another relationship.

But when he saw you, waltzing into the DX looking like his exact type, he couldn’t stop himself from trying.

“Hey there-“

“Steve, come help me with this.” Soda called, wiping some sweat off his face with his sleeve. “I just can’t get it to fit.”

And so began Steve’s campaign. Every time you walked by, he would attempt to move the conversation towards asking you out, but something or someone always got in the way. Eventually, the attempts got less and less frequent. The world just seemed to not want his brazen attempts at romance.

If you’re being honest, ever since you saw him while walking by the gas station, you’ve been hooked on Steve Randle. You’re always nice to the greasers and even befriended a few of them, but something about him just makes you nervous. He’s too handsome, too cocky, and too often talking to girls. Of course, that doesn’t stop you from liking him.

Sodapop knows. He sees how you stare at him, even though you look away as soon as he catches you. He sees your awkwardness, your giddy smile, and he sees that Steve, for once, can’t seem to find his words.

“You should do it.” He says. You turn around.

Soda has a grin on his face, and it terrifies you. “Do what?”

“Ask him out. Steve, I mean. You know he likes you- I think I’ve told you a million times since you first came ‘round.”

You’re dumbfounded. Soda raises his eyebrows, gesturing at the boy in the corner. Ask him out? You? You, ask out the guy you’ve been crushing on for practically forever now? “I don’t think so.” You lower your voice. You doubt Steve can hear your conversation, but you keep it hush-hush for safety’s sake.

You want to. You really, really want to, but there never seems to be a right time.

“Just do it.” He elbows you. “Steve! Steve, come here a minute. They need help.” He yells, giving you a wink. Your heart beats a million miles a minute in your chest as Soda walks away and Steve walks towards you. Has Steve always looked so good in the dingy gas station lighting?

It’s now or never, you guess.

“Whaddya need?” Steve questions. He has a little air of giddiness to his voice, like he’s waiting to say something he’s been keeping inside for a long time.

You take a deep breath. If Soda’s wrong, you’re going to wring his neck. But you need to do it. You just need to, and now’s as good a time as any.

“I just… uh, would you want to see a movie with me? When you’re done with work, of course.” You look away, bracing yourself for a potential rejection.

“Aw man, you couldn’t even let me do it myself?” Steve borderline whines. “I’ve been wantin’ to ask ya that for forever now.”

Your mouth opens just a little bit as you stare at him, face heating up. Soda was right.

Steve moves a bit closer, his hands shoved haphazardly in his pockets. “I like ya. Have for a while, I mean. So yeah, we should hit the drive-in when it gets dark.”

He has a dopey smile on his face, and you’ve never seen anything so cute in your life. He’s rough around the edges, but there’s something smooth in the way you feel secure in his presence. “I’d love that. I like you too, by the way.”

Steve could cheer, but he settles for a subtle fist-pump and a mental note to brag to the gang later. He knew it would eventually go his way.

“Do you like me enough to kiss me?” He teases. If it was his choice, he’d kiss you until his lips turn blue. What he doesn’t expect, though, is your agreement.

You, in a great act of bravery, pull him closer and press your lips to his.

The entire world seems to melt away from the two of you as Steve wraps an arm around your waist and keeps a hand on the back of your head. If the world exploded in that moment, neither of you would care.

When you finally pull away, there’s a heavy blush on his cheeks.

“So, the drive-in at 8:00?” You laugh.

“Yeah, geez, for sure.”

[yanverse]

I have to see my husband, show me Yuri. Please.

bbg i GOT chu husband incoming <33 i present to you my yuri magnum opus !!

"Mr. Maeda"

(cws: gn pronouns, work meet cute, office romance, a bit of petty theft, work-inappropriate kisses, obsessive & overprotective behavior, yuri's a lil secret creep)

wc: 3.3k

Here it is. The starting point of the rest of your life. You worried it might be some big, huge corporate building that you'd sooner get lost in than find your way to the office written on your little sheet of paper, but it was small enough to fit its two-story self smack dab on the corner of the avenue. Easy to access, walkable from where you just moved…and still terrifying. This was the only place that would hire you and the first job you'd had that was actually in your field, so to screw this up would ruin years of potential prospects if you ever decided to move upwards and onwards. There was a whole lot riding on this, but all you could do was swallow those doubts and keep your chin up as you pushed through the door and took your first step into the future. 

Ting-ing. A bell chimed overhead to signal your arrival, all other noise from the street growing muffled as the door closed behind you. It was…elegant. Even for an interior decorating office, it seemed lavish. The floors were shiny with fresh wax and the furniture was all arranged so delicately you wouldn't even want to sit, the waiting room off to your left and a showroom to your right while a long hallway extended past the front desk on the far side of the wall. It was all decorated in deep red and white tones for the most part along with some other complementary hues, all save for the bored-looking young woman at the desk who wore a baby-blue top and torn jeans. If nothing else, at least the dress code seemed pleasantly loose. 

"H..." You squeaked out your greeting like a shy mouse as you approached her, her eyes stuck to the pages of a book that laid open by her keyboard. “..H-Hello.”

"Yuri's by appointment only, please book online."

Her instructions came out as bland and monotone as you could ever imagine, a business card with the URL slapped down on the upper counter of her desk to stare right back at you. She hadn't peeled her eyes away from her reading for even a second, but when she did, it was because you'd cleared your throat and mustered up the courage to say that you were actually here for the job. 

"Here for the–oh!" The mere sight of you had her flipping her novel shut and getting up from her seat, her hand stuck out to greet yours as a look of embarrassment overtook her features. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were–e-er, never mind. Welcome! I'm Angel." 

Despite her relatively gentle appearance, the squeeze of her hand was strong–you had little space to dwell on those minor details though, as she briskly skirted around her desk to wave you towards the hall. "I'll take you back to meet Yuri, right this way." 

Clack. Clack. Clack. It wasn't her flats but your polished shoes clicking loudly on the tile, echoing your nerves in the silence that was only peppered by the distant hum of computers and occasional chatter. You'd no idea exactly how many agents worked here, just that it was a small agency. Less people to impress, but more intense scrutiny if you happened to disappoint them with your skills….or lack thereof. God, please let your heart stop beating so loud. Angel reached for a door near the very end of the corridor and you took a deep breath, one that was probably noticeable since she reassured you with a look and a curt smile as it opened. 

"Yuri! Your protégé is here," Her grin grew wider as you balked at her introduction, she patted your shoulder in parting and slipped away as you forced yourself through the doorway and into the brightly-lit office crammed with desks. Chairs had been tucked in tight to allow more room to manoeuvre since it was oddly cramped, but that was mostly because nobody sat in them; your coworkers either leaned against the desks or by the huge bay windows letting in the midday sun, and each and every one of their heads turned to face you once you took a step into their domain. Not one of them commanded your attention like he did, though. 

"Oh, please, Angel. Try not to embarrass me, would you?" His voice, airy and smooth, reached you where you stood and nearly buckled your knees before you even got a glimpse of him. The assembly that loosely surrounded him made way for his lithe frame to step around the furniture and head towards you, smiles creeping across their faces and whispers exchanged between them–it almost distracted you long enough not to look up once he finally stood in front of you. 

Oh no.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Ah…" His eyes darted down from your feet to roam their way back up to your eyes in a single pass, so brief you might've thought it never even happened. "...A real pleasure, my sweet." Yuri's cool, soft hands clamped around yours in a gentle handshake, though he barely moved it and rather just held you there like he needed an excuse to stare longer. 

Oh, god. Your boss is too attractive to get anything done. 

"Y-You too, sir. I've really been looking forward to this." You tried not to stutter out your answer, though Yuri seemed endeared nonetheless and urged you to forget the honours, his grip just barely brushing you once more as he finally managed to drop your hand. 

"Let's…oh, what was I saying?" He blinked with an absent gaze, attention fixated on something over your shoulder before he came back down to earth. A quick glance in your peripheral betrayed nothing of note, aside from your own hair. But to think anything of that would be odd, and far be it from you to put your foot in your mouth in front of a boss that actually seemed to like you. "Oh! Right, right–why don't I show you around? We'll get you settled in a minute, but I'll give you a tour first." 

He extended an arm out elegantly towards the office, your new coworkers clamouring to get their introductions in to the fresh meat in their presence–yet in all the time he spent showing you around, Yuri didn't seem to take his eyes off you for more than a moment or two. 

Which was either a terrible omen of things to come, or a very, very good sign. 

The first three days of a new job were usually the most difficult, but a week had passed now and you could swear the hard part just wasn't coming. Every task you'd been given had been a breeze, and with no real assignments yet since you were still in the learning phase, you were practically getting paid to sit around, experiment with your room designs in the decorator software, and chat with your coworkers in between group lunches and the occasional outing to visit potential clients. 

The man that had now established himself as your boss was nothing at all like what you expected. Sure, your expectations were certainly lower after your last job plummeted you into financial hell and mental anguish, but you expected the top agent of the city's biggest interior design conglomerate to be somewhat prudish, egotistical, and impossible to please.

But Yuri Maeda was nearly the complete opposite of that. He was by no means lackadaisical, and he did carry a certain air of class about him in the way he walked and talked, but he was not at all like other bosses you'd worked for before. He remembered your name when you walked in the door, and he welcomed you with open arms. He was kind to you and spoke gently of your mistakes, and no matter what, he'd never raised his voice or talked down to anyone about anything. 

And he was so, so easy on the eyes. His age showed in nothing but his white hair and even that was more of a fashion statement than anything else–you wouldn't assume a man that barely crested 30 would be so rife with grays under normal circumstances. He didn't even dress like a boss; he'd foregone a suit and tie in exchange for loose, flowing clothing, his shirt hung low to show off his pronounced collarbones while his pants hugged tight to his hips and accentuated those long legs that just kept on going. You'd once asked about his background, and the way his face lit up at the chance to talk about his infancy in Morocco and adolescence in Japan had been the highlight of your day, no doubt. You'd rarely seen such a professional and well-bred man talk so excitedly of his roots while brewing you some coffee and pulling out old photos of his home countries. It was an almost childlike interest, and it endeared him to you even more if that was even possible. 

Yuri had a strange habit, however. At first you thought you were getting hazed by the frequency with which your office supplies was going missing, but soon you started noticing that whatever item you had lost would magically appear in Yuri's hands. You'd caught him with your pencil behind his ear, your colourful paperclips attached to his files, once you could've sworn that someone had taken a sip from the drink you'd left on your desk, though there was no way for you to prove that was even the case. 

Whatever was going on with that, it took a backseat to the unbelievably good treatment you were getting at the office. You couldn't make yourself mess this up on purpose–you had to try as hard as you ever had to make this work and make it last. Where else were you going to get such a nice boss that called you cute nicknames and bought you lunch on a whim? 

But soon came the day that you'd been scheduled to help your first client. You'd been excited leading up to it, eagerly absorbing every ounce of advice that Yuri provided as you prepared to flex your skills.

When you came back to the office in tears, however, that dream had clearly been shattered. Angel at the front desk could barely catch you before you dashed into the bathroom to hide, and even when she followed you in to see what was the matter she herself couldn't believe her ears.

“They hated it,” You sniffled from within the stall, your feet pulled up to press your knees to your chest as if the echoes of your sobs off the walls wasn't enough to tell that you were there. 

“Hated what?”

“Everything! They hated the colours, and my d-designs, they said they were terrible–the worst they've ever seen! They made fun of me!” You sobbed, the events of the morning sending fresh pains into your heart as you heard your own voice repeating them. Angel heaved a sigh from the other side of the bathroom door.

“I'm getting Yuri. Hold on.” 

“No, please, I–I can't let him see me like this, I-” Despite your pleas, the sounds of Angel's shoes pattering away left you feeling defeated, and you slumped your head between your knees. The shame and embarrassment of having such confidence, only to have it ruined in one fell swoop, felt like too much to bear. You wanted to run and hide forever, dig a hole deep enough and jump in. 

You wanted to quit, but you couldn't bear it if Yuri fired you–and after several minutes, hearing a sudden barrage of shouting that sounded like his voice outside the bathroom, you had a feeling that was exactly what was coming. You knew it was too good to be true. Deep down Yuri desired perfection, and you were not that–not even close enough to have tried. 

Just when you started to consider slipping out of the bathroom and facing the music rather than stay inside and keep sobbing pathetically, the door creaked open. Taut footsteps hesitantly stepped inside, and by the soft breathing, you knew exactly who it was. He rapped gently on the stall door with his knuckles. It took you a moment to slide off the closed lid of the toilet seat, the lock jiggling loudly in the eerie quiet as you slowly opened the door.

At first glance, he looked flushed and out of sorts. His hair was mussed, and his breathing was uneven. He had his inhaler in the hand at his side, but whether he had taken a puff or not already, you couldn't tell. The silence, save for that, was painful. 

Unsure of what to say, you looked back at him as he did the same to you. Your eyes were puffy and your cheeks tearstained and still wet, while his chest heaved hard enough that the quiet was finally broken decidedly by a click, and then a deep inhale of breath as he pressed his inhaler to his mouth. 

“Mr. Maeda? Are you…okay?” 

“How many times…” He trailed off, only to cough slightly into his arm, and take another deep puff of his medicine. With that, his lungs finally seemed to clear, and he could take deeper, longer breaths while slipping the inhaler into his pocket. “...I told you, don't have to call me that.”

“You're my boss.”

“I'm also your friend.”

“...Am I fired?” Your question twisted itself out, because it was inevitable to come off your lips, but it was so soft and meek you felt shameful yourself just asking it. Yuri shook his head.

“No, no you're not–you’re not fired, sweetheart. You're invaluable to my team. You're not going anywhere.” He seemed convinced beyond belief, but you weren't quite there yet. Despite his earnestness, despite his friendliness and charm that was distinctly Yuri, you couldn't quite bring yourself to trust that you were really that special in his eyes.

“Th-They hated my designs,” You sniffled, and brought your fingers up to smudge the tears that ran fresh down your cheek. You couldn't yet bring yourself to meet his eyes. “All of them. They said they were worthless, Yuri. They didn't like them.”

“I know.” He shook his head again, a twinge of something fierce coming over his expression. “They were wrong. Just so you know, I told them so over the phone.” He looked a bit sheepish, quietly rubbing the back of his neck. So that must have been the yelling you heard…

“Wh-What? Yuri, they were part of a big account, their main client-” 

“Listen, sweetheart.” He leaned in suddenly, using his height to his advantage as he loomed over you. Not in a menacing way, but more…almost protective, in a sense. “They were worthless. Don't think about them anymore. They weren't worth your designs, nor your time.”

It shocked you to hear him speak so callously of a client, when he had always shown nothing but utmost professionalism in dealing with even the most snobbish of customers. It seemed like there was almost a shift inside him, like something had snapped to make him shout those people down over the phone, and now had him nearly cornering you in the stall as he got closer and closer to you. Only your wide, nervous eyes managed to snap him out of his trance, and at your trembling he stepped back and brushed some hair out of his face as he cleared his throat. 

“You…value my professional opinion, don't you?”

You nodded with little hesitation, yet a lump in your throat forced you to swallow. “Yes, of–of course, Yuri.” 

“Then believe me when I say that you are far better than you think. You're smart, and very talented, and…kind, and…very, very lovely. You're a treasure to work with. I…” Even though he trailed off, his true intentions glimmered in those clear, pale eyes. “...I want you to forget everything they said to you, everything that made you cry today. They are but a speck on your life–not worth the slightest mention.”

You opened your mouth to protest on instinct; why did you deserve to feel better about it at all? Surely you must've done something wrong. You can't imagine your meager skills being worth such praise. But something was telling you that this was far deeper than the surface level of work, and Yuri just about confirmed it as he cut you off before you could get down on yourself further. 

“Believe me,” He took your cheeks into his soft, sweet-smelling hands, and brushed a stray tear away with his thumb. The gesture, as gentle as it was, almost brought you to more tears with how touching it was. “People that behave in such an…uncouth way don't deserve your attention. They don't deserve your love. Your affection. Your…” 

Only then did you realize how close Yuri's lips had drifted to yours. Your mouths were nearly closing in on each other, and but for any resistance on your part he would make no move to stop what was happening. This was not in your job description. 

But would you really stop him from kissing you when that's all you had fantasized of until now? A small, shy smile slowly made its way across your lips, and Yuri's followed soon after as he smoothly leaned in to claim a warm, firm kiss, with a more eager introduction to his tongue than you anticipated. 

A moment passed, then another, and in what seemed like ages but at the same time only a second he broke it off, his expression aghast–perhaps at realizing what he'd just done. Probably realizing that it was a terrible, terrible mistake. You stood meekly and on the cusp of a panicked fit as he brought the back of his hand to his lips, but soon the warmth in his cheeks tipped you off to what was truly stirring in his heart. 

“That was…unprofessional. I didn't mean to-”

“I-It's okay, Yuri-”

“-Not in the bathroom, gods.” He seemed preoccupied, your words barely registering. He ran his fingers back through his soft, white strands of hair and took on a look of sheepish delight. “You deserve better than that. Come, let's–to my office, let's go.” He ushered you out of the stall, his grip firm on your wrist like he was too nervous to try and hold your hand. 

“Yuri?” You called out, but he seemed in a daze. His breath was catching on every inhale like he was drowning in excitement, yet he was holding himself together just barely in your presence. He wouldn't make much eye contact with you, but when you did spot that look in his eyes…it seemed like he was in the midst of a calm frenzy, his exterior composed but his mind and heart all stirred up, roused, jumbled into a mess of feelings that he was trying desperately not to get lost in. He tilted his body away from you too, as if trying not to let you see him front-facing as if he had something he was nervously hiding. 

“T-Take these,” He suddenly piped up, and thrusted a set of delicate keys into your palm while he turned completely away from you. It was all he could not to just hide his flushed face completely in his hands. “Go wait in my office, I'll–I just need a moment to compose myself. Please.” Yuri whined, and at his behest you agreed and stepped out of the bathroom to give him some privacy. Hearing the lock click behind you made you a bit nervous, but as you made your way out and down the hall you fiddled with the keys and thought about all that Yuri had said. 

…What a strange, alluring boss he was indeed. But even so, even now, you wouldn't know even half of what Yuri was really capable of, nor what he had been planning for you since the day you walked into the office and captured his heart in your soft, beautiful hands.

[hearted-anon]

Hello, I know you had like a lot of lee!changbin fics but I think you could create like a lee!Minho and ler!bangchan. Maybe Lee know could get a lee mood that progressively gets worse. And then goes to chan and like acts bratty to get like a punishment. I don't know honestly. I've never written so idk how hard it is. Good luck.

Here kitty kitty~

Words: 2k Note: AHH my first inbox! Sorry this took so long.. and lee know always looks so done with Chan.. cuties T/w: Use of tools, restraints, begging Lee: know Ler: Channie

Lee Know absolutely hated this feeling. The feeling of butterflies swarming his tummy, the way he would stamp his feet and giggle like a female high-schooler in those retro movies when he watched clips of him being tickled, seeing his bright smile that he was always quick to hide, he hated it.

And to say he absolutely despised lee moods were an understatement.

It started off as a weird tingling feeling on his body, not enough to hinder his performance but enough to make itself known. Then it progressively made its way basically everywhere, including his soul. It was tearing him apart, mentally and physically, jumping at every small touch his members would give, and scowling right after before storming off.

Worried the members tried their very best to reach out to no avail, only earning very harsh words that spewed from the bunny's mouth, telling them that it wasn't their business. It wasn't, but concerned frowns were all over their faces as Lee Know grew more secluded and solemn, as if he had made a cat den in his room at that point.

He scoured through the internet in his best attempts to find what kept him so flustered and so up at night, tired of ignoring his members as he didn't want to be so open about this weird new experience, and his eyes finally landed on exactly what he wanted. His heart dropped and his eyes widened, refreshing the page over and over again to clear his doubts as the words stared right back at him.

A lee mood..? Wanting to be tickled? That was ridiculous!

His thoughts were interrupted by a soft knocking on his door, making him groan to his absolute dismay. Flinging open the door in his frustration, he was met with none other than Chan, who wore concern as if it was his clothing around him, a bag of something in his hands. He looked him up and done as if a judge, before letting the leader inside with no questions asked. The kangaroo gave a small but warm smile, melting the bunny's interior in less than a second.

"What's wrong? You've been quite moody recently..." The older started off hesitantly, waddling towards the dancer to cuddle him when he noticed that Minho curled towards himself in bed with a very obvious pout. The younger let out a shriek of surprise, only heightening his mood more as an more obvious flush than his pout made its way to his face.

When the bunny didn't respond, Chan only spiralled deeper into worry, searching his bag to pull out what looked like a cat toy. It had a feather attached at the end, making Minho wonder in confusion, and more of the other one where it made his mind turn to mush.

"I heard this is good for gentle therapy, or something, but please?" The oldest pleaded with what could be considered the cutest little puppy face Lee Know had ever seen, making him babble in protest before ultimately giving in, by that it meant lasting for ten seconds. He was too cute; and it was a terrifying weapon towards the members at times, most likely also not knowing what he was even talking about.

With consent finally in place, the younger shuddered when he felt the fluffy item run gently under his chin, making him bit his lip to hold down his giggles. He must've made quite the scene, as Chan soon enough let up when it barely hit the minute mark, staring at the dancer's cheeks in mischievousness that bloomed behind his worried expression.

"Lee Minho, does it perhaps...tickle to you?" Chan chuckled lowly, the Australian accent prominent through his soft laughter as his fingers that once wrapped the younger in a comforting embrace curled into his side, the other hand toying with the feather item right in front of his eyes. The oldest finally caught the gist of what was happening, and was going to finally lure the cat out of its den.

"S-Shut up, old man." Minho internally cursed himself for stammering, squeaking when he felt fingers press into his side. He curled himself into the leader, wanting to crawl back into his den after just gaining a sliver of hope dangled above him that his stupid mood would finally be solved. But when it was someone that teasing, someone who was going to do this to him? He would rather dig his own grave.

"Nah ah~ Not how you talk to your elders, and I think you need a little lesson, hm?" Chan tutted at the dancer's predicament, giggling along with him when he noticed the flustered smile plastered on his face when he brought the toy closer. Of course he never touched the dancer, he wanted him to beg, beg for his reward that wasn't going to come unfairly to him.

"That's why you're so old." The cat hissed, his scowl returning to hide the swarms of butterflies that made his tummy feel like he was going to ascend. The leader might've been his only hyung, but he was really going to risk it all before admitting that he wanted to be tickled silly. Unfortunately or fortunately, Chan took it as his last straw, pinning the bunny's wrists high above his head and tying it down with his belt, the leather surface against his wrists so it wouldn't hurt.

The cat, now forced to leave its shelter had his eyes widened, crumbling before Bangchan's eyes while his knees were turning to jelly. He tugged and pulled at the belt that restrained his arm, finally realising the consequences of his bratty behaviour. No matter to Chan, he was going to make him pay with laughter soon enough. The younger squealed again when the same cat toy made its comeback down his arms, curse himself for wearing a tank top today in courtesy of his mood.

He clamped down his lips hard enough to bleed, whimpering when the feather went a little bit too close to his armpit before trailing back up, shaking his head in the light, ticklish torture that he was forced to endure.

"Here kitty kitty~ Are you going to tell me what you want?" The older cooed sweetly, earning a not so very nice snap of insults through held back giggles from the dancer. The leader heaved a disappointed sigh, when would Minho realise that it wasn't wrong to feel this way? It'll be fine, he'll ensure that that's the only thing he'll remember by the end of this.

"ARGH! Hyuhuhung stop it!" Minho shrieked when his other arm was tortured with Chan's nails, manicured to perfection that trailed down his smooth skin slowly and delicately, making it tickle much more than it should've. Out came no response, only the soft trailing of the feather and his nails that always went to dip near his armpits just to leave. Eventually the older got bored, although the younger was practically writhing in agony of anticipation, he wanted more.

Lifting up the dancer's shirt, the trailed the toy around his belly button, his nails now drawing tiny hearts around the area with a knowing smirk on his face, awaiting the crack he was wanting the dancer to finally have.

"NO! P-Plehehease not this!" Minho begs, just wanting the stupid toy to finally dip into his navel, but nothing happened, and neither did Chan say anything. He just continued lazily tracing around his navel, leaving Lee Know to suffer in the anticipation that he brought upon himself.

"Fine! I'll beheheg! T...Tickle mehehe!" He finally caves, unable to take the gentle tracing anymore when they neared too close to his ribs, then down to his hips, then around his sides, but all of it was futile when his hands refused to move anywhere near the certain area, only focusing back onto his stomach eventually.

"The cat finally comes out of its den, how cute~" Chan taunts relentlessly, before putting the cat toy aside to rummage through his bag again. He came out with what looked like a hair brush, with the softest bristles ever. Minho gulped, he was so dead, he hoped his members had prepared his coffin in advance as the brush hovered over his tummy.

"I was going to brush your hair with this, but maybe I could give that stomach a cute little hairdo!" Obviously he was joking, it'd be another world if his tummy could grow hair. Lee Know shook his head, stamping his feet onto the bed as if it would save him from the leader's fingers. He squeezed his eyes shut, preparing in advance for the brush to finally torture his waist.

However, he was met with his throat tearing out a squeal when he felt lips attach to his stomach, blowing a long and loud raspberry onto it. There was no sign of the brush, only those torturous nails scribbling gently all over his bare armpits that drove him up the wall. How dare Chan trick the cat? What a bad person Minho thought, well through his cackles.

"GAHAHAH! NOHOHO!" He squealed out, pulling at his arms that didn't want to come down with the belt holding them up, his face starting to heat up if it wasn't red enough already. Again, silence, but only because the leader was busy with giving all the raspberries to that tummy, his hands switching to kneading right into the middle of his armpits, making Minho shriek and cackle with laughter that bounced off the walls.

"PLEHEHEHEASE! MERCY!" He pleads to no avail, only earning a low giggle that vibrated against his stomach, only tickling him more. He babbles for mercy when everything suddenly stops, only for the older to pull down his pants slightly to reveal his v-line that was staring back at Chan hungrily. Well maybe that brush wasn't going to be used, but he was dead.

"Minho, I'm hungry, would you care to make me food?" Chan asks mischievously, giving a chance for the younger to breathe, which he was grateful for as he sucked in as much air as he could.

"Y-Yes! Anything you want, just pleAHAHAHA HYUHUHUNG!" The moment the bunny nodded, thinking he would be finally let off the hook Chan went right for the exposed sliver of skin, nibbling and giving raspberries as rough as he could, his fingers kneading and vibrating into his inner thighs.

He was sent into another bout of loud hysterics, he felt so content, so overwhelmed but happy with the electrifying sensations that coursed through his body, digging his heels into the bed from the intense torture as he thrashed around in his grip. Arching his back, he couldn't do anything but that, crashing back into the bed soon after.

"Nah ah ah~ You wanted this, where do you think you're going?" The leader smiles innocently, as if he's not tearing the cat into pieces in this very moment. Silent laughter made his way down the dancer's cheeks, shaking his head as he felt like he was going to ascend, trying to close his legs shut together to no avail when the fingers didn't let up.

Tears soaked the pillow case, he had no idea how long it had been succumbing to the torture before he was let up, trembling in exhaustion and totally not with a side of happiness. His arms were released, but it felt like he was paralysed, every muscle in his body was not cooperating with him right now. He couldn't feel his legs, nor his arms, just take his whole body as a living lump that he couldn't feel anything anymore. What he could feel was a certain pair of arms embracing him though, pulling him in for a real cuddle this time.

"You're so....bahahad." Minho grumbled, pouting when the giggles wouldn't stop getting the best of him. Chan simply smiled, melting the dancer's heart when those eyes crinkled and his dimple showed through, making him forgive the leader in an instant. He felt his eyes droop when the brush that never got its chance to shine went through his hair, feeling his heart finally lift from its chains of being embarrassed.

Maybe next time he wouldn't be so embarrassed, as Chan pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

[smuttyfang]

Judy Alvarez, Jealousy

"for a considerably less depressing one shot, a spicy chapter where Judy is pissed/jealous when a client hires V just to seduce her."

Words: 861

"So, what's this job you wouldn't tell me about over the phone?" Judy crossed her arms, leaning against the window in her apartment like she always did. She was visibly a little upset, not even turning from the window to look at you as you came inside and sat down on her couch. You never hid any jobs from her for any reason. You practically told her everything. Partly not to worry her, and partly so she could help where she could, when her skills were needed.

"Okay, so.. I just wanted to tell you in person because I know you're going to be a little upset about this." Judy turned her head toward you, scowling. The evening sunlight shining through the window lit up her colored hair to an even more intense shade.

"Just tell me, babe." You could tell she was trying to not show how she felt. She always tried to hide it when she was jealous, but she did a poor job of it.

"A client hired me to seduce her." Judy's jaw fell open. The sun then fell on her tanned skin as she walked toward you. It was always hard to take your mind off of how beautiful she was.

"You cannot be serious!" She shook her head, putting her hands on her hips and looking to the floor.

"Listen, it's not what you think-" Judy huffed at you, shaking her head even more. She started to crinkle up her nose, like she always did when she was mad. She was too cute.

"How the hell is it not what I think?!" She walked to the table in front of her couch, picking up her coffee and taking a drink.

"You think I'd take a job that required me to have sex with someone?" Judy stopped her pacing and sighed. "You know better than that, Judy." Judy took a few deep breaths before coming to sit beside of you. She finished off her coffee and sat the empty cup down on the table.

"Okay so, then.. why? What's the reason?" The concern in her eyes was now clearly visible.

"The client wants to end her marriage. Seemingly having an affair. Giving him a big last middle finger." Leaning to her, you pressed your lips lightly to hers. She tasted like coffee. Pulling away, you rubbed her cheek with your thumb. Your touch calmed her.

"She could've hired a doll to do that. Easily. A lot of them do those types of jobs." She took your hand from her cheek and intertwined her fingers in yours.

"It's.. more complicated than that. She said her husband is also trigger happy. A little crazy. She wants me to play the part of her lover, shoot the husband dead. Run off before the police show up. She still gets all of his shit, no messy divorce." You remembered your earlier conversation with the client. "Judy, she seems terrified of him."

"How do you know she won't try to get you in trouble too?" She thought for a little while. "She could just be faking all of this to turn you in and get a reward."

"Job was set up by a fixer. They trust her. Plus, like I said.. poor woman is so scared of him. You know I can read people well, and there's no way she is faking this. She said she didn't think there was any other way out. Said she was sure he would kill her if she tried to leave." Judy nodded her head, looking to the floor. "She's trapped between a rock and a hard place."

"I know better than anyone else how fucking useless calling the cops is for any reason." Your mind went back to Evelyn for a moment, remembering how unhelpful and uncaring they were when Judy called after she found her.. well.. "Calling them is pointless." She spoke with complete and utter disgust.

"Yeah.." You cleared your throat, "So, I'm telling you in person so you can come with me and help me monitor the situation. Tell me when the husband comes home. Tell me where he is in the house so I can be prepared." Placing your hand on her thigh, you gave her a gentle rub. "And, so you don't worry. For any reason." She smiled.

"I.. I know you'd never.. I know better than that." She kissed you. A hint of a little passion behind it. "I know. I just get jealous when it comes to you."

"That's why I'm telling you. Also, it's so fucking adorable how you do." Judy rolled her eyes at you. She held your face in her hands, kissing you and letting her tongue tangle and dance with yours.

"Yeah, whatever.. Let's go so we can get this over with." She stood up, holding her hand out to you and helping you up from the couch. She pulled you into her, holding your body close to hers. "When we get back though, I want to remind you that I'm yours, and you're mine. No matter what." She winked while looking into your eyes before strutting confidently to the front door. "C'mon."

Original post on AO3 if you’d like to check out my other fics there instead ❤️.

[bleedingoptimism]

When Eddie is given the order to infiltrate the castle and kill the heir to the throne he doesn't even blink.

It’s just another job. He couldn’t care less if it’s the prince or a tavern keeper, he’s never failed before and he’s not planning on starting now.

Finding work at the castle is easy enough, but getting close to the prince takes longer. Only the most trusted people in the palace are allowed to interact with him. So he only gets to see him, to appreciate him from afar. 

The heir to the throne, Prince Steve, is the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life. Handsome and fit but with delicate features, big brown eyes, and a myriad of beauty marks.

He’s keeping a close eye on him so he notices every little thing about him. How kind he is with everyone.

How afraid he is of the king, his father. How he still stands up to him, even if he’s terrified when he is being unfair to the people.

He also notices Steve is a really good fighter, which worries him. He is going to need to get real close to him, enough that the prince could never suspect him, enough to make him keep his guard down.

But as time passes he gets more and more enthralled by the prince. When he hears him laugh as he play-fights with the younger knights he took under his wing it makes his heart stutter.

And when he catches him sneaking into the library with the quirky royal scribe to read late at night it fills him with wonder and curiosity.

And the more he watches Steve, the more he hates his assignment.

He starts having dangerous thoughts. Why would his master send him to kill this wonderful boy? He is so generous, so fair, so brave. He would be a wonderful king. Wouldn’t the people from the kingdom benefit from someone like Steve?

Is he really serving the greater good? Is this really for the good of the kingdom?

But he casts those thoughts away. They serve him no good. It’s not like he has a choice anyway. It’s his head or Steve’s. And he’s rather attached to his head.

So by the time he’s trusted enough to be allowed in the private areas of the palace, by the time he actually gets to talk to the prince, he’s already halfway in love with him and incredibly conflicted.

And Steve, beautiful, wonderful, soft Steve. He warms up to Eddie right away, and he asks about him, his thoughts, and his feelings. And he’s so cute and funny, he laughs at Eddie and with Eddie. He stands up to him in front of the king and lets Eddie sit quietly with him, holding his hand when his father tears him down with harsh words.

They get close, and Eddie starts his mornings dreading this is going to be the last day he gets to spend with Steve, the day he gets the order to end it all. But he ends his nights with a smile on his face because every day with the prince is a delight and he just can’t help but be endeared by everything he does.

And then the day comes. Eddie wakes up to the sight of an ugly, disfigured bat, perched on his window, the thing screeches loudly at him and Eddie yells back, dread and sorrow already invading him because he knows what its presence means. It means it's time.

The bat cocks his ugly head at him and then flies out the same way it came in and leaves Eddie holding his head in his hands, rocking back and forth in the bed. He reminds himself it’s his life or Steve’s and he repeats it as a mantra all day. It’s me or him. It’s me or him. It’s me or him. It’s me or him. It’s me or him.

The night finds them lounging in the library with Robin, the scribe. She’s reading to them from a book of obscure stories from kingdoms past. It’s Steve’s favorite. It’s getting close to midnight when Robin yawns and calls it a night, leaving them alone in the enormous library.

Steve is sitting by the window, one leg bent at the knee and resting his head on it, the other swaying on the edge. Eddie takes a deep breath and thinks, ‘this is it’ 

He slowly makes his way toward Steve and takes a hidden knife out of his belt.

He’s so close now, hand raised, knife shining in the moonlight. And Steve doesn’t move, he just lets him get close. He trusts Eddie. 

It's him.

He can’t do it. He just can’t. He’d rather die than hurt him and it’s that a thought? He’s never felt this way. He would die for him. He should die for him. 

He stops, intending to put the weapon away but it’s too late now. The knife glints and it catches Steve’s eye in the reflection of the window. He turns shocked and hurt fills his eyes before he launches at Eddie.

They fight, and Eddie just tries to defend himself as Steve throws blow after blow at him. But he can tell Steve is not giving it his all.

He’s confused and heartbroken, he fights as tears fall from his big doe eyes and he screams at him and Eddie takes it. He takes everything Steve has to give.

He disarms Eddie at one point because the prince really is that good at fighting and the combat comes to a stall with Steve sitting on his lap and him flat on the floor, a knife at his throat. 

Both of them are panting heavily as Eddie looks at Steve, tears falling from his gorgeous brown eyes and wetting Eddie’s cheek and he knows he’s going to die.

He’ll die, either by Steve’s hand or by his master’s evil creatures so he has nothing to lose when he says,

“Gods, you are so beautiful” and he surges forward, letting the knife scrape his neck and kisses Steve deeply.

Eyes closed he waits for the knife to be buried in his neck but then he hears the distinct sound of the weapon hitting the floor. And suddenly Steve is kissing him back, one hand on his cheek and the other on the cut on his neck. 

But Steve is still crying so Eddie cups his cheeks and wipes the tears away,

“Please stop crying your highness, my love”

And Steve shakes his head and bites Eddie’s lip hard enough to make him bleed. “Why?” he whispers into his mouth.

And Eddie tells him everything, he tells him all about the unbreakable contract with the dark wizard who ordered his death. How he was down on his luck and almost dead and didn't have any other choice.

He tells Steve about watching him from afar before their official meeting, about falling in love with him, and that he was ready to die before hurting him.

“I never wanted to hurt you, I’m so sorry my beloved prince,” he tells him, “But I must leave now, I need to kill my master, I have to save you.”

“I’ll go with you, I’ll help” his love replies.

“Steve, no-” 

“You don’t get to tell me what to do” Steve cuts him off, voice firm and it makes Eddie smile. His prince looks so handsome when he gives him orders.

“Eddie, you make me feel…Alive, I love you. I’m not letting you go alone.”

Eddie implores him to stay, “It’ll be dangerous my adored one, what if I can’t protect you? What if I can’t save you?”

Steve leans forward and touches their foreheads together, “We’ll save each other.” He simply says. 

They run away together the next night.

[raine-witcher]

I have finished Spirit of Justice and I have OPINIONS:

These are not going to be at all well organized instead will be tangent filled and disorganized af. Bear with me.

First of all the trilogy itself id describe as a…interesting sandwich, we have a rocky depressing start but with absolutely solid new characters. The absolute masterpiece of Duel destines being a completely amazing set of cases consistently. And then…this absolutely devastating rollercoaster. I think the cases in Japanafornia are solid, great cases. While the first 2 cases in Kura’in are…they’re pretty bad, especially the 3rd case of the game. And that issue is entirely because the characters from Kura’in are incredibly uncomplying. Nahyuta is a complete asshole and hypocrite who shows no signs of his change. And Rayfa is a spoiled brat. Neither of these characters change until the last half of the last case. That. Is. A. Problem. Why should I care about their changes when I haven’t seen a steady pattern of growth from them? Instead we get coin flips. That’s not compelling that’s a waste of my time having to read their stupid. Boring. Dialogue. I hated Nahyuta so much I stoped voicing him for a while in my play though. The best way k can describe why he sucks is because he wasted 4 dialogue boxes to just say he likes peaches. He drags on about nothing. After following the incredible acts of Gavin and Simon the best was I can explain my disappointment is by pointing out how both they before him had the ability to admit when they’re wrong and be helpful in a case. Nahyuta said Trucy was a sinful being pretending to be a cute little girl. That’s not a great introduction when we know Trucy is far from that. They keep saying he’s “kind and generous” but they show no action confirming that idea. The writers forgot about the core rule of “show don’t tell” that man was awful constantly and consistently. So when we get to the final case, I don’t give a single flying fuck about his feelings or change of heart. Because I’ve been given no real reason to care. Speaking of the 5th case. Oh my god. I cried so much about Dhurke. And part of me is upset because that proves the writers could make a character worth bringing me to tears and he had so much less screen time then Nahyuta or Rayfa. So they proved they can write characters that don’t suck ass from Kura’in. So I’m just all the more disappointed. Finally. I hate Apollo staying there. And that’s for multiple reasons. One, I don’t like the kingdom of Kura’in. Best way I can explain that is due to the fact it doesn’t have its own voice as a distinct country. I can clearly tell it’s a large melting point of every country from the east. What am I supposed to latch onto if it doesn’t truly have a culture? It’s biggest defining feature is it’s hostility towards me. So my reaction is to want to get tf out of there as fast as possible. Secondly as I’ve stated. All the characters in Kura’in are fucking boring. Or annoying. Or whatever. I don’t want to spend my time talking to them. Therfore I don’t want to be in this location. Okay two. I love Apollo. And I’m terrified that he won’t be a main character in the next game. I don’t want him to come back as a cameo character in a single case. He is a core part of the main 3 I’ve come to adore and I want him to be there. As a main character. Consistently. And I don’t know if he is. And I’m worried. So the ending made me feel bittersweet, upset, disappointed. This cast I’ve come to know as a family. And then being together is important to me. Is that stupid? Personally Idgaf it’s my feelings and I’ll get myself attached to what I want. I will criticize the writers for these decisions because they’re also written an amazing franchise that I’ve come to adore incredibly. I care about this game and it’s characters and I want to see them together. The end of duel destines where they all 3 point together left such an impression on me. As an artist and a character designer (not professional in any sense but it’s what I love to do) I respect the fuck out of the creators for making the cast of Wright anything agency. But the fumbles in Spirit of Justice have me concerned for the next game in the franchise. I hope to be proven wrong in my fears.

[baileythebean]

Analysis post about: Ako! 🦋

⚠️WARNING⚠️ Trigger Warnings: brief mentions of kidnapping, threats, death threats, human experimentation, violence, blood/gore?? (Not heavy), trauma, transphobia

General Warning: Ako is an OC for Jujutsu Kaisen. He is also a relatively new OC and I have the ability to alter him as I consume more of the plot to make him more plot-accurate. I have only seen the 2 animated seasons of JJK as well as the movie and have only read a limited amount of the manga after that. That being said, this OC’s WHOLE EXISTENCE does not revolve around being plot-accurate OR what YOU think would be plot-accurate. I do take suggestions and ideas for lore and design since he is still under development, but keep in mind that he is MY OC and that gives ME the right to alter him as I see fit. Thanks for reading, OC analysis below the cut! ⬇️

BASIC FACTS: Name: Ako Komaniya

Birthday: October 12th (Libra)

Age: 13 - 23 throughout his appearances in the plot

Gender: Male - Transmasc - FtM

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Sexuality: Demisexual - Abrosexual

Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic

Height: 5’5 - 165 cm

Conditions/Illnesses?: Vitiligo

Favorite food: Strawberry Shortcake

Favorite animal: Raccoons - Cats

AFFILIATIONS / RELATIONSHIPS TO CANON (what they are to him)

Mahito - Captor (negative)

Choso Kamo - Lover/Crush (positive)

Satoru Gojo - Acquaintance (positive)

Hanami / Kenjaku / Dagon - Friends (?) (neutral)

Jogo - acquaintance (negative)

Eso / Kechizu / Yuji Itadori - Little brothers (positive)

He isn’t familiar with the rest of the cast, or just doesn’t know them personally!

DESCRIPTION

A young man of average height, with fluffy black and white hair. He has brown skin which is pale-splotched by vitiligo, and thick black and white streaked lashes. His eyes are pale blue-grey and pupil-less. He has his ears pierced in numerous places, and his nails are painted black most of the time. He has a trad goth/soft goth aesthetic. His clothing varies. He has undergone top surgery, and is on testosterone, but no bottom surgery.

DRAWING REFS (so far)

Clothes are very plain in these refs but I promise you he’s more interesting than this

LORE SUMMARY (by timeline of actual time, not in order the episodes/seasons are in.)

Ako first appears briefly in the choir practice room, in the arc where Gojo and Geto are trying to rescue the Star Plasma Vessel, Riko. They are in an all-girls school when Gojo barges in and everyone starts to fawn over him (except Riko and Ako.) Ako still presents as female and is 12 at this time.

The next time he appears, he presents as male and is 19 years old. This is when Mahito is about to use him as an experiment, but refrains from killing him because he’d ’make better as an art piece than a corpse.’ Because of his skin and his inumanly high pain tolerance. Mahito spares him in exchange for his silent compliance to his every command, his looks on display, and basic chores done around the place all the curses are staying. He still ends up hurt, like a LOT, but never dead. Mahito pretty much just sees what works and disfigures him before rearranging him again. His ‘art’ qualities are his only reassurance when Mahito places a hand on his body and he tells himself that he wouldn’t end up a disfigured, bloody mess like all Mahito’s other toys.

He eventually learns how to live alongside curses and avoid conflict with the wrong one. He quite likes making conversation with Kenjaku and Hanami, who makes him little flowers occasionally. He gets away with being passive-aggressive towards Jogo because Mahito thinks it’s funny. Dagon is on the receiving end of pats from him all the time because he finds the little octopus-blob cute. He’s still terrified of Mahito, but learns to live with that.

Enter, Choso. Choso stays with the curses for a bit, being one to thank Ako for his work. Ako admires how fiercely he cares for his brothers and was hurt to hear when Eso and Kechizu had died. To Ako, Choso was the most human contact (even if only half-human) he’d had in years, and he somehow felt safer to be around than everyone else. Ako was under his protection at Shibuya until his fight with Yuji. Ako found him breaking down after the fight, and immediately got Choso back on his feet and towards the battlefield. He ultimately made his loyalty clear to Choso over Kenjaku in the end, and just tried not to die. (He has no cursed techniques.)

AFTER THAT I’M JUST PRETENDING THEY LIVED A NORMAL HAPPY LIFE TOGETHER LALALALA IDK WHAT UR TALKING ABOUT, EVERYONE IS ALIVE AND HAPPY WHAT JJK ARE YALL READING???

I’m kidding, Ako never got to tell Choso he loved him. And he regretted it. BADLY. (Angst whoop-dee-doo)

CHOSOAKO FLUFF / SILLY ART TO MAKE UP FOR THE ANGSTY BIT

(The pen drawings were done by @ask-sora-aguilar! My internet dad, check his blog out!)

I would also like to note, for artistic purposes, that Ako has like, no muscles. Choso is like huge and angular and muscular, but Ako is just kinda all soft curves and smooth edges and I’m here for that

[imminentinertia]

Pre DFF finale: brain churning, latching on to genre

I've nearly lost count of the number of genres Dead Friend Forever has pressed into service, but I'm trying to make a list, because I love this very good post on DFF and horror genres by @chaos0pikachu and that made me think about how much it's been throwing us around:

slasher essentially a frolicsome and fun horror subgenre, if not for those who see little amusement in some characters terrifying and murdering others:

the first frenzy about the curse of the film, Por impaling himself spectacularly

the masked would-be killer chasing various characters, notably Phee and Jin having to hide in something that looks very much like a funerary box

mystery thriller trying to solve one or more puzzles:

is Non alive, where did he go?

possibly the mystery of who is the killer with the mask - but that's more of a slasher staple and less of a mystery to be solved, slashers don't necessarily reveal the murderers' identity

horror of personality the villain is human and technically normal, but is awfully murderous and/or sadistic etc.:

Fluke's descent into madness - I think him shooting Top goes here rather than into the slasher basket, because it's notably done in front of everyone and not by the/a masked killer

Tan-New's losses escalating his focus on revenge

Keng being subtly menacing underneath the friendliness

note that Non's descent into vengeful violence doesn't count towards this genre, as he's the main victim in all the genres DFF uses

erotic thriller what it says on the tin, it's suspenseful but there's sex:

Tee, White and The Hand

Keng's arc including his manipulation of Non

Phee having sex with Jin with the primary secondary purpose of getting closer to the friends group

social drama and how. Surely they didn't have to go this hard. School bullying, money trouble and debt all the way into inhuman terms for repaying, class divide and upper class suppression of lower class, police corruption, inadequate health care, power abuse, motherfucking organ trafficking, the list goes on and the shift from episode 4 to 5 left me reeling.

Most of the genres DFF makes use of are of the horror/thriller variety, and while social drama definitely can cross-pollinate with other genres, DFF injects some social commentary into the first four slasher episodes but then drops the horror/thriller entirely. Then it proceeds to do a very well crafted critique of a number of societal issues, with no hint of anything horror-y, until it picks the suspenseful genres up again in the later episodes. I was still reeling when they turned the social commentary back into those.

gangster this may be stretching it a little because DFF doesn't really tell any stories from the gang life POV and the organised crime is present mostly as a threat to the characters, but:

Tee is a (low-ranking and untried) member of a criminal gang, working for his gangster uncle, and part of the story is told from his POV

and there's even romance! sweet sweet passion, affection, wooing etc. etc. etc.:

Phee falling like a broken parachute for Non and proceeding to do all the cute things in the world with him

Tee and White with their meet-cute and not too unsettling relationship (White has some lines that hint about a dynamic that may not be all sweet)

I'm sure I've forgotten about ten genres and subgenres.

There's one episode left, and while I fully understand wanting it to turn slasher/vengeance thriller/etc. again and MURDER ALL THE ASSHOLES IN CREATIVE WAYS, I'm very curious about what genre notes they end this on.

Personally I'm still stuck in the social commentary and expect the finale to be Mike Leigh levels of unhappy, but with a Final Girl walking away, and I have no idea at all who that would be. It would depend on how many Sharpened Screwdrivers it gets on the Leigh Scale (probably fewer than I think, it's probably not supposed to end entirely unhappily. 4/10?).

(Side note 1: for terrific examples of social commentary horror, check out George A. Romero's films.)

(Side note 2: horror of personality is one of my favourite genres and my absolute favourite such film of all times is Michael Haneke's Funny Games. I love it, it nearly made me throw up and I don't know if I can recommend watching it.)

[space-woomy]

MURDER DRONES EPISODE 8 SPOILERS

AAAAAAAH I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IIIIIIIT!!!!!!!!!!!

COD WHAT A FINALE!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY COD WHEN N AND UZI WERE FALLING DOWN FROM SPACE AND THEY HELD HANDS AND THEN HUGGED FUSKMWKEKFNFBFBSBBSSNNSNDKFKF

Emotional rambles aside, It was a good finale in NY opinion. Not the most satisfying story wise, and it leaves so much out in the open, but I still think it was great none-the-less. The fight and animation overall was FANTASTIC! I loved how they kept up with cyn's body horror movements. Her fucking ankle snapping when she was walking towards N and Uzi was amazing, I love that shit so so so so much! V LIVED!!!!!!! YES! I love that she's back, but it was a bit unsatisfying seeing that "she's back :D" without any explanation really. She just....won. that was it.

Ok ok ok ok OK. I'm going to go through it chronologically:

Loved how the radio started playing the theme from the gala in episode 5, I love when they do callbacks like that. The teacher just being DONE with everything was funny as well. The way it smacked him and he just didn't fucking care. He was just like "...the fuck?".

I love how uzi's mom is for the short times we sew her. The "if ur a bitch" part is awsome. AND THE LITTLE EMOTICON SHE DREW YES!!!!! So fun....

Then BAM N runs Uzi over. I also love how he's being a poilet! Actually putting those skills to use! I'm sure my man could do fucking donuts with rhat ship, IN SPACE! Also their hug is so cute. THE HAND HOLD!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaah.......

"L-like...yeah?" " ...yay..." AAAAABSNFJGIEJEBEBRBJFJGJGJFJ

It would've been cool if they kissed but the hug is just as cool for me. Also the "Gross!" Is fun.

The "I O U 1 SPACESHIP" from cyn is also fun!

So...Thad, Kahn, and Lizzy. I wish they got more screen time, and maybe fought a bit more. That would've been fun to see them fight the sentinel more. I wished they were more involved.

V IS ALIVE!!!!! Like I said above, I wish it was expanded upon more. And not just her showing up suddenly with the Dino. Also, I'll talk about all the lore we get from this at the end.

Uzi throwing her own singularity was awsome. When she was saying "SUCK!!!! ON!!!!! DIIIIIISSSS!!!!" I genuinely thought she was about to say "suck on dick".

CYN!!!!!!! I have to gush about cyn/solver. I fucking LOVE her character desgin. COD the way she moves and handles the body is SO cool. It's like cyn isn't just wearing Tessa's corpse, but is also fused with it? Like, we see at the end that some bones are still I'm there, so it's less like a flesh suit, and more like a fusion between their bodies if that makes sense? If tesa's body was just over cyns drone body, then that ankle snap wouldn't have happened, her legs wouldn't be bent and in weird positions. It's weird. And the way she calls around like a fucking bug or some shit is AWSOME! And fucking terrifying!!!!

The fight between Biscuit bites and Cyn! AMAZING ALL THE WAY THROUGH!!! N is fucking terrified and rightfully so...like...cod...The 2 people who cared for him the most back before he was a MD, he has the image of his 2 best friends stacked in top of eachother, figuratively and literally, clawing through him just....COD...I'm also fascinated with the MD/solver infected anatomy like...the way the core clings into the body, how their half robot half flesh essentially, COD thus is peak body horror for me. Like, I have 2 ends of body horror for me: "Ew yucky please stop" and "YES THATS RAD FUCK YEAH.". On the "Ew" end, is "The thing" type body horror. That shit creeps me out and I don't like it. I think it's the infection part of it, like how your assimilated into the creature itself. On the "Rad" end is Tessa/Cyn. Idk why, but I think that it's just...cleaner? It's more geared towards cyn herself. It's only happening to cyn all the crazy shit with limbs coming out...despite it happening to uzi. IDK OK it's just different to me. It's so fucking cool. I love her mannerisms and how she moves, but HATE (Affectionate) her character. I hate her in the way that you hate a well written Villan.

Also, cyn just Repeating "Let me in" while you can also hear the echo of Tessa saying the same thing, just...OH MY COD!!!!!! It's horrifying!!!! WHY MUST MY BOY BE TRAUMATIZED :(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:(:( THE WAY HE SCREAMED TOO NOOOOOO MY BABY BOY!!!!!! Also...Cyn is fucking down bad for N I'm sorry, just...that fucking tapping on his chest and calling him an "Eager beaver" Naaaaaa keep it in your pants bitch that's Uzi's man.

Speaking of which, UZI COME GET YOUR MANS LIKE SEIOUSLY CYN IS FIENDING FOR HIM!!!! SHE WANTS THAT ROBO DICK!!!!!! And she saved them with the rotating!!!

The little tapping cyn does....AUGH ITS JUST......GGGGH YOU SNEAKY MOTHERFICKER!!!!!!

J and V's conflict here feels...odd. it's really just because neither of them got enough screen time for full development and all, but it does feel nice that their both getting something.

THE ENTIRE SCENE WITH UZI AND N AND V AND CYN IS AMAZING!!!!! OKokokokokok...first, "CallBack ping" is...really odd to me. It's obviously "calling back" to episode 2 with the hands l but there's other stuff about the scene that are weird. Like, it's a "ping", as in a computer or program calling out to another computer. Like cyn's calling out, and waiting for a response to that point? Or maybe it's just that it's "pinging" that moment with the hands, and repeating what happened by shutting the lights and creating all those hands. Idk jf I explained that right.

STOP TRAUMATIAING MY BOY!!!!!! NO!!!!!!! CYN DIGGING THROUGH HIS CHEST NOOOOOO

Ok wait, just realized, with N's flashbacks it alsos seems like that callback ping (in universe or just for the sake of the references) is causing Uzi's corruption, and N's flashbacks as well.

OK WAIT THIS SCENE!!!! ITS A FUCKING MASTERPECIE IN WRITING LET ME BREAK JT DOWN:

To N and Uzi, V is dead, so hearing her voice makes it seem like a trap to them, but we also know that V IS actually alive still. BUT at the same time, the framing of it makes it look like V is facing towards the 2 of them, just for a few seconds, then it shows us that it IS infact a hologram....as a trick for V. The tension built from the "CallBack ping" sequence is added on by the new threat of Cyn running back to were B.Bites (N and Uzi) are, which tells us AND B.Bites that Cyn noticed it as well. So it tricks us and our characters as to if this isna trick or not. At the reveal that V isn't a trick, and is instead being tricked, the tension is doubled once we realize this, and then further EVEN MORE when N shouts out to V, with him taking the risk to save V if she really is there LIKE THE GOOD BOY HE IS, and finally it's released once N gets impaled through the chest. It's a MASTERFUL scene, fucking hell it's SO GOOD!!! IN EVERYWAY OH MY COD!!!!

Woo...anyways, what i noticed in my 3rd watch through was how one of Cyn's tentacle hands does a thumbs up when she says, "right, V?", and then jt turns into a thumbs down. Also, when cyn does the "snip" with her hand, it does it with BOTH hands, so it adds to my theory of Cyn's body and Tessa's corpse being kind of fused together maybe. Also what cyn says mirrors what V said to uzi in cabin fever...or wherever she said it, I can't remember which episode it was.

Cyn having the censored curse is Great. Also Kahn thank you for the "HAH" I can totally see how your Uzi's dad now oh my cod. ALSO THAD FROM DOWNTOWN WITH THAT THROW MAN GOOD JOB!!!!!!

Also BI UZI!?!?!??! LETS GO!?!?!? WE LOVE THE BI REP!!!!!!!!!!

UZI IS CRINGE BUT FREE LETS GOOOOOOO!!!!!

Also oh my cod...AJ Dispirito's "BiteMe" goes SO FUCKING HARD!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!? Definitlt adding it to my Playlist.

The fight is so good, Uzi's fucking wing slice, and the way cyn got up to throw the sword was awsome. The entire fight sequence was AMAZING to me. It's come such a long way from Uzi's fight with J and the...pen...but jajsbaJAJSHDJDJ it's soooo good...

OH SHIT I didn't even realize it, but the reason why Cyn's core burn when Uzi does the NULL thing is because she PUNCHED A WHOLE THROUGH TBMHE PLANET TO GET THE SUNLIGHT which is so cool. I think ot could've been communicated better, but MAN that's sick to actually use that aspect of the M.D's to defeat her.

So...swallowing the AbsoluteSolver singularity...I'll talk about it at the end.

COD lizzy please....Thad saved your ass just now come ON.

Norry your kid is just like you oh my cod...YOUR A DORK GO HUG YOUR HUSBAND!!!!! Kahn...yeahbyour down bad. Also why did the lizard live?

HELL YEAH DAMAGED OC!!!!! WELCOME TO THE CLUB!!!!

Also the squeal and groan from those 2...aaaawww...jsjdjdbdbdne...

HA THE "forget about all of this instantly, get tunneled visioned on spooky corpse robot reveal. Work backwards from there." Is such an Uzi thing. It also feels like a small callous to when Film theory did a video on M.D. I love the revised.

Ok so....a lot of robots are still alive in the colony weirdly enough. One of them...is just a body so...uh...yeah...

Ok honestly, they did doll dirty. They should've given more focus or respect for doll. They did her dirty.

N LEARNING THE FUCKING ANIME DRAWING MAGA BOOK FHSNDNFBFB

It looks like the solver symbol has been carved into the plant itself, so the colony is probably in that.

Also J is repairing the ship it seems...odd....

THEY PLAY CARDS TOGETHER YAY!!!!! I hope nori, like, gets a body...somehow...Also Yayy!!!! Uzi has both their parents now!!!!!!

...doll...I hope...

J faje out deaths huh? So...she's alive still. Good to know

I'd that dolls head in uzi's room? Uzi thats weird....

I love the human them anime their watching btw

Why they gotta put the disrespect on doll man...

Kind glad the dinosaur is now ouppy :)!!!!

V NO THATS NOT ALLOWED

Why is there monster in cryosleep still?

Alrighty...lore time:

From what J says I'm her fight with V, "You can't escape it, not even in death." It seems like the solver doesn't JUST Kill you. The assimilate lines from Cyn are more literal than we thought. It looks like the coniousnesses of whoever is eaten or "Assimilated" remains a part of the solver's consciousness. We can also infer this from the Screams we hear when the core is burned. We can also tell from the conversation in Cyn's face, they "won't be alone". I think this basically confirms that the solver is a collection of consiousnesses in some way or another soooo...doll being consumed by cyn...and the doll ghost In the hallway...she could come back!

So. Overall:

I think the finale was great. I liked it. It feels like it's setting up for a season 2, but we know that's not happening so....yeah...

The animation, overall writing for the episode alone, the voice acting, It was ALL great! But I think those listed aspects are what carry it for me. I do love the episode, I really do, but COD I wish we got some definitive answers. This epsidoe should've been 49 minutes, and contained answers for what the fuck the solver is to be a PERFECT finale. I'm seeing a lot of people hating the episode because there were no answers but I don't agree. There's more too it than just the answers for the solver. Yes, I agree, there SHOULD HAVE been answers for the solver, but at the very least we get some hints, and y'know? That's disappointing, but not horrible. I feel like this episode was VERY "Murder drones". It was very much in the spirit of the show. It could've taken itself a but more serious, but even so, I think it did take itself serious enough at times to be servisable.

TLDR: the finale wasn't perfect, but it was definitly a finale to murder drones.

I'm gonna stick with the Fandom, abd hope Glutch says "SIKE" And gives us a season 2 anyways :')

Now how do I incorporate this into my fan fiction.........

[silkekruse]

Garraka X reader "Guardian Demon" AU (can be F!reader or Gender neutral i suppose!)

Title of this chapter: "Nice cosplay dude!" "Erh....Y/N? I don't think they're cosplaying...." (this will both be in no one's perspective and Garraka's!!)

You had being excited to go to this horror convention for AGES...and it's finally time!! You and some friends decided to go as your childhood heroes, the Ghostbusters! You're gawking at all the awesome merch and cosplayers as your friends say they gotta go to the bathroom, you promise not too stray too far, as they leave your eyes land on a 3D printed replica of Garraka's brass orb and you rush to the table "oh gosh! This one looks so real! How much is it??" The guy behind the stand chuckles "well, i'd say about 50 or 60 bucks? Considering we printed and painted it" you nod "ah yeah, got it!" You grab your wallet and hand him the money, the guy takes it and hands you the orb. You smile like a kid on christmas as you thank him and turn, not realizing the horrified look on his face as he stares up...

You feel the temperature drop, quite drastic too, noticing a shadow looming over you, you look up, as your jaw drops for a moment, but you cannot help your inner child taking over "woahhh....that's one awesome Garraka cosplay friend!!" Your friends return from their bathroom break and notice you happily chatting away at the towering figure who's so far just silently looking at you. "oh fuck-" your closest friend whispers, then runs over to you, closely followed by your other friends. You perk up happy "guys look at this guy! He looks awesome! Wonder how he got the height so close to the movie version..." you look back up to the "cosplayer" as he finally decides he's being passive enough... a low rumbling voice rattles you to your core as he speaks "what's this 'movie' you speak of, mortal?" You look quite shocked as you're brainstorming how this guy can pull the voice of without clear electronics as he slightly bends and extends a mighty sharp looking claw, you gulp, taken aback as he takes the orb from your hands, you watch helpless as it freezes till it literally shatters "what the-" your bestie elbows you miming to be silent as you realize this is no cosplayer....

Garraka grins, looking at this little mortal and it's friends gawking up at him "hmm, you seem less afraid then your fellow humans" he nods towards their friends as he muses to the human as they stare up some more then one of the others let's out a terrified laugh as the human glares at them to shut up. He bares his teeth as he comes closer to the little human who previously held a replica of his old prison "why aren't you afraid...?"

Your friend chuckles and out of pure fear goes "probably cause they're into you?" You glare at them unaware of Garraka's suprised look and the amused smirk that follows "what the HELL?!" They laugh nervously "what?? You literally don't shut up about him since the movie!!" You huff, a cloud leaving your mouth from the cold air "i didn't know he was real tho!?"

Garraka holds up one of his claws to get their attention as he basically purrs "is this claim true, little mortal~?"

You can't help the blush at that and shoot your friends another glare before mumbling "i-i guess so..!?" Your friends all grin like maniacs as your normally "i'm unfazed by scary stuff" exterior melts like snow in the sun...you let out a terrified yelp as Garraka all of a sudden scoops you up in one of his hands as he muses "how cute~" you look up at him, now about his chest in height because he's holding you in his arms "i-i i'm not cute!!" You huff as he let's out a rumbling sound that vibrates throught your body, so fierce that your heart skips a beat. It takes a few seconds for you to realize he's laughing...

The end of this chapter~

Whew! That was fun so far! I will hopefully continue this if i feel like it :3 which is a big chance! it's a whole lot of stuff i love, as i've always wanted to go to a horror convention but sadly no full on horror conventions in the Netherlands from what i'm aware

Anyways, seemed like a fun setting for the start of my Garraka guardian demon AU the bond will most likely happen next chapter! Till then, stay spooky everyone! Silke~👻❄️💀

[jammatown919]

Wedding

Nuts and Dolts Week Day 5 - Wedding

@nuts-and-dolts-week

Even after twenty seven years of life, several of them spent as a child soldier in an ancient war, Ruby wasn't certain she'd ever felt this level of apprehension before. 

She was sick to her stomach, visibly trembling, and absolutely terrified of what should be one of the happiest occasions she'd ever experience. Her own wedding should not be a source of this much fear, and she absolutely hated herself for letting it get to her like this right before the ceremony. 

It wasn't that she didn't want to go through with it. It wasn't even that she didn't want a ceremony. She just wanted this to be perfect, the way Penny deserved, and she knew that every second would be an opportunity to embarrass herself and ruin what should otherwise be beautiful moments. 

What if she stuttered giving her vows? What if all those dance lessons with Weiss hadn't worked after all and she ruined the first dance by crushing Penny's toes? What if she got so worked up it made her sick and the whole thing had to be called off? 

Even the dress situation had her nervous. She and Penny had decided months ago that they would wear each other's colors rather than white, which had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now that she was in her little dressing room less than half an hour from the ceremony, Ruby was second-guessing whether she even looked presentable in green. 

She really wished her team hadn't left. As her bridesmaids, they'd helped her get dressed and then gone to make sure everything was set up properly for the ceremony, but being alone with her thoughts was not doing her any favors right now. She desperately needed to calm down before going out there, but Penny had insisted on upholding the tradition that they not see each other on their wedding day until the ceremony, so that took her first choice for comfort off the table. 

But, fortunately for her, she had a big sister who was one text message away. 

Tightly gripping her Scroll, she sank back into the cute plush chair that had been her home for what had felt like several hours while Weiss worked on her minimalist makeup. After sending her text to Yang, she promptly threw her Scroll across the carpet to prevent herself from using the camera app to scrutinize said makeup. 

It was fine. Weiss had said it was fine. Blake and Yang had said it was fine. Ruby herself had okayed it in a calmer moment. Her makeup was fine and Penny would like it and it was not going to ruin her wedding. She just had to keep telling herself that, at least until Yang was here to say it for her. 

It was about five minutes before the door opened to reveal Yang, wearing her pretty yellow bridesmaid dress with her hair pulled up into the neatest ponytail she'd ever had. 

"What's going on?" she asked softly as she hurried toward Ruby. The text had been vague, stating only that Ruby was freaking out and needed help, so Yang was reasonably much more concerned than she probably needed to be. 

"I don't know if I can do this," Ruby blurted, knowing immediately that she didn't mean that. Of course she was going to do this. She would rather get hit by a bus than leave Penny at the altar. "I mean- I- I'm so scared of screwing this up." 

"Aw, Rubes..." Yang's face softened sympathetically. She leaned in, gently putting her arms around her little sister, and squeezed a bit. "It's gonna be okay. I know you're nervous, but there's no way you could screw this up in any way that matters."

"It all matters!" Ruby protested. "It's our wedding!"

"True, but at the end of the day, do you really think you or Penny or anyone else is going to care if you're not perfect today? I mean, how many people even noticed Blake didn't have any shoes on during our wedding ceremony?" 

"She didn't?" 

"Nope. Her heel broke right before. She thought it was the end of the world, but guess what. We still got married and no one cared." 

"Well, her dress hid her feet anyway," Ruby protested. "Everyone's gonna hear it if I can't say my vows right, and Penny will definitely notice if I can't dance properly with her."

"But who will care?" Yang asked. "What, you think we're all going to burst out laughing at you because you stuttered? Or Penny's going to ask for a divorce because you stepped wrong?"

Ruby stayed quiet at that, because she knew Yang had a point. No one in a room full of her friends and family would actually call her out on something like that. But they would still notice, and Ruby would still be embarrassed instead of happy during such an important event. 

"You're not performing, Ruby," Yang went on, as if she'd read Ruby's thoughts. "I know it's your wedding and it's important to you, but the only thing that actually matters is that you get out there and marry that girl.  How you look, what you say, none of it is what anyone is here for. We're here because you love Penny, and you're here because you love Penny. That's all we care about."

Ruby took a few slow, deep breaths as she tried to let that sink in. 

It was true. She wasn't here to play dress up and impressive everyone. The point of today was simple; getting married to the love of her life. But there was still one thing. 

"I want it to be perfect for her," she murmured. 

"Nothing is perfect," Yang replied. "Perfect literally does not exist, and worrying about that is a great way to miss out on enjoying your wedding. Penny's going to be happy just because you're here. Think you can do the same for her?" 

"Okay," Ruby replied quietly. That little knot of anxiety in her chest was still there, but Yang's words had eased it slightly, and she hoped finally seeing Penny would help her forget about her worries. "I can do it."

"Great!" Yang said with a bright smile. "Let's make sure you're ready. You're on in ten."

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Ruby managed to keep herself from shaking as she walked down the aisle, her arm linked tightly with her father's. 

The altar was empty save for the officiant, in accordance with the plan she and Penny had made. Ruby would come in first with her dad, and then Penny would follow with hers, allowing them both the opportunity to experience their fathers walking them down the aisle. Ruby, for one, was glad Penny had insisted on this even after she'd said she could just wait at the altar without any extra fanfare. The moment clearly meant a lot to her dad, and Ruby found herself glad for his comforting presence. 

The aisle itself was especially wide, primarily to make sure Pietro's chair could get through comfortably, but it also helped Ruby to not feel claustrophobic as she passed her small assortment of guests, which was made even smaller by the fact that a fair portion of the people here were near the altar acting as bridesmaids. 

When they reached their destination, Tai gave Ruby a light squeeze and kissed her cheek before they separated to take their respective places. 

Ruby smiled nervously at her team on the right side of the altar, then glanced at Winter and Nora, Penny's bridesmaids, on the left. Everyone was giving her their undivided attention, until the doors opened again and suddenly they weren't.

The second Ruby turned her head, she decided that whether or not she looked okay in green did not matter in any way whatsoever. Her appearance was completely irrelevant; the decision to wear each other's colors was a great one purely because Penny looked breathtaking in red. 

Ruby's heart sped up considerably as Penny made her way down the aisle in that gorgeous ruby red dress, her hair adorned with a massive red rose that matched her bouquet. She was hunched slightly so that her arm could better fit into her father's, and they gripped each other tightly for the entirety of their journey across the room. 

When they got up to the altar, Penny kissed her father's head as he split off to take his place amongst her bridesmaids in accordance with her unorthodox but incredibly sweet request that he be one of them. 

Penny then joined Ruby at the altar, her eyes already shining with unshed tears. 

"You look beautiful," she whispered, so that only Ruby and the officiant between them could hear. Said officiant, who was none other than Ghira Belladonna, smiled and let them bask in each other's presence before beginning with, "Ladies and gentlemen, friends and family." 

They were the same words he'd used to begin Blake and Yang's ceremony two years prior. Ruby hadn't even known until then that he could officiate weddings, but apparently he did it all the time on Menagerie, and having him here cut out the need to involve a stranger, so he'd been the natural choice. 

"We are gathered here today," he went on, "to celebrate the life and love of these two women, and to bind them together for the rest of their days. If we could have the rings, please." 

Ruby couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief that he'd skipped the line inviting objections. She knew she'd asked him to and thus there had been no reason to worry, but still... one less thing to think about as she turned her head and watched Oscar walked toward them, brandishing two simple metal bands on a plush pillow. She reached out for the bright red one at the same moment that Penny took the green. 

"The brides will now exchange vows and rings," Ghira announced. He took a few steps back, as if giving them the stage, and dipped his head. "Ladies." 

Ruby waited for a few seconds, unsure of which one of them was supposed to start, and found her tight shoulders relaxing as Penny began to speak. 

"Ruby," she said softly, so much so that Ruby wasn't really sure that anyone but her and Ghira could tell what Penny was saying. "Before I met you, I did not believe I was capable of being anything other than what I was told to be. But then you called me your friend and showed me more kindness and understanding than I could have ever expected. You showed me that I can be more. That I was not a tool to be used, but a person deserving of the love and acceptance you gave me. I would never have been able to come so far without you, and I want to face every new challenge together for the rest of our lives. I love you, Ruby, and that will never change." 

With tears and a smile on her face, Penny gently slipped the green ring onto Ruby's finger, where it would stay for the rest of eternity, and as it found its place, every bit of fear bled away. For all Ruby was aware at that moment, they weren't the center of attention in a room full of people. It was just her and Penny, opening their hearts to each other. The most natural thing in the world. 

"Penny," she began, "since the day I met you, you've been a constant source of joy and hope. My light in the darkness. A reminder that, even in some of the worst moments of my life, there was something worth fighting for. You gave me the strength to keep going, and you inspire me every day to be the best I can be. I told you once before that you're like a firefly, and it's still true. You light up my life, and that's something no one can ever take away from us." 

Ruby slid the red ring into place and gently squeezed Penny's hand as Ghira stepped back up to finish the ceremony. 

"After those vows, I think we all know what the answers will be, but let's make this official. Ruby Rose, do you take Penny Polendina as your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love, cherish, and honor her, no matter what the future brings, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Penny Polendina, do you take Ruby Rose as your lawfully wedded wife? Do you promise to love, cherish, and honor her, no matter what the future brings, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do!"

Ruby laughed a bit at Penny's enthusiastic response, watching her bride bounce excitedly in place as they waited for permission to seal their promises. 

"Then, by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride." 

Ruby and Penny wasted no time in coming together, wrapping their arms tightly around one another, and capturing each other's lips in a kiss. It wasn't until someone started to clap that Ruby remembered there were even other people in the room, and by the time the two of them finally separated, which was only when Ruby needed to pull back to breathe, they were in the middle of receiving a standing ovation. 

Somehow, being at the front of the crowd didn't scare her so much now. The hard part was over, and she had her wife in her arms. Yang had been right; that was all that really mattered.