#his voice drives me insane/pos

[bearambles]

ARUGUMENT FIC W HAMZAH PLEASE like gets into an argument and you need to cool off and leave and he won’t let you jus angst 👅👅

jealous

(hamzahthefantastic)

words: 1.9k

warnings: established relationship, angst, arguing, swearing, hamzah is kinda a pos, happy ending

note: i hope this is what you were hoping for! i could also 100% write a part 2. also, i think another anon recently requested an argument fic, so there might be another one coming bc it was honestly fun to write. love u all, more fics coming soon

hamzah is driving you insane.

he’s usually not the “jealous type”, but for some reason, today is different. he’s grumpy and pissy and you think you know why.

last night you had gone out to dinner with a few friends from your old school. you weren’t out late, and the group was only about ten people, but to his dismay, your ex boyfriend was one of them.

you told him about it as soon as you knew, and he was pretty passive as soon as he heard. still, he didn’t make too big of a deal, even when you wore your skimpy little outfit to the bar. after all, it was high school. besides, he trusts you.

that was until he saw the pictures. your exs hand on your waist. the way he’s next to you in the group photo. it all really pisses him the fuck off, and even when you swear to him it meant nothing and the guy didn’t mean it, he wasn’t so sure.

“y/n, you see this guy after like five years, you look fine as fuck wearing that tiny fucking skirt, and you think he won’t be into you?”

you scoff, your chest now rising and falling. you really never pegged hamzah as the type of guy to act like this. yet here he was, standing in your bedroom, a few feet away from you with his arms crossed over his chest.

you’d crawled into bed last night to him asleep, and the two of you had been completely fine until this morning. he woke up to see your friend post on instagram about the night prior. he scrolled through her photos before finding the ones of the whole group.

“okay, so it’s my fault if he was?”

“i didn’t say that.”

“you meant it though!” you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated. “listen, i already told you it was nothing. but if it wasn’t, if he was interested, it doesn’t matter, because im dating you.”

he smiles tightly and shakes his head, the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb.

“sure. okay. yeah.”

“you think i’d cheat?”

you stare at him, your blood pressure rising. you can’t believe the way he’s acting. the shit he’s implying you’d do.

“i never fucking said that, y/n. i’m just saying he was touchy, and you won’t admit it.”

“it was one fucking photo! he happened to be next to me! where did you want him to put his hands?”

“anywhere else! not your waist! it’s fucking weird!”

“so you’re mad at me because of the way a guy acted towards me.” you say, sitting down on your bed and mimicking his move of crossing his arms. “that’s really fucking progressive of you.”

“oh my god, you know that’s not true. jesus christ. i’m not mad, im just fucking annoyed. and i don’t like how you acted either.”

“how did i act hamzah. you weren’t even fucking there.” you start to feel tears prick your eyes. you hate crying in front of him, you rarely do. but this was so frustrating, listening to him accuse you when you only love him.

“i still saw.” he mumbles, clearly losing what he was trying to say in the first place. he’s just spitballing stuff at this point.

he isn’t even looking at you any more. his eyes meet the floor and he’s breathing so hard you can hear it just barely. he’s close enough to where you could reach out to his arm and pull him on top of you. you won’t though.

“saw what? my tiny skirt?” you laugh, baffled. “just leave me alone.” you can feel some of the tears start to fall.

he looks up at you when he hears your voice break. his eyes soften their gaze but he stays where he’s standing. it’s silent for a moment before you speak again.

“go away, hamzah.” you say, moving your position to lay down, your face turned away from him.

“no. i wanna talk.”

you’re silent.

“y/n-“

“i said go away.” you mumble between sobs.

you’re stiff for a long moment before you hear him sigh. he turns and leaves your room, and you wait till you hear the door click before really letting yourself sob.

you’d dealt with this in the past - controlling relationships where anything you did around any ex was considered suspicious. in fact, you almost didn’t go last night. but you’d wanted to catch up with your old friends. if it was up to you, you wouldn’t have had your ex there either. he was a total jerk back in the day. but he was, and it was fine. you’d barely spoken outside of taking that group picture.

you don’t want to fight with hamzah. he’s your person. but the way he’s acting is scary.

eventually you decide you need some air. you get dressed, throw on some makeup, and head out the door. you don’t know where you’re going, but you know it needs to be away from here. away from him.

he jumps up from the couch and catches your wrist right before you can turn the knob. you whip your head around, and meet his eyes. he looks just as pissed as before.

“where are you going?” he asks, still gripping you hard

“what, do i need your permission to leave the fucking house now?” you bite back, wriggling our arm free, “get off me. i’ll be back later.”

he starts to protest, but you slam the door before you hear any of it. if you had any fucks left to give, youd tear up again. at this point though, you’ve had enough. if he wanted to be like this, you weren’t gonna entertain it.

the city’s relatively walkable, so that’s what you do. there’s plenty of stuff to do around the area. retail therapy, you think. whatever makes you forget about this argument for a while.

-

it’s late when you walk home. later than the night before, and later than you’d ever been out without calling. you and hamzah had one another’s location, so really, he could see anytime where you were. which was the outdoor mall, and then the local bar. you’d only had a few drinks, but you were there for a good two hours. just talking and talking to the bartender. you guys are friends, and she was a good listener. so she listened.

“he’s just being so mean. and like, he’s never mean. sometimes we argue and stuff, but it’s always over stupid stuff, you know? and like, we make up super quick. but he’s like, so mad at me. and i swear to god, i didn’t even do anything.”

“it’s his first real relationship, right?” she asks, while pouring a drink

“yeah. i guess maybe that’s why. i just like, never thought he’d be like this. all jealous.”

“i think most guys are, honestly. or at least, the insecure ones. either way though, he shouldn’t be acting that way. i’m glad you got out to clear your head.”

you nod and take a sip. you’re tipsy, you realize. it actually feels pretty nice though. letting loose to someone like this. you should be talking to hamzah, but he doesn’t seem to want to listen. you sigh and shake your head like it’ll clear the thoughts away.

when you walk through the door, the house is silent. it’s nearly one am, so you assume at first that hamzah fell asleep. that is until you’re going to hang your jacket up and hear him open the bedroom door. you press your eyes closed, ready for the reprimanding.

“you scared the shit out of me.”

you turn around to face him, and his eyebrows are knit together. he’s in the doorway, his arms crossed and his back against the doorframe. he chews at his lip.

“sorry.” you mumble, going to take your shoes off.

“sorry?” he scoffs, uncrossing his arms and using them as he speaks, “you were out for hours, y/n!”

“i told you i’d be back later.” you don’t look at him, don’t step forward. you stand there, your arms pressed against our chest, holding yourself tight.

“that’s all i get then? not even a text? what the fuck, y/n.” his nostrils flare as he talks, and he starts moving closer to you. “I had no idea if you were safe! you could have gotten fucking killed.”

you laugh, moving your head back like you can’t believe what he’s saying. though honestly - he’s right. the city can be sketchy, especially at night. you seldom went on walks without him this late. especially drunk. which, he hasn’t seemed to notice you are yet.

“killed? come on.”

“don’t act like that’s crazy to say. the streets are dangerous. you know that!” he’s in your face now, motioning with his hands. “seriously, y/n, what the fuck.”

you flinch as he raises his hands in exclamation.

“so you’re mad again, great.” before you know it, you’re crying again.

you hold yourself tighter as tears start to fall. you feel like a little kid, just standing there helpless. the drinks are really getting you now.

hamzah is silent for a minute as you sob. he stands so close to you, but doesn’t dare move. when you finally look up at him, his gaze has softened and his hands are in his pockets. he reaches out slowly to brush your hair out of your face, looking at you like he’s waiting for protest. instead, you lean into his hand on your cheek.

he stares at you for a moment and you can’t tell how he feels. his eyes scan your features, landing on your lips, which are quivering just slightly. after a few moments of just looking at one another, he puts his arms out, offering a hug.

you fall against his chest and start sobbing all over again.

he rubs circles into your back absent-mindly, whispering little “shhs”. you don’t even thin of how angry you were today. how mean he was. you just cry and let him hold you. he pulls you two apart and goes to hold your face in his palms.

“how much did you drink,baby? " he asks, wiping a tear.

“not that much. just like, a few.”

“a few what?”

“mmm seltzers?” you say, more of a question than an answer.

he sighs.

“okay. well, i think you should go to bed, yeah?”

your eyes scan his face, searching for whatever emotion he’s hiding. surely he’s still angry. you hold onto both his arms while you speak.

“hamzah.”

“yeah?”

“i don’t like my high school boyfriend.”

“i know.”

he presses his eyes shut tight. his chest rises and falls slowly and before you can argue that he clearly doesn’t know, he speaks again.

“i was gonna apologize when you got home.”

“but now you’re mad again.” you say, pouting

“not about that. and i’m not mad, y/n, i was worried. you were gone for five hours without a text or anything.”

“m’sorry.” you mumble, pressing your head against his chest again.

“let’s go to bed, okay?”

he strokes your hair as you breath in his scent. he’s warm, and it hits you how tired you are. Ou nod softly against him and before you know it, he’s picking you up and carrying you to bed. giggling, you land with a plop. he joins you and holds you tight.

“we can talk more tomorrow, yeah. you deserve a better apology but i have a feeling you won’t remember much of it if i tell you now.”

you nod, scooting back to press your back against his chest. he kisses your shoulder. you fall asleep.

-

i hope you guys enjoyed >.< requests are open

[postmodernbeliever]

not for a second longer - fox mulder x female reader (fluff)

fox is coming home from a case that's got him missing you like crazy, and you're (im)patiently waiting.

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my ao3 | word count: 3,070

content tags: dorks in love, fox mulder misses you, domestic fox mulder, fluff, domestic fluff, worry, romance, waiting, overthinking, fox is an idiot (/pos), reunited and it feels so good, just soft fluff that's all, cross-posted on ao3, mentions of murder/case material but briefly!

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fox felt like if another second passed without hearing your voice, he might go insane, and this was a first- even for a complete lover boy like him. 

the agent has been away on a case for a few days. not much shorter or longer than any other work he’s done, but this time he couldn’t bear being far from home. he’d done everything just as he always does- there were no changes in the routine he’s tailored since he met you. he called every night to let you know he was safe and hear about your day, even if it was late and he woke you up by doing so; he’d remind you to feed his fish, and ask you about that nagging coworker who the two of you nicknamed hannibal because he always brought something creepily edible for lunch (the man ate steak tartare like his life dependent on it, honestly.) and you’d complain, like always, and you’d ask how his case was going, which would lead to him willingly divulging all kinds of classified information just for fun. you’d offer advice if you could. you weren’t as invested in the paranormal as he was, but you’d had your share of spooky stories, so your middle-of-the-road perspective helped at times. the phone call was always the same, but it didn’t matter what you talked about. he just wanted to hear your voice as badly as you did his, and it put you both at ease. so he called. 

like clockwork, fox admired the engraved backside of his watch before he fell asleep every night, where it said don’t keep me waiting. it was an inside joke that sparked when you’d first started dating. fox warned you up and down about how dangerous his job can be, how he’s been injured and in and out of hospitals and how multiple criminals are likely sitting on plans for his murder if they ever break out of incarceration. he prepared to see you get overwhelmed and leave him due to the potential stress; yet when he packed up for his first case, you kissed him softly, no fear to be felt, and told him not to keep you waiting because you couldn’t promise to keep his fishes alive while he was gone. the watch was last christmas’ gift, and he never took it off, especially when he was away. 

fox even kept with his dorky tradition of taking one of the many shirts you’d left at his apartment and sleeping with it under his pillow, where he could hold onto it and feel like he at least had a piece of you while he was alone. when you found out he did such a thing, you teased him brutally, and then you began leaving clothes in every corner of the apartment for him to save. and you left your spare perfume bottle in his bathroom cabinet, so he could concentrate them with you. 

the man took all the cheesiest precautions to make his work out of state bearable until he could solve the damned things and get back home, but even with all of his bases covered, it wasn't enough. something felt different this time. coming back to a motel every night, like he had for his whole career before he met you, was torture. every moment of the case strung him farther out. now, if you’d asked the lovely and level-headed dana scully why fox was so eager to be done with the case, she would’ve given you a plain and simple explanation: the two were investigating a string of seemingly unrelated murders by men unto their girlfriends, but fox had a suspicion that some kind of entity persuaded each man to kill the girl who kept their beds warm. and with every day that they didn’t track the cause down, he felt the pressing weight of your safety and how much he cared for you, and it was making him- as scully would kindly put it, of course- act out extremely irrationally. even you could put two and two together there, but he’d been a bit avoidant over the phone about this one job, so you didn’t know. fox refused to think about you in connection to the work, though, because to allow his brain to cross its signals and imagine you and him as victim and suspect (as a paranoid brain might) would just be stupid. but whether he meant to think of you or not, everything was putting him on edge by association, and he was itching to see you happy and healthy and still his. 

by the time fox deciphered that the newest date-night romantic comedy at the local movie theater was having midnight showings, and the ticket booth operator was a twenty-five year old involuntary celebate who was admitting loving couples into the place and watching them make out right in front of his jealous eyes, the case was a one-and-done. scully didn’t buy that the employee was telekinetically causing the boyfriends to kill, but the kid got shot in a police chase, so fox was left to his conclusions and she to hers. and he couldn’t drag her ass out of town fast enough. fox was two hours early to the airport. he bounced his leg on the entire flight home, and scully barely got a “see you tomorrow” out by the time he hailed a cab and ordered the driver to his address. 

his gut was twisting itself in knots, hoping you’d be home. you practically lived with him by how much time you spent at his apartment; the truth was that he was away so often, and you just couldn’t sleep unless you could curl up in his bed, with his pillows and blankets and wearing his clothes, and let everything that belonged to him comfort you until you got the man back himself. he knew you’d be there- it was nearly one in the morning. but still, after all this time staring at dead girls and thinking about how in love they were with the trusted boys who slit their throats, he just wanted to collect you into his arms and keep you there. 

you were wide awake because you knew he was on his way. you stayed up all night watching all the classic movies he had on tape, glancing at the clock, trying to stop obsessing over the unlikely crash of his plane. you were standing in his little kitchen, watching the tea kettle boil and listening to the fuzzy transatlantic accents yapping a room away, when the front door of the apartment swung open. 

you didn’t even have time to leave the kitchen. fox threw his bags down like a child and scurried to you, engulfing you in his arms; he drew your body snugly into his and buried his face in your shoulder. he was squeezing the air from your lungs, but you didn’t mind. you combed your fingers through his moussed-up hair, breaking up the curated clumps and reminding it of how it naturally fell against his head. he smelled just as he did when he left, like his ralph lauren polo green- minty and smoky, and so much himself. his soft leather jacket hung onto the smell of his taxi, but you ignored the staleness and inhaled the good stuff. 

“i missed you so much,” fox sighed. the man showered you with kisses all over your neck and jaw, traveling up the valleys of your cheeks to make sure he got your eyes and nose and forehead, too. you squirmed playfully and swatted at his hands, but he only smiled and fought you off.

“jeez, it’s like you thought i died or something!” you giggled. 

fox’s eyes flashed with something that looked like momentary worry, and then it was gone- replaced with a warmth you’d missed more than you realized the past few days. his arms were around you again, this time much gentler, and he asked, “you feel safe with me, don’t you?”

“what? fox, why would you even ask that? of course i do,”

“you know i’d never hurt you,”

“baby, you’re the only person in the world i feel safe with.” you promised, petting the back of his head softly, smoothing the hair down his neck. with both hands, you lifted his face from your shoulder and brought his face close, so you could look right into his ruminative eyes. the man smiled as your thumbs caressed the stubble growing in on his cheeks, those rounded teeth poking out beneath his top lip the way you adored. your chest fluttered, and you couldn’t help but return the gesture. 

“are you okay, baby?” you asked, knocking your forehead against his playfully. 

the man dipped his neck low and pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth. somehow it felt more intimate than if he’d truly kissed you; like by being an inch off base, he was saying more than the real thing could. he always did things like that, such small gestures that would go unnoticed if he was any other guy and you were any other girl, but every move fox made was conscious. each one was a choice that meant something. kissing you in such a way wasn’t a mistake, it was purposeful- he was proving his allegiance, ruling your mouth was more sacred and deserved to be earned. he was poetic in that respect, you knew it, and it made every hair on your body stand up. maybe that’s why you shifted your position and locked him in a normal kiss- a forceful one, at that. to remind him that you were nothing sacred, just someone who desperately loved him. 

you’d missed the way his lips molded to yours, the familiar chapped patches that came from his nervous biting, the way his scruff scratched your chin. you even missed the feeling of his breath as it blew out of his nose and across your face, warm and frequent, because he always seemed to breathe faster when you got close, like a teenage boy. you kissed him hard, letting your hands fall down his chest and press against his abdomen, remembering the sculpted curves of his stomach beneath his t-shirt. fox’s lips curled upwards as you touched him, and in those few moments of your neediness, he was sure you meant what you said before- that you truly did feel safe with him. 

when he pulled away, he brought the pad of his thumb to your plump bottom lip, holding you by the chin. “i’ve been going crazy without you, you know.”

“so have-” you began, but were cut off by the sudden screeching of the forgotten kettle behind you. both fox and yourself jumped, and you rushed to twist the knob on the stove, shutting the thing up in frustration. “sorry.”

“it’s okay,” the agent chuckled.

“you want some?” 

“only if you bring it over to the couch for me,” fox said, batting his eyelashes jokingly. 

“what am i, your mother?” you countered.

fox rolled his eyes and pressed another kiss to your lips, rebutting, “no, but you do love me, don’t you?”

“oh, shut up. go unpack.”

you listened to his footsteps as he went to retrieve his bags and haul them to his bedroom. smiling to yourself, you waited to hear him open the door and laugh. every time he came home, you left his bed an unruly mess and accumulated as many water cups on his nightstand as possible, and he had a love-hate relationship with it (mostly love, because he adored the idea of you living in his space.) a full-bodied sound came from the other side of the apartment, a hearty one, and a voice called, “impressive collection you’ve got in here!”

with two steeping cups of oolong you walked slowly back to fox’s living room, where his copy of vertigo had rewinded to the start. you settled into the couch, putting your feet up on the coffee table and watching jimmy stewart dangle from a drainpipe as you awaited your boyfriend’s return. it always took him a little while to unpack because it was more like repacking- he would swap out all his worn clothes with new ones and throw everything in the hamper, and he had to take out all his necessities only to keep them somewhere easy for him to grab come the next time work sends him away. you were used to waiting for him, but how he acted tonight was making you impatient. 

when fox was finally done and changed into a clean shirt and pajama pants, he headed towards the hallway to come and sit with you. but he paused when he came to the corner, making his steps quiet, so he could take a look at you undisturbed. you were slouched on his old, rickety couch, in clothes all belonging to him; a pair of old gray sweatpants that hugged your thighs, given they were a bit bigger than his skinny ones, his old oxford long sleeve that has a hole in the neck, and a frumpy blue grandpa-style cardigan he hasn’t worn in years. your hair was tucked away in an unraveling braid, with little locks fanning like leaves across the apples of your cheeks. your chipped nails cradled the mug in your palms, and the colors from the box television danced in the reflection of your chunky tortoiseshell glasses. he imagined you sitting like this while he was off on a case, at home in his home, watching his movies and wondering about him like he did of you late at night. you were so pretty and so important that he felt the love buzzing in his fingertips and toes.

the man came around the corner and sat down cautiously on the couch so as not to spill your tea. your face softened at his arrival, and you leaned forward to place your cup down and clamber back to him, throwing your arms around his neck. fox hoisted you onto his lap despite your objections, and he hugged you tighter. he just didn’t feel like letting you go tonight, it seemed. 

“did you eat?” you asked, looking down into those puppy eyes that gazed up. 

“a little while ago.”

“how long was a little while ago?”

“...ten o'clock this morning?” fox grinned sheepishly.

“fox! aren’t you starving? let me go heat something up, i got chinese last night-”

“shh, no, not yet,” he grabbed your hips as you tried to get off of him, “don’t go anywhere yet. sit for a minute.”

“but-”

“no buts. just sit with me a little longer and then i promise i’ll eat, okay?”

you sighed, only half-aggravated, and nodded softly. “alright, fine.”

you rested your head in the crook of his neck, your shoulder pressed to his; he twisted you a bit so you had a chance to look at the tv and sit on him at the same time. fox’s fingers traced mindless shapes against the fabric of his sweatpants on your knee, finally at ease. you stole a glance at him from the side and admired the way even his harshest features seemed to curve softly; his square jaw melted into his neck, his aquiline nose a pretty protrusion alongside his lashes that curled wildly. you always thought his face was the most deserving of marble preservation, far more than those ancient guys. 

“you're missing the movie,” he flushed. 

“i already watched it tonight.” 

the man nuzzled your forehead like a puppy, feeling his stomach flip as your palm rested flat against his chest. you snuggled right up to him and let out a heavy breath you didn’t know you were holding. the two of you sat quietly for a while, taking turns watching each other and remembering what it felt like to be close, and you were half-asleep in the comfort of his arms when his stomach growled and woke you up.

“i’m gonna go make you something,” you chuckled.

“awh, come on, you were just about to sleep!” he whined.

“fox, i want you to eat. once you have a little something then i’ll climb right back on you, promise,” you teased, pushing up off the couch.

“whatever,” he groaned, but there was a toothy smile behind the complaint, so you took it well. 

fox watched as you sauntered off to the kitchen, and he called after you, “hey, wait,”

“what?”

the man hopped off the couch and scrambled to the doorway, where you were only feet from the refrigerator. he stooped down and planted a smooch to your forehead, muttering an, “i love you.”

“just can’t leave my side now, hm?” you nudged fox’s nose with your own and gave him a look so fond it nearly melted him into a puddle on the kitchen tile. “i love you more. now beat it, spooky.”

“hey!”

“shush. go sit down and i’ll make it up to you later.”

‘you’re bossy,” fox crossed his arms, leaning against the wood molding and watching you move towards the fridge.

“well, if you’re not gonna leave, then at least get a pan for me to heat this rice up in, would you?” you ordered, shaking the day-old fried rice container in his face.

“anything for you, darling.”

being without each other could feel impossible at times. no matter how he tried, no set routine could recreate the feeling of falling asleep beside you; nor could any amount of his laundry could conjure fox himself to send you off to work with a kiss every morning. his work made it easy to miss him. but moments like this, where he watched you make him a late-night snack that he would share with you, were the moments that made all the waiting worth it. and the moments that will come after, too- the couch that was waiting for you both to come back to, where you’d fall asleep with your face against his neck, and where he’d fall asleep watching you breathe. nobody knew that absence makes the heart grow fonder more intimately than you two did. but even with that in mind, neither of you cared about that right now. 

he was simply thankful to be with you, the one he called home; thankful that he didn’t have to be without you for a second longer, and so were you.

[sleepiestwizard]

okay im gonna put all my thoughts about the hotguy zinethology on here based on the incoherent ramblings my friends received while i was reading it

(obviously spoilers below the cut)

okay so first of all the first part was SO fucking funny i cried laughing multiple times

the first time i saw cute guy i SCREAMED

HOTGUY TRYING TO GET CUTEGUY TO JOIN HIS UNION AND GRIAN JUST GOING. NAH. WAS SO FUNNY

@cornpapers draws scar SO pretty

mumblr is SUCH a funny name 10/10

the "dont you think cuteguy and hotguy having matching names and outfits is queerbaiting" post is SO FUNNY

THE GRIANVERSE

SHE'S HERE !!!!!!! ARIANA GRIANDE !!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY. GRIAN LOOKS LIKE THE SAD HAMSTER

REALLY GOOD PANEL

this whole comic was so funny i loved it loved the cub

THE EMAILS PART WAS ALSO SO FUNNY

this is such an interesting and fun way to tell a story i loved the email part

in general the posts and stuff were SO funny and very realistic for the internet 😭

yeah

grian desperately trying to not let scar reveal his identity 😭😭 girl (this also hits so different now after reading the whole thing btw.)

the comparison to a wild horse in this first fic also killed me

i can't really put a lot of images but there were some really classic superhero comic looking panel that i thoroughly enjoyed

scar tangled in his own grappling hook. classic. very funny

I LOVED THIS FIC SO MUCH. scar voice this is gonna ruin the tour. grian voice what tour. scar voice the world tour.

scar saying he's playing volleyball. haikyuu reference!?!?!?

just putting this here

LOVEDDDD THIS GEM DESIGN

moon mask i immediately called pearl yes pf course

GRIAN REFUSING TO SHOW EACHOTHER THEIR IDENTITIES AGRHRGRHRVH

"you and your cuteguy" arggrgrhsggrgrhgr

murder camel REAL !!

I DIDN'T TRUST THIS FOR A SECOND. PEARL AND HER SOUP I DONT BUY IT

"i cant believe you guys fucking killed jimmy solidarity" <- actual message i sent to mochi

SCOUR KNOWING SCARS NAME. AGRHSGRHRGRHV

i literally had to Go Take A Walk after this fic

i really like how the pearl thing was resolved in this it felt like such a good act 2 reoccurring villain exit. very superhero comic/movie like or even dnd like

'vincent berger' made me laugh

ZEDDIT

MOCHI FIC !!!!

first off every single fic has SUCH a cool cover i love them all

poor grian has ptsd :((

i LOVEEE how mochi writes angst always they're so good at it

the fact that he never found jimmys body immediately made me call the fact that he wasn't really dead and would come back btw

gem would lovee to drive grian slowly crazy tbh

"IVE COME TO PICK UP MY BIRD" AGRHRGRHGRHRVRBTBJRG

JUST LOOK AT THAT GREAT BIG BEAUTIFUL TOMORROW !!!!!!!

i was going insane at this point

this whole zine had me feeling like that meme thats like first i laughed.. then i serioused (the first part was SO funny and then golden era was psychic damage /pos)

IMPULSE :D

GEMPEARL <33 they are so everything to me

SCAR WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE SUSPICIOUS POSSIBLY EVIL FOREIGN TECHNOLOGY ON YOUR BODY. SIR.

NOT THE DESTIEL MEME

they look SO fucking cute

both scar and grian look sooooo scrumptious in this comic argh

THE MIND CONTROL. THE. RHE MIND CONFNTOL.

THESE 2 FULL PAGES ARE ABSOLUTELY SO INSANE. I WAS AND STILL AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

THIS IS SO. GOD THIS

THE WAY GRIAN JUMPED AND SCAR JUMPED AFTER HIM. THEYRE CRAZY !!!!!!!

THE WIPING THE BLOODY NOSE AND THEN SMILING LITERALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!

HE TOOK THE MASK OFF

mumbo <3

THE HUG. ☹️☹️☹️

great big beautiful tomorrow :((( the parallels :((

GRIAN BEING TOO FLUSTERED BY SCAR KINDA FLIRTING THAT HE DIDN'T REALISE HE WAS DROPPING HINTS ABT HIS IDENTITY WAS SO FUNNY

cutiebird..

scar playing w his hair when cuteguy was hurt :(( so cute

REALLY FUNNY

THEY'RE HOLDING HANDS ☹️☹️

the tcg voice: theyre holding hands.. i want them dead

SKIZZ !!!!

ETHO !!!!!!!!!!

awhh skizzly :((((

THIS IS SO UPSETTING

"It's our Impulse, Gem" IM SO UPSET SHUT UP

god the way she puts on the mask and immediately is emotionless im gonna throw up

OBSESSED. THEY'RE EVERYTHING TO ME

im so obsessed w this cuteguy i love him

grian voice omg im the only bitch serving cunt in this place im so embarasseddddd

they are serving SO much in this comic

ETHO EYHO ETHO ETHEO

SCAR APPOINTING GRIAN AS LEADER. EARURGRHVRH THEY'RE EVERYTHING

READING THIS WAS SO CRAZY IT LITERALLY FELT LIKE WATCHING ENDGAME

JIMMY SOLIDARITY !!!

MUMBO JUMBO !!!!!

impulse thinking about skizz as he's dying :(((((

HE DID IT ALL FOR SKIZZ :(((((((((

i was so upset this made me sob like a baby

SOUP GROUP :(((

SKIZZLY!!! :(((

warden :/

SCAR PEARL INTERVIEW :( HOTGUY RETIRING :( I LOVE THEM

THE CHEMICAL MUTATING PEOPLE IS JUST ESTROGEN BEING A GIRL JUST DOES THAT TO YOU

grian and scar playing volleyball is that a haikyuu reference....

OH THIS PEARL IN THIS COMIC IS REALLY GOOD

cuteguy is so spiderman coded

GREAT BIG BEAUTIFUL TOMORROW !!!!!! WE'VE COME FULL CIRCLE !!! SOBBING !!!!

god all in all this was so crazy. it was such an obvious labour of love and everyone who was involved with it did such a good job and obviously put so much love into it AND IT WAS WORTH IT !!!! insanely good work thank you to everyone for doing this and sharing it for free?? @hotguycomiczine y'all are crazy. incredible work <333

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"Mort: Ragnarick" was pure fun, but a different kind of fun than "Rickfending Your Mort" and "Rise of the Numbericons: The Movie."

"Rickfending Your Mort" was a laid-back clip show that gave the viewer a break after the insanity of "Unmortricken"--a smart decision but not one with a lot of substance. "Rise of the Numbericons: The Movie" has been controversial. I thought it was entertaining, but it would've worked better as a YouTube short.

If "Unmortricken" represented lore episodes at their best, "Mort: Ragnarick" was the best of classic Rick and Morty adventures: a wildly imaginative plot, goofy satire, fantasy science and Rick and Morty working together as a duo, reminding us how much they need each other.

Rick's the driving force behind these adventures, but without Morty, he's just a miserable old man trying to distract himself. Morty's the heart and voice of reason. He also gives Rick something to live for. Without him, Beth, Jerry or Summer, why do anything?

Rick pretends to live for science, but "science" just caused decades of grief and isolation. His family isn't a concept; it's an entity that loves him back.

Bigfoot, an evil pope, Pokeballs, Valhalla, clone bodies, infinite energy sources, zombie Summer, Rick screaming "PO-O-O-O-OPE!": only Rick and Morty could combine all those concepts into one cohesive episode. I never thought "Wow, that took me out of the story." The Pokeball came close, but the end credits scene tied it all together.

Jerry's scene was a standout, too. Chris Parnell's reading of "Nana!" was genuinely sweet. It seems like Jerry's becoming a (mostly) willing participant in Rick's schemes instead of a helpless guinea pig. Is Rick learning that releasing his iron grip on his family makes them more attached to him, not less?

I also loved it when the Vikings called Rick a witch. He loves crystals, plays with magic, has two crows as familiars: damn right, he is!

You have to suspend your disbelief a couple of times, mainly when Bigfoot attacks Rick in the kitchen (he crushed Rick earlier like it was nothing, but now Rick walks away with a few scratches?) Still, the little character moments overshadow these flaws.

Judging by old posts that I've seen floating around, I think Rick and Morty's relationship is finally becoming what fans wanted it to be in seasons 1-3. Rick's still mean, but he's less dominant and more of Morty's mischievous co-conspirator. An alien mobster freaking out in "The Jerrick Trap" because of Rick's "touch my grandson and die" policy is straight out of fanon.

Rick's more physically gentle, and Morty responds in kind. He grabs and supports him when Bigfoot attacks him at home and touches his arm during their weird, overdramatic Bigfoot send-off. His pained cry of "Rick!" when Bigfoot nearly crushes him is heart-wrenching. Operation Phoenix is back online, but Morty's tired of watching him die!

Season five is when Rick started showing emotions on his face besides that cold, pissed-off glare--we all know the one--and in season seven, it's accelerated to Rick crying in front of others. He matches Morty's feelings instead of pretending that he's above human emotions.

Needless to say, dudebros have been flooding Adult Swim's Instagram comments and Twitter replies with "Rick and Morty is shit now!" "Rick's too nice!" "Rick and Morty has gone woke!" Justin Roiland's firing gave them more fuel, but they started even while he was still on the payroll.

Their favorite line is "Rick isn't Rick anymore!" And they're right. Rick's not the asshole from seasons 1-2 who had a couple of redeeming qualities. He's not the monster that he was in season three and parts of season four. He's not the defeated man in season five who started to realize that he's hurting people but still wanted Morty to look after him like a child.

Season six is when he started to grow up--not a lot, but enough that he began taking on adult responsibilities instead of thinking he's a teenage boy who sees another teenager as his peer. I wish we saw more therapy appointments, but while they're mostly off-screen, we're definitely seeing the effects.

This doesn't make Rick a great person or atone for what he's done. Some of his crimes are beyond atonement, and not just the obvious ones like blowing up planets. This is a universe where everyone has a body count and events that should've destroyed Earth have no effect on civilization. Death and destruction don't mean that much.

His worst crimes are the personal ones: destroying Morty's psyche in "The Vat of Acid Episode," treating his family like garbage for most of season three. You can't atone for that. You can't apologize for that.

However, I don't only judge characters by their past. I judge them by their capacity to change.

Walter White is a brilliant character, but he's not a personal favorite because his arc is a slow descent into hell. Rick's slowly climbing out of his crater, and while it doesn't erase the past, it's still happening. For me, that's more satisfying than watching a monster become a bigger monster.

Of course, he's still not above cosplaying as Odin while wearing a golden crown that literally says "GOD." But the former "no girls allowed" alpha male has become a dedicated therapy patient who's also a thirst object that would make bros cry about double standards. Sure, Rick, you're a god, now put on that weird half-shirt and prance around a little.

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hi everyone i am not refollowing the stp tag until i 100% the new achievements and stuff again BUT. i finished a whole playthrough at like 4 pm today. oh my god. OOOOOOOOGH i have thoughts. SPOILERS BELOW CUT

THE FUCKING. PRINCESS AND THE DRAGON CHAPTER. OH MY GOD. i havw so many thoughts and feeling and just. holy SHIT that fucking chapter. im pretty sure thats the first instance of actually seeing what tlq looks like not in complete darkness and MY GOD my jaw dropped the moment i saw that. my first thought was just "he is so big and also looks fluffy but in a scary way why is he Like That" in he best way possible and just. its so expressive even with like only three (or four?) different "expressions" (aka different eyes except for opprtunist bc hes just different like that or something i guess). and dont even get me STARTED on the segway into the chapter and the chaoticness and confusion of it, that was the first chapter three of my playthrough so it was a VERY strong start.

also. happily ever after. GOD. HAPPILY EVER AFTER. i wanted to cry the entire time because like. she was so. :(. i could FEEL the anxiety and panic and just. MAN. people pleasers rise up (starts sobbing) and and and. fucking. smitten. GOD. pristine cut is really just the "hey look its the voices in your head! here they are!" update in disguise /j but anyways. he very much added to the huge feeling of anxiety, and i forgot what i did but at first i didnt see any of the voices just talking about the Suspiciously Bird Shaped Shadow on the wall until like halfway through the chapter where paranoid was like "hey guys i found the missing voice why is he a shadow". and once again. the leadup to the chapter was. jarring. to say the least. at first i thought broken was there just because pf the change in tone but after still seeing "voice of the smitten" i was. very worried. and then i was even more worried in the next two minutes when this guy ripped his fucking chest open with his bare hands. like. my god dude. just say you love her smh /j but yea no that was fucking awesome

i have a lot of thoughts and i definitely need to reply the cage (mostly bc i was super lightheaded during my playthrough) but GOD i was. once again. very disgusted and horrified /pos 10/10 would be beheaded by a headless princess and also drive one of the voices in my head insane again

as for the chapter expansions i definitely need to explore them more (since i did one playthrough and then got sidetracked as soon as i unlocked the memories menu) but i did play one route of both apotheosis and fury and both of them are absolutely amazing (shoutout to voice of the stubborn for giving me another razor-esque montage very much enjoyed it), and i ended up only doing a little bit of the den but even so i still REALLY liked it (also because den was always one of the chapters i was super interested in)

and also figuring out how to get the new ending was very fun!!!!!!!! i saw the red text once because of my apotheosis route and i was like "what. what do you mean shifting mound. what do you mean by that." when she mentioned starting to understand, then spent like 10 minutes in both the normal cabin and stranger cabin looking for the ending, and then i was like "whar if i Killed Her"

overall. my god. im so happy. seritonin STIMULATED mental illness CURED (and then recaused by happily ever after)

[the-whispers-of-death]

anyways, throwing a request back your way and: ehehe;; red string au part 3, maychance?

the fact that you (if i understand correctly) are doing every other chapter for a different soulmate pair is driving me insane /pos;;; love love love the multiple povs!!! they all deserve so much love !!

imagining kali maybe telling stone all about this random fucking guy who happened to be his soulmate, (butcher) and stone being appalled at how easily he not only gave out his full name *and* phone number;;; sure, theyre soulmates, but what;; the fuck;; stranger danger much????

or stone being antsy and unfocused and too distracted thinking about his soulmate to be any good for the mission, his mind drifting constantly, just imagining what the mystery man could be like;;

Not it taking me roughly an entire month to finish writing this. 💀

At least Stone can finally meet Sylvester now. He can stop pouting in my head.

Wordcount: 2, 341 words

"You did what? Tell me you're joking," Vikram said to the soulmate he had met years ago, giving his boyfriend a look of disapproval before going back to making dinner.

At least Ashok had the decency to look bashful about what he had done. He gave Vikram a sheepish smile, trying to curb his soulmate's disappointment in him.

"Baby, it's not that bad," he said, trying to convince Vikram. He walked forward to put his hand on Vikram's shoulder, but the taller man shrugged it off.

"Okay, yes. I gave my other soulmate my full name and personal phone number, but I doubt he'll do anything bad with the information. There's a reason he's my soulmate, remember?"

Vikram crossed his arms before remembering he was cooking. "You and fate… It's going to bite you in the ass one day," he replied, chopping the vegetables. "You're too trusting when it comes to soulmates. What if he's a serial killer who hates soldiers?"

"Who would kill soldiers?"

"The anti-military crowd."

"Okay, well serial killers are very rare nowadays. Serial killers only happen in the cop shows most of the time. This is just your paranoia talking, as usual."

Vikram growled at his boyfriend, angrily putting the chopped vegetables into the gravy. He really didn't like when Ashok dismissed his paranoia, which wasn't all that common actually.

Ashok was the only one who didn't dismiss his paranoia. Which meant this man—he was still disappointed Ashok hadn't even gotten the man's name—was already liked by Ashok despite having just barely met him.

There was a rising feeling in his chest that told him Ashok was going to leave him for this mystery man. He had never felt this before since he knew he and Ashok were soulmates, but he couldn't help himself from thinking that this new man would be better than him.

There were so many reasons why it was a miracle Ashok even dated him in the first place, even with the fact that they were soulmates. He was too paranoid and he had to learn so many things, like how to show emotions or to let himself have hobbies. When they had met, Vikram was just a mindless soldier, just as his father taught him.

And that was another thing that people didn't like about him: he didn't have a family. Everyone had abandoned him, since he was not good enough for someone to stay.

He was not good enough for someone to stay. Everyone left him eventually. He was born to be tossed aside.

Why did he think Ashok was different? It was only a matter of time before Ashok would—

"Hey, hey." Ashok's soothing voice came in Vikram's ear, the shorter man's arms wrapping around his waist. He pulled Vikram's back flush against his chest, soothing him with the contact.

"I can tell you're spiraling, baby. That you're thinking I'll leave you now that I've met my other soulmate. It's okay, I understand why you spiraled into that line of thinking. But I won't leave you. You're too important to me, no matter how paranoid you are."

Vikram melted into Ashok's arms, his eyes pricking with tears. He turned his head to bury it in his boyfriend's shoulder. "I don't deserve you," he said, his voice sounding like a croak due to his crying.

Ashok reached up to cradle his boyfriend's head, turning his own head slightly to kiss the top of Vikram's head. "None of that, baby. We're soulmates, which means the universe thinks we deserve each other." His thumb caressed the back of the head on his shoulder. "You believe in the Christian God, baby, so think about it. Do you really think He would give us soulmates if we didn't deserve each other?"

It took Vikram a few beats for him to shake his head, believing that God wouldn't do such a thing. Unlike other Catholics, he believed in a God who was kind and loving. It was all he had been taught when he got into Catholicism when he was on the streets.

"We deserve each other," he murmured in reply, saying it so he can believe it. He didn't have faith in a lot of things, so having faith in soulmates was certainly a leap. But it was one he was going to have to make.

He grumbled, sniffling and pulling his head away from Ashok's shoulder. "I guess if you and that man are soulmates, it won't backfire on us that he knows your full name and your personal phone number." He moved to go back to cooking. "I still think that was a move I wouldn't have done, though."

"Well, if your soulmate is still working at the base you're stationed at, you'll be meeting him soon," Ashok said, chuckling at the way Vikram would be meeting his second soulmate the same way he met Ashok: on base. He moved away from Vikram, letting him cook without anything restricting his movements. "What are you going to do when you meet him?"

"The first thing I'm going to do is ask him his name."

"You're so funny, you big oaf."

Vikram's lips twitched as a sense of giddiness washed over him, his first instinct being to hide the smile that wanted to pull at his lips. However, he remembered he was safe here with Ashok and he let the smile show on his face.

The result of his vulnerability was satisfying, seeing Ashok grin at him at the sight of his smile. The small moment between them made him relax, made him feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

"You're making me soft, my moon."

"You deserve all the love in the world, my sun."

Vikram finished cooking finally and plated the food for him and Ashok. He was just about to sit down at the table with his boyfriend when his beeper beeped with a message.

He cursed, ignoring Ashok's raised eyebrow at the beeper beeping because Vikram didn't hand out the number of the beeper to just anyone. He took out the beeper and decoded the message on it.

"I'm sorry, Ashok," he said, getting up. He pocketed the beeper, internally cursing whoever decided to interrupt his dinner. "I have to go, the base hospital is flooded with patients and they need me to come in."

"Go," Ashok replied, understanding why Vikram had to go. He got up to give his boyfriend a sweet, but quick kiss. "We can have dinner together another time, if we don't get sent out on missions any time soon. I love you."

Vikram had no time to say it back, but he gave Ashok an air kiss, which he only did when he couldn't say the words back. He quickly grabbed his car keys, rushing out of the house while putting on his shoes.

It was a shame he'd be missing dinner with his boyfriend, but that was the life they both chose.

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Vikram's head was pounding, having had only a few hours of sleep for the past four days. Just as he had finished up at the base hospital, he had been sent out on a mission with his squad, unable to have enough free time to rest for more than a few hours.

He was currently back in the base hospital, it being full of patients still. Thankfully, there were no critical patients, just patients who were still healing from their injuries.

However, this meant he had to do the paperwork that had been piling up over the four days. He didn't remember what it was like outside the four walls of his office.

Vikram was working on inputting the paperwork he had done by hand into the computer, the military insisting on digitizing patients' medical files despite him asking if he could do the patients' medical files when taking them on as his patient by hand. It was tedious and everyone told him it would just be easier to only use the computers and tablets used in the base hospital, but he didn't trust those devices to not crash when he needed access to patients' files.

Just as he was grumbling to himself for having to do this, he felt a tug from the invisible string that was wrapped around his right wrist. He perked up, knowing his second soulmate was close.

"Let me introduce you to the Chief Hospital Corpsman who runs this base hospital since he's the senior ranking medical officer," General Cunningham said to the mystery soulmate, Vikram hearing it through the office door. He laughed as he continued, "He is likely to accidentally kick you out without questioning who you are if he sees you around, so it's best if you get introduced to him so that doesn't happen."

Vikram stood up when he heard the footsteps draw closer and he decided to meet them outside, leaving the office. He almost ran head-first into General Cunningham, but the shorter man had thankfully stopped short instead of walking into Vikram.

General Cunningham didn't seem bothered by almost walking into the taller man, instead he smiled. "Ah, you came out of that office on your own! Good, now I can introduce you to the man who is going to make sure all of the tech in the base hospital is updated," he explained, gesturing to the man beside him.

The man was shorter than General Cunningham and was so skinny, Vikram was worried the wind outside would snap him in two if he stepped out there. His long oval face was handsome, his light blue eyes had slits as pupils like how cats have and they were framed by rectangular glasses. He had graying brown hair that was put up in a ponytail, hair that Vikram wanted to run his fingers through and feel how soft it was.

"You're even more breathtaking than the stars."

The man who had extended his hand out for Vikram to shake raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked, confusion laced in his voice.

Vikram didn't respond, simply staring at the man with a blank face. He didn't know how to explain what he just said, what he was supposed to only say in his head.

"Okay. I'm Sylvester," the man—Sylvester—said after realizing Vikram wouldn't repeat what he had said.

Vikram grunted in reply, not bothering to shake Sylvester's hand. "They call me Stone." His voice was cold, remembering that he couldn't let his guard down just yet, even when it came to his second soulmate.

Sylvester dropped his hand, probably thinking how weird Vikram was.

Vikram wouldn't have blamed him for doing so, everyone thought he was weird at one point or the other. It was a crucial part of meeting him.

General Cunningham looked back and forth between the two men before he said, "Stone, Sylvester's first order of business is to upgrade the computer in your office. I trust you'll allow him to do his job?"

Even if Vikram had wanted to say no, and he did want to say no, he had no choice. The general had only asked to make sure he would be cooperating.

He did have a history of not cooperating with people. At least he stopped biting people.

"He can do his job," Vikram answered, turning towards his office. He stopped Sylvester before he could follow him inside and he turned to the general. "But I'll have to make sure there's no medical information out where he can see, paper or digital. HIPAA laws and all."

"Of course. Do whatever you need to do, just allow him to do his job afterwards," General Cunningham replied.

Vikram didn't say anything else, going inside his office and making sure all of the physical medical files were in the file cabinet he kept in his office. He also exited out of whatever software he was using to digitize the medical files before letting Sylvester come inside.

He watched the shorter man sit at his desk, secretly amused at the sight of the chair making Sylvester seem smaller since it had been made specifically for Vikram's taller stature. He stayed silent as he watched Sylvester do whatever he had to in order to update the computer.

"You keep the computer updated on your own usually?" Sylvester asked after a while, seeing that the computer had been updated to the last update before this new one.

Vikram nodded before answering verbally, "It's expected of us. The military prides itself on being more technologically advanced than the civilians. And the soldiers are expected to stay on top of all of the advancements in technology."

"General Cunningham told me you're known for hating technology."

"Can you repair the printer after this?"

Sylvester seemed amused at the abrupt change in conversation and he nodded. "The printer's not working?"

"Yeah and I hadn't had time before this to ask you if you could fix it. So, I had to try and fix it myself." Vikram then waited a few beats before admitting, "I kicked it a few times in frustration when it wasn't working despite how hard I was trying."

Sylvester was about to respond when another corpsman burst into the office, which caused Vikram to glare at them.

"Chief Hospital Corpsman, I'm sorry to interrupt—" the corpsman said, before he got cut off.

"Don't waste time with apologies, spit it out," Vikram said with growl, his eyes narrowed at the corpsman.

The corpsman gulped at the taller man's tone and replied, "Two squads got injured and we need your help. There are two soldiers who are in dire conditions."

Vikram muttered something in Hindi before dismissing the corpsman. He turned to Sylvester, eyeing him warily.

"I have to go and help, but just know I have access to the camera in here. I will know if you move from the desk, so don't move. Being my other soulmate won't mean shit to me if you tamper with anything."

With those words, he left Sylvester in the office, uncaring how his words might've offended his soulmate.

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Oof this was longer than I thought it would be. It got so much longer than expected.

Sylvester might be OOC here, dialogue is hard to write today.

Anyways, I hope you like this!

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I'm genuinely being so fucking autistic about Boothill now that I'm hearing his voice properly and his speech patterns are driving me insane /pos

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Sunshine and Pine

Chapter Eleven: Protectors

You'd think at this speed the trees would be reduced to streaks of green. But not to the supernatural creatures that speed through this forest. I see every detail the whole run to the Cullens house. Once I'd shifted my mind had connected with Leah's and after a brief bout of cursing my mother on my behalf, she'd thought of Esme. There's no way I'd be able to afford a plane ticket to Italy. And while I could run and swim there, who knows how long that would take. I didn't know how long ago my mom had taken my dad, and I didn't want to add anymore time that I needed to. So I took off in the direction of the Cullens house, Paul and Leah hot on my heels.

Esme, Carlisle and Edward are already standing outside when we break through the treeline.

"Seth called us while you were running here. We hope this is enough. Anything we can do to help." Carlisle says, gesturing to the duffle bag in Esme's hands.

With Edward there to riffle through my head, he translates my thoughts out loud for them to hear.

"Thank you. Please know I plan to repay you when I can. "

Esme starts walking towards us. "Oh no! Please take it. We want to help you save your family, as you helped us save ours. There are already plane tickets for you in this front zipper. For the earliest flight we could find. It leaves soon, you should leave now if you're going to make it." Esme slips the strap of the bag into my mouth.

"I don't know what to say... Thank you." The sight of Esme standing several feet below me grows misty with the height of my emotion.

She reaches her hand out to rest on my cheek. "Go. Quickly now." And with one last nod of my head, I turn back into the forest.

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I can't believe the thought that Esme put into packing this bag. There's a change of clothes for all three of us, toiletries, and an absurd amount of cash. I hug it close to my chest while Paul weaves his way through the traffic outside the airport in Italy. I can see the silhouette of Volterra in the distance. This is the farthest I've ever traveled in my life, and the tension of the situation had me fidgeting in my seat the entire trip. I've barely said a word, and I can feel that it's driving Paul into madness. He keeps glancing over at me like I might explode at any minute, and honestly sometimes it feels like I might. Putting three freaked out werewolves in a pressurized container in the sky might not have been the best idea in retrospect.

"Ok Lucy, maybe we should start talking about a plan." Leah pipes up from the back seat, breaking the tense silence.

"Well my mom picked up my letter from a PO box. I have the address. I figure we'd follow her scent from there. I hadn't thought much past showing up at her door after that." My voice was just loud enough for them to hear.

"Oh perfect. I'm sure we'll just ring the doorbell and she'll let us right in, hand over your dad and off we go!" Leah quips.

"I don't want you guys to come with me. I won't let you walk into danger like that." I say, whipping my head around to Leah.

Paul lets out a growl. "Not a damn chance Lucy. I don't leave your side."

"You think we flew all the way out here with you to take in the sites? Get your head out of your ass. We love you, and we love your dad and we're going to get him and all go home together." Leah is almost shouting.

I reach one hand out to rest on Paul's leg, and throw the other back to grab Leah's hand on my shoulder, giving them a squeeze to let them know I hear them.

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The sickly sweet smell of vampires runs in different tracks all over these damn streets. We were able to pick up my moms scent at the address she left in her first letter. But keeping it the whole way proves a difficult task. There are an insane number of different vampire scents weaving together through this city. None of these people have a clue the horror show they spend their lives in. I'm convinced I've lost my moms scent in the cloud of vampire stink, when a gust of wind blows the scent of my father into my brain. My back goes straight in anticipation and I tip my chin towards it as a cue for Paul and Leah to follow me.

We follow a winding path through the city, to a small house tucked away on the outskirts. The scents of my mom and dad mingle together all the way up the cobblestone walkway to the door. Paul is whispering at me to slow down and take a second to think about this, but I'm already turning the doorknob and bursting in. Any thoughts of stealth I'd had vanished at about hour three of our journey. The need to see my dad with color in his face, heart beating was too powerful for anything but brute force. I can hear the thud of a heart and hope and pray that it's his. The sight I'm greeted with when I turn the corner brings me relief and dread all together.

"Lucy, you made it after all." My mother's voice rings out. Just like Rosalie's beauty, my moms voice puts me on edge, like the honeysweet trap it is.

My father is sitting on the couch, eyes glossed over. Whatever trance my mother's put him in seems to be affecting him a lot more than it had done to me.

"What'd you spike his coffee with?" I spit at my mother.

"You should be careful how you talk to me, Lucy. One of these days that sharp tongue is going to get you into trouble you can't get out of." Her eyes become hard at my snarkiness. But she turns her gaze to my dad and keeps talking. "My gifts affect humans much more than they do supernatural beings. The mind of a human is weak, malleable, defenseless."

"Is this really what you wanted? What, you thought you'd brainwash us both and play house with your practically comatose family?" I snap.

"What I want is to keep my family where I can protect them. There are dangers coming that you couldn't even begin to comprehend."

I can't help the laugh that bubbles out of my mouth. "Really? Dangers? Dangers that might kidnap you and take you across the world against your will... poison your mind so it's not your own... You see what I'm getting at?"

"You have no idea what is to come, Lucy. I needed you both here where I could keep you safe. My power is unmatched. My mind is capable of amazing things"

The cautious tone in her voice makes me wonder what she knows that we don't. But the pure arrogance that follows brings a rage burning in my chest.

I move to step closer, but Paul's hand cinches down on my own while Leah's arm simultaneously flies across my chest like a mom in a car.

"In case I haven't made myself clear, we don't need your protection. You're the biggest danger in our lives right now. I'm not sure how you think bringing my human dad to this city is safer than Forks. I can barely breathe with all the vampire fumes in the air. It fucking reaks of leech."

My mom hisses beneath her breath at the insult, which brings out a protective growl from Paul.

"Because I am in control here. I am a high ranking member of the Volturi guard. Aro and Caius trust me. Forks is not the safe haven you believe it to be. You needed protection." My mom still seems to be hissing, her words are so sharp.

"Lucy has protectors." Paul snaps, he's clearly teetering on the edge of control and rampage.

"Ah, the boyfriend. The one who took my Lucy from me."

"Excuse me, nobody took me from anybody. You left me long before Paul came around." I glare at my mother.

Leah, who'd been quietly observing, assessing the situation, couldn't hold her tongue anymore.

"What happened to you? You aren't the Aunt I knew."

The briefest flicker of sadness flashes across my mother's face, but it's quickly replaced by a stone face. "A lot happened in the beginning of this life to make me this way. I'll spare you the details. The Volturi pulled me out of a very dark place, gave me a purpose."

Any sign of weakness she'd shown was long gone.

"So you're going to keep Uncle Joel here, paralyzed... for how long?" Leah asks.

"Oh, no no. I'm going to teach him to defend himself. I just needed to get him here because it's the safest place to do it."

"What do you mean?" Paul says. But I think I might know what she means, and my heart is in my throat.

"Well I can defend myself. Lucy is supernatural, she seems to be able to handle danger. But Joel is just a fragile human. That's no way to make it through this world. He'd want this." My moms words send a shiver down my spine.

"Don't you fuckin dare." My voice is dripping with venom.

"He'd want this? Really? Did you ask him before brainwashing him?" Leah is just as angry as me.

"Nobody asked me, but I'm quite content in this life." My mother says with a smirk. "I was just about to do it when you came bursting through my door. Which, by the way, I raised you better than that." She takes slow steps towards my father.

"Stop." Is all I can get out. My entire body is trembling so hard, my hair is starting to come loose from my ponytail. Her hand reaches out towards my dad at lightning speed and I lose it, my wolf exploding out. I lunge the last few steps towards her, throwing my muzzle at her and knocking her as far back as the room allows. At a blinding speed, she's twisting and twirling around trying to get past me. I hear Paul and Leah shift from somewhere behind me as well.

Leah plants herself in front of my dad. And Paul flanks my mother, snapping at her.

Before I can react she's staring into my eyes and I feel a familiar pull. But we've done this dance before. I know what to expect. Instead of letting her pull me into her mind, I focus on the beating hearts around me. The soft thudding of the three hearts of the most important people in my life. And I'm able to keep my mother at bay long enough for Paul to crash into her, knocking her to the ground.

She clearly spent most of her time training with her gift. Her game was mental, from a distance. The Volturi had some strong offensive players, they probably never even thought to teach her to fight like this. She'd been so focused on overpowering me with her gift, she hadn't thought to keep her guard up to the other physical threats around her.

My mother's voice is slightly strained from the weight of Paul's foot on her chest. "Lucy, it has to be this way. He knows about us. It's our only law. Aro will kill him."

All three of us are growling at her now, deafeningly loud.

My mother snarls and uses all of her strength to wiggle loose from Paul's grip. She manages to wiggle free and fake Paul out to slip past him. She's in the air jumping past me, and I launch myself at her, snapping my jaw around her leg. Leah leaps forward to lock her teeth into my mother's shoulder. The deafening sound of screeching metal rings in my ears as the two of us come down on the ground hard, and watch as each piece of my mother comes down beside us.

[the-stove-is-divorced]

I’m gonna start foaming at the mouth and eating drywall istg /pos/j BECAUSE THAYS SUCH A GOOD FUCKING POINT HELP??? I was always thinking the move has to do with his father, cause it’s almost SUSPICIOUS how little they discuss WHY Arajin moved + who he moved with (presumably his father, and I’m seething why we don’t know WHY he moved back or moved in the first place, since he clearly had a good relationship with his mother as much as he appears annoyed at her), so I’m simply connecting the dots. I’ve connected them.

BUT I NEVER REALIZED THE NAME THING OMG? that’s so good. So juicy. THIS MF IS SO SICKENINGLY SUBTLE ITS DRIVING ME INSANE BRUH. That and the glasses thing again, because that bugged me until the very end of the series istg. MISTER REINVENT HIMSELF. Cause how long would he have kept it, if he hadn’t seen Mata??? Probably a while. Probably for the rest of time until he grew tired of it? That and the guitar. Same idea. BUT ALSO CAN HE PLAY IT?????

(I would actually kill to see how far he goes with the glasses and the guitar if he hasn’t seen Mata right away. Let’s say a week in. Does he disregard it right away again, or pretend he doesn’t know what Mata is talking about, because people know this version of him? Mata basically got his foot in the door before Arajin locked away bits of his past forever, and so Arajin left those props behind. They wouldn’t work anymore.)

everytime I think about this guy I go more insane. One day I will rewatch this series and TAKE NOTES ISTG. I think IF I rewatch the series and take decided noted, I will MAYBE post a coherent essay here, written only, cause I’d rather implode than edit my voice lol. They’re so deeply fascinating is actually sickening. Rubix cube ass protagonist. He compels me.

HEY SO GUESS WHAT I NOTICED LATELY AND KEPT THINKING ABOUT AND WANTED TO SHARE WITH YOU

Mata and arajin both kinda achieved what they wanted to some part?

OK LEMME EXPLAIN : mata wanted to be stronger (why? To never be left behind again) and he did just that

Arajin wanted to be braver I think (why? To never leave behind a friend ever again)

And guess what

Come on guess it

THEY BOTH DID DO JUST THAT, BUT ONE FOCUSED MORE ON THE GOAL RATHER THAN THE WHY (Mata, with his delusional belief that getting stronger will solve everything) AND THE OTHER FOCUSED ON THE WHY MORE THAN THE GOAL (arajin, with him simply deciding that you can't leave behind a friend if you don't have any, he truly is the smartest idiot out there)

Mata is now much much stronger, maybe not the strongest but still, and arajin is much much more brave, maybe not the bravest but still much braver, especially when you see how they used to be and how they are rn

LIKE COME ON. COME ON. LIKE, ANOTHER LAYER TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND I KNOW IT'S A SIMPLE ONE TO NOTICE BUT I DIDN'T UNTIL TOO LATE AND GOD, THEY BOTH WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED TILL THE GOAL AND THE WHY BOTH GET ANSWERED, AND THAT WONT HAPPEN TILL BOTH DROP THEIR DELUSIONS AND WAIT IS THIS A LAYER OF NEVER FEELING LIKE YOU'VE DONE BEFORE IM SEEING??

(sorry for rambling, it just been circulating my mind for the past three days and my god I need that 2 hours analysis video asap)

OKAY! Finally had some time to give this my full attention, took me a minute. Hope the wait wasn’t too long. (Also trust I’ll get to your comment back but I try to reply to everything which means I need time to sit it down and Do That but I’ve been busy as shit UGHHH)

BUT RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! THE ADDED LAYERS OF THIS DYNAMIC IS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOOD. I’m so glad you mentioned this because I didn’t quite notice it as an added bit of their dynamic, but they both, as the should go, got a little bit of what they’ve wanted!!!! Which is really charming that they both kinda stay stubborn in their ways, regressing or simply doubling down respectively, and then actually both grow a little bit by the end! While obviously they should progress (or land somewhere other than where they’ve started until that’s another point/purpose), it’s just a charming detail they did get something, by actually dropping the delusion/confronting a bit of who they are and what things are actually like in reality.

They make me so ill, I think. I love my little bad coping mechanism mfs. They rlly thought if they just just dug their heels in, stubborn as shit, double down again and again, it’d just work out. Like no. Dumbass. I love them, though. They match each other’s narratively, but they haven’t caught got to the actual bestie / seeing each other completely yet. (SOBBING ABOUT IT ARAJIN LET DOWN UR MASK PLEASE—) (THERE IS MORE TO YOU I KNOW IT)

Also it will never not be funny to me Arajin rlly went giving “I’ve ever met this man before in my life”/“we’re not friends -_-” energy and Mata is just: “no we’re best friends :) best friends forever :) I’m simply ignoring what you said, you’re just a silly little jokester we’re the best friends in the entire planet trust me! We never stopped being friends! We’re super duper close! Fav guy in the whole world!!”

I love my pair of unreliable ass mfs, never trust them to take control of narration, you’re gonna be lied too.

Look at them. Unreliable ass mfs. I love them so much. They’re so precious to me. Unstoppable force vs unmovable object ass dynamic. Mutually not seeing each other ass dynamic. Denial buddies. Driven by fear ass mfs. “What if I just doubled down” like that’ll do anything. Idiots. I love them so much oh my god.

ALSO PLEASE SHARE RAMBLES AND IDEAS AND ALL THAT JAZZ! I love yapping about stuff like this! I’m just sluggish at replying back cause I’m gonna be busy as shit for a couple monthssssss.

[darlingpwease]

all this talk about househusbands. you know which househusband would drive me the most insane? /pos aki. aki hayakawa. i want to use him so bad. treat him like a good fucktoy while denji and power are asleep in the room next door. have their snoring mask his breathy moans and whines when you get him to cum over the freshly-washed sheets; sheets he dried and ironed himself while you were away. make the two interrogate aki incessantly on why he's limping stupidly around the house. maybe even whisper your plans to put a new baby in him into his ear-- he's already such a good househusband, such a good mommy already. release any pent up stress he has from his daily tasks by fucking him absolutely stupid, till he's a sobbing and blubbering mess

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HOME ROUTINE!

CONTENT WARNINGS: subtle unhealthy behaviour [?], established relationship, pet names, power exchange, domestic life (househusband kink), mild light pregnancy topic [talk]

hypersexuality, sex marathon, heavy petting, free use, quiet sex, penetration giving + cock implied, unprotected sex / breeding, mild mommy kink, rough treatment (biting, scratching), hyperstimulation (g.), cum inflation (g.), praise (g.)

aki clings to the sheets, wheezing when you squeeze his hips; when you whispering to be quiet, — even if denji and power sleep like the dead, they can be surprisingly hearing when it's unnecessary, — he tries to follow your words, exhales through clenched teeth, throwing head back, exposing his ruddy bitten neck — but immediately shuts mouth with a loud gmoan when you push deeper, not letting him get out of a tight grip, whispering something about silence or tightness or about how hot he is, squeezing you so hard as if he doesn't want to let go, he doesn't understand anything anymore, ecstatically listening to how you breathe and how power and denji snore in another room, knowing that any sound can make them wake up and wonder what is happening,

and he's definitely not ready to explain why you fuck him like an animal, making him moan with delight into your palm when start pushing even rougher and harder, letting him try to cling to you and the sheets while his mind is swimming; whining from another orgasm only to find yourself pressed even more tightly to the bed while you reach your own, incoherently caressing him, whispering what a good boy he is and how close you are, stimulating him even more until bury his nose in the wet pillow, drowning out loud-painfully enthusiastic moans when he is not even able to cum anymore, burying your nose into his wet warm neck while you fill his hot pliable body.

when aki groans hoarsely while you grab his shoulders, helping him to take a more comfortable position, gently removing the clumped strands of hair, kissing his blissful face before turning him on side, putting your hand on his sticky wet thigh; and the way you gently take his hand, lovingly stroking, before you start fucking him again, ignoring what a mess he is already, drooling and hiding his head in a pillow from pleasant fatigue while you whisper all sorts of nonsense to him, drives him crazy.

however, he is the only one who should invent an explanation or snap back the next morning, although you are, in fact, to blame for his disheveled appearance — but you clearly ignore and shrug shoulders, more than eloquently declaring yourself not only "innocent", but even not involved in his strange walking around the house. no, you don't know why aki moves so strangely, why they can find red and blue marks on his body here and there, and what his appearance and hoarse voice are connected with; you, in general, don't even guess, although you assume that he is just tired. he works hard enough, right up until late at night, experiencing so much stress, so he deserves a break, right?

maybe leaving that thought up in the air wasn't the best idea, but when you manage to get rid of power and denji for a while by putting them out the door with errands, you certainly take care of poor aki, letting down his hair, kissing his neck while he's busy cooking, stroking his thigh and agreeing when he complains that it should be your problem — but interrupted when you get your hand under the apron, gently stroking his soft belly, making him shudder and lean his hands on the kitchen nightstand, while slowly exposing him, whispering that you, of course, are ready to take responsibility and take care of him, and that you should hurry up if he don't want to show power and denji why he is so feels like this morning in every detail.

you are even caring enough to let him continue cooking while you fuck him, trying not to be too fast or rude while he takes care of the soup, kissing and praising him for how economic and responsible he is, coping so well with household chores and you, being always ready so that you can take advantage of him; but when you fleetingly purr about what a good mommy would come out of him, so caring and hardworking, always ready to serve his spouse and be bred until he gets pregnant with your baby, even if at any moment you may be caught off guard, he squeezes you so tightly, digging his fingers into the kitchen nightstand, unconsciously looking at his stomach, feeling your gentle stroking.

of course, what you said was not completely untrue, — he definitely works very hard and is nervous, getting too much stress, so you only take care of him, making him cum, whining when you tell him to relax, stopping thinking about too many and serious things besides what he has to cook and do the laundry while you breed him, definitely this time putting your baby in his stomach — unable to say no when he's such a slobbering mess, unable even to refuse you when you pull him from the stove to the table, stuffing him to the brim while he cums again, moaning in a voice broken from last night.

... in the end, you have to come up with an excuse when you see him trembling in your arms, knowing that aki will not wake up by the time power and denji return.

[jedinerd27]

The Moon and The Stars Moon Boys and the Reader  EVEN MORE incorrect quotes:

MASTERLIST

A/n: These help me get ideas while writing, so enjoy

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Steven: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Reader: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Steven: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Reader: Is it working?

Jake in the back ground: neither of these nerds get healthy sleep, fucking academics

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steven: Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Reader: Marry me.

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Reader: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Steven: I wrote you a poem.

Reader, already crying: You did?

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Marc walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Reader, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Reader, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

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Reader: Hey,hun, what do you think it would be like if we had kids?

steven: What would it be like? Inconvenient, mostly.

Reader: No, I mean, what would they be like, the kids? You ever think about it?

steven: Can't really say I have.

Reader: You know, for someone as eccentric as yourself, you can be boring as fuck sometimes.

Marc now fronting: Sorry, Reader. For what it's worth, I'm picturing them now. A boy and a girl. Two perfect little freaks of nature raised by people who've clearly got no business bringing up anybody.

Narrator voice: They eventually had kids, and were named after the children of Cleopatra last queen of Egypt and Marc Antony

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steven: That was so hot, Reader.

Reader: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenerate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.

steven: I'm so in love with you.

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Reader and Marc: We have a problem.

Steven: No, YOU have a problem. I have idiots who keeps making them.

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Reader: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Steven: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Reader: Yes.

Steven: I'd sleep.

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Reader: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Reader: Steven and Marc are still mad about it, but me and Layla were drunk and thought it was funny.

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Steven : Where are you going?

Reader: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

Marc: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!

Jake, knowing full well that Marc and Steven got an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

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Din: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine Din: i became more evil if you’re curious Reader: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Din: i’m going to get worse on purpose

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Reader: You love me, right, Marc? Marc: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it. 

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Din, addressing his siblings: And if you have any suggestions feel free to put them in the suggestion box. Reader: But – that’s just a trash can. Din: It sure is!

Ardere:*Muttering about how useless his siblings are as he builds an actual Suggestion box*

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Athena, the reason spiders exists: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated. Jake and Reader: Killed without hesitation. Athena: No.

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Reader: Am I in trouble? Marc: Take a guess. Reader: No? Marc: Take another guess.

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Reader: You're right. Jake: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

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Jake : Am I going too far? Reader: No, no, no. Baby, You went too far about seven hours ago. Now WE’RE going to prison.

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READER: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume? Jake: *chugs entire bottle* Jake: It’s perfume

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[cryptid-t33th]

oing absolutely INSANE about arkhamverse riddlers voice/voice acting i can not STAND IT /pos

i don't know if it was intentional but it seems like he (the character) is putting on a voice, an act, because he's deeply insecure and doesn't want his true personality to show. he's using the voice of a fucking showman, over-exaggerated and over confident, but there are times where it slips and you can hear his "real" voice and it makes me scsream and cry !!! In arkham origins the voice is more toned down (naturally, he hasn't taken on the riddler persona yet) but its definitely still there, he still has the condescending edge to his voice, but he's letting anger show more and it's just more natural sounding overall. Then in arkham asylum on one of his patient interview tapes you can tell his persona falters after the psychiatrist asks about his father. The first time she asks he brushes the question off pretty smoothly but when she insists, he falters and pauses for a second and when he speaks again his voice is noticeably different (at least to me) because the interview is not going exactly how he wants it to go (and i believe its canon that he plans every interaction out meticulously and freaks out when it doesn't go how he wants [autism moment]) and that causes his façade to drop, even just slighlty. and then in arkham knight, after you finish his fight and he's in the back of the Batmobile, the showman voice and persona is almost completely gone. it could be due to him just being completely fucked up by the bat and the cat but he is in DESPAIR his voice is softer, hes not really projecting like he usually is, and he doesn't really have the condescending tint he usually speaks with, it shows that he is Constantly putting on a show, he is always planning everything out and only showing an Incredibly specific version of himself IT DRIVES ME CRAZY IM OBSESSED

[craftycheetah]

Purr Like an Engine pt.12

CW: violence & mentions of police

Hitoshi’s eyes narrowed as the figure steps toward him. A lean man with a pale complexion, cracked lips, and wrinkles around his eyes emerges from the shadows. He has layered, untidy grayish-blue hair.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” he grins. “Pudding’s gained quite an interest in you.”

“You must be Tomura,” Hitoshi’s eyes narrowed.

“Ah, so you know of me. Please, call me Shiggy.”

“How could I not?” His laugh held no humor. “You’ve only been tormenting her for who knows how long!”

“You call it tormenting, I call it having a simple conversation with unintended consequences,” Tomura chuckles.

Hitoshi’s hands curl into fists at his sides. He feels rage bubble inside of him as he stared at the man who’s been hurting an innocent person, an innocent person who was his friend. He knew he couldn’t attack yet; he didn’t want to risk it if Tomura had a weapon on him or not. The best thing he could do was keep him talking.

“That’s not a conversation, that’s tyranny,” Hitoshi scoffs.

“It’s called love. You’ll understand one day.”

“Love is having their best interests at heart, not your own. Love is bonding and getting to know the person you care for and willing to do anything for them. What you consider ‘love’ is insane!”

“You say po-tay-to. I say po-tah-to!”

Sitting in the locked room, you sniffled as you sat in the corner of the makeshift room. 

You’ve been stuck in here for hours. The occasional sound of footsteps drew your attention from the floor to the door, hoping someone would let you out, only to feel dejected when it was either a League member giving you food, Dabi coming in to make fun of you, or Tomura trying to persuade you to change your mind and apologize. You’d never apologize to him. He made your life a living hell for months, and you couldn’t take it anymore!

A knock at the door pulls you away from your thoughts. Unlocking and peeking her head inside, Himiko smiles softly at you. “Hey, bestie.”

“Leave me alone, Toga. I don’t want to talk to you,” you glare.

“Please, let me explain. I didn’t have a choice!” she pleads.

“Whatever.”

“Shiggy ordered me to go with him. I didn’t know we were going to kidnap you; if I did, I would never have gone along with it. You don’t deserve this, and I’m sorry.”

“Well, ‘sorry’ won’t get me out of here. Tomura’s fucking crazy and he’s definitely not gonna let me go now.”

“What if I helped you get out of here?”

“What, Toga, that’s crazy? The rest of his gang is lurking out there and there’s no way they’ll let me get out without someone either alerting Shiggy or catching us.”

“Not if there’s a distraction. You’re still talking to that sleepy guy and his gang right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You have their numbers?”

“It’s go time!” Eijirou says, his voice booming as he yells.

The group nodded as they all got into position.

“Oops!” Mina exclaims loudly. 

Deliberately kicking out her foot, Mina pushes over the closest bike and snickers as the rest satisfyingly fall like dominoes, each creating a loud clang! noise that was impossible not to hear. From inside, Tomura’s head turned towards the door along with Hitoshi’s. A small smile came to Hitoshi’s face as Tomura’s wrinkled with annoyance.

“Will you idiots go check that out?!” He practically yells.

The other gang members look at each other before nodding and running outside. 

Mina sticks her tongue out at the gang members as she hops on her bike before revving her engine and driving off.

“It’s just you and me now,” Tomura smiles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Means there’s not gonna be any witnesses.”

Hitoshi barely had time to process Tomura’s words as he swiftly moves to the side as Tomura charges at him, switchblade in hand.

“Holy shit, dude!” Hitoshi gasps. “What the fuck!”

Tomura’s tongue rakes over his top lip as he turns back towards Hitoshi and spins the knife in his hand. 

“You would’ve left if you knew what was good for you!”

Tomura charges again, but this time Hitoshi is prepared. Hitoshi slides to the side, jerking Tomura’s arm to the side as his hand forms into a fist. He takes a deep breath as he launches his fist into the side of Tomura’s head, effectively knocking him over, making him land on the floor with a harsh thud. 

“Fuck, you little shit!” he hisses.

The knife fell out of his hand, and a second was all Hitoshi needed before he leaps on top of Tomura, grabbing the switchblade before folding it closed. 

“No!” Tomura yells.

His eyes opened wide as he grabs Hitoshi by the throat and flips them over. A wide grin stretching acrosshis face as he noticed the blade clutched in Hitoshi’s hand. 

“You have two choices here, loverboy, either you give me the blade, and you can die that way, or you get choked to death like a bitch. Your choice!”

“All this for a woman who doesn’t even want you around?! That’s pathetic!” Hitoshi spits. 

Tomura growls as he lifts Hitoshi’s head and slams it into the concrete, repeating the motion until Hitoshi’s eyes begin to roll back into his head. The next time Tomura does it, Hitoshi pivots, using his strength to slam his head right into Tomura’s nose. Tomura’s hands fly to his face; crimson dripping incessantly from his nostrils and covering his fingers. 

“Goddammit!” he grunts.

Hitoshi uses the opportunity to scramble away, stars dancing in his vision.  Looking at the switchblade in hand, he tosses it aside before rolling out of the way as Tomura tries punching his face again.

Tomura gets up, the pain in his nose only fueling his adrenaline more. His eyes are red with unshed tears, but to Hitoshi, it looked like they were filled with rage. 

“You’re gonna pay for that!” He growls.

“Like hell!” a new voice calls out. 

Hitoshi looks towards the entrance to see Katsuki rushing towards Tomura, his body colliding with Tomura’s, knocking him back onto the ground. 

“Katsuki!”

“Can’t let you have all the fun,” he grins.

Katsuki helps Hitoshi stand and glares at Tomura, struggling to balance himself upright again. “Fuckin’ bastard’s still swinging? Let’s take this creep down,” Katsuki grins.

As Tomura charges at them again, Katsuki clenches his fist, slamming it into Tomura’s back as he dodges his attack. 

“This doesn’t concern you blondie, but since you want to be a hero so bad, guess I’ll have to get rid of you too!” he growles, stumbling as he glares at the duo. He swings at Katsuki, grinning like a madman as he takes Katsuki by surprise.

Katsuki ducks, swinging his fist into Tomura’s gut before groaning as he gets punched by him in the nose, sending Katsuki staggering back as Hitoshi rushes forward.

Jabbing his hand into Tomura’s side, Hitoshi tried his best to knock Tomura off his feet or at least incapacitate him.

This went on for ten minutes, the three men punching, jabbing, and occasionally kicking their opponents until Tomura suddenly got the upper hand as he stood over the tired and bruised bodies of Katsuki and Hitoshi.

“I’m the only one getting what he wants tonight!” His voice turned deranged with a psychotic edge in it. “I’ve got the woman of my dreams, my territory, and my gang. I rule this city!”

Katsuki grunted, a deep dark bruise forming on his arm, trying to push himself up before falling. Hitoshi let out a groan, reaching toward his friend, who lay on the ground a few feet away from him. 

“This is the end for you two! You’re never gonna see the light of day ever ag—”

Bang!

Hitoshi and Katsuki looked up to see Hanta, standing behind Tomura, breathing heavily with a baseball bat in his hand. 

Tomura fell to the ground with a loud thud, his body crumpling as he lay in a pathetic heap. 

“Hanta?!” “Plain face?!”  they shout.

“That was for Denki.”

Hanta helped the two men stand. “You guys okay?”

“Tch, I’m fine.”

“Little bruised, but I’ll live.”

The three turned around at the sounds of footsteps, Hanta raising the baseball bat in case some of Shigaraki’s goons heard the commotion. The three sighed in relief as a familiar and unfamiliar face appeared around the corner.

“Y/n?” Hitoshi breathed.

“‘Toshi!” You exclaimed.

He smiled as you ran towards him, embracing each other before letting go, except he still held you in his arms, resting his head on yours. 

“Who’s she?” He turned his attention towards the blonde behind you.

“That’s Toga, don’t worry, she’s good,”

She gave a small wave, a wide grin on her face as she watched you two. Without warning, there was a pounding at the door. 

“Huh?” Hitoshi turned around, hiding you behind him.

The door burst open, and men dressed in the same uniform stormed into the warehouse. 

“Police! Toga screamed.

“Freeze! T.P.D, don’t move!” one of the officers shouted. “Drop the weapon!”

Hanta carefully lowers his baseball bat and kicks it away from them.

“Which one of you is L/n?” another officer orders.

Peeking your head out from behind Hitoshi, you raise your hand. “That would be me, sir.”

“Walk forward, very slowly. Are you okay, did they hurt you?” the officer asks once you’re beside him.

“I’m fine, sir. It wasn’t them who hurt me. It was Tomura Shigaraki and his gang. He’s the one who kidnapped me. Wait, where is he?”

“On the ground over there,” Hanta scoffs. “He also ordered his goons to beat up my boyfriend.”

“Is this true?”

“Yes, it is,” Himiko speaks up, stepping forward.

“Who are you?”

“Himiko Toga, sir. I’m part of Tomura’s gang. I turned because Bossman’s ideologies and obsession with my friend went too far.”

“All of you are coming with me. Yoshitomo, Sadako, get him out of here.”

You watch a man and a woman dressed in uniform walk over to Tomura’s slightly rocking body and hoist him up, dragging him outside towards an ambulance. You look at Hitoshi nervously before being led into an unmarked police car by the officer.

Several hours after you and your friends were intensely questioned and interrogated by the police, you were let go except for Tomura, who was charged with kidnapping, attempted homicide, assault in the second degree, and accessory after the fact for the trauma he’s caused you and Denki.

After one of the officers dropped you off at home, you opened your door and instantly stiffened as you heard rustling.

“Neo?” you call out. “I just got home from getting kidnapped and I am not afraid to punch someone in the throat!”

You feel around for the light and shout in surprise as you see your coworkers emerge from behind your kitchen counter. “Surprise!”

“Ahh! Wait, Tsu? Koda? Sato? What are you guys doing here? Also, how’d you get in?”

“We might’ve found the spare key,” Tsuyu admits with a sheepish smile. 

You laugh tiredly and walk over to them, pulling them all in for a big hug. “You will not believe the shit that I’ve been through. I’m just happy that this is all over.”

“What’s over?”

“It’s a long story.”

After telling them what happened, you all hugged and spent the next couple of hours, catching up and spending some time together. You sat on the couch and waved at Tsuyu as she was the last to leave, shutting the door behind her. Cleaning up after them, you smiled over at Neo who laid on your counter, tail flopping lightly.

“Hello, my pretty kitty,” you coo as you pet her, giving her chin scratches. “Do you want dinner?”

“Prrbt”

“Good girl.”

Lounging on your couch, you idly pet Neo before feeling your phone vibrate on the arm.

Toshi😊 is calling you…

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Midnight moments with Seventeen

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A/N: Under a read more not because it’s suggestive but because 13 members and a very long post

S.Coups/Seuncheol: 

Any down time of his was usually spent sleeping and you really couldn’t blame him. Ever since you had started dating Seungcheol, you’re downtime was definitely spent taking naps more than anything else and well, you loved it. 

This night was a little different, but the general idea was the same. You could feel Seungcheol’s fingers dancing over your sides as you talked, drawing shapes on your skin through your shirt. “You know what’s most surprising about tonight?” He asked hands coming up to cup your face with a smile. “Hmm?” You asked lazily, placing your hands on his bare chest. “That it’s midnight on a day off and I haven’t fallen asleep yet.” You laughed at his words, before he rolled you both over so he laid on top of you. 

“If you’re not carefull, you’ll become as lazy as me on your days off.” 

Jeonghan: 

“Just know, before you I had never done this before.” You said and he laughed, getting ready to kick the ball. “I could tell by how you kick.” Jeonghan joked and you shook your head. This was something you don’t do often, soccer at night and it had become something you and Jeonghan would look forward too when the opportunity presented itself. 

With just the two of you, it was fun. Running around the empty park lit up only by the glow of street lighting and the moon, laughing and playing like kids. Especially when you missed a very open goal, it was highly amusing. “Wahh, you really suck at this. You would think the more we do this, you’d get better.” He said wrapping his arms around you and tackling you to the grass gently. You shoved him slightly with a laugh, not wanting to give in to your loss. 

“It’s okay, I still love you even if you suck at soccer.” 

Joshua/Jisoo: 

It was the simple text around midnight that asked: Do you want to go for a drive? Which meant, Joshua couldn’t sleep, not that you were complaining. Late night drives were a blessing with Joshua, filled with hot cocoa, cookies, some good music and some 1 on 1 time with him. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” You asked as you sat down next to him. “Maybe, or maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you.” He turned his head with a cheesy smile and you laughed. “So you couldn’t sleep.” “Yeah I couldn’t sleep. BUT, I did bring you hot cocoa with whipped cream.” He said, handing you the cup and kissing your cheek. You smiled at him, sipping the drink gently because it was hot. 

“Where should we go? Drive by the beach, or go through the city?” 

Jun/Junhui:

You couldn’t help but doze off slightly to the sound of his voice, your brain wasn’t even registering what he was saying at this point either. Jun’s voice was just so comforting and it was late, his little trick to help you learn Chinese faster wasn’t going to work at least not at midnight. He had come up with the concept of reading books to you in Chinese, to help you learn. 

“Yah, are you sleeping?” He asked, the book shutting loudly to make your eyes shoot open. “I’m sorry, I was dozing off.” You admitted with a little laugh. Jun put the book down and moved to lean over you. “If I had more time in a day I would read with you in the afternoon and not at midnight.” He was apologetic towards you for that, but he didn’t need to be. You absolutely understood. You pushed his hair out of his face and smiled. “Let’s just stop reading tonight, go to bed.” You whispered and tried to convince him, only for him to smile. 

“Let’s finish this chapter.” 

Hoshi/Soonyoung: 

“So just twist this way-” “Like this?” You asked attempting to mimic his movements only to hear him laugh heartily. “I mean, you’re not wrong but you’re not right.” He explained and you stood up straight, crossing your arms. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Soonyoung wrapped his arms around you quickly, tucking his face into your neck. 

You had come to keep him company in the practice room, because he was alone and it was late and now he was teasing you. Your back pressed against his and you looked in the mirror. “It’s okay, I won’t make you dance again.” He said softly and you laughed. “You’re trying to be sweet but it still feels like you’re laughing at me.” You said and Soonyoung burst out into laughter. 

“That’s enough practicing for today, how about we just go home and watch a movie or something.” 

Wonwoo: 

You could feel his eyes on you as you flipped through the pages of your book, he wasn’t paying attention to his own at all anymore. You often late night read together, it was something you both enjoyed. Being able to sit in silence together, immersed in different stories but still together. But now, he was just watching you as you read. 

“Book boring?” You asked, placing your bookmark between the pages. “Everything is boring compared to you.” Wonwoo smiled cheekily and you hid your face in your hands in embarrassment. “You’re delirious, go to bed.” You said, watching him get up from his chair to drop down to his knees in front of you and take your book from your lap. He grabbed your hands and looked you in the eyes, seemingly going to say something very serious. 

“How about we go get some ice cream or something?”

Woozi/Jihoon: 

It was refreshing to be with Jihoon in the studio but to not have him working. You had managed to convince him to take a break, which ended up in him laying on top of you on the couch as you played with his hair. You were simply listening to him ramble on about the newest Going Seventeen episode and what they had to do. 

“They set up this whole course, it was absolutely insane. I really wonder how the producers come up with this stuff.” He explained and you had to laugh. “I’m amazed at their creativity. Wish I had some of that while working.” He continued and you kept petting his hair. “Nah, you’re plenty creative and good at you’re job.” You smiled and he shook his head. 

“You’re supposed to say that, you’re dating me.”

Dokyeom/Seokmin: 

Curse restaurants that were open late, especially really good pizza joints. Late night snack you both called it and well, you absolutely loved these moments with him. “Midnight pizza should be illegal.” Seokmin said and you nodded, taking a bite of your own pizza. “To some of your managers, it probably is.” You joked and he sighed. 

“You spoiled the fun with one sentence.” He laughed and you joined in. “Sorry.” You laughed out and he rested his head onto your shoulder. “We should probably head home soon.” He added, finishing his pizza and throwing a napkin on to his plate. He turned in his chair to look at you with a bright smile before pressing his forehead to yours. 

“Thank you for coming out with me when I’m craving pizza at midnight.” 

Mingyu: 

“I can’t believe you crave cookies at midnight, beg me to make them with you and then also spill the dough.” You whisper yelled, trying to keep quiet for the other members in the dorm were sleeping. Mingyu was a laughing mess on the floor, covered in flour and dough. “I’m sorry.” He choked out and pulled you down to the floor with him.

“What’s going on in here?” Seungcheol asked, hearing the ruckus that came with the mess. It must’ve been a sight to his eyes. “Mingyu wanted freshly baked cookies.” You said, attempting to pat out some of the flour in his hair. Mingyu simply smiled at you as you did. Seungcheol simply raised his eyebrows and walked away, not wanting to deal with it. Mingyu pushed up off the ground, helping you up with him. 

“I’ll clean this up. Maybe we should attempt this tomorrow again.” 

The8/Minghao: 

You were perched on the foot of his bed, scrolling through your phone as he went back and forth through his closet. Glancing up every now and then to look at him. “Okay, do these work together?” He asked, showing off the outfit he had put together. Minghao often did this late at night, when he was worried  about what to wear out the next day. 

“It doesn’t not work.” You said and he scoffed. “Right, different shirt.” He said, pulling it off swiftly and going back to his closet. You shook your head with a laugh, returning to aimlessly scrolling on your phone. Only for him to huff and join you on the bed and placing his head on your shoulder with a sigh. “It’s hard to be fashionable isn’t it?” You asked and he nodded. 

“So exhausting.” 

Seungkwan: 

One hand held his while the other held your fish cakes as you walked through the park. Seungkwan had finished work early (but still midnight) and wanted to take a walk with you, so there you were, at midnight, under the promise of being treated to fish cakes. 

“So how was practice?” You asked and you could physically feel him sigh. “I’m so tired today, I don’t know why?” He said, gesturing for you to give a bite of your food. “Maybe because it’s midnight and you’ve been dancing all day.” You suggested and he shrugged. “Right.That could be it.” He took the fish cake skewer from your hand, eating the rest. You looked at him with disapproval, snatching the skewer back. 

“You owe me another one.” 

Vernon/Hansol: 

“Okay but how would you style that?” You asked, pointing to the absolutely ridiculous hat on whatever clothing website he was looking on. “I would just style it. Put it on my head and wear it.” Vernon teased, adjusting his laptop on his stomach as you both aimlessly scrolled. 

“Those shoes are cool.” You pointed and he nodded. “Want me to order them for you?” He asked and you started laughing. “I thought we were just window shopping?” You asked, dropping your head onto his shoulder and pulling the blankets up over your own. You watched him add them to his cart with a smile, before adding that hat. 

“When am I ever just window shopping?” 

Dino/Chan: 

“We have to come up with a penalty.” You said, before starting your tekken match. “A penalty, you sure about that?” Chan asked, raising his eyebrows at you in question. “I’m very sure... how about loser pays for our late night snack tonight.” You suggested and he shook his head.

“No, no it’s too late for that anyways. Think bigger.” He started, pausing to think. “Loser buys the other coffee for the next 2 months.” He suggested and you hummed. “You’re on. Lee Chan your coffee money is mine.” You said and redirected your attention to the tv. It only took a few moments for your character to knock his out and he was laying flat on the floor, staring at the ceiling. 

“Why do I always have to one up the bets, it always bites me in the butt. Even with you. But okay, starting tomorrow I’ll get you a coffee everyday.”  

A/N: This took me forever. I need to get back in the swing of things in writing for Seventeen. 

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So Good~ Woozi (Jihoon)

Day 2 of Kinkmas: Overstilmization 

Paring: Sub! Woozi X Reader

Warning: Strap on, painslut woozi lmao

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He had been teasing you all day, from his hands landing on your waist as he passed behind you rubbing his cock against your ass, as his breath fanned on your skin. To even falling into your lap, the view of his ass over your lap driving you insane as you smacked it leading to his laughter as he pecked a kiss against your lips, then he left you. You knew what game he was playing, you knew the moment he mumbled the words ‘make me’, when you told him to knock it off when he sat on your lap in nothing but a sweater and was moving his hips against your thigh.

You couldn’t help yourself.

You couldn’t help the smirk on your face at the sobbing man that is now below you, his legs tightly wrapped around your waist as his hands scratched at your arms. Your hips stilled as you watch his hips slowly jolt upward against your strap on and into the buzzing wand vibrator against his red tip. His eyes twisted closed as his dick twitched, again as a glop of cum oozed out of him. His hips twitched as his hands wrapped tightly around your wrist as he looks up at you tears his eyes as you started to thrust into him again.Slow deep thrust as you hear him let out a small yelp, his voice rough as he shook his head, arms leaving yours as he clawed at the sheets of the bed, his body spazzing, twisting away from you as you giggled at him.

“What? Can’t handle it? Hum thought you said I couldn’t do this?Thought I couldn’t ruin you?” You teased him, taking a deep breath in as you pulled your strap almost all the way out, dropping the wand, watching it roll off of his stomach as you looked down. There a black strap hanging onto a silicone ribbed cock covered in lube watching the tip of it somehow sliding back into his pink hole. Making you laugh as you slapped his thigh making him flinch.

“No-not ruined.” His words had you laughing as you slammed right back into him,hands on his knees as you let out a yelp. Eyes wide as you mouth stayed parted as you started to move again his soft cock jumping against his stomach as you stopped, adjusted his hips so they were lifted off of the bed. Your hands grabbing his forearms as you slightly lifted him completely off of the bed. A scream passing his lips as you slammed into him. Again.Again.

“Not ruined huh?”

“N-no-”

“Huh?What was that?’ You snapped your hips slamming, the sound of the lub sticky skin of your thighs hitting his ass had his head lulling back. “Cumming again? Hmm?” You teased making him whine.

“Fu-fuck. Hurts.” You chuckle as you stop watching his cock shift as he drops back onto the bed, his body shaking as he let out a deep breath. “Wait dont stop.”

“Baby I think I’ve proven my po-”

“Don’t want to walk tomorrow..don’t stop please want my cock to ache. Want to feel empty.”  He begged, making you huff as you giggle and flip him onto his stomach. Slamming back into him, making him let out a grun, as his eyes rolled back, drool slipping from his mouth as he let out a loud yes. “Love you love you so much.” He let out in breath as you saw his body tense, his legs tightening as he let out a scream. Hands clawing at the bed once again as you let out a deep breath.

“Love you too baby, doing so good, want to cum again..one more time for me, make it to six? Think you even have anything left?” Your question had him humming as he nodded, though the way his cock twitched had you smirking, as he let out a loud moan back arching as he let out a silent scream. “Did so good baby, so good.”

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Hi! For the Diego and Lila prompt thing, I was thinking about 44, 46 or 50, whichever inspires you the most ❤️

I know I’ll end up doing all of them but the first one I got an idea for was 44. Thanks so much for the prompt! I’m so glad I’m not on my own in my love for these two idiots!

Read “A Moving Gesture” over on AO3 or below the cut.

Prompt: “You’ve always felt like home.”

No Warnings.

Diego pours syrup over his waffles and bacon strips and looks up to watch Lila push something around in her frying pan with a spatula, while he idly uses his fork to tear off a bit of his waffle and pop it in his mouth.

They both have a day off work and whenever that happens they try and spend a lazy morning together before going off to deal with their respective errands. They couldn't agree on breakfast, as Diego wanted waffles and Lila wanted a full English so they've each made their own.

While he chews he takes the time to let his gaze roam over Lila's body. It's fine, she tells him she likes it, so he feels like they both get something out of his inability to keep his eyes off her.

She's wearing nothing but underwear and one of his white undershirts, which she's tied a knot in the front of. Diego is currently following the line of her leg up to the swell of her butt, admiring how her dark skin accentuates the tone of her slender muscles and he thinks if he licked a strip up her thigh, her skin would probably taste sweeter than his waffles.

That's weird.

He's glad he didn't say that out loud.

Diego doesn't always know how to put into words how absolutely insane Lila drives him, but he hopes she knows and he tries as best he can to show her.

“Get your head out of the gutter, Knife Boy” Lila says sharply, and Diego looks up to see that she's spotted him staring.

He can't come up with a quick response, so he lets a lazy smile break out on his face, one he knows she can't resist, and quirks his eyebrow a little suggestively.

True to form, Lila rolls her eyes, but lifts the heavy cast iron pan up from the burner, saunters over to him while she holds the pan out and away from her in an impressively strong grip, and stops in front of him to plant a solid kiss on his lips.

When she pulls away, Diego watches her lick the syrup off her lips and the images that evokes shoot straight to his groin. Lila smirks at him, knowing full well the effect she's had and somehow Diego feels like he's lost a game he didn't know he was playing. He doesn't actually care as long as it involves making out with his super hot girlfriend.

Lila uses her spatula to push the fried eggs, mushrooms, and tomatoes, as well as some gunk she calls black pudding on to a plate that already has beans and toast on it, and sits down in her chair after leaving the pan on the stove, which she's turned off with a twist of the dial.

Before she starts tucking into her food, Lila lifts her legs and pops her feet on Diego's lap and while they eat in comfortable silence, he uses his free hand to massage the sole of one foot at a time.

Diego has finished his breakfast and is using both his thumbs to push into the bottom of Lila's foot, making her twitch a little on occasion but he can also tell that her posture is steadily relaxing, when she asks him, “So what're you getting up to today, then?”

“Was gonna head over to the mansion. Luther wants some help fixing up one of dad's old cars and I think Allison told him it would be a good opportunity for the two of us to bond. We've been doing just fine, I don't know why we need organized play-dates...” Diego says, laughing a little sheepishly.

“Don't tell me you won't enjoy getting all greasy and tinkering with heavy machinery!” Lila chuckles and kicks him very lightly in the chest, causing a slapping sound to reverberate around the kitchen when the sole of her foot hits his naked torso.

Diego grabs her foot and holds on tight, as he's pretty certain she's about to do it again from the way she smirked at the silly sound.

He ignores her antics and goes on, “Was gonna swing by the post office as well and get my mail from the PO box...”

Diego had set up a PO box after his third move in six months when he was nineteen and it had served him well through the years. He'd even held on to it after living at the gym for a few years, because with the anger he drew from Al if he had to take a call for him, Diego never wanted to imagine how the old man would respond if he had to take in his mail as well.

“I was thinking about that, actually...” he begins a little uncertainly and he isn't sure whether Lila is properly listening, as she is concentrating on cleaning up her plate with her last bits of toast.

He squeezes her foot meaningfully to get her attention and when she looks at him, he swallows a little nervously and goes on, “... I was thinking... uh, maybe I could start putting this address down...”

He's not quite certain he's brought his point across, at first, but the way Lila's eyes go wide and then narrow, makes him think that probably he has and there's a sinking feeling in his gut at her reaction.

“You want to use my address for you mail?” she asks harshly, and Diego tries to interject, to explain himself better, but she goes on, “ 'cause you're tired of having to collect it at your PO box?”

“That's not... no, fuck... why does everything have to be a confrontation with you?” Diego tries not to be exasperated but this is not how he wanted this conversation to go.

“Oh please,” Lila scoffs, “You threw a hissy fit last night because I chucked out the tooth paste before properly squeezing out the absolute dregs out of the tube.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, but Diego notices that she's not pulled her feet off his lap, so he thinks this situation might still be salvageable. “I just don't like being wasteful,” he says in a small voice with a half shrug.

Lila pulls one of her feet out of his grip again and puts the sole against the side of his stomach, the way she might her hand if she were closer and wanted to reassure him.

“You know, for a man who has seen his fair share of apocalypses, you seem oddly hung up on the small stuff...” She gets up and takes their plates over to the sink.

While she rinses them under the tap Diego sighs heavily, “It's not just my mail. I was thinking I could pay rent here, bring my stuff over... you know... move in... officially...”

Lila shuts off the water, puts the dishes on the draining rack, dries her hands on the dish towel, and turns around to lean on the counter. “Why?” she asks bluntly.

“Huh?” Diego says dumbly, a little surprised at her question.

“Why do you want to move in here? We talked about this when I first got the place. I like my independence but you're always welcome here, you know that. Why do you need to live here 'officially'?” she even does air-quotes on the last words.

Diego feels crestfallen. Not only does Lila not want him to move in, which was always a possibility, he knew when he started thinking about it, though he's more disappointed than he expected, but on top of that it seems like he really hasn't been able to convey to her how much she means to him, how much he needs her.

Sure, they tell each other they love each other, but maybe that's not always enough.

He starts rubbing his hands together. He wants to explain himself, but before he even opens his mouth he can feel the words slipping from his mind, he knows for certain that his tongue won't co-operate, so he stares down at his hands a little miserably instead.

But Lila must work out what's going on, because she walks over to him, strokes her hand through his hair and then unceremoniously plops down in his lap. While he reaches out to grab her waist and thigh, to make sure she won't slip off, she says none to gently, “Come on, spit it out!”

Diego huffs a laugh at the way the harsh and insensitive words contradict her gentle gesture. He takes a deep breath to settle his nerves, tries to work out what he wants to say, arranges the words in his head and says, “Whe-hen I left the mansion when I was s-s-seventeen, I didn't think I'd ever find a home again, let alone want one,” he's struggling to control his breathing, ironic as he doesn't need it to survive, but he does need it to talk properly, so he takes another deep breath, “but with you that's changed! You've always felt like home to me, Lila, and I just don't understand why we can't build one together!”

He looks her in the eyes and is trying to read what she's thinking but he's finding it hard to tell.

Then she leans in and kisses him on the temple and when she pulls back there's a little smile on her lips that has his heart stutter in his chest and she says, “Good answer! I'll call the landlady tomorrow about the rental agreement, I need to talk to her anyway about the light fitting in the bathr-mmmmmhhh”

Diego cuts her off by kissing her deeply. Right now he couldn't give two shits about the light fitting in the bathroom, but he's already looking forward to that being another one of their shared problems.