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Like my father pt 2 {burb}

Sirius x Potter!Reader

An: Already writing part 3. This can also be read as a solo.

CW: Amos Diggory slander, not proof read, use of y/n, bad dates, just cheesy fluff,

Summary: Reader has a bad date and Sirius comes to the rescue

Wc: 2451

Part one Part two

“I genuinely can't believe you let her walk out that door with him.” James groaned from the love seat where Lily had found a perch in his lap.

It was just a few months after your graduation when you informed your family and co. that you were seeing someone. Someone four years older, Amos Diggory. James protested, Sirius protested, even your mother did. Didn't stop you from accepting his date invitation. Nor did it stop you from leaving to go out to eat with him either.

Lily rolled her eyes, gently nudging James with her elbow. “Oh, come off it, James. She’s not a child anymore. She can handle herself.”

Sirius ran a hand through his hair, every part of him was tense, despite how he played it cool. “Drop it, mate.”

James sat up straighter, glaring at Sirius with indignation. “Drop it? Are you serious? She’s going out with a guy who’s practically an adult! What if he tries something? You know how boys are at that age!”

“Yeah, he's one of them.” Remus muttered and took a sip of his tea, earning a smack from Sirius.

“Stop talking like she isn't old enough to make her own choices.” Sirius huffed, crossing his arms defensively. “She was bound to start dating eventually.”

“Sure, but that doesn’t mean I can’t worry! I mean.” James pointed at Sirius and then back at himself. “He's older than us. I don't like it.”

“Maybe he is, but she’s not going to be alone with him in a dark alley, James. They’re going to a restaurant,” Remus chimed in, giving an amused sigh. “Let her live a bit.”

“This conversation isn't happening again.” Lily groaned as she stood up, grabbing James by his hand. “We're going to bed.”

James looked up at Lily and squeezed her hand with an affectionate, hell, lovesick look. “Yes ma'am.”

“Whipped.” Sirius huffed and Remus gave him a look.

“Goodnight all.” James waved before he pointed at Sirius with a glare. “You're gonna lose her, mate. Get your shit together.”

Sirius flipped him off before he sunk back into his bed. Sighing threw his nose and sank into the couch.

“You can't ignore it forever, Sirius.” Remus muttered and Sirius gave a scoff.

“Oh, but I can. And I will. She trusts me, she likes me, she thinks I'm just the greatest. I'm okay with that.” Sirius sighed and Remus gave a huff.

“Sirius, if she likes this guy-”

“Then I'll be happy for her.” He interrupted and ran his fingers a bit more purposefully through his hair. “She'll find someone worth her time.”

“Ugh. Is this how it felt talking to me?” Remus mumbled and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“I'm nothing, Remus. I don't have a damn thing to offer her. Not even my name means more than hers.”

Remus frowned. “That’s not true, and you know it. You’re a good guy, and you care about her. That counts for something. She wouldn't care about anything else.”

“Yeah, but it’s not enough,” Sirius grumbled, his voice laced with frustration. “I’m just her brother’s best friend. Some couch surfer her parents pitied. I’m not what she needs. Not when she could have someone like Amos. He’s got it all; looks, charm, and a future ahead of him. What do I have? A knack for getting into trouble and a penchant for living on the edge?”

“Sirius,” Remus interjected firmly, leaning forward. “You know she doesn't think like that. You haven't even given her the choice.”

“But she so often picks the wrong one.” He groaned and Remus shook his head.

“Just think about it, mate. I'm going to bed, you coming?”

“No I uhm…” Sirius glanced at the window and bit his cheek. “Think ima stay up for her. You know, to lock up after her.”

Remus slowly smiled and nodded, dismissing himself.

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Sirius was shocked awake by the sound of the house phone ringing. He hissed and rubbed his eyes, having fallen asleep on the couch.

He groaned, the muffled ringing echoing through the house as he squinted at the clock on the wall. It was well past nine, when you should have been home. Who in their right mind was calling this late? He internally nagged himself for not being awake to welcome you home.

Reluctantly, he pushed himself up from the couch, his body stiff from the awkward position he had been in. As he shuffled toward the kitchen, he could hear the phone ringing again, the sound almost piercing his ears. He reached the phone just as it stopped, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, it started ringing again.

“Ugh, bloody hell.” He muttered, picking up the receiver a bit more aggressively then needed. “Potter residence, what-”

“Sirius? Is that you?”

At the sound of your voice he almost toppled over. “Bambi? The hell? What are you still doing out?”

“Uhm.. dinner ran a bit later than I thought.” You whispered and you began to ring your fingers through the cord. “Would it.. would it be too much to ask you to come pick me up?”

Sirius thought about what you were asking for a moment, you didn't exactly sound thrilled to be there.

Not that he had to think about his answer for too long.

“Of course, bambi. Just stay put, yeah?”

“Okay, I’ll be here.” You sounded relieved, and Sirius could picture you visibly relaxing on the other end of the line.

He hung up the phone and quickly grabbed his jacket from the back of the couch, his mind racing with questions.

Sirius slipped on his shoes and headed for the door, he paused and quickly grabbed a pair of your sneakers before hurrying out.

It wasn't long before he got to the restaurant. Walking at night wasn't Sirius’s idea of fun, but the idea of you sounding so nervous and scared, he didn't even realize how fast he was moving. Some fancy place he was sure you'd never be found dead in. Even with your family’s status, you'd more often than not be found in diners.

He walked in, standing awkwardly at the waiting area. He peeked over the hostess stand, looking around the restraint curiously, only able to spot Amos sitting at a table alone. He furrowed his brow, before he felt a tug at his sleeve.

Turning around to see you, smiling up at him. The same smile you shot him when you headed out earlier tonight.

“Hey, little bug, what's going on?” His entire demeanor turned soft, and your smile faltered just a moment.

“I just wanna go home.” You whispered softly and Sirius took a glance back at the table, able to see Diggory looking around curiously.

He nodded and wrapped his arm around your waist, escorting you out of the restaurant to the grand stairs that lead to the sidewalk. He pointed down to the last few steps. “Sit.”

You huffed but did as you were told. Watching as he kneeled in front of you and took off your heels, replacing them with your sneakers.

You hugged yourself, the noodle strap dress doing very little to cut the cold. “Thank you, Siri…”

He sighed a bit at the nickname, standing up and taking your hand to help you up. “Did you call me all the way out here to ditch some boy?”

“Merlin, Siri, he's such a git.” You hissed and looped your arm around his. Clinging to what little warmth he gave off, as he began to lead you home.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a mix of concern and curiosity flooding his thoughts. “What do you mean? What happened?”

You leaned into him a bit more, seeking comfort from the chill in the air and the whirlwind of emotions from the evening. Not used to the more casual treatment from men. Usually, being James Potter’s sister was a reminder enough for men to go above and beyond for your attention.

Given your brother was the boy who would dedicate his Quidditch Cup wins to his girlfriend or declare his love with obnoxious displays. Of course, {Y/N} Potter wouldn't entertain anything less. Seems Amos figured a pretty face was enough. “It started off fine, but then he just… I don’t know, he got too flirty and it felt really off. I thought I could handle it, but he just kept pushing. I felt uncomfortable, and I didn't want to make a scene.”

“Flirty how?” Sirius asked, keeping his voice low and steady, trying to gauge how serious the situation was. Debating on if it was worth running back in.

“He kept talking about how pretty I looked and how lucky he was to be with me.” You explained, your voice barely above a whisper. “At first, it was nice. I mean, you know I like being flattered.”

“What? No. I would have never guessed.” Sirius mocked and you hit his side with a huff.

“Shut up!” You laughed lightly, but the tension in your voice betrayed your discomfort. “But then he started getting too personal, asking if I was a good kisser and if I wanted to go back to his place after dinner. It just felt… wrong.”

Sirius felt a surge of anger course through him, and he tightened his grip on your arm as you walked together. “Did you tell him to back off?”

You nodded, looking down at your feet. “I did, but he just brushed it off and laughed. I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I just made up an excuse about needing to call you. It was the only way I could get out of there.”

“Good thinking.” He praised, his voice softening. “You did the right thing. You don’t have to put up with that kind of behavior from anyone, no matter how charming they might seem.”

You looked up at him, slowly your bottom lip began to quiver and he gave a surprised and panicked look. Before his expression slowly turned soft. “Oh, bambi.”

“I didn't like it.” You whispered, quickly lifting your free hand to dry your gathering tears. “It was my first date and I hated it.”

“Hey, hey.” He whispered and stopped walking. Lifting his hand to shoo away your own, using his thumb to dry your tears. “Hey, none of that, it wasn't your fault.”

“He was so gross.” You whined out and he tutted, pulling away as you took a shaky breath. “And his cologne smells awful.”

Sirius gave a startled chuckle and you slowly smiled up at him. “Smelt like a mix of cheap aftershave and desperation.” You added, a hint of laughter breaking through your earlier distress. He gave a louder laugh as he began to lead you back down the street.

“How cruel of you.” He chuckled and you shook your head, giving a small sniff. “How cruel of me? How cruel of him! I had to smell it all night, I'm the victim here.”

Sirius couldn’t help but smile at your determination to find humor in the situation despite how upset you had been moments earlier. “You’re absolutely right.”

You giggled, the sound warming Sirius’s heart. It was nice to see you lightening up, even if just a little. “I mean, really, if you’re going to wear something that strong, at least make sure it doesn’t smell like it came from the bargain bin. My dad has better smelling cologne and he actually gets it from the bargain bin.”

He shook his head. “Do you even know cologne? Is that even on your radar?”

“Well, no but.. I like my dads. And yours.” You hummed and leaned in closer, taking a small whiff of him before you scrunched up your nose. “Not this one. The green bottle.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk creeping onto his face. “The one I wore at Hogwarts?”

You laughed, your tension easing. “Definitely. It smells way better than what that git was wearing. You’d have all the ladies swooning.”

“Ah, but I’m not trying to swoon anyone tonight.” He hummed, his tone suddenly more serious as he looked down at you. “I’m just focused on getting you home safe.”

You met his gaze, a mix of gratitude and warmth filling your chest. “I appreciate that, Sirius. It means a lot to me.”

“Course. Next time you need a date, you just let me know, and I’ll screen them first,” Sirius offered, half-joking but also completely serious. “I’ll make sure they meet the ‘Sirius Standard.’”

You laughed. “The Sirius Standard? Oh please, I know how you treat your girls.”

“Not my girls. They aren't my girls.” He chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

“You don't have girls anymore? You've changed, Black.”

“Who needs girls when I got you to look after? Too much work if you ask me.” He huffed and you slowly smiled, fiddling with the threads of his warn jacket.

You guys eased into a calm silence. It wasn't long until you were home, and he was lifting up his keys and kneeling down to take off your shoe. You gave a sleepy yawn, looking down as he stood infront of you.

He did a double take, noticing how you chewed your lip.

“What's on your mind, bambi?”

“Just.. boys. Is it weird, Siri? That I haven't dated yet?”

“What? Doll, is that why you went out with him?”

“... maybe. Just.. James got to me the other day. I haven't dated anyone, that can't be normal.”

He cooed and walked over to you, “It's not, but it's special. You know what you want. That's a good thing.”

You looked up at him, your expression thoughtful. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely.” He affirmed confidently. “You’re not going to settle for just anyone. You’ll wait for someone who makes you feel safe and happy. That’s way more important than just dating for the sake of it.”

You smiled softly. “Thanks, Sirius. You always know how to make me feel better.”

“That's my job, isn't it?” He grinned back at you, before lifting up his arms. “Come ‘er.”

You giggled and hurried over to him, slipping your arms around his waist and nuzzling your face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, giving you a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Don't go rushing into things, bams. You've got a lot of years to find someone.” He whispered against your hair and you absolutely melted into him. Not noticing as the stairs from the second floor creaked and James peaked down to look at Sirius. Giving him a smile and hurrying back upstairs.

“Siri?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we watch a movie tonight?”

“Is it Grease?”

“... maybe.”

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you’re all i want

bf!rafe cameron x fem!reader

cw — fluff, talks of bad home life

summary — rafe comes home from a long day and wants nothing more than his girl.

a/n — hi guys!! should i write more smut or soft stuff? i literally have no idea and i enjoy writing both so i’d love to know which one you guys like reading more

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

tough love was all rafe had ever known. well, he considered it love. anyone else who saw the way his family treated him would describe it as anything and everything but love. he wasn’t perfect, like everyone else, and it seemed as if his parents made sure he knew that in the worst ways possible.

and as much as he wanted to please his father and show that he could step up and be perfect, it made him hate being home. he wouldn’t say that he hated ward because he knew he didn’t, more like envied him, but the way he treated him made him truly unhappy like never before. it felt like he would never be enough for anyone.

until he met you.

you were all soft touches and loving words. it made him dizzy when the two of you first met. knowing that you were so sweet to him and he was so undeserving of it made him want to curl up and breakdown. nothing he could do would ever make you lash out on him the way his father did. you were forever such a gentle person.

you’d comfort him for hours if thats what he needed, nurse him back to health when he was sick, and listen whenever he needed to say something. never once did you interrupt him and tell him he was insane or stupid, you just sat and listened while nodding along and clinging to every word he said. he’d never felt so understood until you.

it made him sick to his stomach that he couldn’t reciprocate those actions. he was never shown them therefore he had no clue how to do what you did. he tried his best to comfort you in the way you comforted him but it just felt so unnatural. yet you would always tell him how proud you were of him for branching out and trying. even if it was just a hug and a kiss to your forehead, mumbling “it’ll be okay,” when you were sad.

you’d always been proud of how much you watched him grow and he’d be lying if he said hearing that didn’t make him want to continue to better himself. he loved pleasing you and making you happy, but it was different than with ward. he didn’t do it for the validation or the rewards, he did it because seeing you happy was genuinely such a satisfying feeling for him and knowing he could repay you in some way for your kindness towards him made his heart full.

being able to come home to you in your shared home everyday after work was like a dream come true. it was like his life had done a complete 180 and he had no idea what he’d done to deserve you, but he made sure to pray every morning that you never left his side. he was a better person with you and he’d never been this happy.

and today was just another long day of working for his dads company. maybe it was the big workload or the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking about coming home to his beautiful girl, but the day had dragged on longer than usual. he wanted nothing more than to just be cuddled up beside you in bed.

he dropped his stuff on the couch when he walked into the house and locked the door. the house was oddly quiet and eerie. your car was out in the front so he assumed you were still home, unless you’d gone out with your friends.

he walked through the living room a kitchen but found it empty. he walked up the stairs and to your shared bedroom, finding you asleep on your stomach in your pretty pink sports bra that he loved, tucked under the blanket that was bunched up by your hips.

the sight made him smile at how peaceful and relaxed you looked. he almost didn’t want to disturb you. he quietly reached into his drawers and pulled out a pair of sweat pants before quickly changing and throwing his shirt off and to the hamper of dirty clothes then making his way over to his side of the bed.

he slowly placed his knee onto the mattress as it dipped beneath his weight while he leaned down and placed gentle kisses on the exposed skin of your shoulders. you stirred slightly and smiled in your sleep. “hi, rafe,” you mumbled groggily, still mostly asleep.

he laid down beside you and crawled under the covers, gently lifting them up your body further so you were warm. “hi beautiful,” he replied quietly as to not disturb you too much.

“was work okay?” you asked, rolling over to cuddle into his side and lay your head on his chest. his heartbeat was soothing to listen to.

he nodded even though you couldn’t see it and gently ran a hand through your hair by the crown of your head, stopping every now and then to massage your scalp. “mhm. was long but ‘ts okay. jus’ happy to be here with you.” you smiled even bigger looked up at him. you were so proud of how far he’d come. he’d gotten so much better at expressing his feelings lately. “you’re so pretty, baby.”

you pressed a soft kiss to his lips before laying your head back down against his chest to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. the sound of his heartbeat slowly lulled you back to sleep, making rafe’s heart throb with nothing but love. you looked so beautiful when in everything that you did.

he slipped the hand that was on your waist down underneath the covers and gently ran it up and down your back in a comforting motion. it made you sigh in your sleep and hug onto him tighter. he tilted his head to the side for a second to place a loving kiss to your forehead before closing his eyes and attempting to find sleep himself.

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Lost focus (He’s too pretty)

Summary: Reader has an exam to study for and only has a few hours to cram everything in their brain. Distractions are a thing so reader decides that enlisting Jason’s help might work. It doesn’t

Words: 1.1k

Wrote this one myself. ∠(ᐛ 」∠)

Can you tell how much I like him?

This was way more challenging than you thought it would be. You had a couple of chapters left with barely enough time to complete them. If! And only if, you got your shit together, rubbed them two brain cells, and forced yourself to push through, you might succeed. You could do it if you really put your mind to it, but

You just can’t focus.

Your phone was right side up right next you, and you can’t help but glance at it every time the screen lit up.

Gasp!

You just got an amazing idea!

It might just be genius.

Maybe Jason can help.

Jason, your hubby, your guardian Angel, your strong teddy bear, your sweetheart, the love of your life, the-

Okay-

You’re getting off track. Where were you?

Oh yes! Maybe Jason can help you keep your focus.

You get off your desk, stretch a bit cuz you been on that chair since like-… Wait…., what time even is it.

You glimpsed at your clock above your door, and-

Gasp!

Holy crap!

You’ve been get distracted for over an hour!

Realizing the amount of time you just wasted daydreaming, it cemented the fact that you absolutely must get Jason to keep track of you and act as your pretty, beautiful, breathtaking, delightful, sexy-

Whoa- best to keep it family friendly.

You just need him! Period!

And so, you venture out of your room and into the harsh, chaotic environment that resides outside your door that you haven’t seen in years -ahem- a few hours.

Jason was just chillin’ on the couch in the living room reading a book that he’d been wanting to catch up on since forever, it’s a rare day off.

You arrive at the entrance of the living room and pause, your gaze wandering in search of him.

Huzzah!

Lover has been spotted!

Now to plot a dramatic entrance and maybe hope to startle him.

(You know he heard you from the moment you left your room, but you like to delude yourself into thinking that you might be able to sneak up on him)

You stomp your way into the living room and stand just a few feet away from the entrance-

He noticed you making your way in and opened his beautiful mouth with pretty soft, glossy lips that you could just bite-

Whoa- family friendly remember?

-to ask if you needed anything.

You then announce,

“Beloved! I have encountered a dilemma and require your assistance!”

Jason looks at bit surprised at your use of fancy talk then chuckles, “Sure thing, chipmunk. What do you need?”

You now lose your nerve and just revert back to normal talk, totally not because you lack the proper vocabulary to talk like a person out of a fantasy novel, definitely not.

It’s not!

Anyway!

Where were you? Ah, right. You were about to converse with this divine being you call your boyfriend, who has graced your life with his presence and brought nothing but good fortune and love, and ask for his help.

He looks at you expectantly, closing his book after bookmarking it, and waits for you to answer.

His eyes are pretty as he looks at you. Like a swirl of green in a bottomless ocean that would just absolutely drown you, from love or something else you don’t know, you don’t mind either. If he points his gun at you and shoots, you might just thank him for it.

Damn.

You’re a simp.

He’s still waiting for you to speak.

Okay! Not the time to have realizations about yourself! Concentrate!

You clear your throat, “I just need you keep track of me while I study so I don’t get distracted.” You take a deep breath to compose yourself and not drift back to thinking about how his thighs could-

WHAO!! ABORT! ABORT!

He gives you a nod to encourage you to finish what you wanted to say. Honestly, bless his heart. His patience is eternal. Especially if he has to deal with you. A million topics at a time with no momentary focus whatsoever.

You take another deep breath, “I’m getting really distracted and really need you to keep me focused and just watch me to make sure I get things done. Can you help me?” You look down as you fiddle with the strings of your hoodie. Why is it so embarrassing to ask for his help. Maybe cuz it feels like a godly creation such as himself shouldn’t be doing dumb things just to appease a feeble mortal like you. How you bagged someone like him is beyond you.

“Sure, chipmunk. I don’t mind.” He smiled. Oh, my god. It’s too bright. You stare. You think you’re getting blinded by how brightly he shines.

What’s that noise?

Oh, he’s snapping his fingers in front of your face. He looks concerned. Oh no. You made Angel upset. Damnit! Think fast!

“Sweetheart?” He asks, “You with me?” He’s slightly frowning in worry. The light from the living room window highlights his hair and makes his high cheekbones more pronounced. His hair looks really shiny and fluffy too. You just wanna touch it.

So you do.

You reach out a hand towards his head as he looks at you with concern mixed in with confusion. You run your fingers through his hair, you then start petting it.

Mmm. Fluffy.

Realization makes its way across his face. He snorts, then lets out a short laugh. If that’s the last sound you hear before you die, then you can die happy. “Is that why you wanted me to help?” He smirks, “Can’t keep track of your attention?” He’s not pulling away, so you guess he’s enjoying your little pets.

“Uhh,” how dignified, “Yeah, n-no. I can’t.”

He smiles again at your stutter, you’re so cute. His smile seems brighter than your future, your heart might just give out at this point, “Alright. Let’s get you back to studying, yeah?”

He gives a kiss on the forehead before he turns you around, gently grabs you by your shoulders, and starts walking you back to your room.

As you enter, he nudges you towards your desk while he takes a seat on your bed.

He claps twice, “Chop chop, Chipmunk! Time to focus.” He then brings out a different book outta nowhere. Where was he hiding that? “I’ll be right here the whole time. Time to get to it, sweets.”

You nod in determination while give him a salute. He chuckles at your response as he lays back on your pillows while you turn back to your desk to try and get things done.

…..

You can hear him slowly breathing on your bed, the rustling noises that his clothes make when he moves to adjust himself, the flip of the paper from the book he’s reading. You took a glimpse at him from your peripherals. He looks ethereal in his fitted shirt and baggy sweatpants.

Yeah, you’re definitely failing your exam.

I think I have adhd…..

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Not Ready:

Summary: A conversation with your friends makes you worried about a touchy subject and Billie comforts you

Warnings: fluff, angsty-ish(?), mentions of smut 🥰

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The Californian sun shines brightly over the open-air mall located at the heart of Los Angeles. You are sitting with your friends at a café enjoying a latte, listening to a story that one of your friends is telling when in the midst of the conversation, your phone chimes. A smile instantly spreads on your face when you see that it is a text from your girlfriend, Billie.

‘Hey, pretty girl! Just checking up on you. I hope you’re having a good time with your friends. Can’t wait to see you soon,’ the text reads followed by a few heart emojis.

You quickly type: ‘Hi, babes! I am, thank you. See you when I get home’.

“Who’s making you smile like that, Y/N?” one of your friends tease in a sing-song voice.

“Billie,” you admit with a sheepish chuckle as you put away your phone. Your friends giggle, sending knowing looks to each other.

“How are things going between you two?” the other muses, her eyes glowing with delight.

“Things are going so well! She treats me like a princess… and we love each other so much,” you gush, your cheeks warming up as your friends giggle and ‘aww’ like schoolgirls.

Despite inviting Billie to your outing, she had insisted that you and your friends had fun by yourselves. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you’re missing your girlfriend. In the time that you two have been together, you’ve built quite a strong bond. And you couldn’t be happier.

“I bet you two can barely keep your hands off each other,” your friend smirks as your other friend wags her eyebrows playfully.

“Tell us eveything!” your other friend insists with a giddy smile.

You had a feeling this topic would be brought up. In the beginning of your relationship, you voiced your desire to save intimacy until further along in your relationship, wanting to take things slow. Billie has been nothing but patient and understanding, and while you know that she’s willing to wait for as long as you need to, you know that you can’t just make her wait forever.

“There isn’t that much to say,” you force a chuckle, shifting awkwardly in your chair. “Billie and I… we haven’t… y-y know…”

“No way! Really?” your first friend gasps, her eyes wide with shock.

“What are you two waiting for, Y/N?” the other interjects.

“We’re just taking it slow. And she’s been very respectful,” you defend, sipping your latte to fortify yourself.

Your first friend huffs. “But you two have been together for almost a year now! Billie’s probably loosing her patience.”

“It’s just sex, Y/N. Not rocket science,” your other friend adds with a chuckle although it comes out more like a scoff.

You quickly change the conversation, not wanting to feel even more embarrassed that you already are. Instead of listening to your friends talk, all you can hear are their words echoing in your ears. The more you resonate on their words, the more you realize that your friends are probably right about how Billie must be feeling. Your last relationship ended for the exact same reason, but Billie is not at all like your ex. She wouldn’t break up with you over something like this… would she?

“I have to go,” you say quickly and leave before any of your friends can say anything.

The drive home is quicker than you except it to be. It hardly gave you enough time to decide what you were going to do when you saw Billie. But the moment you see her at the entrance, smiling at you, you make up your mind.

“Welcome home, mama!” Billie exclaims happily as she makes her way over to you with her arms stretched out. She hugs you tightly, pepping kisses to your cheek.

“Thank you, Bills,” you say softly, and you swear that if she listened closer, she could hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“Let me help you with those,” Billie insists as she takes your bags from your hands. “What did you get? Anything cute?”

“Just some jeans and a new pair of shoes,” you murmur as you follow her into your shared bedroom. You glance at the bed, biting your lower lip, and all of the sudden it looks much more intimidating. And you find yourself asking if the bed has always taken up so much space.

“How are your friends?” Billie asks sweetly and your heart twists at the mention of them.

“They’re fine,” you say as nonchalantly as possible, forcing a smile. Of course, Billie sees right through it. She puts the bags down and makes her away over to you, her hands resting on your hips, pulling you closer. Her ocean blue eyes look at you with concern.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You—“

You cut Billie off by pressing your lips on hers, passionately, and for a moment Billie is frozen before she instantly kisses you back. Her grip on you tightens, her warm tongue massaging deliciously with yours, and you can’t help but moan into her mouth. You feel her smirk against your lips, and it gives you the confidence you need to trail your lips along her jawline and down her neck, making her gasp.

“God, Y/N,” Billie murmurs huskily, her voice low and rough, as she tilts her head up to give you more access. You suck gently on her sensitive, just the way she sometimes does to you, and the sound of your name being moaned reassures you that you’re doing something right.

Billie draws your mouth back to hers, the kiss more urgent, almost desperate than the one before. Your pulse quickens at the thought of the next step that needs to happen, and with that, you guide Billie to the bed. A soft moan escapes your girlfriend’s lips as she falls back gently on the bed. You straddle her, your heart beating against your chest, your mind scrambling to figure out what to do next. Then, as if to read your mind, Billie flips the two of you over.

“You’re so beautiful,” Billie whispers, gripping your chin lightly, and you notice that her eyes have darkened yet the usual softness is still visible in them, comforting you a bit.

“I love you, Billie,” you say softly, and Billie’s lips spread into a smile.

“I love you, too, Y/N,” she replies sincerely before brushing her lips against yours.

Then, to your great surprise, Billie gets off you.

“W-what’s wrong? You’re not going to make love to me?” you panic and Billie kisses your forehead, letting her lips linger there before pressing her forehead gently against yours.

“Not tonight, sweet girl,” Billie murmurs softly and your heart sinks.

“Why? Don’t you want me?” Your voice is barely above a whisper and for a moment you don’t recognize it. With a soft sigh, Billie pulls you to her lap, her arms wrapped around you tightly.

“Of course I do, Y/N. But I can tell that you’re not ready for this yet. I want this to be memorable for you. For us. And I love and respect you too much to do this when you’re not one hundred percent sure about it,” Billie says, her voice soft but firm.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimper as tears slowly begin to roll down your face. You’re embarrassed. And yet at the same time relieved. Deep down, you know you aren’t ready. Not anytime soon.

“You want to tell me what brought this on?” Billie asks, tucking a few loose stands behind your ear.

You take a deep breath. “My friends asked me how things were going with each other. And they asked if we’ve ever been intimate… and when I said no, they were in shock. One of them even said you were loosing your patience with me. That’s why… because… I-I’m sorry, Billie.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, my love,” your girlfriend assures you, gently wiping the tears away with her thumbs. She gives you a gentle smile. “I’d wait forever for you, Y/N. Not just for sex but for anything. Please don’t ever forget that.”

“Promise me that one day, when we do it, it’ll be special,” you murmur softly, looking into your girlfriend’s eyes.

“I promise,” Billie hums before sealing her promise with a gentle kiss.

“Cuddle me?” you request and Billie smiles softly.

“Whatever you want, Y/N,” she replies before laying down on the bed again, her arms reaching out for you. You snuggle up to her, grateful to have a girlfriend like Billie.

[otakusheep15]

Flufftober Day 31 - Proposal - Heartslabyul

Characters included: Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade

Word count: 2993

Riddle

Who proposes: Riddle

Riddle likes for everything to be perfect. Even after his overblot, that’s one thing he couldn’t shake off. 

This includes your relationship. He would never try and force you to be perfect, but he wants your relationship to be. He wants to be the perfect partner, the perfect gentleman. 

It takes him forever to propose, for better or worse. Riddle is definitely the kind of person to date for a super long time before even considering marriage. 

He wants to marry you, of course, but that’s a big commitment, and he has a lot he’d like to work out before he fully commits himself to you like that. It’s actually very mature of him. 

When he does propose, it’s after several years of courtship and dating. Everything is planned out perfectly and to his liking. 

Riddle decided to propose to you at a local park. There’s a lovely hidden clearing with a gazebo surrounded by rose bushes. It’s the perfect spot for a picnic date. 

The date is going so well. It’s a sunny day, there’s no other people around to disturb you, and you’re having an amazing time. 

Riddle is obviously nervous, and you can probably guess what’s going to happen. It’s cute watching him squirm as he waits for the perfect moment. 

Then, it happens. He stands up and moves to your side. He kneels down, and you wait eagerly in anticipation. He’s just about to speak…

And then thunder sounds throughout the park. Suddenly, rain is pouring everywhere. Luckily, the two of you are protected by the gazebo, but there’s no getting out anytime soon. 

Riddle looks between a mixture of annoyed and dejected. All of that planning, and he forgot to check the weather. Of course this would happen to him. 

And yet, you’re smiling. It’s the most perfect smile he’s ever seen, and even through his annoyance, he can’t help but melt at the sight of it. 

You look at him, urging him to finish what he was doing. He stares for a moment, slightly baffled that you seem so unbothered, but he continues on at your reassurance. 

He gives his perfectly prepared speech, and the smile never leaves your face. You say yes, of course, and he slips the ring on your finger. 

You then pull him off of his knees, pulling him into a tight hug. He’s shocked for a moment, but is quick to reciprocate. 

You’ve always been his rock, the calm to his storm. When his mind is racing about every little detail, you’re the one to pull him back, allowing him to see the pretty picture. 

Sure, it may have rained, but the day was still good, and you helped him see that. 

Your wedding is pretty much the two of you eloping. Riddle was hesitant at first, but he eventually agreed. You let your closest friends and family know, but made sure not to tell his parents for fear they might try and stop you. Of course, you let them know after the fact, and they were very displeased. Not that either of you cared. 

Trey

Who proposes: you

Trey is a very simple man. He always planned on getting married at some point. He never had much of a timeframe of when exactly it would happen, but he knew it would eventually. 

He also assumed that he’d be the one to propose. It’s not like he’s super into gender roles or anything; it’s more like he’s always been the one to take the lead, always caring for others above himself. He just kind of assumed it’d be the same in a relationship as well. 

However, he was very, very wrong about all of that. 

You’re nothing like he expected when he pictured his ideal relationship. You actively take care of him instead of it being the other way around. In school, you helped him wrangle his unruly dorm members, you help out with his siblings when he’s babysitting, and you even help out around the bakery. 

From the moment you began dating, you’ve been a major support for him, which he never really expected. He absolutely loves it more than anything. 

Still, as your relationship continues on, he still assumes that he’ll be the one to propose. He loves you and wants to marry you more than anything, so why wouldn’t he? 

And yet, you still manage to find ways to surprise him. 

It’s early in the morning, just as domestic as any other day. You let Trey sleep in, sneaking to the kitchen while he was still asleep. You do your best to be quiet as you scurry around the kitchen, preparing him breakfast. 

When he wakes up, you’re not in bed, which is a bit strange. He usually wakes up first, or you wake up at the same time, so it’s weird to not see you. 

Then, right as he’s about to get up to look for you, you come in, smiling as you show him the breakfast you worked so hard on. He stares for a second in shock before looking up to you, smiling that adorable, love-sick smile he dawns every time he sees you. 

Trey asks if today is some sort of special day, to which you immediately bow off the question, telling him you just want to spoil him today. He’s tempted to tell you that you spoil him everyday, but he decides against it. Instead he thanks you for the breakfast, digging in once you place it in front of him. 

Once he’s finished eating, you take the platter the food was on and place it on the bedside table. Then, you tell him to close his eyes because you have one more surprise for him. He smiles before complying. He’s already guessed what’s coming, but he’s willing to play along with your antics. 

When you tell him to open again, you’re holding a box with a ring inside, and even though he guessed this was coming, his breath is still taken away. He takes a moment, glancing between you and the ring as if making sure you’re serious. 

You give your small speech, asking him if he wants to marry you. He says yes, of course, and you put the ring on his finger. 

Later that day, you call his family and show them the ring over video call, and they’re so happy for both of you.m

There will always be a small part of him that feels bad for how much you take care of him. After all, he’s supposed to be the caring, supportive type. And yet, how can those thoughts eat away at him when you smile at him so sweetly as he shows his parents the ring? You’re happy, and so he’s happy. 

Your wedding is a small gathering of close friends and family. It’s a cute little ceremony with a nice reception. The cake was, naturally, made by his parents. Trey is tempted to let you plan the whole thing, wanting it to be your perfect day. He may be doing better, but those people-pleasing tendencies don’t go away that easily. But, you are able to get him to put his own input in, supporting him like you always do. 

Cater

Who proposes: Cater

Cater has commitment issues. It took so long for him to start dating you because he was always scared of you leaving once you saw the real him. Even as your relationship progressed, he still often had thoughts about you leaving, and there were several times he almost considered breaking up with you because of it. 

But you persisted, sticking with him and constantly assuring him that you’d never leave him. As he continued through life and gained more experience, he even started believing it. 

Still, the idea of marriage is scary, even after all that development. It’s literally the biggest commitment you can make to someone, and while he loves you more than anyone ever, it’s still a terrifying thought.

But still, it’s a thought he can’t seem to get out of his head. Like most things Cater does, he buys you a ring on a whim, not even really thinking about it much. It’s only after the purchase is made does he start to question himself. Sure, you love him, but would you want to marry him? 

He holds onto the ring, keeping it in a safe spot he knows you won’t find. It’s not like he’d be able to explain himself if you did. How could he when he’s not even sure what he’s thinking? 

One day, he sits alone in your shared bedroom, holding the ring box in his hands. He’s been holding onto it for a few weeks now, and yet he still hasn’t found the courage to give it to you. At this point, he’s contemplating just returning it. 

Then you walk into the room without warning. He didn’t even hear you come in, and he’s startled when you ask him what he’s holding. 

Cater is quick to hide the box behind him, telling you that it’s nothing to worry about. You’re not satisfied with that,a nod you walk closer to him, standing in front of him. You look him in the eyes, asking him to tell you the truth. 

He’s so tempted to lie. Even if you know he’s lying, he knows you won’t push it if he’s not willing to share. You’re always considerate like that, and it’s just one of many reasons why he loves you. 

But, he knows you deserve the truth, and so, with a heavy sigh, he pulls the box from behind him, opening it up to show you the ring. As you stand there in shock, he’s quick to begin rambling, coming up with excuse after excuse about why he bought the ring and why he hasn’t given it to you yet. 

He only stops when you place your hands over his and the box, gently pushing them down as you lean in just a bit closer. You give him that smile you always give him when you’re trying to comfort him. It normally has him melting, but he’s far too on edge right now. 

You assure him that it’s okay if he’s not ready for something this big. You know how he is, and the last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable. If he’s not ready for marriage, then neither are you. You want both of you to be happy. 

And that finally manages to calm him down. Somehow, that was exactly what he needed. He holds up the box again, telling you that he is ready. He wants to marry you. 

After making sure he’s not just doing it for you, you agree, and he puts the ring on your finger. That night, the two of you stay up late, just talking and existing with each other. This is a big step, and there’s so much to talk about. As long as it’s with you, Cater is sure he doesn’t mind. 

Your wedding is basically nonexistent. At first, Cater was convinced he wanted a grand, Magicam-able wedding, but you were quick to shoot that down. You know him better than he knows himself, and you’re right once again. A wedding that grand would only stress him out. Instead, the two of you simply show up to the courthouse and sign the papers, but he does convince you to dress up to the nines anyway. 

Ace

Who proposes: Ace

This piece of shit (affectionate). 

Since the moment you began dating, he’s been absolutely unbearable in the best way. 

Ace has always been quite the jokester, and that does not stop just because you’re dating him. If anything, it gets so much worse.

He’s never done anything mean or harmful. It’s all just silly little jokes meant to make you laugh. Most of them do, but sometimes he’s just weird. You still love him anyway.

One of his favorite jokes is the classic fake proposal. It started in high school before you even began dating. 

In the middle of the cafeteria, he got down on one knee in front of you, holding a RingPop, asking for your hand in marriage. You jokingly said yes, and it’s been an ongoing joke ever since. About once a year at random times, he’ll get down on one knee with a RingPop and “propose” to you.

To most, this joke would get old fast, but you’ve never gotten tired of it. It’s his way of expressing his love for you, and you think it’s cute. Plus, you get candy out of it, so it’s a win-win all around.

You really should have seen this coming from a mile away.

It’s insanely obvious when Ace is planning something. You assume it’s yet another prank, as he always gets like this when he’s attempting to surprise you.

It happens during dinner with him. Ace gets up, very obviously holding a ring box. You prepare yourself for the same joke, ready to give the same acceptance speech you give him every time.

However, all words fail you when he kneels down and opens the box. It’s a real ring. Not some shitty candy ring, but an actual, expensive-looking ring. Your eyes are wide with shock, and you can’t look away from the ring.

Ace is smirking, clearly proud of his long-con. He knew this would work since the moment he first played this joke, and now it’s all paying off.

Eventually, you’re able to pull yourself together, and you ask him if he’s for real. He confirms that, yes, he is for real this time, and he does actually want to marry you. Naturally, you say yes, and he puts the ring on your finger.

As one last joke, he does pull out a (still-wrapped) RingPop from his pocket, handing that to you as well. You laugh, accepting the treat.

Your wedding is fairly standard as far as weddings go. Family and friends alike gather at your ceremony, and it’s a wild and fun party. Ace is still the clown he was in school, and that side of him really shows during the reception. It’s an amazing night. Of course, you hand out RingPops as party favors, much to the annoyance/amusement of everyone else attending. 

Deuce

Who proposes: Deuce

Deuce never really thought about marriage much growing up. It’s not like he didn’t want to get married; he just never had the time to think about it. In middle school, he was more focused on his gang, and in high school, he was too focused on being an honor student. 

Even while dating you, marriage wasn’t something that crossed his mind until recently. It was actually his mother who brought it to the forefront of his mind during a solo visit back home. 

She brought it up in a joking way, asking if he’s finally popped the question to you yet. However, Deuce is nothing if not oblivious to most jokes, and it flies right over his head. Instead, he ends up panicking because he never even thought about proposing to you. He had no clue how you felt, or if you were waiting for him to propose. 

His mom turns from joking to comforting quickly after that. She reassures him that she was only kidding, and that she’s sure you’re not upset with him for not proposing yet. That seems to calm him down for the most part. 

It does keep him up that night though. Now that it’s been brought to his attention, it’s all he can think about. Deuce has been so happy to just be with you. He never once thought he’d be this happy, especially as a kid. You’ve brought so much joy to his life, and he’s so lucky to have you. 

He’s content like this, having you simply be with him. However, he can’t help but yearn for more now that he knows it’s a possibility. What would you think about marrying him? You love him, obviously, but is marriage something you want? It’s not something the two of you discussed at length, but it’s not like he can just outright ask without making you suspicious. 

The next day, Deuce goes out to the market with his mom. While there, he spots a stand selling jewelry. He spots the most gorgeous ring he's ever seen, and if that’s not a sign from the universe, he’s not exactly sure what else it could be. He buys the ring immediately, much to the happiness of his mom. 

When he returns home, he’s greeted by you, and he’s practically sweating bullets. You can tell that something is up, and you ask him if everything is okay. He takes that moment to pop the question, deciding it better to do it rather than let himself wallow in worry. 

He kneels down on one knee, taking the ring box out of his pocket. He stutters his way through his proposal, opening the box to reveal the ring to you. You haven’t seen him this nervous since he asked you out all those years ago, and it’s adorable that, despite how much he’s grown over the years, some things just never change. 

You, of course, say yes, kneeling down in front of him and pulling him into a hug. Deuce sits in stunned silence as he processes your words, but when his brain catches up, he’s absolutely delighted. He puts the ring on your finger, and he immediately calls his mom to give her the news. 

Your wedding is small, but nice. It takes place in his hometown since he knows a lot of people there, and they’re all very happy for him. A bunch of other friends and family attend as well, and it’s a beautiful ceremony. He cries during the vows, and he cries even harder at his mother’s speech during the reception. It’s absolutely adorable.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 28: Hands

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, hand kink, breakup, fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

You had been friends with Dave for forever, he’d crash at your house all the time when his mom kicked him out. He was always nice to you and was pretty protective over you.

When you got older you still didn’t stray far from him, he stayed your protector and you stayed his home away from home. Even as his bands got bigger, especially Megadeth, you still stuck together.

You refused to notice how long you stared at his hands, ever. While he was playing guitar you’d watch his fingers dance over the frets on the neck, you’d watch the veins bulge over the back of his palm.

Late at night you’d crawl into bed and pretend it was his hands touching you, but it was never enough. His hands were bigger, more experienced, but he wasn’t yours.

You came home from work one day, exhausted and totally drained. The house echoed with Dave’s guitar playing, loud, fast and aggressive, more so than usual.

“Davie?” You called, knocking on his studio door before entering, knowing he wouldn’t have heard you anyway. “Davie, what happened?” You asked. He stopped playing when he saw you.

He huffed and shook his head, setting his guitar aside. “Don’t worry about it.” He said, leaning his head back and patting his thigh, which you took as a signal for you to sit down.

You curled up in his lap, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and resting your head against him. “Bad day?” You asked, looking up at him to find him staring down at you with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, my girlfriend broke up with me.” He said, eyes flickering over you. “The fuck are you doing?” He was in fact not offering you a seat but instead wiping the sweat off his hand on his pant leg.

Your eyes widened and you stammered out something of an apology. “I just- I thought that when-when you did that, um, that thing that you wanted, uh…” You trailed, struggling to come up with anything.

He breathed out a heavy sigh, bringing his arms around you and pulling you closer, enjoying the weight on him whether he’d expected it or not. He brought a hand to your head, pulling you closer and petting your hair.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled into your hair. “I’m just tired, and pissed… it’s nice to come home to a pretty girl I know loves me.” You felt your cheeks warm at that, his hands in your hair on your leg didn’t help. “I don’t tell you that enough, huh?” He asked, moving to look at you.

You looked back up at him. “Don’t tell me what?”

“How pretty you are.” He said, smiling down at you. “Fuck, I mean, I’m out there getting whatever I can and you’re back here, always.” He said, talking with his hands. “You’re always here for me, and I don’t tell you enough but I do appreciate you.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face and you relaxed further into him. “And I do hear you at night.” Your head shot up at that.

“You-you hear me- what? What do you hear?” You asked, wanting to pretend that you don’t touch yourself to the thought of him.

He laughed at your reaction and shook his head, moving you in his lap so your back was against his chest, your head leaning back on his shoulder. “Nothing bad, just little sounds… you whine a lot, cry a lot.” Your body tensed as his trailed his hands down your sides, lifting up your shirt. “You need daddy so fucking bad don’t you, sweetheart?” He purred in your ear.

You nodded, twitching as his hand moved down to your shorts, pushing them down and having you kick them off to the ground, leaving you in just your pink panties in his lap.

“Please, daddy.” You whined, already wet from his voice and hands roaming over you.

He rubbed you through your panties, a wet spot forming on them before he tugged them down. “You’re gonna be a good girl, right? A good girl for daddy?” You nodded, happily opening your mouth for him to slip two fingers in past your lips, not that he needed anything more to substitute as lube on you.

He coated your cunt in your saliva and pushed his fingers into you, giving you a moment to adjust before he started moving them, curling and prodded to see what made you feel good.

Dave brought his other hand to your mouth. “I’ve seen you watch my hands, doll face, you’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” He was right, of course he was right, he knew you so well, better than you knew yourself at times, still he didn’t know your body yet and was eager to learn what made you tick.

He tracked every noise, finding out what spot made your back arch and when he found it he hit it over and over just to hear you squeal. He turned you to puddy in his hands, an aching ball of pleasure

Your juices ran down his hand, dripping onto the chair, the floor, your knees hooked over his while praised flowed from him straight to your ears.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I needed something to go right today.” He said, kissing your cheek as your walls fluttered around his fingers.

“I-I did good?” You asked, looking at him with tired eyes, chest rising and falling with heavy pants.

Dave chuckled lowly. “You did almost perfect for me.”

“Almost?” You asked, a pout coming to your lips.

He smiled darkly at you, leaning closer to your ear. “On your knees, bitch.”

[bridoesotherjunk]

Okay, so it's been a handful of days since I've seen Venom 3.. and I think I've finally got my thoughts together.

This review will have spoilers, so it will go under the cut.

these are all my opinions, so don't take my word as gospel or anything...

Anyone who knows me and my blog knows how much I've loved these movies since 2018, so to see me not ranting about the third Venom movie should be evidence enough how I feel.

I... don't feel like this was a satisfying conclusion to the Venom franchise. I really feel like there was so much more that could have been done, and should have been, instead of what we got.

I truly feel that introducing Knull into the story was a mistake. The first 2 films were so much smaller scale. Expanding all the way to the fucking symbiote god after only having done Carnage just felt like such a massive leap. And they really didn't do much with him anyway.

It felt like they included Knull because they were obligated to. Like Sony made them in order to have a weird spin off involving Knull trying to kill stuff. I don't know. He didn't do much besides tease future movies where he's the villain again. And that's kind of boring...

I will sound so narcissistic saying this, but I truly feel that the story I came up with, where the villains of Venom 3 are former Life Foundation employees angry at Eddie for ruining their lives, made way more sense. In terms of scale, you know? Much less "huge universal threat" and more of the small scale "threat to Eddie and Venom specifically" type story. Even Riot, being a threat to the Earth, was smaller scale than Knull. Knull is just too much. Too big. Too unfocused. It felt like too wide of a net. It felt generic, i hate to say it. It just felt like every other dumb ass gritty movie where the bad guy wants to destroy all life as we know it. (And quite frankly, he could have been taken out of the movie and not much would have changed. Venom and Eddie could have been hunted by the xenophages for any number of reasons.)

The part of the movie that I enjoyed most was the beginning. The part that felt like Venom. Where we saw Eddie and Venom working in sync to free those dogs. I loved that. I loved seeing how far the two of them have come and how well they work together. .. seeing their journey in a montage later? That felt... lackluster. After seeing them literally working together just an hour earlier in the movie, it felt kind of cheap. The way the story ended for these two didn't feel like a victory. It felt like the Avengers Endgame "well we gotta get rid of this character because their contract is up" situation.

The movie was definitely a fun time. I enjoyed myself watching it. But I was left feeling a sense of "That's it?" That I haven't felt since Avengers Endgame.

I'm happy that Tom Hardy got to do these movies. I absolutely will forever adore the first 2. They're fun, they're goofy, they're gay, and I love them. .. but this third one just... yeah. I'm disappointed.

I will always love Venom. That much is not going to change. I love these two gay losers and I'm so happy I got to have them in my life. They brought me so much joy, and so much brainrot, and I will miss the fuck out of them.

[yoyomomiko]

WHAT ARE UR HEADCANONS 4 DAISUKE X READER??????

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings: a lil cringe, maybe some cursing, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, ENGLISH isn't my first language!!

(A/N): OMG I LOVE DAISUKE😍😍 ANYWAYS THIS IS KINDA SHORT AND RUSHED BECAUSE I WAS EXCITED TO WRITE THIS I'M SO SORRY👉👈 -> m.list

★CRUSHING/CONFESSION

Hear me out, you fell first he fell harder.

I am very confident that at first he didn't even realize he himself had a crush on you... Like, he wanted to make you laugh more than he wanted to to the others, he always wanted to help you and be there for you... So, he pieced two and two together, and figured out that he actually was in love with you.

If he were to tell someone (probably not) it would OFCCC be our nice old man Swansea☺️

You see, Daisuke is very... Uhm, an idiot, so he won't understand when you're flirting with him. That's just him, he's too dense. You have to speak up, or else he won't pick up.

He always cracks jokes around you just to try and make you laugh😀

But like, it's so obvious he likes you

He's following you like a lost puppy, eager to please you in ANY way.

He's crushing on you so hard...

You kinda notice it since he just helps you with everything, offering help with your chores or just anything in general.

HE THINKS HE'S HIDING IT SOOO WELL BUT IN REALITY AT LEAST SOMEBODY CAUGHT UP TO IT (probably Swansea duh)

Let's say he's the one to confess first...

He would do it on accident for SURE. Do what you will with that information, let your imagination get ahead of you😍 (I'm actually lazy that's why I didn't write it but yeah whatever sue ME)

So then, he realizes what he said and then you also confess and BOOM, he's all over you. Good luck trying to get rid of him (who tf would do that🤨)

★DURING THE RELATIONSHIP

This man will go show you off the moment you two have an established relationship (unless you don't wanna)

RANTS TO SWANSEA ABOUT YOU

No but fr Swansea's probably tired of hearing him babble about you, he seriously had to force him to shut up just for a small moment of peace. BUT he secretly likes the fact that Daisuke is happy so like🤭

Daisuke is a really energetic guy so I feel like if you match his vibe he's never gonna let you go

LISTEN TO MEEE, he loves both physical affection AND words of affirmation, he's big on BOTH.

If he could, he would hold your hand forever, NEVER would he let go of you. He wants to hold you, close, for as long as possible.

If you decide at some point to sleep in the same bed, you will get cuddles every single night.

Big spoon or little spoon, he doesn't care. Just TOUCH him, in ANY way, he doesn't care and doesn't mind just do it!!

OMG PRAISE HIM

He always searches for your compliments, just PRAISE HIM please, tell him you're proud of him or something IDKKKK

"Did I do good?" "I'm doing great, right?"

UGH if there's something he loves most about you (he would kiss every inch of your body but whatevs) it's definetly your laugh.

Okay, maybe it's the way you praise him at the end of each day.

Okay, no, MAYBE it's the way you play with his hair while he slowly drifts to sleep from your soothing touch.

Okay, maybe he just loves you wholeheartedly and would do anything for you (he's whipped)

I imagine that he seeks out for head pats. Just pat his head. Pet him or sum idk ask him.

While in bed, he definitely headbutts your palm just to let you know what he wants. Cause like at first he just nudges you but if you don't get the hint, he'll straight up headbutt your hand (I saw someone say this and I love you for that)

CALL HIM A GOOD BOY UGHHH

Lowkey imagine if you called him a good boy tho that's crazy

I have to say that I think Daisuke, as much of a dumbass as he is, listens very well.

He's surprisingly very good at comforting you

He might now understand you, but he listens, and tries his best

TELL HIM YOU'RE PROUD OF HIM OMG

He's gonna find cheesy nicknames for you so buckle up >⁠.⁠<

Daisuke LOVES kissing you, there, I said it.

Whether it's a small peck on the cheek or a full on make out session, he's gonna enjoy it and THANK you.

He sometimes wonders how he pulled you ngl🤨

If like, some sort of small argument got in between you, he'll be apologizing on his knees and begging you to forgive him with snot running down

Imagine you called him a good boy that'd lowkey be crazy

If you somehow ever decide to wear a piece of clothing that belongs to him, it WILL be yours.

He's gonna squeal like a school girl and compliment youuu

Overall 10/10 boyfriend. He's sweet, charismatic, energetic, a bit of an airhead, kisses the ground you walk on, and bonus for being handsome.

★yoyomiko ★miko

[burningcheese-merchant]

Little thank-you post!

I have over 100 followers now! Don't really know why any of you are here, I am not funny nor am I interesting, nor do I actually post anything cool lol. But regardless, I'm really grateful for you guys and for your support! (As well as all the anons that reach out to me! Thank you to you all, as well! I enjoy when people actually talk to me, nobody wants to feel like they're rambling into a void lol)

As a sort of mediocre, I'm sorry thank-you, I want to outline what I've got in store for you all next:

Gonna release the BurningCheese playlist soon, it's over 30 songs long now lol. I want you all to jam with me. Rock out to the BurningCheese vibe. (And send me more song recommendations if you want, a lot of what I have now is thanks to homies making suggestions)

PART 2 OF "Mine Forever More" IS COMING VERY SOON! Now that I've played through episode 6 (and had a massive meltdown because BURNINGCHEESE IS CANON OMG /jk), I know what I want to do for the story now. Expect it to be posted within the next day or two! (And also look forward to more short stories, I have a lot planned)

Remember those BurningCheese fankids I've mentioned more than once before? Get excited, you're gonna see and hear about them again soon 👀👀👀

I've gotten asks about my "Reformed Beasts AU" that I've been tinkering with. I promise there will be a masterpost on the subject in the future. I kind of want to iron out my thoughts on the Beasts in general first, and how I headcanon their corruptions (like that "a thought about Burning Spice" post I made). Will probably write about Shadow Milk next, or maybe Silent Salt (I've made up a whole ass character for this guy that I've gotten attached to already lol)

I know I have a bunch of asks in my inbox I still need to answer. I'm sorry for the delay, I promise I will get to you all. I inhabit the real world and have real-world responsibilities like everyone else, unfortunately haha

Gonna remind you all again that my AO3 username is sleeping_mouse_1011, because people have asked me that, too. Do be careful, a lot of my works are NSFW to some degree (that's where I indulge in Yandere Spice lol). I encourage minors to stay here and enjoy my SFW stories instead.

Got a bunch of meme edits to make now, hope those make you laugh. I gotta cope with having no artistic talent somehow

I have thoughts and headcanons I'd love to share about other characters and ships besides Burning Simp and Pretty Cheese Lady lol. I'm actually NOT entirely insane, I am capable of rational discussion about things other than BurningCheese, I swear

Thanks again to everyone who takes the time to rifle through my nonsense posts and read my stories. It really means a lot to me that my works bring people joy. I know I'm still just some nobody on here, but even so. I hope I somehow manage to put a smile on your face. Even if it's more at my own expense than anything else.

That's all from me for now. Merchant out. Later, haters

[notedchampagne]

One thing I think might be becoming a pet peeve for me is the idea that a perfect lyctorhood is attainable and, more importantly, desirable.

Don't get me wrong, I think Perfect Lyctorhood is something that is technically achievable within the setting, but that it would be like sewing two persons together. Anything necromantic is a negative sum game that relies on taking and taking and taking. It would be hard, it would be grueling, it would be hollow, even more than other Lyctorhoods.

Petty lysis is about power inbalance, about being willing to take and give more than it would be healthy or morally correct do so, being the fuel to a eternal furnace and a furnace willing to burn forever.

Major lysis is about forfeiting both of yourselfs and the world to make something new that may live on without you, carving out a silver lining with your own hands in an imposible situation. Using the already burning coals to forge something to leave a mark on the world.

Perfect lysis? Between equals? A mutilation, a cowards way, wanting the other to live but unwilling to pay the price of being the fuel, holding on to each other like parasites slowly consuming each other, the porcupines dilema but the porcupines are so close and embedded in each other any attempt to move away will make both of them to bleed out, so the only option is to get closer and closer until their bodies stop working from the damage and stress. Like cracking two eggs swapping the contents and putting the shells back together and expect to not leak and rot.

... Dang it I ended up doing meta

treat. you ended up doing a half a poem while youre at it but yeah i agree. i like that tlt interrogates the concept of love. ive seen a lot of people - me included - romanticize the codependent aspects of necrocavery... playing with codependency and enjoying it has its positives but i think it tends to hinder genuine analysis when a "happy ending" is all you can think of. lyctorhood as a whole is not only unhealthy, it continues to perpetuate the imperialism and the exploitation that ended up killing nearly all the characters in tlt

[transbianmuffin]

Memories pt. 2

cw hopefully last transphobia, slurs, ptsd, bullism, death

******** [Sergeant] "Ok you bunch of pussies. In two hours we will make contact with the weed vessel. I want to see them burn. I want to know if they can scream and how high. No mercy, no POW. This is the day for which you've trained your whole life and..." "Those wouldn't be POWs..." [Frederick] "Oh my fucking god." [Neil] "Told you that she wants to be fucked by weeds." [Sergeant] "I'm sorry princess, my terminology doesn't appeal to your taste? You're right. Those weeds wouldn't be POWs. Those are fucking monsters that deserve to die." "What I meant is that there is no war. They already won it...that's why we are the 'resistance' right?" [Frederick] "Weed-fucker..." [Sergeant] "You leave me no choice. You've crossed the line one last time, princess. You are exonerated from this mission. You will wait in the ship..." [Frederick] "Yeah even because, can you imagine her actually shooting? She will start to cry and miss at best., if not hitting at us" [Sergeant] "...and when we are back you can say good bye to your meds forever. I don't fucking care about the doctor's orders or whatever. I WILL make you a warrior. I don't care how much I have to BREAK you."

I don't care. I hate you. I hate you all. We could be at peace and you strive for war again and again and again.

********

"Who would ever thought that those memories were so rooted within her that even Class-B would fail. I hope the variant that Psylocra gave me will work better." "M- Mist..." "Sleep my floret. Sleep. I'm here, everything is fine." "I kil- I killed t-" "Hush my beloved. You didn't do anything, those nightmares aren't real. You've always been with me, remember? I found you on a field of tulips and I've never left you. Now make your Mistress happy and sleep." "I- happy... I goo- floret." "You are the best floret an Affini could ever wish for, Deena."

******** Smoke. Smoke everywhere. Mask. Fuck fuck what did I do fuck fuck shit oh god oh god oh god Air. I need air. I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die I don't want to die ... ... ... Light? Where am I? An Affini what the hell god it's eerie I'm scared I'm scared fuck fuck fuck

"Hello little terran, do you remeber your name?" "Y- yes, I'm Deena." "Mh, this doesn't seem correct. Oh wait. Yes it is. Roots you terrans really have to format your documentation better. If that's your actual name why is it's only stated in a footnote?" "I- " My god she's so tall towering imposing and her stare I'm scared fuck fuck fuck "It doens't matter. Now little terran, I have a most troublesome situation for which I think your help would be extremely valuable and much needed. Would you want to help me untangle this little mistery?" "W- where..." "Where are you? Oh yes, sorry. You are safe with us, with me. You have nothing to fear or worry about." "..." "I know that trust is a hard thing to concede for you little ones. So I'll introduce myself first and after that I'd love for you to do the same. I am Sinea Chloratea. I am a senior investigator officer for the Affini Compact dispatch in the Jupiter area. I don't mean any harm to you. In fact I find you extremely cute. Your turn, dear." "I- I am Deena. I am. I am. Scared." "That's understandable, darling. Let me help you a bit here. One day ago an unidentified terran vessel literaly crashed against one of our vessels. A vessel which was carrying a very important scientist of ours. Now the terran vessel was more than expected. You are so cute when you think that our intelligence can't break through your, hehe, 'encrypted' communications. Fact is that the vessel crashed against ours, we were expecting eight terrans, pretty well equipped trying to breach our hull and break in, but..." "B-but?" "But nothing happened. So, after a while, WE had to break in. Now here's the funny part: a pretty thick smoke had oversaturated the inner cabin and we found seven corpses lying around. All of them armed and presumably ready to attack. We also found a curious amount of triggered smoke grenades. Seven death terrans. We expected eight." "Y-yes." "Yes and we found the eight one. We found you lying almost lifeless, with a gas mask on. The only one with a gas mask on." "I- " "My dear, you seem pretty stressed. Maybe you want something to relax? Here, you can drink it if you want it. I promise it's nothing harmful, it will just... help with the memories." Water? No. One of their drugs. Don't care, I'm probably already dead. I'm thirsty at least if I'm dying I will be high as fuck. "Yes, good girl. Now I would love to hear this story from your point of view. Could you do that for me?" Dizzy I feel so dizzy I must tell her no she's an Affini I must she seems so kind so kind finally kindness finally finally finally peace "I killed them I killed them all they were cruel with me I never wanted to join them but I was an orphan I had nowhere to go and they took me in they treated me bad so I killed them I killed them all they wanted to kill you but I killed them I- I- I- I want kindness." "Kindness? Oh I can certainly provide that. Stars you poor thing went through a lot. You don't deserve that, as cute as you are. You did good in telling me, you've been a good girl." A good girl yes thank you thank you thank you finally kindness finally kindness

"Now, you're doing a wonderful job here, dear. Unfortunately I need a last bit of information. We understand that your vessel, well, former vessel central command control was connected to a bigger intranet. We could break the encription key but it'd take at least a couple of days and it's all wasted time, I think you can understand that. "Yes. You need the key." "I don't really need it but I'd like to not waste time, and besides it will prove that you truly are a good girl. A very cute one, I may say." I am a good girl, yes yes thank you thank you thank you good girl I am a good girl "The oldest one the Sergeant he had an implant behind his left eye that implant contains a genetic password that will grant you access to the rebel intranet I know it please please please tell te- sorry it's a bit hard to think straight.." "Tell what?" Tell me I'm a good girl tell me I'm a good girl tell me I'm a good girl tell me I'm a good girl tell me I'm a good girl tell me I'm a good girl "..." "My dear you're safe here, you can trust me, tell what?" "T- tell me I'm a good girl." "Oh sweetie. You are the goodest of the girls." "..." "Are you crying? Dirt, you are so extremely cute. Now you've sustained pretty big injuries to both your respiratory and limbic system. Nothing we can't take care of obviously and we will take care of you. Great care of you. You'll need some more time resting here in the xeno infirmary..." "Th- thank you." "...no need to thank me, little one. It's me who's thanking you. You've been so good. I was saying: when you're done here would you mind to spend some time with me? I'd love to show you around our main vessel." "Yes, yes please." "Such a good girl. Rest now, soon we'll be together again."

Finally kindess finally peace

********

[dumbasslesbi2]

My Heart (Agatha x Rio)

Summary:

Agatha had been with Rio for some time now. She finally decided, she wanted Rio officially as her wife, to bear her child.

Notes:

GOD I LOVE THESE TWO! I saw alot of the post interviews of Jac talking about agathario. I saw that the cabin was their home and just needed to write a fluff fic about it. I know this one is short but lowkey needa get back to my school work lol

Agatha and Rio have been living isolated now away from witches and society for centuries, only interacting to provide Agatha with power and Rio her bodies. They made a cabin, a home, a home that Agatha was hoping could be their forever home. When she first met Rio she never thought she would fall in love, let alone fall in love with Death. Rio had felt the same, she never thought she would fall for someone this badly. She truly was whipped for Agatha, if Agatha told her to do anything, she'd do it in a heartbeat. Agatha caused Rio to have a heart, a black heart that only beated for her.

Agatha had given it some thought for some time now that she was ready. She wanted to have a child, she wanted a family, she wanted Rio to be a father, to be her wife. They had been cuddling next to the fireplace on their reading nook. “Rio, my love” Agatha said above a whisper. “Hmm?” Rio hummed, nuzzling more into Agatha's shoulder. “I want to live here, I want to live here forever” Agatha told her, looking down at her. “We already are doing that my love” Rio said , smiling up at Agatha. “I know but I, I want to live here as a family Rio” she told, turning to see Rio better. “What do you mean by a family?” Rio said, leaning up to face Agatha. “I- I want a child” Agatha said, taking Rio's hand. “My love, I, I would love to give you a child!” Rio exclaimed, tears forming in her eyes. “Honey, I want to be your wife, I want to have your child, I want to be your family” Agatha told Rio, caressing her face. “And I would want nothing more but that my love, mi vida” Rio said, tears rolling down her face. Agatha closed the gap and kissed Rio, it was salty and wet from all their tears. It was the most tender and gentle kiss that they ever shared, filled with so many emotions that it made Agatha cry even more. Rio broke the kiss and started wiping away Agatha's years which only made Agatha cry more. “What's wrong sweetheart?” Rio question, holding Agatha's face. “I- I just love you so much. I don't know how I got so lucky to have you” Agatha said, holding Rio. “I wonder the same thing, my love. Everyday I wonder how I, out of all beings, was blessed with a person like you. I've never felt so seen, so loved by someone. I love you and I will love you till the end of the worlds” Rio said, bringing in Agatha for a hug. They stayed like that for hours, just holding each other. Saying words of affirmation and sharing kisses. All that mattered in the universe was them and in their cabin, they would start a family. 

They had a ceremony, just the two of them in the forest that encompassed them. Rio being Rio made the entire area around them surrounded by flowers. Everyday she would give Agatha a new flower and found it to be her love language towards her lover. Agatha loved them as much as she loved Rio, she cherished Rio’s flowers as much as she cherished her. Rio had made two rings for the both of them, she made them from wood but made sure they were perfect to not hurt her lover. “I can’t believe this is actually happening” Agatha said, releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding when Rio put the ring on her finger. “I could say the same thing” Rio said with a laugh, looking down at Agatha. Once they both had their rings on Agatha looked at Rio and interlocked her finger with hers. “Rio Vidal, you are the love of my life. I don’t care what the future holds as long as it holds you. I want nothing more than to be your lover, your wife, the bearer of your child. I love you with every essence of my being and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t care who or what you are because all I see when I see you is life, my life. I wish for nothing but eternity with you” Agatha said, tears streaming down her face as she kissed Rio’s cheek. “I, Rio Vidal would love nothing more in this world than to be your wife Agatha Harkness. I loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you and will continue to love you for however long this world exists. I’ve never loved anything more or as much as I love you. You are my life, my breath, my heart. I love you Agatha Harkness” Rio responded, closing the gap and kissing Agatha. They stayed there in the forest surrounded by their flowers, admiring each other and wanting nothing more than to start a family. To have a child, made from scratch. 

[acourtofthought]

Your post about Az not being a love interest for elain got me because I had an interaction at work that I still laugh at… I have a Velaris sweatshirt I wear on casual office days. A coworker noticed and we talked about SJMs work.

She asked about my ranking of all SJM couples and I asked- do you mean couples or ships? There’s a difference. And she said couples confirmed in the books.

1. Bryce and Hunt

2. Aelin and Rowan

3. Ruhn and Lidia

4. Etc etc etc

She was shocked that I didn’t have acotar in my top 3. I said there’s other couples and worlds I enjoyed more but Az’s story might pull me back in. She goes- yeah where do you rank Az and Elaine? I said they’re not a couple… she looked at me as if I had 3 heads. She asked if we read the same books. I asked her the same question back lol.

I said if anything they’re a ship. Nothing on page tells me they’re a couple. After my breakdown the woman confessed to only reading the Acotar series and no other works by SJM but the accounts she follows online tell her that it’s Az and Elaine moving forward and the evidence is there. She said it’s been a while since she even read ACOTAR, but with how excited people are online about E/lriel she thought it was a sure thing.

I asked her thoughts on Az and Gwyn and she confessed to just skimming SF because she didn’t like Nesta so from what she sees from the accounts she follows, Gwyn is a little girl taken under Nesta’s wing. 😂

I asked her opinion on Lucien and Elaine and she said from the accounts she follows… he’s abusive and controlling. I asked what was her opinion while reading, NOT seeing peoples opinion online, and she said she didn’t remember but people online make a good cases.

I left the conversation going… well we’ll see when Az’s book comes out. Nothings confirmed until SJM writes it.

There's a shocking number of people who haven't bothered to really read the books and who instead allow themselves to be led by what they see online.

I.e., there's so many people that think it's confirmed that Elain called Az's scars beautiful because of how often that is being spread around online, that this is one of their big clues to an e/riel endgame and romance.

If one had actually read the book though, Feyre says she didn't know whether Elain was looking at his scars OR siphons. And since Az never reflects on Elain looking at his hands in his POV and instead thinks his hands will taint Elain versus Sarah having Elain sigh over the diamonds and pearls Nesta wore, the logical conclusion is that Elain did like his siphons since they're bright and sparkly (no shade to my girl either, who doesn't love jewel like things?). But they scream this scene as being so romantic, confirming it as canon when it's actually not?

That's the same thing with it being said that E/riel wants a future with one another, with them being a canon couple. Two characters wanting to kiss doesn't mean they want a relationship yet some have fully convinced themselves Elain wants to marry Az. That Az wants to be with Elain forever.

Where does it say that in canon? Az might question why he didn't get a bond like his brothers but even that is not proof of wanting to be with her since he also says he's never thought of a real future with Elain, that his plans have only gone as far as his sexual fantasies. The only canon thing we have for E/riel is they were both willing to make-out. On page Elain did not consent to more than that, she did not speak of feelings for Az at all. For some who claim to love Elain, they sure don't seem to care what her actual feelings for Az are, having convinced themselves that hooking up equals love and marriage and babies forever despite Elain never verbalizing exactly what she wants outside of a kiss.

The text supported that Nesta went much further than a kiss with many fae but that doesn't mean she wanted to date them. Yet people claim they KNOW Elain wants to have a relationship with Az just because of Solstice. They literally do not care that Elain has never said she wants anything more from Az than fun, they have assumed and decided for her while no canon exists to prove their opinion. This is Sarah we're talking about here, who started the CC series with Bryce having sex with some guy who she clearly was not interested in having a relationship with, with Feyre who hooked up with Isaac but did not desire more, with Cassian sleeping with the girl he knew his brother wanted. Sarah who loves mates above all else and she's consistently proven throughout the series that Elain and Lucien are mates (not Elain and Az), that Elain will always feel a tug to Lucien no matter what. Everyone that has come before an endgame pairing accepting their bond in Sarah's writing is always just lust, death of a non mate to clear the way for them to find their mate or romance for the wrong reasons but they truly think Az and Elain are the ones breaking that mold? Az who had to be yelled at by Amren for not believing in Elain? Az who didn't care when Elain was her most depressed? Az who didn't even give Elain credit for stabbing the king with his oh so special dagger?

So I agree with everything you said. To me, Elain and Az are not a confirmed canon couple and are not in a relationship, otherwise Nesta and about a dozen or so (or more) fae men were also canon couples. Elizabeth and Wickham would be a confirmed canon couple in P & P. Mor and Cassian would have been a confirmed canon couple. Hooking up doesn't equal a relationship and attraction is not confirmation that two characters have chosen to share their lives together.

That's not to say E/riel isn't a valid ship in the fandom, they are and people can still hope they get together, but they are not a canon couple as neither Elain or Az have expressed the desire to date the other, as they've both avoided each other for an entire year. You can't be a canon couple if you don't spend time together and you can't be a canon couple when 5 months have gone by since an almost kiss and the author never had them look in the others direction again.

And yeah, anyone who believes LUCIEN to be abusive and controlling CLEARLY has not read a single Sarah J Maas book in their life.

As it stands Elain and Lucien, Elain and Az, and Gwyn and Az are not canon couples. The arguments in the fandom should not be proving they are because none are actually in a relationship or dating.

The only valid arguments are who we think Sarah will eventually write as endgame canon couples and of course, I can't imagine anyone being better for Elain than the mate who has never rejected her, who took the author by surprise for her, who Sarah made as being happiest in nature along with her, and who has a similar mentality on cruelty which means Elain will never have to sacrifice what is important to her in order to be with him.

[cosmicobubisi]

Cosmic's Malleyuu Whump vs Flufftober: Day 31

making amends / Make a Wish

Simultaneously posted to AO3 here.

"If you could make a wish for anything in the world, what would you wish for?"

As was so often the case nowadays, Yuu and Tsunotaro were walking through some of the crumbling buildings of Night Raven's campus, just the two of them.

At this hour, most of the lights were off. It made Yuu feel as though the two of them were at the brink of the world’s consciousness, and though it was isolating, it was also somewhat comforting to be alone with Tsunotaro.

Comforting... wasn't the right word.

Comfort could not describe the feeling that had begun to poke Yuu more and more nowadays.

It bloomed like a flower around Tsunotaro, drinking up his rainlike praise with zest.

Like the bud of a delicate flower, their feelings were similarly veritable to be bruised or snapped if the winds blew too sharply.

This is why Yuu refused to investigate the felling any further, afraid if they nudged it too hard, it would die.

Tsunotaro was just so hard to read. On the best of days, he was an open book, generous with the stories he chose to share with Yuu.

On the worst, he was sly, often bordering on duplicitous. He seemed to want to catch Yuu in a trap were they contradicted themselves, the only apparent reason for why being because he could.

"What would I wish for...?" he mused gently.

"Yep! Anything you want! Just one, though," they said, a goofy smile on their face.

It was such a simple question, perhaps even a frivolous one, but Yuu found their own sort of pleasure in drawing the mundane from the magnificent.

"Hmmm. What are the bounds of this wish?" he asked.

"I dunno. You can't wish for more wishes, I guess."

"How many laws of nature am I allowed to break?"

"Uhhh... just tell me your wish!" exclaimed Yuu.

He shook his head. "I don't have one. I was trying to establish the boundaries so I would have more Ideas."

Yuu sighed, laughing just a little at the end.

"What about you?" he inquired. "Do you have a wish you'd like to share?"

A wave of thrill rose up from Yuu's stomach to their spine at the words.

"I think... I think I'd want a way to make my soulmate stay with me forever."

They winced as Tsunotaro laughed.

"What a simple notion," he said, as his chortles died down. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to laugh at you. It's very romantic, is all."

Yuu's brow furrowed, stamping out their hurt feelings.

"I guess," they said, trying to suck the venom out of his words with their nonchalant words.

"It's simply..." Tsunotaro trailed off, gesturing with his hands in the night air. "I cannot imagine finding any one person so alluring, that that's what I'd wish for before anything else."

"Really?" said Yuu, surprised. It wasn't their own feelings they were thinking of- Tsunotaro always gave off such a princely, dare they say romantic, air.

But Yuu wasn't blind enough to think of him as a prince on a white horse in silver armor. No, Tsunotaro was a man of shadows, who loved dearly but sparingly.

"That kind of love," he continued. "It's dangerous, or at least that's my impression."

Yuu hummed. He did have a point.

"But isn't there something so romantic about that?" they insisted, not able to let it go. "Loving someone so hard you lose yourself, being unable to tell where you end and where they begin? I mean, people go their whole lives never finding their soulmate."

Yuu smiled to themselves. "I'd rather have my soulmate and face all the problems in the world, than be able to sidestep a few alone."

Tsunotaro gave them a curious glance out of the corner of his eye.

"There isn't," he replied. "Not to me, anyway."

"A person like that?"

"A feeling so strong that could make me supersede all logic like that," he explained.

His face darkened.

"That kind of love is fleeting. Hoping for it to last longer than a moment would be like catching a wild bird in a cage. It will either fly away or die of despair."

Yuu pursed their lips. "That's pretty grim."

"Ah. I apologize."

"It's ok," they said quickly, wanting to smooth over the situation.

"I see the appeal, but I suppose I'd simply rather live untouched, never knowing a love so deep so it could never leave a hole in my heart."

"I get that."

"But you'd still want that, then? Your wish would be a powerful love, even if it were fleeting?"

"I do," said Yuu with a swell of confidence. "Even just a moment of pure love like that is better than a whole life without it, right? Comparatively?"

Tsunotaro looked off to the side.

"I'd rather not," he reiterated. "I'd rather live in ignorance, and never fear losing what I never had."

They walked in silence, and Yuu sensed they'd upset him with their choice of topic.

"Hey," they said. "What'd you think about the magift game this last weekend?"

--

Encircled in fire, the courtyard burned brightly as Yuu stood in its center.

The smoke was turning the sky an odd color, and the flames cast the serene garden in a macabre light, and it morphed the shadows on Malleus's face, framing him in a grim, desperate way.

At least, that;s what Yuu thought, from what they could see. Their vision wasn't doing so good these days.

The circles under Malleus's eyes were deepened by the grotesque light, and he kept a loose hold on his staff as he held his other hand up in surrender.

"Please," he said, defeated. "Let us discuss this."

"We. Have. Talked." spat Yuu, clipping the end of each word to ensure they'd be emphasized. "You have talked."

"Yes," he conceded readily, head bobbing in agreement. "I have spoken, more than my fair share. That is why I want to listen now."

Yuu said nothing, trying to amp up the intensity of their glare.

He was talking to them like they were a wild animal to be herded. His words were laced with sugary sweetness, trying to get them to swallow the bitter medicine of his words.

"I remember," he said. "I remember what you said back then. About a great love."

It took a few moments for Yuu to remember the conversation. Their walks felt like they were a lifetime ago now.

Why bring that up now, though?

"I see now. I see the value in such a thing," he said, a pleading undercurrent entering his voice.

Yuu remained unmoved.

It was what they wanted to hear, but too little, and far too late.

Their lack of reaction must have confused him as to their receptiveness of his words, because he took a step forward.

Yuu instantly took one too, flashing their weapon, and Malleus took two backwards.

His surrendering stance had reasserted itself, and he kept his hand up.

A stray bit of something tickled Yuu's bad eye, and they reflexively tried to blink it away before remembering that made it worse.

Instead, they reached up to wipe away the copious amount of blood dripping from their wounded eye, hoping this time, it would be the last.

They couldn't quite get it clean enough to see out of, no matter how much they cleaned, and when they dragged their sleeve below where they thought their eyes was, Yuu ended up tugging at something that sent more blood rushing down their face.

The sight made Malleus cringe in disgust, or pity, or something.

It was some victory.

"I want that," he said again, a tremor in his voice. "Please."

Yuu stayed still, and the intimidation tactic worked.

"Between us, you were the only one who wanted to fight for love. Allow me to fight for you. Let me make our few moments last a lifetime's worth of happiness."

Something ran down Yuu's cheek, and they brushed it away.

It would have been romantic, had it been a tear shedding, but Yuu knew that was unlikely, with the tangy smell of blood so close to their nose.

"Isn't it worth it? To taste at the fountain of love, even if you could never drink again?" he said, giving his voice a stamp of triumph.

Yuu was fed up with this. Malleus's hopeless prattling, in an attempt to extend their own life by even a few minutes, had worn out the last shreds of Yuu's patience.

He had no right to do this now. They felt a bit angry, but mostly, hearing what they'd wanted to hear for so long just hollowed them out.

"I'd honestly rather die," they said flatly.

Yuu raised the gun, and pulled back the hammer.

[89cats]

randoms of my little babes lately :’)

[skateboardtotheheart]

there is just something about the difference between edwin's love interests and having the cat king's reaction to edwin in hell being "i'll be waiting when he gets back" vs charles "no version of this where i don't come get you" rowland convincing a powerful trans-dimensional being to open a door to hell just so he could get him back

i am insane