#guess it just got left in the ether somewhere

[fullofvalve]

Does anyone remember that catboy maid benrey blog or am I showing my age?

[nogenderbee]

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hiii!!, since your requests are open, could i ask for; akito x reader, going on a field trip/camping with the rest of the vbs, but they have ran into n25 and wxs (ofc separately) that also decided to go camping somewhere close??? I hope it's not too much😭😭

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello!!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff for Akito, platonic for rest

✧ you and VBS most likely got to know you have neighbors during your camping by suddenly hearing very loud yell... and quite chaotic banter...

✧ of course Akito quickly guessed correctly it must be the annoying wombo combo

✧ it wasn't long till they noticed VBS and tagged along... and oh boy it was just the start...

✧ Toya and Kohane didn't mind... But Akito? Oh he was complaining to you all the time... An too though...

"Can this place be any more loud...? Please don't prove me it can. I was complaining, not asking."

✧ Nene joined the "commenting what a weirdo wombo combo is" club to your surprise...

✧ Emu and Tsukasa were mostly talking with Kohane and Toya really!

✧ so that left the worse... Rui... to you... Or rather to Akito...

✧ he was clearly trying to get a reaction out if your boyfriend who was barely holding it together

✧ if Tsuaksa makes the morning extra loud for him he'll definitely end with flip flop or any shoe on his face followed by noise of you scolding Akito for what he did

✧ you're also either sharing a tent or having your tents right next to each other! There's no way he'd leave you like that when loud troublemakers are nearby...

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @wholesaleboi @yulikesminori @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 @hayillaaaaaaa @miguelito-maruti-blog @ravenmoon903 @toyaswif3y @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stories13 - come get your Wonderlands x Showtime!

✧ Ena could recognize that tent anywhere... It's from her house after all! So when she arrived with Nighrcord, she immideitly got irritated for her brother ruining her plans

✧ Mizuki of course was quite happy because this hangout just turned to be a lot more interesting!

✧ you can already tell Akito and his sister were fighting most of the time... throwing little banters at each other and so on...

✧ if you tried interrupting that, you'd most likely to get just pushed away

"Not now, Y/N!"

"Don't you raise your voice at them!"

✧ Mafuyu and Kanade were mostly in background not feeling like dealing with all this drama...

✧ Mizuki stayed out of the way only when siblings started fighting and always offered you a rescuing hand just in case~

✧ if they were not fighting tho, they're most likely teasing one of the Shinonome's or anyone in this group really!

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[tachimichishrine]

Q6yuquqjq YOU'RE LIKE THE PERFECT TACHIHARA FANFIC Y/N WRITER I FUCKING LOVE YOU MATE❤️❤️❤️❤️ I have one silly offer, and ofc ofc I'll wait my sweet time for u to drop it (probably wait for decades like I'm so invested). Can you do some...fluff like the reader is so inlove and has been dropping hints to tachi. He knows but he wants the reader to say it to his face instead of hints.with the silly lines "I ain't a patient man, say it to my face" QJKSJSJS IDK HOW TO WORD IT BUT U CAN DO IT!!!!

<QIUQ8UE8U2WE (i'm the only tachihara fanfic writer sooo,,,)(unless i'm not...)(if there's someone else who writes for him pls tag me im desperate....) BUT RAH I FKIN LOVE YOU MORE YOU SEXY AHH ANON,, your offer is not silly it is majestically ethereal it deserves to be framed and hung in the louvre it belongs on a higher plane of existence... im so sorry it's short BUT URGH THE IDEA IS SO GOOD >

"impatient"

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tachihara michizou x fem! jouno's sister! reader

warnings: none! take the fluff and frustrated tachi and flustered reader! (obviously some mild cursing and intended lowercase >///<)

it was a mistake, a terrible mistake that led to this.

"listen up, you bitch," tachihara seethed, pressing the tip of the gun against her temple, "this is our turf and you have no business being here."

"look sweetheart, this is all a misunderstanding," she said coolly, despite her heart pounding in her chest and the cold metal wrapped around her wrists.

and she wasn't lying. the series of events that led to her being tied to a metal chair somewhere in the port mafia's infinite supply of basements were peculiar, difficult to explain to the man who was threatening her life.

"any chance I could explain this all over some drinks?" she suggested with a chuckle before he dragged the gun down to her neck and pushed it up under her chin. "sheesh, okay, I guess not."

"having fun now, aren't we?" he nearly spat in her face, looking disgusted. "let's see how much you laugh when I put a hole in every one of your limbs-"

she shushed him then spoke in a whisper. "I think they're gone now, you can lay off the act."

tachihara sighed out of relief and moved to take the cuffs off of the detained woman.

"you're a real pain in my ass, you know that?" he whispered back, watching her get up and stretch her limbs. "I told you not to show up here."

"I'm sorry, I got carried away! I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd say hi... never thought you'd have another mafioso with you."

"you're gonna blow my cover," he said plainly, earning a pout.

their relationship was complicated.

jouno [_____], executive at the most notorious criminal organization in yokosuka, a city south of yokohoma, who still traveled back and forth for some occasional business. her current position was formerly filled by her brother saigiku, who left the underground in order to join the hunting dogs.

she, on the other hand, stuck the criminal route and even maintained contact with her sibling throughout the 6 years without ever switching sides. he never spoke about her to his colleagues except for a single grumble under his breath on one occasion where teruko was out of control, saying she was acting just like "his delinquent sister".

the matter was laid to rest until the first day of tachihara's infiltration into the port mafia. supposedly, since he had no street credit and would look extremely suspicious, she was his ticket in. she wasn't doing it out of the goodness of her heart (she was paid by the hunting dogs after being recommended by her brother), and yet tachihara found that she'd taken less than a week to get him accustomed to the underground life and put in a good word for him with the port mafia. she acted somewhat unprofessional at times, but there was no denying that she was good.

a little too good at times.

he was given impossible missions, to begin. the kind of things that set you up for failure unless you were a prodigy or had insane connections, missions hand-delivered by mori or any executive to test the new recruit. the first time, he was supposed to go and threaten the foreigners that had settled in on the edge of town and gotten themselves too comfortable with yokohoma. he relayed the information back to the hunting dogs, and jouno happened to mention it over the phone to his sister. she jumped in, ready to intervene before tachihara went in guns blazing and found himself confronting the notorious bulletproof brothers of brazil. she even told him where to buy knockout gas and gave him the rundown of the crime groups of the region.

once he got more familiar with his environment, she was needed less and yet contacted him at the same frequency. sometimes it was for essential information, other times it was for "company", as she put it. the ambiguity made it so that he didn't have any other choice but to respond to all of her calls.

tonight, she was in yokohoma for some business and decided to pop by and say hi. unfortunately, she did so right as he was having a chat with chuuya and they were caught in a peculiar situation. they played along, her pretending to be caught and him pretending to not know who she was while the executive spat in her face and asked what she was doing in this part of yokohoma. tachihara took charge of the situation and promised to find out, which led to them both roleplaying in the basement of the port mafia.

"oh, come on, you're gonna be fineeee," she tapped the tip of his nose, giggling without a care in the world. "chuuya knows I travel 'round these areas, and he's gonna catch wind of the deal I just closed earlier tonight, too. just tell him that and all's well. cheer up, tachihara, it's the underground. no one cares that much here."

he grumbled some kind of confirmation and watched as she held his hand and they both turned to human vapor. his consciousness paused momentarily and he came to a few streets down, wobbly on his feet as if his muscles were liquified.

"what the fuck, I didn't say—"

she shushed his protest, nodding her head to the motorcycle parked in front of them. "oh come on, stop complainin'. I'd ask you for drinks but most of the shops 'round here are mafia-owned and you'd be paranoid about gettin' caught, right? so hop on, I'll take ya to the other side of town, but you're paying, got it?"

"shit, you're gonna get me—"

"drunk. now hop on, pretty boy, we've got places to be."

he complied with a roll of his eyes, mildly pissed but unable not to reflect back the playful attitude she was giving him.

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the ride was rather long, but damn him if he complained.

she had her body leaning around the tank, legs constantly at work shifting gears and shifting their weight as the motorcycle sped up drastically. she didn't offer him a helmet, not even a jacket of any sorts, since she'd never crashed before. she whispered, "hold on, even if we're about to crash, and you'll be fine," and he didn't have any room to complain or ask questions.

her ability to turn herself and any objects directly in contact with her skin into vapor greatly resembled her brother's, but proved so useful in the sense that she could control herself in a gaseous state, floating around a room and gathering intel almost completely invisible, which made her such an effective executive. tachihara put two and two together and figured she'd evaporate both him and the bike if anything went south.

nothing went wrong. in fact, the fear for his life got him wrapping his hands around her waist and burying his face in her back. when he loosened up, she would do a dangerous maneuver and his grip would tighten once again as she laughed maniacally.

she laughed about it some more when they were finally inside the lounge owned by her own organization, sitting in a booth in the corner so that it was unlikely anyone would notice them— even if they did, she had the kind of authority that made it feel incredibly dangerous to even think about tattletalling. apparently, the sadism ran in the family.

"you really freaked out when I swerved around that huge truck," she giggled, taking a sip out of her mystery drink and sliding the glass over to him. "want a sip?"

"what is it?" he questioned, still drinking without waiting for her to respond. his face scrunched up in disgust and he pushed it back. "yurk, what is that? can't believe you drink that shit voluntarily."

"hey, it's my favourite flavour!" she frowned and punched his shoulder. "I'll tell them to charge you double for everything 'cause you deserve it."

"isn't everything we order free? I mean, since you practically own the shop, that's what the guy at the front told you."

"shut up, I'm trying to make a point."

the evening was quiet, almost no one around except the two of them. she asked how her brother had been, and he asked the same thing since he hadn't spoken to his coworkers in quite some time. she gave him more details on things he needed to watch out for, and then listened to his updates with enough attention that neither of them noticed her body gravitating towards his. by the time it was too early in the morning and the place was closing, their shoulders were practically rubbing and she was close enough to kiss him.

it was all she ever thought of. she lied to herself, said she was checking out the bandage on his nose and her gaze just dropped down to his lips while he spoke. staring long enough for him to notice - that was the plan - except he didn't seem to notice at all, or at least he pretended not to. laughing loudly at every semi-funny joke he made, distractedly taking her bottom lip in between her teeth, tilting her head when he spoke; she was running out of hints to drop. the only other thing she could think of was carving "I love you" into her forehead and praying he doesn't spontaneously go blind.

how dense can a man be?

she had a driver drop him off back in yokohoma; her heart ached when she waved him goodbye and goodnight.

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she couldn't stop thinking about him, day and night, and it was getting out of control. she would zone out in the middle of meetings and her colleagues were noticing. she explained that it was just some personal stuff, not that her chest felt hollow whenever she thought about him, not that she was catching herself thinking of gifts to get him, not that she was atrociously in love with him.

months, she spent months trying to drop hints. she had felt like she might accidentally evaporate when she had called him "pretty boy" for the first time, but he shrugged it off as if she hadn't said anything. once she got comfortable with that, she got touchy, and still no reaction. over the past week, she texted and called him nearly every night and even fell asleep on call on a few occasions. she checked the call log and he hung up nearly an hour after she drifted off, long enough to signal that he was listening to her snore softly but not long enough that he could've fallen asleep accidentally as well.

she kept losing hope as she thought about it, then regaining the confidence after seeing him again. it was getting unbearable.

"saigiku, I'm losing my mind," she said, sitting down at a bench on the pier. her legs kicked back and forth, and she sighed into the phone. "I don't understand guys. help me out here."

"ugh, don't you have girlfriends to talk about this shit with?" he groaned in annoyance on the other end. "I don't know. men are stupid. hope that helps."

she mimicked him. "thanks bro, you're tons of help."

"well, you won't tell me anything about the guy so I don't know what you want from me. either suck it up and say it to him or move on."

his advice wasn't bad, but it was simultaneously obvious that he couldn't care less. she rolled her eyes and changed the topic, instead listening for what felt like hours while he ranted about his dumb colleague. she wondered whether the jounos were really just bad at understanding people.

once the call was over, she took a deep breath of the ocean breeze and closed her eyes. nearly falling asleep on the bench, she was roused by her name being called out, a familiar voice.

"hey, tachihara," she smiled softly at him, seemingly exhausted (from all the nights spent rolling over in bed, thinking about him).

"you said you had intel?" he takes a seat next to her, trying to play it cool in case they were spotted, despite the light fog and the lack of anyone being out this late at night.

nodding, she handed over a folder filled with the information she collected about the next inspectors in yokohoma, the ones who were going to try to naively take down the port mafia and ultimately fail.

"they have a few operations going on, one about your buddy hirotsu. they might start digging into you too, and you don't want them finding out. deal with them as if them finding your identity was a death sentence, because it might as well be."

the information was true, but nothing in the folder was important. she just wanted to see him again.

"so..." he leafed through the papers, "anything I need to look out for?"

the millions of hints I keep dropping you.

"nothing particular, I think. they'll probably aim for more important mafia figures, so you'll be glossed over as a new recruit. someone experienced will likely take care of them before you need to."

"okay, thanks," he made the motion to get up, but stopped himself. "...are you in yokohoma for long?"

"just the night, my driver's picking me up in a few hours," she smiled reassuringly at him. "why?"

"huh? no reason, just wonderin'." he got up this time and nodded at her. "thanks for the drop, you didn't hafta do that."

I'm in love with you, you fool, of course I did.

"oh, it's not a big deal. anything for a friend."

more than a friend. fuck, you look gorgeous in the moonlight.

she caught herself watching his back as he walked away. her hand reached out, as if to physically catch him as he slipped away, then she cursed herself.

"hey, tachihara? are you in a rush to go anywhere?"

he turned around and shot up a brow. her smirk felt genuine.

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the idea was stupid, to combine both of their abilities together to try to get the best view of the night sky. no city light in their way as they stood a few hundred meters from the ground. she beat up the metal roof of a small car and pulled it off so that they could place it on the ground. they both sat down on top of it, one of her hands holding him while the other's palm flattened out on the sheet of metal. evaporating; within seconds, they were among the clouds. she warped them back and he activated his ability to carry both of their weights.

suspended in the sky, suspended in time.

"never seen the stars this clearly before," she murmured, feet dangling over the edge as she laid down. "living in the city really takes away from the small things, doesn't it?"

"guess so," he said, doing the same as she did.

silence. nothing except the breeze and the frigid air and their breathing.

"the stars are beautiful," she said, dumbly, not knowing what else to say.

"yeah," he responded simply.

more silence. she could've sworn he could hear her heart pounding.

"...is it heavy to hold both of us up?"

"not really."

it was getting painful.

"shit, it's cold up here."

"uh huh."

she wasn't lying, it really was cold. but at least the numbness in her fingers took over for the numbness in her mind.

"should we head down?"

"sure."

she held onto the plate, then reached for his hand. she hesitated. it felt like she was always making the first move, always trying to do something, and now it was feeling all wrong. she just wanted him to confirm anything, tell her anything, anything at all.

she got over herself, took his frozen hand in hers and brought them back down.

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she took her brother's advice and got over herself.

of course, she still filled him in on anything he needed to know and she occasionally tried to talk with him, but it was as if he was purposefully avoiding not only her hints, but anything at all that she did.

so, she was quite surprised when she found that he'd left her a message telling her to show up at a bar in between the two cities that evening.

her leg bounced uneasily while she sat at a table, drinks already ordered but her glass toyed with between her fingers while she waited. thankfully, it wasn't long before he arrived, amber eyes catching hers from across the room.

"hey," she smiled, trying to repress the butterflies and keep a level head. "what did you— huh?!"

tachihara had grabbed her arm with a tight grip, firmly pulling her up to her feet as she complied, confused.

"ow, lay off my arm— I'll follow you but where the fuck are we going? I ordered drinks, y'know, feels like a waste..."

"will you shut the actual fuck up?" he interrupted again, now pulling her outside of the bar completely and pushing her against the wall. "are you fucking stupid?"

"what the hell? what's wrong with you, tachiha-"

"I'd ask you the same thing. look, I'm not dumb. I can practically feel your heart beating out of your chest right now."

"wha-"

"look, I ain't a patient man. just say it to my face."

it took his stern expression, the way he was almost trapping her against the brick wall of the building and looking as serious as she'd ever seen him to realize that they were both thinking the same thing.

"what, do you wanna hear that I like you? you're gonna make me sound like a lovesick schoolgirl," she chuckled, using humour to envelope her confession so that whatever came next would hurt less. or so, she hoped.

"not good enough."

she narrowed her eyes at him. "the fuck do you mean, not good enough? I've been trying to drop you hints for the past century and your dense ass wasn't having it, all of a sudden you're acting distant, then you're pulling me out of a bar and asking me to confess to you? fine, you wanna hear about how fucking stupid I am around you? you wanna hear how I read over every message you've ever sent me before I go to sleep, how I can't do shit without seeing something that reminds me of you, how I feel like I'm going to combust into a thousand fucking pieces whenever I see you smile at one of my lame jokes? you wanna hear about every time I told myself I'd say something and then I back out of it? you wanna—"

she stopped talking as soon as his hand wrapped around her neck, fingertips intertwined with her hair and thumbs running upwards along her ears so he had a good enough hold to pull her into his lips.

maybe it was everything she'd ever imagined, or maybe it wasn't. who cares. he was kissing her.

she didn't know what to do, how to kiss him back when he was pressing into her like he wanted this as badly as she did. her body went along with his, allowing him to push her harder against the wall and kiss her deeper. it didn't end, her lips opening up and panting softly into his mouth while his tongue took over. he drew pictures of her into the roof of her mouth, and she was drunk on his spit by the time he pulled away.

"fucking finally," he breathed out, chest rising and falling against hers.

"I'm so goddamn confused," she giggled back, "not that I'm complaining."

"you didn't just drop hints, you threw them at my fuckin' face, [_____]. I was waiting for you to make the first move and you didn't, so I tried somethin' else to see if you'd get sick and tired and finally say it. but you didn't, and I wasn't gonna wait any longer."

"you could've just asked me first, you dipshit."

he grinned that stupid, smug grin she couldn't get over. "yeah, but then I wouldn't have heard your little speech there."

"oh, fuck you." her words didn't match her actions, grabbing handfuls of his jacket and pulling him in for another kiss.

for an impatient man, he felt like he waited his whole life for this moment.

[lostdrarryfics]

lostdrarryfics monthly roundup! June 2024

Below you will find the requests we could not locate in the month of June. Please let us know if you recognize any!

You can also browse our lengthy lost fic masterlist, where we have compiled every request we have been unable to find over the past few years. We're always hoping someone will recognize a fic so we can let the asker know what it was!

1. I read a fic 10-15 years ago about 8th year drarry and their bedroom doors were linked with the person who matched them sexually (obvs drarry matched) it wasn’t on ao3 it was on some old fic website that was a dark green colour. It was deffo an explicit fic.

2. looking for a drarry fic that is also multiple pairings. i read it on ao3, i think 3+ years ago and have been trying to find it since. it's at hogwarts after i think fifth year? harry finds out that students have orgies in the room of requirements, i think its called the five o club or something similar-club, he joins one time and there he fucks draco, the twins, i think also cedric and cho and some others

3. I read it on ao3 and it was fairly long if that helps. It's a fic set after the end of the war, where Draco has gone missing out of the country, Harry finds him living with a group of muggle ocs somewhere, in some sort of shelter, with no memories of his past, not even recalling his name. For most of the fic he's even called by a different name, though I cant remember which

4. I think this fic was fairly known i guess. It was a multi chapter fic. It was set in Hogwarts ( I am not sure if this was the 8th year or not but they were surely not kids). Ron once said that in wizarding world people don't care about gender or sexuality. And that all wizards have a little bit of gayness or poof in them. ( I don't remember the exact wording). Ron also said so we're that draco is pretty and they on care if the person is pretty or not (like not their gender). Hermione and draco have become friends and they were in library talking when Ron came and saw them and he was angry (not too much). Seeing this draco got up and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek ( he did this with his friends as well, first time he did this to hermione it was an accident). But Ron stopped him by grabbing him from behind and draco just seductively looked over him from his lashes and said Ron. He was then quickly released and gave Hermione one more kiss before going. Ron was then sitting on the table. When Hermione asked him if he was hard () and then started to comfort him like it's fine etc and Ron is just embarrassed and draco is listening to all of this hiding behind a bookshelf. After hearing this he left the library smiling a little. Harry in this fic i am not sure if he thought being gay was bad or not but I remember somewhere that they(trio) were talking about sexuality and muggle saw it as bad and something like this

5. fic where draco referred to the death eaters as "his fathers strange guests" and refused to acknowledge voldy. He mentioned them as having questionable fashion tastes and strange tattoos lol. And everytime harry tried to talk to him about it he would deflect.

FOUND! 6. it was a near direct au of captive prince or perhaps just inspired by so the setting is like foreign fantasy land (do not believe there was magic). it was pretty long, harry was the captured one (for leading a rebellion or such like) and i feel he was often described kinda brutish and draco was described very fair skinned (oppressor cough cough) and etheral perhaps. Definitely was mature or explicit in rating with some detailed sex.

[zaynahfrozenfrost]

Enchanted To Meet You Part ||| (The Final Part)

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This is the last part of this series and I don’t know if this part's gonna be good but never mind. I'm really sorry for the long delay, I had exams and I had to find some wedding vows from Google but they weren’t good so, I had to delay it for that. I don’t know if these are Jewish vows but never mind.

Today's my wedding day and I felt scared at every single minute coming because I was coming a step closer to Edgar's dungeon. The wedding would start at 2pm and I had woken up at 9am. The maids, makeup girl and my stylist were dressing me up. It was a white strapless dress full of ruffles made of fine silk and I loved it. I had my hair in the back into a braided bun and my front into side swept bangs with my tiara and veil which was quite long. I had pearls on my dress unsystematically with some pearl earrings. I had my last conversation with Beth, Venus, Noelle and my best friend Freya. The wedding, it all felt too rushed for me.

I got into the carriage and we reached the cathedral 1 hour before the wedding. My parents were talking with Edgar's parents and they told us to go somewhere else. And so we did.

"How do you feel about the wedding? Or are just gonna run away from it like you do?" Edgar asked

"Please don't talk to me, Edgar. We both know what this marriage is for so, don't bother asking imbecile things" I said angrily

We both went silent as if we were strangers. Why did I have to see this day? Why am I marrying Edgar? Shouldn’t I be with Timothée? My mind had a lot to ask. Edgar's parents seemed like good people and most probably, they don't know about his tactics at all.

Then the guests started to come. I walked down the aisle with my father. It felt like I was going towards my birdcage.

"Dearly beloved, we gather here today to celebrate the union of Prince Edgar and Princess Y/n in marriage. In the Jewish tradition, marriage is considered a sacred covenant, and we are honored to witness this joyous occasion."

"STOP!" A voice shouted. And it was Timothée with my sister Sasha and her husband Rome. I talked with Sasha everyday so, how did Timothée know about all this?

"He's not a good man." Timothée said to everyone

"I don't understand" Edgar's father said

"What is he saying?" Edgar's mother asked

"How so? Do you have proof?" My father asked

"We do. You see, my dearest father in law, Y/n has told my wife about that man's disgusting behaviour towards her. You might ask, what happened to her left eye? He punched it and a few times, she called us and told Sasha about how he slapped her, forces her to do everything etc. Y/n never wanted to marry Edgar but because of your foolish, disgusting and greedy behaviour, she's putting herself into a bird cage. I hope this helped you" Rome said

"Edgar? How could you? You're our son and you go and do THIS?!?" Edgar's mother said

"Y/n, I never knew my son is such a sinister human being. My condolences and I deeply apologize for my son's behaviour" His mother said.

"Edgar, I guess it's time you get your dose of discipline because you were going to put another kingdom's princess in danger" His father said angrily

Then they took Edgar away and apologized to me a lot. I forgave them since they are not villainous like their son is. My father was raging with maroon on his face. My mother was shocked along with everyone.

"Y/n, what's going to happen to the ceremony? You might never be able to get married if we don’t get a groom." My mother told me

"I'll be her groom" Timothée said

Then Timothée got dressed up in his outfit. He looked so flawless and ethereal in it. Then I had to walk down the aisle again but this time, it felt safe because I knew I was walking to my soulmate. Music was playing as well.

"Dearly beloved, we gather here today to celebrate the union of Prince Timothée and Princess Y/n in marriage. In the Jewish tradition, marriage is considered a sacred covenant, and we are honored to witness this joyous occasion."

"Prince Timothée, do you take Princess Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish? Do you promise to support her in times of joy and in times of sorrow, to be her partner in all of life's adventures?" Requested the priest

"I do." Said Timothée

Princess Y/n, do you take Prince Timothée to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish? Do you promise to support him in times of joy and in times of sorrow, to be his partner in all of life's adventures?

"I do." I said it and felt cathartic

"Do you both promise to create a home filled with love, kindness, and understanding? Will you build a life together based on mutual respect, compassion, and shared values?"

"We do." Timothée and I said together

"May your love be a guiding light as you embark on this sacred journey of marriage. May you find strength in each other, and may your union be a source of inspiration and blessings to all who know you. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you as spouses. You may seal your vows with a kiss."

Then we sealed it with a kiss and I felt like I was in heaven, his kiss felt so appealing. Other than my father, everyone was clapping. In evening, we were going to have our first dance ball and I felt so adrenalized because, this was going to be our first dance as a married pair. I can't believe that I actually got married with the love of my life.

Evening came around. I was wearing a off-shoulder tea length dress which was a very light shade of lavender and I had my hair down with a floral head piece. Timothée looked so charming that I couldn’t help but stare at him. Other than my father, everyone was there. The evening was so breath-taking, it was the best day of my life and I'll never forget about it.

Sorry if the ending sucked lol, I didn’t know what else to put here.

[bi4bihankking]

💜Hank/Jack Knight

Based on @lesbiandinin's Hank/David fic

If you had asked Jack that morning if he thought he could possibly wind up kissing his dead brother’s former fiancé later that day, then he would have called you crazy. It wasn’t that he hated the guy or thought that he was ugly or anything like that; it was more that he gave off a bit of an ethereal, untouchable air, and while Dad did try to get him to come to Sunday dinner, he always did seem a bit uncomfortable about coming over, and Jack wanted to respect his boundaries a little.   

Plus, he did have some level of loyalty somewhere deep down.  

But the point was, he got the vibe that Henry thought that since his connection to the family had died, he should just quietly leave them alone and not bother them anymore. The Scott family had definitely done a number on him, that was for sure.  

In fact, when he got the text, he almost thought that it was a misdial. ‘Jack’ was probably close enough to ‘Jay’ in his contacts that it was possible. Henry didn’t seem like he was close to that many people. But his name had been used, so it had to be for him: ‘Can you come pick me up, Jack?’ didn’t leave a lot of room for interpretation.  

Of course, he had forgotten to include where he wanted to be picked up from, and it took a little needling to get the fact that he was at a gay bar out of him. Jack probably got 4 paragraphs of excuses before he even got close to getting an address. That was probably why the telepath hadn’t texted Jay. Jay would be a hell of a lot less understanding, and he’d probably assume that Hank sleeping around with strange men was a problem to be fixed.  

It was a place Jack knew somewhat well. He’d been a few times in his younger days. Pulling up slowly alongside the building, he looked around for the redhead, finding him slumped down by the entrance, his back against the wall. He probably didn’t want to sit on the pavement like that. Who knew what had been there? It was too late to do anything about it, though. Jack parked the car and swung open the door, but Hank didn’t even look up.  

Jack sighed, supposing that meant that he’d have to lift him up himself. It took a lot of effort, but eventually, he was able to get the telepath’s arm around his shoulder and hoisted him up to his feet. Hank let out a weak groan.  

“Did someone do something to you?” Jack asked, trying to keep his voice soft and comforting. “Did someone put something in your drink?”  

Thankfully, the other man shook his head. “It was stupid of me to think I could handle being somewhere that crowded.”  

It took a moment for what exactly he meant by that to truly sink in, but no matter what anyone might say about the main problem being solved, the truth was that Mister Mind eating part of Hank’s brain had definitely left him with a permanent disability. It meant that if he was in a crowded place, other people’s minds would just pour into his, and no matter how much time passed, it didn’t seem to be improving.  

Which was obviously an issue when he just wanted to fool around and have fun with other guys, but the main places for doing that were packed with people (and the apps for doing so were filled with some of the most annoying people alive). Jack patted him awkwardly on the shoulder. “Well,” he offered, “you could always ask someone to set you up.”  

Hank let out a loud groan. “Nooooooooo-”  

Yeah, Jack had guessed that one would be a no-go. He thought about it some more while leading the other man back to his car. What he came up with was probably the worst idea possible.  

“Well...” Jack started, slowly pushing Hank back against his car and leaning in for a deep kiss. His tongue pushed past the telepath’s slack lips and explored the cavern of his mouth. By the time he pulled back, both men were breathless. “You could always come home with me.” He finished, as if the offer hadn’t been implicit.  

David was going to kill him the next time they saw each other. 

[gay-cryptidz]

The Comfort Between Your Scars

Chapter 6

TW: Animal death

"Didn't expect you back so soon.", Noah grinned, "Miss me already?"

"You wish!"

"Beer?"

Noah hardly waited for Joel to nod before filling up a glass.

"Well, not a lot of people go out on a Sunday night, and I know damn well that you have to get up early, so either you're here for me or your drinking habits are worse than I thought"

"Maybe a bit of both. Better than admitting I got kicked out of the house by my own daughter so she can have a sleepover"

Noah snorted at the thought of Joel being kicked out by a pre-teen. It was kind of sweet, really. Sounded like the type of thing Mari would do.

"Yeah, that would be ridiculous and extremely embarrassing. Being an alcoholic is much better. Cheers"

He raised his glass at Joel, who did the same with one of those gorgeous little smiles of his, and downed the rest of his drink before refilling it.

"So, anything new going on?"

"Same old. Went hiking with Sarah yesterday, she loves that stuff. That girl uses every opportunity to climb stuff, it's crazy"

Mari was the same. Always running, always climbing, like she was trying to get away from something. Well, maybe she was.

"That sounds fun. I used to hike a lot. More like take walks, I guess. In, uh, in my hometown. Small town, we lived right on the edge, near the train tracks. When I needed to get away from everything I used to just wander into the woods, sit down somewhere and watch the trains go by. Always thought one day I'd hop one one day, see where it takes me"

Noah almost felt like he was back there again, the smell of dirt and rotting leaves and iron and the trains sending vibrations through the ground under his feet and a breeze through his hair. His only escape, some of the few good memories of his time in that godforsaken town.

"Did you ever?"

"No, no. Couldn't get myself to leave, as much as I wanted to get out of that hellhole. Don't think I ever really believed I'd do it at all, I guess it was just wishful thinking. Something to hold on to, you know?"

Joel nodded. Noah noticed another patron approaching the bar and got them their drink before returning to the conversation.

"What was it like? Your hometown"

"Oh, you know. Nothing special, pretty small, religious as fuck. The name tells you everything you need to know, really. Trinity, Texas. You can imagine the general attitude people had towards me"

With a thoughtful hum from Joel, the two of them fell silent. Joel seemed to zone out a little, absentmindedly looking at the shelves behind Noah and massaging his ring finger with the index and thumb of his other hand. Noah carefully watched him, every little shift in his face, every movement of his eyes and- god, his eyes. Something about them reminded him of one of those days in the forest.

"I saw a deer once, on the train tracks. It was just standing there, staring at me. You know, you kinda think of deer as these scared prey animals but in that moment it... It didn't even look bothered, even when the train came. It was like it was staring right into my soul, like it knew me on some deep level, it's hard to describe. There was something so wise, so... ethereal about it. I tried to scare it off, get it to run, I even threw a rock at it, but it didn't move a muscle. Looked me right in the eyes when the train hit it. I don't know, in that moment, it felt like it was some sort of message. Like an omen. Like... I'm that deer and I'm just standing there, staring in the other direction instead of running while death is barrelling towards me"

He took a quick sip from his drink, realising he'd been rambling, and tried to laugh it off.

"Sorry, that's kinda depressing"

"No, no. That's... I mean it's depressing as shit but... I don't know, it's a good story. You know what I mean"

"Well, thanks for listening to my good depressing stories", Noah laughed. "Hey, at least I got a cool tattoo out of it! Hold on"

He had to unbutton his shirt a little to reveal his left shoulder and the tattoo of a deer head with pitch black eyes, a circle of train tracks resembling a halo behind it and leaves jutting out from the bottom.

"One of the first ones I designed"

"Damn, how did I miss that one before? That's gotta be one of the best ones!"

"Thanks!", Noah grinned, putting his shirt back into place. "Now you know the story behind it too"

One of the few anecdotes from his past he'd share willingly and yet it still felt like giving away a piece of his soul. He wondered if it would ever get easier, if he even wanted it to be.

"You know, I didn't expect seeing an animal die like that would stick with me for so long. Guess it's mostly those few seconds before it happened, but still"

"I think most people remember the first time they ever saw something die, 'specially if it's brutal like that. Just burns itself into your brain, I think"

Tap, tap, tap.

"Never said it was the first time"

Joel shot him a curious glance but he had no intention of elaborating, taking another sip and changing the topic instead.

"Well, let's not dwell on dead things. How's Sarah doing?"

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[ssuminshan-official]

Xiyao date! ✨️

Xichen and Yao: *sitting in their garden. While he stroked A-Yao's tail*

Yao: *amused*

Xichen: cutest of all hulijings. Are you appeased?

Yao: certainly.

Xichen: *kneels and kisses the tip of A-Yao's tail* I pay my love and respects to you.

Yao: *smiling*

I see you're obsessed with my tail?

Xichen: because it's soft and fluffy, and a part of you.

Yao: awww.

Xichen: Ayao, are you ready to go horseback riding?

Yao: sure. *lifts chin* and maybe my A-Huan can carry me to somewhere secluded.

Xichen: *blushing* I'll love that!

Yao: mhm, it will just you, me and my tail.

Xichen: *kisses him on his forehead* I see how generous my emperor is.

Yao: *smiling*

Xichen: Foxy, did you see the chocolate fountain I left in your room?

Thanks to the hulijing resources

Yao: yes! And I had some fruits dipped in chocolate before I got here.

Xichen: how lavish.

A-Yao, I want to get you more lavish things, even though you are already living like a diva.

Yao: as I must.

Xichen: *kisses* you're my diva.

Yao: *blushing*

Xichen: shall we go?

Yao: mn. *stood up*

Xichen: *shelters him with an umbrella* wait, Huangdi.

Yao: *smiling and sauntering*

Huanhuan. Speaking of spending money. You know that you'll have an imperial salary, and Jing Manor will fulfill your every need.

So that means.....

Xichen: so it means that my money is to buy you gifts and take care of you. *smile* I was already planning to do that.

Yao: excellent, Huanhuan.

Xichen: well that's my duty, darling.

Xichen: here it is, A-Yao. Let me help you up.

Yao: mn.

Xichen: *climbs on top of the horse, puts his arms around him, then holds onto the reins.*

Are you comfy?

Yao: yea.

Xichen: I'm holding you, A-Yao.

~~

After some minutes of riding through the forests, they reached to a secluded valley.

Xichen: what do you think?

Yao: it's beautiful.

Xichen: hmm.... *holds hand* let's go.

*supports him* be careful, emperor.

Yao: yea Huan.

Xichen: there are roots.

Both: *crossing over a small stream*

Furthermore, Xiyao found a spot under a tree, where they snuggled in each other's arms.

Yao: Huan.

Xichen: A-Yao.

Yao: hiding from my staff and team dimple?

Xichen: hehe, you can say so.

Today I want you to myself.

Xichen: *hugs* I'm always yours.

Yao: *touches chest* Huan, aren't you afraid of a hulijing misbehaving with you. *caressing his face* alone.

Xichen: *blushing* I'm fine, if it's the emperor.

Yao: ah. I wonder who's that lucky person.

Xichen: *kisses* make a guess.

Yao: hmm, I definitely know who it is.

Xichen: *kisses his hand* one and only reigning emperor of Hulijings. My A-Yao.

Yao: mhm. *caressing Xichen's thigh*

Xichen: *rubbing near his rear.* would you make your tail appear, foxy.

Yao: well of course. 

Yao: *reclines in a certain way*

Xichen: *kisses him where his tail begins*

Yao: *flicks tail in his face*

Xichen: *blushing*

Yao: are you loving my imperial floof? *laughing*

Xichen: yup.

Xichen started kissing his dimples delicately while sticking his tongue in them, whereas A-Yao took off his outer robes while trying to sink his teeth in his shoulders and sucking on some of his qi energy.

Yao: *successfully bites*

Xichen: *giggling in drunkenness* Huangdi!!.

Yao: *links lips*

Xichen: I'm so excited! Bite me again!

Yao: *bites*

Xichen: *hugs him tightly, while kissing his neck* ughh, A-Yao.

Yao: X....xichen...*smooches him*

Xichen: *trembles in ecstasy* I can't wait to marry you, A-Yao.

I'll kiss you everyday like this.

Yao: oh my.

Xichen: and I hope you drunken me with your kisses as well.

Xichen: *raises hand in his and kisses* is that much to ask from your servant.

Yao: *blushing* Huan. You can kiss me like this anytime.

Xichen: good. *lifts him in his arms, and placed him in a flower field.*

Yao: er ge! Er ge, why did you put me here. *blush* what naughty intentions are you up to.

Xichen: *hands him a flower* I find you look gorgeous amongst flowers.

The hulijings are lucky to have such an ethereal emperor.

Yao: Oh er ge. Why are you flattering me.

Xichen: because I'm crazily in love with you. And I'm ready to tackle team dimple for you.

Yao: I'll go back and tell them!

Xichen: go ahead, Huangdi.

Yao: heehee, aren't you afraid that they do something.

Xichen: I know they can't because they don't want to displease you.

Yao: ahh.

Xichen: and I can just hide behind Song'er.

Yao: *laughing*

~~

On the other side!

Huaisang: being under house arrest sucks! How am I supposed to sabotage San ge within the confinement of my room.

*peeping out his doorway*

Then he overheard some eunuchs and servants talking.

I feel so happy for our Huangdi.

Yea. His engagement and wedding will be very spectacular! And Huangdi

will look so elegant and beautiful.

I think we should offer flowers to our emperor as a gift.

He's infact the cutest hulijing.

Huaisang: Sang ge is getting married????

Ay you, come here!

Some Passerby: evil Huaisang, what do you need?

Huaisang: hey, I'm not evil! But does it look good on me?

Does it make me look hot and menacing.

Anyways, is San ge getting married?!

Yes, and you're cordially NOT invited.

Huaisang: *rolls eyes* I don't want to come anyway.

Anything else you want to know?

Huaisang: no, I'm fine. You can leave.

Huaisang: *sits and plans* if I sabotage the engagement, er ge would get the blame.

Haha. Perfect! I can get rid of San ge without lifting a finger.

I'm so so sorry, er ge. *grin*

Rusong and team D: *walking around the compound*

Mo xuanyu: I'm feeling really jittery.

Xue yang: is it about Jiggy's hot date.

Mo xuanyu: yea!

Su she: I hope he acts appropriate with my Huangdi.

Xue yang: he better.

Rusong: guys relax. I believe that A-Die is having fun.

Su she: Song'er, lans are very scandalous.

Rusong: lol how?

Xue yang: it's in their blood.

Soon you'll see Sizhui and Jingyi.

Rusong: oh my. I can imagine Jingyi and Ouyang Zizhen fighting over a girl.

Xue yang: exactly.

Mo xuanyu: guys, do you think Yao gege destroyed Lan lips.

Xue yang: obviously he did.

Su she: definitely.

Xue yang: we'll have to revive poor Lan lips afterwards.

Rusong: now how are you three going to do that.

Xue yang: demonic cultivation.

Mo xuanyu: CPR.

Su she: eww. I'll slap him until he regains consciousness.

There's no way I'm performing cpr on him!

Rusong: *laughing* ah you guys are always so entertaining.

Xue yang: stick with us, child. We'll teach you stuff.

Su she: anyways for sure, we got to wait for that Lan lips so that we can interview him.

Rusong: as you should.

Tell me how it goes ok.

Xue yang: definitely!

Rusong: would you ever interview A-Die?

Su she: never!

Mo xuanyu: we could never do that to our king.

Xue yang: but if we have to, we'll ask him why is he so goodlooking.

And does he top Nie Mingjue, Jiang cheng and Xichen.

Mo xuanyu: we already know that he's in fact a dominant top.

Xue yang: he tops the entire Jianghu.

Rusong: *laughs* I hear you.

Xue yang: I wonder what you would be in the future.

Su she: xue yang! He's still a teen!

Xue yang: but he still needs to know! And I'm curious!

Mo xuanyu: Song'er is going to slay like Yao gege.

Ruosng: obviously I will.

Don't you know that a lot of fox spirit girls are already head over heels for me.

I think it's the dimples. Or I'm just Dianxia.

Trio: *shocked* little Dianxia?!!!!

Su she: D....do you talk to them? Dianxia?

Rusong: no. But if I do, I'll do it casually.

I'm too busy, sorry.

Xue yang: busy doing what?! Being rich and lavish!

Rusong: noooo. I have some Wangzi work to do.

Su she: awww, good Song'er.

Mo xuanyu: hardworking just like Yao gege.

Xue yang: that's signs of being a power top.

Su she: is Zixuan a top?

Mo xuanyu: I'm not sure. Maybe he is.

Xue yang: that guy isn't a top. If a chair had a chance to sit on him instead, it would, and Zixuan will be OK with it.

Rusong: savage!!

Xue yang: that's how Jiggy likes me.

Su she: lol, yangyang!

Mo xuanyu: poor Xuan gege.

What did he do to deserve this.

Su she: so quiet Yanli is the top?

Xue yang: yup. It's always the quiet ones.

Look at Jiggy.

Mo xuanyu: you have a point.

[sailorgizmo]

"Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No line can be erased."

I've spent my life forgetting and forcing myself to feel less.

I often wonder now how I would have been if I hadn't of fucked us up. How much I just let myself exist if not actively trying to ~not~ exist.

I'm surprised I passed senior year in high school or lived, really. My future was not a thought at all. I wanted to crawl into a hole and fall asleep forever. [That's kinda why I'm letting these thoughts, feelings, urges flow through me because this was an ever-present thought since you left and years after].

I was barely alive if you could call it that during the beginning of the end. I stopped drawing, reading, eating, sleeping..more and more and more. I wanted to fade into the ether and cease feeling. Become a ghost.

Constantine. Seven. Sailor Moon. Kill Bill. League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Cruel Intentions. [Why I still say I like a 1960s Jaguar Roadster]

[Yet here I am prodding and prodding myself in all the soft, hurtful spots. Over and over and over, because trully I reveal in the pain and sorrow and excitment. All of it. All different flavors. I think you're the only one who has understood even a bit of that. Not like I let many people close. Loser]

There are no such things as coincidences.

I have to keep repeating this to myself now to help "deal" with these..truths? And yet again, it's your words. Something you talked about a lot.

How many things I haven't done, because I can't stomach not doing them with you. All these truths I'm allowing myself to see now.

I'm crying now because deepdeep deep down in the secret pits of me, I know I stopped living after losing you, and I never got back up.

I scrambled and went to college because my parents pushed; I guess thinking I'd get better living away from home. I started in chemistry...are you surprised? Still still.

[All these realizations have put me in a tail spin. I did not think these things then. I had to keep you away from my thoughts, or I'd stop moving and let the earth eat me whole.]

I couldn't do it without you. I was still too in my despair. That was just me at this point. I met people and tried to do the thing. I made connections, but nothing stuck. I wouldn't let myself get close again like that.

I'd find myself looking at her page posting photos of you and her far away from here. Then the spiral. This only happened a handful of times before I forced myself to stop. College allowed me to hurt myself more than I could previously. No one watching or caring. I was just a ghost.

I looked around, seeing all the other people being able to just...~do the thing~ and I never could. Letting myself examine this in a more open sense, I know now it's because I didn't want to live in any way, yet I guess I couldn't just sit and let the earth take me. I let myself die back in high school. Oh, the human capacity for hope. Foolish, foolish hope.

"I'd prefer not to."

I threw myself into others and tried to make myself just..live? I stopped even seeing your face. I don't remember your voice. *sobs*

I am not sad she told herself for that is the worst thing for others to know you are sad.

Until she contacted me in the aftermath. Telling me that you'd come back home. Back to our state. You guys were over and *only* a handful of the horrid things you put her through.

I commiserated.

I could recall more back then. I'm not saying I'm looking on the past with rose colored frames. Just..some of my more prominent memories aren't the bad ones. The ending yes..but before? Eh. I know there was, but I can't remember much.

*time and active forgetting*

I can't remember your voice. i cant remember your voice..

You used to tell me stories all the time because I asked, pleaded, begged. Just talk to me. Just talk to me.

Would you could you do me a kindness? Oh, the things you didn't realize you'd miss a lifetime ago. Or am I just an overfeeling nostalgic fool?

I read a book a few months ago, and it makes me think of you. ~gone to see the river man~

"It puts the lotion on the skin, or else it gets the hose again."

Maroon/Blue

[creators-novel]

On the outside, Straus and Red are huddled together in the epitome of sweet warmness and comfort. But it seems internally, their minds have linked for the night. Perhaps due to Blazi helping in the final fight, or due to the bond Red and Straus have made together. Either way, they’re enjoying this shared dreamscape they’ve come across. The sky is an ethereal dark blue, and they’re surrounded by crimson roses. They lie among the roses and just…talk.

“So, it’s all done.”, Red starts.

“Mm?”

“I mean- all of our problems. They’re resolved.”

“I guess you could say that.”

“…We came a long way. From Gaia to Synthis, Venus and Crescent, Jupiter…Feros…then Vyz. It’s crazy back then how many people wanted to kill us, but now some of them agree with us…”

“I have a way with words, I suppose.”

“You don’t say~… I don’t know if I ever properly thanked you for your help on the day we met.”

“I might have forgotten if you did.”

“D’oh-“, she pouts, “Hm- well, we are dreaming. I wonder if we can look it up somewhere.”

Sure enough, a screen appears and begins to play exactly that: a memory of their first meeting. Straus helped Red when she was injured, they chatted about life, escaped from the sisters, and he offered her a home with him.

“Wow, I really got to the point.”, says Straus, slightly embarrassed.

“(Someone clearly wanted a girlfriend…) Even then, I never said thank you… You know what.”, she rolls over and looks him in the eyes, “I’m gonna give you a reward that’s long overdue.”

“Eh?”, he blushes.

“You remember that little moment we shared before we fought Jupiter?”

“Yeeeeah?”

She doesn’t say another word, just nuzzles into his face and gives him the best kiss he’s ever gotten. He gives in and just about goes limp inside and out, but returns the affection accordingly.

Red breaks the kiss after a few moments, “Y’know…believe it or not, I started liking you after we defeated Synthis.”

Straus shakes his head to refocus, “Oh…”

“I just couldn’t say it at first because there was so much happening… you gave me everything when I had nothing left…you saved me.”

“It’s the least I could do, I just wanted to help.”

She hugs him, “Well, thank you… I love you for doing that.”

He hugs back and says, “I love you too.”

Well, that’s that. The end of Straus’ story. You have seen his highs and lows, his passions and regrets. I ask you then, if what you’ve witnessed in this text doesn’t define what a Creator is capable of, what does? Their skills, their talents? Perhaps, but if you want to know my opinion, what truly makes a Creator is their unwillingness to back down in the face of adversity. The determination to see something through to the end. To Create without fear, and to love every moment of it.

That is what makes a Creator.

[wynterlanding]

“It got me somewhere,” the director drawled, keeping eyes on the blonde as she continued to move. There’s been something ethereal about her since day one. Something in the way of all things encompassing the model turned actress. An actress that he made by casting but in reality she was made for it with or without him. Glad to have her with instead of the opposite sure. But he knows she doesn’t need him. She can do anything she wants. Nobody is gonna stop her because she’s a fucking sensation. “It got me you pressed up against a wall. Into your dressing room. It got me you on top of me in my mustang on the trail of the Hollywood Sign.” Landon’s tone dove deep into those memories. A touch of hardcore seduction, lust and an entirety of good vibes kept him sane. Fuck he wants her but he’s in no shape for that is he?

Pretty funny how he can think about it right after he was found half dead in that nut’s home, huh? Landon shook his head. “Guess I gotta keep my hands to myself. Doctor’s orders.” A half joke accompanied with a snort and a laugh. He held his hand out to Alice despite his words. “Hey, come here,” the man had an edge to his voice that’s keeping him from diving into thoughts on how fucked he is currently. “Come on closer baby.” If a nurse walks in he’s using the out of his head and horny excuse.

Landon chuckled. Pain killers are still swimming in his head. He knows that’s part of why he isn’t so lost to the course of hell. Plus she’s here and god does he enjoy the fact she wants to be. At least for now is what’s in his head. Cause he can feel how fucking useless he really is at the moment. If he could take it all back he would. Never get kidnapped. Maybe he would have convinced Alice he was an asshole and it didn’t mean what she thought when he left. They would have had that meeting at his home and maybe they would have fucked. Shit no. Made love cause that’s what it is with her. It’s all love with the bells and whistles. It’s every damn thing he never had with any other woman. It’s singularly HER. “I need some alone time with you before she gets here.” He’s starving just to feel her close. He needs this dopamine more than he ever realized. @xwildheart // prev

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[big-bundle-of-little-mistakes]

Ok so yeah hey hi I HAVE THOUGHTS-

First off, why is nobody, and I mean NOBODY, talking about the fact that Deckard's entire family just decided "man, nah, frick it, we're coming with you wherever" and stayed on the island while everybody else jumped off? Also, the entire town now has to find somewhere new to live, new houses, new jobs, and that old man and the cats... like... do you think he stayed? Him and his dog, just popping by to see the cats from time to time? We saw the cats and the brother stay on the island. On that note, what happened to all the other animals living on that island, they clearly didn't jump off in time. They all just travel across space too? So, canonically, Bee was once alive, how did she die? She became a robot. What's with the spirit things? I thought they were part of her programming, how do they return to her? Do they? Do they live as their own... beings? So they were ass naked there which means everybody saw Bee naked I guess. I know they were ethereal and jot really.... shaped that way, but, just saying.

Other thoughts- hey remember when spaceman Puppycat SHIT IN THE TOILET AND MADE IT CLEAN? Yeah that was wild.

So Violet had a kid. Why were they all in deep sleep mode anyway? How DID Cardamon wake up? And Bee being awake means... well he always knew her, Puppycat always knew Bee. She got left on Earth... and Puppycat when injured appeared before her, probably in the same way Moully came to see her. I think? I wonder if since Puppycat saw her as a kid and alive, and then later was confused about her fixing her broken robot arm, he was like "huh, what happened, how did she become a robot since I laat saw her?" Also, the fact that in the original, Deckard and Bee seemed to be the ship, but seems that Bee likes Deckard but Deckard thinks of himself as a mother type for her, while also slightly crushing... but in Lazy In Space, when Crispin ran away to join the circus, later he came back at some point to end up living with Bee (likely she found him and knew he was their sibling and convinced him to come home but he wasn't fully ready and she offered to let him stay with her for a while) and it seems they grew close, ir they were dating and he moced in with her but they broke up? And he moved back home? Anyway he still very much likes her, and she doesn't exactly dislike the thought of being with him either, she even dresses up for their date though she seemed reluctant to label it a date at first. So, ok, does Crispin end up dating the pink/red astral projection (likely her "romance" and "love" and "concern for others" aspect of her personality - blue probably sadness, yellow joy, idk, purple intuition and deep thought... white for her morals? Idk just throughts right now) or do they return to her? She is seen smiling later even though her eyes are still glitching, does she... get fixed? Wake back up? It seems she is still semi conscious while in "glitch" mode, as seen by the donut planet episode.

Also, on that note, I really love how their dynamic is, Crispin is definitely a little weird (I'd argue obsessed/ nuerotic more than weird per se) but Bee just embraces it and is ok with it, and she is definitely a little off as well, but he is chill with her level of weird and just goes with it too. "Of course there is" about the food being in the toilet. Just "ok then. I like everything to be clown themed, so sure girl, keep your food in the toilet, who am I to judge," and I just think that is really cute.

So, Deckard's "friend" followed him home, just, weirdly. And Deckard just is like "alright fine guess I have a stalker now I don't know, what am I gonna do about it?" But he seems pretty broken and sad at the end anyway, like cooking school just showed him he isn't good at something he wants to be good at and enjoys. That sucks because Deckard is honestly the sweetest most awkward guy. Second only to his brother Wesley, who cares for fish.

So, now, since Bee and Deckard are not a thing anymore like I thought, because her and Crispin... who thinks Deckard and his friend that followed him home are gonna be a thing? Or he'll start to like and get along with Cas cuz they'll both bond over the shit around them being weird and maybe they'll be a thing? Then again there's that whole weird hate-boner, throuple thing with Toast, her baby daddy, and Cas...

Ok I think that's all my word and thought vomit. Also the sheep thingie guys, wonder what happens to them since they failed. They just, keep chasing these guys all around as they continue to go on adventures for forever?

I loved the open ended weirdness of season 1. But then they gave us plot in season 2, and now I REALLY feel like we need just a short "tie up loose ends" one episode special, or short 3-6 episode season 3. Or I mean this is fine too, just leave well enough alone I guess. I don't know I just love Bee and Puppycat and need more of it.

[4ngeldusstt]

Halloween night part 2

A/N: this is my first time writing smut, im sorry if its bad, i tried my best! i hope you guys like this, i’d really appreciate feedback so i can get better at writing!!

Warning: smut, cursing, drug use.

Word count: 1,299

Part 1

We entered the party through the front door Maddy and I had our arms intertwined looking fearless and ready to get fucked up, people were staring and men were eating us up with their looks, we loved the attention, in another situation i would’ve been shy about it and wanting to be low key but tonight, based on how i looked and the amount of confidence i had in my body i wanted to be looked at.

Soon after we had a drink in our hands and were dancing around, i spotted Fez in the back yard, sitting in a circle on a fire pit with some people next to him, doing business i guess. “Yo Maddy got some molly there?” “Sure girl, here, i see your intentions go get that dick” she gave me a little pill and laughed as she left to go get Nate. I drowned the little pill with my drink and took a deep breath as i made my way to the yard.

My walk was confident, as i approached i saw some random bitch trying to get free drugs next to Fez. “Hi, can you like get the fuck out i wanna sit here” you pushed the girl out of the spot next to him “ugh fucking bitch” she said scoffing walking away. “Hey pretty girl, don’t know where you got the confidence from but u looking hot right now” he said eyeing you up and down. “It might be the molly” you answered sitting on his lap, “i don’t want any of those nasty bitches getting all up on you, you know? She needed to bounce” “you jealous baby?” He tried hiding his smile taking his blunt to his lips dragging and exhaling the smoke. “No none of that, i don’t get jealous, you like my outfit…daddy?” you teased trying to get a reaction of him, and it worked, you started feeling the bulge on his pants grow underneath you. “Love it angel” that made you smile “Come dance with me” you whispered inches away from his face. “I don’t dance ma, you know that” i did know that. He never danced at parties or drank, just business and weed. “Fine, i’ll go get some else to dance with me, you saw how every single guy in this party looked at me when i came in, they want me and for sure will want to dance with me” you got up all mad but with a great idea, this will be fun. “Be careful” he warned “or what?” “Just saying ma”.

You found yourself dancing surrounded by people, you were not sober but not to the point you wont remember anything the next morning. You felt some hands guiding you on your hips, someone started dancing with you as your gaze was locked on Fez. His eyes wouldn’t leave you ether. The random guy started kissing your neck “wanna go somewhere more private?” He whispered on your ear. “Nah im good” you turned around facing him this time, he was cute though but you didn’t want him, “you could see fez’s face change as he gazed the dude all over you.

He knew you were right, everyone knew, you were pretty, hot, smart, and a good girl, who wouldn’t want that? He felt anger, looking at how the guy was touching you, how he was kissing your neck, he found himself surrounded by drunk people, he found you, taking you by your arm away from that creep, “what are you doing? I was having fun” you pouted “shut the fuck up” he opened the first door he saw available, a bathroom, perfect. He pushed you in and locked the door having your back against the wood door as he towered you.

“You gonna act like that? Huh” “l-like what?” You were nervous, “like a slut” his voice was low but dark, “you sit on my lap, got me all hard and went dancing with that fucker, why u gotta do me like that?” You could feel a wet spot creating on your lace panties, still not answering, your gaze went in between his eyes and lips, soon after you two were devouring each other, his touch felt like it was burning your skin in pleasure, the molly made everything feel a thousand times better. “jump” you did what he said, his hands catching your thighs, soon you felt the cold stone of the sink counter underneath you, he was now placed in between your legs, still not leaving each others mouths.

You felt his fingers trace the soft and wet lace of your underwear, “look at u baby, you’re drippin’ wet, this because of me or…” his fingers pressing on your heat making you moan lightly “..that fucker?” he finished his sentence smirking. “You” all you could let out was a whisper. “You sure?” He pushed the fabric aside, his fingers gathering the wetness created on your folds. You let out another moan louder this time as you felt his fingers entering you “use your words baby, i wanna hear u, who got you this wet?” He was enjoying this “y-you, fuck, just you, please fez i need you fuck please” you were becoming desperate under his touch. You needed to feel him inside of you. “Needy lil baby huh?” Without a warning he entered you, his dick sliding in perfectly filling your insides making you melt in pleasure, his hand found your throat, squeezing it making you look at him directly, you were a moaning mess as his thrusts were so fast and deep, he was fucking you good, better than you could ever imagine. “Please fez i-im close” “Nah baby u gonna hold up till i say you can cum alright?” You nodded, trying your best to hold it up, the room was filled with groans and moans luckily the music was loud enough so no one could hear what was going on, his thrusts were becoming sloppy signaling he was also close, devouring your neck leaving some marks behind, making your pleasure even more unbearable. “Fuck please fez i can’t hold it any longer please” you begged as tears where threatening to come out. “Shit im close to, go ahead baby cum for me, be a good girl and let me see that pretty face of yours as you cum on my dick” he whispered, that was enough to send you over the edge he followed you right after, “fuck that was definitely something” he laughed.

You were trying to make yourself presentable again staring at your reflection fixing your makeup and hair, “yeah, it was. We’ll have to talk about this” “yeah ma, we do, now go have fun with your friends, if i see some dude get close to you ma i swear i’ll beat the fuck out of him or sum” he kissed you as he held you close to him, “yeah i know, but you got nothing to worry about, im yours, i’ve always been and always will.” “I know my angel, and im yours too don’t forget” he said as he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, you exited the bathroom a little smile creating on your lips, a few moments later he did too.

Walking down the hallway you found Maddy “yo were where you?” She eyed fez walking past you two making his way out to the party, Maddy looked back at you realizing what just happened “did yall..? Bitch did you fuck him?” you blushed “yes, now lets go get a fucking drink” you tried your best to walk normal, this fucker fucked you so good you barely could walk. The rest of the night was amazing, you will for sure remember this night.

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[senjusonlygirlfriend]

Card stacking

𝑻𝒘/𝑪𝒘: 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒐𝒄 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏!𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒙 𝑮𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒔/𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.

Mikey trudged through the halls of Bonten, wanting nothing more than to have a peaceful lunch with you. The meeting that he had just attended was nothing but draining and boring, him almost falling asleep multiple times during it. The only thing that got him through the whole, painsaking meeting, was you.

The both of you had made plans to have lunch at Bonten HQ's despite you working somewhere else. Mikey was also looking forward to the bento that you had prepared for him. Ever since the both of you had dated, you had made sure that he was eating proper meals and getting the nutrients he needed for the day.

Yeah, he had watched you from the kitchen island make his bento for the next day. But had that made him less excited? Not one bit. Finally, he had arrived at the front of his office's door. Relief rushed over him as he was finally able to relax and possibly get some sleep in. He hears music coming from the other side of the door, confirming that it was you.

He opened the door, a small smile spreading on his lips at the sight. There you were, sitting at his desk. The morning light was overflowing the room, shining through the massive glass window behind you. In all Mikey's honesty, he thought that you looked ethereal with the sun shining on you.

Your expression was full of concentration as your full attention was on nothing but the card tower stacked on Mikey's desk. Your tongue poked out as you tried to add another two cards leaning on each other, making an upside down V. Mikey walked slowly, not wanting to knock over all of your hard work.

The closer Mikey got, the more you noticed him. He came behind the chair you were sitting in, wrapping his arms around your shoulder as his face snuggled his way into your neck. He sighed, happy that he was out of that sleep inducing meeting. You on the other hand were trying to make the two cards balance on top of the tower.

"Shit."

Mikey looked up from the place in your neck, to now see the tower of cards disappear. Now that sat on the desk was a pile of cards some flipped over to see their suits, others with the back facing up. He then glanced at your expression, your eyebrows furrowed as you glared at the pile of cards.

"Sorry."

You looked over at Mikey, only to already see him looking at you. Why would he be saying sorry? It's not like it was his fault that the cards decided to fall like domino's. Patting your lap you gave Mikey an option to sit on it, just like you did every time the two of you had these lunch dates. Mikey happily climbed on as you leaned over to grab the two of your bentos.

"It wasn't your fault, hun. I was expecting it to fall any moment anyway."

The two of you had begun eating while chatting about how the morning of each other's work had gone. Every so often you would feed Mikey, then Mikey would feed you.

"Yeah."

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"Stack cards?"

You asked, humming in satisfaction of how delicious the piece of cake that you had just popped into your mouth.

"Yeah."

Now that both of you were done eating, the bento boxes are now being disregarded on Mikey's desk. You hummed, thinking about the question, swaying the chair left and right as Mikey clung to you like a koala. It took a minute for you to think, having to dig deep into your memories.

"Boredom I guess. I was never really that good but I used to do it all the time when I was younger. It kinda was a comfort in a way when I felt overwhelmed."

Mikey only hummed, the both of you being thrown into a comfortable silence, with nothing but your playlist playing softly in the back. Mikey could only be lulled further and further into sleep as you rubbed circles on his back. You kissed the top of his head, there being a 'chu' sound.

"Go to sleep Manjiro, you deserve it. I'll wake you up when lunch is over."

[borhapparker]

till forever falls apart | tom holland x female!reader

summary: based off the song "till forever falls apart" by ashe, finneas . this takes place in a world much like that of "supernatural" (the show) so lots of mentions of dystopia, monsters, etc.

warnings: angst, some fluff, mentions of blood/dying, maybe some bad writing (?)

word count: 1.3k

Living in a world that was unknown, riddled with monsters and creatures that were unknown to you was a nightmare. But everything was better when he was by your side. Going town after town to rescue families from vampires and wendigo's was not the type of future you had envisioned for yourself.

Regardless, you wouldn't change it for anything.

Out on our own Dreaming of a world that we both know Is out of our control

Tom and you often fantasized and dreamed of a world where these monsters wouldn't exist, somewhere you guys could walk down to the market without the fear of being attacked. A world where you could feel safe and create your own little families.

A world that didn't exist.

But if shit hits the fan we're not alone

Regardless of the type of world you lived in or created, you knew you were never alone. Your friendship with Tom had lasted years and withstood against families, friends, and enemies. At least you weren't alone, and sometimes that's all you needed to reassure yourself that everything would be fine.

'Cause you got me and you know That I've got you and I know

There was never a day you wouldn't reassure each other, through hugs, smiles, and sometimes even with a "Watch out!" as you found yourselves on the battlefield against a new enemy.

If the tide takes California I'm so glad I got to hold ya And if the sky falls from heaven above Oh, I know I had the best time falling into love

What he didn't know, something you had never told anyone, was that you were in love. But you were afraid of making a move, afraid of changing the dynamic you guys have had for years because it had always been just you and Tom. People came and went, you changed and Tom changed, but your friendship remained intact.

After the latest battle, which had left the both of you scrambling for an ounce of hope, you promised yourself that you would tell him. Living in a world riddled with monsters and creatures, there was always that one voice in the back of your mind that told you "maybe today is the end, maybe you won't come back from this one". Regardless of how many times you tried to quiet the voice down, it was right.

The risk of the world ending was greater now that you had found out your destiny. You could be asleep one night and never wake up, or find Tom bleeding out somewhere with no chance of survival. This just increased the worry you felt in the pit of your stomach at the thought of continuing to live in this world without him by your side, if you didn't confess.

We've been living on a fault line And for a while, you were all mine I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart I swear that I'll be yours forever If forever falls apart

Granted, you were on a case once more, and you still couldn't admit your feelings for him, no matter how much you tried. And did you try, various times to talk to him, but it seemed like Tom was too distracted on the matter to try and understand what you were trying to say. Yet, in the back of your mind, you knew he was yours and you were his. You didn't know if he truly reciprocated the feelings you had for him, but you knew that the friendship you guys had was everlasting, no matter how many more rotten years you had in that world, he was yours, and you were his.

So this is it, that's how it ends I guess there's nothing more romantic than dying with your friends And I'm not sorry for myself I wouldn't wanna spend a minute loving anybody else

Tom sat across from you at the ratty diner, as you sipped your milkshake, going over the folders you had compiled of the recent case. You looked beautiful to him, an ethereal picture of what he encompassed as his first true love. He had been in love with you for years, but he was afraid of speaking up and saying anything. You were too good for him, and in the years he had gotten the chance to get to know you, the two of you had developed a relationship he didn't want to ruin. A perfectly flowing friendship that he was sure would change if he were to say anything about the feelings he had been hiding for years.

You had always teased him when both of you had been in school, when he looked at another girl, or had someone come up to him to ask him out. He didn't feel special, yet you knew he was. But he only said yes because he knew he had to get over you, bury those feelings that he had developed for you. There was never a hint that you liked him back, or felt the same way he did, so he never pushed it.

But after a while, you noticed that he would turn down dates and push other girls away, opting to hang out with you instead of spending it in another girl's bed. This was surprising but when you asked, he would make up a lame excuse. She wasn't the one, she was odd. I didn't feel like it. I promised we would go study, I don't flake.

While he wasn't lying, he also wasn't telling the truth. He let himself be a little selfish, and instead of loving others, he spent it loving you from afar.

I've spent a lifetime giving you my heart I swear that I'll be yours forever 'Till forever falls apart

Tom walked in front of you, gun in hand as you watched behind him, keeping yourself and himself safe. This had been risky and your stomach riddled with nerves kept bringing up alarm bells in your head as you tried your best to shake them off. But something about this case had kept you up at night, and you weren't sure why.

That's when you and Tom were ambushed, as you both ran for cover and began fighting back. Before he realized what had happened, you were on the ground, scratch marks covering your arms and one across your chest as you cried out, aiming and shooting your weapon as the creature fell to the ground, all the other ones disappearing as you managed to fight them off.

"Y/n!" Tom cried out as he ran over to you, cradling you in his arms. "You're gonna be fine!"

You nodded, the stinging of the marks across your body burning with every move as he placed both arms under your body, being careful of not pressing on your wounds before he ran you both out, and into his car. The destination was unknown, as the name of a fellow doctor who had treated these wounds came to mind, as he drove you there. You were in and out at this point, not being able to maintain a clear thought as the world spun around you. The tears across your skin were no longer burning, but now just a dull throbbing.

"Hang on!"

'Till forever falls apart We never had it from the start 'Till death do us part

He clung to your hand as a friend stitched you up and provided you with the nutrients you needed. He had assured Tom that everything would be fine but nothing resonated in his mind until he saw you awake and smiling at him. Nothing was truly okay until you told him you were okay.

So when you woke up and groaned, Tom was immediately at your side, making sure you were okay and reassuring you that everything was done. You guys had cleared the house and rid it of anything supernatural. You would be okay.

You would live.

Smiling, you brought a hand up to caress his cheek as he stared at you, his eyes sparkling in adoration.

"Tom, I almost died tonight. But I didn't," she paused and wiped a tear that fell from his eyes, "Because of you. You saved me."

"I have something I need to say," Tom sighed and held your hands in his. "I love you."

"I know."

Smiling, you both leaned in and sealed your conversation with a kiss.

"Till forever falls apart?"

"Till forever falls apart."

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