#it seems silly but i am so proud of me

[gothamstreetcat]

Thank you to my lovely internet pal @kyliafanfiction for proofing this for me! <3

mundane things (and a crossword puzzle)

The sun shines perfectly bright through the large window above Wesley’s bed - where he and Lilah have been fooling around for much of the morning. Their bodies are naked, their clothes decorating the floor of the bedroom in various heaps. Their nightly routine was bleeding further and further into the daytime. 

“I’m really late,” Lilah stresses, rubbing her nose gently against Wesley’s. He can tell by the tone of her voice that she isn’t too worried about missing her morning meeting. “And in my line of work, they won’t just give me a stern talking to.” She remains pressed against him regardless, keeping the sheets that are half covering them warm. He can feel her heart beating against his and every time it causes him to wonder if what’s happening between them is a little too real. If things have gone more beyond just having sex.

Wesley raises his eyebrows, bringing a hand up to trace the curves of her back. Holding her closer if it’s even possible, to convince her not to go away. “Well, if you’d like I could give you a stern talking to.” She laughs in such a tender way and he almost doesn’t register the flutter in his chest over the excitement of her squeal when he pinches her arse.

“You could but…” she removes her body from his and the air suddenly feels a little cold, even as she settles beside him - stretching her limbs. She brings her hand up to trace the scars on his chest and he wonders if her manicure shadowing imaginary patterns on his skin is her way of knowing what’s between them is real. “With that accent of yours? I think we both know where that leads.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” he remarks, tracing his fingers up her arm. His thumb outlines small circles against her shoulder and she closes her eyes. “I don’t suppose there ‘s any way I could convince you to stay?” The sound of his voice aches with something he can’t quite understand.

Lilah smiles as she leans in and kisses him gently. “Why? You missing me already?”

She pulls away from him after a beat or two and props her head up by her elbow. They stare into the other’s eyes for a second, then two, three and so on. Lilah looks deeply at him like she’s searching for the answer. Something about the eyes being the window to the soul or whatever. And normally, he’d be put off and uncomfortable by another person’s eyes drilling into his, but things feel different somehow with Lilah. He doesn’t feel as though he has to turn away or look past her for a moment of relief. Instead, he feels some type of pull, to reach over and trace the shape of her face. Run his thumb over her sharp jaw and into the dip of her chin. He imagines she would lean into him like a cat wanting to be petted. 

He knows she wants him to admit it, say the words out loud, that he wants her to stay. She wants to know what he’s really thinking inside that big brain of his. But the words remain stuck in his throat, unable to be articulated on his tongue that now feels thick. The feeling is painful, creating a burning sensation in his throat.

Lilah, somehow sensing this, bites her lip. She leans over the bed, her head disappearing out of view. After a few seconds of listening, Wesley knows she’s digging around in her pocketbook. A few moments later she reappears with her phone in her hand. 

“I’ll make you a deal,” she says looking at him with all too familiar mischievous eyes and a grin before crawling overtop him again. “I’ll stay, but you have to tell Gavin for me.” 

Wesley doesn’t even think much about it before taking the phone from her fingers. She already has several missed calls and voice messages from work that he imagines are not pleasant. Then again, he thinks no one would dare be daft enough to send Lilah a voicemail the least bit unpleasant. He sees Gavin in her recents and rings the number. 

The trill of the phone sounds only once before Gavin answers. By the look on Lilah’s face, it’s clear she can hear the panic in his voice over her absence and it pleases her in a wicked sort of way. 

Wesley hardly registers anything he says before cutting him off. “I’m sorry Gavin, but Lilah won’t be in today. She’s still in bed,” he says, “and I suspect she doesn’t plan to be  leavening anytime soon. She assures me though that you’ll be able to handle everything. Best of luck.”

He doesn’t bother hearing Gavin’s response before he closes the phone and tosses it to the side, not bothering to see where it lands. 

“Well done,” Lilah commends. 

He leans up and kisses her passionately, taking her in his arms as she squeals against his tight embrace. 

They spend another hour in bed followed by a twenty minute shower that Lilah assures is for the sake of not wasting water. 

Wesley emerges from the bathroom followed by a remnant of heat and steam from the shower. He’s running a towel through his hair which has grown a little longer in the past months, beginning to curl at the ends. He leans against the doorway as he watches Lilah, who has picked through his drawers for clothes. She’s wearing one of his old Watcher shirts - white and a little wrinkled - as she slides on a pair of his boxers. Half the buttons are undone and even without his glasses and the distance between them, he still gets a good look at her breasts.

She catches him watching her. “Don’t worry,” she winks. “You can wear mine.”

If I can find them , he thinks, his eyes scanning the floor that’s covered in various articles of clothing. Not all of them are from the night before.

It seems very natural for her. Comfortably picking through his drawers and pulling out his things. Making jokes, unashamed about what they’re doing. He wonders how long they’re going to keep up this charade. How long it’s going to last without trying to picture how it’s going to end. He wonders if things have gone too far and ultimately decides they probably have. They’ve been doing this for months and it’s undeniable that each day Lilah Morgan gets a little closer in his life. A little closer to his heart. 

She steps towards him with grace, kisses his cheek and pats him on the arse before swaying out of the room. He watches her every step and the view of her movement does things to his mind.  

When she’s gone he finds a pair of pants and a t-shirt that hasn’t been worn to hell. Even though he’s showered he can still smell faint traces of Lilah on his skin, his clothes, and in his room. He starts stripping the bed sheets. Sheets that smell so much like her. Lotion with the faint aroma of roses and Chanel perfume.

There is a blouse that smells just the same that she tucked into his pillow some time ago. He leaves it, taking just the pillow case instead and their dirty clothes. In the hallway he has a stacked washer and dryer that occupies its own cupboard and he throws everything in before starting it. 

When he’s done with the laundry he goes into the living room where he can hear Lilah cooking from the kitchen. It’s an open floor plan, the kitchen having its own little corner neighboring the dining table. He leans against the archway that semi-divides the kitchen from the rest of his flat. The room smells strongly of sausages and coffee. 

He watches Lilah as she stands over the stove tending to a pan of sausage and scrambled eggs. Bread was sticking out of the toaster, waiting to be toasted until they popped. There was some water boiling in a kettle and beside that, one of his tea pots and a cup. Coffee was dripping strongly from a machine Wesley once worried would no longer have any purpose to him, but Lilah seems to make good use of it. 

Lilah has made good use of everything in his life. 

A small smile forms on Wesley’s lips. 

He turns from her without a word. Goes to the front door and makes his way to the lobby where he finds the morning paper waiting outside for him. By the time he brings it up Lilah is setting the dining table he also thought would not get much attention. She walks back between the kitchen and table, bringing napkins, silverware, jam for the toast, some butter, salt and pepper shakers, her mug of coffee and his pot of tea. 

“Sit down,” she says, pouring his steeped Earl Grey into a cup. The way she says it makes it seem obvious: sit down because we’re going to eat breakfast like we do every morning. 

He takes his place at the head of the table, his mouth upturned in a smile of surprise.  Shortly after Lilah comes carrying two plates full of the prepared breakfast foods. 

“Thank you,” he says, setting the plastic wrapped paper aside. “It looks lovely.” 

For a moment he sits still, unsure how to proceed. They don't do this. He can’t even remember that last time he had breakfast - let alone a proper meal. And where the hell did the cloth napkins come from? It dawns on him Lilah might know his own apartment better then himself at this point. 

He watches Lilah spread jam on her toast and add salt to her eggs. She stops, stares at him. 

“Is something wrong?” she asks. “Do you not like eggs? Or eat sausage? Or, anything really,” she teases, “because I would believe that.”

“Lilah…” he wants to argue but he isn’t sure what to say. She’s not entirely wrong. 

“It’s just that I’ve never seen you eat anything…” she forks a bit of eggs into her mouth. “Well except…”

“Lilah…” he reaches over and touches her arm before she finishes saying something that is sure to make his face turn red. “It’s fine. I’m just…” he isn’t quite sure how to explain how ridiculously hard it is for him to function like a normal person. How, the last time he actually sat down and ate real food with people was now so far away and so tainted. “It’s lovely,” he repeats. 

“Well, “ she continues, “I just felt after the night we had we could probably use it.” She winks.

“Right,” he agrees, letting her go and picking up his fork. He mimics Lilah until he feels comfortable. A bite of eggs following a sip of coffee - her eyes staring longingly outside the window. 

They eat quietly. Their utensils scrape against the plates and their cups cause gentle sound waves to bounce off the wood of the table. They can hear the traffic from below. There was a faint ticking from one of the clocks somewhere in Wesley’s flat. 

Some time passes, and eventually Wesley removes the newspaper from its plastic wrap; waiting for Lilah to make some snarky comment about how no one gets the paper anymore. She doesn’t, but when he looks over she’s got a funny smile on her lips. She’s definitely making fun of him. 

He folds open the front page to Los Angeles’s latest upheaval. A headline about the capture of a mass serial killer the police had been tracking for weeks. He’s claiming “the devil made him do it,” and if Wesley hadn’t spent his entire life going against the forces of evil, he might have been cynical about it. Beside it, a column about a bus accident; one dead and five others injured. There was also a small column about Wolfram & Hart but Wesley only skimmed it.

Another column seemed somewhat promising, talking about the possibility of vampires being real, but the further Wesley read into the paragraphs the less interested he became. To think, he’d spent his entire life being a watcher and studying vampires, helping slayers and all for some hack who probably still lived in his father’s basement to be spreading misconceptions about vampires. 

At the bottom of the page there was a small ad for Angel Investigations which he barely glanced at. 

The following pages consisted of more deaths, - nothing he could blame in Lilah's employers - the latest sports news and local politics; and pictures of the newest Hollywood stars and movie reviews which he would pull out later for Lilah. There was a snippet about motorcycles and the dangers of riding them. How you should always wear a helmet and obey traffic laws - something Wesley both understood and respected. 

He folded the news up and put it back beside him, his eyes starting to strain. He picked up his tea, something that had been a long comfort for him. It’s still warm. 

He looked over at Lilah with her bare legs crossed, sipping her coffee and half a piece of toast still on her plate. 

“Nice view,” she motions her mug towards the window. He’s never really noticed it before. 

“Nice day,” he adds, spreading some strawberry jam onto his toast. “Fancy a ride later,” he takes a bite. It’s something Lilah’s been asking about for quite some time. 

“On your motorcycle?” 

“Mhm,” he takes a bite of his toast and follows it with hot tea. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Lilah with a huge smile on her face.

“Well Pip Pip and Cheerio for me!” she exclaims, tapping her spoon on the edge of her coffee mug. Wesley nearly chokes on his tea, the hot water coming down his chin and onto the table. He laughs harder than he has in such a long time. 

“Lilah,” he says, trying to get a hold of himself. She’s laughing too, no doubt a reaction to his own hysterics. He grabs her arm, “that is not what that means.”

“Well what does it mean,” she’s still grinning, the last bits of laughter bubbling from her throat. 

“It means “farewell”,” he corrects. 

She shrugs, an innocent mistake. 

“You’re ridiculous,” he remarks, turning his attention back to the paper, though he’s hardly thinking about the LA news now. 

“I’m ridiculous? I once saw a video of you pretending to be James Bond while doing the most absurd strip tease I've ever seen in my life. Sorry Pryce,” she said slightly mocking him but with a gentle smile, “secret’s out.”

Wesley nearly chokes on his tea again, his face flushed with shock that soon simmers into embarrassment. 

“Hey, no worries,” Lilah reassures him, patting his leg. “It was very entertaining.”

He gives her a polite smile against the panic he’s now wrestling with in his heart, remembering how embarrassing that video tape had been. It felt silly to still be embarrassed and ashamed of how he used to be - even though that man was dead now. He had been embarrassed of himself back then and felt to curse Angel ever so slightly under his breath before he remembered his betrayal. 

“Hope it wasn’t for your girlfriend. Virginia was it?” 

“And why’s that?” He asks, trying to regain some composure. 

She leans closer with a feline grin. “Because I like to pretend it was for me.” She pinches his thigh and something about the gesture makes him want to grab her hand and pull her into his lap even if he isn’t sure if she’s being genuine or not. 

Wanting to change the conversation, he flips through the paper for the crossword which he gently tears out for Lilah. It pleases her, which he knows because he’s caught her several times in the early hours of the morning curled up at his desk filling out the grey squares. 

She jumps from the table and goes to find a pen. There is a clattering in the kitchen and  seconds later she returns, beginning to fill the paper out with ease. Wesley knows anything relating to the law or TV shows and movies she knows in a snap.

There is more silence until seemingly out of nowhere Lilah reaches out to him. 

“Hey Wes,” her voice sounds like it’s aching with some sort of deep regret. “About all that stuff I said, about you being Judas Iscariot… I was just trying to get under your skin.”

Wesley smiles slightly and wonders if this is one of her tricks. He turns her hand over and runs his thumb back and forth along a faded scar. Almost as if his betrayal to Angel was a burden they both shared. “No,” he muses, “you were right. I betrayed Angel. I’m sure he would agree with you as well.”

“Still, you thought you were doing the right thing,” she says, repeating herself from a time before. 

“Seems to happen a lot doesn’t it?” He turns blankly to the paper, thinking about all those times he’d fucked up. The lines of ink just blur together and he starts to feel lightheaded. 

“What does?” Her fingers close against his thumb. 

“Me, thinking I’m doing the right thing but ultimately screwing everything up and being a failure.” There was a pause. Lilah was silent. “You’ll get used to it.” 

“I just don’t want you to torture yourself about it,” she squeezes his hand before pulling it away. “That’s all.”

Wesley raises one of his eyebrows at her. “I thought you liked a little torture,” he remarks. 

“Only if I’m the one doing it. Or Angel, depending…” She starts running one of her toes along his leg. No doubt trying to lull him back to their current affairs. “And you’ve never disappointed me.” She’s got a wicked grin on her face. The one Wesley finds himself drawn to. 

Wesley scoffs, pinching the paper down to look at her. “That’s only because I think you get more out of this than I do.” He knows she’s going to respond with something sexual, it’s their pattern. 

“This what?” she taunts, bringing both her long legs up and resting them comfortably on his lap. They have a bet going. Should one of them be foolish enough to call their relations together a relationship , would then own the other person a dollar. Lilah’s money was on Wesley to crack first.

“You know what I’m talking about,” he sets the paper down and runs his hand along her calf. 

“A relationship,” she answers. 

His hand stops at her knee and Wesley looks at her, stunned. 

“Another word for liaison,” she clarifies. “Nine down. Twelve letters,” She etches it into the paper, and Wesley throws her legs off of him. 

“ An illicit sexual one at that,” he mutters into his cup. 

There is more quiet between them. Wesley sipping his tea and Lilah her coffee - clicking the pen and tapping down words onto the newspaper clipping. When Wesley looks up from the photographed carnage he sees Lilah with her feet tucked up in the chair chewing the top of the pen and for a moment he thinks he likes this better than the sex. Just sitting here in almost complete silence, watching Lilah in the natural Los Angeles glow; her hair tucked neatly behind her ears and her diamond earrings gleaming in the sunlight. 

He smiles, perhaps without meaning to but he somehow can’t help it; and it takes only a second for Lilah to catch him. She stops chewing, stares, and instead of taunting him, smiles back. 

Screw it, he thinks. 

He reaches over and pulls Lilah’s chair a little closer to him before scooping her into his arms. She submits easily and without hesitation, complaints, or protests - throwing her arms around his neck. 

Wesley kisses her gently and passionately. It’s the only thing he knows. His mouth on hers, their tongues slow moving. He knows the feeling of her body relaxing into his, hearing the sound of the pen dropping and the comforting feel of her fingers in his hair. They could stay this way forever. 

But Lilah pulls away after a comfortable amount of time. She bites her lip and presses her forehead against Wesley’s. “You made me drop the pen.”

“Should we just go back to bed?” His eyes were closed. Lilah’s fingers were still mingling gently in his hair. He thinks he feels Lilah swaying them ever so slightly from side to side but he isn’t entirely sure.

“It depends,” she murmurs. “What’s a word for “as the best of its kind?” 

“Parexcelence,” he replies, opening his eyes. Lilah is smiling deeply at him. 

She gives him one final kiss before leaving him cold and retrieving the pen. When she returns she settles back onto his lap, back facing him. He settles his chin in the dip between her neck and shoulder as he watches her fill out the squares. His arms lay around her waist in a comfortable embrace.

His eyes scan the clues of the crossword. Eight down, the vampire slayer. He thinks of Buffy. The clue above it says, a woman who practices occult magic and he thinks of Willow, wondering if maybe The Powers are trying to tell him something. But then his eyes fall on nineteen across, author of the Divine Comedy . Lilah already has it filled in, no doubt, what prompted her earlier apology. 

She fills out twenty-two across while pressing her cheek into his. Manipulation of a sort. Mindgames. He wonders if that’s what they’re doing, but he figures you can still play those sorts of games while being affectionate with someone. Maybe even in love. 

After a few more minutes Lilah mostly has the puzzle filled out with the exception of one word. She pushes it away from them before he can get a good look at the final clue.

“Do you want to go see a movie today?” Lilah loves movies. Her hands reach for the paper and find the movie selections. The first one being the new Star Wars he was intending on seeing with Gunn, though, that obviously wasn’t going to be happening anymore. Even still, it’s the first movie Lilah suggests and Wesley’s glad her back is to him so she can’t see the conflict in his eyes.

Her finger runs under another movie title. “What about Signs? It’s got aliens in it, and I hear it’s supposed to be funny. Might even get you to laugh.”

He scowls at her but she doesn't see and they decide to go see the movie in the late afternoon/evening. Lilah tells him he’ll be driving - no doubt a ploy to get more time riding behind him without having to ask.

Lilah insists on doing the dishes while Wesley paces back and forth between putting things back in their respected place and wiping the table. He also pours the remaining coffee and tea into each of their cups before setting the pots over to Lilah to be washed. 

Lilah is humming as she washes. Her hands rubbing back and forth, deep in the soapy basin with the sleeves of his shirt rolled to her elbows. He isn’t quite sure of the tune but he knows it means she is relaxed. She once told him there was something about mundane chores at the end of a long night that put her at ease. Somehow doing the laundry or sweeping the floor after dealing with monsters and demons (literally and figuratively) all day made her feel normal. 

Wesley takes the towel rag and thwacks the tip against Lilah’s rear. She jumps with a gasp before rearing around and splashing him with hot, soapy water. The kitchen fills with laughter from both of them before simmering back into a comfortable quiet. Lilah finishes the dishes while Wesley switches the wash from the washer to dryer - putting the dial on the delicate setting for Lilah’s clothes.

After everything is put away and tidy they wander over to the couch with their second cups of tea and coffee. Wesley sits on the couch while Lilah settles herself beside him, feet tucked into the cushions and her under his arm. She’s got the crossword and pen bunched in her hand while he flips through images on the television. 

They settle on a horror movie from the 80’s. Catching the last ten seconds of A Nightmare on Elm Street , just as Freddy pulls Nancy’s mother through the window of her home. Embarrassingly, Wesley couldn’t originally figure out how Freddy pulled her though the window so fast until Lilah explained to him it was actually a blow-up doll. Not only did she appreciate its older visual effects, there was something about it just being a movie that leaned into the more normal feeling she mentioned earlier.

When Wesley sets the remote down, his eyes glance to the only book sitting on the coffee table. Dante’s Inferno - the copy Lilah bought him. The copy she signed on the inside with a red pen. Love, Lilah. It never meant anything to him before, but now there is something about the way he’s here in his flat, and so is Lilah - who blew off an important meeting to spend more time with him. And she made breakfast and washed the dishes. She tucked under his arm and he isn’t unhappy about it. The inscription never meant anything before but now he wonders if it does, if things have changed between them.

Lilah leans over, setting her empty coffee cup on the table. She skims the last word on her crossword. Four down. She fills it in with ease on his thigh. He catches a glimpse of it before she folds the paper into a tiny square and tucks it into the pocket of his shirt. She yawns and stretches herself, laying her head in Wesley’s lap. He sets his cup down on the table beside him and runs his fingers through her hair in gentle motions - thinking deeply about the last answer to her crossword. 

Two down. Four squares:

Tender and passionate affection. Taken from the definition: a profoundly tender, passionate affection, often mingled with sexual desire , for another person.

The answer was love.

[bonefall]

Heads up! There is going to be a very long and detailed post about making sausages dropping in a few hours.

It's got a big red content warning and a readmore, so nothing is going to get gruesomely dropped on you, but make sure you add "butchery" or "cw butchery" to your tag filters to be extra safe if the idea of processing animal carcasses is upsetting to you!

It also has an image of sausage casings before they're scraped. I tried to whack the post with as many CWs as I can think of but I'd recommend "cw meat" or "cw organs" if you need them.

[energonnaccinos]

Mini-Bang fic post tiiimeeee!!

Summary: Marissa is barred from work for the mundane reason of accruing too much unused holiday time, and Thundercracker offers the perfect way to help the time fly by: Take a road trip! Or an air trip, in this case. And sure, she might be devoted to her job, but touring the world and getting to hang out with her biggest, most metallic friend? Not something to miss out on. Bring on the sun, the fun, and the souvenir stickers! Category/Rating: Gen | Relationship: Marissa Faireborn & Thundercracker | Additional Tags: Road Trips, Comedy, Friendship, Vignette Collection, Slice of Life | Words: 11,178

Featuring the lovely art by @lemonomelette !

[lovelyleech]

Someday I'll make setting people actually like and find worth engaging in even if its just going Cool! Once and never again but until that day I'm just kind of stuck getting really sad when I think of something cool enough that I get confident sharing it and then its just. Crickets.

[yichens]

as a person who has been here since we only had the vv mock trailer, who witnessed jimmysea get their first public events to promo vice versa, who sat here through all the hate vv and jimmysea got back then, who had to witness all the shit going down, and now seeing ppl praise last twilight so much and love morkday so much is truly, Truly making me so emotional

[arsenicflame]

i do think being unconditionally loved is an experience that can be so so healing actually. it cant ever fix anything alone but to feel loved and valued and considered is something that makes carrying burdens just that little bit easier. to trust that youre someone they think about when youre not around, because they tell you. to feel like youre someone important to them because they tell you. to feel safe in knowing youre not being too intense, too annoying, too much, because everything you offer is offered right back without a seconds hesitation. this isnt something i ever thought id get to have, but i found it when i wasnt even looking. and no, it still isnt easy. it doesn't change most things. but it gives you a reason to try.

[undermostcorgi]

the media which consumes your entire soul at age 12 will forever be a part of you. this is an unavoidable consequence of living and you have to accept this fact. no matter how old you get, no matter how long it has been since you last saw its smug face peeking out from the bushes as it follows you, no matter if you think you have outrun it for good and that you're finally finally safe and you hardly even remember it exists anymore and your brain knows a few brief moments of true peace, it WILL catch up to you in your moment of weakness. and listen you don't want to hear this but sometimes this is necessary for your mental health. you will on instinct want to reject it and run away again but sometimes. sometimes you just need to watch that old show or listen to that silly song or read that weird book again as an adult and it will hurt you a little bit in various little ways but it will also heal you a little bit. you can call it nostalgia you can call it connecting with your inner child or whatever you want but just listen to me it WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TOO AT SOME POINT AND YOU HAVE TO BE PREPARED FOR THIS (i am forcibly dragged off the stage by security)

[simplyender]

i know im behind on the sexyman polls but since i got to be exposed to him more do any jack skellington fans wanna tell me more about him? i only saw the nightmare before christmas once so im no expert but he seems cool and i wanna learn all the reasons why people love him!!

[midnight-rice]

screenshotting your tags Pav because they made me ;_;

my favorite emotion is when someone does something kinda foolish and all you can say is “i love you” in response

[kavehater]

If I had a genie and could make one wish I’d wish that romantic relationships and anything to do with falling in love would be completely eradicated from existence. Not only is it gross and weird, but it’s also fundamentally an issue, like you can’t tell me it’s anything feasible to yearn for or believe in when so many crimes hardships and negativity stems as a by product of love. I wish everyone was aroace and we sprout from the soil via mitosis but somehow we still have genetic variation bc it’s a unique sub section of mitosis where it’s a hybrid of mitosis and meiosis.

[narcissusneverknewme]

It's kinda funny but it makes me weirdly sad that my Dad doesn't care that I got my A.A.

I don't really care; I too, am not impressed at all, and I only got it as a side effect of getting my B.A. It arrived unexpectedly and without ceremony, so it didn't feel like much of anything... But it still made me sad when he just dismissed it immediately and moved on 😂

[spectrearia]

aaAAAAAAAAA IT HAPPENED!!! A PERFECT!!!

i was. literally shaking by the time I got to the end of this song haha i didn't think i'd ever actually get a perfect run omg i'm so happy 😭

[caffeinewitchcraft]

AITA for being proud of my job as a regional Nightmare?

My sister told me she’s making her own post and that if I was so sure I wasn’t TA then I should make my own so here I am.

I’m a regional Nightmare. I’m very proud of how hard I worked to get here. Not many terrors in their 20s get this high up and it’s because I do the work. I get up at 8pm and I’m out in the woods grinding out those quotas until dawn. Sometimes I sleep out there in my uniform just so I can be the first on scene for the multi-part jobs. I’m efficient, I’m punctual, and I’m committed. My goal is to be a Cyptid by the time I’m 30 and, to do that, I have to stay on at all times.

As a result, I work a lot. I’m often not home for days at a time. I have a very strict training regimen and my time for friends and family is virtually nonexistent. That’s why when I do get the time to hang out, I prefer to spend my time intentionally. What I mean by that is that I don’t want to sit on a couch when I could be lifting weights. I don’t want to chill in the pool when I could be volunteering for new scares. I especially don’t want to gossip over tea when I could be getting overtime.

Last Saturday, my sister invited a bunch of family over to her house. My job in the Virginia woods fell through, so I decided to go. Silly (her childhood nickname) said she had something important to tell the family so I thought it wouldn’t be a waste of my time.

Key word: thought.

When I got to Silly’s house, I was surprised to see so many cars out front. Our parents were there and our older brother. The house was packed. There were cousins, aunts, uncles and a ton of people I didn’t know.

At first the event was fine. Silly’s always been a good cook (see, I know you’re reading this, Silly, and see? I do compliment you when do something actually good) and everyone was really enjoying the flank steak (though I did have to save it before she cooked it medium well). But as the day wore on, I could tell people were getting bored. Silly and Mom were focused on cleaning up and said that dessert would have to wait until her fiance got home. Which was kind of rude to be late and I felt really bad for Silly. It seems like my soon to be brother-in-law (BIL for short) is never around when she needs him.

In an effort to help, I engaged some of the people I didn’t know in conversation because the party was getting a little dead and I didn’t want one of my sister’s parties to fail. I was trying hard not to think about the time I was wasting waiting for my future BIL so it also served as a distraction.

It turns out one of the guys was a fellow terror. He worked a corporate job and we talked for a while about the pros of being freelance like me. He asked me a lot of questions and I was happy to mentor another terror.  Corporate can suck the art out of what we do. My clients only care if the quota for their mission is met and don’t enforce such strict timelines. They come to me for quality. Poor guy barely had time to mend his uniform between scares (his cloak was tattered and his hook hand was rusty) so I recommended my tailor and blacksmith.

The guy and I exchanged information. I gave him my business card and he looked for one of his. While he looked, I felt nature calling so I headed upstairs to use my sister’s bathroom (like hell I was going to use the same one as my Uncle Joe). From up there, I saw my future BIL pull into the driveway.

 Being a regional Nightmare is a tough job. Like I said, I have to train a lot to keep my certification. So I thought it’d be a good idea to get a scare on my BIL both to punish him for being late and to make up for all the time I’d already wasted at the party.

So I waited for him to come upstairs to change and, when he did, I pulled out the works. I darkened the room and fell back into the shadows. Then, while he groped for the light switch, I stretched out my leg (I have an extra joint in them) and tried to nudge him. I honestly didn’t expect for him to trip and I DEFINITELY didn’t expect for him to fall backwards. I’ve been practicing this skill on my family since I was sixteen and got the leg extension mod and none of them ever fell like that.

My future BIL fell down the stairs. I panicked and raced over to look over the banister. He was fine! He wasn’t bleeding or anything and, when I saw that, I started to laugh.

Everyone freaked out though. They all said I was being immature and bullying my BIL. I told them it wasn’t bullying, it was my actual job. I said that I was just joking and didn’t know my BIL, a former “Cryptid”, would take it so hard.

My mom jumped in and backed me up, but my sister has always been the Queen of the castle. Silly and Dad kicked me out ( I mean, I let them, I’ve got enhanced strength and I didn’t want to hurt them). Dad called me a disgrace and to not come back home.

I asked him if he was really kicking me out just because I wanted to show off my skills a little? And he said yes. And Silly said I had it coming to me for a long time.

I don’t even know what went wrong.

 So AITA for taking pride in my work?

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SillyCreeper says: Oh my god, you actually made this post? You’re an actual idiot. For anyone who believes this story, read mine before you vote. My brother left out a few details like how the party was my GENDER REVEAL PARTY and that he’s not a regional Nightmare, he’s a  Slasher for hire.

OP replies: I am TRAINED to operate as a regional Nightmare. That makes me an independent regional Nightmare.

SillyCreeper replies: Regional Nightmares don’t steal failed missions from corporate Slashers

OP replies: Get your own post, Silly

SillyCreeper: Oh, I already did. Have fun being torn apart on yours, dumbass.

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I'm working on this anthology during November and I'm having a blast with this story in particular! The family drama keeps going on and on

[lyadrielle]

Skulduggery Pleasant was one of the first characters I ever created art for. It was also the first time I posted my art online, shamelessly tagging the author on Twitter because I was so proud of it.

In short, it’s partly thanks to this book series that I am posting my art online nowadays, so it seemed fair to do a little something to say thank you!

Since I now work full-time as a concept artist for video games, the character concept art format seemed fitting. :D

Thanks for reading my rambling and thank you for the likes, comments, silly tags, and lovely interactions over the years, and for many more to come, hopefully! Edit : I switched the last board with the correct version... I posted too fast and did not check it was the correct version silly me!

[love-belle]

looked for stars and i found a supernova !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which it takes a random song drop and a feature from a university student for their relationship to come to light.

or

for when it became true, opposites do attract. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!sargeant!reader

warnings - language

author's note - i am SO sorry i have no explanation for not posting except for the fact that i am now unemployed (i finished hs and don't start college till like august) and i just do Nothing the entire day. i love u all thank u for sticking around <3

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yourusername boys are SO stupid and it's so endearing and frustrating like u r such a DUMBASS pls let me kiss u on the lips (i did ❤️)

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username hahahah!!! funny joke babe!!! kids and i and our goat miss u ❤️

username and like just that my bisexual ass cried tears (i never had a chance)

-> username she's for the girlies every man back OFFFFFF

username going insane over this

username i know logan is in shambles rn like that brother is distraught

-> yourusername he hasn't stopped calling me i had to block his number

-> logansargeant UNBLOCK my number i am your BLOOD

-> yourusername fuck off i will call mom

-> logansargeant have you ever known sanity in your life

-> yourusername have you ever felt loved

-> yourusername sorry can u please tell mom to stop yelling at me it's scary ok

-> username she did NOT need to do him like that

-> username oh that was FOUL

username she's so pretty i simply cannot believe a man can rizz her up

username do we ignore y/n violating her brother like that orrrrr

-> username u are an only child it seems

-> logansargeant it's just that she's mean

-> yourusername go and drown in a pond since u wanna act like a silly goose

username why is charles in the likes he don't even follow her

-> username i have the most funniest and silliest theory and im afraid saying it out loud will send logan into early retirement

alex_albon evil laugh

-> yourusername i pay u ENOUGH. any more and i will have to involve my lawyer WHAT DO U WANT

-> alex_albon ferrari has exceptional pasta

-> yourusername ahahahhajaha what's that got to do with me u little clusterfuck of a twink

-> alex_albon oh! absolutely nothing!

-> username i am screaming what the fuck

-> username "little clusterfuck of a twink" OH MY GOD

username crazy how everything she says is so real idk if that's the fan in me or i am just way too fucking down bad for her

*liked by charles_leclerc*

username love love LOVE see this rep bc my man is such an idiot but it's ok cus he's my princess

-> yourusername YOU GET IT !!!!! he's my princess <3

logansargeant what are you doing

-> yourusername tryna slut him out n then build a lego set w him

-> logansargeant i always knew you would be the one to bring generational shame to our family what is this behaviour

logansargeant what happened to "if i ever talk to a man again i want you to be disappointed in me" ?

-> yourusername u were disappointed in me nonetheless fym

-> logansargeant i

-> maxverstappen1 i can tell we would be great friends yourusername

-> logansargeant no way

logansargeant what happened to BIOLOGY you were supposed to be STUDYING

-> yourusername i did study

-> yourusername his anatomy

-> alex_albon logan just deleted this app i hope you're happy

-> username Y/N PLEASE HESITATE

-> username CRYINF SHE'S SO UNHINGED

username the way i can feel logan's mortification through the screen 😭😭

username when will it be me

username love to see women in stem (seducing the enigmatic men) idk im proud of her i know she was crying abt not finding the love she read bout

-> yourusername this might be my favourite comment ever i adore u

username prophecy be looking a bit too permanent 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 who's gonna change it 🤣🤣🤣 i am on my KNEES 🤣🤣🤣🤣

username everyday i learn something new about y/n and everyday i praise the lord that i can exist at the same time as her

*liked by charles_leclerc*

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liked by yourusername, lewishamilton, maxverstappen1 and 2,629,916 others

charles_leclerc you're in her dms, i wrote a song for her in under a day when we weren't even dating. we are not the same.

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username CRYING WHAT THE FUCK

username oh my god is this real

username CRYING THE SONG IS TOO GOOD

username HIS VLOCE JIS VOICE HIS VLICE HIS VOICE

username going crazy rn what the fuck

username HELLO?????? WHAT IS THIS

username need me a man like this thank u

username too much unpack he has a GIRLFRIEND and it's Y/N

-> username HE PULLS??? HE PULLED HER???

username this is life altering

username shaking from excitement i cannot WAIT for logan to download instagram again and be Surprised

landonorris disgusting

-> charles_leclerc forgive me for not wanting to hide my love ☹️

-> username NAH WHO GOT HIM LIKE THIS

username "thinking bout her eyes every hour she's my wildflower" OH HE'S IN LOVEEEE LOVE

username his voice oh my god

-> username tears dripping down my thighs

-> username OHMYGOD

maxverstappen1 "we are not the same" thank god

-> charles_leclerc bubonic plague 🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠🦠

-> username nurse he's out 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

-> username nah who got him being funny

-> username DID PEOPLE SERIOUSLY NOT LISTEN TO THE SONG

-> username NO WAY THAT'S Y/N AT THE END

-> username "okaaaaaaay" CRYINF I LOVE THEM

username my life has been divided into before this song and after this song and im so grateful for that

username i think the most important thing here is who out of all his friends owns a toyota in which the heat don't work

username crying bc wdym charles wrote a song for his gf when they weren't even dating

username in love with y/n's voice at the end WHY IS THAT SO CUTE

-> username screaming i need this song injected in my veins

yourusername craaaaaaaazy how u never told me that ⁉️

-> charles_leclerc details details

yourusername cool song

-> charles_leclerc thank you i wrote it for my girlfriend

yourusername AHSHDHDJJSJSJAJS IN LOVE THIS WAS SO GOOD UR VOICE IS INSANE I LOVE IT SO MUCH

-> charles_leclerc THANK YOU !! ❤️

-> username they make me SICK

-> username calm bf 🤝 hyperactive gf

username the most important question is did logan re download this app

-> yourusername he did but then he saw this post, heard the song and deleted it again

-> yourusername he's just bitter i am bsfs with max before him

-> logansargeant disowned

-> yourusername my grad pic on the mantle BEGS to differ !!!!!! u are on the piano u have no room to talk

-> logansargeant i'm pushing you out of this year's christmas card

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liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton, maxverstappen1 and 899,527 others

yourusername got him to say he would still love me if i was a worm n now we go on walks and i point at every worm and say sorry i can't be her

tagged charles_leclerc

12,628 comments

username NO WAY THIS JS REAL

username i just want a detailed description of how they met and who asked the other out ☝️😞

username my roman empire the fuck

username the way their personalities crash when will it be me

username THE CAPTION IM SCREAMING

username the way she will never let that man know peace and i am so EXCITED

username she's so unhinged i love her

username LET IT ONCE BE ME PLEASEEE

username blocked (im laying on the highway tonight)

username the way i know logan had to be sedated

-> username my man did nothing wrong why are they torturing him 😭

alex_albon we're down one driver at williams

-> yourusername is it a good time to tell u that i recently got my license

-> logansargeant YOU FAILED YOUR TEST 5 TIMES FUCK OFFFFFFF

-> yourusername big emotions

-> username im cryinf what do you mean shw faield the test 5 TIMES ????

username LMAOO THE LAST SLIDE 😭😭😭 I LOVE HER

username parents dare i say

username max is not happy i can tell

-> yourusername i received a very strongly worded message from him yesterday and the only thing i could make out was that he's a bitch for charles like. a BITCH.

-> maxverstappen1 blasphemy

-> logansargeant NO WAY you're buddies with MAX VERSTAPPEN before ME back OFFFFFF

-> yourusername nurse he is out again 🗣️🗣️🗣️

-> username what are they doing to my boy 😭

logansargeant y/n please. THINK.

-> yourusername i did

-> logansargeant AND ?

-> yourusername he's nice i will keep him

-> logansargeant NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

-> yourusername god forbid a girl wants to date a questionable man

-> charles_leclerc ?

username crazy how this is the most random couple ever and we're instantly like PARENTS !!!!

-> username i for once love them like the cultural clashes we're gonna get heh

charles_leclerc my love please

-> yourusername my pronouns are she not her because i'll never be her 🪱

-> charles_leclerc stop

charles_leclerc and can you please tell your brother to hesitate before speaking? he just offered me candy and a dollar to break up with you

-> yourusername FUCK U I AM WORTH WAY MORE THAN CANDY AND A DOLLAR

-> charles_leclerc that is not the issue here

charles_leclerc pretty girl

-> logansargeant keep your thoughts to yourself you hormonal vulgarian

-> yourusername TIME OUT FOR U let my bf live

-> charles_leclerc this is how my life is going to be from now on?

-> yourusername are u complaining (threatening)

-> username i KNOW logan is shaking behind the screen he just called charles leclerc a hormonal vulgarian

-> username sibling rage takes people places they wouldn't go with a gun

username this is hilarious

username logan's likes on twt are mind blowing like what do u MEAN u wish the plague on ur sister 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

-> yourusername u should see what his texts look like

-> yourusername "you need an excoeciscism for the demon in u it might an issue idk" followed by quora links

-> username siblings ❤️

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liked by yourusername, logansargeant, carlossainz55 and 2,729,915 others

charles_leclerc silently working on our own little crafts in the same room tonight, queen? ❤️

tagged yourusername

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username CRYINGGGGG I HATE HIS GUTS

username LET IT ONCE BE ME HOLY SHITTTTTT

username they're so parents it's insane

username he's so relatable bc i too would be obsessed with y/n

username he definitely has one of those t-shirts that say "i ❤️ my gf"

-> yourusername he has one in every colour with diff fonts :((((

-> username GOODBYE

username need me a man who will sit in my general vicinity while we work on our own silly little crafts together

-> username charles might've just set a standard idk NEVER SETTLE FOR LESS

username that text.............im violently ill

username the matching rings wow god really does have favourites

yourusername wait a sec i got 12000% error on my scale

-> landonorris how do you even manage to do that

-> yourusername if u think women don't belong in stem just say that

-> landonorris STOP IT MY PR TEAM IS HUNTING ME DOEN FOR SPROT TAKE JT BACK

-> charles_leclerc shame on you

-> landonorris WJAT DID I DO

-> username crying they're terrorizing people for fun 😭

-> username we deserve this

yourusername fighting demons (a degree that i chose to study) to be on my phone bc my BOYFRIEND posted

-> charles_leclerc don't give logan more reasons to send me vaguely veiled threats

-> yourusername he does WHAT

-> logansargeant sending him links on how people got away with murder is HARDLY a threat idk why you're like this

-> username no way they got him UNHINGED

-> username 😭😭😭😭😭 he's so

yourusername MY BABY LEO 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

-> charles_leclerc i am right there

-> yourusername so is leo 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

yourusername are u mitosis bc i never metaphase as cute as urs

-> charles_leclerc i am too dumb to understand this but you are the prettiest

-> yourusername king i am so in love with u

-> logansargeant i judt tfeew up

-> yourusername leave me ALONE

username i hope all the happy couples break up (why couldn't it be me in a relationship)

username SCREAMING HE'S SO DOWN BAD

[bunniesanddeer]

Touch Pt 2

Alastor x GN!Reader

Part One

Plot: Alastor talks to Charlie about his problem, sort of. Then he settles the situation with Reader.

Tags: GN! Reader, fluff, angst, minor pining, short fic.

Word Count: 1,591

Touch Pt. 2

It was Charlie that came to get him. He had neglected to make dinner or even tell the others that he wasn’t going to make it that night. Charlie had knocked on his door, her rhythmic knock ever-so recognizable, and leaned her head just inside. 

“Hey, Al? You alright, in there?” He could see her eyes flit about, before landing on him. “We were worried about you.”

Alastor just hummed, disinterest coloring his face. He was sitting at a small table just across the border of the original room and his swamp, sipping a cup of coffee, and reading. 

Charlie, seemingly ignoring his clear show of indifference, stepped further into his room, shutting the door behind her. 

“Don’t worry about dinner. Angel begged for us to just order pizza instead. Something about ‘junk food healing the soul’, or whatever,” Charlie continued, making her way towards Alastor. Although her hands fiddled with each other, she kept her voice steady. Charlie was getting better at hiding her nerves around Alastor. (He could almost say he was proud, but that would be inane!) “Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Charlie said your name, and Alastor’s ear perked, on their own accord. “They mentioned you seeming off earlier, but didn’t want to bother you.”

“I can assure you that I am fine, dear. I don’t know what silly thoughts they’ve put in your head, but everything is fine,” Alastor said, trying to keep his smile wide. When he finally looked at Charlie, he realized she hadn’t believed a word he’d said. How ridiculous! There was nothing wrong! She should just take his word for it, and leave. 

“I don’t know. You do seem bothered by something.” Charlie made her, ridiculous, thinking face, before nodding to herself. She promptly sat herself in the seat opposite Alastor, and folded her hands on the table. “You should talk about it. It’s not good to let these things bottle up.”

Alastor nearly dropped his smile so he could glare at her. How absolutely ludicrous! He had nothing to talk about! And even if he did, he had nothing he would willingly tell Charlie. “There is nothing to talk about. Please leave.”

Charlie cocked her head, and narrowed her eyes. She said your name, again, watching his ears twitch. “This is about them, isn’t it! You’ve been acting weird around them recently. Always staring at them.”

Alastor gritted his teeth, trying to hold his composure. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“HA! It is! You would never respond like that if it wasn’t.” Charlie smiled smugly, and Alastor wanted to claw her face off. He couldn’t, but it was an entertaining thought. He could turn her skin into ribbons, and use them to gift-wrap things for Rosie. “Come on, what’s going on? You didn’t have a problem with them before.”

Alastor hesitated. He could try and pry information out of Charlie, if he let himself be a tiny bit honest. He sighed, and set down his book and mug. “Alright, I’ll tell you a little, but! I have a question first.”

Charlie gave him a suspicious look, but she acquiesced with a nod. 

“Why are they suddenly all… touchy with everyone? You mentioned some time ago that they don’t like being touched, but that seems to have changed, rather out of nowhere,” Alastor said, trying to keep his motivation for the answer hidden. He watched as Charlie’s face flooded with multiple emotions, before settling on something soft. He couldn’t tell what it was, but it made his skin crawl. The deer-demon hoped that expression had nothing to do with him. 

“Ah. Yeah. I meant to explain that when they talked to me about it recently, but I completely forgot,” Charlie sighed, brushing a hand through her hair. “They’re touch averse, but when they get comfortable with people, especially good friends, it’s something they start to… hmm what is the word I want to use… They kind of start to crave it. Touch is something they don’t get a lot of, so when they are comfortable with someone, they’ll initiate a lot of it. So now that they’re settled into the hotel, and know all of us well enough, they’re more comfortable.”

He had never considered something like that before. You would get lonely, wouldn’t you? You were a very outgoing soul, but sequestering yourself from others would get hard after a time, wouldn’t it? The more Alastor thought about it, the more it made sense. You had been there quite a while once you started to get tactile with the others. But still, it didn’t make sense that he would be excluded! You were always so nice to him! You sometimes sought him out for conversation. Was he too overbearing sometimes? Alastor’s mind slightly spiraled, the longer he thought about it. 

“You alright there, Al?” Charlie’s voice interrupted his mental descent with a rough jerk. “Does your problem have something to do with that?”

Alastor looked away from the princess, trying to contain his thoughts down enough so he could tell her without giving it all away. But the idea of you fearing him or something of that nature made his stomach churn. He couldn’t think straight.

“Then why not me?”

Alastor didn’t realize he had spoken until Charlie’s eyebrows popped up. “Oh. Oh geez.” Her face scrunched in guilt. “That might be my fault.”

A screech interrupted the soft static that played around Alastor. “What?”

Charlie’s eyes flitted about, uncomfortable with the weight of Alastor’s glare. “Yeah. I mentioned, pretty early on to them, that you also don’t like being touched. That sometimes you might touch others, but you didn’t like it.”

Alastor cupped his forehead in one hand, and glared down at the table. “Are you kidding me?”

“Ah, no. I’m pretty sure that’s it. They’re pretty good about keeping boundaries, so they might have been trying to make sure you were comfortable,” Charlie muttered. She cupped her face in her hands, melting into them with guilt. “I’m so sorry, Al. I can totally go talk to them for you. If I had known this was a problem, I would never…”

Alastor tuned out Charlie’s ramblings. This whole thing had been a misunderstanding. Somewhat. It was true, he didn’t like being touched, most of the time. However, he did not like being left out of things without being consulted! It should have been up to him to draw that line. Alastor huffs to himself, and decides he will simply talk to you, himself.

He abruptly stands from his chair. “Alright then! I’m off to go talk to the little darling! I will straighten this out myself, Charlie.” Without another word, or even bothering to make sure she left his room, he took off towards your room.

He knocks twice, and waits patiently. Alastor hears a few thumps, and is glad that you’re inside. Much better to have this conversation in a private place, rather than out in the open!

The door creaks open, and there you are! You smile up at him. “Hi, Alastor. What can I do for you,” you ask. 

Ha! What could you do for him? (What couldn’t you do? No. He wasn’t going to continue thinking.)

“Hello, my dear! I was hoping you had a moment, so we could talk! Hopefully, inside?” He gestures towards the inside of your room, and, although you hesitate, you nod. You open the door wider, and let him in.

“What’s up?” You ask. (He would never get over how strange slang and expressions got in recent years. At least he could understand most of them now. It used to be hard to understand younger souls).

“Ah. I was hoping to clear up a misconception that you might have.” Alastor leans down, leaving a few inches of space between your faces. Your eyes widen, just slightly, in surprise, but he is pleased to see you hold your ground. “I do not always mind being touched. I have, in fact, noticed you actively avoiding touching me.” Alastor leans back, suddenly, placing a hand over his heart. “And oh, does it hurt, dearest!”

He says it as if it’s a joke, (it isn’t), and it is, but he dislikes being singled out in matters as trivial as these! Your brows furrow, but you still give him a smile.

“Ah, dang, Al. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to exclude you. I just thought you didn’t like that kind of stuff.” You smile wider, your tone turning silly. “I’ll make sure to include you in all our group hugs now!”

Alastor’s brows flatten, and his ears pin back, just slightly. “Please don’t.”

Your eyes close as you smile and laugh. You take a hand and cover it up. (Alastor wants to pull it down. One should never hide their smile. He doesn’t, though). He feels a weight, that he hadn’t noticed, lift from him at the sight. 

When you put a hand on his arm and squeeze, softly, it feels right. He says little more, just a ‘good night’. When he finally deigns to make himself dinner, he lets the joy finally saturate his body. What a delightful feeling!

He enjoys the next several days, where he realizes how many little touches you give him. If he preens beneath them, or his smile grows wider, or his tail wags, no one notices. Much better that way. No one needed to know. 

Much less you, with your soft smiles, and happy laughter. 

Not knowing would always be the better option.

Taglist:

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ALSO

Thank you?? I wasn't expecting the response that I got from everyone! Thank you so much! I really appreciate it. I squee'd out loud when I saw how many people had read my silly little fic. Also, if you have left an ask, I am working on it, I promise! I just have a very crazy schedule.