#lemme know if I should delete this in the morning :/

[merginyourface]

Controlled Burn

WC: 1512 

Aether watches over Dew as he undergoes the transformation into a fire ghoul. 

Warnings! The themes in this are pretty heavy? I’m sure a lot of yall have read worse but I’ve never written worse and I don’t want to seriously upset anyone! Themes of death, decay, grief, etc. so forth. If that’s stuff that might make you upset pls avoid!!!!

“It fucking hurts, Aeth.” Dew says on a large exhale after drawing in his first full breath in what felt like hours.

“I know,” Aether says in the softest voice he can manage, running a free hand down his back, up to his shoulders, and over again. His own voice is tight, the ever-present burning in the back of his throat showing how close he is to losing it. But he can’t. Not while Dewdrop is here.

He crouches down in front of the seated ghoul and wipes the tears from his face. He was losing control, Aether could tell as the water slipped down his cheek, cascading over his jaw until it fell solid on the floor, splashing out. The quintessence ghoul watches the droplet on the floor, as if maybe if he could collect it, he could give Dew back what he was losing.  

“Fuck.” Dew’s voice cracks. It seemed like might have been supposed to be a scream, but it comes out as no more than a broken whine. He fists his hands into his light hair, grabbing at his horns as if he might pull them out.

Aether tries to pull his hands away from the mess he’s making of his hair, but Dew just pulls away from his touch and locks his hands harder in, curling in on himself as if he might collapse into nothing. He wanted nothing more than to collapse into nothing. To have never been, that’s how bad it’s hurting.

And maybe he’d vocalize this. Certainly, he would. If not for the nausea that burns so violently through him every time he opens his mouth, nausea so intense it makes his legs cramp.

Aether can see the way he tenses at the thought, “You need to breathe, droplet.” He uses the nickname out of habit and it pulls a cynical one-huff laugh from Dew. Aether picks up all he needs to know about what Dew thinks about the nickname now just from the laugh. He’ll have to be careful not to use it again.

This was the most responsive he’d been since the beginning of this. Damn them for making him do this. Damn Dew for agreeing. Aether knew, too, that this at best was the eye of the hurricane. He didn’t know how Dew was going to make it through this if it really was going to get worse again. He didn’t know how he was going to get through this having to watch.

“Dewdrop, you need to lay back down.” Aether tried to guide him back down, but he weakly pushed his hands away.

“I fucking can’t” He grits out, before picking up the small trashcan next to him and hacking violently. He coughs and chokes until something comes up. Aether’s stomach turns. It looks like slime but smells like pond scum. Dew takes a shakey breath, struggling to hold his head upright as his eyelashes flutter.

Quickly after, his eyes roll back into his skull and he starts to slump forward. Aether catches his dead weight and slings him back so he doesn’t crash forward. The pail falls forgotten to the side.

“Dew?” Aether tries, shaking the smaller ghoul’s shoulders ever so slightly. Aether calls his name, again and again. Because even as they went into hour 15 of this mess, he’d never passed out like this before. The longer Dew isn’t responsive, the harder and harder Aether’s heart seems to beat.

Heartbeat. He thinks, throwing his head down onto Dew’s chest. But he can’t keep still, he cant focus enough in the panic to hear anything. Does he hear anything? Is there nothing to hear? Did he give up? Is he—?

Bile rises in his throat. “No. No, no, no, no. You’ve gotta—you can’t—” He’s already lost so much. So many people. He can’t lose Dewdrop.

“Dew!” He calls, shaking limp shoulders.

“Dew.” He tries again, but it’s broken, borderline empty. And for a second, all the pain settles away. He stares blankly down at Dew, who’s gone completely pale. And he just…

He can’t believe it. Deep in his chest, he can feel the pain there. He wants to bring it to the surface. He wants to feel it. But, nothing. He feels like he doesn’t even recognize the sharp cheekbones. He doesn’t recognize the face below him without a sneer, a line of tension, a frown of annoyance. This can’t be Dew.

Delicately, as if he might fade into dust, Aether lifts Dew’s limp hand. He brings the soft, cool skin to his face and rests it against his cheek. This is wrong. It can’t be real. He lets go, expecting Dew to hold his hand to his face, but the arm just falls back beside him.

And in an instant, the pain slams back into him. Aether’s lip quivers as his lung coughs out a small, choked sound. Tears well up and spill down his face as his chest shakes and heaves over and over again. In the back of his mind, he’s aware that words are spilling out of his mouth in desperate gasps and pleas.

They had agreed to do this alone. Dew didn’t want anyone else besides Aether to see him when he shifted. But now, Aether felt like he was the only person left. Like the world was a desolate space. That if Dew was gone, beyond that door there would be nothing but shattered buildings and fallen trees. Brittle grass and raging fires.

All he knew, was that he didn’t know what to do. He felt like jumping up, running, screaming. He felt like breaking shit. Killing someone. Killing anyone who ever thought that putting this shit on Dew was a good idea.

But he didn’t move. Barely even a muscle, he wasn’t even sure if he was breathing anymore either.

He couldn’t hold himself upright anymore. Miserably, he collapsed forward, resting his head on Dew’s chest, trying not to think about the way it didn’t move. And would never move again.

He thinks he might lay there forever. Wait until they both turn to bones and the earth swallows them whole.

Eventually, the place where Aether touches Dew stops being cold. His own heat must be keeping him warm, and the thought is sour in his stomach.

That is what he thinks until the places they touch heats up even more, until a sweat breaks on Aether’s brow.

His head shoots up, analyzing Dew for any signs of… anything. He hasn’t moved yet but… has some of the color returned to his skin? Aether couldn’t be positive this wasn’t all some sick trick his mind was playing on him.

And he believes this, that it was nothing more than his imagination, until Dew’s eyebrow twitches. Quickly, Aether sits up and grabs hold of Dew’s hand again, calling his name.

And Aether was right, Dew’s skin was hot before, but burning up now. It continues to burn, to grow hotter and hotter until Aether can’t bear to touch him anymore.

Suddenly, Dew’s eyes shoot open and he tenses up on the bed. Aether is about to ask if he’s okay, as well as a million other questions but he never gets the chance. Dew takes a deep breath in and uses it to scream like nothing Aether has ever heard in his entire existence.

Aether does his best to try and soothe him, but even being in the space around him was growing more difficult as his temperature seemed to climb beyond anything he’d ever experienced. Ifrit had told him not to get involved in the process, to not try and fix the pain. He’d told Aether the Dew needed the pain or else he would never be able to tolerate his own flame.

But the way Dew’s skin was starting to dry, to crackle and split. It was making him sick.

Eventually, Dew’s skin went beyond drying and cracking as his screams and twitches continued. It darkened and darkened until it was entirely the color of ash. Dew began to thrash harder, breaking off chips of skin and leaving a new layer beneath it all.

He leaned as close as he could manage to Dew, using a façade of calm to try and comfort him. Wanting nothing more than to hold him and let him take the rest he needed while Aether cradled him. But it wasn’t possible.

The cloud of heat was so thick around him that it was like a force field keeping Aether out. But he continued to whisper everything he loved about Dew. Everything he cherished about their time together. Everything he looked forward to with him. Everything and anything he thought of.

That seemed to go on for hours until every piece of blackened skin had dissolved away and the heat finally died down.

Delicately, Aether laid a single finger on his arm, worried about hurting him. The skin was impossibly smooth and flawless. Dew shivered but didn’t wince.

And for the first time as a fire ghoul, Dew opened his eyes.

[glossysoap]

lil bodyguard stalker ghoap concept from my drafts and the discord <3 fem reader, dark twist. i also have a regular bodyguard ghoap wip that has no dark twist to it, lemme know if you want that as well <3

🏷️: @vgilantee @itzzjxlyn @msdevil333 @damnirina @wrathofcats @claymorexpunisher @krakenbabe @ghastlybirdie @luvecarson @blissful-bunny @mandalover2023 @undeadsthings @kiroshang @ivymarquis (if ur struck out, tumblr wouldn’t let me tag)

retired ghoap x reader where they become her bodyguards because she has a hunch that someone’s been watching her.

more than a hunch, really.

especially when messages start rolling in from unknown numbers and blank social media accounts.

“what a cute little dress.”

“that perfume smells good.”

“you should wear those boots tonight. it’s gonna rain.”

all messages referring to things you’ve never shown online, things that have never left your house. a new dress you just bought that was sitting in your dresser. a perfume that never left your bedroom. new combat boots that you’ve never worn.

after receiving those messages, you blocked those accounts and any other blank followers you had. you even contemplated deleting all of your social media accounts.

as time passed, you became even more paranoid. maybe it had something to do with the flashes of black that seemed to flicker in your periphery as you walked to work or from the store.

when you hired the two former special forces soldiers to protect you, you felt like you could finally exhale. they were so big, brooding and muscular. constantly armed and ready to kill for you.

so for your safety, they insisted on moving in to your apartment.

ghost was quieter than soap, but much taller and bigger. making him tower even more over you. he still wore his mask, sometimes switching it out with a black surgical mask.

to the everyday person, he seemed cold and uncaring. but the more they stayed in your apartment, the more you witnessed his warm, protective nature. his hands skirting along your skin as he massaged your sore muscles.

him double checking the locks on your door.

soap was a little bit shorter than ghost, but still taller than you. still bigger than you because of his muscles. he still wore that tight blue shirt and the tan bulletproof vest as him and ghost occupied your apartment. his hair was still styled in that fluffy mohawk, though it sometimes grew out long enough to be pulled into a hair tie.

soap was touchy. very touchy. it wasn’t unwelcome, though. his warm hand would press against the small of your back as you cooked, sometimes even wrapping around your waist. sometimes pressing a kiss to your forehead when he first saw you after waking up in the morning.

for some reason or another, their hands were always on you. their eyes were always on you. and you found yourself.. enjoying it?

everything seemed just fine. great, actually.

until you went into their shared bedroom to gather their dirty laundry.

it was there you saw polaroids and polaroids of you pinned to their walls. candid shots. shots where you were shopping. shots where you were walking to work. shots where you were walking home. shots where you were sleeping.

your bodyguards were the very same stalkers that they were ‘protecting’ you from.

©️ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

[madebysimblr]

Rowan: Alright, I'm ready to open. Where's Sorella?

Brittani: Uhh, cleaning the bathrooms I think.

Rowan: [sighs] Drag her out of there, we've got a pub to run.

-

Brittani: [knock knock] Els? It's time to open, no more hiding in the bathroom.

Sorella: [inhaling and exhaling deliberately] Yeah, be right out.

Brittani: You alright?

Sorella: Fine. Just been feeling a little sick.

Brittani: Like actually sick? Because girl, no puking in patrons food. We can manage without you.

Sorella: No I'm fine. [phone vibrates, Sorella sighs]

Text Message from: Alex 😘😎 Alex 😘😎: Hey, now a good time to call you? Sorella: No. At work.

Brittani: You haven't blocked his number yet? Really?

Sorella: I can't bring myself to.

Brittani: Hand me the phone, I'll do it for you!

Kai: Do what?

Brittani: She still hasn't blocked that asshole's number!

Kai: [tsk] Cortes, you happy to remain the other woman?

Sorella: Of course not! [phone vibrates]

Kai: Lemme see this.

Sorella: Hey give that back!

Kai: Well at least you're just giving him minimal answers back. You should at least change his contact name. He doesn't deserve any kissy emojis from you.

Name Change: Alex 😘😎 → Rat Bastard

Sorella sighs

Kai: There. A more appropriate name. I also threw in my number. Send me all the kissy emojis you'd like. Now come on, we've got tips to earn.

Sorella: You know, I think you'd really get along with my roommate.

Kai: The hot singer? Oh feel FREE to set me up.

Sorella laughs, a small but genuine one.

-

Envy: Damn, Sorella! Why didn't you tell me about Kai sooner?? Look at the size of his- Oh shit. Sorry kid, forgot you were here.

Charlotte: [laughs] It's ok. I've heard it all.

Sorella: She really has. Opal's parents can be so explicit. Hell so can Opal.

Charlotte: It's true!

Envy: What did I interrupt out here? Looks like a sleepover or something.

Sorella: Or something. Just talking about nothing really.

Envy: What kind of nothing?

Charlotte: [shrugs] Just future plans. I'm thinking I will go to SMPA. It'd be fun to get out of the Valley for a little while. Although, I don't think my mom will like it.

Sorella: Probably not. Aunt Grace would be on your side though.

Charlotte: She would be! I'll ask her about it when I see her tomorrow. She asked if you were coming with, by the way. I think she knows.

Sorella: [sighs heavily] I'm sure she does. Unfortunately I'm busy tomorrow. [phone vibrates, ringing]

Envy: Someone called Rat Bastard is calling?

Sorella: Let it go to voicemail. It's him.

Envy: Oh good you changed his name?

Sorella: Kai changed it.

Envy: Kai is such a catch. I'm hitting him up tomorrow, unless you want first dibs?

Sorella: [laughs] He's all yours.

Envy: You're a gem!

-

Voicemail from Rat Bastard: Hey Els, uh. Surprised to get your voicemail honestly! Usually this is a good time to call you… Anyway. I just have missed your voice. I got pretty used to waking up to you every morning. Can't wait to get back to that. I'll try to call again later. I miss you. I love you.

Sorella looking sad, but not crying. Deletes the voicemail.

[lunas-side-anime-blog]

Modern College Student/BF Armin Arlert Headcanons

(rewatching aot and damn I forgot how much I love armin.  someone pls put me onto some good armin fan fiction?  this boy doesn’t get anough attention honestly, lemme know if you guys want me to do anyone else, im thinking eren next?)

Pre law student

I think in the modern world, Armin would only look at his love for the ocean and nature as hobbies.  When it comes to investing in his education and making money to support himself and his family, he’d go into a major he’s good at just to be safe.  And that’s persuasive arguments, crazy attention to detail and maybe a little manipulation for the greater good so yeah…lawyer it is 🙂

Currently focusing on political science for his BA before law school

Shares a small apartment with Eren and Mikasa cuz they all looked at dorm life and were collectively like “yea, fuck that”

Armin and Mikasa are up first every morning, and they usually share a lil breakfast together before deciding which one should dare try to drag Eren out of bed

Has the best color-coded notes, the type of student to type into the chats links to resources he found helpful when doing the homework, pulls thru with the quizlet right before quizzes

Heavy on that study beats, listens to it even when not studying

Has canva pro and no you cannot use it 🫶🏻

Strict study schedule but he doesn’t go overboard like other honor kids.  He gives himself plenty of breaks and plans his workload so he can enjoy his weekends bc he knows he’ll be useless all burnout 

His Starbucks order is an iced brown sugar oat milk shaken espresso, sometimes with a blueberry muffin, boy likes his sweets

The Starbucks staff around the corner knows him personally and even have a lil crush on him since he's there so often, polite and always puts something in the tip jar (he may get a few free cake pops here and there)

Loves the sims and doing little legacy challenges, the type to get emotional when his sim gets married or has kids because he fr raised them

Deep into the lore too, has his theories about Bella Goth and hates Don Lothario with a passion

One time Eren deleted his saved family and Armin didn’t speak to that man for two weeks

Secretly loves fanfiction but only found family fanfiction bc it reminds him so much of his relationship with Eren and Mikasa. Soft spot for anything Harry Potter tho (proud ravenclaw)

I don’t think he’d smoke weed bc I feel like he’d be a paranoid high so it’d be more stressful than relaxing tbh

But he always trip sits his friends!  

Will go to parties if dragged along but the most he’ll drink is like a twisted tea or white claw and just kinda watch his friends get hammered like 🫣

The type of guy at the party who’ll get dragged into some drunk crying girl’s story about her bf and he’s just sitting there with his one drink, sober asf like, “omfg bestie! you need to dump him, like i’ll help you draft that text rn”

Smells like Johnson and Johnsons baby soap and like he’s so embarrassed about it but his skin is so sensitive he has to use the goo goo gaga stuff

Other than that he kinda smells like fresh laundry?  Uses too much detergent and dryer sheets so his clothes smell like extra good and he doesn’t wear cologne so yeah, hope you like Tide bitches✌🏼

Very loyal to the vanilla bean burts bees chapstick

Has a blue hydro flask that he always has with him, also constantly reminding his friends to drink more water

Totally has scared Eren by telling him about kidney stones and how the dumbass might have to just pee out rocks if he doesn’t drink sum fucking water.

Eren now takes hydrating v seriously :)

Most of his friends will go to him more than their actual advisor bc Armin is just much more helpful tbh and he loves telling them which classes or internships they should take.  

Actually prefers articles and podcasts over books bc of practicality and he already has to read so fucking much for school

But is lowkey one of the annoying ppl where like any conversation you’ll have will end with him like, “Oh earlier I was listening to this one podcast and-”

Has painted his nails a few times but I think he’s a nail biter so he kinda stopped after unintentionally eating so much nail polish

Secret passion for skin care, may or may not be a skincarebyhyram stan

Tried countless times to get Eren to at least wear spf everyday but yea, that bitch don’t listen

Mikasa does tho and they actually go to sephora together once every month for lil skincare hauls (baddie w her baddie friend)

Calls his grandpa everyday, even if it’s just for a few minutes bc he knows his grandpa is all alone now that he left for school and armin just wants him to know that he’s doing fine and making him proud

As your Bf

You guys probably met thru a friend of a friend, most likely you befriended Mikasa or Eren and they started bringing you over and eventually Armin would meet you

Bc in no way would Armin actively search for something romantic when his main focus rn is getting his degree but like damn you were just-

Wow

Anyway, as your bf expect literally so many forehead kisses

Kinda clingy bc he is indeed a scorpio, once it’s official between you two every night he’s like “so we sleeping at my place or yours?”

Bc why would you guys just sleep apart from each other?  

Armin fr forgot how to 

Fav cuddle position is you on your back and him with his head on your chest and arms around your waist

Bonus if you play with his hair and whisper sweet nothings by his temple

I’m on team soft dom armin, boy is a ppl pleaser for sure but still a dom

He’s pretty vanilla and heavy on praise, but if you want him to go hard and degrade you or manhandle you, he would as long as you guys set up a safeword first

His post nut clarity would hit hard tho and he would be so afraid you saw him as some sort of sexist pig afterwards

“WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG, IN NO WAY DO I CODONE-”

“Babe chill all you did was spank me.”

If you have a vagina, he is like super educated on the anatomy🤓

Fr makes you pee after sex

Washes his hands before fingering you and you’re just sitting there trying to stay in the mood like “😀”

Tbh the only things I think would be off the table for Armin is anything unhygienic or like anything involving other ppl bc boy is too insecure and possessive for anyone else to be seeing you like that

Sex on the beach isn’t happening either.

If you try to convince him he would just be like,”Sand will end up everywhere (y/n)!  Honestly, it’s like you WANT a yeast infection!”

Having a pre law bf is literally having your own attorney at your beck and call

If you have a problem with a teacher for example, Armin would fr hop on a call with the college and be like “sweetie, who was the head of your department again?”

Next thing you know the poor teacher is fired lol

Can and will fight all your battles

The perfect study buddy, like he'll make flashcards for you without you even asking or telling him what the next test was about?

You never have to edit or revise your essays again, Armin is just proud that you wrote it all out, he’ll take care of it from there so all you have to do later is submit

Armin made one day of the week your guys’ date night and literally someone would have to die in order for him to reschudle bc the boy takes it sooo seriously

Literally Eren can call from the hospital and Armin will just be like “you know what day it is?  Right, it’s Thursday.  Which is date night for me and Y/n.  So unless that broken arm turns into organ failure, don’t call me!”  

Date nights are museums, cafes, planetariums, sometimes you guys will even take a class together

But honestly, the best dates are the ones you guys have at home bc he likes just having you all to himself

Boy is jealous, but more so possessive

Like, it takes a very certain action to piss him off enough to act outwardly bitchy

Boys can make you laugh, they can compliment you, they can try to impress you

But if a boy were to try to protect and care for you?

Armin will snap

Thats literally his job and he sees it as a threat

Will go out of his way to make the dude look really incompentent.

Your study partner brought you a snack bc they know you missed breakfast?

“Y/n doesn’t like that brand, it hurts their tummy.  Maybe you should ask before just shoving whatever in their face😒”  

Its cold out and some guy offers you their jacket?  

“Woah there, prince charming, I don't think your 10 dollar Old Navy hoodie is gonna cut it. Darling, why don’t we head inside and get you a hot drink? 😇”  

A guy friend stops by with some medicine bc he heard you were at home sick?  

Armin’s there at the door like, “My baby’s immune system is really weak right now, the last thing they need is strangers just coming over and making them sicker.  How thoughtless are you?🤬”

Fights don’t really happen bc Armin is so good at de escalating situations, he’s also just such a simp for you that you’ll always gets your way

The only fights he won’t back down from are the ones where he feels like your safety is at risk

Over his dead fucking body would you do anything even remotely dangerous

This is where I see manipulative Armin.  He’d use his skills to convince you that you didn’t even care about what you were arguing for in the first place

At first he might feel a little guilty but after realizing you’re objectively safer from his manipulation, he doesn’t feel as bad

Kinda yandere tbh, but really soft and not dangerous

Your location should always be on tho☺️

Fav Nicknames for you: darling, baby, princess/prince

Songs that fit the vibe: Turning Page by Sleeping At Last, Bad Habit by Steve Lacy and As The World Caves In by Mat Maltese 

“Yes, it’s you I welcome death with, as the world caves in.”

“Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart.”  

“Thought you were too good for me my dear, never gave me time of day my dear.” 

[wanderfan2000]

The Depression - WanderFan2000′s Side of The Story

Before I get started with this, I need to say for the sake of my viewers. What I’m about to talk about is MY side of this Tumblr drama that’s been going on around here regarding me and my love for the Wander Over Yonder episode, “The Lonely Planet”.  Keep in mind when I first read the post, I felt depression, flabbergasted and shock all take me over. I couldn’t shake it off and it still continues to take me over this morning. So, without further ado, let’s begin with…

“Why do I have depression?” you might ask. Well, I’ll explain…

I was looking at the “Wander Over Yonder” tag like I always do when I came across a post written by a fellow tumblr blogger, it involved a question with highlighted words as I clicked on it, I never thought I’d find myself in the MIDDLE of a Tumblr drama war.

The story in particular was all about my countless obsession with “The Lonely Planet.” It even included pictures of questions I told some other WOY fan about the episode and how I wanted them to draw fan art of the episode. Then I started reading more, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing… 

The blogger was explaining how the lonely planet artwork, the questions, everything related to said episode was basically just a giant huge pot of NSFW content and many other things. I didn’t quite understand it, but once I did, shock and depression took over my body. 

Now that I’ve gotten the backstory out of the way, let me explain MY SIDE of the story…

First of all, everyone should know that I would NEVER in my lifetime do ANYTHING to harm Wander, he’s a character who I love and will love forever. I clearly don’t understand why on earth the Wander fandom wants to go against me, especially after seeing what I have been doing regarding my fan artwork of a sentient talking planet we’ve only seen in ONE episode and especially, the thing about me not giving a hoot about the opinion! 

But there’s no need to attack me or say anything about it. Just because I’m obsessed with an episodes of Wander that involve him getting captured by a lonely, sentient planet who ties him up with plant vines DOESN’T mean that I obsess with these episodes MORE than the entire series. I love the WOY series as a whole, each episode is unique and special in their own way, plus I always get a laugh out of a lot of them.  Now, lemme talk about my art work of Wander and Janet: 

One thing I’d like to point out that whenever I draw Wander and Janet together nowadays, I draw them as Forever Friends. Because I like to think that Janet enjoys loving over Wander as a friend rather than trying to force him to love her. NTM, she has Maurice as her husband now.  Now I understand that a lot of folks aren’t fans of the whole “plant vines tying around Wander’s wrists ofc, many of them aren’t fan of the vines touching his face ether”. In fact, in a deleted storyboard, there was going to be a scene where Wander was completely surrounded by plant vines. It even mentions that the vines were going to be stroking his face. This never made it into the final episode, tho. Thank grop, I can’t even imagine what the fandom would’ve done with THAT. 

But anyway, the plant vines in all my fanart for this episode aren’t stroking Wander at all, they are cuddling him sweetly. (Well, in Janet’s defense.) Because the vines love him just like Janet loves her forever friend. 

Yes, I know it’s a lot to take in, but I wanted to express my feelings for what I do whenever I draw fanart for Janet. 

Listen, guys, I apologize for any convenience that my artwork, questions and screenshots centered around this episode have made you all uncomfortable. But you need to keep in mind that it is still based on the episode with a different twist: Janet is now obsessed with having Wander as her FRIEND, NOT keeping him as her lover. I mean, sure, I draw artwork based on what happened in the actual episode, but it’s fun to draw something different that Janet can obsess with Wander.  The thing is I don’t want you to view me as a bad person, especially someone who you think is obsessive with fetish. But I am NOT OBSESSED WITH ANY OF THAT! I don’t want to draw A N Y T H I N G that could cause a problem in the fandom. 

Also, the artwork that I draw of The Lonely Planet in particular, talking about it, screenshots I share, I keep all of this FRIENDLY! I don’t want them to be viewed as “NSFW” content because I would NEVER do anything to upset you guys out there, you are all my FRIENDS and I LOVE all of you! 

So, please, don’t block me just because of my obsession. I’m a friendly person who wants to love everyone I meet on here. I’m sorry if the thing I did made everyone upset and uncomfortable. I won’t do it again. 

- WanderFan2000 

[akaridream]

after dark pt. 2: rooftop (hawks x reader)

tags: hawks x reader

cw: cursing, hawks is a flirt, afab reader, mentions of drugs/alcohol, smut in later chapters

taglist: @inkthgoat ​ @pnsduck @mysideeffectsofyou

masterlist

You nearly cried when you saw half a million yen in your bank account Saturday morning. You spent a few extra minutes in bed, grinning at the ceiling and thanking the kami for Hawks. You couldn’t help but think of the smile in his voice and the playful spark in his eye. I should thank him again, you thought. You reached for your phone just as a text came through.

Hawks: morning! the transfer should have gone through by now, lemme know if you got it

You: Yes, I got it. Thank you again, the amount is extremely generous for three weeks. I hope my work lives up to it

Hawks: i’m sure you’ll be worth it :) so for monday, i was thinking we should meet up near the psc hq with enough time for you to give me a quick crash course on taking photos for evidence. I’ve got an ear piece for you too, so we can be in constant contact while we’re spread out

You: Yeah we can do that. Do you have a DSLR?

Hawks: lol what is that

You: Are you serious

Hawks: nah haha its the 21st century, i know what a digital camera is :D i don’t have one though

You: omg good grief Hawks

You: Most cell phones can take pretty good pics these days, so I’m sure yours will be fine. Or I can teach you how to work the SLR and I’ll use my phone since I know what I’m doing

Hawks: ooo I kNoW wHaT i’M dOinG

You: Wow, the attitude. I could always just take your money and run

Hawks: could you tho? i bet i could track you down

You: I could go off the grid and you’d never find me

Hawks: eh, you’d get bored and lonely. plus i have my ways

You: Maybe bored, but I doubt I’d get lonely. Snowy owls are solitary

Hawks: not always ;)

You couldn’t help but blush. His cheeky banter made you wonder how he could be so comfortable with someone he just met. You crafted, then deleted, then rewrote, then deleted your reply again, trying to find the line between professional and playful. He was right, after all, and spring was on its way.

You: I should have known you were going to be a handful, Hero.

Hawks: ;) ;) ;)

You rolled your eyes and blushed again. Goofball, you thought. You just might reciprocate the flirting, once your work was done.

You: Text me when you have something important to talk about, Bird Brain

Hawks: aw c’mon, i’m just teasing ya

Hawks: how does 3:30p monday at the family mart a block east of the psc sound? we can grab some snacks, hang out on the rooftop and take some practice shots

You: No offense, but you kind of attract attention, so going anywhere in public in the light of day with you is going to be a no for me. Nighttime shooting is more involved than shooting in full daylight, that’s when I think we’ll need to practice. How about tomorrow after sundown?

Hawks: you just can’t wait to see me, huh?

Hawks: but yeah, I can make that work. same place, 8p tomorrow. and i’ll grab snacks beforehand, all by my lonesome :’( what kinda stuff you like?

You: Sounds good to me. Nothing spicy. Other than that I’m really not picky. Something salty and something sweet I guess

Hawks: no spice? bummer

Hawks: i’ll hook you up tho. see you then!

You felt childish sitting on the roof with your feet overhanging the side of the stories-high building downtown Fukuoka. The busy street below bustled with life, but no crimson feathers to speak of yet. Your stomach was convinced you were on a roller coaster, slowing ticking up and up and up towards the crest of a great drop. No professional dealings had ever gotten you in knots like this.

What if I’m a bad teacher? What if he’s a total moron and doesn’t understand anything I say? What if I trip over my words? What if I forget something super important and his photos turn out horrible? What if he forgets to take off the lens cap?

Your anxiety and the bracing breeze sent a chill through you. You pulled your thumb sleeves tighter over your knuckles. Cold weather was your comfort zone, but something in the air felt… Different.

You pulled your camera bag onto your lap and fiddled with the settings. The night cityscape from the top of the building made for a nice shot, and it might ease your nerves to practice what you wanted to say in your mind before Hawks arrived. You stood, knelt, leaned, trying to get the composition just right when you sensed a presence behind you.

“Ayo! Getting started without me?”

“Geez, tell the entire neighborhood we’re up here!” you griped, turning off your camera.

Hawks laughed, took off his flight goggles and slid his headphones off to hang around his neck. “Not like we’re doing anything nefarious up here anyway! How ya been?” he asked, sitting down to lean against the half wall ledge next to you, konbini bag in tow.

“Fine, just getting a couple shots of the skyline,” you said before stowing your camera. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know. Same old stuff, chasing cliche thieves and villains. Come check out what I got for ya. Whatever you don’t like I’ll be happy to eat. Cool jacket by the way. Custom made?”

“Oh, this?” you gestured. “I modified it myself actually. All I did was take some cheap track jacket, cut a hole in the back and surged the edges. Well, and I dyed it black.”

“Let me see the back,” he asked, gesturing for you to turn around. You turned shyly, spreading your wings out to compliment the work you’d done. Hawks smirked, impressed. “Very nice. You sew then?”

You tucked your wings back in and sat next to Hawks. “I like to make or modify stuff for my wings at least. Tailors are expensive, plus sometimes I get the itch to do creative stuff.”

“That’s really cool. I may have to commission you for some of my ideas!” he said, pulling out a veritable buffet of konbini goodies. You chuckled.

“Geez, are we expecting guests?” You grabbed a pack of umaibo, one of your favorite crunchy snacks.

“Nah, I’m just a growing boy! Hero work burns a lot of calories, and I haven’t had a break since lunch!” he said as he tore into a famous Famichiki. He offered a second to you. “Saw these right next to the register and couldn’t pass ‘em up. Something about konbini fried chicken warms the soul, ya know?”

You took it, smiling. “These remind me of middle school.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “How so?”

“There was a Family Mart between school and home, I used to grab them all the time,” you said. “Glad you don’t mind being a cannibal.”

He laughed. “Right? People call me that all the time! We can’t help that we’re birds of prey!” His laughter warmed you. Or was it the hot food?

“I always wonder what school was like,” Hawks continued. “I was home schooled. Well, sort of. I never went to regular school at least.”

“You didn’t go to UA?” you asked. “I thought that was pretty much a requirement for pro heroes.”

He shook his head. “Nope, not for me at least. I might have liked to go there, but…” He looked into the distance. “Growing up wasn’t the best for me.”

You tilted your head and looked at him. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

He shrugged and sighed. “Eh, s’just how it is. Things are good now. I’m glad I don’t have to worry about stuff like where meals are gonna come from anymore, you know?”

You frowned. “Damn, it was that bad? I hate that.”

He polished off his chicken and stole some umaibo from your open bag. “Yeah, it was shitty but it didn’t last forever. But enough about me anyway. What’s your family like?”

“Mom was pretty quiet and Dad was super busy, so pretty typical family, I guess. Although I do have a twin brother.”

“Ooh, that’s cool. Where do they all live?”

“Up in Hokkaido,” you said, stealing back your umaibo.

“Damn, that’s far. Anywhere near Sapporo?”

“Mom’s near Date where I grew up, a couple hours southeast of Sapporo. Don’t really know where my dad is these days, and my brother’s way out in the middle of nowhere. He hates the city even more than me.”

“You hate the city?” he asked, leaning towards you.

You nodded. “Too much going on. The noise, the lights, the swarms of people… It’s a lot. My hometown was pretty quiet but there was no opportunity for work there. Sapporo would have been alright probably but… I just wanted a big change I guess, so I picked Fukuoka. So here I am, just trying to cope with my quirk.”

You surprised yourself with how much you said, chalking it up to Hawks’ comforting presence and being a good listener.

“Crazy that you moved across the whole country. Does your brother have a similar quirk?”

“Yep, almost exactly the same. His wings are pretty much pure white, almost no speckles like I have.”

“Ah, interesting,” he said. “You guys close?”

You gave a cynical chuckle. “Definitely not. I’m not really close with anyone.”

He tilted his head. “Not with anyone? Really?”

You shrugged, trying to avoid his eyes.

“No best friend?” he asked.

“When I was in school. But not anymore.”

“No boyfriend?” he asked incredulously.

You laughed darkly. “No, definitely not.”

Hawks furrowed his brow but smiled playfully. “You mean you’re not a total ball-busting heart-breaker?”

You snorted. “Hell no. Try chronically single.”

He chuckled. “I may be high on the public approval charts, but I’m afraid I suffer that fate too.” He tossed you some Winter Melty Pocky. “My excuse is that I’m always too busy, but I wouldn’t mind making time for someone special. Maybe someday when things settle down and villains don’t run the streets some angel will sweep me off my wings.” He had a wistful look in his eyes as he tore through another snack.

“Yeah, I guess I wouldn’t mind that either,” you said.

Your mind drifted back to your middle school days as you opened the Pocky. Your first kiss had been stolen by a rambunctious boy in your class who was dared to play the Pocky game. The popular girls turned him down, but you, not knowing the true intention of the game, waited patiently with the biscuit in your mouth. As his lips crashed against yours, you were confused, not lovestruck as you wanted your first kiss to be. The only kiss since then was a brief make out session at the only college party you ever attended. He tasted of cheap beer and tobacco, a combination that still makes your stomach turn. You never spoke again once winter break arrived, but at least the occasion was consensual.

As you munched on the bitter chocolate, you wondered what Hawks might taste like. You caught yourself and squeezed your eyes shut. Am I insane? I just met this guy two days ago!

“So, the other day you said you don’t trust heroes. Any particular reason why?” Hawks asked.

Your face grew tense. “A few. The hero market is pretty over-saturated these days.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, that might be true. But how does that affect your trust in them?”

You crossed your arms. “I’m not convinced there’s enough crime to go around. I think a lot of them probably take care of a couple high-publicity jobs and go home after an hour’s work.”

Hawks eyed you. “Have you looked at crime statistics recently?”

“Not since college.”

“You might be surprised at them. I’m not trying to say you’re wrong, but crime rates have changed a lot with quirks getting more common.”

“Yeah, and while quirks are a fine explanation for the crime increase and the overabundance of heroes, I’d rather it be police stopping crime. Doing it for the notoriety defeats a lot of the purpose in my eyes.”

“What’s the difference though?” Hawks asked, turning towards you. “Isn’t it good that crime gets stopped, period?”

You shook your head. “Doing something good just because you know people are watching? Seems a little hollow. To me, it’s more about integrity. Heroes should work behind the scenes more and focus on doing the right things when no one is looking.”

He nodded. “I completely agree. So how do you know they aren’t already doing that if all you see are their TV appearances?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but once you met Hawks’ golden eyes, your words died in your throat. Damn, you thought. He’s exactly right. He seemed to know it too, but he didn’t boast. He only continued to search your eyes, his lips upturned in a soft smile.

“So, what do I need to know for your camera?” Hawks asked as he opened a bag of spicy chips.

“First thing, you had better not get any of that spicy dust on it, or I’ll toss you off the roof,” you quipped. You might not mind a touch of spice, if it came from his lips.

“Your threat would be scarier if I couldn’t fly,” he said, attempting to steal one of your Pocky sticks. You swatted the back of his hand playfully.

“Uh-uh, if you wanted some Pocky you should have gotten two, bird brain,” you said, pulling out a stick and waving it to tempt him. “These are my favorite.”

Hawks pouted. “Aw, but spicy chocolate is so good!”

You briefly thought of putting the biscuit between your teeth to tease him with it, just like the old Pocky game, but you could never work up the nerve to be so bold. Instead, you held the stick in front of his mouth and rolled your eyes.

“Geez, if you’re gonna whine about it.”

“You sure?” he asked, holding your eye contact. You rested the Pocky against his lips. He smiled and gently bit the biscuit in half, then chased it with a spicy chip, then ate the other half of the Pocky. He hummed in delight as he licked the flavored dust off his fingers. You scrunched up your nose.

“That is so gross,” you said, laughing.

“Mm, the chocolate on those is even better than the regular ones! Definitely a good combo. You sure you don’t wanna give it a try?”

“Absolutely not, especially after you just licked your fingers!”

He gave a menacing smile and extracted a chip from the bag, loaded with spicy dust. “Come on now, just one won’t kill you.”

“Ugh, no way!” You pushed his arm away, giggling. He easily overpowered you and brought the chip dangerously close to your face. “That smells like fire, oh my gosh Hawks!”

You playfully shoved at each other, laughing as you tried to get the diabolical chip as far away as possible. Hawks feigned weakness and you grabbed his wrist, aiming the chip back towards his mouth. He chomped it, then lunged for you Pocky, snatching it out of your hand.

“You cheater!” you squealed, grabbing his other wrist and struggling with him for control.

“Ah! Damn girl, you’ve got some sharp claws!”

You looked at your hands, noticing your naturally black nails digging into his skin. You released him, suddenly guilty over the half moon marks left in his flesh.

“Oh, geez, sorry!” you yelped. Hawks just smiled and took out a piece of Pocky.

“No worries, I’m tough. I can handle a battle scar or two,” he said, holding the Pocky to your lips. “See, didn’t even break the skin.”

You took the Pocky with your teeth and turned away, cheeks warm. “Maybe I should have for stealing my treat.”

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you to share?” he asked with a gentle elbow to your side.

“They taught me to fend for myself! Now are we gonna goof off all night or we gonna get down to business? We do have work to do tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just like making you laugh.” His smile made his eyes wrinkle. Your heart stuttered and you couldn’t help but smile too. He’s so pretty…

“Oh, but speaking of work, here’s the ear piece.” He pulled a device from his pocket and handed it to you. “Connect it to your phone and tomorrow while we’re on surveillance, we can talk to each other.”

You examined the compact device. “And what if I get sick of hearing you?”

He grinned and shrugged. “You can always turn down the volume and see how long it takes me to notice you aren’t listening.”

You laughed. “Alright, sounds good. Now, let’s get started with some camera stuff. Do you know what aperture is?”

Hawks pretended to rack his brain. “Hm, that company from the Portal games?”

“We’re gonna be here all night, aren’t we?”

He shrugged. “Only if you want to.”

next (part 3)

[shelfwar]

Wolfman X Reader

~Pregnant~

Welcome to a requested imagine, my dumbass deleted the request but hey luckily I screen shot it.

Warnings: Vomiting,unplanned pregnancy, mentions of sex, choice words.

The sun slowly poked through the blinds as a nauseating feeling rose in your throat. Instantly you jumped out of bed, as a arm tried pulling you back to bed. "Ugh, I'm gonna be sick!" You screeched as the arm relaxed, then you sprinted towards the bathroom just barely making it, you vomited. "Love, you okay?" "I just threw up Wolf, what do you think?" "Uh, sorry." You felt him kneel next to you rubbing your back as you tried to pull yourself back together.

"It's okay, I'm here." He said lovingly. "Thanks Wolf." You said as you leaned back as your head hit the cold wall behind you, as he wrapped his arm around you. "Would you like me to stay home with you love?" He said as he kissed your forehead. "No, I should be fine Wolf." "You sure." "I'm sure Wolfy" "Mm, okay. Well I'm gonna get ready, but first!" He carefully picked you up bridal style before walking over to your shared bed, and gently laying you down whilst covering you up in the covers.

"Get some rest love." He said as he kissed your forehead. "I will Leonard. I love you." "I love you to y/n." Wolfman left the room as you started to doze off.

When you woke up you slowly trudged to the bathroom and as you were doing so, you realized that you missed your period. You and Wolfman practiced safe sex besides the day you came called the base "home". Bile rose in your throat as realization hit you, as you puked into the toilet once again. You were showing signs of pregnancy, the morning sickness, tender breasts, fatigue, always tired.

So once you were done you raced to your room and started to get dressed, opting to stay cozy you left on your pajama pants and just put on one of wolfmans academy sweatshirts. You walked down to the pharmacy and gazed at the plethora of different tests that they sold. Deciding on the electronic one you picked it up along with some condoms just in case if this was a false alarm.

When you got home you speed walked to the bathroom while taking off your pants and locked the door behind you. You shakily opened the text and the directions before taking the test and peeing on it. Once that was done you put the cap back on and sat on the toilet lid and waited patiently. While that was happening you heard the front door open close with heavy footsteps coming your way.

"Love you in there?!" "NO. I mean yes." "Will you unlock the door please." "No-no I can't let you in." "Are you hurt?" "No." "Please let me in." He said as he started to rattle the door knob. "Leonard!" "What, I'm nosey and I just wanna see-" while he was talking you grabbed the test and glared at the plus sign, you were pregnant. "Shit!" You unlocked the door with Wolfman staring at you with curiosity.

"I'm pregnant, Leonard." You said as you walked up to him with the test still in your shaky hands. "Lemme see." He said as he took the test from you. His eyes grew wide as he looked up at you. "Your pregnant?" "Yeah." You felt a tear fall down. "Im gonna be a dad!" He said as he lifted you up and twirled you in a circle. "Your not upset?" "Why would I?" "Cause." "Cause what love?" "I dunno." "That doesn't give me a valid answer love."

"Cause I didn't know if you were ready to be a dad." "Of course I am, I want kids so I could show them the farm." He chuckled. "Of course the farm." "Damn right." Wolfman leaned down and captured your lips with his as he aimlessly rubbed your non existing bump. "Love you." "Love you too Wolf."

[lovries]

LOVRIES 500 FOLLOWERS EVENT

How to participate / Rules

Send in a character (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor, diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon).

And then choose up to two prompts below! (prompt credits: here, here, here, and here).

example: "Hi! May I have [character] with [fluff/angst] prompt [#]? Thank you!"

Also (optional) you can add any other notes to your request, such as specific au, trope, etc. I'll try to incorporate as much of your request into the writing as I can!

Remember to follow the basic rules of this blog, and to be kind and respectful as I work on this event! I'll only be accepting the first twenty to come, after that I won't be accepting anymore and any sent after will be deleted.

content warning, some prompts include: children, marriage, illness, cheating, general angst.

FLUFF/DOMESTIC PROMPTS

"Do I smell breakfast or is that the house burning down?"

"Honey, you look tired. Go sleep."

"So I was driving past a pet store the other day and couldn't help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home."

"I want to move in with you."

"Our son/daughter got sent to the principals office today."

"Babe, can you explain to me what this is doing here?"

"You look like you could use a massage."

"I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It'll save water."

"I may have broken the dish washer."

"There's a spider in the shower!"

"I want to adopt a child."

"Think about it. The little patter of children in our home."

"I want to marry you."

"What do you think about this color wall for our room?"

"Why is the bathroom overfilling with water?"

"Did you eat all my oreos?"

"We live together. You can't blame this on anyone else."

"I've got a romantic surprise for you."

"Let's just stay in bed."

"Get back into bed."

"Can you call in sick today?"

"I just want to lie here all day with you."

"Oh, there's no need to put a shirt on."

"I'm sick of doing all the chores!"

"We can't afford this!"

"Don't mind me, just want to remember how beautiful you look in bed this morning."

"Your heartbeat’s really loud."

"You asleep?"

"I like this, being so close to you."

"Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—"

"You’re so, so, so pretty."

"I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens."

"You make my heart beat so quick."

"You always know how to make me smile."

"You’ll always be safe with me."

"I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you."

"All my choices lead me to you."

"I’ll never give you up."

"I sleep better if you’re around."

"You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?"

"I like this. A quiet breakfast with you."

"There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?"

"I trust you."

"You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?"

"Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you."

"Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?"

"When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?"

"You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like."

"I will never let you go."

"You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me."

"You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere."

"I just feel calmer. When I’m with you."

"You’re not in bed. I came looking for you."

"What are you doing up? Come to bed."

"It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling."

"I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you."

"You’re cold. Come here."

"You always do that. You always warm me up."

"Stay."

"It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand."

"I’m so proud of you, you know that?"

ANGST PROMPTS

"I really, really hate you!"

"You mean nothing to me anymore."

"I don't trust you. Not anymore!"

"You disgust me."

"How can I believe you after everything you've done?"

"I should've known better than to trust a liar!"

"Do not touch me!"

"Get away from me!"  

"Touch me and it'll be the last thing you do!"  

"Just please shut up. I'm done with your excuses!"

"How long have you been cheating on me?"

"You know what? I'm done. I'm just done!"

"There's this new side of you and I don't like it!"

"I can't believe this is happening!"

"After all we've been through, you're just going to leave?"  

"Just pack up your things and leave!"

"Go on! Leave like you always leave!"

"When I look at you, I no longer see the person I fell in love with!"

"You really haven't changed huh?"

"So you're just going to leave?"

"It’s over between us. We are over!"

"Get away from me! I can’t even look at you right now."

"Please, look at me! Why won’t you even look at me?!"

"Wh-why did you do this?"

"How do you sleep at night, after all you’ve done?"

"You… You never really cared at all, did you?"

"That’s it then? you’re giving up, just like that?"

"Yeah, I’m a bastard. Tell me something I don’t know."

"You say you don’t love them, but you keep helping them. Why?"

"It doesn’t matter how much I try! They’re going to hate me anyway."

"How cute, you actually thought anyone cared?"

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"It’s too late to fix it now!"

"You can’t just show up again and act like nothing’s wrong!"

"It’s not like we’re friends or anything, right?"

"We’re not friends, we never were."

"Goddamn it, I hate you so much! Just fuck off already!"

[dekaydk]

Step By Step Ep 10

I really want to like this show but I keep getting plot, pace, dialog and character icewater dumps on my head.

Spent the entire episode thinking that Jeng is incapable of thinking even tactically about his love life, much less strategically. Especially not about how this intersects with work. This dude should not run a (whatever the Thai equivalent) of a chaebol even if daddy does hand him the reins in the future.

Pat is repeatedly smarter about all this than Jeng is. Jeng sees Pat's reasonable caution as naive lack of confidence and rolls right over it.

What is this color inversion between Chot and Pat’s outfits?

Sound weirdness in the screening room scene - did they loop the dialog?

Again with the open mouth pose!

GOD I HATE IT WHEN THE CHARACTERS GET SELF ABSORBED AND DON”T HEAR EACH OTHER IN AN EXAGGERATED WAY okay this was less exaggerated than usual

“I know that Mr. Jeng thinks of you beyond work” Oh you do know that for certain? gonna let this one slide

This bit about "the relationship will be awkward at first" YA THINK

“Krit doesn’t think about hard launching you at all” what pray tell is hard launching

God the stupid sound effects totally take the emotional weight out of this scene

Okay, Chot crying awwwwww. So happy for him.

Pat crying is probably a little tough for Jeng to interpret at first

SPEAK ENGLISH TO ME BABY (insert scene from A Fish Called Wanda)

Wait, in the kitchen in front of the windows?

Phone screen protector as a metaphor AND product placement?

Confirm/Delete is even a question?

The music makes it seem like following on social media is a bigger deal than the other stuff?

Okay, enough with the screen protector

Pat’s presenting

Assistant dude has a suspicious thought or two

Okay, cubicle handsies cute but debatably smart

Office parking garage messing around HONK giggle start over

Badminton again and assistant dude is SUSPICIOUS

Theory: assistant dude has a crush on Jeng

I think people are cruel. SO RIGHT JENG

Office meeting: assistant is taking notes on what he sees

Pat's Dad is still around?! Oh okay everything’s cool “take care of my son” with a side order of “when did we become buddies”

“Phi Jeng/Nong Pat”

Okay, Pat has the seduction thing down

I wasn’t feeling the chemistry before but I’m sold on this scene

Aww fantasy wedding

But…isn't it a smidge early to be talking about geting married?

Jen and Jaab moment

Wait Jaab is with someone WTF PLEASE why are we learning this now (once again we have a time gap that is tough to follow)

(Got a bit of a Bible vibe just now; this is a compliment to both men)

Vasectomy WELL IF YOU NEED ANOTHER ONE LEMME KNOW thought bubble

OH WAIT CONFESSION

This is nicely mature and resolves this hanging thread

Wait Pat as the head of the department? This is not going to go well. His business smarts aside he’s never even been a manager, much less a senior manager/director level. Jeng, don’t promote people too fast; it’s not fair to them or the team. “What are you playing at?” indeed!

Office gossip scene. Wait, queen office bitch is in their corner?

Jaab is seeing someone called Paint. And pining over Jen, the two-timer.

Whoa nasty office sticky notes!

Marcom jerkface strikes again

What does he have to do with the board and why is he telling Jeng about the board? (Update: forgot he was Jeng’s uncle)

JESUS THIS WAS FORESEEABLE JENG YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER

Condo. Pat wants to talk in bed. Jeng: grabs Pat. Not gonna sex it away dude SEE

And don’t close your eyes, Pat is trying to TELL YOU SOMETHING Pat is being smarter about this than you are.

Next morning: WHOOPS SHITTY PEOPLE CLIP SHARING

Pat is fed up with Jeng not listening/treating his concerns seriously and he's outta here and gonna do what he's gotta do. That resignation letter is gonna get delivered.

Wait. Pat scrammed from the condo without saying anything and wecut to Jeng having coffee like nothing happened?

Pat resigned. Okay again probably the right move. He has less to lose and he knows it. (Back to “What are you playing at?”)

The president approved it? This will be interesting. Why is the president involved? Pat is twenty layers down the org chart. That would be like Tim Cook approving the resignation of some junior manager at Apple.

Okay, time to read everyone else's takes.

[ashsostrange]

no, i ain't.

you kept yapping instead of taking your ass to bed like i told you to, so i've changed my mind. i've been KINDER than i should've been. i've been taking the high road, if you will. it's 5am on a sunday, i pulled an all nighter for fun 💞 ion got school for the next eight days, meaning i got nothing BUT time, so lemme tell you a lil sum sum rq... 🤣 i might get banned but i really dc! i have nothing to lose but a username. yawn.

i have no reason not to insult the hell out of you rn, so i'm going LOW! I HAVE TIME!!!!! 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯

you were thinking i was done? girll, you truly shock me every day! i didn't know you could form thoughts, miss munch. i was thinking you js get up on here and swipe your sweaty fingers across your greasy phone screen in high hopes what you're saying makes sense cz ik all of them alter egos + your silly ass hood roleplay fantasy + your “you’re the ghetto fab hood princess all the girls love you and all the bitches wna be you!” mentality & the henny stay using up the very limited amount brain power you so miraculously possess. it doesn’t help that the wig glue from the 40-inch blinding bright pink bussdown that the reader always has on in your self-insert ass fics is probably seeping through your scalp into that hollow ass empty ass head of yours… ☹️ your shit MUST b overstimulated, my love. trust, i was gna be done, but you keep running that mouth at an alarming rate, increasing speed like we're in fast in furious when ts is really slow n steady the way eb been eating you up non-stop in the past 24 hours nd you still haven't deleted your blogs you wack ass hoe 🤥

after thanksgiving break, i should tell my stats teacher that we should study the patterns in your silence when you switch accounts to defend the voices that reside within the void in your cranium who apparently have tumblr accounts, you funky, fraudulent bitch! 🤫 this ain't what they meant when they said you need to have your own back! but this is creative, i'll admit. 👏

sadly, creativity won't cancel out the fact that you got a brain smoother than a baby's skin after their momma gives 'em a bath and drenches that mf in johnson's baby lotion. that pink blob of matter, that CLEARLY doesn't fkn matter since it's not helping you think critically, should be sealed TIGHTLY in a glass jar, sitting on the shelf of a fridge with multiple locks on it, in a government-protected lab with military personnel guarding every damn door, from the entrance of lab, to the exit of the mf building, all the way to five miles from the damn estate, bc you have some serious shit going on up there! we need the world's sharpest scientists on yo ass. you’re such a danger to society that those same scientists gon have to sign an nda and agree to be hung at the stake like we turned back time if they open their mouths to speak about the research they’ve done on you. munch on THAT, silly hoe ‼️‼️💥

and let it digest bc i'm sure you haven't had time for meals the way you n your alter ego hv been the only ones fighting for you up till 4 in the morning. either that or you couldn’t keep anything down but a “small fry” from mcdonald’s after the way mfs kept gagging tf out of you, i’m talking full on fists in the back of your messy, acidic, mouth type shit, had you throwing up profusely and praying to the lord for mercy, which he has yet to grant you with, hence why you keep using that middle school ass insult on mfs referring to them as the shit you eat for every meal of the day like you’re gna slam them into a locker disney channel style and ask for their lunch money so you can buy a blunt to spark up after school to silence the seven voices.

i done told your ass GTB!!! you don’t listen but you should have.

you thought this was bout to be you when in reality EVERYONE played the shit out of you AND one of the many voices in your head that somehow managed to create a tumblr account LMFAO your fuck up count is so high that we don’t even need sony to finish miles’ damn spider-man triology cz the amount of times you’ve slipped up is beyond the goddamn spider-verse and the voices in your head are your canon event. we can set those animators free since your tomfoolery makes for a third movie, so contact amy pascal or whoever about a flight to the premiere nd a fat check so you can put that $$$ towards some professional help instead of a professionally crafted mixed drink 🍹🤭🙏

sis even tried to fake a location and post a pic of her legs like that did jack mfkn shit like baby my name isn’t dan shneider, i don’t want to see your MF FEET!!! bro said she from "canada welland" LMFASKJNDA you in welland but you still unwell? imagine that! only bree y’all!! 👏👏👏

maybe if your stupid ass said ontario, you coulda sold it better, you airhead. even so, you edited a mf map and thought you had another "GOTCHA MF!!!!" moment but i cleared you so bad that the gag ball migdalia gifted to you when you were knees deep in the public trash can searching far and wide for scraps like that fuckass sesame street character took it upon itself to levitate like dua lipa and re-insert itself between those white ass crusty ass chapped ass lips. and ik you’re in dire need of chapstick from all the vodka you consume. got them lips feeling like mt. everest when you swipe a thumb along on those rocky road, unpaved pavement, gravely mfs.

and since live action remakes are so common these days, i think they should make a sesame street live action with humans. they should cast you as that dumpster diving warrior anyway. you won’t even need to audition bc ik you’re a perfect fit and they’ll know when they see you too! they won’t even have to make a costume, nd that’s cheaper on their part, yeah? 😴 be of service

you steady yappin in my inbox talking a whole bunch of bs. stop speaking already, beer breath. you're making a fool of yourself on the internet but it's okay bc the gc will keep laughing, my irls will laugh when they see this, and so will everyone else on tumblr who comes across your nonsense, you ditzy hoe!! i'd wish you on my worst enemies 🫶

on a more serious note, what you fail to realize is that i'm not like you, bree. i don't take you or anything you say seriously boo, i'm js fine! never took offense ever… unlike you, i'll never make a second account to defend myself when i could do ts here and actually stand on business like i am right mfkn now. i'll never let an internet mf hv me in my feelings, give me anxiety, or make me threaten to delete my blog, etc. none of these hoes hv ever kept me up at night, i gts w the biggest smile on my face knowing i make mfs mad over dumb shit, but i can see i'm keeping YOU up at night, hence why you're yapping @ 4am witcho hypocritical self. ik those eyes are bloodshot from crying and good. i hope they’re crimson now.

you saw how i was having a ball w those weak ass gwiles stans when they came at me?? i give ZERO fucks. you'd have to pay me big money to even give half of a fuck. i troll the HELL out of mfs and have so much fun doing so. unfortunately, you don't have the peace of mind to do any of this bc you're insecure & "weak sauce" as you say. you're fragile and easy to anger. you were gna let miles and gwen shippers run you off tumblr LMFAOO had me sending dms to console you.. i should've told you to press delete and never look tf back. 😭 girl you should not be on here if you’re made of glass anyway. instead of blocking mfs and deleting inboxes, you took your anger out on them and they laughed at your pathetic self. i can't even blame them. i'm starting to see why people like poking fun at you n pissing you off in your inbox, you're just low-priced entertainment, the only "fee" being the nasty comments you can't seem to ignore in your inbox even if jesus came back and told you to! 🤷‍♀️😬

i will never be caught in such lies and i'll most DEFINITELY never be caught arguing w someone new every day of the summer over some bs. you were in the bahamas, where you primarily reside, battling anons like ts was the great war, letting nobodies hurt your feeling n whatnot. i was in jamaica on vacation, riding atvs, going to multiple beaches, out venturing, and having a mf BALL! we are not the same!!! 🙋‍♀️ bree, you are UNWELL. even the mfs ion fw agree.. you reblogged maye talm bout "you don't like me maye? / gen" nd let me be the first to say that NOBODY LIKES YOU BREE!! you are INSUFFERABLE 😭 like WOW! never seen nun like this b4. you're worse than rashad, at least he shut his trap. it's even funnier cz ik you were the anon in maye's inbox talking about "bae still fw you"... call me crazy, but ion think she feels the same way 🤷‍♀️ you and rashad are very alike, he’s the one you should’ve found a friend in. sorrows, sorrows, prayers.

“#still not bree” is correct bc this can’t be the same mf that claims to have ‘mastered’ the idgaf war when you give out more fucks than a freshman in college who just moved out of their strict household nd is ready to get down nd dirty and let out that built up pressure after holding it in for an excruciatingly long eighteen years.. 😭🫢

instead of begging your dad for spider-man 2, you should've begged him for some therapy or some kind of psychological evaluation cz you BEEN needed to be within four padded walls rockin' a straightjacket no jt, no yung miami like YESTERDAYYY 🗣️🗣️ nd fuming over miles and hailey's kiss isn't a healthy coping mechanism, i fear. 🥱 work on ya mfkn mental then follow that up w ya dental, beer breath.

n e way, i'll either "give it up" when i feel like it, or once you "stfu forever." nd guess the fuck what? you're gna deal w it baby. take it like a mf CHAMP like you say you can. because i know i will. also, thanks boo! 😋 the 13 year old discord keyboard warrior in me got to come out of retirement and she really enjoyed that!!!!! 🙌🙌 she had fun and she is ecstatic she got to be here today.

you know damn well i’m not the one. you seem to hv to forgotten though, so let this serve as a reminder. play with your mother, not me.

as always, bless! 💓

🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽 you’re Bree

Gotta take a picture holding up my username like im a cam girl to beat the allegations 😭😭😭

[thefoxandthepenguine]

Flashback

Leigh Shaw x Reader

Summary: How Leigh and reader turned from acquaintances to lovers after Matt died (plot based on the original drama).

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst

Word count: 3.1k

a/n: Hiii! I’m totally new to Tumblr and this is my first piece of writing for Leigh! English is actually not my mother language so I would have to apologize in advance if the grammar or use of words suck (and I know there must be a lot of grammatical errors). I do hope you still get what I’m trying to say. Please lemme know how you feel about this by reposting, commenting and asking questions!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Spin-off

(GIF found online. I don’t own this gif.)

Part 1

2 years ago

You met Leigh when you started working in the Basically News. You were one of the editors there but you did not really have a chance to work with her. You were never close with her and you just met each other at parties or gatherings held by some of your common friends. Both of you might have a short and casual conversation when you ran into each other and that’s basically what you two were. You would not even call you two friends at that time. Just acquaintances.

But then you thought she was intriguing. She was gorgeous beyond any doubt, especially her emerald eyes. You could not stop yourself from looking into her eyes every time you chatted. But what you found her the most attractive was that she was sometimes mean, a bit sarcastic and judgmental, which was everything the opposite from you. But she was already married at that time. So Leigh was just an acquaintance with a good impression.

Until some day you stopped seeing her around in the office and you noticed that her column was replaced. It was then Drew told you what happened to her husband. You thought of sending her a condolence but eventually deleted what you typed. A stranger sending her a message saying that she was sorry to hear the news was probably the last thing she would like to hear and deal with now.

So you just let it go.

Leigh was out of your mind until you met her again in Beautiful Beast, dragged by one of your friends to go exercising with her there. Jules was your instructor at your usual time slot. But you and your friend had a day off one day and decided to sign up for a class in the morning. Well she decided. Getting up at 8 and having a work out session at 9 was killing you.

But that was when you met Leigh again in months. She widened her eyes for a brief moment when she ran into you in the studio. You two nodded slightly to each other and she turned her head away from you the next second.

The class was exhausting and you noticed that Leigh avoided walking close to you or instructing you. Soon an hour passed and everyone started packing and heading to the locker.

You thought about whether you should greet her. You two were not familiar with each other after all. Maybe it would be a bit awkward, if not embarrassing for you to go to her and say something. But it occurred to you that she never smiled throughout the session. And she was always frowning. So you decided to ask your friend to go first and did not need to wait for you.

“Hi.” You walked towards Leigh’s back when she busied herself in tidying up the equipment.

“Hey.” She turned around to face you and seemed a bit shocked that you decided to talk to her.

“I heard from Drew about what happened. I’m really sorry about Matt. How are you doing?” You noticed that Leigh kept shifting her weight uncomfortably while you were talking.

“Um, thanks. Well you probably expect me to say that I’m doing great even though my husband died so I’ll stick with that answer. Thanks for asking.” Leigh looked at you while raising her brows. Well you knew Leigh could be sarcastic but apparently you knew nothing about it before.

“I’m not expecting you to say you’re doing great. To be honest I’d be shocked if you tell me you’re doing fine by now. I’m genuinely asking for your feelings and you’re allowed to feel what you feel. It’s more than okay to feel like shit.” Leigh seemed to be taken aback by your reply and she just stared at you for a few seconds without saying or doing anything.

“You’ve had a shitty time haven’t you?” You finally decided to break the silence.

“Mhmm. The shittiest time of my life.” Leigh finally nodded.

Somehow you walked closer to her and decided to give her a hug. You could feel her tensed up at first but her hands gradually came up to your back and hugged you back. She rested herself on your shoulder for a few seconds before both of you pulled out.

You looked at each other in silence. It was when Jules came in. “Hey Leigh have you finished packing the-Oh hi! I thought you’re having the class in the evening. Do you know each other?” Jules looked at you curiously.

You were almost sure Jules recognized you but not exactly knew your name. “Oh hey Jules. Yes Leigh and I are fr-we know each other,” you were not sure if Leigh wanted to call you as a friend, “I work in Basically News as an editor.”

Jules nodded and was opening her mouth to say something when Leigh cut her off, “I have packed my stuff. You can have the room now.”

Leigh rushed to the door before finishing the sentence and Jules just looked at you apologetically. You waved goodbye at Jules before heading out.

You found Leigh at the reception folding the towels impatiently. “I should get going. See you around,” you told Leigh while passing the counter heading to the changing room.

She looked up from the towels and just mumbled a “bye” to you.

You walked for a few more steps before heading back to her.

“Hey. Do you wanna grab a donut?” You asked Leigh casually.

“Why?” She looked a bit confused as you suggested that.

“Why as in why do I want a donut or why do I invite you for a donut?” You grinned as you looked at her.

“Both.” She frowned at your question.

“Well...cause donuts make me feel better. Hell donuts make everyone feel better and you look like you need a lot of sugar. Besides, you just worked the hell out of me so I think I deserve a donut in order to make my way home,” you looked at her expectantly, “so?”

She hesitated, looked at you for a few seconds before bursting out laughing at your answer. “Sure donuts make everyone feel better. I just have to change and grab my things. Meet me outside,” she told you before heading back into the office.

And you thought working out at 9 am made a lot more sense to you now.

//

It was after that first donut date, well if you would call that a date, that you changed your regular time slot to the 9 am class. Your friend was a bit surprised that you were willing to climb out of your bed in the early morning for exercising. But you just told her that it made you feel more comfortable working out when you knew the instructor. She did not say anything but only gave you a knowing smirk. You wanted to punch her in her face.

Leigh and you meeting each other at the donut shop after the work out session was not a regular thing. It mostly depended on her mood of the day. Most of the days, you would be the one who arrived first as she would have to stay a bit longer to pack the equipment or hand over to Amy or Jules, you knew that they were family now. Usually Leigh would show up 15 or 20 minutes later, sitting across the table at your usual spot.

During the days when she was down in the dumps, sometimes she texted you to cancel the date but sometimes she just did not. You would have to sit for half an hour to realize that she was not coming. It annoyed you a bit in the beginning. But after thinking about everything she has been through, you did not push her. Everyone needed their own moment to themselves. So you said nothing next time you saw her.

Most of the time you just shared your comment on the books that you read. You would have to admit that she had a spectacular taste in books. You enjoyed discussing your opinions with her - she always had an entirely different point of view with you. Sometimes the debate was heated yet it always made you reflect on the content again.

On some occasions she would complain about her life to you. She would grumble about Amy, about Jules, about Danny, about the people and food in the grief group, about her job in Beauty Beast. You would just listen to her complaint and add a few comments here and there. You figured out that sometimes she did not really need your feedback, she just needed someone to talk to - or vent to. But you would still say that you knew a bit more about her now, and maybe you were friends.

The more you spent your time with Leigh, the more you were drawn to that woman. She was like an enigma to you. You were fascinated by what she said, how she thought and how challenging she could be. She was quick-witted. She was always so honest and not bound by the social conventions that suffocated you all the time. You wish you could be like her but you knew you never could. You never knew you would be attracted to a woman like this - or maybe it was just because you have never met anyone like her in your life before.

And you would also have to admit that she was great looking. Not that you care...right?

//

1 year and 10 months ago

You were surprised, or even shocked, to receive an invitation from Leigh to her last minute birthday party tonight. Like literally tonight.

You were actually typing a “happy birthday” in the chat box when the notification popped out. You thought for a moment before deciding to click the “accept” before sending the message.

The party was big.

You were drinking and chatting in the backyard with Drew when you saw Leigh.

She looked stunning and you grasped your cup a bit tighter when you laid your eyes on her. She exposed her chest and thighs clearly in that hot black dress and you could not help but bite on your lower lips before she came to you.

Don’t stare Y/N. Behave.

“Hi!” Leigh greeted all of you energetically. You started to think maybe there was an alien capturing the original Leigh and replaced a new one after breaking into her house.

Weird.

“Did you get my present yet?” She raised her eyebrows at you.

“Uh yeah but I did some research,” you gestured to Drew standing next to you, “in case you don’t like it, I’ve also put a gift card in it so don’t get mad at me.”

Leigh chuckled. “That’s so thoughtful!”

Drew excused himself while you started talking for a moment.

“So...a big party huh?” You tried to sound casual.

“What? You don’t like parties?” Leigh stood with her hands on the hips when challenging you.

“Well I can’t say that when I��m having all the free fruit punch and snacks. But are you okay?” You were concerned. This active and energetic Leigh might be a bit too over. Too off.

“I’ve heard that for a dozen times now. The good news is that I’m okay. Thanks for asking.” She shrugged but you could still feel her defense right away.

“I mean-I just did not think of you as a party girl before,” you tried to calm her down.

“So what? You thought I’m a weirdo?” And apparently it did not go well.

You sighed. “Look Leigh...“ you were trying to explain yourself when someone called Leigh’s name at the back.

“Well, uh,” Leigh looked over her shoulder, “get yourself something to eat. Treat yourself. I’ll-m gonna talk-I’m gonna go say hi to-I mean I’ll see you later.”

And she was gone.

“Yup. See you later,” you mumbled to the air.

//

You accidentally eavesdropped on the argument between Drew and Leigh when you were looking for him. You were trying to stop the fight when Drew just walked away. You saw Leigh take a deep breath and sighed.

And when you thought things could not get any worse on her birthday night, Leigh just started another fight with that girl, you thought she called her Frankie.

You watched for a while before she was unable to hold herself together. You could tell she was having a breakdown. You were walking towards her when people started to pool around you and sing the birthday song.

The tears in her eyes when everybody cheered and applauded - they were definitely not happy tears.

You followed Leigh back into the house when she finished blowing off the candles.

It was so awkward and embarrassing for you to eavesdrop on her heated argument with a man. You realized he was Danny then.

You heard them mentioning something about Matt and you just wanted so badly to flee from the scene. That was so personal and you were very sure that none of them wanted someone else to hear the conversation. But you were also sure that the door was definitely going to make some noise if you opened it. So you just hid yourself in the dark corner.

And you thought you began to understand why Leigh was acting so out of the character tonight. Choices. You heard her mentioning that to Danny.

And then Danny left from another door. Thank God.

You did not dare to move until you heard the dish shattered. You began to worry about Leigh. “Hey.” You approached her slowly, making sure to make some noise with your heels so that you would not startle her.

Leigh turned around and her cheeks covered with tears.

“You were right. Everything is not okay.” She breathed shakily, her eyes fluttered closed but tears kept streaming down her cheeks.

You watched her carefully and your heart ached seeing her in such pain.

“God...people must think that I’m an awful host now. I-I should get back out there,” Leigh groaned and tried to dry her eyes and cheeks with the back of her hand after a few seconds, “Uh I’ll...”

You walked closer to Leigh and held her in your arms. “Shh...that’s alright. People are having a good time out there. Don’t worry about that.” You brushed her head gently.

You felt your shoulder wetted by Leigh’s tears. She sobbed while grabbing the hem of your blouse tightly. The sob soon turned into wail and you could tell it was hard for her to breathe.

“Shh...I’m here...” You cooed.

You could not say the word “it's okay” to her because you knew she was never going to feel that way. So you just patted her hair and stroked her back gently, trying to let her know you were there for her.

You wish you could do something for her and to protect her.

Leigh was beginning to calm down after a while. You were not sure how long it had been but you did not care. Although she was still sobbing, she tried to catch her breath when she pulled away from you. You wished you could hold her longer but you let her go.

“Oh my god. I-uh-I...” Leigh sniffled and she furrowed her brows when she noticed your blouse was a mess now. You thought maybe she flushed for a second.

“Don’t worry about that.” You waved your hands off and she smiled weakly at you.

“Thank you Y/N.” Leigh nodded slowly and tugged her lips in her teeth.

You took a step forward and held her face with both of your hands. You tried to wipe the dried tears as gently as you could. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Leigh shut her eyes, leaned into your palm and hesitated for a few seconds before shaking her head. “I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t feel like...”

You nodded slightly. “It’s okay. Just remember I’m here for you. Anytime.”

You thought Leigh was going to say something with her mouth opened. But you heard people walking into the house looking for the birthday girl. Both of you took a step away from each other. Almost simultaneously.

“I should go now. Early morning tomorrow,” you told Leigh even though you hated so much for leaving her. You hesitated for a few seconds before walking towards her and placed a kiss on her cheeks. “Smash the plates. I think it’d help.”

Leigh finally let out a chuckle and you walked away.

//

1 year and 9 months ago

Things between Leigh and you had not changed much after her birthday party. You still hang out once a week at the donut shop after your workout session. You still talked mostly about the books that you have read. Nothing has really changed specifically. But you thought, maybe she became a bit more open up to you. You do hope it was not just your fantasy.

You tried to type something in the chat box, subconsciously biting on your nail. To be honest, you were worried. As a common friend, you knew Leigh and Drew were not getting along very well lately. And to make things worse, it was Leigh’s first wedding party after Matt died.

But eventually you just put away your phone.

You did not really talk to Leigh upon your arrival. You were soon surrounded by your colleagues and boss, and everyone was so excited about this big day. You caught a glimpse of Leigh busying herself with the florist but the next time you looked over, she was already gone. So you made a mental note to say hi to her later.

Soon the ceremony started and you were distracted. It was touching and beautiful.

You noticed Leigh and Danny sitting at a few tables in front of you when you turned to see Ryan and his brother dancing on the dance floor. You were actually walking towards her when she talked Danny into dancing with her.

You sighed when you saw her laughing with Danny. You knew you were supposed to be happy for her. But your heart just ached upon the realization that she was having a great time with someone else. You were just a random friend who could put up with her temper and you were never special. You should have known.

You let out a low groan and were about to turn back when you saw Danny leaving the place with Leigh. You followed.

And then you saw her crying. You wanted to go to her and hold her face just like last time, telling her that you would be there for her. But Danny did that for you.

You walked away. You knew exactly why this hurt so much.

[mrsalwayswrite]

To Be My Night And My Day - Part 2

Summary: Hvitserk has been your best friend since childhood, the one you can always rely on. So when you start doubting your current relationship with Sihtric, Hvitserk kindly offers to help you out….but the consequences are never what you expected. 

Pairing- Sihtric x Plus Size!Reader & Hvitserk x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings: Angst, tears, soft boys

Words: 3k

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius @evelynshelby @pomegranates-and-blood @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @geekandbooknerd @adrille88 @dini73 @flowers-in-your-hayr​ (lemme know if you want to be added or deleted)

Catch up with Part 1

Sunlight streamed through the window in your home, warming your skin, as you tended to the few herb pots on the window sill. A pleased grin resided on your face as you took in how the plants were thriving. They had been a gift from Queen Aslaug for your last name day. You could not wait to tell her how alive and vibrant they were….unlike your prior attempts. 

 At the sound of the door opening, you looked over your shoulder to see Sihtric come in. You smiled at him, ready to make a quip about him getting off early from training. The tease died on your tongue when you really took in his appearance. His shoulders were hunched over, like he carried the weight of the world there. Each movement, each step, was slow and deliberate as if moving through a fog. Even the couple warrior braids on one side of his head were thoroughly disheveled. You wondered what had caused him to run his hand over them so aggressively and frequently. Yet it was the frown that marred his handsome face and the distant look in his dark eyes that caused a concerned churning in your gut.  

 "Sihtric, what's wrong?" You fully turned around, dusting the little bit of dirt off your fingers. 

 Carefully, he unhooked his sword belt, moving methodically, and laid it on the table with that far off glaze still over his eyes. His soft lips were pressed together in a thin line. It was not until he began walking in your direction that he lifted his gaze to meet yours. His arms wrapped around you, pulling your full frame against him. You immediately placed your arms around his neck, laying your head on his chest. Beneath your ear, you could hear his unsteady heartbeat and his shallow breathing. Internally, you attempted to quell your own fear, knowing Sihtric needed comfort right now, for whatever had caused his distress. This was the first time you had ever seen him act this way, and truthfully, it frightened you. 

 You started to massage the back of his neck with your hand, lightly squeezing and rubbing it in a way you knew soothed him. In response, his arms tightened around you, somehow drawing you even closer as if he wanted to meld your bodies into one. His head rested on yours, and for a moment you thought you heard a sniffle but you were uncertain. 

 A handful of minutes passed before you decided to break the silence. "Sihtric? What happened?"

 "I'm going to ask you a question…." he whispered, "....and I need you to answer honestly."

 "Of course."

 "Did Hvitserk and you have sex recently?"

 Immediately, you felt as if you had plunged into a frozen lake. Ice filled your veins, even as you tensed. It had been two days since Hvitserk and you slept together, and you had truly hoped that the blond prince had taken to heart your begging for him not to say anything to Sihtric. Guilt had clawed away continuously at your mind ever since Hvitserk walked out of your home, determined to find your man. But that night when Sihtric returned from guard duty, a tired smile on his face and a lingering kiss to your lips, you knew Hvitserk had not found him. So you had hoped, and prayed, that this would all blow over somehow. 

 Yet the truth was, a Pandora's box had been awakened in you. For even now, you still thought of Hvitserk in your bed, confessing his devotion to you. And you desperately wanted to make love to him again. 

 "So, he was telling the truth…." Sihtric stated blandly. His arms unwound from around your waist, then grabbed yours from around his neck and dropped them like they had physically burned him. Without another word, he stepped back away from you, creating distance that felt so much more than just physical. 

 Your heart shattered like broken pottery at your feet with the utter look of betrayal on his face. "Please, lemme ex‐‐" 

 He held his hand up, cutting you off. Your mouth audibly snapped shut. Silently, you watched him take several shallow breaths, hands on his hips, as if trying to internalize his anger and pain, to make sure he did not lash out at you. 

 At this moment though, you wish he would. Anything would be better than watching him attempt to hide his pain, his heart tearing in two. You wish he would scream at you. But this was Sihtric. He was too good, too kind, too caring to lash out at you. It only wrecked your heart even more. 

 "Sihtric, please, it was--" 

 "I trusted you." He cut you off again. A tear slid down his cheek before he hastily wiped it away. "I thought….I thought you were happy with me. I know we haven't known each other long but….I guess I should have expected this."

 "What?"

 "I have seen the way you and Hvitserk look at each other. You always explained it away as being best friends, but I know….in my gut I knew there was more to it. But I trusted you. You're the only woman besides my mother I've ever trusted….and cared for."

 Tears streamed down your cheeks and dripped onto your ample chest, a physical manifestation of the river of anguish coursing through you. "I am happy with you."

 "Then why?! I don't understand!"

 "Because….ugh, it seems so stupid now."

 "Am I not enough for you? I know he's a prince and I'm only a bastard but you said that didn't matter. Has that changed?" He took another step back, furthering the void growing between you two. 

 You wanted to reach out to him, to bridge the gap, to just touch him and hope he felt your sorrow. But the crestfallen look on his face, the dejection in his dark eyes stayed your hand. "No, I promise." You pleaded, hoping he could hear the truth in your words. "I don't care that you're a bastard."

 "Then why?!" He demanded, another tear rolling down his cheek. "Why would you do that? To me? To us?!"

 "Because I thought you were going to leave me!" You cried out. There it was. The painful truth. You never expected him to truly stay. But once you got a taste of him, knew what it was like to be cherished….you never wanted to let him go. 

 His eyes widened and mouth opened slightly as he took in your words. "What?" 

 This time it was you who stepped away. You turned your back on him, your stomach churning and for a moment you worried you might vomit. "I've seen you talking lately more with the shieldmaidens, laughing with them, training with them…."

 "So, it is jealousy? You decided to get back at me by letting Hvitserk fuck you?" He accused. 

 "No!" You whipped back around, frustration and sorrow creating an explosive concoction in your heart. "Gods! That's not…."

 "What is it then?"

 "I figured you were talking to them because you disliked having sex with me and were looking for someone….new. Someone who would be more interesting and knowledgeable and….and prettier. Just, someone not like me."

 This time he looked utterly destroyed after your explanation. "What?"

 "Why else would you be leaving immediately after we have sex? Or….or stay out so late? I just thought I was becoming boring to you….which I understand…."

 "And Hvitserk?"

 You shrugged. "He offered to help try and boost my confidence….in the bedroom….hopefully that would make you want to stay. I didn't know he had….feelings until after."

 He scrubbed his hands over his face as he heaved a deep sigh. Turning, he placed his hands on the back of a nearby chair as if to ground himself.

 "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Sihtric." You mumbled through your tears, as you pressed a hand to your mouth, desperately trying to suppress the sobs rising up in your throat. "Please just….I'm so sorry."

 He shook his head, his voice morose. To your surprise, he chuckled darkly before speaking again. "No, I'm sorry. It's my fault. It's all my fault."

 "What? No…." 

 He turned around, a wetness on his cheeks that had not been there prior. "I should have told you….I just…." His voice trailed off, his gaze dropping to the floor. 

 "Sihtric? What? Told me what?"

 "I love you!" He blurted out. 

 All the air vanished from your home. Your lungs struggled to expand, leaving your mouth gaping open. A kick to the chest from a horse would have been less painful than his admission. You could only stare at him as his declaration bounced around in your brain but refused to settle. "You….you do?"

 Slowly he walked over and tenderly held your hands in his, the battle-hardened calluses a contradiction from your own soft hands. Those dark eyes you loved stayed focused on your clasped hands as he spoke softly. "I know we haven't been together long….but I've known it for a while. You're special. Before you I never wanted to open up, trust was something that was hard. A quick fuck was easy, but to linger, to find myself wanting to hold you in my arms all night, to see your sleepy, sated face in the morning light. That was new. And it scared me. Somehow you changed all that. The more time we spent together, the more I hated to be away from you. That's how I knew….that's how I knew I loved you."

 "Why did you never say anything?"

 He chuckled, thumbs rubbing on the back of your hands. "I almost did. Gods, so many times. After we'd make love. Sometimes in the morning, seeing you laying in our bed. When I'd come back from training or guard duty and you'd greet me with that sweet smile on your face and a kiss….so many times I had to bite my tongue to keep the words from spilling forth."

 Everything clicked in that moment. And if it was possible for your heart to shatter even more, yours surely had. "That's why you would leave….it wasn't because you didn't like me…."

 "Never."

 "Sihtric, I love you too." You choked out amidst a sob. "I wish you had said something."

 "I couldn't."

 "Why not?"

 Finally, he raised his eyes to meet yours, a smile full of hopelessness on his lips. "Because I knew Hvitserk was in love with you, just as much as you're in love with him."

 "But…."

 "I know you always said you're best friends, but it's obvious to anyone who looks past the facade. There was always more underneath. The way you two gravitate to each other, the lingering looks and touches, the comfortability there….I always figured I was just someone to pass the time with, until the two of you finally confessed to one another. I just never expected it would be my fault that it'd finally happen."

 "Oh Sihtric, I'm so sorry." You cried, no longer able to restrain your sobs. Sihtric pulled you against him, letting you bury your head against his broad chest as you bled out your heartache. With the way his chest rose and fell rapidly and the wetness against your hair, you knew he was silently crying with you. For the miscommunication. For the betrayal. For all the unspoken hopes and dreams both of you had carried, now trampled and laying broken at your feet. 

 After some time, when both of your tears subsided, you continued to cling to one another like that would somehow stem the outpouring of your bleeding hearts. 

 The dark-haired Viking broke the silence tainted with misery. "He said he wanted to fight me. For you. Over you. How he can't live without you now….and will do anything to have you."

 "Will you?" You cautiously asked, face still pressed to his wet tunic. "Will you fight him?"

 "Do you want me too?" 

 You lifted your head, wanting to see his face as you answered. "I don't want you to fight. Either one of you. I'm not….I'm not worth it."

 "You're worth everything." He replied, cupping your cheek so tenderly it caused a fresh wave of tears to fill your eyes. 

 "Sihtric….please don't. I couldn't bear it if you got hurt….either one of you."

 "Then you need to decide."

 Your heart stuttered in your chest, your breath catching. "What do you mean?"

 "Y/n, my love…." He rubbed his thumb over your cheek, collecting the evidence of your sorrow. "You have to choose one of us."

 You shook your head. "I don't….I can't….Sihtric."

 His thumb continued to run along your cheek as he gazed at you, a swirl of emotions in his eyes that pierced you like an arrow. After a long moment, he nodded and dropped his hand. "I'll leave. Let you think in peace. Just know….whatever your decision, I'll respect it." 

 "Sihtric…." You begged, but what more could you say?

 After pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead, he released you from his strong arms. He stared at you helplessly, further shredding any remnants of your heart left. With that, he quickly turned and walked away, snatching his sword belt off the table, not even bothering to take the time to put it on before he was out the door. 

 Soon as the door softly closed behind him, you dropped to the ground with soul-wracking sobs. 

 It was selfish, you knew. There were two handsome, perfect men both asking for your devotion, both desiring you, both wanting you to choose them over the other. How could you possibly choose? You wanted them both. Needed them both. It was so selfish. 

 But it was the gods-forsaken truth. 

 ***** 

 You cried yourself to sleep that night. 

 And the next night, when Sihtric did not return home. 

 Hvitserk found you the next morning, still lying in bed. Your throat was hoarse from all your crying and your eyes felt permanently dry and red-rimmed. Curled under your furs in your thin shift, the desire to leave your warm nest was nonexistent. Food and drink had barely passed your lips. You knew it was all your own fault. Yet you wallowed in your misery, unable to escape its tenacious pull. Your thoughts swirled like a cyclone in your mind, a force of destruction you could not flee from. No matter how much you wanted to.  

 For how could you choose one over the other? 

 Without a word, he crawled into the bed with you, tucking your body against his in a warm embrace. Without a second thought you melted against him, desperate for the safe haven he provided in the stormy seas of your mind. Your full figure snuggled against his lean form in a way that was effortless, like your bodies were made for this embrace. Exhausted from your lack of sleep and excessive crying, it did not take long for you to drift in and out of sleep, sniffling pathetically when awake. He never commented on your deplorable state of being, just held you tight, an anchor in your waves. 

 "My sweet," Hvitserk kissed the top of your head as he soothingly ran a hand up and down your back, "don't cry. The Norns will decide."

 "Please don't fight him, please Hvitserk. I couldn't take it if either of you were injured."

 "Hmmm….what did he say?"

 You sniffled pathetically, throat raw as you spoke. "He said I had to choose."

 "And?" He encouraged quietly. 

 "Oh, Serk, I'm so selfish." You lamented, gripping the front of his tunic, now ruined by your tears. "Thor strike me down! I can't. I can't choose. I love you both. Gods, I'm so selfish."

 This would be the reason for him to walk away. You were sure of it. Even after all of your years of friendship, you were unable to choose him over your lover, someone you had only known for two years. Why would the blond prince stay? There were plenty of women who would willingly fill his bed. Why would he waste his time on someone like you?

 And Sihtric. Someone who clearly gave you their all- their trust, their love, their hopes and dreams. Surely, he could easily find someone new. Someone better than you. Why would he fight for you?

 How selfish were you to hurt both of these men you loved….and for some reason they loved you too. 

 Suddenly, you felt him nuzzle your hair. "You love me?" He whispered. 

 "Yes."

 He hummed, a hand drawing random patterns on your back as if in thought. "And you love him?"

 "Yes." You choked out, a fresh wave of remorse and self-loathing crashing over you. 

 Gently, he tipped your face up to draw you into a kiss. A soft press of mouths, urging you to respond, to sink into the comfort he so willingly offered. You clung to him as your lips moved in tandem, seeking the momentarily solace provided. 

 You pulled back eventually, opening your eyes to meet his green orbs. "Serk?"

 "It'll all work out, beautiful. You'll see." He assured with a smile, drawing you back to his sweet lips. 

 Even with his confident words, you were left unsure if you could believe him. 

 Or if your fractured heart could even try. 

Part 3

[amor-immortalem]

My Adoring Fan Chapter 5

Chapter 4

A/N: A bit of a fluffy chapter as the twins make up

As Aurelius entered the kitchen, both Azalea and Mammon turned their heads to him.

“There ya are,” Mammon says as he leans against the island counter. “Only three hours after your Ma called for you, but, hey, at least you came home.”

“You’re not going to yell at me too, are you?” He asks.

“Well, that depends. Do ya know why what ya did was wrong and do ya understand why you’re being punished for it?”

Aurelius nods. “Yes.”

“Then no, there’s nothin’ I need to say that ya probably haven’t heard from your mother already.” The oven dings and Mammon goes to pull the peppers out and places them on a plate for his son. “Here, have somethin’ ta eat before we leave.” Aurelius nods as he grabs a fork and starts eating.

“Leave?” Azalea asks as she looks between them. “Leave where?”

“Home.” The demon says as Azalea looks surprised. “What, you thought we were bluffin’ when we told you two that if you had one more spat like this that we’d be pullin’ one of ya from the house? Your Ma and I can’t keep coming over here every two or three nights to diffuse a situation between the two of ya like this because ya can’t seem ta learn ta get along. An’ since Aurelius started this by going along with Zulima’s hair-brained idea, he has to move back home until we think he’s learned his lesson.”

“So Aurelius gets punished while Zulima gets away scott-free?”

“No, of course not. Solomon was here earlier ta dish out her punishment and Uncle Asmo will be here shortly ta decide how long whatever her punishment was will last and talk with her about why this was wrong in the first place. Their startin’ to get up fed up with her actions too and this is probably your cousin’s last chance ta prove she can shape up before they pull ‘er out of the house too.”

Azalea turns to her brother with an apologetic look.

“I'll let ya have a few minutes ta talk privately and then we’ll be leaving.” The Avatar of Greed steps out since he knows his children won’t honestly speak their minds if someone is listening.

“Listen,” Aurelius says as he leans his head against Azalea’s, the black streaks in their hair pressed together. It’s a thing they’ve done ever since they we little. “I’m really sorry about this. I knew it was wrong and I still did it anyway. Are you still mad at me?”

“A little bit.” The older cambion sighed, “You didn’t send that audio clip to Max, did ya?”

“Yeah, but if it’s any consolation, she didn’t listen to it and deleted it instead. You really should tell her though. I think you’d be really happy. She definitely likes you back.”

“Why did ya do it? I feel so betrayed.”

“I told Mum that I was just bored but really it was because I was getting annoyed with Zulima talking about how much she quote-unquote ships you two and wishes you’d just get together already...”

“I get that. She can be rather persistent.” Azalea sighs. “If that’s the only reason then I guess I really can’t fault ya for it... How long are ya gonna be gone?”

“Until the end of next term. I’m grounded too for taking so long to get back here, so I’m losing my phone and I won’t get to do any photoshoots for the next three months... I’m think of quitting all together when my contract is up actually. The time off will give me a chance to really decide.”

“Majolish is gonna be really mad that they’ve lost their top model,” Azalea laughs softly. “Hey, the reason ya wanna quit is ‘cuz of that letter, right?”

“Yeah, a little bit.” Aurelius hums. “Actually, while I was running from you, I think I met the sender of that letter- well more like I plowed into her as I was running away. She didn’t seem all that crazy and claimed she didn’t know who I was but I don’t know, I got some really weird vibes so I think she was lying.”

“Hey, I just thought of this but doesn’t that girl who hounded you to start a relationship with her reside at the House of Sorrow? Maybe she’s the one who sent that letter so she wouldn’t have any competition for your attention.”

“I didn’t think of that. It would make sense, actually. “Do you think I should write her back and say I know it was her? See if it was really her and give her a chance to come clean?”

“Why don’t ya do it at school? We’re all bound to have classes with her at some point in the day so being able to get her alone and there be no chance for interference sounds like the perfect opportunity. What’s her name? Is she pretty?”

“She introduced herself as Persephone- you know like that greek myth and yeah she is. Funnily enough, she looks a lot like that idol that Henry was crying about earlier. Her hair and eye color are the same shade of grey as that idol’s.”

“That’s really interesting, actually. When I was talking with Henry earlier, I proposed the idea that maybe she was taking a break to enjoy a normal teen life so I wonder if I was right. Maybe this is something you could actually pursue as far as a relationship goes... If she is that idol then she wouldn’t be interested in dating you for our family’s prestige, fame, or money since she has plenty of her own to begin with. I know you’re lonely just like I’m lonely.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” Aurelius pulled back. “I do want to find a mate eventually, but I also just want to survive RAD first before I start looking. It would be nice to have someone that looks at us in the same way Dad looks at Mum- with nothing but love and adoration but not a lot of demons really like us. They mostly just tolerate our existence.”

“You’ll get that eventually.” Azalea smiled. “I mean I got my person so you should too sooner or later, right?”

“Yeah, we-”

“Aurelius, what’s with this letter you have?” Arella asks as she enters the kitchen. “This really worries me, Sweetheart.”

“I got that today actually and I think I know who sent it, but also I’m starting to suspect she wasn’t actually the one who sent it. I’m going to meet with her at school to clear the air over it.”

“I don’t think that’s a very safe idea, Aurelius. From the verbiage in this letter, she could be stalking you. I know from experience with Dad and Uncle Asmo that people like this will do anything to ensure they're the only ones who have your attention.”

“I promise I’ll be safe, Mum. But I have to find out for sure if it’s her or....” the teen trails off and Arella doesn’t like the sound of that.

“Aurelius, has a classmate been harassing you, Darling?”

“Yeah... I didn’t want to tell you and Dad because I didn’t want to worry you guys... it’s been a thing for a while. You would think after rejecting her for the thousandth time, she would get the hint...”

“What’s been a thing?” Mammon asks as he pops his head in the doorway. “C’mon, Buddy, let’s go home.

“Our son is being harassed by one of his classmates and he didn’t want to tell us for fear of worrying us. Also, he received this rather alarming letter today in the post.”

“What? Lemme see that thing.” He takes the piece of paper in his hands and scans it over, eyebrows raising in alarm. “Aurelius this is not okay.  Is this the person whose been botherin’ ya?”

“Maybe...? I can’t really be sure. The implied sender isn’t the person whose been bothering me at school rather a girl that just transferred to RAD but I think it might have been forged by that person so I would avoid the sender at all costs. I want to meet her and confirm whether or not it’s really her.”

“You absolutely will not be doin’ that.”

“Dad I-”

“I said no. Aurelius, ya have no idea how dangerous people like this really are. I’ve had someone like this threaten your mother’s life multiple times back when we had first started officially datin’. Even Uncle Asmo got the same thing when he and Solomon went public with their relationship and other demons found out they had a kid together. I think combined, your uncle and I got close ta a thousand of these types of letters. It got so out of hand that at one point Uncle Lucifer had to step in and deal with it for us. This spells out nothing but trouble for ya and I don’t want ya getting' hurt by some nutcase that has a few bolts loose in the head.”

“Dad, you’re overreact-”

“No, I’m not, you’re not doing this and that’s final. I still have every single one of those letters and I’ll let ya read the worst ones to show ya just how dangerous something like this can get. Believe me when I tell ya this is not something ya want to deal with. And I’m warning you right now. If you get another one of these types of letters, I’m pulling ya out of modeling until you’re at least 1700 years old.”

“But what about my contract? Won’t I get penalized for breaking it?”

“We had a clause put in the fine print that if your father and I felt you were unsafe or were not benefitting from it emotionally or physically for any reason during the term of your contracts, that we had the right to terminate them at any point in time for your safety.” Arella explained.

The teen only sighs. He knows he should listen to his father but there’s something nagging him at the back of his mind. “Alright, I won’t do it.”

“Thank you.” Arella let out a relieved sigh. “We should get going now. It’s late enough as it is and your father and I both have to work in the morning. Give your sister a hug if you wish.”

The twins nodded as they moved to give each other a hug.

“See ya at school, I guess.” Azalea sighed. “Sorry I got ya booted back home.”

“It’s fine. This wouldn’t be happening if I hadn’t started it. Love you.”

“Love you too.” They let each other go and Aurelius headed off with their mother after Azalea gave her a hug goodbye.

“Are ya good ta go back down the stairs in your room without sliding down the railing? Your room is messy and I don’t want ya tripping and hurting yourself over a pile of books. Ask your cousin to help ya clean it tomorrow.”

“I think so. If I need it, I’ll just guilt Zulima inta helping me. She owes me after that trick she organized.”

“Okay,” the demon chuckles as he pulled his daughter into a hug. “I’ll come back ta check on you when I get back from the fourth layer with your brother. Make sure you use that cane, please. It’ll only benefit you, kiddo. I love you.”

She nodded as she let her father go. “Love you too. See ya then...” Azalea watched them go before going to put the plates in the sink and climbing the stairs. She stopped at Max’s doors and knocked, knowing it was about the time she’d be getting ready to bed. When she heard a soft ‘come in’, Azalea pushed opened the door.

“Hey...” She says as she walked in and closed the door. “We should talk...”

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[genshin-obsessed]

Hey pocket! Can I tell you something? I just need to vent...

Well, you see, in my group of friends where we all play gacha games (FGO, Arknights, PGR, GI, Feh and Honkai) I do have the highest chance of pulling an ssr. I dunno, they call me "Luck EX" even tho I'm not that invested in gacha, not until GI (also, I am not bragging. This luck, rng... it costed me happiness). You see, for the last banners of AK, I managed to bag all the operators present in that banner (Saga, Dusk, Nian and Mr. Nothing). Now you know what's next, Salt Party. This continued as I got Yoimiya and so on. Now, we decided to play Tears of Themis, which a friend of mine is really adamant on not letting us play. I pulled an ssr as a beginner, again salt party as I pulled another one on a single. Now I fell in love more with the gameplay. I loved it even more than the gacha. I promised that I'll stop but I had an episode of insomnia last night and decided to play it in hopes it's reading part will make me sleepy. I sent a few ss because I find some scenes funny. Now this friend of mine found out and told the chat, which I translate "When will I have gacha peace?" and has been saying so in a very, I dunno... fed up manner. She also tells me "Why did you installed it again" and I told her the reason but she ignored it. I slept at around 5:30 in the morning because my insomnia episode kept me from sleeping, even with ToT's music and all. I felt bad, not just for her but also for myself because I realized that I may have been causing them pain by playing. So I just decided to leave my friend group for a while. They're better off w/o me anyway. They love her Zhongli and has heard that they preferred her. Anyways. That is all... I deleted them all from my friendlist in all gacha games and left our GC. I dunno. I feel empty rn. Is it my fault? I enjoy the game and... I don't know. Thank you for listening to me. (btw, I love Marius. He makes me happy, atleast.)

-(Foggy) Ocean

Hey, hey Ocean!! It’s been a while!!

First off lemme start by saying THAT’S AWESOME!! You should be happy you’re lucky!!

Now, I get it, I have a lucky friend who usually gets all his choice characters, but that doesn’t mean I should get angry at him. I can understand that it’s frustrating, you want a character so bad and you try really hard, only to watch your friend get that character/card super easily.

But that doesn’t mean they can be rude to you. And they shouldn’t dictate whether you play a certain game or not. It’s literally not your fault that you’re lucky, nor is it their fault they’re unlucky.

You didn’t cause any of that pain unintentionally and they shouldn’t act like you did. You enjoy the games you like, you get super lucky, and collect all the characters/cards you want and don’t let anyone dictate how you play/feel!!

I’m super happy for you ^w^ you are a damn lucky bean!! And my only recommendation is:

Try a lottery ticket ^w^

Oh! And Marius loves you too!!!

[liathgray]

https://imgur.com/a/m3JsHfP

https://imgur.com/a/pTji8Tk

you don't have to post these or anything, i was just half-assedly trying and failing to get chapter four out of my system and figured i might as well send the only low-quality sketches i came up with (after... far too long) your way. i haven't gone two minutes without thinking about capra since i read it this morning ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ maybe more to come but also i have commissions and just spent an hour sketching and deleting scenes from a fanfic instead of working on it F

Holy HELL—

The... the EVERYTHING??? I am... i need to lay down a sec and process this how did you make these so DEVASTATINGLY beautiful? Its like I can feel it in my bones oh my goodness.

I absolutely didn’t just tear up. Nope. Not at all what are you talking about those aren’t tearsits just dusty in here. I’m going to look at these for hours and go hogwild, thank you. I hope you dont mind if I include the images here (lemme know if you’d rather it just be the link!)

Of course the commissions are very important and you should definitely work on em! but I would be thrilled if you accidentally made more sketches

[resilientdolan]

Drown (G.D) - part 14//end

A/N: idk i feel like it’s the shittiest part wtf. also, please lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist!

Word-count: 1.8k+

Summary: Goodbye isn’t forever, it’s Bianca and Grayson’s “i’ll see you again”

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If only Bianca could delete that Saturday from her life, she would. It’s 7 in the morning and here she is, putting her maroon cardigan over her floral dress to get ready for the day that she never thought that she would face.

The day to say goodbye to the love of her life.

Bianca gently brushes her long dark locks with her fingers as she looks at her own refelction in the mirror. She suddenly got distracted by a picture that she tacked on her mirror. It’s a polaroid picture of her and Grayson in the back of his Porsche, from the night she lost it to him. Bianca smiling as she took the picture with her camera, with Grayson’s arms wrapped around her, smiling as well. Literally the best night of her life.

Once she’s all set, she heads downstairs to the kitchen only to grab her favorite juicebox. Her mom, who’s sitting on the stool in the counter with her dad, greets her with a smile.

“Good morning, miss pouty,” she teases, since Bianca looks so quiet that morning, completely different with the usual Bianca.

“Morning, mom,” she replies shortly.

“You okay?,” she glances over at her daughter who’s making her way towards the fridge.

“I’m...,” she pauses as she turns around to face her, and she shakes her head. “I’m not okay, Mom. I don’t want him to leave,” she replies in shaky voice. It’s obvious she’s trying to hold herself back from crying.

“Oh, my little baby,” her dad opens his arms wide to scoop her into a hug. “Both of you will be okay. You can text each other, facetime too—“

“No, you don’t get it. I want him around me. Like physically, not only through the phone,” Bianca lays her her head on her dad’s shoulder as she mumbles. “Actually... I’ve been thinking,” she pauses once again.

“About?,” her mom arches her brow as a reaction to her statement.

“I— uh... I want to move to LA with him,” she replies absent-mindedly. Her parents remain silent as she speaks again. “Like... I know I said that I want to go to Bloomfield, but honestly... I— I want to move somewhere new, and you know—,” she sighs.

“Go on, baby, we’ll listen,” her dad encourages her to go on.

“Well— Grayson asked me to move to to LA, with him, because he wants me near, and honestly, I do want it to. But in the other hand... I—I just want to be a good daughter. I want to spend my time as much as I can with you two,” she chews her lower lip. “I mean— I know it’ll hurt you two but—.”

Her father quickly shakes his head as he pulls away for a bit so he can face his only daughter. “Bianca, what? Hurt us? You’re not hurting us!,” he replies.

“But I’m going to leave—“

“Sweetie, we’ll be okay! Do whatever makes you happy. Chase your dreams. You’ll always have our support,” her mom adds. “You can visit us during breaks, and Grayson can visit his family too!,” she speaks excitedly.

“Wait, you’re okay with me leaving?,” Bianca frowns.

“Of course! Honey, you’re no longer a kid,” her dad gently pats her back. “If the idea of moving to a new place with your loved one makes you happy, do it, baby. We’re not holding you back,” he nods his head.

“Are you sure?,” Bianca asks once again to make sure about that.

“Sweetie, we’ll be okay. We’ll stay in touch,” her Mom replies.

“I love you. I love you two so much,” Bianca lets out a soft sigh as she pulls her parents into a group hug for a while. “I promise, I’ll be good. And we can talk everyday, yeah?,” she mumbles.

“Promise. Now it’s time for you to see your man for the last time before he leaves. We can discuss about this once you’re back, it’s nearly 7.45, honey,” her dad reminds her.

“Right, see you later, i love you!,” Bianca quickly pulls away and grabs her juicebox along with her keys.

She just can’t wait to tell him about the news.

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“That’s my girl!,” Bianca can hear Grayson’s voice echoes through the hallway as soon as he sees her making her way towards him. She gets to excited that she starts running towards him. Grayson decides to match her energy by opening his arms wide to welcome her into a hug. Ethan is there as well. He waves his hand at her before he shifts his gaze back to Mabel, who was talking to him.

“I thought you’re not coming,” Grayson pokes out his bottom lip as he carefully lifts her off the ground. Bianca quickly shakes her head as she moves her hands up to cup his cheeks.

“No, I’m definitely coming. I need to see you for the last time,” she replies.

“Oh, hey, I have something for you,” Grayson carefully sets her down after few moments before he shoves his hand into the pocket of his denim jacket that he’s wearing. He quickly pulls out a small maroon box, with a bow on it, and opens it.

A small padlock necklace, with the letter G engraved on the back of the padlock.

“Grayson, it looks so pretty,” Bianca stands in awe as she watches him taking the necklace out of the box.

“Not as pretty as my girl, and oh! I got my initial engraved, see?,” he enthusiastically shows the back of the padlock, where she can see the letter G engraved there, to her.

“Grayson, you actually don’t have to—“

“Shh, let me put it on you. Turn around,” he quickly cuts her off. Bianca quickly turns around so he can put the necklace on her. Once he’s done, she reaches her hand up to touch the padlock.

“You’re mine, and all mine. That’s why I’m choosing padlock. Also, it’s the place were I should be, right next to your heartbeat, just like what Ed Sheeran said,” he smiles.

“We’re going to be away from each other for two weeks, Gray,” Bianca replies, hoping he would notice the fact that she mentions the word two weeks.

“Yeah— wait, two weeks?,” Grayson glances over at his girl with a slight frown.

Bianca nods her head quickly as the smile on her face grows even wider than before. “Give me two weeks, I’ll pack my stuff and move in with you,” she explains.

“Bianca, what—“

“I talked to my parents this morning and they’re okay with me moving to LA. Now, please give me two weeks to pack my things amd prepare everything. We’ll be together again soon, Gray,” she squeals, throwing her arms around his neck to close the gap between them.

“Holy fuck!,” Grayson yells, so loud that probably the everyone around the hallway can hear him. “Baby, that’s fantastic!,” he scoops his girlfriend into another hug.

“I know! I can’t wait!,” she giggles.

“Dolan? Is that you?,” an unfamiliar voice distracts the lovebirds.

Grayson shifts his gaze from the girl in her arms to the one standing three feet away from him. There stands a girl with long blonde hair, with a pair of blue eyes, and very much taller than Bianca.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me. Wait— Alana?,” Grayson squints his eyes.

“Yeah, it’s me!,” the blonde girl replies. Bianca quickly shifts his gaze from her boyfriend, then to the new girl that she just met as she pulls away from the hug.

“Damn, it’s been a while, hey!,” Grayson comments. The girl that he’s talking to wraps her arms around his torso, pulling him into a quick hug.

Who’s this girl?

“This is my girlfriend, Bianca. Bianca, this is Alana Whitman, one of my old friends, also... Oliver’s ex-girlfriend,” he speaks in playful tone like he’s messing with her. Oliver is one of Grayson’s cousins.

“Oh, shut up,” Alana playfully shoves him off.

But what catches Bianca’s attention is the name of the girl in front of her, not the fact that she’s Oliver’s ex-girlfriend. Alana Whitman.

Bianca met Alana once when she was 13, on the twins’ birthday party. She has been friends with the twins since they were younger. But that’s not the most important part. The thing is, Alana is Grayson’s first kiss. Though it only happened once, all thanks to that stupid spin-the-bottle game. Grayson also told her once that he used to have a crush on Alana, but it’s all over once he had to witness Alana choosing his cousin instead of him.

Who wouldn’t have a crush on Alana Whitman? Super tall, blue eyes, straight blonde hair. Isla’s nothing compared to her.

“Oh, hello there,” she gives Bianca a small smile. Bianca nods her head as she waves her hand.

“Hey, anyway, where are you going, Alana?,” Grayson asks.

“I’m going to LA,” she smiles.

“Wait, LA? We are too— I mean, Ethan and I. Bianca’s leaving next week,” Grayson elaborates. “Boarding time?,” Grayson asks.

“09.50. Yours?,” Alana answers once she checked her boarding pass.

“Me too! I hope we’re sitting not way too far from each other so I can talk to you, because I’m sure Ethan will sleep during the whole flight,” he chuckles.

Bianca remains quiet. She kinda feels excluded there, but she doesn’t know where to go, since Ethan’s busy talking to Mabel.

“Oh, and hey, I think it’s time for us to leave?,” Alana takes a quick glance at her watch before she shifts her gaze back to Grayson.

“Oh, yeah, right,” he nods before he shifts his gaze back to his girlfriend. “Baby, it’s time,” he coos.

“Yeah. I know. I’ll miss you,” Bianca mumbles as she wraps her arms around his torso, so tight that she doesn’t want to let him go.

“2 weeks, and then we’ll be together again,” he hugs her back.

“Gray?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re mine, you’re— all mine,” she whispers in his ear. Grayson shakes his head as he squeezes her gently.

“I know, baby, I know,” he nods. “Be good when I’m away, yeah?,” he tucks a strand of her hair to the back of Bianca’s ear.

“I will. And you too, yeah?,” she gently bites down her lower lip. He gives her another nod as a respond.

“C’mon, E, it’s time,” Grayson calls for his twin. Ethan gives Mabel a quick hug before he grabs his suitcase and follows Grayson and Alana.

Bianca tugs her hands on the edge of her cardigan as he watches her favorite man walking away with his twin and that girl. She bites her lower lip once again to hold herself back from crying. But a moment later, there she stands, screaming his name.

“Grayson!”

Hearing her calling his name, Grayson turns around, only to find her running towards him to plant a soft kiss onto his lips. In reflex, Grayson cups her cheeks as he returns the kiss.

“I love you, Grapeson. See you in two weeks, please wait for me,” Bianca sniffles as she pulls away.

“And I love you, Bumblebee. I’ll be waiting, baby,” he scoops her into a hug one more time before he waves his hand for the last time and turns around to follow Ethan and Alana.

One thing running inside her head as she watches him leaving.

Why leaving in two weeks if she can leave next week?

She needs to mark her own territory.

-to be continued-

coming soon: Thick and Thin