#i think I'd die of embarrassment if i actually fell for him..

[silverselfshippingchaos]

gamers... we've got a problem. and by 'we', I mean 'me'

[clrasecretdiary]

omggg ive really wanted to see a fluff fic where the BAU go ice skating as like a team building thing or whatever and Spencer keeps slipping and falling and holding on to the reader its so cute HISJHFSJKD

I'd pick you up and we'd go back in time | Spencer Reid x fem! Reader

just fluff!!

warnings: none

word count: 716 words

a/n: Heey! Just finished this one, it's my first ask (tysm btw!! <3). Hope you guys like it and hope i did justice to what you were imagining for the fic!!

It's the end of December and, surprisingly, you and the team are officially off duty until the next year. You guys decided to go out and have some fun, settling on the idea to go ice skating and then to dinner.

 Much to the dismay of Spencer, which besides being an academic genius, did not have any talent when it came to sports. If it wasn't for the scientific evidence, he would pretty much argue that he was born without the ability to balance himself, so any activity that demanded that skill was his worst nightmare.

"C'mon, spence, I can convince the team to go to your favorite restaurant after!" You said to Spencer over the phone, after he said that he was not going. 

"I don't know… you know I hate sports, I'll probably just fall and annoy you guys" 

"I'll teach you, and you know you won't annoy us. Also, we really miss you." You say, in reality wanting to say "I miss you" but scared that Spencer might pick up on your hidden feelings. 

He reluctantly agreed to go, but he was super nervous about it, scared that he would embarrass himself in front of his friends, or more importantly, in front of you. 

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It now was the day you and the team had agreed on going ice skating, you put on your cute winter clothes and head out to the rink.

" Hey everyone, missed you guys so much!!" You say, getting close to the group that was standing at the entrance and greeting them all 

"Hi honey, you look stunning" Garcia says pulling you to a hug

"Thank you pen" You say, smiling to her. "Hey spence, i did not actually believe you we're going to come here!" 

"Yeah, me either. But I decided to do some exposure therapy, actually did you guys know that it was idealized by Ivan Pavlov in the late 1800s as part of is conditioning experiments?" - Spencer says, doing his usual rambling that you found extremely adorable. 

"Alright pretty boy, enough lectures, let's get in the rink" Derek says, making the team laugh. 

Upon entering the place, you happily notice that besides you and the team, it was pretty much empty, giving you guys a chance to have fun without worrying about others. You guys all get your skates, and put them on. As soon as you guys step on the ice, you felt a hand holding your arm, you look over and see spencer that looked as if his life was in danger. 

"It's fine spence, try standing up right and walking a bit, I'll be here to hold you so you don't fall down" 

"Alright then, if I die, please make sure my books don't get mold" He says, trying to take a few steps, surprisingly he did not immediately fall down, which gave him a bit of confidence to try and actually skate, also wanting to look tough for you. "I think you don't need to hold me anymore, y/n" 

"You sure Spence? Alright then" You let go of his arm and take a few steps back, still keeping a close eye on him. 

Spencer was able to skate for a bit, but somehow he managed to stumble on his own feet, luckily since you were still close he tried to hold onto your arm, not so luckily, since you did not expect that, you both feel onto the ice. The whole team looked over to you guys, as you stood up and helped spencer to also get up. 

You both we're blushing as the team laughed at you guys

 "hey Reid, at least you fell onto a pretty girl, could be worse" Morgan said, tapping spencer's shoulder and laughing. 

That made you guys blush even harder. 

"Hey spence, you ok? " You say, feeling a bit guilty for making him do this 

"It's fine y/n, falling is part of the fun I guess" He said, not sure he meant it but happy that he got to spend time with you outside the office. 

You spent the next hour teaching Spencer, and honestly you could not be happier, he looked adorable. It was one of the best evenings you had in a long time, and it just made your silly workplace crush worse. You also paid for his favorite desert at the restaurant to thank him for giving it a chance.

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

The Cracking of a Cold Heart

Summary: "Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and oftentimes we call a man cold when he is only sad." – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Pairings: Dean x Reader (Reader's 1st person POV)

Warnings: None. Angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 2,804

A/N: So, while watching an episode of Criminal Minds the other day, the above quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was at the opening of the episode and it just struck me as very Dean. 😢 So, I had to write him something. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

“You're still awake?”

I asked the obvious question as I walked into the kitchen to see Dean sitting at the table, slowly swirling amber liquid inside a crystal glass.

He nodded. “Yep. You too.” 

“Yeah, I just came to get some water; it's so dry in this bunker, don't you think?”

Dean just grunted. 

“Maybe we could add some humidifiers, or something.” I said awkwardly.

A shrug was my only answer.

Dean's rough, coldness still made me nervous around him sometimes, especially when he was in an overly grumpy or frosty mood like this. Even though we'd been working together for a year and roommates for at least half that time, I always felt like I just annoyed the hell out of him.

I decided I should just go and leave him alone with his whiskey. I poured my glass of water quickly and nodded towards him as I left.

“K, goodnight.”

“Yeah, night.”

I went back to my bedroom, just down the hall from Dean's, and sighed as I walked through the door. I really wanted things to be different. I wanted to make him like me.

Actually, what I really wanted was to make him love me.

But I'd settle for getting more than grunts and one word answers from him most of the time. 

He’d always been gruff with me, never seemed to want me around. It was always Sam that let me know about hunts and invited me along. And every time I joined them, Sam had to fight his brother to let me leave the car when they got out to fight the bad guys.

He clearly thought I was a shitty hunter too. 

So, he'd surprised me with how quickly he'd agreed to let me stay at the bunker when I told the boys about a demon I was dealing with that seemed particularly fixated on me. Sam convinced me it was safest there and Dean had agreed, though he was scowling the whole time. I couldn't help but think he only let me stay cause he didn't want me to die.

Not wanting me to die wasn't exactly friendship, but I supposed it was better than not caring one way or the other. So, I'd agreed to move in. The demon had been taken care of quickly with the boys help, but I stayed on.

I liked it there, and despite Dean's usual attitude towards me, I was happy in the bunker. Sam and Dean were funny and their dark, sarcastic humor, especially Dean's, often made me laugh in situations that would otherwise demand only horror.

It was also the safest I'd ever felt. 

Because no matter how he felt about me, I knew beyond a doubt that Dean would always have my back and look out for me. That was just the kinda guy he was.

If only I could actually make him want me around.

An idea dawned on me as I climbed back into bed. Maybe that was why Dean wasn't warming up to me. Maybe he felt like I was overstaying my welcome there. It made sense; they'd invited me to stay while I was in danger, and then I just never left.

I was embarrassed that I hadn’t thought of it earlier. I would talk to the boys in the morning, I decided, and then fell into a restless sleep, thinking about where I'd end up when I left.

The next morning I walked into the kitchen to see Dean sitting at the table in the exact same spot as the night before, his whiskey replaced with a cup of coffee. 

“Morning.” I said shyly.

“Mmm.” Dean said around his cup as he took a sip. 

I started to get things together to make my breakfast, looking over my shoulder. “I'm making oatmeal, did you want some?”

Dean shook his head. “N’ah. M’good.” He mumbled in his deep, craggy voice, staring at the table. 

“Okay.” I said, sighing at his usual taciturn answer.

I put the water on to boil, salting it slightly, and then turned back to him just as he stood up and walked towards me. He drained his cup along the way and then reached past me to put it in the sink.

I made the mistake of taking a deep breath as he leaned close and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. God, why did he always have to smell so good? Why did he have to radiate warmth from his big, broad, flannel-covered chest, so that I desperately wanted to cuddle into him. 

Completely unaffected, Dean turned to leave, but I put my hand out, touching his arm to stop him from going. I could feel an almost imperceptible flinch from him and I pulled my hand back, embarrassed that he was literally recoiling from my touch.

“Sorry.” I said as my cheeks got pink. “I was wanting to talk to you and Sam. Do you know when-” 

Just then we could hear the screech of the bunker door as Sam returned from his morning run.

“Perfect timing.” I said with an awkward chuckle.

I left the kitchen, glad that Dean followed so I could talk to them both at once. We met Sam at the bottom of the stairs. He pulled out his ear bud, still breathing deeply. 

“Hey.” He said with a small smile. He looked back and forth between me and Dean. “What's up?”

“Oh nothing, really.” I said, waving away the conversation's importance. “I just wanted to talk to you guys. I've…well, I was thinking about it and I realized, I mean now that there's no demon tracking me, no one threatening me, I should probably move out. You know?”

Sam scowled and shook his head. “We're hunters, we're always under threat. This is still the safest place for you. Why would you leave?”

I shrugged. “Well, I mean, I've been here a long time.” Sam scoffed at that, but I continued. “And I don't wanna…you know. I just think I should get out of your hair.”

“Don't be stupid. You're not in our hair. You should stay. Right, Dean?” He asked his older brother.

I looked back at Dean and he didn't say anything for a moment, just stared at the ground. Then he shrugged and looked up. His face was the same cold, indifferent mask I'd seen him wear so many times before. 

“If she wants to go, can't stop her.”

I smiled thinly, a small pinch of hurt starting in my chest. 

“Yep,” I said in a cheerful tone. “Can't stop me.”

Sam started to speak, but I waved him away. “No. Seriously, I should get my own place. But I really appreciate you guys letting me crash here for so long.”

I stood on tiptoe to give Sam a kiss on the cheek and then tossed Dean a smile which was all I could manage before taking off, heading back to my bedroom so I could start looking for a new place to live.

About an hour later, as I was on my computer looking at apartments, there was a light knock on my door.

“Come in!” I called, expecting Sam's tall frame to walk through. Instead the door swung open and Dean was there. 

I was shocked and I set my laptop down beside me on the bed, sitting up straight. Not once in the six months I'd lived there, had Dean knocked on my door; nor had he ever sought me out for anything.

“Hi.” I said lamely.

He nodded at me as he walked slowly into the room. 

We were quiet for a moment before I cleared my throat. “Do you need something?”

Dean pushed out his lips and shoved his hands in his pockets, shrugging his broad shoulders.

“I, uh…I wanted to…Sam said that he thought you were…” He rolled up onto the balls of his feet a couple of times as he paused.

I raised a quizzical eyebrow and Dean scowled, pulling his hands out of his pockets so he could cross his arms over his chest. The flannel pulled tight across his shoulders and biceps, thoroughly distracting me. 

But then he spoke roughly and brought my attention back to him.

“Sammy thinks you're just leaving cause of me, so I need you to tell him it's not true.”

I wasn't surprised that Sam had read me so well, he wasn't easily fooled and I often thought he might know about my unrequited feelings for Dean. 

But I shook my head. “No, of course not. It's not you. It's just time.”

Dean nodded and looked away. “K well, tell my dipshit little brother that will you, so he gets off my back?”

He sounded angry and for some reason his anger annoyed me. I was moving out, leaving, just so that he’d be happy, and he still wasn’t. 

“Sure.” I attempted a teasing tone, but it didn’t really work. “I'll get right on it. Right after I find a new place to live.”

Dean scowled at me again, but this time I scowled back. 

Something seemed to occur to Dean and though his voice was rough, he sounded slightly shocked when he spoke. “You are leaving because of me. Why?”

I rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck like that. “Oh, I don't know Dean. I can't imagine why I'd think you don't want me around when you're always so warm and welcoming. Always so eager to chat and hangout. I must just be crazy!”

Dean's frown etched deeper on his brow. “So you're leaving cause I'm not acting like your bestie? I'm not friendly enough for you?”

“I’m leaving because you hate me and obviously don’t want me around!” I shouted.

Silence rang out and my embarrassment filled it. I stood up from my bed and brushed past him, calling back to him as I left.

“Look, don't worry about it. I'll tell Sam it's not your fault so he leaves you alone.”

I left quickly, but I wasn't sure where to go. I couldn't stay in my bedroom with Dean there, but I didn't want to run into Sam either. So I ended up hiding in the gym, hoping neither of them would find me there.

But that plan didn't work very well, since minutes later Dean strode through the door. I growled slightly in frustration. All I wanted was to avoid further confrontation about this.

My voice was quiet, trying to discourage any more conversation. “Look, let's just leave it alone, okay? It's fine.”

“No it's not.” Dean responded.

I let out a little huff. “I’ll be gone in a few days, and everything can just go back to normal for you guys.”

Dean stared at me. “No it won’t. I don't want you to go.”

I scoffed and stood up from the bench. “Dean, enough. I told you it's fine. I'll make sure Sam doesn't blame you.”

I walked towards the door, aware I was going to have to get past him to leave. I gave him a wide berth but he sidestepped to intercept me. 

“I don't want you to go.” He repeated quietly.

“Yeah, okay.” I said sarcastically. “If you say-” 

In a blink Dean grabbed hold of my upper arms and yanked me forward so that I stumbled into him, gasping. His mouth crashed down on mine and I squealed in surprise.

He kissed me hard and quick, stroking up into the roof of my mouth with his wide tongue and then ripping himself away from me.

He was breathing hard as he stared down at me and spoke in a rough whisper. 

“I don't want you to go.”

I just blinked at him, confusion overwhelming me. “What…what are you…what?”

“I don't want you to go.” He repeated for the fourth time. “But you should go. You should run long and far and never look back.” His voice sounded desperate.

I was so confused. “What are you talking about?”

He cupped my cheeks and kissed me again slowly, sweetly. I started to comprehend what was actually going on and I felt like my mind was going to explode. He left me reeling, my whole world turning upside down in disbelief as he pulled away from my lips to bury his face in my neck and kiss his words into my skin. 

“God, Sweetheart, all I dream about is you; you're all I see when I close my eyes. But you can't stay; you can't love me back.”

I listened to his words as I dropped my head back so he had better access to all the sensitive spots on my neck.

“…you can't love me back…”

My voice was breathless and bemused as I spoke. “But you don’t love me…you can't love me…you don't even like me.”

Dean pulled back to look me in the eye and I was shocked to see that his eyes were slightly glassy. I shook my head again, though I didn't know why I was trying so hard to deny his words when they were what I'd wanted to hear for so long. 

But I continued. “No, it’s not possible.” I said. “You don't like me. You're always angry at me, cold and distant. You think I'm a shitty hunter; I'm a burden and liability to have with you on cases.” 

I was shaking my head. “You leave me in the car!”

Dean closed his eyes and spoke quietly. “I leave you in the car because when you're with us I'm completely distracted trying to make sure nothing happens to you; I can't  do my job properly. And I'm cold and distant with you because…”

He opened his eyes slowly. “Because I know I can't have you.”

For the first time since I'd known him, I could easily read the emotion swirling in his deep, forest green eyes. And what I saw was just immense sadness.

He shook his head. “I can't have you.”

“What do you mean, you ‘can’t have me’? Says who?” I asked croakily, my throat constricted.

His jaw clenched and he looked away from me, over my shoulder. “Every single person that's been ripped out of my life since I was four years old. And the list is long, so very long. They're all telling me over and over that loving you is a selfish, impossible daydream. They're screaming at me from the grave, reminding me that trying to hold on to you is going to get you killed.” 

He was staring past me as though he could actually see the ghosts that haunted him, could hear their words of warning.

“You know,” I said with a sniffle as my eyes and nose started watering, “I think that might be the most you've ever said to me at one time.”

Dean let out a puff of air that wasn't quite a laugh, and he shook his head again. “I don't want you to go, but you should go.”

I swallowed several times, the tears still flowing as I realized that all of this was really happening. 

He loved me. Truly. 

Finally I dashed away my tears and sniffled again. “Not a chance, Dean Winchester. You say you love me? Well, great, cause I love you too.” 

He pulled in a stuttered breath and I could see the fear in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak again and I took the chance to steal a kiss, pressing close to him and winding my arms around his neck. 

He let out what I hoped was a groan of capitulation and wrapped his arms around my ribs, squeezing me to him tightly and deepening the kiss. His tongue swept through my mouth, exploring every inch, pulling soft moans from the back of my throat as I raked my nails through his hair and he shuddered against me.

After kissing me senseless for several minutes, he broke it off so we could both suck air into our starving lungs. He rested his forehead against mine and I could still hear the sadness in his voice and it made my heart ache. 

“If you stay here with me, you can’t ever leave. Okay? Promise me if you stay, if we love each other out loud, promise me it'll be okay. That I won’t have to live without you, that you’ll always be safe.”

He touched my lips briefly with his, and then spoke against them, whispering. “I couldn’t take it. So promise. Even if it's a lie. Promise me anyway.”

“I promise.” I told him with my whole heart, and sealed it with a kiss.

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[howlingday]

hey, remember my accidental villain jaune au? the one where he was a shonen anime villain and pyrrha was the hero but jaune had no idea what was going on actually? I'm curious what a scene of that would look like written by you. would you mind giving us a taste?

Hm... I guess I can give it a shot. Show you how I'd make this series if I thought of it.

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"So, uh, what's your name?"

"My name?" He chuckled. "What is a name when the deed is more worth remembering?" Jaune had practiced this line time and time again. His weeks in drama club, acting classes, and practicing in front of the mirror made certain his performance was perfect. Maybe if this girl was really impressed, she'd want to hang out with him more.

"Uh, yeah, I guess?" She giggled. "So you want to be remembered as Vomit Boy for the rest of the school-year?"

ABORT! ABORT! ABORT! THE MISSION HAS FAILED! NEW MISSION OBJECTIVE: DON'T CRY IN FRONT OF THE COOL GIRL!

"Ah... No..." Jaune felt his body go rigid. His face must've been beet-red from this embarrassment. "Uh, my name is Jaune. Jaune Arc." He lifted his shaking fingers and shifted them into shaking finger-guns. "Sh-Short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The- The ladies l-love it~!"

She snorted. "Do they really?"

"Uh... They do. Or, they will..." Jaune could just die.

"Well, I'm Ruby. Ruby Rose." She raised her fingers into less shaky finger-guns. "And I'm also a Shadow Masque fan~!"

"Oh, that's good..."

"What were you trying to accomplish by doing that, anyways?"

"I was... trying to look in front of you."

"Aw... You don't have to do that." Ruby put a hand on his shoulder.

"I don't?" Jaune replied, hope brewing in his eyes.

"You already threw up on my sister's shoe. There's no coming back from that." Jaune slumped forward, exhausted. As he did, a thin slab of metal wobbled from his side. "Hey, what's that?"

"What's what?" Jaune looked up, noticing Ruby eyeing his weapon. "Oh! This is my sword." He clicked it open, extending the sides into a kite shield. "Oh, and uh, shield, too."

"Wow..." Ruby gazed in awe. "It's so retro!"

"Yeah, I borrowed it from my-" Jaune blinked. "Ret- Retro?"

"Yeah, you don't see a lot of classic weapons these days."

"W-Well, it's not that retro!" Jaune clicked his shield, compacting it into a sheath. "See?! It's easier to carry now!"

"But wouldn't it still be just as heavy?"

"Y... Yeah..." She giggled. "Well, what makes your weapon so state-of-the-art?"

"Well, I wouldn't call her state-of-the-art, but..." Ruby whipped out her weapon, as Jaune watched helplessly as it mecha-shifted into a massive scythe almost twice his size! "...Crescent Rose gets the job done~."

Jaune fell to his knees. He was going to throw up. He was going to throw up right here, in front of this younger student with the cooler weapon than he could have ever dreamed of. He could honestly cry if not for one thing he still had on his side... IMPROV!

He chuckled. "An impressive class of weapon, Miss Rose~." She blushed. "I look forward to seeing her in action." He leaned in close. "And yourself, too~."

"Oh, stop~!" She squirmed at the compliment. There was an announcement on the PA system. She shook her thoughts clear. "Uh, we should probably make our way to the auditorium, right?"

"Yeah, we should." Jaune dropped the act, regaining his composure. "Uh, lead the way!"

"I thought you were leading the way?" Ruby asked. The two stared at one another before they both slumped with a sigh. "Let's find a map."

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"Why, hello there, my dears~."

"Huh?"

"Hello~!"

"I couldn't help but overhear you two talking about forming a team." Jaune smiled a devilish smile. "May I perhaps join you in this endeavor?"

"The only endeavor is listening to you talk." The young woman in white muttered under her breath.

"Well, I think I'd rather just let fate decide who's on what team." The young woman in bronze answered.

"You mean the same fate that brought me to you?" He gave a bow, his hand crossing over her chest as he dipped low, not looking up once. "Jaune Arc, future huntsman."

"My, aren't you confident?"

"Too confident." Weiss huffed. "Jaune, is it?"

"It is." He looked up, offering his hand to her, palm up. "And you are~?"

"Annoyed, actually." She said with flared nostrils. "But if you must know my name, it's Weiss Schnee." She gestured to her friend. "And do you know her name?"

"No, but I would like to~." The unknown girl giggled at his words, while Weiss only got angrier.

"Oh, stop~!"

"Yes, please, stop! This is Pyrrha Nikos!"

"A pleasure, Miss Nikos."

"Please, call me Pyrrha!"

"I'm sorry, I don't think you heard me." Weiss retracted. "This is THE Pyrrha Nikos!"

"The one and only, of course." Jaune kept laying on the charm, making her blush. It quickly stopped when Weiss grabbed his nose and tugged it down. "OW!"

"Pyrrha Nikos! Regional Champion of Mistral! Top graduate of Sanctum! THAT Pyrrha Nikos!"

Jaune stepped back, rubbing his nose. "Uh... Sorry. None of that rings a bell. Should I know you?"

"Have you been living under a rock?!" Weiss nearly screeched. "She's on the face of Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes!" Jaune gasped, and Weiss let out a sigh of exasperation. "Finally..."

"Oh, that was you! I thought you looked familiar!" Jaune lifted his chest-plate to reveal the bunny hoodie beneath. "I ate, like, fifty boxes to get this thing!"

"Oh, I... bet they were scrumptious..."

"Not really." Jaune admitted, bringing his armor down. "They tasted like cardboard to be honest."

"Yeah, they did..." Pyrrha reminisced on less happy days.

"Well, Pyrrha," Jaune offered his hand to her, "I'd be more than happy to see a woman of your skill on my team."

"How about a demonstration?" Weiss asked, looking to Weiss. She nodded to Jaune, and the celebrity sighed.

"I'm really sorry about this." Pyrrha said as she stood up.

"Sorry about WHOA!" Jaune was now pinned to the wall of the locker-room, held aloft by Pyrrha's spear. She reached up and yanked it out, apologizing as she passed.

"So, this is Dork Masque, huh?" A girl asked as she passed by, Ruby close behind.

"Don't be mean, Yang!" She looked back to Jaune. "Uh, see you later, Jaune."

He sighed. "Yeah... See ya."

He stood up and brushed himself off. Reaching behind him, he felt the hole in the hood of his one victory in life. He took a deep breath and shuffled to the exit as he sighed. Hopefully there won't be worse understanding like this. Thinking back on it, though, this dark persona he'd fashioned from Dark Masque seemed to be working. Maybe he could play around with it for just a little bit longer. He'd have to come up with a cooler name, though. Something like...

DARK ARC

...except, y'know, less lame.

[cjlouwho]

a prompt: don't really care what, but I loved your little Husbands fic you did and I'd love more husband stuff with tommy and buck!

Okay, I adored writing this. I hope you don't mind I added "dads" into the equation too!

(ao3 link if you'd rather read there)

Old Man

“How about this one?”

Buck turned around to see Tommy holding a bright blue cane. He was hunched over, a hand on his back, as he shuffled himself forward using the cane for support.

Buck rolled his eyes. “Oh my God!” he exclaimed. “You're not an old man, Tommy.”

“That's not what that kid said the other day.”

“'That kid' is our kid, Tom.”

“Well, when he's calling me an old man he's that kid. What four year old calls his dad an old man? Where'd he even learn that from?”

“I don't know, maybe from the father that called the man in the restaurant the same thing not even two weeks ago, in front of said child?” Buck stared at Tommy pointedly.

“Okay, but that was an actual old man and he kept being rude to the waitress.”

“Doesn't mean you had to turn to RJ and tell him that he was a grumpy old fart man that deserved laser beams fired at his toupee.”

“You're gonna remember that forever, aren't you?”

Buck sighed. “Can I get back to finding RJ's favorite toothpaste now? Is the crisis over?”

“No, it's not over, Evan. It's not over because I'm forty-six and I have a son who thinks I'm eighty!”

“If it makes you feel any better, he- he thought I was half golden retriever last week.”

“How would that make me feel better? You are half golden retriever.”

Buck picked up a tube of toothpaste that was nearest him. “I will throw this at you.”

“And risk injuring the elderly?”

Buck tossed it toward him, hitting his chest before it fell to the ground. Tommy just looked down at it. “You know I'll never be able to reach down that far to pick it up. Not with my sciatica.”

“Tommy, I swear to God.”

“Okay, okay,” Tommy surrendered, reaching down to pick up the tube. “I still think the comment was undeserved.”

“You grunted as you got up out of your recliner to go get your reading glasses, Tommy. Think about it.”

A beat of silence, then, “Oh my God. Oh my God, Evan, I'm old!”

Buck's head fell forward, eyes closing as he tried to calm himself. “This is how I die, isn't it? I- I've survived the unsurvivable, but this is what's gonna take me out.”

“I like to sit out on the front porch every evening and watch cars go by.”

“They'll put it on my tombstone, 'Lightning couldn't get him, but his husband did.'”

“The last time I bought socks, I got the ones that go higher on the calf. They're just more comfortable, Evan!”

“Maybe if I tug hard enough, this whole shelf will topple on me and I'll get a week's coma out of it.”

“The other day at work, I used the word 'ruckus' in a sentence! Ruckus!”

“Tommy!”

“Evan!”

Buck sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I need you to calm down, please. Do the breathing thing we taught RJ, or I will leave you on this aisle, so help me.”

Tommy closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath through his nose, breathing out through his mouth. “Smell the rose, blow out the candle.” That's what they'd taught RJ after a set of particularly embarrassing, public temper tantrums that started not long after he turned three. “Fine,” Tommy said after a couple breaths, “I'm fine.”

“Praise be.” Buck started to turn and resume his search for the “bubblegum toofpaste but not da white one” when Tommy stopped him again.

“Hey.” He used the cane as an extension of his hand, lifting it to Buck's waist to pull him closer. Buck groaned, but moved toward him. “Will you still love me when I'm actually old?”

He already knows the answer. Of course he knows. They still ask the question all the time, “Will you still love me when...?” simply because it's nice to hear the answer.

“I think that was the whole point of this,” Buck said, raising his hand to show Tommy the ring on his finger. “Did you forget your vows, old man? Sickness and health. The whole death thing? I'm here for the long haul.”

“Promise?”

Buck gave the three finger salute. “Scouts honor,” he said, then added, “plus I heard divorces are expensive.”

“Aye!” Tommy yelped, using the cane to swat at Buck's ass as he turned back to the toothpaste.

Buck squatted down to search the bottom row of the aisle as Tommy put the cane back. “Oh, here you go,” he said once Tommy had returned, tossing him a box that he actually caught this time.

Polident.

Buck smiled brightly at him. “For your dentures.”

[bluepandastarfish]

The Ghost Of Castle Dimitrescu Chapter 2

Lady Dimitrescu X Ghost!Fem Reader

Warnings: violence, mention of violence, angst, sadness, kinda creepy mentioned behaviours

Tell me if I missed any warnings!

Chapter 1

Lady Dimitrescu masterlist

A/N: I'm embarrassed this took so long 🙈 thank you for waiting I do really enjoy writing this stuff. This chapter feels to short I'd be really happy to do more I JUST don't know where this story is going! If Anyone has any ideas on where to take this please leave in comments or send an ask I need help I'm incapable :')

ENJOY!

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A chill ran through you as you woke up in your bed again. 

Your nightgown not yet stained with blood and your figure not yet malnourished or sickly. 

A knock is heard on your bedroom door, just as it is every time. Just as it was the first time. 

You stand from your bed, forced to walk the same steps you had that night. You open the door to a man you can't quite see the face of- almost as if it has been blurred out. He shouts intangible words at you, he pushes you back and away from the door. 

You do not fight back as he shows you the pistol he had tucked into his dress pants (you think it strange that he was fully dressed in the middle of the night but perhaps you've misremembered it after living through it so many times). Hearing words screamed in your face that you can only make out as threats when he grips your arm and drags you out of the room with him. 

He does not slow when you accidentally hit your shoulder on the door frame, he does not slow when your dress is caught on the small table and is ripped around your ankles. But he stops when you reach the bottom of the main stairs- both of you stop when two shadows barge in through the dining room door. 

Once they had looked like men you knew, but now you struggled to remember them at all. Even as he raises his gun and shoots wildly at the shadow people and both fall to the ground with loud thuds you feel apathetic. It is only when you try to wrestle the gun from him that you feel a sense of dread. 

He does not give it easily but you hold onto it with all your might, echoing of your screams and cries around you even as you did not make any noise currently. Finally you can make out his words. 

“Do you wish to die with the bastards!” 

A firm slap to the face knocks sense from you and your grip on the gun loosens. The world becomes a void around you as you stumble back and make a noise that feels inhuman as a shot finally rings out. 

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Waking up after those ‘dreams’ is always very strange. Wherever you fell asleep- you then woke up, which you guess is normal. But you weren't normal anymore. 

You'd fallen asleep in the Lady's bed shortly after she had. While she was under the covers on the left side and facing inward, you laid opposite her to admire her bare face. Even without makeup she seemed gorgeous and you would've been jealous of her if you weren't struggling with your strange fascination. 

The interaction in the opera hall had been fun for you… but it hurt you in ways you didn't understand when she fell away from you in fear. Another part of you is almost proud that you had cracked the hard exterior- the mask she wore.

She was not in bed opposite you anymore but judging by how the duvet was still folded toward you and the pillow hadn't been fluffed she must have gotten out very recently. You sigh and shift over slightly, not noticing how the duvet actually shifts under you as you do, and blurry your face into her pillow to savor the smell of her faded perfume. If you were honest, the smell of it after she has worn it all day is much more pleasing than when she first applied it in the morning.  

You turn your head, now resting your cheek on her pillow, facing the closest wall and listening as you hear the telephone ring on the vanity on the opposite side of the room. A loud sigh sounded (and for a moment you nearly smiled at her obvious distaste for whoever was calling) before the phone was picked up and the ladys deep voice echoed pleasantly through your mind. 

“Yes?” Her tone was short, clearly wanting to be done with the conversation quickly- likely because she was anxious to get back to her girls who must've left earlier. “oh- Mother Miranda” you sneered at the suddenly cheery tone in her voice, a smile that could be heard in her speech vexed you as you lifted yourself into a seated position on her bed. 

You hadn't had the pleasure of meeting the woman who seemed to have enchanted *your* lady- but if you ever did you'd be sure to scare her enough that she'd never bother this family again. She always seemed to ask questionable things of Alcina, that or schedule dull meetings that lasted far too long for your liking. While Alcina seemed happy you could see that whatever… ‘relationship’ the two shared was nothing short of unhealthy. 

Alcina is quiet as Mother Miranda speaks on the other end of the telephone. “of course, I-” She is cut off again as mumbles can be hard through the phone in her hand. You decide now to sit up, albeit lazily, in order to gauge her reaction through the mirror. 

Alcina head was tilted slightly as she held the phone to her ear with a delicate grip, as if she was afraid she would break it. Her hair was messy and draped over her shoulders but only reached about halfway down her shoulder blades as she liked to keep it short enough for her signature hairstyle to be nearly and easily pinned into place everyday, judging by this unorganized appearance you'd been right in your guess that shed woken up not long ago. 

Her face was bare of makeup- although judging by the way she was absentmindedly setting up products infront of her as she listened to the phone, she planned on doing herself up soon enough. Most mornings she liked to be composed before any staff or lady's maid helped her dress (which is why she never bathed in the mornings), there was no need for anyone to see her without makeup on before she was ready. 

She seemed slightly annoyed by the fact that Mother Miranda was not letting her get a word in, evident by the fact she was nibbling on the inside of her lip (another habit of hers you noticed) and placing the products on her vanity slightly harsher than normal. Finally the woman on the other end seemed to stop talking and so Alcina let a small smile trail back onto her face. 

“Of course, it all sounds rather urgent. Are you sure you won't be needing an extra hand with these things? I am well equipped with-” her smile fell as she was interrupted again before she sighed quietly and nodded to herself. “yes- yes… my size would likely hinder your progress. Well in any case please do inform me if you need anything else. I'll have some maid delivered to you before midday” 

Her smile was sadder now or maybe just tired as she said a cheery sounding goodbye into the phone with another reminder that “should you need *anything* please contact me” before she placed the phone down slowly and switched her gaze to her own reflection in the mirror. She sighed and squinted angrily at herself before beginning to harshly apply layers of makeup to her face. 

You sneer at the way she roughly applies makeup to her skin, you were sure her grip on the brush would snap the thing in half soon enough. You grunt in a very unlady like manner and stand from the bed to approach her wardrobe. 

“I think you should go with the red dress today, gorgeous” you say aloud despite knowing the Lady couldn't hear you. “A change in outfit might cheer you up a bit, my dear. No point stewing in the same outfit everyday of your life.” you ruffle one of the dresses out the way as you phase your upper body through the wardrobe door to get a look at the one you want her to wear. Unfortunately you are unable to see nearly anything with the darkness that shrouded the small space inside the wardrobe- and so you pop back out of the door and turn to the Lady “Would you open the door for me, dear? I can't see a thing without the light of the room.” 

Of course she doesn't respond to you but only five minutes later, and as she had finished her makeup, a knock was on her door followed by Alcina short “Enter”. The lady's maid entered then and swiftly greeted Alcina before opening her wardrobe and flipping through dresses. You make your way to the vanity and sit on it, directly next to Alcina to whisper to her. 

“the red one is the best option, georgous” 

She turned to look at the maid rifling through the wardrobe and swallowed almost nervously before telling the woman quietly “I think we will go with the red dress today, Elizabeta”. The girl merely nodded and pulled out the dress in question to set it on the ladys bed. 

The Lady glanced around her then as if she was trying to see something that wasn't there and then announced quite quietly. “you may leave now, I don't require your service any further this morning.” the maid looked confused but seemed relieved at the same time as she left the room without question. Once the door had closed Alcina looked around the room once more and sighed “if… the ghost” she seemed irritated saying the word “is here, I ask that you either give me privacy to dress or you help.” 

Your eyes widen at her words, not having expected her to talk directly to you. After so long of not being spoken to it was sort of scary and it didn't help that The Lady was a very intimidating lady. She kind of reminded you of your wet nurse in that way- although more attractive in so many ways. You gulped and were shocked for a moment by how audible it was before going over to the bed where the dress had been placed and beginning to undo the buttons so Alcina could get into it. 

She was silent as she watched the dress undo itself relatively quickly as if nervous hands were handling them. Once all the buttons had been undone, the dress was flipped so the back faced her and it took a moment for her to move to take her nightgown off. Alcina thought, if this ghost were a human woman then she could likely hold power over her the same way she held power over all the other little maidens in her care. She was well aware that lots of her staff fancied her in some way- having incredible hearing she always knew which of these girls acted on their desires when they had moments alone. Never did she give any of these depraved women a second glance because they were beneath her and her daughter's, to stop as low as to give them attention would be an insult to herself. 

Now, however, something she has not encountered before is within her grasp. If anything she is sure Mother Miranda would be interested in such a thing- especially if she could find a way to communicate with the ghost of her real daughter. And so Alcina has decided she will play along with this creature for a while or at least until she has something of value from it to show Mother Miranda. 

She was pulled from her thoughts by a gentle cough and when she looked up she was greeted by the familiar spector again. The woman avoided her gaze this time- seeming to find the floor very interesting as she stood beside the end of the bed where the ladys red dress laid- Alcina took a deep breath and squinted as she took in the other woman's appearance. Still too thin to be consindered healthy and dark patches under her eyes with blood both wet and dried covering a portion of her dress. 

Alcina swallowed again and the woman began to twiddle her thumbs in front of her. She was slightly surprised that the ghost seemed nervous now compared to how she was when they spoke in the opera hall, no shame as she seemed to flirt and compliment Alcina- no shame when she scared her half to death with her gastly change appearance. Speaking of which, it seemed the girl must have the ability to change her appearance at will to a more grotesque and ghoulish state, something the lady would keep in mind. 

“ ‘s all unbuttoned, geor-uh” you looked up from your thumbs then and at Alcina as you corrected your mumblings “my lady”. Everything seemed a bit too real now that she was really interacting with you- it felt like you were talking with a book character you'd been fantasizing about for years. You were just glad she did not know the depth of your infatuation with her (or that you'd already helped her change multiple times before). 

Alcina abruptly stood up, albeit on slightly shaking legs and approached the dress without giving you another glance. She hastily turned to take the nightgown off so you could only see her back muscles and it took everything in you not to trail your gaze lower just before she slipped the dress over her head. Luckily -or unluckily- for you her back was still displayed to you as she couldn't reach to do up the buttons herself, she perched herself gently on the end of her bed and seemed to mean backwards toward you slightly. 

It took a moment before you realized you were meant to be helping her now (instead of just watching like some pervert) and quickly got closer to carefully do the buttons up on her back. You both seemed to shiver involuntarily when your skin brushed hers but unfortunately for two different reasons, Alcina had barely managed not to flinch away from your freezing body temperature whereas you were just amazed by the fact that you were now touching her. 

She pushed her lips together impatiently as it seemed to be taking an unusually long while for the ghostly woman to simply button up a dress- perhaps it was too much for her as she had not done it for a long while? And then The Lady wondered why you had not revealed yourself sooner. Something was stopping you? A lack of confidence? Fear? Then again what would an already dead woman have to fear? 

She was yet again cut from her thoughts by the freezing touch just brushing the back of her scalp and something else being pushed through her hair. She snapped her head around to look accusingly at you and you merely leaned away slightly and avoided her eye again before muttering that “one of the pins was loose”. 

Alcina sighed (she was doing an awful lot of sighing lately, you had noticed) and stretched her shoulders slightly, giving a pleased hum when she felt all the buttons had been done up. “Well, I must say I'm pleased you managed to get the buttons done without issue. However long it took you” she noticed you wince at her words and she gathered that you must not really be much of a threat right now if you were so nervous with her. 

“yes… apologize, my lady. It's been a while since I did something so delicate with my hands” you keep your gaze on those very hands, as if judging them for taking so long to do her buttons up. A large finger under your chin left you breathless (and you only just now thought about how silly it was that you still had to breathe) and wide eyed as it tilted your head up and to look your lady in the eye. 

“you will look at me when you speak with me. Unless you consider yourself on the same level as my staff?” her question was not really a question you were meant to answer, as made evident by the fact that she didn't raise her eyebrow like she usually did when she was inquiring about something. So instead you allowed your eyelids to relax as you simply looked in those smoldering and golden eyes of hers, you must've looked hypnotized or drunk as you simply let your head weight rest on her finger and she seemed to have no trouble holding it up even with the one finger. 

She cleared her throat and began looking around your face awkwardly as if your gaze was making her uncomfortable- or as you hoped, flustered. You blinked as she shifted her finger slightly to get your attention again and smiled dreaming at her. “I'm sorry, Alcina. You're intoxicating.” your words were a whisper as if what you were saying was a secret. This confused her again because of how confident you were in the opera room. 

But then she furrowed her brows and tyres to appear angry instead of confused. “Were you given permission to use my first name?” she moved her thumbs now to hold your chin in place in case you tried to move away. You blinked at her lazily as if confused by her question and then try to tilt your head to the side before finding yourself unable to because of her grip. 

You smile apologetically at her before whispering again “I'm sorry, my lady. I've gotten used to saying whatever I please, having no one hearing you for centuries can make you forget your manners”. You began to panic slightly now as she narrowed her eyes at your answer, thinking to yourself that you must've upset her when all you wanted was to tell her the truth. 

She seemed to notice panic on your face as her features softened and she turned fully to face you, moving her hand to gently hold your cheek instead in some kind of comforting gesture. “That will have to change from now on, girl.” her tone was just as soft as her touch. “I expect you to make yourself present and visible to me more often.” 

Your eyes widened and for a split second you thought of a world where you did appear to her constantly. Where you joined them at the dinner table and sat in your own chair instead of just watching her and her daughter's conversation. Where they laughed with you at jokes you'd make instead of not hearing them. 

In that world you would be part of their family- you would be Cassandra's friend who appeared in front of maids to scare them and then laugh together. You would spend quiet moments with Daniela in the library reading the romance books she recommended you days prior and then you'd discuss them together. Bela would vent to you about the pressure she feels due to managing some of the vineyard instead of writing it in her journal and having breakdowns alone in her room. 

Alcina would ask you to read to her by the fire in the main hall in the evening. You would paint with her and she would try to hide her gorgeous laughs at your pitiful attempts to copy one of her paintings, when you both know all you can really paint is what Daniela calls a stickman. 

Your family. 

But they're not. And you are long dead. 

Alcina, Bela, Cassandra and Daniela were perfect. And you were dead. Only sticking around to see what you could've had if you had only lived. 

And so you leave Alcina in that position. Her hand was still hovering where your cheek was as she held you. Because staying there would be a burden for her family. She looks agitated but you tell yourself that it's only because you dared disobey her wishes (even though you hope it is because she enjoyed you). 

You can't be the girl's mother for the same reason you cannot be anyone's mother.death should've been the end. Joining them in a physical way would be selfish and only you would gain from it while this perfect family would be stuck with you for however long their immortal lives last. 

You were stupid and selfish to show yourself to Bela- you thought it'd be fun to finally show yourselves to them instead of just tucking Bela into bed after she exhausted herself with another panic attack. Or putting books back onto shelves because Dani left them in a mess on the floor. Or tripping the maids that fled Cassandra so she could catch them more easily. 

Taking the pins out of Alcinas hair when she falls asleep at her desk instead of her bed. Tidying her paperwork into neater piles so she did not struggle to find things she needed. Knocking her reading glasses off the top of her head when she forgot she'd put them there and began searching the castle for them. 

But you would stay in your place. Because your place was better for everyone in the long run. You refused to infiltrate and infect this perfect family with your unnatural existence.

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Thank you for reading! Sorry if the ending feels kind of crap I will change it if soemone is unhappy with it <3

[a-random-weeb]

Hiii love ur account! Idk if I can request cause it says it’s closed, so sorry if I’m wrong!

Can I please request a yandere who looks very dominant; tall and buff with muscles. Literally everyone is scared of him because of how frightening he looks. Everyone other than Reader: Yandere is actually scared of reader and is very submissive around them. He actively seeks Reader’s approval and will do anything for her. Kind of like a guard dog? He’s really just a big puppy who craves Readers affection. Thank youuuu

Awww I love this idea!! Let's name him... Austyn, idk it just fits lol. I couldn't think of what age to make him, so I said screw it and put yall in high-school because that's the easiest

Also I know you requested this months ago, and everyone else requested their things months ago, guys I've been so tired recently, I'm so sorry I haven't been able to write what you've been wanting me to. I'm so sorry if you're still waiting on your request, and I'm hoping I'll get more chances to write soon. Thank you for your patience :)

Warnings: Yandere (obv), clingy and obsessive behavior, a little more than just mentions of murder, slight mentions of rape (not to reader or anything i just noticed it was brought up so I figured I'd put it in just incase), reader gets forcefully drugged, kidnapping

This fic is not meant to romanticize unhealthy and toxic relationships, it's hot af in fanfictions but is never ok irl

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A huge man towers over you, his shadow engulfing your entire figure, his huge muscles and rough exterior making him appear as if he could kill. He stares down at your petite and fragile body in an intimidating manner as you jolt up in a sitting position. Clutching the desk beneath your upper body, you recognize him almost immediately.

"Where am I?! What do you want?!" You scream dramatically, almost tipping backwards in your chair.

"You fell asleep in class." His eyes narrow. "I had to poke you a bunch so you would wake up. The bell just rang, its lunch time." Your whole face burns a cherry color.

"Um- thanks..." Your eyes wander anywhere but his face. The corners of his mouth ever so slighty elevate as he leans on your desk.

"Would you like to eat lunch together?" He tilts his head slightly in an almost cute way. Your brows furrow in confusion, but nod regardless out of pure fear. He could probably kill you in one hit. No, simply him blowing on you would be enough to knock you 8 miles. You pack your school supplies and walk to your locker, Austyn almost breathing down your back as he watches you grab your stuff.

Entering the cafeteria, you both take a seat in one of the only spots left in the overcrowded area, its a bit shocking when kids start scooting away from you both, even the kids across from you want nothing to do with your new 'friend'. Or thats at least what you hope he wants with you...

Your prayers were answered, but in the worst way possible. It's almost physically painful watching Austyn attempt to make conversation with you. Stuttering over every second word, obviously embarrassed and anxious, fumbling with his hands. It was... cute. You'd never thought he would be like this while talking to him, you've seen him be rude and cold to everyone, maybe he's just shy and comes off as rude? Guess you'll find out. You, having not as many friends as you'd like to have, appreciate the attention from him regardless. But he desperately needed help with this whole social thing, so you give him a hand.

"If you're not busy, maybe you could help me with homework after we finish eating?" You smile, hoping he's not busy before you die of embarrassment. Thankfully, he nods, and the two of you finish your meal in silence.

You were hoping he'd be a little more outgoing and not as awkward in the library, but boy were you wrong. More stuttering, more avoidance of eye contact, more hand fidgeting. He wasnt even helping, just sitting there and watching you, almost too intently. You almost scream of joy when your best and only friend, Abby, joins you.

"Hi!" She beams excitedly, taking a seat next to you, "need help?"

"You're my savior!" You giggle, hugging her. Austyns aura immediately chances from a shy puppy to one that could kill. He glares daggers into Abby as she speaks a bit too friendly to you, gets a little too close to you, helps you instead of him. He knows he needs to up his game, but your stupid friend might ruin his chances.

Abby was your friend since elementary school, you've never been great at giving anyone a smile, but she always brings out your biggest one. She's helped you through so much, you owe her your life!

The rest of lunch Austyn stays silent and in the background, you assume he's shy... God, you hope that he was not hurt. You continued the rest of your classes like normal, overjoyed when the day comes to an end.

You and Abby walk home together, teasing and laughing with eachother. Austyn trails behind you both, not talking too much. Neither of you know where Austyn lives, and forget to ask. They drop you off at your house, and Abby lives just across the street so you guess Austyn walks her home. The long between your houses and the school is 30 minutes. You could take the bus, and you do in the mornings, but the walk is too beautiful to miss, so fun laughing with your best friend through the sunset in the city, too fun running through the long field of grass, racing down the streets, seeing who can reach your house the fastest, rubbing it in your face as you both either collapse on your porch or Abby goes home. Sometimes, you dance outside together, sharing secrets, giggling over whatever crush the other one has... Abbys friends with almost everyone, but the two of you are inseparable. Tonight though, you only talked with Abby, not wanting to make Austyn feel left out, and not wanting to seem awkward infront of your new friend. You run inside, jumping into your bed, thinking Austyn is just a little cute. Maybe a tiny crush? You don't think on it too much, as you pass out.

The next day, Austyn starts hanging out with you and Abby, which neither of you mind. He's a bit less shy and a bit more friendly. He's in your homeroom, science, and math class, so you sat next to him in all of those. You guys talked and exchanged answers from time to time, overall getting along very well. You guys hang out at lunch, and sure, you give a slight bit more attention to Abby, but thats it, and overall, the three of you get along like three peas in a pod. The next four days go similarly, your crush for him grows.

One lunch time the three of you meet up, eat, and head to the library. You weren't sure what was wrong, but Austyn didn't seem to be a huge fan of Abby, only hanging out and attempting to make conversation with you, almost cutting Abby out. You, of course, refuse to let that happen, and keep adding your friend the the conversation. You and Abby exchange a confused look, Austyn normally loves you and Abby.

After school the same day, you run over to Abbys locker, waiting for her to grab her stuff. You wait for 5 minutes... 10 minutes... 20 minutes... she doesn't show up. Thinking it's a bit strange, you still wait, assuming she was held back in class or something, as the teachers often like to praise her work or offer her opportunities for an upcoming math competition or something. She appears, after awhile, running towards you. The two of you begin to walk home together. When you ask her what she was doing, she awkwardly dodges the question. You leave her alone about it.

The next day when you arrive at school, Abby still didn't show up. How strange, you think to yourself. Abby hasn't missed a single day this year, not even when she was sick, you have no clue how she does it. Straight As, no days missed, friends with everyone she talks to, yet she's not here. You couldn't help but feel a pit in your stomach, not wanting to assume the worst. You would've thought she'd at least text you right? The more you thought about it the worse it got. What if she was raped by a creepy teacher?? What if she was kidnapped?! Maybe she got a deadly sickness and has three days to live! There's so many possibilities you weren't sure, what if-

"Hey!" Your new 'friend' from yesterday appears before you, looking like he's accomplished something great.

"Hi...?" You look up at him, calming yourself immediately. You knew you shouldn't overthink this, she probably just missed her bus or something. Austyn obviously picks up on your torn face as he asks,

"Hey, are you ok? You look offput..." he does his signature, puppy-like head tilt. you quickly nod your head, laughing to yourself silently of the stupidity of your overdramatic thoughts. You weren't normally so anxious, this over worried about your friend not being at school immediately, but for some reason, your gut was screaming at you that something bad happened. And then... The overwhelming feeling to run hits you. Looking at Austyns smile fills you with a strange sense of dread. White noise echos in your ears.

"Woah, woah, calm down!" He panics, "Hey what happened? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Hes acting way too friendly today... you shake your head.

"I-I don't know what's wrong with me today? I guess it's just a weird day....?" Austyn rushes to wipe some tears you didn't notice were were falling from your eyes.

"Hey, you don't have to talk about it...." he sighs "I don't know what happened, but stop worrying."

Abby was murdered.

You don't know how you know, last night was such a haze... what happened...? Pictures of her dead body flash in your mind, the killer standing there with a knife and sadistic smile. You swear it was a dream... you remember beginning your walk home, but can't remember anything passed the midway point, not even what you did last night, did you even eat dinner? You didn't wear pajamas last night, you assumed you were just tired when you woke up. But did you really see Abbys murder or is this just the most dramatic you've ever been on a Wensday morning?

You continued your day like normal, the sinking feeling never leaving you. Austyn was acting strange, outgoing and sweet to you. And yet his face was making you want to throw up for some reason... to go as far as to flee the country. Well, maybe not that far, but you certainly didn't want him near you for some reason.

The end of the days comes, and your dumbass told Austyn he could walk you home. It was probably fine, you'd go to sleep tonight and tomorrow everything would be normal, Abby would be at school and Austyn wouldn't be as creepy to you. You're sure of it.

You wait for him near the entrance of the school, and of course, when he comes out, he's almost stumbling over his own feet to run towards you.

"Hey!" He gives a huge innocent smile as he begins walking with you, clutching the arms of his backpack in a shy manner. You smile up at him, not sure if it's a real smile or not. No words are exchanged as you both watch little cracks of the sunset through all the large buildings of the city. It wasn't cold, but it definitely wasn't hot, the perfect night for a first kiss. Stars beginning to appear as you make your way out of downtown, you've only been walking for 15 minutes... almost the midway point... you have a much better view of the now gone sun, there's still a bit of red. There's no one around, it's a gorgeous night, you're walking home with a guy... everything should be perfect, it should be romantic. You recognize this, Deja vu, but different.... memories from what you think to be the dream, or a cruel reality you weren't sure yet start to appear. Abbys lifeless body in the long grass, the moonlight to the killers back, you know who it was, but you can't remember.... all these events took place just upahead and-

It wasn't a dream.

Blood stains lay in the grass and you point to Austyn, not in control of your body or the words that spill from your mouth, or the tears that spill from your mouth, or the puke that's about to spill from your mouth.

"You did this... didn't you...?"

Austyns eyes darken, "and you remember. I knew the sedatives wouldn't work as well as I wanted them to..." he sighs "I did this for you, don't you see?! I killed her for you. I've loved you for so long and you've never even looked at me. So I stalked you, learned about you, you're so cute yknow! You never laughed the same way around me as you did with Abby, ramble to me as you did with her.... So now our problem is gone, and we can be the cutest couple!" He spits delusionally. You back away from him, the moon to his back, the same spot as last night. He grabs your wrist harshly, overpowering you easily.

"You can't run darling, now let's go to my house!" He beams, "I'll even bring you home the head of someone you don't like!" You thrash around, screaming for help, but Austyn just giggles and hugs you to him, holding one hand around your arms and torso and the other over your mouth. "Shhhhh, it'll be ok!" He puts a chloroform filled cloth to your mouth, and everything goes dark.

Maybe I'll write a part 2, maybe I'll do headcannons, maybe I'll leave you guys to imagine the rest, we'll see :3

[dead-boys-club]

†  on set : katsuki.

❥ scenario: watching kat die ❥ no triggers ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get. ❥ minor request - this goes with the qrp kat.

the studio was bussing with activity, the general chaos of a t.v set in full swing. crew members fluttered back and forth, adjusting the lighting, making sure cameras were set up correctly, and making sure everything was perfect in hopes of a flawless take. you were tucked away, trying not to get stepped on, watching everything unfold with excitement and nervous anticipation.

today was a big day - one of many emotionally intense scenes from the series. the scene where bakugo, played by your partner, faces shigaraki in a desperate battle, only to be struck down. you tried to distract yourself knowing even if it was fake, it was still heart wrenching. you thought back to your first time on set, snorting over the fact he shared the same first name of the character.

you knew it was all just acting and special effects. you knew that katsuki wasn't actually going to die, that it was all just a made up story. even so, the thought of watching him die.. even in a false context, made your heart ache.

katsuki had insisted you come along, wanting you to see the scene. 'it's going to be great,' he had said, a toothy grin on his face, 'you'll see, i'm gonna nail it.'

you knew he would, of course, which is what made you anxious. now, you sat watching as he prepared for the scene. he was in full costume, his usual brash attitude toned at the edges to focus. watching him get into character was always something that made you smile, he always made it obvious just how much he loved what he did. he bounced in place for a moment, shaking his hands and rolling his shoulders, intensity building in his eyes as he got ready.

when the director called for quiet on set, you took a deep breath and fell silent with everyone else. your eyes followed your partner, watching with bated breath as he put everything into the role, his usual passion in every movement, word and emotion held by the character. it was amazing to see, if you were being honest.

everything was going smoothly up until that moment - the devasting blow that sent katsukl crashing to the ground, body limp, eyes dull and unfocused. oh, you hated it. the acting was so good - too good. you hated the idea of seeing him such a state in real term.

you felt your heart ache, hands gripping the edge of your seat as you slid closer to it. you had to remind yourself it was just acting, he was fine. it was just a scene for a show. but the way katsuki played the part, the way he made it so real that you hadn't noticed the tears welling up until one spilled down your cheek.

your breath hitched as you reached up, quickly trying to brush the tears away. it felt so silly to be so upset over something that wasn't real, something that was make believe. that didn't stop the way you felt at the sigh of him lying there, motionless - it tugged at something deep inside you. you had to force yourself to look away.

the director called 'cut' and everything was back to it's loud, quick paced normality. the set burst into life, crew members rushing to set for the next take. katsuki was already sitting up, brushing himself off with a toothy, prideful grin. he knew he was good.

before you could manage to wipe away any evidence of your feelings, you heard a voice behind you. it was izuku, making his way over with a playful smile. 'aww, getting emotional, are we? didn't think you'd be so soft, seeing kat like that.'

your cheeks burned dark, a mixture of embarrassment and affection flooding through. 'leave me alone.. i know it's just acting but..' you huffed, brows furrowing a bit, 'he's just.. really good at it. it sucks.'

katsuki, who'd caught the exchanged as he walked up, raising a brow. 'caught you snifflin', huh? told you i'd nail it.'

you rolled your eyes but there was no way you could hide the warmth in your expression. 'you were amazing, blah blah,' you answered, bringing your hands up to rub your face, trying to hide the smile. 'don't start letting it go to your head, jerk.'

he chuckled, reaching out to ruffle your hair before leaning to kiss the top of your head. 'too late,' he chuckled before softening, nudging you, 'seriously, though. thanks for being here.'

you pursed your lips at the swell of emotions, knowing just how much it meant to him for you to be present, even if it meant making you cry. 'wouldn't miss it for the world,' you replied quietly.

izuku watched quietly, having stepped back from the conversation to give you a moment, shook his head. 'you two really are something else.. no idea how you two never ended up as a couple.'

katsuki snorted, offering you a smirk. 'nah.. we're just friends. right?' he asked, the playfulness evident in his tone but there was a sincerity to his gaze that reminded you exactly what you were to each other.

'yeah, just friends,' you smiled back, 'the best kind.'

and with that, the moment was gone, the set returning to it's chaotic state. you stood with katsuki while everything was being set up, leaning against him and discussing what you'd be getting for dinner while he played with your hair, occasionally yelling something to someone else. he'd always cover the ear on whatever side he was on, his other arm securely around your frame.

you stayed like that until he was called away, waving him off as you took a seat where you'd been before. you spent most of the takes on your phone or talking to other crew members and cast, the time passing pretty quickly. you didn't mind being there, content to be there for him - even if it made you cry once or twice more.

[solarroseart]

Going to desperately attempt to not die of embarrassment before posting this.

The development journey for all my Sonic OCs. More below the cut.

Yeah as a. uh. under 10yo baby. I was not the most creative. Aaron was literally just blue tails until I wised up as a teen. I liked Tails, he was my favorite (still one of my favs) and so I wanted to Have Him. Please forgive my baby crimes.

Anyone who read the tags on the other post and was confused by Athena and Alyssa merging into one character- this is why. They both had. rainbows. I had a lot of characters with rainbows.

In fact, I also had a MLP character who ALSO had rainbows all over her. This character got reposted to one of those edgy "cringe MLP characters" blogs where the people who ran the blog criticized my using the default rainbow gradient. Tween me then went on to bury all of my rainbow characters, including Alyssa.

I also seemed to have misremembered where Ariel (not pictured) was placed in all of this, I think Ariel was actually a precursor to Alyssa, not Athena and Alyssa merging into one character. All the drawings of Ariel that I have stop after 2010 and I don't have any drawings of Alyssa prior to 2011. When that whole thing with the blog happened, I buried both Alyssa and Athena until reviving Athena in 2015 with just red roses this time and Alyssa later in 2019. In her full rainbow glory.

I decided to revive Alyssa because someone I was friends with waaaay back in the day on Deviantart, who loved her design and drew me a bunch of gift art, asked about what happened to her. I was so honored and frankly surprised that someone remembered her and loved her design that much. We fell out of touch again after that, but I am still really grateful to them for that.

Screw the guy who told me rainbows are cringe, you are cringe and I hope you stub your toe.

Anyways I revamped almost all of my characters in 2015, Including Aaron and Athena, though Aaron had turned into something that resembled his current color scheme in 2013. But I always liked the blue, so I wanted to keep some of it. Hence the definitely not an ATLA ripoff tattoo.

Aaron also used to be a fennec fox! Since 2013 he was, hence the ears. But IDW made that confusing and he's always been super tall, which didn't make sense for an absolutely tiny creature. So it wasn't until this year that he became a dingo!

Athena's had her unbloomed outfit for the longest, 2021 is at least the earliest instance I could find of her bloomed outfit but I'm pretty sure I had the idea swimming around in my head for a while prior. I'd have to check my physical sketchbooks to be sure (thankfully I started dating most of my sketches in 2015)

Then earlier this year I. Finally. Decided to give them all proper references. I love my guys, they have been with me a very long time and they are all special to me. I am really hoping to do more with them all soon.

Thanks for getting this far if you did, I hope it was entertaining and if not at least mildly intriguing!

[arxxq]

"TREAT MY DAUGHTER/SON LIKE THE PRINCE/PRINCESS THEY ARE.." ♡

"I'm way ahead of that sir...I've already treated more than that"

≡;- ꒰ Where Mikage Reo meets his lover's family lovely family꒱

ׂׂૢWhat could go wrong right? [PURE FLUFF] [WRITING ON MY TABLET] [MISTAKES WILL BE FIXED LATER ON] [IF I ACCIDENTALLY DID SMTH WRONG WITH THE PRONOUNCE I APOLOGISE]

A/N: its been a while, sorry its just my pre exam or smth has been bothering me but I'm doing good so far, I hope you enjoy this :) I'm sorry if its bad I'm getting rusty

Mikage Reo, a rich boy who loved you so much. He loved you alot because well you never saw him for his money but you loved him for who he is. The boy loves you so much that sometimes he wish he didn't have to leave your side. He loved how you supported him for every decision he makes and that includes his dream in football.

You see you loved him too, yes you absolutely did but there was a slight problem. Although you have been in a relationship with him for so long now...you never told your parents nor anyone in the family and well you never told him how well known you were actually. But you're glad that Reo never cared of so.

Now back to original topic, you absolutely avoid talking about relationships with your parents. Why you ask? Well your parents are okay their absolutely the best but your father, he well isn't the best to talk to when it comes to romantic situations. After all your mother and him fell in love due to an arranged marriage.

Your father is also quite over protective of you. You don't mind but it can be a bit embarrassing from time to time. He still sees you as the princess/prince he raised from when you are little.

Your mother meanwhile, she's great to talk to about these but you know she won't be able to keep it in from the family, she would most likely be the one to tell everyone and your father would look at you dead in the eye.

Your brother? Nah he is not the best person to tell it too, man you would probably die from his teasings and you will never get the end of it. Lastly your sister. No absolutely not. That sounds like an even worser nightmare. Your sister is just as overprotective as your father and knowing her she'd probably some sort of loyalty test by trying flirt.

So yes, no one in the household was there for you to tell this too...well maybe there was. Your personal maid. She was the person you told everything and she even suggested you that you should probably just ask them and well you were quite hesitant but you did it. It went sort of like...

[FLASHBACK]

Everyone were just eating on the dinner table as normal and well it was very very awkward. There was nothing but silence and well you were intimidated and you were thinking to tell it another day until your maid interrupted.

"Uhm madam I'm sorry to interrupt but I think your son/daughter has something to tell you all," everyone looked at you now and you were starting to get anxious since your brother was smirking, your father and sister had a confused face and your mother looked well delighted as always.

"Really..Why didn't you say that earlier honey?" Your mom asked and you sighed. "Sorry mother..but I'll just get to the point," you apologised. You are completely frightened but you knew you can't keep it for too long. "I'm in a relationship with someone and I'd like you all to meet him.."

The sound of your mother's fork dropped and the way you can feel your father and sister's eyes practically piercing into you soul. Your brother meanwhile kept cooing "oooo"

"Sure love we'd love to see him right (d/n).." now there's a thing about your mother, she may seem sweet but everyone has a dark side and currently your mother was giving the face that says "you better say yes"

Your father sighs in defeat. "Fine..we'd love to meet him at 7.00pm sharp tomorrow right in the living room,"

Based on his tone it was not going to go well.

[BACK TO THE PRESENT]

You were now pacing back and forth in the kitchen of your house that is until you heard the doorbell. You wonder who it could be afterall it is still 6.30pm in the evening and Reo wasn't supposed to be here till 7.

You opened the door and it was none other than your beloved. "Reo...you're early," you were mesmerised, you told him he didn't have to wear such formal attire but he did and he looked absolutely beautiful. Reo chuckled. "You like what you see love?"

"Like it? No I love it dear, I'm so glad you're here," "well I knew you would like it if I came early than told..heh,"

So for the whole 30 minutes you and reo managed to spend it together alone. It was now 7.00, your mother entered the house along with your father and your mother was absolutely surprised.

"My my you must be our prince(ss) lover, you came very early early than told I'm sorry if we kept you waiting !"

《TIMESKIP》

Sadly your brother couldn't make it so it was just you, your sister, your father and mother. While you can't help but notice that your mom had already loved reo so much so you weren't worried about her but your sister and father it wasn't going to well.

"Mikage reo..as in the heir of the mikage corporation?" Your sister added on. Reo looked at her and smiled. "Yes ma'am,"

Your father than joined the conversation. "That doesn't but what matters is that is that have you treat my daughter/son like the Prince/Princess they are?"

This question stunned everyone in the dinner table but reo seem unfazed by it an laughed and you were really scared. "Are you mocking me young sir?"

"No no not at all, with all due respect sir I have never treated them in that way," your father was about to burst out but reo continued. "Wait before you get mad you should let me finish, that's quite impolite you know.."

"I've never had the need to treat them like you say so because..."

"I've already treated them like a Queen/King they deserved to be."

You were absolutely shocked with his response and you weren't the only one. Your father looked speechless along with your mother and sister.

"I had doubts but I guess I was wrong...what do you think father...do you accept it?" Your sister questioned. You held in a breathe very afraid. "I approved of this relationship...from now own I trust that you will treat her right like no man will ever do so, not even me her own father could do so.."

And you burst into joy while embracing reo in a hug full of joy and relieve. "See I told you didn't I..I goy it all under control" he whispered..softly.

This was one of the happiest moment's of your life especially since it was with the love of your life.

Reblogs are highly appreciated

Do not plagiarise any of my works without permission

All works of Arxx/Hasinah

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 23

"Do you know a guy called Ralph Turnham?"

"Yeah, there talking to that blonde girl near the gate."

"Thanks."

"No problem." The Ghost King walked over towards a tall guy with blonde hair and look that he only had three functioning braincells.

"You're Ralph Turnham right?"

"What do you want, freak?" Nico punched him as hard as he could in the jaw, the boy fell backward, a look of anger washed over his face.

"You'll pay for that you bitch." He went to punch the smaller boy in the face but he grabbed his arm, pushing him away.

"Meet me outside, I wouldn't want you embarrassing yourself."

"You're going die today you cunt."

"I very much doubt that, but you'll pay for what you did to my sister."

"You think you can actually take me in a fight? Imagine."

"Yes, I do actually."

"You're as useless as that whore, I wish I killed her. Nearly did you know, but I thought I'd do another round, the slut wasn't half bad for a n-" The son of Hades kicked him to the floor,

"Don't say another word about my sister you fucking piece of shit!"

"Let's take this outside, don't want all these witnesses when I kill you."

"Fine by me."

***

[hrtiu]

Lucanis WIP

I'm working on a Lucanis x Crow Rook fic and thought I'd share a chunk. The story is going to explore some of the darker aspects of the Crows, and how their respective backgrounds influenced them. This snippet in particular is about how Lucanis's background has made it difficult for him to separate intimacy from violence. This scene is from when he is around 18, and has just moved out of Caterina's villa.

TW for brief violence and spicy makeouts. I'm hoping to get more written before I actually begin post this to AO3, but would love to see if anyone else is interested in this kind of story. I'm really excited about it!

Caterina was not the first visitor Lucanis had wanted in his new apartment, and yet here she was.

Caterina’s cane thunked heavily against the cheap pine floors as she toured the modest space, her nose wrinkled at the smell.

“You know the family’s downtown apartments are always available to you, right?” she said, her eyes scanning the slim bed, rickety desk, and barren drawers that served as Lucanis’s only furniture.

“I know. I’ll move there when I feel like I’ve earned it. How can I understand my marks if I’ve hardly lived in the world?”

Caterina nodded, and Lucanis couldn’t help but feel like he’d passed some kind of test.

Caterina sat carefully on the stained chair in the corner and nodded her head.

“You’ll do well here, my boy,” she said.

“Or I’ll die.”

A genuine laugh fell from Caterina’s lips at that. Lucanis couldn’t count the number of times he’d heard Caterina’s personal motto growing up: succeed or die. And of course Caterina loved nothing more than her own orders repeated back to her.

“That’s right, she said with a smile, “And I know which side of the coin you’ll fall on.”

“Thank you.”

Caterina reached into the dusty old handbag she always carried and pulled out a short, wicked-looking dagger.

“One last gift before I go,” she said, and instead of handing the blade to Lucanis, she walked over to his bed and tucked it nearly under his pillow.

“Really, Caterina?” Lucanis asked. “You think I don’t have enough knives?”

“You can never have enough knives,” she dismissed. “And now you have a proper Crow housewarming.”

“My house definitely feels warmed,” Lucanis muttered under his breath.

There was no way Caterina’s sharp ears didn’t hear him, but she ignored it.

“I’d best be on my way,” she said, gathering her things to herself with her chin raised. “Your cousin wants to show me his own apartments.”

“Of course.”

She walked out the door and Lucanis watched her go, wondering what she’d think of Illario’s luxurious new home. It would be strange, living without his cousin for the first time since their parents had died. Lucanis was worried that their time apart would deepen the already growing contrast between them.

From somewhere down below, Lucanis heard the street front door of his walk-up apartment close. Caterina was gone, and something tense in Lucanis’s chest eased.

Then, mere moments later, a soft knock sounded at the door.

Lucanis’s heart rate picked up. He had barely heard her footsteps approach his door. She must have taken his urge for discretion seriously.

In two steps the door was open, revealing the smiling, heart-shaped face of the woman he adored.

“Mariana!” he said, embarrassed at how breathless he sounded.

“Lucanis! I waited for your grandmother to leave. It felt like it took forever,” Mariana said. She was the picture of Antivan beauty: rich, clear skin, a generous figure, and mouth made for smiling. 

“I’ve been waiting for this visit all week. Imagine how long that’s felt for me.”

Her smile broadened, and Lucanis knew he’d never tire of seeing it. He’d thought her smile cute when they’d first met at her stall in the market the previous year. Now, after sharing evening strolls, stolen kisses, and countless cups of coffee, Lucanis was convinced she was the most beautiful woman in all of Thedas.

“May I come in?” Mariana asked, and Lucanis realized she was still waiting on the threshold.

“Of course, of course, mi vida.”

“‘Mi vida’?” she said, stepping into the apartment with a coy smile. “You’re very bold today.”

He closed and locked the door behind her with one fluid motion, then pulled her into his arms.

“Something about you makes me feel bold.”

She laughed and swatted him playfully on the chest.

“I’m just a normal shop girl. What could possibly be inspiring about me to a Crow?”

He caught the hand that had swatted him and pressed it to his cheek, relishing in the feeling of fingers meant to caress and love rather than maim and kill.

“You are anything but normal to me, mi vida.”

Lucanis believed this with his whole heart, but he couldn’t deny that her very normality was part of the appeal. As steeped in the cloak and dagger of the Crows as he was, the pure and unqualified affection of a girl like Mariana was a breath of fresh air.

“Hmm, pretty words,” she hummed. “Do you care to prove them?”

Her hand pulled gently down his cheek, onto his chest, and further down. Not to the point of lewdness, but further than they had ever gone before. She’d always respected his boundaries, and the canals and alleyways they’d frequented in the past hadn’t afford this level of privacy.

Lucanis’s mouth went dry. Alone with Mariana. Nothing holding them back.

His hands went to her hips and he pulled her flush against him. He couldn’t pull away even if he’d wanted to, drawn to her like the tides to the moons. 

“You drive me crazy,” he said, lowering his mouth to the space where her shoulder and neck met.

Her arms snaked up his back and she walked him backwards through the small apartment. Back, back, back, until they were falling onto his bed. Soon, she was straddling him. Her small hands raked up and down his body, and his thoughts lost any form of coherence.

Things were moving faster than he’d expected, but how could he complain? He was in paradise. She was bliss.

She kissed him, her tongue passionate and demanding. He tried to keep up, but in the back of his mind a strange sense of unease started to creep in. 

What, are you afraid, cousin? Illario’s mocking voice sounded in the back of his head. What would the other houses think if they knew the great Lucanis Dellamorte was afraid of women? Afraid of sex?

Mariana started to undo the buttons of his shirt, and Lucanis let her, defiantly spurning the voice in his head. He wasn’t afraid of this. He wasn’t afraid of anything.

He reached for her thighs under her generous skirts, but before he could explore further, she unbuckled one, two, three belts and threw them to the floor. The fine leather and metal knife sheaths thudded heavily on the wooden floor.

“We won’t be needing those right now, will we?” she said with a smirk.

Then she leaned in to kiss him again. As she leaned, her weight shifted. A warning voice that sounded strangely like Caterina broke through the muddled warmth in his mind. The voice screamed at him words of danger, caution, and violence.

Mariana was on top of him, her knees pinning him tightly to the bed and her hands pressing his shoulders into his pillow. Lucanis suddenly felt trapped, as vulnerable as a hare in a hunter’s snare. He jerked his body to the side right as Mariana’s dagger stabbed into his ribs.

“House Velardo send their regards” her hot breath hissed into his ear.

Ignoring the pain, Lucanis’s hand strained against her grip long enough to find the handle of Caterina’s knife under his pillow. As his fingers closed around it, he yanked his hand free and sliced the dagger across her neck in a flash. She collapsed on top of him immediately, her warm blood dripping onto his bare chest.

Lucanis’s heart raced with adrenaline. He shoved Mariana’s body off of him and forced himself to stand. Upon inspection, the wound in his side was deep but not lethal. She would have got him right in the heart if he hadn’t moved at the last moment. She certainly had known what she was doing.

Hands shaking, Lucanis gathered up his clothing and set about washing all the blood away using only the water from the tiny sink in the bathroom. He had no idea how long it took. Then he dressed himself and headed for the Diamond.

He told the man who usually dealt with the bodies about Mariana’s corpse. Only the location--no other details. He told nobody else.

That night, he drank with Illario until the shaking stopped. If Illario noticed, he said nothing.

[mywrittingprompts]

Julian x Ricky -

Show you off

They were all sitting around having a bonfire, smoking and drinking of course, it was the first group setting since people had found out about Ricky and Julian.

No one had really said anything, maybe because nothing really changed, or maybe because they didn't fully announce it the word just got out, or maybe they were afraid of Julian but that's neither here nor there.

After passing a joint around, someone made a joke, he can't even remember what was said now, and Ricky playfully grabbed his boyfriends thigh and smiled at him.

Maybe it wasn't a big deal looking back at it but Julian could feel everyone's eyes on him and his internalized homophobia rising and he snapped. He shoved Ricky's hand away.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He whisper yelled.

He could actually see the moment Ricky's face fell and his eyes got wet.

He moved back but after a minute of sitting with his arms wrapped around him he got up and left.

Now everyone really was looking at Julian.

Bubbles got up after Ricky "Now Julian that's now-" he sighed and followed Ricky who was already headed to his shed anyways.

After hanging out a little longer he said he needed a drink and went home, honestly it was kinda awkward after everything and it was getting really late anyways.

Jillian was in his trailer, he wouldn't admit it but guilt was eating at him. Be heard a knock on the door, thought maybe it was Ricky and ran to the door.

"Sarah?"

"Hey, we need to talk" she said as she let herself in.

He got her a drink and they sat across from each other.

"Look I know you don't wanna talk about this and it's none of my business" she started but he was already sighing and turning his head.

"Look I never thought I'd be saying this but....you need to go easy on Ricky."

He looked at her like she had gone crazy but she continued

"I know you aren't into the touchy feely especially publicly-"

He's actually gonna die of embarrassment this is the last thing he wants to be talking about. He wants to deny because no one is supposed to know about them but he knows she KNOWS and there's no point.

"But that man adores you, he has since second grade, he'd literally do anything you asked of him" she sighed

"He's in bubbles shed literally bawling his eyes out because he thinks your gonna leave him and he, and I quote, 'fucked this up too'"

And THAT got his attention and he tried to pretend like it didn't break his heart just a little bit, or maybe a lot.

"I'm not saying you have to change, just go talk to him, and don't be too proud to aplogize, he can't help he doesn't understand" she said

"You talk about him like he's a dog" he said trying to change the subject.

"He kinda is" she chuckled "just go easy on him, please? You two are meant for each other" and with that she got up and showed herself out.

He'd never admit it but he was very greatful for Sarah.

He went back outside, he was gonna walk over to Bubbles shed but he seen Sarah and bubbles talking to Ricky at the bonfire, he still looked so sad but he was doing a pretty good job hiding it or at least not sobbing.

He walked over and sat down, not long after Sarah convinced Ricky to go sit beside him. Ricky looked at Julian and gave him a small smile, as if saying "it's okay you just broke my heart" and Julian felt like the biggest ass in the world.

While everyone was talking Julian built up the courage, he reached over and grabbed Ricky's hand that wasn't holding the joint, interlocking their fingers.

Ricky spun his head around so fast it was almost funny, Julian couldn't help but smile at him. Then the biggest smile came across Ricky's face and he squeezed his hand. Julian made eye contact with Sarah who just smiled at him and raised her eyebrows jokingly. He just rolled his eyes and chuckled. Everyone just carried on like nothing changed and it didn't seem so scary anymore.

He may not be the best at giving Ricky the kinda love Ricky gives him, but he's trying, and Ricky is trying to. And the smile on Ricky's face made it worth it push his boundaries just a bit. Ricky deserved to be showed off for once.

And to this day Ricky would say that's the best fucking night ever.

[alinesart3]

Skyfall: Part 2

This fanfiction is written by me and @mostsanenikolaikinnie on pinterest

Pairings: fyodor x nikolai (toxic), sigma x nikolai

Warning: language, su1c1de attempt, god complex

A/N: Part 2 is here!! It took some time because I had to rewrite some scenes but now it’s finally here. (Btw there’s a lot more parts so get ready)

Word count: 1 693

About a mile above the city of Yokohama, Nikolai was falling at a rapid speed, looking up at the Sky casino. "So this is how it is to fly.. Its actually quite peaceful.. such a lovely view from up here, even though it's the last thing I'll see.." he laughed to himself as he admired the beauty and peace of the clouds. Then something popped up in this mind "Sigma.. when I fell.. he tried to catch me.. he seemed.. sad.. and upset..? Sigma, what a strange person you are.. only 3 years old, but yet understand so, so much.. I hope you'll survive in the cruel world without me.." Nikolai closed his eyes and smiled thinking of his friend. Someone who actually cared about him..

Fyodor snapped at Sigma "Why didn’t you stop him?!" Sigma felt his heart sink as he thought to himself "He's right.. I should've stopped him.. did i.. did I technically kill Nikolai?!" Fyodor sighed and looked back out the window "Whatever.." "Do you know how to save him?" Fyodor ignored Sigma "SIR?! WE ARE GOING TO SAVE HIM, RIGHT?!" Fyodor replied calmly, but Sigma could sense annoyance in his voice "Do not yell at me, I'm thinking" Sigma felt slightly embarrassed that he yelled at Fyodor like that "Sorry, Sir..  but we're gonna save him, right?" Fyodor sighed "..Yes" Sigma felt a bit better knowing that Fyodor was on board with the idea. "Thank God..  but we need to hurry and come up with something!" "What do you think I'm trying to do?" Fyodor thought for a moment and Sigma tried coming up with something too. "Do you know anyone that could save him? No one in the DOA can.." Fyodor nodded "I know one person, but convincing him won't be easy.." "Who?!" "Chuuya Nakahara. His gravity manipulation skill is the only thing that can help is in this situation" Sigma looked confused and shocked. "What?! You want to team up with the Port Mafia?!" Fyodor frowned "Are you doubting my decision?" "No- of course not.." Sigma still seemed confused about Fyodor's decision. And also, another question wouldn't leave his head: "May I ask.. why did you decide to save him? I mean, don't you hate Nikolai?" "I do hate him.." Fyodor explained "but I need him to fulfil my plan. You know, to get the Reality-changing book." Sigma realized that Fyodor really does hate Nikolai and he's only using him. All he says to Nikolai is true about leaving him to die after he has the Reality-changing book in his possession. He couldn't leave Nikolai to die, though. And if he's alive there'd be a chance to free him. "But.. Do you think he'll help us?" Sigma pondered "Leave it up to me" Fyodor went away from the window and Sigma followed him shortly.

Fyodor was sitting in the office of the leader of the Port Mafia, Mori.

"Hello sir, you wanted to see me?" The Port Mafia executive, Chuuya Nakahara, who had just been called in by his boss, entered the room. "Yes I did. There's someone who wants to talk to you. They're waiting for you in that room" Mori nodded in the direction of a door. "Alright" Chuuya entered the room and shrieked "FYODOR?!" "Nice to see you too, Chuuya. As your boss said, we need to discuss something" "Make it quick" Chuuya crossed his arms. "So basically Nikolai committed suicide and is falling to his death." Fyodor seemed completely unbothered as if he was having a casual chat with one of his friends. "So I wanted to ask if you can use your gravity manipulation and save him" Chuuya scoffed "Me? Save a member of a rival organisation? Hell no."  Fyodor stood up and glared down at Chuuya. "Very well, I'd just like to have a word with your boss before I leave." And then he entered the Port Mafia's boss' office. A few minutes later, Fyodor and Mori re-entered the room where Chuuya was. "Chuuya, go save Nikolai." Mori demanded. "HUH?! WHAT??" Chuuya was completely lost. How did Fyodor manage to convince Mori to help? "Yes. And hurry before it's too late." Mori seemed completely serious about the order. Chuuya knew he couldn't protest. "I- alright.." They went outside to start the rescue mission. "Oh, you convinced him!" Sigma, who’s been waiting for them in the waiting room, exclaimed and ran to Fyodor and Chuuya. "Not exactly.. I convinced his boss" Chuuya rolled his eyes when Fyodor spoke. "Ah, but the main thing is that he's here and will help. Anyhow, we need to locate Nikolai" Sigma opened the closest window and looked outside. Everyone scanned the sky to see if they could spot Nikolai when suddenly Sigma pointed up to the sky and called out "There he is!" Chuuya looked in the direction that Sigma was pointing in and flew up quickly.

Nikolai closed his eyes as he saw the ground come closer and closer. "Finally.. the sweet release of death.. Finally I'll be put out of my misery.. and finally..  Fyodor will be happy.." Suddenly he stopped falling, even though he hasn’t reached the ground yet. He opened his eyes again to see what was going on. Chuuya had decreased Nikolai’s gravity to stop him from falling. "HUH?! What are you doing here?!" Chuuya smirked "Sorry man, you're not gonna die today" Nikolai looked around, utterly bewildered "How- how did you find out about this?! Why did you save me!? I.. I have so many questions.." Chuuya chuckled "Don't worry. Let's just get you back to the others"

"Nikolai!" Sigma ran up to nikolai and hugged him. "I'm.. I'm just so happy you're okay.. I couldn't believe my eyes when you jumped out of the window.. I thought I lost you forever!" Sigma was so relieved and at peace knowing that Nikolai was alive and well. Nikolai smiled. "So you were the one that sent Chuuya to save me?" Nikolai looked over to the place Chuuya stood in, but he had already left. "No, it was Fyodor" Nikolai glanced quickly at Fyodor, who wasn't paying attention to him at all "Fyodor wanted to save me.." Nikolai thought to himself "He wanted me to live?!" He was confused. It didn't make sense! Fyodor hated him! Why would he ever save Nikolai? Could that mean Fyodor loved him after all? "Let's head back to the Sky Casino" Sigma beckoned Nikolai to follow him and the three of them started making their way back to the Sky Casino.

When they arrived in the Sky Casino, Fyodor told Nikolai to follow him into his office. Fyodor closed the door and approached Nikolai. "Nikolai.." Fyodor smiled gently and put his hand on Nikolai’s shoulder. Then suddenly, he sharply raised his hand and slapped Nikolai across. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Nikolai flinched and muttered "I.. I wanted to see how you'd react..!" Fyodor slapped Nikolai again "See how I‘d react?! Are you insane?! No one in their right mind does something like that! Just for a reaction you wouldn’t even be able to witness?! What part of ‘I hate you’ don‘t you understand?!?" Sigma carefully walked into Fyodor's office as well. Nikolai felt completely deceived and started shouting out of anger "WHY DID YOU SAVE ME THEN, HUH?!" Fyodor stared at Nikolai with a vicious, deadly look in his eyes as he started protesting and shouting at Fyodor. "TELL ME!" Nikolai saw Sigma from the corner of his eye and turned towards him "Sigma.. why did Fyodor save me?" Sigma looked down to the ground. Nikolai sighed and turned back towards Fyodor. "I see. It's all for that stupid plan of yours.. the only thing you see in me is a tool you'll just discard once it doesn't benefit you anymore. Well I'm not going to help you" Nikolai used his cape to teleport himself away. "Nikolai-!" Sigma tried stopping Nikolai from leaving, but he was too slow. "How are we going to get him back, Sir?" Fyodor sighed, clearly annoyed "I'll find a way. Now leave. I need to think." Fyodor waved to the door as a signal for Sigma to leave. Sigma turned away and left the room. He was worried about what Fyodor was going to do to Nikolai.

Fyodor was thinking of ways to get Nikolai to work together with them. "Nikolai’s dumber than I thought. If he does not cooperate voluntarily, I will force him to do so. And I will use whatever it takes to carry out my plan, even if it means to torture him to death."

To be continued…

There will be part 3 don’t worry ;)

Also you can read the fic on Ao3 under the account Dead1whiteMouse

[atopearth]

Butterfly’s Poison; Blood Chains (Chou no Doku) Part 3 - Hideo Ozaki Route

I'm quite interested in Hideo tbh, because he genuinely cares for Yuriko but it also feels like he hates her to an extent so I want to see if he'll still be a jerk lol. OH, Hideo already has a fiancee..I guess we might get a Yuriko is the mistress tragic end?🥲 I can see why Hideo's family would want to find a girl from an even more prestigious family than Yuriko's because Yuriko's mother looked down on them for thinking they could get Hideo and Yuriko to marry. I quite like how they talked about the 'what if' scenario of if Yuriko's mother wasn't against Hideo and Yuriko getting married. Hideo was definitely happy when Yuriko said they would be happy. It's actually kinda funny how Shiba has already noticed that Yuriko is a bit jealous and curious about Hideo's fiancee and teases Yuriko about it lol. It's quite amusing how everyone can tell how much Hideo and Yuriko want to be with each other except themselves lol. Honestly, they say such embarrassing things that would basically mean 'I like you' but they're so oblivious to it. But I guess more than obliviousness, they choose to believe that it shouldn't be love because they both have their circumstances that would make it too difficult if they do decide that they like each other and want to be together. I really enjoyed their night walk though, it felt sweet to see two childhood friends so honestly talk about how they felt like they've drifted apart but that even though they've grown older, they haven't really changed at heart. Hideo visiting her frequently to check on her after her mother passed away was really sweet of him, he's so considerate.

Such a happy and talkative Hideo at the zoo lol! He's actually so adorable when he's talking about animals, I didn't expect that haha. Honestly, even though I'm as happy as Yuriko is that Hideo is always inviting her out, I am also worried about the fiancee thing considering he's been going to Yuriko's house lately and is now going out with her to the zoo and an opera too, people would definitely misunderstand. Hideo holding her hand in the crowd to make sure she's okay was so unexpected but cute. Ughhh I hate how their date got ruined, I didn't want them to face reality yet and not in this way that could affect Hideo's military career either. But I'm still really happy that Hideo prioritised protecting Yuriko above everything else. Hideo so genuinely laughing at Yuriko asking him whether he still wants to fly in the sky like a bird because he said he wanted to be a bird when he was a child is so adorableee. Yuriko really was a wild child lol, untying her obi sash to use as a rope to save Hideo when he fell into the water chasing after birds is just such a hilarious scene to imagine. Awww Hideo and Yuriko taking that awkward photo by the river was super cute! It's probably going to bite them in the ass later but I don't even care because they're so innocent and sweet, how can we not support their love?! They should run away together like Yuriko said in the beginning lol.

My heart broke when Hideo said he volunteered to go to war in Siberia. I understand his reasons, and it's true that it's probably one of the only ways for him to refuse the engagement with a lady from such a prestigious family without shaming his family but I hate it. I absolutely hate it. I love it that Hideo would rather go to war and believe in the off chance that he'll survive and come back and be able to marry Yuriko, showing how much he loves her and refuses to marry anyone besides her. But I'm sorry I can't do it, I'm too weak. If I was Yuriko, I wouldn't be able to bear the idea of the man I love going so far away just so we could possibly be together. I'd rather we separate and he marry someone else. I'd rather he live in sadness than die. I don't want Hideo to die. There's so many ways he could die. He could die on the way there, from the war, from disease and so many other things! I wouldn't want him to go even if it was in the modern day, let alone the Taisho era! I just wouldn't be able to tolerate the idea of him dying in a foreign place when he didn't need to go. It's just too heartbreaking. I loved how they shared a kiss as they bathed in the sights of the town together, and naturally, they gave themselves to each other before Hideo departed. I hated having to watch them cry at being torn apart and possibly never seeing each other again, but I also really loved how pure their love is for each other with one determined to come back no matter what and the other determined to wait for them no matter what. It's just depressing to think about all the people who have gone through this before and never got their happy endings.

Sawako seems like a great woman and I think Hideo would be happy with her in the other routes where Yuriko is with someone else haha. I think if he got to see the strength she showed Yuriko, he would be able to love her. Hideo defied military orders and came back because he found out about Majima from another officer. It's actually kinda funny though, everyone has someone that recognises Majima in every route, it's like dang Majima, you're really not good at hiding this are you lol. I'm so glad that Hideo is leaving the military, I hope he can pursue his true interests now. Oh wow, he's already been studying birds in his spare time and has already published papers?! Dayum boy! He's already set lol. I'm honestly so happy for them, the ending made me feel so warm, they'll definitely bicker a lot but they'll also cherish each other a lot and thinking about their future makes me super happy for them haha. I was mad on behalf of Yuriko knowing that she always has to follow along with Hideo to discover new birds species in all kinds of places and having to separate from their son, but I guess I'm soft-hearted like Yuriko too, because when he said he can't live without her and can't concentrate when she isn't beside him, I couldn't get mad at him, because we all know how much Hideo loves her and how he's willing to give his life for her, so I really believe him when he says that living apart from Yuriko is like living without air, he really might die lol. I knew the tragic ending would be Hideo dying in Siberia, but thinking about Hideo's wonky writing in his letters as he got more and more exhausted, and the crinkled photo of them by the river being found in his military uniform just made me want to cry. The other tragic ending was honestly tough to read. Knowing how straight-laced Hideo is but having to have an affair in order to be with Yuriko, and he can only meet her once a week, but be forced to face reality every time he sees her bulging stomach and the limitations to their relationship, but still be unable to let it go because he loves her too much, everything just honestly breaks my heart. Seeing Hideo go from angry, happy, sad and just keep going through those rollercoaster of emotions in a short span of time of meeting her just hurts. He knows he's terrible but he can't even stop himself because he hates how he can't be Yuriko's husband no matter what and that's just so painful to watch.

Overall, I really loved Hideo's route, definitely my favourite for now haha. It had everything I wanted for a love restricted by things like social status, responsibility, duty and a strong passion for true love. I've always liked Hideo so I'm happy for him in the best end that they're able to be together even if they got distant because of things outside of their hands. I loved how we slowly got to watch over Hideo and Yuriko go again from awkwardly talking to each other, reminiscing about their past to quite openly showing how much they love and care for each other. I loved how Hideo put in so much effort to visit Yuriko and take her out when her mother passed away, and I loved how they were like childish little lovebirds when they ran away to the river, kissed, had a fight and took a photo showing their desire to marry and be together forever. I hated how Hideo decided to go to war, but I loved that it showed how much he was willing to sacrifice just for the chance to be with Yuriko. It showed the depth of his love for her and how much he didn't want a life that didn't have her as his wife, which is why I can see why the tragic ending tormented him so, especially when he believed that Yuriko didn't try hard enough to be with him and just married Shiba. I loved how they're truly like childhood friends that are unafraid to share exactly what they think with each other but still show how much they care for the other. I really liked their relationship and I thought it was really cute and sweet. I wish I could see more of them haha!

[kikuism]

mariam time to turn the tables!!! fav jjk characters ??? fav moments from the manga? least favorite characters? thoughts on the manga vs anime !! 🤨

ok let's go!! this is going to be Long i'm sorry

wow it's been a minute since i was in my jjk phase .... i remember when it first dropped back in 2020 and completely losing my mind bc it looked So Good and i loved the traditional aesthetics in regards to the demons and domains and whatnot. it was such a new and exciting experience for me. i also loved yuuji. i also found gojo So intriguing during those first few eps, it's embarrassing but i really thought there was so much charm and allure with the blindfold but then when he took his blindfold off i was like HUH 🤔🤨🧐 all i could think off was that tiktok of people with blue eyes hfkshfh

ANYWAY. loved the series, was super into it, and then righttttt toward the every end i was suddenly like. so exhausted. couldn't summon that same passion for it in the slightest. it sounds weird but i think i ended up burning myself out with how much i was putting into it, making edits and even writing fic, and i just fell out of it all of a sudden.

a while later i decided to read the manga bc i didn't know how long we'd have to wait until S2. my mistake was reading ALL of it in one single sitting. this means that i remember very little from that binge and also moments that were supposed to be impactful just didn't hit the way they were meant to. i was really looking forward to the shibuya arc bc it's so infamous and i'd been hearing about it for so long, but it just didn't hit for me. but then again, i don't do well with reading shounen manga, i really can't make sense of what's happening on the page, it's just better with sound and color for me. so i came out of it feeling disappointed and wishing i'd just waited for the anime instead.

i think gege really got it with gojo and geto. their story is the most intriguing for me. gege has said he doesn't focus on character like he does on plot, but the character studies for gojo and esp geto are so fascinating. there's so much to unpack there. i like how young gojo used to pick on the weak and geto always reprimanded him for that, and now it's the opposite. and like you said, the fall from grace ... and the way gojo couldn't get rid of his body and that led to. all this.

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i'm looking forward to all the gojo and geto madness in s2 for sure!

another favorite moment that stood out to me was this one:

the panelling and the imagery is superb ... this is storytelling! and this was so satisfying too bc i'd been waiting for the Longest time for mahito to die. something about yuuji becoming so callous and quietly vicious also makes me sad.

another moment that stood out to me when sukuna refused to help junpei which led to his eventual death. that was so brutal and so cruel and that's the moment i realized sukuna and yuuji actually Weren't going to bond and become gradual partners like i expected them to at the start. sukuna is just pure evil. like, it was such an awful moment but it was so eye opening. i really wonder what sukuna’s end game is and why he's so interested in megumi in particular.....

OH! another moment i loved a lot was maki’s whole arc, actually. it was so good bc finally a female character in shounen has her own arc that actually advances and affects the plot?? we love to see it. i also loved how unapologetically angry she got to be and how she got to express it. i've never seen this in shounen before and i loved it.

i don't know if i have a favorite character in jjk, but the ones i feel strongly for are: yuuji (he has such a pure soul, and i think his juxtaposition with sukuna, who is pure evil, is so interesting and the way they slowly bleed into each other is so good), also i like how he parallels geto in a way

(cont'd) i also think gojo is quite an interesting character, everyone loves to clown on him but the fact remains that he's so traumatized from everything that's happened in his youth and i always feel like he's just so close to breaking down, he's been repressing it for so long but he's just going to snap soon. i love characters who hide everything under a veneer of apparent cheer and nonchalance but everything is actually so fucked behind the scenes. it's quite sad.

i adored megumi while watching the anime. i do love an emo boy it must be said ... also his demon dogs are cute. i loved how unfailingly loyal and devoted he is to yuuji. but lately i just. haven't been thinking of him as much. after so much time, he's kind of faded to the background while other characters have taken the front stage in my mind.

i like maki! i remember during the school tournament arc, i was head over heels for her, completely losing my mind. love how she's that powerful without a drop of cursed energy herself, the way she was just flattening everyone else. and then ofc, in her own arc after she goes on a rampage and all that, i really appreciated how she had her own time to shine.

oh you mentioned choso! his design is immaculate ... i once took a quiz that was like which jjk character are you and i got choso and it was like 'you're an eldest daughter' hgkshfjfj SPOT ON and also choso is an eldest daughter in my heart, he looks the way i feel.

but also i think it's brilliant how he calls yuuji brother, and i thought it was a cute little throwaway thing but it ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE NOW so that was a brilliant way to foreshadow

but now i have to mention a character that i thought i was going to love but i just....didn't really end up feeling that much for: yuuta. i was Ready to love him with my whole heart but it just ended up being a lukewarm feeling in the end. a timid anxious boy who finds people to care for and to protect and who grows stronger for it....i should have been all in. but his character just ended up a little flat for me. he wasn't as fleshed out as i would have liked him to be, but i know gege doesn't really focus on character as much, so that's probably why. i didn't feel an emotional connection to yuuta and his story just didn't really strike a chord with me, even though i do think his bond with rika is sweet and i love how he wears their engagement ring from when they were kids (stellar character design element!!) i just wish on the whole his story had been a little meatier, so i could have sunk my teeth in fully. unfortunately i just felt like it was a bit lacking for my taste.

for characters i don't like: well i hate mahito for obvious reasons hgkdhfhf so glad he's dead, good riddance. and that's it for characters i really felt strongly repelled by. also wait mechamaru was so boring im sorry hgjdhf

but what i do want to talk about is nobara....i think she's just okay. when people were praising her character for being so unlike a girl in a shounen series, i was like...hm. she's cool, sure, but where's her arc, what's her story, what does she want to do? there wasn't a focus on her the way there was for yuuji and megumi. i wanted something for nobara the way maki had her own arc. i really wanted to get a Feel for nobara's character but unfortunately i never got that, so she never really stood out to me. i keep wondering why gege just didn't do anything with her when he gave maki this whole entire arc that had actual consequences for the story as a whole. and with nobara's current fate, it's like.....i just feel like gege has no idea what to do with her and it's sad. like at least confirm if she's alive or not?? at this point it's just schrodinger's nobara tbh.

another thing i wish the manga had was more downtime for the characters in between these major plots. it would be a much needed break and give a sense of pacing and a chance to build character, but then again, gege doesn't focus on character so it makes sense why we don't have moments like these.

also....the explanations hgkshfjf that's why i stopped reading the manga altogether. i could not wrap my head around the culling game, there was so much text and i just gave up. i don't know what's happening in the manga anymore.

as for the manga vs the anime, i think mappa did an absolutely incredible job! it looks AMAZING and the fight scenes are amazing and such a treat, and so is the soundtrack. it was literally love at first sight for me, from the very first moment i watched the op in the first episode i was completely smitten. it honestly elevates the manga and makes for such an enjoyable experience. very excited for s2 even though i also feel so bad for these poor animators, i know mappa is treating them like garbage ....

okay last thought: i do Not understand the toji thirst. man looks like some kind of beefy rat....but maybe that's the appeal?? idk. but i am excited to see his fight with gojo!