#not a fan of daggers surprisingly

[lighter-burns]

SRGNIPFOSIG:HNFSOIHGNJS:ODGUHSDGSO:GBUOS:ULGNSOIGBN:UBGS:OIB LOVE THIS KNIFE WE HAVE ONE BUT ITS LOST CURRENTLY BUT ITS LIKE OUR FAVORITE KNIFE EVER ITS PERFECT (knives on pinterest that look close to ours)

fuckin. blushin and shit. (second picture is more accurate)

[moon1833]

MORE INUMAKI PLSSSSSSSSS

Me and the other seven Inumaki fans jump for joy !!!! Thanks for requesting !

SEA OTTERS -INUMAKI TOGE

“Sea otters mate for life and hold hands to prevent themselves from being separated.”

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He was too pretty for his own good. You knew it, like how you knew how to breathe. It was always there, but when you thought about it, you were forced into the realization. Inumaki Toge is beautiful.

There’s a soft glow stretching across his entire body from the tanks. They inclapse him in blue, and white light flickers around his face. The aquarium is large, and you two are the only people there.

There’s a thudding sense of a grade two curse, maybe a grade one. But besides that and the enclosures of marine life, you two are completely alone.

Even though this mission is particularly tricky, it calms you. You’re unsure if it’s the tranquility of the aquarium lights or the boy two steps in front of you.

“Toge.” You whisper, tugging on his uniform and nudging him further down the hallway. The curse is approaching.

Quickly, you grab onto him a bit more firmly, using your cursed technique to register the two of you invisible. To the curse, all that was left of either of you was the energy that lingered in your steps.

Invisible and perfectly still, you used your opportunity to get a good look at the curse. It wasn’t very big, but its limbs stretched wide, almost spider like as its torso twisted unnaturally. One leg tapped harshly on the glass, its wingspan larger than the hallway it was crawling down.

Toge grimaces beside you, his large distaste for insects shining through his half-covered face. You squeeze his bicep in comfort, using your other hand to make sure your knife was still there.

This job was more suited for you alone, but you were only a second grade, and Inumaki was a wonderful student to have with you. Still, for the plan you had formulated in your brain, you would need to get the boy to safety or use him as bait. You did not want to rely on the ladder.

As if reading your mind, he begins to sign to you. His fingers are quick and purposeful, a big improvement from when he started learning two years ago.

“I’ll be distraction.” He signs, a little broken but you understand him perfectly.

You shake your head in disagreement. “No.” You sign back, struggling to do so with one hand. “Let me get you to safety. I got this.”

Inumaki shakes his head wildly, but he has no choice when you force him down another hallway. He doesn’t walk happily, though. His arms are crossed until you find an empty room littered with security cameras.

“I can do this.” You whisper, finally dropping your hand. Your fingers burn at the loss of contact.

Inumaki looks at you and then rolls his eyes. You read him well. “I know you can but I’m not happy about it.”

“Look.” You point behind him to the security displays. “You’ll be able to see if I need backup. You know I’m visible on camera no matter what.”

He’s a bit more agreeable with the compromise, but he sticks to his habit anyway of hugging you before letting you leave.

Now that you were only focusing on yourself, your body fell invisible much easier, and your feet made no sound as you walked down the tile hallway.

The curse was almost exactly where you had first saw it, but its body was now facing the underground portion of the otter exhibit. Almost cutely, all eight of its eyes were stuck to the two as they swam by, hand in hand.

Beside the tank is a sign that you had read earlier, that sea otters mate for life and hold hands to prevent themselves from being separated. It almost looked like the creature was reading the sign.

You had to remind yourself this curse had strung up and drained the blood of three people before moving into action.

You sprinted, jumping on one of the tanks and flipping your body to get more height before landing on the spider-like curse, your dagger piercing it’s surprisingly hairy skin and dragging downward with you weight.

It screeches immediately, trying to throw you off its back and squirming at the same time. Its fangs twitch viciously, and it sprays some sort of liquid in the air that makes you involuntarily cover your mouth and nose.

With the advantage, the creature flings you off its back, and your body hits a wall harshly. You were sure if you had hit one of the glass tanks, it would have ruptured.

Weakened and coughing, your invisibility flickers, and the curse is charging at you. Barely, you doge in time, creating more distance between you.

Your knife is still lodged into its back. You need to get it back, and soon. You had other weapons, but that was your first choice, and a better assessed stab wound would’ve killed the curse, so you were a bit underprepared.

It charges at you again, and you jump, trying to land a swift kick to its torso while grabbing your weapon, but its upper body folds completely, fangs lunging at you while the blackest eyes you’ve ever seen stare at you.

Reflectively, you go invisible again, trying to lurch out of the way but the curse is quicker, spitting out web fluid and trapping you to the wall.

You curse under your breath, a bit disappointed in yourself at the outcome. Oh well, it wasn’t like you were going to die here.

You hear Inumaki’s footsteps before you see him, and you realize can’t turn your head. The web is stuck to your cheek, pinning you to the glass upside-down.

You cover your ears with cursed energy, something you had gotten very good at since befriending him all those years ago. “Go ahead, Toge!”

“Die!” You hadn’t expected that to be the command that fell from his pretty lips. Usually he relied on things like ‘explode’ or ‘freeze’, and would force an opening before exorcizing the curse. You weren’t sure you’d ever heard him use something so straightforward before.

Regardless, there was a sickening sound of something wet, and then a thud. From the corner of your eye, you can see a heavy, black limb, but that’s it.

You breathe deeply, your airways finally free from whatever had sprayed you.

“Mustard leaf?” He asks, and you feel his presence get closer to you, his cursed energy tickling your stomach.

“I’m okay.” You reply. “Just kinda stuck to a wall with all the blood rushing to my head.”

Toge laughs, and you find yourself grinning, too.

He collects your knife, beginning to cut the webbing from your face first. He’s slow, and he lays a gentle hand on your jaw as he works.

The web isn’t as strong as you thought it would be, and soon you’re finally able to look around.

Now, you realize why Inumaki had panicked so much. The curse was much, much closer to you than you had originally thought, it’s fangs fully barred and hardly a meter away from you.

You can also now see the second year’s concern, his face so close to yours it makes you dizzy.

“Hey.” You say, a bit dumbly.

His jacket zipper is lowered to his collarbone, and even upside-down you appreciate the unfair attractiveness of the bottom half of his face.

He mouths back a small “hi” and it’s enough to make you chuckle.

He finishes cutting off the rest of the webbing, and you almost expected for him to let you fall to the floor with the last slash of your knife, but he doesn’t. Instead, he catches you with such ease it startles you, and you don’t miss his cocky smile at your expression.

You thank him when he puts you down, and you carefully step over the grossly hairy legs. Your eyes find the only witnesses to the event, a pack of cute, tiny little otters.

The smallest one, who looks to have been born no more than six months ago, peers down at you quizzically. Its mother is beside it, and you smile at the obscurity of it all.

Toge joins you, poking your shoulder and pointing to the left of you at another pair of otters. They looked to be cuddling, almost dancing as they swim across.

He taps you again before pointing to himself, then you, and then back to the otters. Your head tilts, wondering if you’re reading into the display too much or if he’s doing what you’re thinking.

“Toge, I think that sign says they’re mated for life.” You nudge.

He looks back at you, bashful while almost a little exasperated. It clicks in your brain.

“You’re adorable.” You coo, grasping his hand. He smiles, the cursed symbols on his cheek shifting. Without thinking, you kiss them, your lips brushing the corner of his mouth.

You pull away, Toge’s face red and erupted in shock. Even still, his hands are on your waist and are pulling you closer until he kisses you fully, your hands becoming tangled in his hair.

Rather suddenly, he steps back, lost in thought. You frown for a moment before he begins to sign.

“Can I please be your boyfriend.”

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[yurinaa-world]

please, for your 800 followers event I would like to ask for Jamil, Leona, azul, Idia and malleus with the letters J,L, O and P please

✦Characters: Jamil, Leona, Azul, Idia, & Malleus

✦Alphabet: J, L, O, P

800 Follower Milestone Event; Under The Stars

𝒥𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓁 𝒱𝒾𝓅𝑒𝓇

✦Jealousy - Do they get jealous quickly? How do they deal with it?

He rarely gets jealous, and it’s rare. He trusts you a lot. But if he were ever to get jealous, it’s more like bottled up. He’s just squinting at you, and that guy is talking to you with too much comfort and no self-awareness. You can see the sour look becoming more evident throughout the day since your interaction with that guy.

✦Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He’s never been a desperate man—well, not for love, that is, survival? Yes, but this! It’s normal to help you out with work or if you're injured because people were roughhousing, but a lot of the things he does for Kamil make helping you feel something different. The second Kamil found out, he went straight to planning the most embarrassing plan ever. He might skip the plan altogether.

When he saw you, his heart just skipped a beat and was instead about to slip out of it. Unlike before, when he’s all professional, he lets it slip out when you're alone. I'm watching your face contort from your happy smile into a blushing mess, and my mouth is agape at this revelation.

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it evident to others? How do they express their feelings?

He's an act-of-service type of guy; he gives you little gifts from his dorm, makes you food, or does anything else you need help with, even if it’s not school-related. It’s the honeymoon phase forever here.

Oh, not really; no one notices unless they were to look into it more than they should. Giving you extra things and help anytime you need it. People would confuse you for being very close friends. Until you get caught holding hands when you thought you were “alone,” you are being investigated by everyone. You were so annoyed about it that you didn't tell them, and that's why you were ditching them to hang out with your lover, boy!

✦PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss, etc, when others are watching?

Of course, he isn't telling anyone; he isn't a fan of bragging in front of other people; that's just not who he is, but Kamil's big mouth always runs its course (he's trying). Not having a fan PDA, like no way is he kissing you either, like simple pinky holding. It is fine when there are not a lot of people around.  

𝐿𝑒𝑜𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓇

✦Jealousy - Do they get jealous quickly? How do they deal with it?

He doesn’t care at all. He stares daggers at that bimbo for a first-year who dares to think he has a chance with you. He must be living under a rock if he doesn’t know that you're with him. You see him from the corner of your eye; he’s starting to get more of a malicious look on his face as his sharp teeth begin to show, with the poor first starting to get scared for his life.

✦Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He is so calm about it; he doesn’t even need to say any words you like him, and he surprisingly likes you back. He looks at you, “touching me up like that, starting to make you think you like me, Herbivore.” You freeze and feel embarrassed, so much so that you can’t say anything back. “I like you back.”

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it evident to others? How do they express their feelings?

It was pretty evident that he liked you back, like letting you get away or touching his tail or his ears. Just feeling in general and letting you be next to him while he falls asleep might as well be the confession itself—that he didn’t rip your face off for touching him. That one time, you accidentally stepped on his tail, and everyone looked at you in horror, but he didn't murder you. It's a miracle if you call it that, but you’ll have to pay him back in another way other than your life.

✦PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss, etc., when others are watching?

He brags about Little whenever Ruggie says anything about Leona being lovesick. He’s just jealous that no one would bat an eye at him. He doesn’t care about anything; if people are watching, who cares? Let them watch, and it's not like he’s got anything to lose. He’s kissing you in the end, so he’s winning something.

𝒜𝓏𝓊𝓁 𝒜𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑜

✦Jealousy - Do they get jealous quickly? How do they deal with it?

He’s never been jealous! While that’s what he’s feeling right, he’s never had to share with anyone! But notes, work, and answers all come at a price, but I am sharing them with you! It is something he would never do. Those students in his dorm are just begging for no mercy because they’re gawking at you with such a look in their eyes as if they could make you fall in love with them instead.

✦Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He feels his face red whenever you get near, especially when he’s been burned out entirely with little to no patience to deal with anything else. Seeing your happy face, just come to him with water in your hand and a slow asking if he’s alright, blush corroding his face. “I love you so much.” Leave his mouth in a mumble. He must’ve not been thinking right or something. How could he say something like that?!

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s obvious to his two right-hand assistants. He shows you a bit too much favouritism compared to anyone else. The little things he gives you to anyone else would cost them working in the lounge for months.

✦PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss, etc., when others are watching?

He doesn’t like to brag, unlike his accomplishments, but Floyd’s around, and whenever he’s around, he can’t shut up, sticking out his tongue in disgust, watching you two touch hands by accident.

𝐼𝒹𝒾𝒶 𝒮𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒹

✦Jealousy - Do they get jealous quickly? How do they deal with it?

It's a silent type of jealousy, like the “planning murder at the back of my head” type. The more he thinks about it, the more it pisses him off completely. His hair turns slightly red while he smashes the buttons on his controller, while Ortho watches it unfold from behind him.

✦Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He can't; he can't do it. Nope. Not happening. He’ll rather die than confess to you. Everyone says the worst you could say is no, but he can’t handle it. Even though Ortho says his feelings to be reciprocated are 99%, he still can’t do it by just going up to you, looking you in the eyes, and talking with his actual voice. He would rather hide in a hole and live there forever!!

He ended up confessing. He stutters in his voice while telling you he likes you. Who knows who is blushing the most since you both look like tomatoes?

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

He wants nothing to do with other people; he would never go outside!! Never! The only thing people do is that you go to his dorm often and with what ortho says, so that is all they have to go off of.

✦PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss, etc., when others are watching?

He’s so shy about the most basic affection you could give him. Holding hands, or even if it’s holding pinkies, he can’t help but go a little red whenever you do that. He's just never felt affection the way you do.

𝑀𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓊𝓈 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒶

✦Jealousy - Do they get jealous quickly? How do they deal with it?

It’s just a sick taste in his mouth. Of course, he trusts you. Why wouldn’t he? You’ve been so close together and loving, so what exactly is this? He doesn’t know how to deal with this feeling. His brain can’t comprehend any of this. So, won’t you help him navigate what he’s feeling? 

✦Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He’s so old-fashioned, like a love letter in such a fancy font, too!! To the point, you can only read one part. That which is “I love you immensely. You are first, and you will always be my first.” Yes, you hugged him when you saw him again.

✦On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?

Nobody knows that you're together since no one can find this dude except everyone at Diasomnia (seven dismay finding out you're together was a lot). He’s an old man, and he’s old-fashioned, like reading those books with covers saying “how to make your significant other fall even more in love with you.”

✦PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss, etc., when others are watching?

Again, nobody knows where this guy is at half the time. He doesn’t like to brag, and There’s no one to brag to anyway.

[3vergr3en]

hi! I love your work! I noticed you've been a fan of eujoo lately... me too :,) if you have time or are interested, how do you think the andteam members would act when they have a crush? thank you!

❥ How &Team would react to having a crush on you

(🥐) PAIRING . OT9 x fem!reader

(🥞) A/N . ANON. I LOVE YOUUU. and thank you so much for requesting this !! and yesss, byun euijoo has all I've been thinking about (he's so cute that I'm getting pissed off.)

(🍮) ADDITIONAL INFO . everything below is just cutesy filth.

Koga Yudai - K

hes actually quite shy surprisingly.

you'd expect him to be all like, "I like you!!" when he first realized that he thought more of you than just a friend.

but he's actually quite sheepish when it comes to you.

one glance from you has his heart pounding in his chest.

or one 'hi, yudai!' has his knees buckling.

he tries to make himself look and act perfect when being around you, deathly afraid of any mishaps happening bc all he wants is for you to think that he's cool :(

but he's so busy trying to perfect himself, that he fails to do the part where you had to be yourself.

"Yudai. You didn't need to do all of that if you wanted to impress me. You could've just asked me out." You smile fondly, combing back his curtain bands with your hand.

"I messed up my chance, didn't I?"

"Not yet."

Murata Fuma - Fuma

honestly not surprised when realizing.

he loves having you around with him and the guys,

or when you ask him to come over to help with some appliances.

He doesn't mind fixing them bc not only does he get to see you more, but he also doesn't want your place collapsing on you <3

you're independent, funny, and super sweet to anyone around you.

who wouldn't like you?

When he decided to go tell you,

he's SUPER straightforward.

"Y/n, the reason why I asked you to come see me today was because.. I found myself having feelings for you than I would for just a friend."

He knows what he wants, and he acts on it. he hates beating around the bush. (which is so attractive btw)

If he can have you as his now, why would he want to wait any longer?

"Oh! I.. wasn't expecting you to be so straightforward about it. Usually guys would just--"

"Well, I'm not like them." He chuckles, "I'm a man who knows how to treat a woman right."

Don't gotta say anymore, you're already planning a date with him.

(and possibly your guys's future together)

Wang Yixiang - Nicholas

he first realized he had a crush on you when the smallest things you'd usually do for him, start to have more of an effect on him.

like asking him if he had eaten yet, or grabbing an extra umbrella for him when it was going to rain.

YOU thought you were delusional-- no, HE'S delusional.

'she thought about me. omg, she wants me so bad, its embarrassing for her.'

NO. it's embarrassing for YOU, yixiang.

but he doesn't tell you right away, although his ways of showing that are teasing you even more than usual.

"no one wants to see you chowing down that, like calm down, no ones gonna take it from you." He snickers, finding joy in you glaring daggers at him.

"and no one wants to see that ugly face of yours, but hey, unfortunately, we all can't have what we want."

God. He's gonna marry you one day.

One day.

Byun Euijoo - Ej

SOOO shy whenever you walk into the room.

"Hi juju!" You greet happily, a bright smile over taking your face.

"Oh-! Uhm, hi.." He responds, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

HES SO AWKWARD THAT ITS CUTEEEE.

he's terrified that if the guys stopped talking, everyone, especially you, would hear his heartbeat drumming in his chest.

he truly finds you the most beautiful girl he's ever laid eyes on, and unfortunately, Nicholas has to hear all about his fanboy behavior.

"Euijoo, buddy." The older clears his throat as his hand grasps euijoo's shoulder, "If you won't tell her, I will."

"You wouldn't.." Euijoo trails off, a hint of betrayal was clear in his tone.

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that nicholas may not be joking.

"wait-- no, I-I'll tell her, okay?"

and surprisingly, he did.

you found it adorable btw when he confessed his feelings.

he was fumbling over his words and unintentionally avoided direct eye contact the whole time.

he was just so nervous :((

"juju, you're so cute. you know that, right?"

"ah.. really? thank you then 😊"

Nakakita Yuma - Yuma

honestly, i feel like he would be in denial at first.

BUT NOT IN A BAD WAY.

just more of a, 'what if she doesn't like me back? I don't want to ruin our friendship' type of denial.

So, he tries to suppress them.

How did that turn out?

He barely lasted a couple hours before going out to your place for dinner.

and you greeted him with open arms and a warm smile.

It took him some time to process that newfound feeling.

With the help of responsible fuma and surprisingly taki (I know. but I think that boy has some good advice), he was convinced to tell you how he truly felt.

"You know, make sure you're clear, okay? Don't be vague or ambiguous." Fuma hums, patting the boy's shoulder.

"But like, also be mysterious too! Girls dig that." Taki chimes in.

(okay, perhaps I take that back.)

Asakura Jo - Jo

shy boi #2

he would want to spend more time with you, actually.

I mean yes, he is afraid to confess because he fears rejection.

but like, he cares about you too much to be distant.

so he just accepted it and opted to spend his last few times with you as a friend until you eventually let him off.

but it kept going for longer and longer.

he questioned why. maybe you were just oblivious to his obvious crush on you?

Nope. You weren't oblivious.

You knew right from the get-go that Jo might've felt a different way.

How?

His more frequent visits, asking questions about hypothetically dating a guy who so happens to perfectly fit the description of him.

He's so cute.

Shigeta Harua - Harua

shy boi #3

but he's the most composed out of all the members (besides fuma)

He hides it so well because he makes it look like nothing changed about him.

but even if he doesn't show, he feels it ALL internally.

and poor you, you don't even notice at all.

"Harua! Want to go to this restaurant that just opened recently?"

"Oh,, as in, like a uh.."

"Like in what?" You question, attention focused on your phone that holds the restaurant's website in.

"Ah, nothing. Let's go!" He smiles, watching you slip on your shoes.

I'll tell her one day.

Takayma Riki - Taki

HES SO PAINFULLY OBVIOUS, OML.

hes quite literally like a clingly puppy around you.

"Y/n! Where do you want to go today?" He'd question, eyes wide in anticipation.

"Oh, I was actually planning to stay home and just watch some TV-"

"I'll come accompany you!"

"Thanks.. Taki." You giggle, admiring his devotion to you.

"Should we get matching pj's for our sleepover?" Taki suggests.

"Oh, since when did I say you were sleeping over?"

But when you see that pout, you feel some heart strings being pulled.

"Okay, okay. Fine. Yes, you can stay the night-- but NO matching pajamas.. yet."

"THERE'S A YET?!"

Hirota Maus Riki - Maki

just like K, he tries to play it cool.

But he doesn't go all out like the other.

He's actually hidden it pretty well, just like Harua.

You guys already established a friendship that deals with a lot of skinship.

You guys pretty much act like a couple, just without the title.

It's no surprise that either one of you starts to form a crush.

It's so normal, it just felt right.

But to his surprise, you were the one to confess first--

completely taking him off guard.

"Wait- no! I was going to tell you first!"

"Well, you took too long."

"I was literally going to tell you 10 seconds ago."

"Yeah right."

"..."

"..."

"Want to go get some Ice cream?" Maki suggests, raising an eyebrow.

"Um, duh."

(all of the boys coo how cute you guys are <33)

[senyuuno]

COGNIZANCE

Scene: When the Genshin Men realize they can never let you go Notes: I just wanna write before university starts again. (T-T)

Wanderer

Rushed footsteps can be heard along the hallways of the infirmary; along with it are some shouts of frustrations.

“I’ll shut your mouth completely if you keep on yammering at me!” Just a few seconds after that was the loud bang of your door as it flung open. There revealed the Wanderer, around him was his menacing aura that you could feel emanating from him.

“No, you can’t!”

“Sorry, Sir, but this is a private area!”

“We can’t let you i—”

You nervously smiled—“Uh, h-hi?”

“I never repeat myself.” With that, the attendant looked at you before sighing in defeat and leaving the room completely, closing the door behind them.

“You never really listen to me! I told you to—”

“Sir, you ca—” The attendant was cut off once Wanderer glared at them.

“Uhm…” You started off. Wanderer, then again, looked at you, glaring at your wounds as he grabbed your collar.

“Why would you even leave after I told you not to? Sneaking off in the middle of the night just to get some lowly artifacts and then what? You come back here with those bruises? Hah! That’s so weak of you, Y/N…you know you could die if you weren’t careful right?!” He continued to nag; his face flushed in anger but his voice slowly cracking as he tries to hide his anxiousness seeing your bandages.

“A pathetic mortal like you can…c-can….” An unexpected tear escaped from his eyes. You look at him. With your hand slowly removing his hands from your collar and taking it to your chest just to feel your heartbeat, you said—“Can you feel it? It’s beating right? That means I’m still alive.”

“Y…you…” Tears streamed from his eyes as he finally releases his worries. He wraps his arms around you as he hugged you, your warmth spreading on his proved that you are still alive. He tightens his hugs and you can’t help but to pat his back.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, and you try to repeat yourself again—“I really am ok—” but was cut off in the middle of it.

“—You can’t leave me,” he mumbled.

“Never.”

Childe

[“Aha! There you are, Comrade!” Just hearing Childe’s voice made you frown.

“What?” You asked, your tone annoyed as you turn to him.

You sighed. As expected, he’s all full of wounds again. There’s a blood crippling from his forehead, a bruise just on the side of his lips, gloves torn, and his clothes dirty.

“Ugh, Childe, what mission did you handle again?” You lightly grabbed his arm, making him seat on the sofa as you started to look for your medical kits to support your healing.

“Heh~ just the usual,” he grinned which just annoyed you again.

“Ouch! Hey, be careful!” He whined as you pressed the side of his lips.

“Oh, shut up,” you groaned.

As you started to heal him, he just stared at you. Your frowning face is quite a sight to see. How your brows furrowed as you try to focus on his wounds, your slightly parted lips…your scent fanning on him instead of the smell of blood, your concerned eyes didn’t escape his perceptive gaze instead of those dagger eyes and glarings he always had to deal…your mumble of curses to him which he finds surprisingly soothing…all of you.]

Those happened only a week ago. Since he was restrained by the Fatui for the meantime, as one of his mission somehow failed, he was exasperated.

“Hah!” He sighed in frustration as he glared at his own weapon.

He grabs one of his arrows and started playing with it—“Agh! I was supposed to be at battles right now! Tsk!” He closes his eyes.

The smell of the battlefield started urging him again to just escape the retainment order. Then after that, he’d all look like a ragged doll again with the wounds and blood on him…then…he’ll go straight to you to heal him…and then he’ll watch how you take care of him…and then…

He opens his eyes, intently staring on his arrow. His fingertips tracing the nock as he unconsciously raised the arrowhead and grazing his skin deep using it. His eyes dark as he once more pressed it…he flinched.

Seeing how he wounds himself, blood slowly crippling down his arms as he looks at it, he chuckled—“I’m…seriously…crazy. Going this far just to—” then he groans.

“I guess it’s time to see Y/N~” he hums as he stood up.

Xiao

“Do you mind if I like you?” You heard Xiao mumbled something before he answers you— “A mortal and an adeptus can’t be together.”

“Eh~ You don’t have to like me back though,” you said chuckling.

Xiao looks at you as you stared at the horizon. Both of you were at near the Liyue Harbor and just enjoying the view. The scenery wasn’t even at the main harbor, yet the ocean…rather…the horizon, for you sends you at awe. His lips parted as if wanting to say something but decided to just shrug it away. Of course. Who wouldn’t want your affection? The way you care…the way you express your concern…how your eyes shine when you see something up to your likings…If only…

“You know sometimes, I wonder how deep the ocean is?” Xiao flinched at your question.

“It’s deep enough for you to swim. You’d be too tired even before meeting halfway the end of it,” he said. You chuckled.

“Deep enough to kill me?” Why…are you always showing curiosity over trivial matters?

“…Deep enough for you to struggle. You won’t be able to breathe; you won’t be able to seek help to other mortals since the ocean is a bit far from here…” Reminiscing the past as he closes his eyes, he continued to talk— “Do not scurry away long from the land and be comfortable with the waters, it would not be good for your inquisitiveness,” he added as he sighed. The smell of the bloody battlefield, the scent of the saltwater that he had buried long time ago but creeping its way to his present.

“Y/N, let’s get you ba—” He freezes. Upon opening his eyes, half of your body was deep in the ocean. It wasn’t even that deep to begin with.

“Y/N—” He was fast enough to get into the waters and grab you in the arms. But you didn’t look at him.

His breath hitches, almost as if he was being strangled. When you look back at him, he was already trembling as he looks at you in pure desperation. His other hand was holding onto your arms, the other on his neck.

“Hey, what are you planning to do?”

“You know, Xiao…living is tiresome,” you mumbled, enough for him to hear.

“Eventhough I am a mortal, like you said…why was it that life itself is frustrating.”

“Y/N, let’s get—” Please spare me a glance.

“What do you think Xiao?” He freezes, once again, at what you said.

“Y/N, you can’t…”

“W-were you angry?”

“Wha—”

“Don’t go there…the ocean is…” his breath hitched again— “D-don’t go….d-don’t…”

“Xiao? Hey—” you fully turn your body to him and as you try to remove his hand on your arms, he just hold onto it tighter— “You c-can like me…just don’t…nnghhhh…” Xiao looked at the ocean and to you again. .

“You’re hyperventilating?! Hey…let’s get you out of the wa—” Before you could finish your sentence, he pulls you closer to him.

“Don’t leave me,” his eyes full of fear as if you just triggered something in him.

“You should not, Y/N,” he said.         “I understand but first—”

“You must not leave me.”

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

Hello!! Big fan of your writing! I feel like we both have the same brain because the ideas you write about are the exact same I think of to go to sleep at night 💀 can I ask if you have any thoughts on platonic yandere Leon Kennedy with a female reader?

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒…

!!! Female reader (duh), idolizing, delusional behavior, over-protectiveness, Lowkey touch-starved Leon, surprisingly soft writing from someone like me.

Hmm… there’s honestly many directions you could go with a platonic yandere Leon, and they all depend on the circumstance. When did you guys meet? Was it pre-zombie breakout, during, or after? Did you work at the R.P.D.? Maybe with Umbrella? Are you also government agent post-breakout? What’s the age gap between the two of you? Who’s older?

… Okay, now that I have that all written down, I have so many thoughts on each individual idea but they all keep SWIMMING AWAY FROM ME WHEN I TRY TO WRITE SOMETHING, so lemme focus on a consistent idea.

RE2 Leon might have a tendency to look up to you. Maybe you’re his superior, older than him, or just generally have a leader-like personality that’s reassuring whenever shit goes down. If you have a more caring/nurturing personality, there’s a chance that he’ll think of you as an older sister or even a motherly figure. This is where it spirals into idolization, worshipping the ground you walk on as though you were a goddess sent to encourage him through all his trials and tribulations.

He’ll forever feel in debt to your kindness. Even if you aren’t a particularly friendly woman, his brain distorts any sort of gesture from you — be it nice, neutral, or rude —into something with a deeper meaning. Because of this, he’s fiercely loyal to you, acting as your personal guard dog when trouble comes. No one is allowed to lay a finger on you as long as he’s alive, but not because he thinks you can’t handle yourself; he just wants to share his eternal gratitude with you somehow, and if throwing himself in the face of danger, then he’s more than willing to sacrifice himself to show it.

Meanwhile, RE4 Leon might have a tendency to see you as his responsibility. Maybe you’re a rookie, younger than him, or just generally have an air of confusion and fear around you. His empathy would get the best of him, memories of Raccoon City tugging at his heartstrings as he sees part of himself in you. He’ll still try to maintain his rough exterior, but there’s always a hint of softness in his eyes when it comes to you, and it’s only a matter of time before his resolve completely cracks. You’re his younger sister; a daughter, even… and this is where the paranoia comes into play.

No one is allowed to touch you. No one is allowed to speak to you. No one is even allowed to look at you (and yes, he enforces this rule by sending those who try a serious death glare). He’s fiercely protective of you, not above beating the shit out of anyone who he deems a threat to your safety. He may also get a bit controlling, doing things like ordering advising you to change clothes should your outfit be revealing, or talking mad shit about people you express fondness for (not necessarily because he wants you to only have eyes on him, he just doesn’t want anyone to have eyes on you).

What connects these two Leons is their craving for physical touch. While RE2 Leon doesn’t feel worthy for it, he absolutely melts whenever you put a hand on him. I am a big lovesick puppy Leon fan (BECAUSE PLATONIC YANDERES CAN ACT LIKE LOVESICK PUPPIES TOO), so you know this man will be giving you the puppy dog eyes for head pats. And RE4 Leon would rather die than admit this, but he likes it when you nervously hang onto his bicep while you walk side by side. Also, imagining him holding you on his lap, his coat engulfing you as he glares daggers at anyone who even looks your way makes me so soft.

… You know, this was generally very tame for me. I think part of it has to do with how general I’m being, but I think it’s also cuz platonic yandere Leon makes me melt. If y’all got any fucked up ideas about Leon, hit me up.

[snapghoul]

The Daggers insta posts

More head canons about their insta and the wranglers are there too as always.

Seresin twins master list

Warnings: none

The daggers never post good photos of Mav, unless it’s for a memorial post or something, it’s always one that makes him look like a cryptid. They try to post the most random photos of him they can. Since Mav doesn’t have instagram, he doesn’t know. The fans love it.

Jake once got the Wranglers insta account password (definitely not from Boone) and tried to start a funny picture war.

But when his brother went to retaliate, Tyler realized he didn’t have any stupid pictures of Jake unfortunately and surprisingly. He did however have a picture Jake sent him of Bradley when he was having a gay panic attack over him. So he posted that, which evolved into everyone else posting pictures of Bradley that he didn’t know existed and calling them their chosen warrior.

It was called the Chicken War.

Bradley lost not only the war but his dignity too.

[dangermousie]

Zhang Ruoyun is a HELL of an actor.

But also, on rewatch - so many what ifs. All our antagonists were so close to having Fan Xian out of their hair. He was going to marry Lin Waner and move back and be out of it all.

BUT

And so many other small things leading to this - all the fun and games and misunderstandings where Waner's brother thought she didn't want to marry FX and FX was unworthy and participated in the attempt and all that stemmed from that etc.

And the lack of any glory in death or any proper farewell. Teng Zijing is just dead. No glorious last words (only person there at the time was Fan Xian who was unconscious but even if he wasn't, he didn't say anything, he just died in an instant.)

And the rage.

One of the things that I love about Fan Xian is that he may be a joking, surprisingly easy going man but there is so much contained but all-consuming rage in him when the moment requires. He can be consumed by it, he will give himself to it.

And oh, the guts. The way he staggers off, barely able to grip a dagger, with a dislocated shoulder and dragging his leg, daring whoever tried to kill him to take another crack - because he's too angry to care.

[saoirseirose]

Does he feel bonita? (R.S)

contents: what happens when your grumpy boyfriend comes home from work? rambling about his nails?

or

giving sukuna a much-needed-manicure

kinda ooc sukuna

masterlist

"fuckin' assholes" ryomen's hiss was heard throughout your shared apartment, you can only think of what or who pissed him off today— the very very rude lady across the street? traffic? his boss? the white-haired neighbor across the hall? the list goes on, yet you assumed wrong.

"what happened?" you softly cooed from the couch, your legs folded as a pillow rested between your thighs, ryomen's footsteps resonated closer, his eyes fixated on his fingers as he spoke.

"those fuckin' oldies made me erase my nailpolish" ryomen spats harshly, as if it was your fault—but it wasn't, obviously. "again" he adds, eyes darting to look at you as he shows his messed up fingernails—dried hints of black chapped into the surface, his thumb barely erased as you can still see the color of the nail-polish he neatly put on for thirty minutes and patiently dried it infront of the fan in the livingroom.

you knew ryomen, he likes putting all his effort into things. whether it's for his job, your relationship, small dates, and especially his nails—he took a particular liking in painting his nail beds, he claims it adds more effect and makes him more intimidating. intimidating as whoever dares to ask him why he's painting his nails like girls ends up with either a black-eye or a missing tooth. surprisingly, ryomen finds it offensive whenever things are expected to have gender labels.

"again?" you let out a dramatic gasp to support your boyfriend and his soon-to-be-protest-infront-of-his-workplace. you cooed him to get closer to you, he complies and sits beside you in the couch, a scowl still on his face as you grabbed his right arm.

you subtly grimaced, spotting the faded black ink in his skin—the tattoo lighter and covered with what you assumed was your foundation as you found the container tossed into the trashcan earlier, you made a mental note to scold him after you're done comforting him.

ryomen's job was strict—strict about tattoos, piercings, nail polish, and different aspects used for women that can't be seen in men because it's viewed as "scandalous" and immoral. you're surprised ryomen's still in the job as he's known for his short temper and lack of patience—atleast towards the things he doesn't see interesting

"my poor baby" you pouted, pinching his cheek and making ryomen glare at you from the side of his eyes, you ignored it ofcourse and continued to baby him

"stop"

"don't wanna"

"you're impossible"

you laughed at that, looking at his nails again before scurrying off to grab the nail kit he keeps upstairs in your bedroom, not waiting for any of ryomen's protests.

once you got back into the living room, you spot ryomen sending daggers into his ruined nails. you stifled a laugh and plopped back down beside him, grabbing his right hand wordlessly as you maneuvered your hand into the plastic kit to grab a nail polish.

"you're supposed to use a clear polish first" ryomen comments, staring at you as he placed his face into his knuckles, eyes staring intently at you.

you rolled your eyes, following his instructions. you grabbed the said clear nail polish—opening it before spreading the clear substance into his pinky first—then his forefinger.

you were focused, pink tongue peeking through the side of your lips as you worked into ryomen's nails, determined to replicate his ruined handy work

"asshole" you murmured when you see ryomen's middle finger lifted, a grin on his face, followed by his eyebrows cocking up

"why? 'm just makin' your job way easier" sarcasm dripped in his mouth easily, like it's his second nature. his smugness still in-tact.

you ignored his remarks, finishing his right hand. you grabbed his left hand forcefully—yanking him towards you. he cursed, spatting a few coherent "fucks" "shits" on the side as he struggled to pry himself off your grasp.

"damn, you should be a wrestler with that strength" ryomen scoffs, grimacing as you used your leg to pin him down—your legs over his as you pressed your weight down, successfully keeping him in place while you finished the base coat for his nails.

"let's go with pink"

"fuck no"

"why? thought things shouldn't have gender, what happened to 'fuck what other people say'?"

"try, and watch how i'll snap your neck, smart-mouth"

"kinky"

[herald-divine-hell]

My Thoughts on Veilguard So Far (Spoiler Free)

So I'm 11 hours into Veilguard, and I wanted to share some of my thoughts.

The gameplay is absolutely addicting. Being a mage that can zip around, whirl your staff around before dodging in with your orb and dagger is never not fun.

The maps do feel a touch limiting - but I'm only at Act 1. Still, the areas that we do get, especially after the first few quests, are very fun to explore.

The companions are wonderful. So far, I only collected Neve, Harding, Bellara, and Lucanis - but I love their dynamic so much. Especially Neve and Bellara and Neve and Lucanis. Lucanis is slowly becoming a fan favorite, personally. And I love that specific characters do get cutscenes showing them acting like friends, such as in the case of Bellara and Neve. Are they my favorite cast? No. I'll hold off complete judgement for now, but I still have a soft spot for DAI's cast. So far, the companions are rising to my third and might even beat out Origins companions (except Leliana, of course) if I enjoy Davrin and Emmerich and Taash.

The story is very interesting and surprisingly dark, which is a treat because so many Origins fans complained about the lack of "dark fantasy". I think they found a nice balance between epic fantasy and dark fantasy, though that still remains to be seen. Still, what I have viewed so far as been absolutely awesome

The lore reveals are so good and so interesting! I won't spoil it, but there is a lot of new stuff that really makes what we're learning so thought provoking with already established lore.

My main criticisms:

You're unable to talk to companions outside of cutscenes with them. Thankfully, you'll get a lot of them so far in the early game. But it sucks that you can't explore their history or personalities like you could in the previous games.

As my main criticism before DA:TV came out: The inablity to talk about your Inquisitor at all, at least in as far as I gotten to in the 1st Act, sucks. Especially because we know Alex and she's a loud bitch.

Some of the audio seems a bit off? Like at one moment it would be pretty average, but the next moment the voice actor would suddenly be a lot louder in the next line. Neve's voice actor also seems to have these weird moments when she is audibly talking but then her voice actor suddenly shifts her tone which throws me off. She's mostly fine, but some of her lines seem a bit weird in terms of voice acting ability (Even though Neve is so fucking fine). Her dialogue especially can be a bit cringe, especially since she's an investigator? Her observations seem pretty norm and out in the open.

But that's about it. They're mostly nit picky. I'm still loving this game so much!

[bloody-cupcakes]

John Bender x yandere/dark! reader; a journey through the eight Saturdays he was made to serve detention by Principal Vernon, from start to finish

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, covert yandere reader (by that I mean they're pretty good at appearing normal), swearing, Vernon makes a few appearances (ew), some dark humor, light criminal activity (stealing, underage smoking of both blunts and cigarettes, underage drinking, slashing someone's tires, etc.), switchblades, some mentions of creepy behavior from a teacher towards his students, pretty heavily implied child abuse, murder/gore, this is surprisingly tame given other things I've written before in the past but it has a dark twist at the end that I hope makes up for it

Eight detentions he'd managed to wrack up in the course of less than ten minutes. That meant eight weeks stuck with nothing to do but twiddle his fucking thumbs while sitting in the detention hall. Still, it was better than being at home.

The first week Allison came back, having nothing better to do. The two of them didn't do much but smoke weed and mess up some stuff in the library.

The second week she was back again, only this time Bender told her she didn't have to join him every week in detention if she didn't want to. When she replied with her usual "I didn't have anything better to do" he gave her a can of spray paint he'd nicked from the art room at school and told her have some fun with it. "Go nuts", is what he said specifically. Her eyes lit up with mischief and she gleefully snatched it from him, immediately stuffing it in her bag.

The third week he spent alone. Allison was off doing whatever, probably messing around with one of the several abandoned buildings at the edge of town with her new "toy". He hoped she was having fun, because he sure wasn't.

The fourth week was when everything changed. He had another guest in detention with him, but this time it was someone new. He recognized you from the hallways at school, but not from any classes, since he usually didn't attend them anyway.

You plopped down at the desk across from him in the library, appearing unfazed when Principal Vernon gave one of his usual speeches on "living up to your full potential" and all that.

"What if your full potential was becoming a murderer?"

Vernon cut his eyes over at you when you spoke suddenly, your hand partially raised in the air as if to get his attention. Bender just barely held in a laugh at your question.

"Don't get smart with me, or you'll be spending every Saturday for the rest of the school year in this detention hall with him." He pointed to where your fellow delinquent sat across from you.

Bender expected you to shut up at that point, but you continued. "You say that as if it were a bad thing."

Vernon glared at you, moving to point his finger in your direction. "I don't want to hear another word out of either one of you, do you hear me?" With that, he left, shutting the library door behind him. They'd tried getting new screws for it, but every week they mysteriously managed to disappear (Bender kept stealing them) so eventually the faculty decided to only leave them in during school hours and take them out before locking up for the night.

You raised your forefinger and thumb into an "L" once he'd left, an unimpressed look on your face as you made the "loser" gesture towards where his office was on the other side of the door.

Finally able to breathe without getting daggers shot at him by the principal, Bender let out a snort of laughter. "I take it you're not a big fan of him, huh?"

"People who go out of their way to use their positions of power in order to make life a living hell for others get no respect from me." You let out a sigh when he didn't respond right away, taking it that he didn't quite get what you were saying. "I dislike authority figures."

He nodded in understanding before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up. "You smoke?"

"Yeah, sure." You reached out and took the cigarette from him, taking a long drag before handing it back so he could have a turn.

He took a drag of his own, tapping the ash onto a nearby book. "So, what are you in for?" He questioned as if the two of you were inmates serving out life sentences.

"I allegedly slashed one of the teacher's tires for trying to look down one of the freshman girl's shirt," you casually stated as if it was nothing. "Why, what are you here for?"

Bender's jaw dropped at your words, letting out a scoff of disbelief. He had to admit, he was impressed. "No way, that was you?" You shrugged at his question, watching as the smoke from his cigarette curled up into the air. "I mouthed off, and Vernon didn't like that too much. You know how it is."

"Mmhm." You hummed in response as you took the cigarette from him again, the two of you passing it back and forth between you as the conversation continued. "Do you just have the one, or are there more?"

"It was eight," he grumbled as he glanced over at the closed library doors. If you didn't know any better, you'd say it almost looked like he was pouting. "This is my fourth. I still have four more to go."

"Well, I'm sure you'll manage," you replied before blowing out a puff of smoke.

The fifth week he expected to be the same as usual, with him spending all eight hours in there alone, but much to his surprise you showed up again. "Someone slashed the teacher's tires again," you stated calmly as you sat down at the same desk from last time.

The corner of Bender's lips quirked upwards into an amused half smile. "Are you certain it wasn't you?"

You let out a gasp in mock surprise at his words. "How dare you accuse me of such a thing. I'm hurt, truly I am," you said sarcastically while watching him pull out a bottle of beer from his jacket.

"I was going to drink this by myself, but since you're here I guess I can share. I didn't bring a bottle opener, though," he muttered while searching through his pockets for something to open it with.

"Allow me." Taking the bottle from him, you pulled out a pocket knife and used the blade to pop off the top. "Voilà, there you go."

When he first saw you in detention he thought you were kind of cute, but didn't think much more until he found out why you were there. Still, he didn't expect that little crush of his to go anywhere. Then, you show up in detention again for the same reason, and you manage to open his beer bottle with nothing but a small, rusty pocket knife? He didn't know what love felt like, but he was certain this must be it.

"Didn't they say the person who slashed that teacher's tires used a small blade?" He asked with a teasing smirk as he reached for the bottle.

"I maintain my innocence," you state while moving it out of his reach. "And I opened it, so I get the first swig."

Never before had he wanted to be a bottle so badly. He tried not to stare as he watched you swallow down a good one-third of the beer, his hands itching to reach out and pull you closer, desperate to have his lips on yours. He could only imagine what they'd taste like when combined with cigarette smoke and alcohol.

"Fair enough," he just barely managed to breathe out, his throat feeling unusually dry all of a sudden.

The sixth week he was joined by two people, both you and Allison. She sat in her spot near the back, eyeing you curiously as you dumped your stuff down onto your normal table.

"I have once again been accused of committing a crime to which they have no proof," you stated as if you were addressing a group of reporters rather than a random stoner and weirdo. "They claim that I stole paint thinner from the art supply cabinet to get high, which is absolutely ridiculous. Everyone knows a strong enough marker will do the trick if you're really that desperate for a fix."

Bender grinned widely at your words, visibly amused. He was about to make some sort of quip in reply when the other person in the room spoke up.

"I stole it," Allison spoke up in her quiet and raspy voice, pulling out the can from her bag. How she managed to fit it in there with no one looking, neither you nor Bender had any idea. "I didn't take it for any real reason, though. I just took it for fun."

The look of shock on your face morphed into a proud grin. "Wow, you managed to sneak out an entire can of that stuff without getting caught? I'm impressed."

While you praised Allison for her mild life of crime, the real criminal couldn't help but let out a frustrated scoff. He could've stolen that paint thinner if he really wanted to. He could steal a lot of things and get away with it, she wasn't so cool.

"Oh, I forgot to give you this," he spoke up suddenly as if he'd just remembered that he'd brought something for the little criminal in training had she shown up again. He pulled out a brand new box of chalk and threw it in her direction, which she caught perfectly. "Took that from a convenience store last time I was there. Figured you'd get a kick out of it, since you're into that artsy shit."

"Nice," you commented on both what he stole and how perfect his aim was. It felt good to have your attention back on him, even if it was just for a split second.

After detention that day, Bender had gone to sit outside under the bleachers on the football field, smoking a cigarette. Allison's parents had already picked her up, so it was just the two of you.

"You don't have to be jealous, you know." Your words caught him off guard for many reasons, the main one being that he didn't think his envy over you paying attention to someone other than him was that noticeable.

"I'm not," he lied while trying to brush it off like it was nothing. He didn't want you to think he was starting to get attached, even though he was. He'd been attached since the day you first met.

"Liar," you state while purposely blowing smoke out in his direction. "I saw the way you were glaring at her earlier. You were jealous."

If anyone else had done that, blown smoke in his face while calling him out, he would've kicked their ass, but you weren't just anyone, so a well placed scowl would have to suffice.

"So what? Is there a rule against me getting jealous over you paying attention to someone else?" He'd never spoken to you of all people in such a snarky tone before, but he was starting to get a little irritated.

You didn't say anything at first as you sat there, your lips curled upwards into an amused smirk at his defensiveness. "Goodbye, John. I'll see you next week."

He watched as you stood up, putting out the cigarette with your shoe before grabbing your bag and leaving. It was the first time you'd ever called him by his first name. The only people who used it were his parents and teachers, neither of which he was fond of. But it sounded different coming from you, like he was more than just a delinquent with wasted potential that everyone was disappointed in.

By the seventh week of detention, he was pretty damn certain that the feelings he held for you was love, even if he'd never really felt it before. He certainly wasn't taught what love was like by his parents, who you'd soon find out were much worse than you'd initially thought.

He didn't saunter into the library like he usually did, instead keeping his head down so he wouldn't have to face you yet. A breath of relief escaped from his lips when he saw that Allison wasn't there, presumably off messing around with her new thing of chalk.

"Sorry I'm late, my car's in the shop." Bender knew it was a pretty lame excuse since he didn't even have a car, but it's not like he was being serious, and even if he was he didn't expect you to believe him anyway.

"What happened to your face?" You asked almost as soon as he took off his sunglasses to reveal a massive black eye.

"I ran into a wall, what happened to yours?" He responded sarcastically, trying to turn things back around on you so he wouldn't have to admit to his shitty home life.

"Nothing's wrong with my face, asshole. I'm not the one with a fucking black eye the size of Canada on my fucking face." You matched his sarcasm with some of your own, clearly not going to let the topic go so easily.

He was quiet for a moment as he stared down at his shoes. "I don't exactly have the best parents in the world, alright?"

Had he been looking up at you, he would've noticed the stormy look that appeared in your eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that," you spoke in a low tone, trying not to give away just how angry you currently were. "Do y'wanna get high? Might make you feel better, help take your mind off things."

A faint smile tugged at his lips at the suggestion. He was grateful you weren't going to force him to talk about it. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Two blunts later, you were both laid out across the couches in the back of the library, higher than a kite. "My tongue feels so heavy right now," you commented in a muffled voice as you stuck out your tongue.

"Stick it back in your mouth, then," Bender replied as he watched you with a fond look, staring down at where your head was resting in his lap.

You did as he told you to, your eyes bloodshot as you looked up at him. "You know, you never did ask why I'm here in detention today."

He hummed in response, one of his hands moving out to gently brush across your arm. You certainly hadn't expected him to become so affectionate when this high, but you weren't complaining. "Why are you in detention today?"

"I threatened to stab a teacher for trying to harass one of his students." Out of all the things he thought you might say, that was most certainly not it. "It was the same one who's tires I had slashed, allegedly. He'd cornered another freshman in the hall and tried to pull her skirt up, so I intervened."

Damn, you were pretty fucking fearless. "Good for you," was all he could think to respond with. He thought back to the very first thing he heard you say: "what if your full potential was becoming a murderer?" If he wasn't so high, he'd probably question you on it some more, but he could barely think properly, let alone speak properly, so he just let it go.

"I have to write an essay about violence not being the answer or something, plus I got detention for a month. It was that or being suspended, but I can just bullshit my paper." It sounded like you were speaking underwater, the weed in his system making you sound muffled and far away. "It also means I get to spend more time with you."

At that, he smiled, though he wasn't quite sure if you'd actually said it or if he'd just imagined it, his brain making up what he wanted to hear. "I like spending time with you, too," he mumbled back, but he wasn't sure if you heard him or not. Sober him wouldn't even remember most of this experience, so it didn't matter much anyway.

The eighth and final week, you showed up practically covered in blood from head to toe. Thank God only Bender was there to see it. You didn't take Allison for a snitch but you couldn't risk something like that.

"I did it. I killed them," you stated while standing in front of him outside of the school, neither one of you having gone in yet.

"Who?" He breathed out in a mixture of terror and awe, unable to tear his eyes away from the bloody mess in front of him that you were.

"That one pervy teacher. Oh, and Principal Vernon." You spoke casually, as if you were talking about the weather. "I really took my time with the first one. I'm pretty sure he was doing way worse than just creeping on freshmans."

It made sense that you would go after the teacher you'd spoken about before, but Vernon? He was silent for a moment, mulling over your words before asking, "Why Vernon? I mean, he never seemed to bother you that much before."

"He bothered you, and that's what matters." The tone you spoke in turned cold as a dark look overtook your eyes. "I made up my mind to get rid of him that very first detention we spent together. I saw the way you looked at him, like you were afraid. I just had to bide my time. I was waiting for the perfect moment."

He should've wanted to run away from you, he knew that. He should've felt disgusted, terrified. Part of him did as an automatic response, but another part of him felt that deep down this was what he really wanted all along, someone to come along and save him from the awful life he led.

"I kind of figured that your parents were just as bad, if not worse, but I didn't want to overstep by getting rid of them without talking to you about it first." The more you spoke, the more he should want to call the police, but he didn't. Instead, he just felt this intense need to makeout with you, regardless of the fact that you were still covered with blood.

"You should also know that you might not see me in detention next week, if the cops decide to arrest me that is. I'll most likely be taken in for questioning at the very least. They'll probably want to talk to you too at some point, so I'd work on your alibi."

"I love you" was what he so desperately wanted to say, but the words seemed to be caught in his throat. "Can I kiss you?" was what he finally settled on asking, which wasn't a bad second option.

Without another word, you closed the gap between you and pressed your lips to his in a surprisingly gentle and tender kiss for someone who'd just committed double homicide. "I have to go home and get cleaned up, but I'll see you under the bleachers in about an hour, okay?"

He merely nodded, officially rendered speechless. Only you had that ability to be able to completely take his breath away. "Okay. I'll see you then."

The smile you gave him warmed his heart, making him feel like a giddy mess. "Don't get into too much trouble while I'm gone." He watched as you turned and left, unable to fully comprehend just how much he was in love with a murderer.

And here he was worried about asking you out because he thought you might not be into a criminal.

[ozzy-boy]

Scale love languages <3 i love him sm

-I fully believe that Scale has never dated anyone before you. So I honestly don't think he would know what he does/doesn't like until you start dating for real. It's a learning process for you both.

-Scale has spent a lot of time in the mindset that assassins don't have time for love or relationships. Assassins are loners. Assassins don't need anyone but themselves.

-So he's never really understood the point of dating and falling in love. You mean there's people out there who put their heart on the line? Who are vulnerable with other people?? On purpose????? Nope. No thanks. He's not interested.

-...Until you come along, of course. You certainly know how to shake things up, don't you?

-He tries for a long time to pretend that he's indifferent about you- as if you totally aren't completely rocking his world. Although, most of his apprehension just comes from paranoia/trying way too hard to seem cool.

-Once it finally gets through his head... He becomes a big fan of physical touch.

-It takes him some time to get used to, but he ends up really enjoying it. But only when the two of you are completely alone because he doesn't want the other assassins in his clan to make fun of him for being soft. No PDA for you.

-Just wants to lay his head on your shoulder and nap after a long mission. Likes it when you play with his hair

-Sleeping in the same bed comes with challenges, though. Some of those 'dragon' instincts stick around... One of them being laying on top of anything important to him like a hoard. This includes you. Expect Scale to lay on top of you in the middle of the night only to vehemently deny it in the morning.

-He likes taking you by surprise by sneaking up on you and then suddenly wrapping you up in a hug. He claims it's so that he can keep his stealth skills sharp, but it's actually just because he thinks you're cute.

-Surprisingly soft. He grows to really enjoy just cuddling and being close with you.

-He likes receiving words of affirmation, but he's really bad at returning the favor.

-For the most part, Scale is kinda cagey about admitting how he feels out loud.

-He can compliment your appearance just fine. You're hot, but that's obvious. Anyone with eyes can see that so it's not hard for him to point out. Very casual with compliments.

-But when it comes to actual feelings??? It's like pulling fucking teeth omg.

-How is he supposed to admit that your smile makes him feel warm and gooey inside??? That you've touched every aspect of his being and changed his life irreversibly? How can he tell you just how much he admires your bravery for sticking by his side even though it's dangerous? For loving him despite the blood on his hands?

-It's hard for him to be sincere with his feelings (For fear of being perceived as lame), and usually when he does admit it he's pretty blunt about it. It's kind of like he's trying to get it out and over with as fast as possible. (it's endearing though)

-Beneath the cool assassin persona he's... actually pretty lame. He's a total dork, but he doesn't seem to understand that that's something you love about him. He's really worried that you'll end up thinking he's boring and leaving, which is why he tries to hard to maintain this 'cool' persona.

-So, when you're upfront and tell him that you like him for who he is... Well, it makes him really happy.

-Good luck with gift giving. He sucks at it.

-What the hell do normal people like??? Do people these days still like healing potions?? Ancient scrolls? He has no idea!

-He's the type that will lament for days about what to get you for birthdays/anniversaries.

-I hope you like cool knives and daggers because that's what you're getting unless you tell him something specific.

-He's kind of indifferent about receiving gifts. Sure, he likes and appreciates it, but it's not the object itself that he cares about. It's more the fact that you know him well enough to get something that he really likes and that makes him feel fuzzy.

-His favorite love language is probably quality time.

-He works so much. Please help him relax.

-Scale feels most at ease when you're just hanging out together. He always has fun no matter what you're doing. Hell, he's content to just follow you around while you do stuff.

-Will trail behind you while you do chores, chatting about this or that.

-He loves doing activities together. Scale forgot during assassin training how fun normal people things could be! The two of you will have very frequent dates doing all sorts of things.

-No matter what it is, he's down. Berry picking? Sure! Laser tag? Hell yeah! Mini golf? Say no more!

-You've really opened his eyes in a lot of ways, but he especially appreciates you teaching him to let loose and have some fun instead of always thinking about work.

-He may struggle with words and gifts, but Scale is incredible at acts of service.

-Scale will do anything for you. Absolutely anything. Need someone dead? He's your guy! He won't even charge you for his services!

-Since he's still figuring out this whole 'love' business, it'll help if you lowkey give him orders. Telling him exactly what you want him to do makes things a lot easier for him.

-Sometimes he'll just linger around you like he's waiting to receive an order. Won't think twice about doing anything you ask. He likes to feel helpful and needed.

-He's the type to be snarky and say no if you ask him to get you something, while actively getting that thing.

-"Scale, can you get me some water?" "No." (He's already halfway to the kitchen.)

-What can I say, he's eager to please. To him, little acts of service are the easiest way for him to really show that he loves you. He doesn't take orders from just anyone, after all.

[xxmyhomexx]

SONG OF THE CRIMSON NILE: Danger

I have a fan theory now because of the new update. Amen and Eva get their happy ending with their two children, their 15-year-old daughter Bahiti and 11-year-old son Zahur.

Ramesses is now in charge of training people in the dark arts, Livius works as a personal healer, Agnia still works alongside Amen, and Amen and Eva have a happy marriage. Unfortunately, Remmao is still out there on the run from the hunters.

Eva and Amen believe he's dead because of how many years have passed, but he surprisingly shows up one. He finds out Eva has two children, and he ends up going after the family. He decides to go after Bahiti because she's their only daughter. He sees she looks just like Amen, similar in face but with long white hair and big milky blue eyes. She's gorgeous and the perfect target...or so he thinks.

Bahiti stays up in bed late one night reading from an old magic tome, a usual routine because of her love for reading. Unfortunately, Remmao sneaks up behind her while she reads.

"Keep quiet," he warns her. "Or I'll cut out your tongue right now."

"Who..." Bahiti demands. "Who are you?"

"Ah," Remmao smirks. "Your mother's never mentioned me, has she?"

"Wait..." Bahiti panics. "You're...her old mentor!"

Remmao laughs. "Clever girl. Now don't speak and things will end rather quickly without so much pain."

"W-wait!" Bahiti pleads. "We...we can make a deal!"

Remmao scoffs. "Oh? And what kind of deal?"

Bahiti's panic masks into that of a cold, calculated teenager. "The kind of deal that has YOUR tongue being cut out!"

In a flash, she rips a hidden knife from the robe of her night clothes and stabs him in the thigh. Remmao screams, causing him to drop his own knife that she catches and stabs him in the other thigh, forcing him on his knees.

"AAAGH!" Remmao screams. Bahiti glares down at him, grabbing his chin and forcing his mouth open.

"Did you really think my family didn't warn us about you?" She spits. "You have some nerve showing up."

Remmao gurgles as she forces the sharp end of her dagger into his mouth.

"You overestimated your success," Bahiti smirks. "First, NEVER sneak up on the daughter of the Supreme Epistates. Second, that dagger you tried to stab me with...I could smell what was on it before you even snuck up on me."

Remmao's jaw flexes and his amber eyes bug. The poison...how could she have...

"You used too much," Bahiti shrugs. "And that's not even poison...it's a paralysis elixir. It only paralyzes your victim for two minutes, but in your case you coated your knife in an entire bottle.

Remmao looked down at his thigh where his own knife was embedded. In seconds, he could no longer feel his muscles or his hands, not anything! He groaned as Bahiti stepped back, falling onto his back. In one swift move, he watched as she grabbed the hilt of the knife and yanked it out.

"Agh!" His tongue felt swollen as she flung it to the side.

"FATHER!" Bahiti shouts. "HE'S IN HERE!"

The door bursts open and Amen comes running inside. He stands right over Remmao's crumpled body, pleased that his family pulled off something as easy as this. Eva comes running inside as well, past her husband and toward her daughter.

"Oh my baby!" She grabs her and nestles her in her arms. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?!"

In her arms, Bahiti slumps forward. She shakes her head. "No...I'm ok."

Two hunters enter the room as Amen flings Remmao toward them.

"Take him to the tower," he orders. "Let him face justice there."

Remmao groans as he's escorted out. Amen sighs as he turns to Eva and Bahiti. He kneels before her, cupping her face.

"You were so brave," he smiles.

However, her face crumbles and fresh tears pour down her cheeks. "I...I was still scared!"

She wraps her arms around his neck.

"It's over now," Eva promises. "You're safe. You and your brother both."

"Mom? Dad?" They all turn to see Zahur peaking inside. "Is it over? Did you get him?"

"Yes. We did."

Zahur runs over as Amen holds him close. Eva smiles.

"This is what it means to be brave," she tells them. "Sometimes you both must fight your own battles."

[tequiilasunriise]

Wenclair is great as goth x pastels, sunshine x storm cloud, black cat x golden retriever, sun and moon life and death yin and yang etc etc etc-

BUT!

Have y’all considered how perfectly their vibes encapsulate:

✨ao3 gf x wattpad gf✨

Headcanons below! This got super long sorry not sorry!

Enid is SO a trashy unapologetic wattpad writer who uses text to speech to throw together her surprisingly popular fanfics

Wednesday is a sophisticated ao3 user who secretly enjoys getting constructive criticism of her novels and other short stories that she posts there

Enid is the typa author to reply to EVERY comment with heartfelt messages and plenty of emojis

Wednesday is the typa author to never reply to comments but deep down enjoys the kudos and compliments

Enid is a oneshot funshot queen, meanwhile Wednesday has several multi-chapter works going on at the same time

Enid has a super spontaneous updating schedule where she’ll post when she posts

Wednesday updates her works every Wednesday (on the nose I know) and follows a STRICT schedule, she has never missed an update day not fer anything ever

Enid prolly has a cutesy username like ‘kittygotclaws’ or smth idk I dont go on wattpad

Wednesday goes by ‘DaysEnd’ on ao3 and REALLY it's quite on the nose

Everyone knows of Enid's wattpad acc bc she openly talks about it even on her blog, everytime a fic hits some sorta milestone she flexes it to the whole friend group like some sorta proud soccer mom

Wednesday is SUPER SECRETIVE about her ao3 acc, Thing is the only soul who knows of it bc he helps beta read

DaysEnd being a rising ao3 fan favorite amongst the Nevermore student body omg so true so slay of you Miss Addams (she tells Thing she does not care for such popularity but deep down revels in people actually appreciating her work, unlike some publishers out there)

They really like her strong imagery, plot twists, and her stories are pretty gore-heavy but the narration is quite compelling (seriously, she goes so in depth on random macabre shit like different types of murders, ways to cover up said murders, poisons and upkeep on daggers and all this dark shit etc etc that a popular comment she’ll get is ‘hey not to be rude but whats your search history like because how do you KNOW all this??’)

Meanwhile Enid mainly writes fanfics of her fav kpop bands and other OTPs that are often AUs or canon divergent heavy, sometimes she’ll pop off with the most hilarious fanfic that is pure CRACK

That being said, Enid’s works have some pretty damn good dialogue I just know it in my bones that she’s a character driven type of writer

Her emotional introspection is also? Surprisingly good?? Like damn when the feels hit they HIT, Enid is definitely the type to write the fluffest fluff, the angstiest angst, and the most cathartic hurt/comfort you’ll ever read if you make the conscious decision to look past her occasional grammatical errors and other typos

Wednesday’s original works, on the other hand, definitely aren't as much of a heartthrob, they’re probably more plot driven with less space for overly descriptive emotional scenes (both writing styles are valid as hell, mind you)

One day Enid discovers Wednesday’s secret ao3 and lives to tell the tale because deep down Miss Addams is a GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY

In exchange for keeping hush hush, Wednesday has to become Enid’s full-time beta reader for every. Single. Fic.

Wednesday HATES such drivel but agrees to such terms in order to keep her secret safe, much to Thing’s teasing delight over how soft she is for her fellow writer (“For producing such literary muck, she does not even deserve the privilege to tarnish such a title.” “I know what you are, Wednesday.” “What kind of threat is that?”)

I mean that being said, Wednesday gets low key invested in the sapphic otp fanfics Enid seems to have a penchant for writing when the fic isn’t kpop centered, her interest stems from uh nooooo reassooonnn noshutupThingthisdoesntmeananything-

When Enid brings up branching out to writing about OCs like Wednesday does-

Wednesday hates fandom terms like ‘OCs’ btw

-Wednesday encourages Enid to branch out in a very… Wednesdayish way

Like, she’s supportive but you gotta unpeel at least three layers of deflection and deadpanning to get to the real meaning

So yeah!! Enid branches out and starts writing silly little oneshots about various OCs, and if Wednesday notes that all of the stories revolve around gay characters, and if Thing notices how invested Wednesday gets in these silly little sapphics to point where he keeps commenting on it….

Andddd that’s the story of how Enid came back to the dorm with Thing being locked up in the drawer while Wednesday is burying her face in her pillow in what looks like a half-hearted attempt of suffocating herself

Anyways Wednesday’s repressed ass starts to ‘vent’ in her fanfics, if people start noticing DaysEnd incorporating more romance into their works no they don't stfu

It gets to the point where she ‘confesses’ to Enid by having Viper confesses to this new bubbly character that was recently introduced (“These feelings you have plagued me with, you make me sick,” said Viper, “And for my sake, I hope there is no cure.”)

Enid, with a lot I mean a metric fuckton of persuasion from Thing, eventually picks up on this and confesses back

Cue Wednesday beta reading Enid’s latest wattpad work and noticing how it’s about two polar opposite roomates who somehow make it work, and when the cheery one says to the gloomy one, “I also hope there’s no cure for the way I feel about you” it suddenly all clicks for Wednesday

Anyways fanfic gfs who slay together stay together <333

[gctchell]

Asking this of pretty most at this point. How dark would things have gotten if Charlie had actually been killed by Adam?

Dark.

Niffty has a mindset that's like a steel trap in stress situations. She becomes the very opposite of her manic self - she's methodical and uncomfortably stilled, is put together and the person you can surprisingly rely on when shit hits the fan. Everyone is freaking out with the loss of Charlie in that moment and Niffty has switched gears in her head - she looked at the fight and saw fun. She gave way to chaos and violence like a bird gliding on the breeze. Charlie's death is the turn point and the other switch turns on, and she uses that moment to kill Adam while he's killing Charlie - his back is exposed and she is swift.

I imagine Lute would probably try and kill her in this moment and land a fatal blow, but Niffty is using her speed and size to her advantage to become a total honed killer in the moment. It's possible she nails Lute, or in the least slices and stabs her enough to leave damage where she needs to retreat.

Hell is rough living, but there's something particularly altering about watching the hope and heart of Hell die in front of you. Anyone else's death is something that could happen, but Charlie feels like the one person who will never die, and she died. That put some edge on Niffty and makes her a more vicious and sardonic individual.

Carmilla hears of it and she knows there is barely any time to seize hold of the situation. Hell is about to turn on its head. She has means to get to the human world, she's planned for an escape probability ages ago. She is grabbing her daughters and those who mean something dear to her and moving them to Earth. She stays behind to settle her business, but loved ones are evacuated.

Stella knows war is coming. There is a sick feeling in the gut hearing that Charlie has died. She does not personally know Charlie, but she holds personal fondness for Lilith and as a result, has some of that spread to her daughter. It's heavy news, and it's even heavier when you're part of the demonic monarchy who own legions. Stolas is going to be expected to take to the battlefield, she knows that, and there is an immense bout of anxiety and fear knowing that regardless of their relationship.

She gathers with Octavia and Stolas and immediately begins to prepare for the worst, because it's coming. Luckily, due to her emotional control, she is able to keep a firm mind about this. She knows it's impossible to speak to Paimon at this time, but she would try to as to find out if there is any sort of emergency fallback for the families of his descendants. She needs to know if there is a fail safe for Octavia.

She arms herself with her grimoires and her snow globes, expecting partially to be drawn in for part of the battle, and expecting to be the prime caregiver for her daughter. Total lockdown.

Lilith.

mentions of child death beneath the cut.

This is Lilith's surviving baby after thousands of years lined up with stillborns, miscarriages, and child death. Lilith worked hard to have Charlie, she put her soul into that girl being born and beating the curse laid upon her womb and she succeeded, yet like the rest of her unnamed children, she still died by Heaven's hand - even worse, she died by the man who Lilith was born with at the very same time. Her intended mate, killing her baby.

Lilith feels it happen and her voice rips a bloody swathe across Heaven. Her screeching penetrates the realms. Her voice, magical and her signature power, is filled with desolation and a mother's deepest ache. I think it stops the battle. I think Adam feels her deep in his chest in his soul that was created alongside hers and he feels her coming, and then he feels Niffty's dagger.

Lilith frees herself and if Lucifer has not done so already, the Exorcists are slain instantly by her voice, her screech. With her return, Hell has entered the War Era. She is leaning into her darker, nightmare aspects completely. She is weaving to life demonic creatures and monstrosities in her workshop specifically meant for this. She will not meet for peace. She will meet with concerned Deadly Sins and Nobles, and Overlords who are joining the war and hear them out, because going to war with just emotion driving you is how you lose. She's strategic and bringing in the sharpest of the Ars Goetia and other Royals (Paimon for one). This is Heaven, and it's going to fall by hook or by crook. (whether they actually succeed, who knows? it depends entirely on the writing, but regardless, it will not be easy and it will be long)

In the middle of all this, Lilith takes Charlie's body and multiple times, she tries to bring her back. Her daughter's body is kept safe in a different dimension, specifically shaped just for her, honoring her. A light space filled with flowers, and she is resting in a bed with a bouquet and a red veil draped over her. Only Lilith and Lucifer have access to her, though Lilith would grant permission to Vaggie.

This is a very dark timeline. Charlie's existence holds so much power, and you kill her, you invite chaos. That's Hell's daughter.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

2019, North Island Naval Base - Rooster

Chapter 3 Part 1 of You Are My Soulmate

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Description: Things at Top Gun are tenser than they've ever been, what with rumors of another mission and Tinkerbell's AMDO team also involved. Rooster still hasn't figured out why he's so drawn to someone who has already found there soulmate. After the way Tinkerbell haunts his dreams, he feels nearly soft when he thinks about her. At least, that is, until she grounds him. He's not proud of what he does next, or the anguish he hears in her voice when his actions have their likely conclusion. Disclaimers: Misogynistic speech. Mentioned Homosexual Relationships. Angst. Flagrant disregard for protocols or Authority. Angst. Anguish. This content presented in this story is for audiences age 18 and over only. MINORS DNI. I will not be accepting tag-list requests from Blank or Ageless Blogs for this story. Warnings: Female!Reader Word Count: 2809 A/N: I know it's been a really long time since I've posted this story, but what can I say except that life happened? I also hit a colossal brick-wall of writer's block and no matter what I was hoping to include in this story it turned out absolutely terribly. So three rewrites later and here we are! I hope it was worth the wait! I'm also afraid to say that this is the chapter where all the shit hits the fan! AO3: Cross-posted Here! My Masterlist Previous Part | Series Masterlist | Next Part

Bradley can't think of anything but Tinkerbell and the dream he had. The flying? That's muscle memory at this point. He could run drills and fly circles around the trainees in his sleep at this point. The point is he can't figure out why he can't get Tinkerbell out of his head. Actually, scratch that. He knows exactly why he can’t get her out of his head. The citrus scent in his dream? He’s only smelled it once before - in the med bay of a carrier, woozy from pain and painkillers. If that was a soulmate dream, something he’s unsure of, then why do all of his indicators seem to point so definitively to her? 

It’s so abundantly obvious that she has a soulmate. Tinkerbell lights up when she’s around Jake. She looks at Hangman - at Jake - like he remembers his mother looking at his father. So why does electricity sing through his veins at a glance from her pretty eyes his way? Why does he feel like any time he’s in the room with her, he always knows exactly where she is? That question doesn’t answer itself in the weeks after the surprise  AMDO inspection.

Things at Top Gun seem to ratchet tighter and tighter. Everyone is on edge, sensing a tension in the air that goes beyond the usual machismo of finding out which aviator is the best of the best. It’s midwinter when things reach a boiling point. The Dagger Squad and Top Gun class are pulled into a briefing room on a hush-hush basis, something sealed tighter than a submarine and far more secretive. Maverick, Warlock, and Cyclone are standing morosely in front of assembled pilots.

“Aviators, following the success of the Dagger Squadron during what we’re choosing to call the Uranium Mission, the Navy assembled the Daggers as a hit squadron. Your mission was to assist at Top Gun and assist the Navy by partaking in all of those missions for which your unique expertise would be necessary.” Cyclone’s usually serious, but that Mav is serious sets Rooster’s nerves on edge. “Your specialties are uniquely necessary for this mission. But you alone will not be enough. This is where the current Top Gun cohort comes in.”

“Aviators.” Mav steps to the podium and clicks the pointer, pulling up schematics of a series of bunkers located in the middle of nowhere. “These bunkers, aviators, are your target. They’re located just below ground level in a natural depression, surrounded by a Faraday cage and heavily guarded by both ground troops and patrolling jets."

“So what’re we doing, Mav? A bombing run? Why are these bunkers so important?” Surprisingly, it’s Phoenix asking that question instead of Bagman like it usually would be.

“There’s a high-profile US Government informant in those bunkers. They’ve been captured by the enemy and profusely tortured. But we don’t know which building. As the area is heavily wooded and crawling with enemy troops, our air support will scan and identify which bunker the informant is in and laser target the building so the ground team can extract them. But that’s the easy part of the job. The hard part is getting to the enemy facility with miles of heavily patrolled airways between our entry approach and the base itself.”

“Aviators, it will be a dogfight the whole way there. They’ve got 5th gen fighters. Our only hope for survival will be splitting our complement of 16 planes into four teams of four. We’ll have three teams flying single-seater F-18s. Two of those teams will be engaging the enemy in dogfights. The third will be providing air cover for the ground team. The fourth team will be flying at high altitudes in F-15Es equipped with laser sighting and targeting systems. Using satellite imagery, this team will paint the bunker containing the informant with a geo-locked tag.”

Mav’s final words send unease ricocheting through Bradley as he stands at attention.

“We have to extract the informant before the enemy moves them again. So far they’ve been moving them once a month to another bunker in the area. Our intelligence has confirmed that the informant will be moved to this facility by the end of the month. So we have a few weeks to get the timing right. Failure is not an option.”

Mav pulls up a simulated flight path on the screen, showing both the three attack teams trajectories and those of the F-15Es. It looks like coordinated chaos on the screen. How is anyone going to manage this? As it turns out, that’s exactly what Mav is training them to do. Day in and day out he puts the combined twenty-four aviators under his command to the test. It’s not a guarantee that the entirety of the Dagger squadron is in the mission and the stress shows. The Daggers start reporting for work hours before call-time in an unspoken accord to hit the simulators more because the pressure is on more than ever. This mission could make or break national defense policy for the next few years, if not longer. A week and a half later, Rooster walks into the hangar at half past five in the morning to see Tinkerbell under his jet.

"G'morning." His voice is gruff as he crouches near the jet.

“Lieutenant! Good Morning!” When she slides out from under the jet, there’s grease smeared across her cheek.

“What’re you doing under there, huh? And so early?" Tinkerbell's clearly exhausted. The bags under her eyes are purple as she cleans her hands off on a rag.

"One of the ground crew noticed that your front landing gear wasn't deploying to its full capacity yesterday. Before we grounded you for the day, I wanted to check it out and see if I could identify the problem and get it fixed.” 

Rooster can’t believe what he’s hearing. Getting benched in the middle of training for a high priority mission like this? It would be career suicide. Mav might not discount him, but as the entire Dagger Squad learned during the Uranium Mission, the decision isn’t wholly up to Mav.

"Did you find the problem?" Bradley needs to know what happened to his jet.

"Yes, Lieutenant, I did. The hydraulics on the front landing gear aren’t deploying correctly. I’m afraid you will indeed be grounded for part of the day while I get a maintenance crew to swap out the part.” She must read the expression on his face, because she’s checking what looks to be a schedule on her ever-present tablet. “I can get a crew assigned, so you should be good to go by mid-morning, Lieutenant.”

Just as she says those words, Bradley sees Bagman sauntering through the open hangar doors with two cups of coffee in hand. An irrational anger fills him as he looks at the perfect pink pout on her face. Coupled with the sparkle in her eyes, Rooster isn’t sure whether he wants to kiss her or throttle her for grounding him.

“Hey, Tink!” Bagman sounds downright ecstatic to see her. “Your coffee, sweetheart!”

Her smile is like the sun as she says, “Hey, Jake! Thanks! I’ll come get it in a bit. Give me a few to talk to Lieutenant Bradshaw and I’ll be right there!”

“Of course! Take your time!” Jake’s eyes are so lascivious that Bradley nearly wants to cover Tinkerbell from his eyes. Which is ridiculous. Jake’s seen all of her. He’s her soulmate and she’s his. The universe is just taunting him all over again.

“Lieutenant Commander, that is unacceptable. I need to be out there, flying!” Bradley’s getting all worked up standing in the hanger in his flight suit at 6 in the morning. 

“I understand that, Lieutenant, probably better than anybody. But I can’t replace this part any faster if I did it myself. This is the US Navy. There are procedures that I need to follow.” The fire Bradley had seen in Tinkerbell’s eyes when she was dressing LTJG Taylor down is back again, and this time against him. 

“Can we at least talk to Mav? See if there isn’t a spare jet or something that I can borrow?” Her scoff makes him see red.

“What do you mean, is there a spare jet you can borrow? This is the Navy, Bradshaw, not a library.” She pulls up the jet inventory on base on her tablet to show him all of the allocated jets. “As you can see, there isn’t a single jet on base that you could be assigned temporarily.”

“You’re doing this for Bagman, aren’t you?” He’s so angry he’s in her face. Her chuckle is sardonic as she looks up at him.

“Why the hell would I do anything for Lieutenant Seresin?” She turns the tablet off and sets it on the workbench to the side.

“Because you want him to get on one of the teams for the mission!” Bradley can’t understand why she’s laughing at him.

“Why would I give Jake an advantage that nobody else has?” Rooster can’t think of a single way to respond, not with embarrassment trickling down his spine.

“Well, that’s just great!” Rooster can't resist stomping off like a child at her words, ignoring the look on Bagman’s face as he marches past.

It’s a couple of hours later and as Rooster sits in the officer’s ready room filling out paperwork, he can hear the comms on the radio as the Daggers and Top Gun class rotate through the exercises. He’s starting to get antsy, each successful win of the Daggers against the simulated enemy making him feel more and more like he’s in the wrong place at the wrong time again. He does so much paperwork that the words float in front of his eyes.

That’s when he leaves the ready room and does what he knows is probably the stupidest thing he’s ever done in his life. But he can’t stop and think about it. If he doesn’t take this chance, he might lose out on the biggest mission of his career. He walks down to the hangar and checks out his jet. There’s not a single member of the maintenance crew in the vicinity, and when he checks the front landing gear, it looks the same as it always does. So he straps in, gets on comms, and gets himself cleared to fly again. If he has to lie and say that Tink cleared him to fly, who’s going to know? Of course, it’s Tinkerbell who notices his jet in the air joining the exercises happening in the sky.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw?! What are you doing?” It’s Tinkerbell’s voice on the comms that spurs him on. He tunes out her pleas for him to land, that his jet wasn’t fixed yet, that it isn't ready, and takes off anyway.

For several long moments, everything is perfect. Rooster joins in on the dogfight, relishing in the adrenaline rush of flying and winning in perfect harmony with the one team that’s been left missing a member. He fits in perfectly, providing cover when his team is floundering while dodging and weaving like a true Top Gun graduate. The new Top Gun cohort isn’t doing half bad. Everyone’s flying like they were made to do so. 

Then everything seems to go wrong. In one fell swoop, all of the lights start flashing on his jet. There’s an imperceptible shudder in the wings as if the air no longer supports them. Even before Tinkerbell starts screaming for him to decrease altitude he's doing it. Visions of what his dad must have felt like in that F-14 with Mav are ricocheting through his mind as he fights with his jet to level out. But nothing he does makes a difference.

His jet nosedives, the controls locking up. Mav's voice is in his ears, begging him to pull the ejection handles. But they aren't doing anything.

“Ejection controls are locked up, Mav! I can’t do anything!” His voice is a near sob.

"Pull up. 500 feet. Pull up!" The automated voice is screaming louder than his beating heart as he plummets closer and closer to the ground.

"Pull up. 400 feet. Pull up!"

"Pull up. 300 feet. Pull up!"

"Pull up. 200 feet. Pull up!"

"Pull up. 100 feet. Pull up!"

At 100 feet Bradley Bradshaw closes his eyes and prays. He prays that Mav won't take what happens to him too hard. He prays that Tinkerbell doesn't blame herself for what happened with his jet, because it's not her fault that he lied his way into stealing it. Above all, he prays that his mom and dad won't be too mad at him for not living as rich a life as they always wished for him.

Nothing hurts when he wakes up. That should have been his first indication that all was not right. The second is the sound of piano playing and a voice singing that he hasn't heard in fifteen years.

Warm light shines off the gleaming wood of the old piano Bradley keeps locked away in the house in Virginia. There's a man and a woman standing at the piano, both of them singing. Bradley's up on his feet and running to them before he can think. A few inches away, though, he stops, reaching an arm out until he can just brush his fingers across the woman's shoulder.

"Bradley Peter Bradshaw! You're not supposed to be here yet. What the hell are you doing here at 31 years old?" At the first words out of his mom's mouth he's collapsing into her arms, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I missed you, mama. So much." She still smells exactly like he remembered, the gardenias from her favorite perfume wafting through the air. When his tears stem, she releases him and he walks towards his dad.

Meeting Goose is a surreal experience. For one, he's his dad's height and with the mustache on his face and the same shade of honey blonde hair, Bradley could be his twin.

"Hey kiddo. I dunno if you remember me, but I'm your dad." Bradley's hugging his dad as hard as he can before he even finishes saying those words.

"Hi, dad. I missed you. I missed you both." Another tear trickles down his cheek as he sees his parents standing side by side, as young and as alive as they were in their wedding album.

"What happened, kiddo? We've been waiting for you, but we could've waited another fifty years if we had to." Faced with his mom's disapproving eye, the one he couldn't get past even once, Bradley lets the whole story spill. When his words run out, he's faced with both of his parents glaring at him.

"YOU LITTLE IDIOT!" His mom's so angry she's yelling. 

"You thought this girl was your soulmate but had already found her soul in somebody else so you took leave of your mind and decided to pull this reckless bullshit?" Her eyes are glinting dangerously as Mom gets right into his space.

"Why didn't you stop to have a normal conversation with her, Brad? You could've, I don't know, asked if she has found her soulmate instead of assuming that this… this…" She loses track of the name and his dad fills it in, "Hangman, honey."

"Yes, Hangman.” She smiles at his dad like she always used to before turning back to Bradley.

“You assumed that this Hangman was her soulmate and decided that gave you license to treat her like shit? And then you chose to discredit her and disregard her experiences just because you wanted to fly on this mission? I hate to break it to you, baby, but I don't think you're going to be flying. Not ever again."

That thought hits him harder than the fact that he's dead, that he's speaking to his parents. But the next thing she says jolts him even further into despair. 

"Forget the flying though, baby. Now your soulmate will never know that you're hers. She'll never know that big heart and how much love it holds." When he looks into his mom's brown eyes, they're swimming with tears, tears echoed in his own matching eyes.

"And you just left her to face the world on her own, without the one person who should know her better than she knows herself by her side."

“H-how will I know who she is? I haven’t found her yet.” He’s squished between his parents feeling immensely small and safe, sheltered and protected.

“This place? It’s where we wait for those we love. It shows you your heart. Have faith, my love, it’ll show you yours too.” His mom’s hands are gentle as she brushes his tears away.

“Yeah, Baby Goose. Mav won’t let you go so easily. Just wait and see.” His dad’s chuckle makes him laugh too.

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